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This story takes place between Chapters 20 and 23 of Dax0042's story, lesson's in Love.

The Big house was leveled.

Firefighters and paramedics were there, along with the ZPD and MI6. Of course, Max Fray left to keep everyone in the dark about him being alive. Chief Bogo looked over at his fellow officers, Fangmeyer, Delgato and Wolford, who were sitting by an ambulance smoking and chatting about who tried to blow them up.

As for Jack and Nick, they were being examined by a group of paramedics, but Nick kept insisting that he was fine and was more concerned about his mother.

"Alright, I've had it up to here with all these terrorist attacks," Bogo said with growl as he approached the two agents. Both Jack and Nick looked at the big buffalo.

"Every time someone dies in Zootopia, you two are always there."

Nick pointed at himself and asked, "You think I have something to do with this?"

Bogo didn't answer, but the fox could clearly see that the chief was indeed at his wits end. Before he could say another word, Raymond and Kevin walked past and made their way toward their boss. The two polar bears talked to their boss in secret, but then left.

But before Nick could follow them and inquire about the secrecy, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Fishing it out with an aggravated sign, Nick looked at the caller I.D., only for his eyes to go wide to see a name and number he hadn't seen since his days in Mr. Big's group.

"Fay?" he said under his breath before briefly excusing himself from jack and Bogo, the two casting each other a confused gaze as Nick move to amore secluded spot away from all the chaos that was happening before answering the phone.

"Hey Bud," Nick said with rather fond tone of voice, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke to the caller at the other end of the line, "It's been a while."

There was a brief pause. And for Nick, even though it was only five seconds, the silence seemed like an eternity as his heart pounded in his chest. But, luckily for him, the silence ended as a gentle Irish-laden voice sounded in his ear.

"Bout fifteen years," the caller said with a light chuckle.

"How ya been, Nicky?"

Nick laughed a bit before he responded.

"Hanging in there."

The response that came did not sit well with Nick, but the fox just counted himself lucky that the caller could see him stiffen up. And given the fact that the infamous Faolahd, the most efficient mole…and most ruthless Irish hitman could see him now, he would have smirked…which he was.

"So I've heard."

Looking around, Nick took a moment to make sure no one was watching as he slipped into the darkness of a nearby alley between two of the neighboring homes.

"So, you've been keeping tabs on me?" he said in half-concern/half-accusation, a scowl forming on his lips.

"I may be out of the game, Nicky…but I still have my sources."

"In your current line of work," Nick said after swallowing a lump in his throat, "it's good to have sources."

Another long moment of silence passed. But before long, Nick found himself chuckling with Faolahd, or Fay as many called him, the two old friends enjoying a moment over the phone as they had done in person. It just went to show how close the two were. In fact, Nick was pretty much the only one that Faolahd had divulged his true identity to, the hitman up until that point always having a hood over his head and his muzzle covered. And if he had a tail, he always made sure to keep it tucked away.

"How YOU been, Sammy?" Nick asked with an affectionate tone.

"Hangin' in there," the former hitman responded with a chuckle, once again making Nick roll his eyes before the fox continued.

"Terra and the Kids…how are they?"

"Terra's great…so are the kids, Anna just turned thirteen and Liam is turning nine in about a week."

"They grow so fast," Nick said with a laugh, which was joined by Sam at the other end. But, as Nick observed, Sam's tone seemed to shift to one of slight sorrow, laced with concern.

"They do," he said, before stalling in his speech, which did not go unnoticed by Nick.

"But I'm assuming you didn't just call to catch up," Nick said, more as a statement than a question. And of course, he was right, as Sam let out a low sigh over the phone before relaying some information that made Nick listen…intently.

"I can't talk much longer Nicky. I'm using a secure line, but I'm not taking any risks."

"Sam, you're starting to scare me," Nick said, only to be promptly answered by Sam.

"There's a storm coming, Nicky…and it's bigger than what you or I could even imagine."

"What are you talking about, Sam?" Nick inquired, looking around to make sure he was still alone.

"The Lords of Prey," Sam continued, "Mr. Big, King Bear…they're all puppets Nicky. Pawns by someone that up until recently I was only certain were a myth."

"Who Sam, tell me who," Nick whispered urgently into the phone, only for his ears to pick the sound of a knock from Sam's end.

"DAD!" a young, feminine voice sounded, "MOM SAYS DINNER'S READY!"

"Alright Sweetie," Sam lowly called back, "tell your mother I'll be down in a minute!"

Another pause before Nick heard Sam address him again.

"I got to go Nicky, but remember this…"

Nick listened closely.

"Their name...is Axis."

With that, the line went dead, and Nick was left to process this information, unaware that a storm was coming faster than he had thought...than what he and Sam both thought.

Chapter Text

Chapter by Sam and Dax

Shenzi was in a small room, being guarded by some of Shere Khan's panthers, but instead of weapons, they held their dicks in their hands, keeping them nice and hard with a few light pumps. The hyena assassin fear that was going to be raped if she tried anything, but her worries doubled when Max Fray and Koslov entered the room. The huge polar bear carried not only Mr. Big in his hands, but his daughter Fru Fru and her baby girl, Judy.

Mr. Big looked at the hyena assassin with disgust.

"Eh, you think you could ice me, my family, my friends by blowing up my house? Bold… but stupid, Shenzi," he said, then Fru Fru spoke up, her little voice full of anger.

"You bitch! My baby could have died! Have you no shame? No concern as to what would happen to you if you had succeeded in killing us?"

Shenzi looked really worried.

"No," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"I didn't think that far ahead."

Max Fray smiled as he took a seat in front of Shenzi. The hyena and fox stared at one another, like two rivals during a chess match. Max made the first move.

"Who hired you to kill us?" he asked, getting straight to the point.

"You know the answer to that," Shenzi said with a smile, but Max wasn't smiling.

"I want to hear it from your mouth, bitch!" he growled menacingly at the cocky hyena.

"Kiss my ass!" she said, still sporting that smile.

BIG MISTAKE!

With a smile, Max looked over at the panther. Before Shenzi knew what was happening, the panthers grabbed her, ripped her cloths off and began to grope her. While one forced his dick between her ass, two others rubbed their dicks across her pussy, causing her to start shouting at them to stop. She opened her mouth to scream, but Koslov placed his hand over her mouth. Max smiled as he watched the massive polar bear keep Shenzi silent, but he surely wasn't going to let the panthers and Koslov have all the fun.

Max pulled out a knife from his pocket and pressed it to the side of the hyena's neck, slowly dragging it across the soft skin, causing a small cut.

After about ten minutes of sexual and mental torture, Shenzi was lying on the floor, crying her eyes out. Though she wasn't raped, Shenzi had no resistance left in her. She was broken and all the men enjoyed a glass of champagne. Max Fray turned and looked at her.

"Who hired you?" he asked once more.

"Swinton," Shenzi sobbed.

"Where is Swinton's base of operations?" Mr. Big asked.

"I don't know, she only met me at City Hall."

"Thank you, Shenzi," Max said mocking her, then he, Koslov and Khan's panthers gathered around her. The abused hyena feared that they were going to kill or worse, rape her, but instead, they tossed her some money and left her there.

Shenzi felt worse now. They abused her and paid her for it. Picking up her torn clothing, she ran for it and kept running until she collapsed in an alleyway. There she laid, broken and lost. The sound of footsteps made her look up to see two mean looking wolves coming toward her. Shenzi closed her eyes and waited for them to rape and murder her, but as they began to force themselves on her, something knocked them off of her.

Looking up, she was met by the kind eyes of Belle O'Connor, the wife of King Bear. The beautiful ursine held out her hand to the abused hyena.

"Come with me," she said softly.

"I'll help you get back on your feet and be able to never again let men be dominate over you."

Shenzi didn't know why, but she took Belle's offer and was carried away bridal style by the beautiful ursine. But just when Shenzi thought she was in the clear…

"But you'll have to do something for my Husband first."

Simba Hanes stared out of the large window of his office, the lion entrepreneur looking down on the Pridelands, a sizable plot of land within Sahara Square that housed many temperate species of animals, from lions, to zebras, to hippos and giraffes. But while the Pridelands would normally see bustling activity by the warm weather animals, the streets were actually pretty deserted due to the news regarding the destruction of the Big Household, many animals, both predator and prey alike, keeping to their homes as a result of the curfew that the ZPD had imposed on the city.

Truth be told, Simba and other inhabitants of the Pridelands were actually pretty welcoming of the change, since a majority of the predator population were still on edge following Bellwether's scheme, and the subsequent power vacuum created by her arrest. Unfortunately, those thoughts pulled him back to reality, the Lion King, which is what many called him, remembering how many of the crime families in Zootopia had been trying to recruit him and his company, Hanes Shipping, the top shipping company in the region, know for working with items that were considered top rate cargo, such as private or federal documents and equipment. Now, Simba had weighed the pros and cons of siding with one of the Crime Families, the pros of making extra money by getting one of these family's products through government checkpoints outweighing the cons.

But in the end…his hesitance did not sit well with any of them.

The offers and "not-so-subtle" threats had gotten so bad that Simba was starting to get a little paranoid. In fact, the lion was currently holding a small party in his main complex for family and close friends, more so to take his mind of the stress, but also giving him some piece of mind, thinking that having so many people around would deter an approach from any of the crime families.

But at the moment, he had actually snuck away to get a little bit of peace and quiet.

BZZZZZZ!

"Sir."

Simba jumped a little at the sound of his intercom buzzing, the line itself connected to the receptionist desk just down the hall. Rolling his eyes in slight annoyance, Simba pressed the button on the console, speaking to his secretary, who had only just been downstairs at the party.

"Yes Tiifu, what is it?"

"I have someone here who wants to see you. She said she was here with a gift from a secret admirer."

Of course, Simba was clearly confused, the lion wondering who this secret admirer was. But, realizing that thinking about it would only waste more time.

"Alright, Tiifu, let her in."

And not ten minutes later, the door to Simba's office swung open, revealing a very particular hyena.

"Shenzi?"

"Hello, King Simba," the hyena, who was carrying with a small travel bag, purred in a very sultry voice, the lovely female batting her eyelashes at the clearly confused lion, who had moved around his desk to meet Shenzi in the center of his dimly lit office, the lion actually able to see that the hyena was wearing a lovely dark green overcoat, as well as a deep read, glittery eye-shadow that glistened in the dim light of the office.

"What are you doing here?"

Needless to say, Simba was far from confused when Shenzi, who had placed her bag down at the end of the couch, placed a gentle hand on Simba's chest, to a firm hold of his lose tie, pulling in like a pet a leash to one of the velvet couches he kept in the room. And the moment they reached the couch, Shenzi, who had untied Simba's tie completely, actually shoved Simba back, the feline only able to stay on his feat due to Shenzi's firm hold of both ends of his tie.

"Like Tiifu said," she whispered seductively, her lips just a breath away from Simba as she leaned forward, only for her seductive smirk to turn more mischievous as she let go of one end of the tie, Simba letting out a grunt as he fell back on the couch, only for his eyes to widen the moment Shenzi opened up her coat, revealing to him a very sexy , holiday themed attire underneath, which consisted of a red, white fluff-rimmed corset, matching stockings, panties and bra, and red, open-toed heals. But, before Simba could really admire this sexy woman standing before, the bra on her person seeming to be ready to burst from the two very large globs hidden beneath, Simba found his attention brought back to Shenzi's gaze.

"I'm giving you a little present from a secret admirer. They thought you might like a 'Strip-o-Gram.'"

With that, Shenzi walked over to an entertainment system Simba kept in his office, the sexy stripper putting extra emphasis in her actions by bending over to hook up her phone to the system, thus allowing Simba to take in the amazing view of Shenzi's big, round, delicious spotted ass. And the moment the low, pulsating, sensual music started…

The show began.

The music seemed to help Simba relax a bit more as Shenzi began to dance slowly to it; gentle hip sways giving way to sensual squats, throwing her head back as she did so, her luscious locks of black hair flipping back so Simba could get a full view of her stunning violet peepers. And as Shenzi slowly unbuttoned her corset, Simba was already getting big, wasting no time in rubbing his meaty cock beneath his pants. His girlfriend then tossed the shirt away before moving on.

At this point, Simba was rubbing the bulge in his pants to Shenzi's almost nude body now on full view with great vigor, a devilish smile on his face as got his rod harder as Shenzi worked her magic. And as she looked at the clearly aroused lion, Shenzi, with a sly smile, slowly undid her bra and threw it aside. Save for her heals and stockings, Shenzi was now completely in the buff, her huge double-d jugs on full display as she began to pinch, twist and pull on her excited nipples, soft moans escaping her lips as she teased her client.

But, Shenzi still had one more thing to do before she moved on to the good part.

To Simba's surprise and utter excitement, Shenzi began to put on quite a show. She would spread her legs while laying down on the floor, fondle her tits or spread her ass cheeks, finger her wet pussy, and ended up spraying her pussy juice all over the floor.

However, the true fun was sure to begin the moment Shenzi, after walking seductively toward Simba, kicking her heels off in the process thus leaving her in only her stockings, dropped to her knees in front of him, the lion's heart beating faster and faster as the sexy hyena spread his legs wide open.

Now, Shenzi could tell that Simba was definitely packing some serious heat. It was most evident by the long bugle that was running down the inner thigh of his slacks, the fabric appearing very strained, almost as if it might rip apart. In fact, Shenzi found herself biting her bottom lip as she began to hypothesize just how big this lion's tool really was. And needless to say, the moment she first laid eyes on that sucker, she could have sworn she nearly came right there.

She had started out slow…tortuously slow. Shenzi had dropped to her knees in front of Simba, the lion propping himself up on the couch, arms spread wide, allow his now open shirt and blazer to open even further, giving Shenzi a clear view of his lean, but fit body, his torso rippling with muscle, two prominent pecs on his chest, each topped with an erect brown nipple. And below, Shenzi couldn't stop her mouth from watering at the sight a very angry looking set of six pack abs, which traveled down the Lion King's torso, stopping just at the hem of his slacks, the belt fastened around being one of the last few things keeping Shenzi from attaining her prize.

As Simba just relaxed on the couch, he allowed a small, but still very present smile to appear on his lips. In truth, he was returning the same smile that Shenzi was sending him, the busty hyena never taking her eyes of the large feline as she began to deftly, and expertly, unbuckle his belt, the stripper exaggerating her actions by yanking the piece of leather through all the loops of Simba's pants. In fact, Simba couldn't be sure, but he could have sworn he heard the tip of his belt crack like a whip the moment it cleared the last loop. And upon feeling the lion tense in her grip, Shenzi couldn't stop the devilish smirk that spread across her muzzle.

"That excite you, BITCH?" Shenzi seductively growled, the hyena making quick work on the button and zipper of the pants that concealed her target. Actually, as Shenzi spoke, she decided to tease Simba a little bit more by rubbing her muzzle against the clothed dong that was just out of reach, the horny hyena growing wetter and wetter by the scent as she began to place teasing kisses along the length, the female moaning lustfully as she watched Simba's face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"You love being teased, being tortured, being used like a common slut," She continued, the inquiry more a statement than a question, as the hyena already knew that the lion was now puddy in her hands, hands that were now focusing on the clasp of his pants. And the moment Simba felt the pressure being released, his breath hitched the moment he felt Shenzi, who had moved her hands away from his axis, grip the hem of his pants, underwear included. And needless to say, the moment he felt those hands pull his trouser down at an agonizingly slow pace, he couldn't stop the soft groans and light whimpers that escaped his mouth as he felt the fabric rub against his pride. And the moment he felt the warm air of the room hit his hotter rob, Simba knew he couldn't deny Shenzi's words any longer.

"Yes," he gasped the moment Shenzi ceased in her actions, his pants and underwear down to his mid thighs as the hyena hungrily gazed at the hard piece of meat before, using her hand to point it straight at the ceiling. In truth, she had taking bigger. Hell, she had even been able to take half an elephant. But Simba was still a mouth-watering sight to behold, the lion's strong, musky maleness standing at a towering sixteen inches, the lengthy dong also processing an impressive girth, almost four inches wide. Shenzi became even more turned on at the fact that she could barely wrap both her hands around the thing with the tips of her thumbs and middle fingers barely meeting.

But right now, Shenzi didn't care, because now she was filled with a feeling even more dangerous than lust. And that was hunger. And the moment Simba met Shenzi's eyes, he nervously swallowed a lump in his throat when he saw the woman between his legs hungrily licking her lips as she began to slowly move her hands up and down his length, the female practically lifting her hands over her head to reach the tip, before bringing them back down to the base of his cock, where for the first time the hyena noticed two softball sized balls, both looking very full and heavy. In fact, she decided to ramp up her teasing by keeping one hand on his rod, and moving the other to cup his balls, which were indeed heavy…and ready to be emptied.

"Awww," she cooed in a depraving sweet voice, her lower lip out and quivering in mock pouty face as she continued to fondle Simba's balls and stroke is shaft, the hyena deciding to up the ante of her actions by putting her tongue into it, the excited stripper trailing her tongue from the base all the way to the tip, where a very large glob of precum had already started to form.

"Look at this," she continued to coo in an aggravating, childish way, almost as if she were speaking to a…well child, taking a moment to swirl her tongue around the big head of Simba's cock, the hyena moaning as she savored the salt taste of pre on her tongue.

"Does the poor cub not get his balls drained regularly? Does Nala make no time for her Simby Wimby?"

Simba didn't know why, but despite the mocking, depraving words coming from the hyena, he couldn't help but feel even more turned on by what was happening. And Shenzi knew this. In fact, she had learned from the grapevine that he was bit of a cuck, as well as a masochist, the lion actually finding great pleasure in watching his wife fuck other men, while at the same time being at the receiving end of pleasurable torture. And Shenzi was most defiantly going to take advantage of that.

"Don't worry, cub, I'll help you out" she continued to coo, the female doing something that Simba was almost certain nearly made him blow his load right there. Grabbing onto her luscious melons, Shenzi proceeded to wrap the busty mammaries around the top half of Simba's cock, the thick rod actually disappearing between the soft, fleshy mounds, with only the head and bottom of exposed. And needless to say, the moment Shenzi placed her lips against the engorged tip of the godly cock, Simba knew he was in for a wild ride.

"THE PRIDELANDS!" Simba softly exclaimed in a loud gasp as he was suddenly overwhelmed with a mind-numbing feeling. In one fell swoop, Shenzi, with what could only be described as expert skill, successfully speared every inch of Simba's cock into her throat, the hyena not letting so much as a gag or whimper as she began to aggressively bob her head up and down on the monster dong, her busty tits adding to the pleasure as she tightly squeezed them around the cock that was not encased by her tight, warm, velvety mouth and throat. Hell, Shenzi was even surprised to find that the cock was so big, her throat had bulged out, effectively snapping the choker she had on the entire night. And of course, Simba find this incredibly hot.

"Oh Shenzi, you are so good at this," he moaned as he brought a hand down, resting it on her head, not pushing but letting her go at her own pace. Upon hearing this, Shenzi let out a low light laugh, the vibrations sending ripple of pleasure through Simba's fuckstick, the lion himself biting back a moan as he tried to real in his pleasure. But the more Shenzi sucked him own, the more she picked up speed. And the more she picked up speed, the more Simba could feel a familiar stirring in his loins. In fact, the moment Shenzi her head back up, Simba felt himself being pushed to the brink by the strange, but still very pleasurable feeling of Shenzi prodding his dick hole with her tongue. It was strange, but very erotic to the lion.

"SHENZI, I'M GONNA…AGH!"

Before Simba could even react, he felt the pleasure being immediately replaced with pain. And the cause of this pain was Shenzi, the hyena having abruptly removed her mouth and tits from the now slick cock, which was denied it's release due in part to Shenzi, with an almost feral growl, squeezing Simba's balls, her right hand clasped firmly around were the scrotum met the dick. And much to Shenzi's satisfaction, what she had heard about the lion's masochistic ways were true.

Especially when a particularly strong tug resulted in a rather effeminate moan.

"I don't think so, cub," Shenzi said with a cruel chuckle, her eyes staring daggers at the lion in her grasp, his teeth clenched and his eyes wide in a mixture of arousal and panic, his gaze never once leaving the sight of the death hold the hyena had on his junk.

"You want to cum…you have to be a good boy and tend to mama's needs first."

At that moment, Simba let out a sigh of relief when he felt Shenzi release his sore balls, the need to cum now having subsided as he started to get some feeling back into the family jewels. But before he had the chance to really regain his barring's, Simba soon found his gaze pulled upwards, his lips pursed out as Shenzi used one hand to squeeze his face, almost in the same way a mother did when scolding their child.

"STRIP."

This was said in barely a whisper, but Simba was smart enough to know that the aggressive lust burning in Shenzi's voice, as well as deep in her eyes, was meant as a warning. And upon feeling the fading physically reminder on his boys, Simba knew it was best not to test the stripper-turned-dominatrix any further. And so, after being allowed to get to his feet by Shenzi, who took the time to retrieve something from her bag, Simba wasted no time in fully shedding his attire, his shoes and socks being kicked halfway across the room, allowing him to just step out of his pants and underwear, while at the same time shedding his shirt and blazer.

However, the moment Simba reached his arms back, letting the offending shirt slide of his back and join the blazer on the floor, the piece of clothing was impeded in its journey by something. And Simba, who had had many brushes with the law in the past, was able to quickly recognize the feeling of handcuffs around his wrists. But, before the lion boss could even begin to comprehend what was happening, he suddenly received a quick kick to the back of his right knee, the action alone causing the other to buckle as the lion collapsed onto his knees. And upon regaining his bearings, Simba raised his head, only to find his nose making contact with the damp, heavenly scented entrance of Shenzi. And it was only when Simba looked up to meet the sexy hyena's sultry gaze did he notice that she was looking at him with that ever-arousing look of dominance.

"Now," she began, running her and through Simba's mane as she spoke, raking her fingers through the cascading ginger locks.

"If you are a good boy, and please your mistress, I might just release you from your bondage. Sound good, cub."

Of course, Simba knew he was in no position to say no. So, with a very submissive nod, Simba got to work. Or rather tired to. In truth, Simba really was that great when it came to orally treating a woman's pussy. In fact, Shenzi found this out firsthand as the lion began to clumsily lick around her labia, his tongue just seeming to dart this way and that with no really trajectory.

"COME ON!" she quietly growled through her teeth, taking handful of the lion's mane before shoving him deeper between her legs.

"YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT!"

Upon hearing the clear aggravation from Shenzi, Simba tried his best to up his game. He tried flicking her engorged clit with his tongue, gently nibbling the aforementioned bean as well. He even tried tongue-fucking. And while Shenzi was able to let out a few moans as she felt the long, rough appendage tickle her inner walls, Shenzi just wasn't receiving the same amount of feral pleasure she would normally get from other clients. However, as she disappointingly placed her hands on the arch of her back, Shenzi was suddenly struck with a idea the moment her fingertips touched her round, delicious ass. And it was at the moment that Shenzi remembered the hungry look in Simba's eyes as she stripped for him.

"Hang on a sec, cub," she interrupted with a smile, the hyena gently pushing the lion's head away from her dripping pussy. And while Simba was disappointed, and of course a little bit worried about Shenzi's actions, the lion suddenly felt those feelings quickly dissipate the moment he saw Shenzi turn on her heels, the hyena giving her client a show as she bent over in front of him. At that moment, Simba was presented with the heavenly sight of Shenzi's perfect ass. An ass tone from years of exercise, but all soft also big and soft, as evident by Shenzi reaching back and squeezing the big mounds, the hyena taking extra measure to lift her tail as she spread her ass-cheeks apart, revealing to Simba her black, puckered star.

"Let's see if you do any better at eating this ass."

In an instant, Shenzi found her words caught in her throat the moment Simba began to pepper her perfect ass with gentle kisses, the lion clearly reveling in the chance to worship such a godly ass. And the more the horny woman relaxed into the heavenly feeling of Simba's lips dancing across her bare bottom, the more lost she became in her pleasures. In fact, it was only when Shenzi felt the sharp ends of Simba's fangs nip into the skin of her ass that she was able to pull herself out of her lustful trance.

"Oh," she groaned as she looked over her shoulder, her eyes lingering on the sight of Simba nipping at her ass and tail, the lion following up on each nip with a tender lick to the affected area.

"Such a naughty boy…"

Shenzi paused briefly, the hyena actually surprising Simba by grabbing a fistful of his luscious mane. As for Simba, what Shenzi did next was not only unexpected, but also a major turn as the hyena promptly shoved his face between her glorious mounds, his nose inhaling the sweaty aroma from under her tail, while his lips pressed against her pucker anus. And after just barley making eye contact with the stripper, Simba felt his heart beating a mile a minute at what she said next.

"But I thought I told you to EAT this ass."

Unfortunately for Shenzi, were Simba lacked in eating pussy…

He made up for in eating ass.

And the moment she felt Simba take a long, slow lick of the puckered star, his tongue teasingly prodding at the entrance, Shenzi's eyes widened in a mixture of horror and lust as the rough appendage thrust forward with great vigor.

Shenzi could hardly hold back the moans and squeaks that escaped her throat with every thrust of Simba's tongue, the lion himself actually finding to his great surprise that he did not hate the taste of Shenzi's ass. In fact, while he went in expecting what would have obviously been the unpleasant taste of…never mind, Simba was pleased to find that Shenzi's anal walls had a mellow, almost fruity zing to it. And almost as if she was reading his mind, Shenzi, her hand still firmly placed on the back of Simba's head, offered and answer to the lion's unspoken question.

"I always make sure I'm good and prepped for my clients, and that means very thorough cleaning, with the addition of edible lube."

Needless to say, Simba was rather impressed with Shenzi's methods of preparation. He actually found a newfound respect for the hyena's consideration for her clients. And in truth that only made he go harder are her ass, the lion aggressive tongue-punching the hyena's fart-box. And within tens seconds, Shenzi was squeaking and moaning as she held Simba's muzzle in her ass, her free hand moving down to her gushing folds as she dug three fingers into moist cavern, the stripper frantically fish hooking herself as she reveled in the euphoric feeling of Simba driving his tongue deeper and deeper into her tight ass.

"OH YES SIMBA!" Shenzi screamed without abandon, the hot feeling in her core amplifying every second Simba ruthlessly tongue-fucked her ass, her fingers picking up the pace on her gushing cunt as she frantically fingered herself. In fact, Simba, was saved from falling flat on his back by Shenzi's firm grip on his head, was feeling the wetness of Shenzi's juices practically rain on his chest. But, Shenzi suddenly froze the moment Simba's tongue hit a very familiar spot in her ass…and the lion noticed this. And with a devious smirk on his muzzle, he gave it his all.

"FuuuUUUUUAAAAAAAHK!" Shenzi screamed as Simba pummeled the spot with his tongue, the vicious assault proving too much for Shenzi as she yanked her fingers from her twat, the hyena quickly adding to her ecstasy by frantically rubbing her clit as a torrent of juices erupted from her pussy, the seemingly endless shower of squirt soaking the carpet in a very impressive ark, some of the sweet nectar even hitting Simba's rock hard cock in the process, not that Simba minded much, as he was more focused on how proud he was for making Shenzi cum the way she did.

"Was I good little Cub, mistr-UMPH!"

Simba found his cocky question suddenly interrupted by Shenzi, the hyena having regained enough her senses to quickly put Simba back in his place by whirling around and shoving him on his back. And if Simba was being honest, him laying on his handcuffed hands as his sixteen-inch boner pointed at the ceiling was not the most comfortable thing in the world. But that was the least of his concern, for the moment he was able to shake the last little bit of vertigo from his head, he beheld the most amazing sight, and felt the most arousing sensation.

Shenzi, who held a defiant smirk on her muzzle, had positioned herself so that she was standing over Simba, the hyena's legs straddling his hips as she rubbed her dripping pussy, the little bit of sweet fluids actually hitting the tip of Simba's dick with frightening accuracy. But that only added to the lion's arousal, but not so much as the incredibly sexy sight of Shenzi squatting down. And while Shenzi would normally bringing herself to sit of her knees, Simba's towering rod made that almost impossible.

Not that she was complaining.

"You wanna be a good cub?" she whispered in a low growl, the sexy dominatrix actually grabbing a fistful of the unbuttoned shirt still on Simba's back, the lion's face immediately yanked forward into the hyena's smirking mug.

"Then fuck this tight cunt and fill it with your baby batter like the little man-whore you are."

And before Simba could even react, he let his jaw drop open in a silent moan, his balls tightening on instinct the moment he fell one of the most amazing sensations of his life, and that was Shenzi, who without even a moment's hesitation, impaled every last inch of his rock-hard dick into her tight, slippery pink pussy. But, to both of their arousal, it wasn't just the feeling of their cock being encased or their pussy being stretched, but more so the long, tubular bulge that seemed to run from Shenzi's opening to the top of her abdomen. And needless to say, Shenzi was trying her best to hold back another monster orgasm as she began to raise and lower herself on Simba's monster rod, the bulge in her stomach growing and shrinking each time she raised and lowered her hips.

"Fuck Shenzi," Simba moaned, the lion desperately wishing his hands were free that he could grab onto Shenzi's wide, perfect hips. But, for now, he was more than content with her doing all the work, the lion actually allowing himself to fall into a sort of trance as he watched Shenzi's busty tits bounce with downward thrust. And as Simba watched, Shenzi couldn't help but release what could only have been a combination of giggle and a moan, the hyena deciding to add to her client's pleasure by leaning forward, cupping the back of Simba's neck to bringing him to her buxom right breast, the lion needed no explanation as he immediately began to suckle on the erect nipple.

"You like that, don't you cub?" she whispered in her sultry tone of voice, her movements on Simba's dick getting faster and harder, each downward thrust resulting a deep grunt emanating from Simba's throat as he felt Shenzi's tight walls constrict his cock, the smooth, almost velvety walls of this slut seeming to want to milk him for all he was worth. And before long, Simba was moaning around Shenzi's tit without abandon as she slammed herself down on his dick at a rate of two a second, the angle at which she was at, combined with the speed at which she was going, allowing his cock to hit every sweet spot in her tight cavern imaginable. In fact, after about five minutes, Shenzi had two more mind numbing orgasms, her tongue lolled at as she could now here Simba's breathing becoming faster and more ragged as he his tongue lashed her nipple, occasional nibbling on the nub.

"You're close, aren't ya cub?"

Simba could only nod as he clenched his eyes tight. And what Shenzi did next made him release her tit as a loud groan escaped his lips. Bringing her hips down hard on Simba's, Shenzi began to roll her hips, the hyena placing her hands on Simba's broad chest for stability as she literally began to twerk on his lap, the change in movement sending her to new heights of pleasure as she gently rubbed the bulge in her belly.

This alone proved too much for Simba, who at this point felt his balls start to tighten up as he neared his release. And before Shenzi new it, she felt her insides start heating up as she felt Simba's cock throb, the huge fuckstick firing rope after rope of hot, thick, creamy, life-giving cum deep into her womb, the heavenly feeling causing Shenzi to release her fourth orgasm of the night, her juices mixing with Simba's, the lion having cum so much that the excess was seeping around his cock and out of Shenzi's pussy. Shenzi was even incredibly aroused at the fact that her belly had slightly distended from the abundance of jizz.

After taking a few moments to recover from her mid numbing orgasm, Shenzi looked down to see a panting Simba, his tongue out and eyes rolled back

"UH! UH! FUCK! AH! UGH!"

Shenzi's throat partially vibrated as Simba, his cock still buried in her pussy, rutted her with what could only be described as feral savagery, the lion going at an ungodly pace at three thrusts a second as he used his body to pin Shenzi against his desk, her hard nipples rubbing against his broad chest as she wrapped her legs around his muscular waist. And with each hard thrust, Simba and Shenzi shuddered at the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against her ass, the two mounds jiggling like a bowl of figgy pudding. And needless to say, Simba would most definitely be up to eating it as such any time.

"OH FUCK!" Simba growled as he pressed his hips firmly to Shenzi's, the lion not even bothering to add any more power to his thrusts, opting instead to just keep his cock buried in the tight pussy, grinding away, the action alone causing the fur on his pelvis to tickle Shenzi's engorged clit, the hyena stripper finding herself being pulled closer and closer to another orgasm.

"YES! POUND THIS TIGHT CUNT!" she growled, wrapping her arms around Simba's thick neck, the woman burying her nose in his thick mane, inhaling deeply with each breath she took. Shenzi even let out a low moan as the scent of eggnog and aftershave filled her nostrils, the artificial smells creating in an intoxicating scent when combined with Simba's natural musk.

"Yeah," Simba growled as he pulled Shenzi tight to his chest, the lion sitting the hyena up on the edge of his desk as he fucked away.

"This cunt is so much tighter than my wife's."

This startling declaration, combined with the overpowering scent and the god-like cock in her pussy proved too much for Shenzi as her walls convulsed around Simba's dick, her juices surging forward around the hard tool like a squirt gun, effectively soaking both of their pelvises and thighs with the shimmering stuff. As for Simba, the feeling of Shenzi's walls squeezing his cock sent over the edge once more, another round of hot lion jizz being pumped into her womb with great abundance, more leaking around his cock as her belly swelled a bit more.

But, despite the amazing feeling off feeling so full of the lion cum inside of her, Shenzi found she still had enough energy for one more round. And as she felt Simba step away from her, her insides feeling as if they were caving in as he withdrew the now very slick cock from her abused, and now gaping cunt, Shenzi let a devious smile spread across her muzzle. And needless to say, the moment Simba felt Shenzi suddenly shove him on his ass, before turning him on his hands and knees, Simba knew he was in for a treat.

With what could only be described as lightning speed, Shenzi pushed Simba away, the startling action causing the lion's cock to completely withdraw from Shenzi's now gaping and dripping cunt, their combined juices practically falling onto the floor. But, before Simba could have any time to react, Shenzi, with great speed, lunged forward, promptly turning the lion around before shoving him onto the floor, the larger feline finding himself on his hands and knees. But before Simba could try to push himself up…

"AH FUCK!" he yelled in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Shenzi's hand made firm contact with his ass, the strength at which the strike was delivered succeeding in immediately putting a red hand print on the still rippling cheek. And before long, with another ten strikes, Simba had a glowing red hand print bleeding through his fur, the lion's tongue actually hanging out as the masochistic feline found himself drooling on the rug, his hand actually working deftly on his still aching rod. But Shenzi was far from done, as she had something else in mind for finishing her time with Simba.

Luckily, Shenzi's bag was well within reach. And once she found what she was looking for, well, Simba was so enraptured in his bliss that he barely registered Shenzi grabbing a hold of his hips, only for his eyes to snap wide open and roll into the back of his head, and for his mouth to hang open in a silent scream of pain and ecstasy as he felt Shenzi, who had slathered her fingers in their combined juices, shove her middle finger in his ass, the middle finger soon joined by her pointer, then her ring, until finally she was fish hooking Simba's tight ass with four fingers, the juices on her digits succeeding in lubing up the tight passage as she leaned forward, her free hand join Simba's in jerking his raging boner.

But soon, Shenzi felt Simba was ready for the next step, the reason she had gone to her bag. And needless to say, Simba, who had felt something press against his slick asshole as Shenzi grabbed on to his muscular hips, only let out a short cry of pain as Shenzi slammed every inch of a girthy sixteen-inch-long, eight inch wide strapon into his ass, the lion finally letting out a short, but loud cry of pleasure as he instantly came ropes of hot cum all over the floor, his tight ass squeezing the fake cock as the hyena proceeded to pummel his tight passage at an ungodly pace, almost three thrusts a second, the woman practically rearranging Simba's guts as evident by the faint bulge forming around his abs, the feeling only causing Simba to cum more, his abused prostate causing him to release small spurts of cum every fourth thrust. But after a good three minutes of having his ass fucked by the sexy dominatrix over him, Simba wanted to add more to the pleasure.

And before Shenzi had a chance to react, Simba suddenly and without warning pushed her back, the hyena's ass landing hard on the soft carpet, her strapon pointing straight up at the ceiling as she looked at the horny lion with intrigue. Soon that intrigue turned to great arousal as Simba quickly spun around on the fake cock, straddling Shenzi's hips as he reached between his legs to grasp the dildo, the big member being lined up with his now slightly gaping hole asshole. And the moment Simba started lowering himself on the toy cock, Shenzi smiled a lustfully devious smirk, reaching forward to grab hold of her client's hips, the male soon raising and lowering himself on the toy dick, the hyena adding some more force to Simba's downward motions by pulling down hard on his hips, this action causing the dildo to punch deeper into Simba's asshole, the repeated onslaught of his prostate causing the tip of Simba's cock to start spurting more small strands of cum.

"So good," Simba gasped out, looking to his Shenzi, who, after releasing a loud gasp of pleasure as he brought himself back down on the false cock, decided to be a little cheeky.

"Well, you're just a little cock loving slut, aren't you, cub?" Shenzi inquired, the hyena giving the lion's ass a light slap, resulting in a loud moan from the larger feline.

"Yes, I love having my ass stuffed with a big cock," Simba whispered with excitement, Shenzi's hips now thrusting up to meet his, the horny lion now eagerly stroking his cock as he was stretched open.

"You love getting pegged and fucked? Not just by women, but men too?""

Simba moaned as he continued to jerk off before answering.

"Yes," he said with a stupid smile.

"Well then," Shenzi said with a mischievous smile on her lips.

"I'm sure you'd like to know this dildo is a cast of the real thing."

"What?" Simba moaned, his confusion mixing with the pleasure he was feeling.

"This is King Bear's dick," Shenzi said with a dominant growl, "and if you help him, he'll give you the real thing."

Shenzi then gently rolled both of them over so that Simba was on his back, the new position allowing Shenzi to looking deep into the lion's eyes as she slowed the pace of her thrusting, Simba reaching up to cup both of the hyena's cheeks.

"I'll do it," he moaned without a second thought as he looked deep into her eyes, adding a deeper romantic feeling to the scene. Shenzi smiled lovingly at the lion in her lustful grasp, a smile that soon took on a teasing nature as his thrusts began to pick up speed. At that moment, Shenzi pulled them into a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues dancing as Simba felt a familiar stirring in their loins, Simba moving one hand to stroke his cock as the other held Shenzi's lips against his own.

"Cum for me, cub," Shenzi moaned against his lips, this simple request pushing Simba as he started cumming all over his stomach and chest from the feeling of Shenzi grinding her dildo deep into his ass, Shenzi himself collapsing on top of Simba, her own chest and stomach becoming sticky from the latter's cum as he fired the last ropes of cum from his cock. And as the panting hyena struggled to catch her breath, Simba found himself falling into a deep, spent sleep, his light snores soon filling Shenzi's ears as she looked at the now peacefully sleeping lion.

Allowing a small smile to spread across her muzzle, Shenzi withdrew the dildo from Simba's ass, the huge toy having succeeded in leaving the abused hole about an inch dilated. And it was upon seeing this that Shenzi realized that she had better leave a proper party gift for the spent lion…or rather his wife. And if Shenzi knew one thing, Nala was definitely going to put the strapon, fastened in place in Simba's ass by strands of glittering ribbon wrapped around his thighs, to good use.

With everything said and done, Shenzi, after putting her attire back on, left Simba's office.

Chapter Text

Chapter by Dax, Edited by Sam

With everything said and done, Shenzi, after putting her attire back on, left Simba's office, the hyena succeeding in weaving her way back through the banquet hall without being too conspicuous, only stopping every now and then to allow some of the patrons to feel her up. One of them being Smba's son, Kion, the twenty-year-old junior executive actually a titjob in a supply closest. But, just as she stepped out onto the streets of Zootopia, Shenzi felt a familiar vibration in her pocket.

Fishing her phone out, Shenzi actually smiled a sweet smile as she took in the beaming face of the bear who saved her life.

"Hey Belle," Shenzi greeted with a light giggle, the hyena smiling as she started to speak with the one and only Queen Bear of Jasper City.

"I'm doing good. Actually, better than good…I fucked Simba, right in there in his office during this little party he was throwing…and he accepted your husband's offer."

"I see…you seduced King Simba in his office? Good work, Shenzi!"

Shenzi actually smiled a very cocky smile as she heard the surprise in Queen Bear's voice.

"Hey, it was nothing really."

"I know but…"

"I mean, I was taught by the best porn star in Jasper, after all."

"I taught you well."

"By the way, any news on that club in Jasper?"

"Yes, there is a Job opening at the Moonlight Howl."

Shenzi allowed a lustful smile to spread on her muzzle as she hungrily licked her lips.

"So, I'll be getting my ass eaten out on a daily basis?"

"Yes, there are men their who would die to worship your ass."

"Awesome! I'll be on the first plane to Jasper after the New Year. Take care of yourself until then."

"And you as well."

"Bye, Belle…I love You."

"Goodbye, and I love you too, Baby."

With that, Shenzi put the phone back in her pocket, the hyena continuing on her way, a big smile on her face as she began to fantasize about her future in Canada…in the City of Free Love.

But in Jasper City itself, in a finely furnished home, there was anything but love as a fight was occurring in the home of former sled racing champion, Kevin "Balto" Wells.

His 19 year-old son, Kodi, was in trouble for groping a girl at school, and Jenna, Balto's wife and Kodi's mother just sat in the kitchen with a look of disgust on her face. In truth, Kodi's bad attitude had been going on for too long, and if she knew one thing at that moment, something had to be done. The problem was, no matter what Jenna and Balto did, being detention, community service, alternative schools, Kodi just shrugged it off like a bad case of flees. And if Jenna was being honest with herself, she had reached the end of her rope. In fact, she was close to saying something that she thought she would never say as a mother...

That Kodi was a lost cause.

And she really didn't want to say that.

But then, the beautiful husky suddenly remembered a friend who was known for teaching bad boys a lesson.

This friend was Dixie.

She was known as the local dominatrix around town, always punishing men left and right, but for some reason, it was only with the bad boys. And it was at that moment Jenna realized that Dixie may be her last hope. And so, grabbing her keys and throwing a light jacket on, Jenna quickly left the house and headed for Dixie's house. It didn't take long before the beautiful husky arrived at her friend's place, and she couldn't miss it if she tried, the house itself being a real work of art, painted pink with green window shutters, with the windows themselves tinted black.

Clearly, Dixie like her privacy...which was good, given her line of work

Jenna knocked on the door, the door opening some five seconds later, making way for Dixie, wearing only a black leather corset, black leather boots and black leather gloves, cum dripping from her neatly trimmed pussy, as Jeena observed with a growing blush.

"Hello Jenna," Dixie greeted kindly, not caring of the display she was showing.

"What brings you here?"

Jenna shook her hand and began to stutter briefly.

"I-I-I came to ask if you could help me with Kodi. He's causing trouble and Balto and I have exhausted ourselves on how to deal with him," the husky said, explaining her whole ordeal to Dixie. And of course, Dixie, being the slut she was, smiled at the thought of having some fresh meat to tame. Looking over her shoulder, the Pomeranian spied her latest student, a beefy Alaskan Malamute, Jim "Steele" Fraser, nude, gagged and bound with handcuffs with his ass in the air begging for a spanking.

"Send him over tonight, Jenna. I'll make him rethink his behavior," Dixie said before going back inside, Jenna watching as the Pomeranian undid Steele's restraints, before ordering him to bow to her. Jenna watched as Dixie pulled out a big paddle and proceeded to spank the husky, very hard, his cries of pain music to the Pomeranian which only made her spank even harder.

Well, it appeared that Dixie was the right woman for the job.

The next night, Jenna approached Kodi, who was sitting in his room and looking at porn on his laptop.

"Kodi, I need to ask you something," the husky said as she entered her son's room.

Kodi looked up from his laptop.

"Get out mom!" he said, not even taking his eyes off of his screen.

"Can't you see that I'm busy?"

Jenna frowned.

So I guess porn was now declared work... not in my house.

The beautiful husky walked up to the bed and looked at Kodi with a frown.

"My friend Dixie needs some help arranging her bedroom. I told her you would help."

Kodi looked up at his mother.

"Tell that bitch the answer is no," he said before looking back the screen.

Jenna smiled.

He was going to be a tough one.

"She says she'll pay you," she said smugly.

"Done!" Kodi barked jumping up from his spot. In just a matter of seconds, the eager young husky was out the door and rushing to Dixie's place. If there was one thing, he liked more than porn, it was money. He would do anything to make some quick cash, from picking up bottles, to stealing people's things and pawning them. When he finally reached Dixie's house, the Pomeranian was already waiting for him.

"Wow, it took you only five minutes to get here," she said looking at her watch.

Kodi walked up to her.

"Alright, where's the stuff you need help with?" he asked, but to Dixie, it sounded more like a demand.

"Up the stairs, third door on your right," Dixie replied softly.

Kodi rushed right past her and headed up stairs.

"Help yourself to any of the snacks I left up there," she called out to him.

The young husky never even said thank you as the sound of her bedroom door was heard hitting the wall. The sexy Pomeranian frowned, knowing that there might be some damage done, but she just waited. Five minutes later, there was a muffled thud coming from her room.

"Show time," Dixie smiled as she headed up stairs to get ready.

When Kodi wakes up, he'll learn not to disrespect women, Dixie thought to herself.

When Kodi opened his eyes, he found himself on Dixie's bed, alone and in his birthday suit.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" he shouted, jumping out of bed. Spying the open door, Kodi ran for it, but something wrapped around his neck, yanking him backwards. The scared husky looked up to see Dixie looking at him with a menacing frown.

"Stupid pup! Who said you could leave?" she asked.

Kodi looked at her outfit she was wearing. It was a dark red corset, garter straps and stocking, with black high heel boot and black leather gloves. She was also wearing a tight g-string thong. Before Kodi could speak, the Pomeranian clapped her hands and in came two wolves with leather masks and collars around their necks. They grabbed Kodi and threw him on the bed.

"Help! LET ME GO!" the husky cried, but the two wolves pinned him by the arms to the bed. Kodi then heard Dixie giggle as she approached the panicked teen. With a creepy smile on her face, Dixie crawled up on the bed and made her way toward Kodi's face.

"Now the fun begins," she said.

Kodi opened his mouth to speak in protest but was silenced by the Pomeranian smashing her lips against his. The young husky's eyes went wide as his mouth was invaded by her tongue. Dixie smiled when she felt Kodi relax and begin to kiss back out of instinct. Her plan was working. As the kissing continued, Dixie slowly brought Kodi's arms up above his head.

The sound of handcuffs clicking caused him to break the kiss. The two wolves had cuffed him to the bed frame.

"What the fuck?" Kodi said looking at them, then at Dixie.

"Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you?"

Dixie smiled as she brushed a finger across his chest.

"You did nothing to me, but you have been a bad boy harassing girls at school. So…"

Dixie then pulled out a ball gag and placed it in Kodi's mouth.

"I, Mistress Dixie, is going to teach you how to respect women."

Kodi watched as Dixie turned on a light on the other side of the room before leaving. Aside from the shelves attached to the wall that were displaying an assortment of lubes, butt plugs and dildos of various shapes and sizes. Directly underneath the bottom shelf were paddles, whips, floggers and rope.

Lots and lots of rope.

Another lowly slave was led into the room, a dog collar wrapped around his neck that attached to a chain. On the end of the chain was Mistress Dixie's cum toy, Steele. Steele was the only slave that has proceeded through the Mistress' training and examinations and his reward was to be able to cum inside her pussy. A task that required grueling amounts of servicing all her holes with his cock and restraining himself to cum. His backside was a sign of his obedience and will, as it was scarred and marked in areas and the fur had become strangely brittle.

Mistress Dixie looked at Kodi and figured the best way to punish Kodi was to let him watch how Steele obeyed her. She was in dire need as her life revolved around sex. She called upon the naked Steele to calm her down before having to deal with yet another, pathetic man who didn't know how to please or respect a woman. She sat down on her own personal recliner, and he crawled over to her as she beckoned him.

"Service me, slave, I want to cum once while you fuck me, you have 30 minutes."

With his instructions clear, he set about his mission. He slowly rubbed an index finger on the inside of her thigh, moving closer and closer to her pussy. Meanwhile, Steele trailed kisses down from base of her neck to the middle of her chest. His hand moved to their attended target and softly groped her 34D breast. Steele went to work on her tit, as it was slowly being encircled by his wet tongue and he increased his pressure, swirling it around her erect nipple. He swapped and hungrily grabbed at her right breast, leaving the erect nipple and engulfed the left, softened nipple into his mouth. He sucked and swirled his tongue all over her smooth skin. He clamped down on the now erect nipple and nibbled away while working the other nipple in between his fingers.

Kodi watched the scene unfold and he regretted being cuffed because he was starting to become hard.

Mistress Dixie could not stand it anymore. Her pussy started to gush, and she could feel the fire inside her flame up and spread to her loins.

"My clit," she moaned as Steele resumed the kissing, pressing his lips on her mound as he reached the edge of her underwear. He swept his tongue on the inside but never pushed the boundaries as he did not want to upset his Mistress. He began gliding his hands on the inside of her thighs, brushing over her stockings that rode mid-thigh.

"Through the fabric."

She smiled looking at Kodi, who could only whimper at the sight.

Immediately he obeyed, there was a large patch of moisture that was forming at the bottom of her panties. He started prodding and wiggling his tongue around her clit and she moaned in response. She grabbed his hair and pushed her groin in to his face, hard. Steele held his breath and tried to pace himself as Mistress drowned him through her panties. Most of the moisture seeped through and was savoured in his mouth. She continued to squirm with Steele's face firmly pressed against her cunt. Suddenly, Mistress Dixie reached around and grabbed Steele's already rock-hard cock.

"Fuck me, now!"

She spread her legs, creating enough space that he could place a knee on the furniture and stick his cock in her. She moved her thong to the side, her sweet pussy juices now freely flowing down towards her asshole without the fabric catching all her liquid. Seductively, she parted her lips, her red fingernails being the curtains to her sex.

"Now," she repeated sternly, with no time to waste, no need to lube. Steele aimed and stuck it in his Mistress' pussy in one motion, the hilt bottomed out and he was out of dick. Full of cock, she sighed with some relief. Having been through this more than once, Steele already knew what to do. He pulled his cock out fully to thrust into her again instantly. He built a pace in his head, counting the slaps and rhythmically fucked his Mistress. After 5 minutes of feeling her velvet cunt and her tight lips wrapping around his cock,

"I'm cumming, cum now, slave!"

The pleasure was unbearable, she started to shake, and her body shuddered, a constant moan escaped her lips, and her heaves of effort were loud. He could feel her cunt clench around his cock, and he had been holding his will to cum and let go appreciatively. She continued to pulse around his now softening cock, the cum was pumped deep in her pussy as her orgasm came slowly to its end. Exiting her now cum filled pussy, she replaced and readjusted her thong. She stood up to grab a drink and as she walked to retrieve a glass, the load that was inside her started to seep down and slowly it began to pool on the inside of her underwear. Now she finally felt like she could go and start training her new slave.

"You two, take Steele away," Dixie smiled as she enjoyed her drink.

"But send in Boss Wolf.

The two wolf slaves then lead Steele out of the room, a dog collar wrapped around his neck that attached to a chain. Then a one eyed dark furred wolf walked in. He was wearing leather pants, had a spiked collar around his neck, and had a tattoo that said: Dixie's bitch.

Dixie then undid Kodi's cuffs and pulled him up on his feet. He wanted to take the ball gag out, but, Dixie slapped him across the cheek.

"Kneel bitch," she ordered him.

Dumbfounded, he started at her like a deer in the headlights. Wrong thing to do when she gave an order.

"Now!" she shouted.

Boss Wolf kicked Kodi in the back of the knee and his legs crumbled underneath him as he hit the hard wood floor with a loud thud and an instant dull pain formed in his knee. Mistress Dixie quickly shortened the distance between them and she grabbed the husky's ear, twisted it and forced Kodi's head into the ground. With no option but to adhere to her forceful way, Kodi cowered into submission.

She hissed into his ear.

"You will not just listen to me, you will obey everything that I say. To ensure you understand, you will count each time you feel a sting on your ass. Now stay put with your head on the ground."

She strolled over to a shelf he noticed before and she began to hum to herself. The sound in the room was unnerving as she picked her poison. Kodi's knee pain was unwavering and was beginning to rise, he could not help but feel his dick stir as this humiliation was making him want more.

Want more?

Was Kodi actually starting love this treatment?

The humming stopped and her heels clicked as she started towards the young husky. She stopped and counted to three and the first strike was sharp and singed on to his flesh…

"ONE! FUCK ME!"

The assault continued and Kodi's ass was so sore. Each cheek received five strikes and he counted each one. Following the wrath of her chosen flog, the young husky couldn't regain his kneeling position because as soon as his ass touched anything, pain shot through it. Miss Dixie consulted Boss Wolf who was to take him to the washroom to cool his ass down and explain his submission to her further.

Kodi left shamefully out of the room, led by a collar, a blindfold, two sore ass cheeks and a hard on that couldn't be kept down.

After Kodi got washed up and returned to the bedroom, Dixie was waiting with a smile on her face. She walked up to Kodi and asked him very sweetly, "Now what are you going to do for your Mistress?"

With a whimper Kodi answered.

"Fuck you."

"Good," Dixie said brushing her fingers through his hair. She went and laid down on the bed and patted the empty spot beside her.

"Come to me, Kodi. Come and pleasure your Mistress," she smirked, but then added a warning.

"But no talking." And she meant it.

Not wanting another beating, Kodi moved over to his Mistress, but he had already forgot her warning.

"May I please have some water first?" he asked, but Dixie jumped up from the bed and brought her boot into his balls.

Kodi fell to the floor where Dixie began to whip him again.

"I told you not to speak!" she shouted, then stomped right on his tail with all her might. A loud crunch was heard and Kodi cried out in pain.

"I'm sorry!" he sobbed.

But Dixie wasn't happy.

"For punishment, you will eat my ass," she growled. The young husky watched the angry Pomeranian turned around and spread her ass cheeks. He could see her tight anal star, it looked so tight, but after a beating like that, he wasted no time.

Kodi first leaned in and placed a kiss right on top of her anal star. Then, he began to lick, nibble and kiss her ass all over, making sure that he didn't miss any place of his Mistress's perfect ass. He felt so humiliated, but at the same time so happy to be so loyal to his Mistress. After about ten minutes of non-stop ass worshiping, Dixie pulled away.

She smiled at the young husky.

"Are you still thirsty?" she asked him.

Kodi nodded.

The sexy Pomeranian walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of her favorite champagne, popping the cork with a smile. Dixie poured herself a glass full of it and turned to Kodi.

"Then come over here and eat my pussy until I cum," she said taking a sip.

Kodi quickly rushed over to her and began to feast on her sweet pussy. He reached up to hold on to the Pomeranian's hips, but she swatted his hands away. The young husky looked up, but dared not stop feasting on her.

Dixie had a very big toothy smiled on her face.

"Good slave," she laughed.

"I must say that you are doing very well without the use of your hands."

Her compliment brought a smile to Kodi's face, but once again, he forgot that he wasn't allowed to speak.

"Thank you, Mistress Dixie," he said.

WHACK!

Dixie brought her knee right up and delivered a powerful blow which knocked the husky over on his back. Kodi laid there, stunned. Everything was so blurry, and his jaw hurt to where her knee made contact with him.

"Bad slave," Dixie frowned.

"You must be punished again."

The sexy Pomeranian went over to her shelf of tools and picked a small bottle that something in it. She looked down at Kodi before pulling him up by his leash. Then she placed the bottle under his nose and watched with pure, unadulterated excitement. Kodi took a long, deep sniff, filling his lungs with the medicine's potent fumes.

From the moment he inhaled, Kodi was struck by an arrow of fire that shot from the back of his throat right down to his chest. It was like he'd snorted a shot of tequila through his nose! Whatever the hell this medicine was, he'd certainly never taken anything quite like it before. His instinct was to pull away immediately, yet it was like a small part of him already craved more. Instead of trying to resist, Kodi left his head where it was and inhaled again.

The second time hurt less, in fact it was almost a pleasurable sensation as it burned its way through his throat. The heat in his chest slowly spread outwards until it touched every inch of his body. Not only were all nerves instantly forgotten but Kodi felt positively euphoric! It was as though he had been wrapped from head to toe in a blanket of pure joy. Never before had he felt happier and more at peace.

"That's it, nice deep breaths... just allow it to drift up to your little brain," Dixie said, then with a snap of her fingers, a red tail buck slave entered, carrying a phone on a sliver tray. The Pomeranian then picked up the receiver and dialed a number.

"Hello? Jenna, it's Dixie," she said sweetly.

"I just want to tell you that Kodi will be staying with me for a few days… I know, but… Yes, I will see to it that he will learn how to behave… Goodbye, Jenna," she then hung up the phone.

Kodi was now feeling the true effects of the drug.

His Mistress's heavenly voice brought him slightly back to reality. As he looked at the beautiful woman still holding the bottle under his nose, his eyes widened in surprise. He'd always accepted that Dixie was very attractive, but as he looked at her now she was just the most stunning dog he'd ever seen. In his drug induced haze, her purple fur appeared to be glowing while her blue eyes sparkled alluringly. For years he'd felt such shame that he felt this arousal for this Pomeranian, but the medicine washed that away, and for the first time he felt he could truly appreciate the woman's beauty.

"See, look how relaxed you are now! Oh gosh your eyes, they're so glazed over," Dixie giggled like a schoolgirl.

"That's right, this feels so good, doesn't it? Come on, sniff more. Sniff more for your Mistress."

No longer bothered in the slightest about what Dixie called herself, Kodi obediently inhaled more of this intensely powerful concoction. Now his vision started to blur, the only thing he could focus on was the absolute Goddess standing before him; with her beautiful hair and bright red grin. As he stared in disbelief that such a gorgeous woman could even exist, he felt his cock stiffen.

"There you go, you're all ready now. My precious slave," Dixie said, finally judging he'd had enough and withdrew the bottle. She reached and brushed his cheek gently with her fingers. Though it was the briefest of contact, to Kodi her touch sent sparks fizzing across his fur.

"W-what's happening," he gasped, though it took all his energy just to muster that.

"Oh darling it's alright," Dixie cooed, "I just drugged you that's all."

She said it so kindly, like it was the most normal thing in the world; and in his heavily medicated state, Kodi just accepted that it was. There was maybe that little voice, buried deep within his hazy brain that screamed this shouldn't be happening. That it wasn't normal or alright for your captor to drug you, but Kodi was too far gone to hear it.

Then with a tug of his leash, Kodi followed Dixie down to the living room. Still in a drug induced haze, it was like he was floating aimlessly as she dragged him wherever she pleased. Once they reached the sofa, Kodi was pushed roughly forwards so that he landed on it in a heap, looking up at Dixie towering over him.

"Alright then, let's get you nice and comfortable," she purred, leaving him slumped naked and bewildered on the padded leather.

"That's better," she said with satisfaction "in fact you look so lovely and cozy I think I might join you."

With the grace of a dancer, she lowered herself onto the sofa beside him, sitting so close that their thighs touched together, and turned so that she faced him, her mouth just inches from Kodi's cheek. Her hand crept across his lap and with a single finger she began to trace slow circles over his fur, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the husky.

"There you go, nice and comfy. You can have a lovely evening cuddling on the sofa with your Mistress now. Would you like that?"

All Kodi could do was nod erratically in response, so overwhelmed by the drugs and Dixie's rhythmic stroking.

"Awww look at you now darling, so nice and relaxed. Your Mistress makes you feel so good doesn't she?"

Her hand drifted slowly up between his legs until her fingertips hovered just a hair's breadth from his cock. She left them there, so tantalizingly close, for a few seconds that felt to Kodi like a lifetime, then closed those last millimeters and softly ran her fingers up her slave's cock.

This was just too much for poor Kodi. He reached to the touch like he'd been struck by a lightning bolt, jerking his body and gasping in shock. Yet when his Mistress moved in and brushed it again, he did nothing to stop her.

"Hehe," Dixie tittered.

"Look how hard you are, look how hard your Mistress's made you!"

She leaned in even closer, so that her lips were physically touching his ear.

"Do you want your Mistress to stroke it?" she whispered sensually.

Kodi turned to face her and reluctantly stammered...

"Y-yes."

With a wolfish grin, his Dixie wrapped her hand around his cock and began to ever so slowly pump it up and down, sparking a fire in Kodi's groin that quickly spread through his body and consumed him entirely. He'd never even kissed a girl before, now here he was with the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on working away at his cock!

"Yeah you like that don't you honey? Oh your Mistress's so good to you, why would you ever want to disobey your Mistress when she does such nice things for you?"

Her voice had suddenly taken a more serious tone, though it was still dripping with sexual energy.

"I-I don't Mistress Dixie, I…"

"Why are you so naughty?" she went on, ignoring him completely.

"Tell me sweetie, why were you harassing Dusty?"

"I-I don't know." Kodi said.

"Oh I think you do know. Is it because you knew you would fail to be a good boyfriend? You were scared she'd find out what you're really like and reject you, weren't you?"

Kodi's lip trembled as he fought back the tears. Though he hadn't wanted to admit it to himself, that was exactly what he'd been afraid of. He was so fearful and nervous around women, and deep down he was scared that once Dusty got to know him, he wouldn't be enough for her, and she'd lose interest like everyone else.

"Y-yes," Kodi sobbed.

"I know, I know," she consoled him, "and you were right to be scared baby, you would have failed! As soon as this girl realized what a weak, timid little husky you are she would have left you straight away. Do you know why?"

"N-no."

"Because she doesn't understand you like I do... only Mistress really understands you."

Kodi's head was swimming, and it was only partly down to the drugs. He had been sure for so long that he was in love with Dusty, that they had such a special connection, and she was the perfect girl for him. But how was that possible if she didn't even understand him? Had he been wrong all this time? Dixie must be right; she'd just flashed him a smile and he'd got carried away.

"It was silly to think a handsome, nervous boy like you could ever go on a date like a normal man. I mean, do you know how to treat a lady? No, you don't, but I can teach you."

As she spoke, she subtly increased the pace that she pumped at his cock.

"I want to learn; I promise I do!" Kodi spluttered, not understanding why he was slowly getting more and more aroused.

"Well, that's alright, your Mistress will teach you. Just make sure you behave yourself from now on and we can forget this ever happened."

"I..." Kodi started, but was interrupted when Dixie shifted her position, swinging her leg up and over so that she sat facing him on his lap.

"Now remember boys who behave themselves do as they're told," Dixie warned, taking her hands off his cock, scooping up the open brown bottle from the coffee table and bringing it back to his nose "so go on, sniff. It's time for your second dose!"

Given he knew the bottle was laced with drugs Kodi hesitated, for about half a second. But since the only thought occupying his foggy mind was that he didn't want to disappoint his Mistress, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, inhaling the fumes obediently. Then as soon as the euphoric rush hit, he couldn't understand why he'd hesitated in the first place.

Within a few seconds the frenzied fog of sexual arousal clouded his brain even more completely than before. He opened his eyes and drank in the sight of the divine, Goddess that was Dixie. Between seeing that vision and feeling the weight of a woman's body upon his, Kodi was utterly consumed by desire.

"That's my good boy," Dixie's voice was now so angelic it didn't even sound real anymore "you know good boys get rewards, don't you?"

His face covered in a mindless grin, Kodi nodded slowly.

"Well, don't you want yours?"

Without waiting for him to reply she let her heavy breasts hang just inches from Kodi's face. Utterly transfixed, he watched his Mistress cup her breasts in her hands and push them together, tweaking her nipples and biting her lip seductively

"You like your Mistress's big, bouncy tits don't you? Do you want to touch them? Do you want to feel them in your mouth?"

Again Kodi could only nod deliriously through his drug induced haze, barely able to believe this was happening.

"Then say it," the Pomeranian ordered "say 'I want to suck on Mistress Dixie's big, juicy tits!"

"I-I want to suck on Mistress Dixie's big, juicy tits," he parroted mindlessly.

"Go on then you filthy boy, suck on my tits! You know it's what you've always wanted and now your Mistress's going to let you."

Placing a guiding hand on the back of his head, Kodi's Mistress brought him into her heavy chest and pushed her breast into his eager mouth. From the moment Kodi felt her nipple harden under his tongue, he was driven to a state of ecstasy he had never experienced before. He clamped his lips around Pomeranian's breast and sucked like his life depended on it. Meanwhile Dixie, seeing her slave lost in his own little world of pleasure at her breast, took his cock in her hands once more and resumed her rhythmic pumping.

"Mmmppphhh," Kodi moaned unintelligibly into his Mistress's bosom, completely overwhelmed by arousal.

"See, look how good your Mistress makes you feel," she quickened the pace of her jerking. "If you obey me and learn well by the end of the week, I'll let you fuck me."

Kodi murmured in agreement, his response muffled by the breast filling his mouth.

"Good," Dixie smiled, then grabbed the back of his hair and jerked it back so that he was forced to meet her eyes. Kodi looked at the Pomeranian who had the power over him. With just two words, she commanded him to…

"Kiss me!"

Kodi shot his mouth forward and began to kiss Dixie with all that he had. After a hot make out session on the couch, Dixie lead Kodi back upstairs and had him go to sleep.

For the next three days, Dixie abused, teased, and trained Kodi. Soon, Kodi's cock was begging to cum, but he learned well and waited for the time Dixie would let him fuck her so he could have his much-needed release. On the fourth day, after watching Dixie milk six of her slaves for their cum, she turned to Kodi.

"Are you ready to have your release, slave?" she asked.

Kodi kept his mouth shut and only nodded. Dixie was overjoyed that he at last learned to obey.

"Good, now come over here and fuck me," but then said as she got down on her hands and knees, "You are free to speak."

"Mistress Dixie could you roll over first?" he asked.

"Of course," Dixie replied and as she rolled on her back, Kodi straddled her and placed his cock between her soft breasts.

"Fucking your Mistress titties Kodi? Am I getting a pearl necklace to wear tonight?"

"Mmmmm fuck they're so soft and smooth. Hold them together for me Mistress."

Dixie held her big boobs around her slave's thrusting hardened. Her breath sped up and her thighs squeezed together trying to bring herself off as she brought Kodi off.

"Oh Baby," she said. "I want to cum just from you fucking my tits."

"Yeah Mistress Dixie. I'm gonna cum on you. Oh I love you Mistress. UN Ung." A big splash of Kodi's cum hit Dixie just below the chin and pooled on her throat eventually running down both sides like the necklace she had asked him for.

"Wow that was a surprise. You had a lot of cum stored up."

"And I still have loads to spare," Kodi boasted.

"Good, because I need it in my ass now!" Dixie said rolling over again. Kodi looked at the perfect heart shaped ass of his sexy Pomeranian Mistress.

Kodi was behind her and got her asshole ready to fuck in no time flat. With a solid push he entered his Mistress's back door and started fucking her immediately but then pulled out and reached one of Dixie's boxes there were full of her favorite toys. Kodi extracted her big lifelike dildo and lubed it up by sucking on it while pressing her knees apart. After getting it wet, he worked the fake cock into his Mistress's pussy and then resumed his position and filled her rectum again.

"Oh fuck Baby. I'm so full right now. You're going to make your Mistress cum so hard. Oooooooh Kooodiii. I'm cumming."

"Yeah Mistress. I love hearing you cum like that. Oh your ass feels so good around me. Want me to fill your butt with sperm?"

"Cum in my ass Baby. Cum. Cum. Mmmm."

She basked in his warm flow filling her to the tipping point as his spunk ran from one hole and down across another.

Kodi pulled out and fell dazed to the floor. "Oh shit. That was such a good fuck Mistress Dixie."

"Well it was apparently your good idea to grab my dildo out of my toy box and stick it in my pussy. That was... wow!"

"I still have more to offer," Kodi said panting.

His Mistress simply smiled before straddling his body again, she leaned in for a kiss and then slowly started to decent down Kodi's naked body. She felt his rock-hard precum producing cock trialing along her sweaty body, it slid between her pussy, over her stomach, through the cleavage of her tits and stopped as soon as her face was on top of it.

She looked up to him seeing that she had his full attention, she rested and gripped her soft hands around both of his spread legs. Again she looked up and noticed that Kodi was panting heavily, his cock throbbed and almost slapped in her face each time it did so. She smiled seductively again, licked her lips and then out of nowhere plunged down onto her own slave's rock-hard cock, taking the whole thing in in one go.

"OH FUCK!" Screamed Kodi as he felt and saw his Pomeranian Mistress deep throating his cock, she went to work on it like he did with her tits.

Dixie plunged up and down on her slave's impressive cock, her saliva drooled out of the corners of her mouth, coating his whole shaft and balls with it. She tasted Kodi's precum with each deep suck and the effect of it drove her insane. Her nails dug into his skin while she slurped, sucked and gagged on his fat cock.

Kodi had experienced her blowjobs before, but nothing came close to the way his master was going at him this time. He was being pleased so hard that no words managed to come out of his mouth. He moaned, groaned and breathed hard like never before while keeping his eyes fixed on his Mistress.

Dixie did the same, she kept looking into his eyes while she worshiped his cock with her skilled mouth. Her precum soaked saliva squirted out of the tight gap every time she went fully down on him, it scattered all over his cum filled balls and the floor was victim once more.

She loved having Kodi's fat cock ravaging through her mouth, her soft lips felt like silk on skin while her tongue roamed, twirling around his shaft and cockhead. Her moans made his cock tremble with excitement.

Kodi's hips started to move with the rhythm of his Mistress's blowjob, he fucked up into her mouth when she came down. Her eyes sparkled, he could see that she went all out, she was having the time of her life trying to please him as best as she could.

It went on like this for a minute before Dixie felt her slave's cock expanding and throbbing even more, he was on the verge of cumming but she didn't want it to end yet. With a loud plop she removed her mouth from his cock and tightly gripped the base of it with her hand, suppressing the urge to cum.

Kodi took a huge gasp before speaking.

"Mistress? Why? I was so close!" he yelled, then waited for her to bitch slap him or kick him, but she didn't do either.

Dixie smiled again with wicked lust.

"Because I want you to cum again... LIKE THIS!"

She then wrapped both of her big tits around Kodi's throbbing hard cock, she mashed them together and stroked them up and down with incredible speed.

"Mistress! Mistress! Yes!" Screamed Kodi being totally blow away.

Just like before his hips started to move up and down causing his cock to fuck the Pomeranian's impressive tits. They were so soft and big, and only his cockhead appeared out of the tit sandwich that he was tasting now.

Dixie giggled loud as she saw the husky moaning and screaming out of pleasure.

"That's it baby! Fuck my big tits! I will do anything to make you feel good today! I want you to cum for me, and coat me with your hot seed!" She then added her tongue to the pleasure, licking the slit of Kodi's cockhead every time it appeared out of her cock infested tit valley.

Kodi then felt the end coming near, his cock started to expand again, and his balls felt like exploding.

"It's cumming Mistress Dixie! Oh fucking... Ugh! I'm cumming! CUMMING!"

Just before he climaxed Dixie mashed her tits together tight so that only his cockhead stuck out of the top. She was then greeted with shot after shot of her slave's thick white semen, it blasted way up in the air. A few shots struck her chin while the rest rained down upon her. Her face was soon splattered with cum and so were her tits as well. Her husky slave came like she never saw a man cumming before. She licked her lips to taste Kodi's thick semen, it made her pussy tingle with excitement.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Kept Kodi yelling as he witnessed his Mistress being coated by his seed. After his cock calmed down, she slowly released him from her flesh canyon. His cock fell back against his stomach with a loud slap, a remaining shot of cum spurted out of it. He then squinted his eyes, almost blacking out from the intense pleasure he experienced. He watched Dixie eating the shots of cum that had landed on her face, she softly moaned with each glob she swallowed, it looked like she was in heaven.

After Dixie cleaned her face, she slowly crawled back up the tired husky's body, her large cum coated breasts smearing his own freshly produced cum all over his body. Kodi didn't mind, he thought it was fucking sexy seeing his foxy Pomeranian Mistress coming closer and closer like this. His cock started to throb again which amazed him after he had cum so hard.

When his Mistress's lust filled smiling face appeared in front of his they both started to laugh. Dixie then cupped his cheeks with her soft hands.

"I love you, my darling Kodi," She whispered softly.

"I love you too, my dearest Mistress Dixie." Responded Kodi, they then shared a long-lasting lovers kiss that went on for a few minutes.

That night when Steele came back to punished again by his Mistress, he was shocked to find Kodi, Jenna and Balto all partaking in some hot kinky bondage. Dixie then led Kodi by his leash behind Jenna and commanded him to, "Fuck your mother."

Kodi obey as slid his dick right into his mother's already used pussy. Dixie's other slaves stood close by, their cocks all rock hard, but none of them tried to relieve themselves. They knew Dixie would punish them if they tried to jack off.

Dixie spotted Steele and smiled.

"Pleasure the other slaves," she said before pushing Balto onto his back. Steele rushed over to the other slaves and undress. His ass and mouth were quickly invaded by the cocks of the horny slave. The handsome Malamute was able to see a very arousing sight.

Dixie had straddled Balto face and sandwiched his face between her sweaty ass cheeks. After a while, Balto was rewarded… with his face being bathed in a golden shower. Dixie had pissed in his face, and he loved. With a loud moan, Balto came.

Many would guess there was a reason as to why Dixie was a great teacher. Men couldn't resist being taught the meaning of discipline. And if Jasper's Mayor, the esteemed Winston Maverick knew anything as he looked out the window of his private jet, bound for Las Angeles…

The leaders of the Crime Families that were plaguing his city would get theirs.

Chapter Text

Wolf walked along the linoleum floor with a lazy gait, the sound of his freshly polished oxfords clacking on the hard surface drowned out by the slew of activity happening around him. And if he was being honest, he still felt a little weird walking around without people fearing him, screaming, running away in terror. But, in the two years since he and his gang had turned themselves in, thus turning over a new leaf, he felt that tingle, that wag in his tail never cease as he looked at the many party guests in the ballroom of the seaside resort.

But, as he continued to walk through the flurry of other guests, his feet absentmindedly taking him further and further to the double doors, he found himself caress a certain spot on his chest, specifically a patched hole just an inch over his heart where a bullet had nearly ended him. And as he made his way out on to the boardwalk, he found himself walking further and further down towards the waterline, discarding his shoes and socks along the way as his toes wiggled into the wet sand, his mind racing like a river as he remembered that day.

It was supposed to be a simple snatch and grab.

Ever since the Bad Guys had been released from prison, they did all they could to make sure they didn't relapse. Though sometimes, it was easier said than done. Every now and again someone would slip up. Shark was booked once for dressing up as a woman to get free drinks at a bar on ladies had been fined for causing a panic at the beach. Webbs had been busted for accidentally, yes ACCIDENTALLY hacking a government website. And Snake, well let's just say the reptile still had a sticky tail.

Yep, old habits die hard, as they say.

But, it was never anything too serious, save for Webbs. But, it was actually through the arachnid's little incident that Governor Diane Foxington had come up with an idea. Rather than make the Bad Guys repress their urges, which would only lead to more relapses, why not take a page from the disgraced Professor Marmalade's book and use their skills for the GREATER good, and not the good of one demented guinea pig. She had even contacted some government agencies to see if they might consider recruiting the Bad Guys into some convert operations. And before they knew it, the fearsome fivesome found themselves being recruited by the FBI, CIA, even Interpol for a slew of different heists and sting operations around the world.

But one such heist was going to be ESPECIALLY tricky.

The Mission:

A group of rogue CIA agents had ripped off one of the biggest entertainment companies in Redshore City, New Jersey…Crystal Entertainment, transferring a eight figure sum of money to a flash drive that was enroute to the buyer. Luckily, an informant of Diane had tipped her and the Agency off to the theft.

In no time flat the gang was back together.

The Objective: Retrieve the Flash Drive.

In the end, everyone played their part beautifully;

Snake scoped out the scene, finding the best entry point.

Piranha incapacitated one of the members.

Shark, the master of disguise, infiltrated the group as said member.

Webbs hacked into the GPS of one of their vehicles to steer them towards a waiting Wolf and Diane, who would be waiting with a huge force of CIA operatives.

In short, things were going great…

Until the rogue agents pulled out a nasty surprise in the form of a hostage, the daughter of the head of Crystal Entertainment…

Porsha Crystal.

Diane and Wolf knew the moment they saw the crying wolf they couldn't risk a firefight, lest Porsha be seriously injured, or worse. Fortunately, Snake, who had gone unseen, sank his fangs into the leg of the agent holding Porsha hostage. Unfortunately, while his actions succeeded in forcing the assailant to pull his gun away from Porsha's head…

His finger was still on the trigger.

And the only thing Wolf could register from the moment the bang hit his ears to the intense pain in his chest was the sound of guns going off, agents shouting, Porsha screaming…and Diane and his friends calling his name as everything went black.

When he came to, he was in one of the most up to date hospitals in Redshore, with his primary care giver being a lovely Irish Setter by the name of Dr, Ellie Lane, who just so happened to be married to Redshore's District Attorney, who also happened to be a dear friend, and the brother of the lead talent scout of Crystal Entertainment, Suki Lane, who had personally stopped by on behalf of her boss to thank Wolf for saving Porsha.

But the people wolf was most glad to see, where his friends…and Diane. And he didn't know why, but seeing the tears in her eyes and smile on her face knowing that he was okay just stirred something in him, something he couldn't quite place. But, in the end, he decided to inquire on the outcome of their little sting operation.

Porsha was rescued unharmed, a few non-critical injuries for the CIA, the rogue agents, who were ten in numbers were enow less, with three dead, five wounded and captured, and the other two long gone. Luckily, the flash drive was recovered, with a very generous reward given to the Bad Guys by James Crystal himself.

And needless to say, Diane used her cut to throw her friends one of the biggest parties in LA history…

Which Wolf figured he might as well get back to.

Luckily, no one had noticed his absence, the party goers still minding their own business, either drinking, dancing, or as Wolf observed, getting quite intimate in some dim corners. Wolf was actually surprised to see Chief Luggins jamming away during one of Piranha's songs, with Shark no less, the burly spotted-hyena finding more pleasure in letting lose rather than making multiple arrests for public indecency. One of them being snake, who as Wolf could see, was having a very heated make out session with a very lovely white-tailed doe, whose legs appeared to be spread wide. But as Wolf observed with massive blush growing on his face, Snake's long serpentine body seemed to be disappearing under the cervine's dress…her belly seeming to grow bit by bit as a result. Well, Wolf didn't need to use much of his imagination as to what was happening as he made his way through the crowd.

"MR. WOLF!" a rather loud and obnoxious voice sounded over the den, the canine turning to his right to see a very exuberant tabby cat, clad in her typically tacky purple suit bustling toward him with a huffing and patting boar cameraman behind her. Wolf actually found himself fighting to roll his eyes as Tiffany Fluffit, Action News, came to a stop by right in front of him.

"Hello Tiffany," he greeted with a forced smile, "what can I do for you?"

Of course, Tiffany didn't miss a beat.

"Our viewers are wanting to know what is next for you after your recent bust!"

At that moment, Wolf felt some of his annoyance melt away as he looked at the otherwise PERSISTENT tabby, straightening his fine, dark-blue tuxedo as he looked toward the camera.

"Well seeing as how I took a bullet, I think I'm just going to take it easy."

"Well, our viewers also want to know, if you are offered, will you and your team be willing to track down Team Friendship in response to their recent global crime spree?!"

Wolf cringed at the crap name, wondering how two skilled and very illusive husband and wife thieves such as Antonio and Kitty Gatos, more famously known as Puss in Boys and Kitty Softpaws, could come up with such a lame, uninspiring name for themselves. But, for now, he would rather get away from this "glorified paparazzi" cat before she got to into her questions.

"Probably not, there's a bit of a conflict of interest. Anyway, thanks Tiffany," Wolf finished, shooting a salute to the camera lens as well.

"NIGHT EVERYONE!"

At that moment Wolf counted himself lucky that Tiffany decided not to push him further on his last comment. The last thing the reporter needed was to know that a few years before they went good, the Bad Guys had actually helped the feline duo in a caper somewhere out of LA. They had actually formed a pretty good friendship as a result. So much so that the two cats actually named Wolf as the godfather of their son, or rather adopted son, a little six-year-old chihuahua that they had encountered on one of their heists...

Which was another reason he knew the relationship had to be kept a secret…

Less said, less leverage.

"WOLF!"

Wolf was suddenly pulled form his silent reflections by Diane, the fox in that stunning magenta dress she had worn at the Good Samaritan award two years prior. And of Wolf was being honest, he loved that dress. It made her fur shine, her eyes pop, and it most certainly made her sexy figure stand…

Wolf shook the thought from his mind, trying to regain what little decorum had been swept aside by such a lewd thought as he made his way towards Diane, who appeared to be in a very in-depth conversation with, to his surprise, another wolf; tall, sturdy, with whitening grey hair, a sign that the wolf himself was older than him. But, with his back to him, Wolf couldn't quite see his face, that is until Diane addressed the wolf in front her.

"Mr. Mayor, this is the guy I was telling you about."

With that, the other wolf turned around, allowing Wolf to finally take in the sharp, but soft and handsome features of the wolf, more grey fur around his face, specifically around his, as Wolf found it hard to admit, stunning blue eyes. And if Wolf was being honest, he was actually quite intimidated by this newcomer, who he felt he knew from somewhere, he just couldn't recall.

"Ah," the wolf began in a noticeably deep, gravelly voice, his eyes seeming to scan up and down Wolf's body as he swirled around the drink in his martini glass. And Wolf didn't know why, but being scrutinized by this stranger, who despite his gentle smile seemed to be silently judging him.

"So this is the famous Mr. Wolf of the Bad Guys?"

Diane let out a soft giggle, a sound that sent that very pleasant tingle up Wolf's spine as he looked at her in mild confusion. Catching on, Diane decided that introductions were in order.

"Mason Canis," she said to Wolf, hooking one arm in his as she gestured to the other wolf with the other, clearing ignoring the small look of shock on his face as she used his real name, "this is Winston Lewis. He is the Mayor of Jasper City in Alberta. He and I were just discussing your recent bust when he brought a very interesting proposition forward."

"W-what proposition?" Wolf inquired nervously, curious as to what the Mayor of a bustling city way up in the Canadian Province would want with him and his team. Luckily, he didn't have to wait too long for an answer as Winston cleared his throat to begin.

"Well, as you know, my city has a…'reputation' for being very lax when it comes to certain 'matters.'"

Now, Wolf was many things, but stupid was not one of them. He knew full well about Jasper's reputation. A once small town of just 4,000 having boomed to just under 200,000 in the last sixty years, Jasper was known for being one of the most prosperous cities in the north. However, Jasper also had a reputation for something of a more…carnal nature.

"'The City of Free Love,'" he said in his trademark monotone, his nerves having settled quite a bit when he noticed Winston relax a bit as well.

"Right," Winston continued with a laugh, only for his smile to turn into a serious frown, one which definitely shifted Wolf's mood once again, especially when he notices Diane, who was still clutching his arm, had a frown of her own, only more nervous.

"But free love isn't the only thing that Jasper is becoming known for…there has been quite a rise in crime. At the forefront of it is someone we believe was the mastermind of the Crystal Heist...Cain Aldan."

Wolf stiffened at the familiar name because it was a name associated with a another.

"The Dark Wolf?"

This caught Diane's attention.

"You know who that is?"

Shifting eye contact between Diane and Winston, Wolf began to explain.

"Only the most cunning and ruthless mob boss in Canada and the U.S. combined, second only to King bear himself. Me and the gang helped a contingent of Cain's boys a few years back. You probably remember Diane…that heist of five hundred mil?"

Diane's eyes went wide as she looked at Wolf, the memory coming back full force as she saw in her mind in vivid detail about one of the biggest heists in the city's history."

"Well," Wolf continued, his face now hard as steel, "Cain promised us half of the money, but his goons crossed us and left us high and dry. We were labeled as the sole perpetrators and the case was closed by our very own Chief of Police."

This was said in an almost sing song voice as the three glanced towards said hyena, who was, to their surprise and amusement, doing the worm with shark as Piranha continued to belt out his lyrics. Shaking his head, Wolf looked back to a stunned Winston.

"But I haven't bothered to bring it up. We did our time and are better people for it."

This made a huge smile form on Diane's puzzle as she practically cuddled up to Wolf, the sudden contact actually making a deep blush bleed through his fur and his tail start wagging like mad. The sight actually made Winston chuckle a little bit as he watched the two. But, after a solid ten seconds of just standing in silence…

"But how do you figure Aldan was behind it?"

The question from Wolf actually made Winston stand a little straighter as he gave his answer.

"Authorities managed to track down the two individuals who managed to escape. While they managed to elude them, they were able to determine their identities…Team Friendship, regulars on Aldan's pay roll."

Wolf's stiffened at this, but he tried his best to keep a neutral expression, forcing a low hum from his throat, a clear sign that he was in deep thought, he attempts blocking out the sudden bout of anxiety distracting from the fact that Diane was tightly gripping his arm now, her own face neutral, conveying some surprise, but hiding her own anxiety…for she had worked with he infamous, though horribly named, Team friendship before.

But Wolf was pulled from his faux musings as Winston cleared his throat, the wolf and fox before him looking at each other as the mayor of Jasper began to speak again.

"Now," the Canadian mayor continued, "about that proposition…"

Wolf didn't need to know the proposition.

"I'll take it."

Winston was shocked Wolf's fast response but was happy none the less.

Until…

"He means WE'LL take it."

Looking to his side, Wolf's wide eyes met Diane's smug gaze, the vixen surprising both wolves by tracing her chin along his jawline, the female adding to his already flustered state by saying something far more suggestive. So suggestive Wolf felt it should have been said in private.

"It'll give us a chance to 'know each other better.' Especially in the 'City of Free Love.'"

"You ain't leaving without me," a new, raspy voice added, causing the three canines to look down at the 3'47" short-stacked spider before them. Though, as many onlookers would point out, Webbs didn't look that much of a spider, with her flat, nose-less face, to a typical bipedal, two-armed body. In fact, the only indication of her evolutionary heritage was the stubby protrusion from her black mini-skirt that covered her round ass, which would have served as her abdomen in the early stages of the spider's evolution.

But many hungry eyes wouldn't be too bothered as her proportional body boasted a voluptuous hour-glass figure, from her wide hips to her impressive bust that seemed to threaten to bust out from her sweater-covered blouse.

Yes, Evolution had surely been kind to the arachnid.

But, Wolf wasn't too focused on that as the canine nervously rubbed the back of his neck, for while he didn't want Webbs on this delicate mission, he once again made the mistake of underestimating Webbs' power of persuasion, the spider convincing him that her tech abilities would be very useful…and getting Winston to agree by overtly grabbing his crotch, much of the three mammals embarrassment.

Needless to say, Wolf had a hard time focusing on the rest of the party. And in truth, Diane, since her suggestive invitation, didn't make it much easier. The whole time she would lowkey flirt with him, make some very suggestive gestures, such as winking at him, licking her lips, and even more lewd, taking a fresh strawberry from the snack bar and flicking her tongue against it. But the biggest tease of them all was on the dance floor, for it didn't matter what was playing, be it slow jazz, pop, or Piranha's own tunes. Wolf felt like he was going to blow out the front of his pants as Diane would do nothing but practically grind against him, whether it was pressing her chest against him or rubbing her crotch or wide ass against his privates, Diane seemed hellbent on making Wolf's night a living hell.

And it wasn't just her. It seemed everywhere he looked Wolf was finding more and more examples of debauchery, though he had to thank most of the offenders for being a bit more discreet, such as the Chief who dragged a nervous Shark into a supply closest, or snake who managed to sneak out of the party under the dress of his doe date, who looked like she was about to give birth to twins. And Webbs, well, she wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week after the visiting mayor of Jasper was done with her in the back room.

But, for Wolf, when the night came to an end, he realized the moment Diane asked him to drive her home, HIS fun was just beginning. Even more so when Wolf walked her to her door. Now, normally, a gentleman would either kiss a ladies hand or her cheek at the conclusion of such a, uh, "memorable" night.

But it turns out that that day was opposite day.

Wolf didn't now how saying goodnight turned into him and Diane practically moving through her house to her bedroom, their lips locked in a tight embrace, their hands roaming over each other's bodies as their tongues explored the other's mouth. And by the time Wolf and Diane had reached her Bedroom…

"Why don't you, uh, get comfortable," Diane teased as she eyed Wolf, the jacket of his tux in a pile with his shoes and socks in the living room, along with Diane's shoes.

"I'll be right back."

With that, Diane disappeared into the adjacent bathroom. And the moment the door closed, Wolf, in a comical display, began to rapidly try to shed the rest of his clothes, fumbling a bit with the belt and button of his pants, and opting to just rip open his shirt. But, Wolf decided to leave his heart-themed boxers on, figuring maybe he would let Diane have the honors to expose him to God and the rest of the world before they started what was sure to be a hell of a night.

Now, Wolf wasn't exactly sure what Diane had planned. In truth, he was half-expecting the sexy fox to just jump on him and ride him like there was no tomorrow. And if the canine was being honest, the very thought of Diane riding him like a cowgirl on a wild stallion was making him pretty excited, the tent in his boxers growing higher and higher as he just laid back on the bed, his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling while daydreaming.

"Well," Diane's voice sounded from the bathroom door, "looks like someone is REALLY getting comfortable."

Wolf gave the stunning vulpine a very, well, WOLFISH smile, his eyes lingering on the governor, still clad in her dress, but sans her stockings, making her appear, in Wolf's eyes, even more beautiful and seductive.

"What can I say?" Wolf said with that cheeky grin still plastered on his face, his half-lidded gaze drinking in Diane's alluring figure, from her athletic legs, to her curvy apple hips, to her slim waist, and finally to the two luscious peaches on her chest. Well, peaches would have been a MASSIVE understatement. More like melons, given how her dress seemed to scream under the immense strain they put on it.

"You know how to make a wolf feel at home."

"Well then," Diane said with a half-lidded stare of her own, the sexy fox sauntering over to the increasingly aroused Wolf as she spoke.

"If you like it here so much…"

Wolf was a bit confused when he saw Diane stop by the nightstand beside the bed, the sound of the drawer opening hitting his ears, soon followed by the sound of Diane rustling around through it, obviously looking for something. And when she did, Wolf realized this was not going to be a usual night of love and passion, as evident by the two long strands of rope in her hands.

"Why don't we make it permanent."

"Why don't we make it permanent."

And Wolf absolutely loved it.

"Read my mind baby," he growled, the former-con actually surprising Diane by willingly putting his arms into position, stretching them out over his head so that his wrists where right by the bedposts. And if Diane was aware of anything it that moment, it was the shiver that went up her spine and the wag that started in her tail the moment she realized wolf was as kinky as her. And so, biting her bottom lip with a ravenous smile, Diane got up on the bed, the vulpine giving her canine lover, or rather soon-to-be lover, an experience as she straddled his waist, both letting out a gasp and a moan as the action caused Diane to brush against the bulge in wolf's boxers.

"Fuck," Diane cursed under her breath, the fox desperate to keep her focus as she slightly fumbled with the rope, her fingers struggling to tie the strapping stud's wrists to the bedpost. And wolf wasn't fairing much better. In truth, he would rather have his arms free so he could rip off her dress, explore her body, rake his fingers through her soft fur. But his focus soon shifted to the slight wetness seeping through his boxers, the dampness growing with each little moan Diane gave.

"Already so wet…want to admit you enjoy my company, Governor," Wolf moaned, half in teasing and half in pure arousal. And despite his current quandary of not being able to touch Diane, caress her, make her moan even louder, Wolf couldn't help but give a big, lustful smile at the clearly struggling vixen, her face constantly contorting into an expression of pure, unabashed arousal. But the moment the bindings around his wrists were secured, Wolf was met with the sexy, but at the same time terrifying sight of Diane in his face, only for his look of worry to immediately snap wide open as the fox shot her tongue into his mouth, the canine only having a few seconds to recover before he returned the favor with great gusto, moan and growls filling the room as the two practically tried to outdo the other in this heated make-out session, their tongues lashing about like two cobras locked in deadly combat.

"You talk too much," Diane growled against wolf's lips, earning a teasing huff of a laugh from Wolf as he leaned his head forward, the canine making what little use he had of his limited maneuverability by just barely planting kisses and licks down Diane's chin to her neck, the action alone making the fox move a little bit forward to give wolf a better arc of fire. And the moment wolf started to really put his teeth into it, Diane was thrust into a whole other state of mind, same as wolf as he found himself picking up the faint flavor of metallic liquid on his tongue, a clear sign that he had successfully marked Diane as his.

But in the end, he couldn't help the small whine of complaint that escaped his throat as Diane suddenly pulled away, a thin strand of saliva connecting their bottom lips as the vixen stared down at wolf boyfriend, her half-lidded gaze filled with love, affection, and a deep, burning hunger mixed with desire and above all…

Lust.

"You know," Wolf panted out, the excitement of the evening already taking its toll on him as he began to lightly thrust up into Diane's crotch, the action causing her to bite her lip as she stifled a moan, "it's not that I enjoy the view, but, maybe we can move onto…OH YEAH, THAT'S WHAT I'M TAKING ABOUT!"

This sudden outburst was brought on by the alluring…hell it was downright hot and sexy, sight of Diane, a mischievous, lustful grin on her face, reaching down and grabbing the hem of her dress, arms crossed in front of her as she began to slowly lift the garment, revealing, much to wolf's surprise, that the sexy governor wasn't wearing any panties, her bare pussy opening leaking on the bulge in his trousers like a torrent.

"Damn," Wolf groaned with a light gasp, the sudden outburst stopping Diane midway.

"Don't tell me you were like this at the party."

And what Diane said next, accompanied by the sight of her reaching one hand down to rub the supple, pink clit that was peeking out from under that little bit of untrimmed fur on her pelvis, Wolf definitely wished he was untied so he could ravage the woman before him.

"Like you didn't notice," she whispered huskily, her hand moving away from her clit to resume pulling her dress over her head, "and if I'm being honest, I was a little disappointed."

"Disappointed?" Wolf inquired, his desire briefly replaced by confusion, which only made Diane smile even more as she fully lifted the dress of her head in one fell swoop, leaving Wolf in complete awe, awe that was soon replaced by the previous feeling of lust as Diane answered his previously spoken question.

"I was hoping you would take me into one of the supply closets."

And once Diane said this, she threw the dress to the side, her luscious, cream-colored tits came in full view, the light-brown nipples immediately becoming erect as they were exposed to the air. And the moment he saw his favorite love pillows withing three inches from his face, Wolf, in his lust induced state of mind, dived right in, or at least tried to, since Diane was just bit out of reach from his assault, the fox smiling as she saw the wolf helplessly try to reach her delicious looking tits, round and firm with no hint of sag, and as Wolf surmised, an easy, gravity defying Double D. But, eventually, Diane, after having had her fun of torturing the now whining cane beneath her, leaned forward, allowing Wolf to finally feast of her chest, the canine hungrily sucking as much of the left tit into his mouth as he could while he continued to thrust his covered crotch into Diane's now fully exposed one, the fox letting out a loud moan as her nipples and opening were either being flicked by Wolf's tongue or rubbed by his bulging member.

And after a few minutes of Wolf's mammary worship, Diane occasionally having him switch between her two globes of flesh and fur so that they could get equal attention, a few love bites here and there, she soon found a deep, kinky desire to put her now slightly tender tits to good use. And despite the whine of protest from wolf as he was deprived of his snack, the canine found he couldn't be too bothered the moment he saw Diane slide down his chest, his fur being matted down by his own saliva as Diane slunk down his front, almost like Snake did when…

Wolf shook the thought from his head, the former con not wanting to think about his best bud when he was currently in this carnal embrace with the sexy fox, who at this point had been placing tender kisses, licks, and bites down his front until she reached his waist. And the moment Wolf saw Diane take the waistband of his boxers between her teeth, he knew he was in for it when Diane, without slowing her descent, used her teeth to pull down Wolf's boxers.

However, Diane was only able to just clear Wolf's noticeably swollen balls before she stopped, her eyes wide and mouth agape as she stared at the monster in front of her, the admittedly HUGE, blood-red piece of wolf meat towering at an easy foot in length. And as Diane observed as she tenderly, and as noted by Wolf, who let out a hiss from her next action, hesitantly began to wrap one of her hands around the massive cock, the appendage was easily four to five inches thick, as evident by the fact that she could just barely wrap her hand around it, her middle finger and thumb just a couple centimeters away from each other. And it was at that moment that Wolf thought he saw a bit of trepidation flash across the usually fearless Crimson Paw's face. And in truth, it turned him on even more as let a teasing smirk spread on his muzzle. However, that smile soon fell as Diane, her look of anxiety quickly change to one of pure lust, began to slowly stroke the huge prick at what Wolf could only describe as a snail's pace.

"So," she whispered in that same husky voice, "this is the Big Bad Wolf's…"

She paused briefly, the reason being so that she could flick her tongue over the tip of Wolf's cock, where a big glob of precum had stared to form, the action making Wolf's groan and involuntarily thrust his hips up, his tip booping Diane's nose, which only made the fox drop her sexy demeanor by letting out a cute giggle before finishing her sentence.

"Big Bad COCK."

And what happened next, Wolf was almost certain he died and went to heaven, for he was soon enveloped in a state of pure ecstasy as Diane, without wasting a second, quickly wrapped her globes of love around the throbbing dick, the fox immediately moving her soft tits up and down the length of Wolf's cock. But for wolf, who was moaning without abandon, the fun was just beginning. For as Diane moved her tits up and down Wolf's dick, she noticed that every time she brought herself down, the first three inches of Wolf's monster cock peaked out from her cleavage. And the first time she saw this. She got a very sexy idea.

"SHIT DIANE!" Wolf yelled as he suddenly felt something long and slimy wrap around his dick, soon followed by the aching member being enveloped in what felt that a warm cavern. And it was only when he finally looked upon Diane that he realized what was happening, as evident by the fact that she seemed to have the very tip of muzzle buried in her cleavage, her soft cheeks slightly puffed out as she gave him a blowjob with her titfuck.

"You like how I suck you, don't you Wolf?" Diane playfully inquired, pulling her head off of his dick with a wet slurp, pausing in her oral treatment of her boyfriend's rod, though never once stopping in her mammary stroking, the action, combined with the earlier stimulation from her tongue, succeeding in get the natural tab of precum flowing. And before Wolf could respond to his vixen's question, he let out a low groan as Diane resumed her combined blow/titjob, her tongue swirling around the head before once again encasing the exposed bit of cock in her mouth and throat, only to give Wolf the experience of his life when all of sudden, upon removing her tits from around his cock, Diane, it what could only be described as surprisingly expert in skill, sheathed Wolf's cock in her mouth and throat with one fell swoop, the clearly learned vixen deepthroating her now catatonic canine's shaft all the way to the huge not that had formed at the base, her lips kissing the orange-sized gland as her throat bulged out. And for several minutes this went on until Wolf, who had been trying to add to the experience by thrusting up into Diane's mouth, felt a familiar pressure in his loins.

"Fuck!" Wolf swore as he continued to desperately thrust up into Diane's mouth, his balls seizing as he felt his release fast approaching.

"I'M CUMMING!"

And the moment those words left his mouth, Diane changed tactics.

"Oh no you don't buster!" she growled as she released his cock with a pop, the vixen quickly changing her position as she moved herself to straddle Wolf's drenched cock. And the moment Wolf saw Diane lineup his member with her entrance, he knew he was in for a real treat, especially with what Diane said next.

"You are gonna fill me up the right way!"

At that moment, Diane impaled herself on Wolf's member, screaming in a mixture of pain and pleasure, completely underestimating the sheer size, especially when she saw her stomach protrude a sizeable amount from a faint, tubular bulge.

"FUCK! Your bigger than I thought," Diane admitted.

Recovering from the sudden shock, Diane began to violently ride the wolf, her screams of pleasure mixing with Wolf's groans euphoria as she bounced on his lap, each downward thrust resulting in wolf's knot rubbing her aching clit, the sensation driving her more and more to her imminent release, which came in what she could only describe as a rushing torrent as she, with one final downward thrust, her mouth open in a silent scream, released all over Wolf's member and waist, the clear liquid drenching the fur in the process. But, to her surprise, Wolf held out.

"Got to get my knot in you before I put a baby in you,' he moaned out in teasing arousal, that dumb grin on his face as he just stared at Diane in her post orgasmic afterglow. But, one thing Wolf always forgot, is that Diane was fox, and foxes were especially know for two things…

Skill…and STAMINA.

Before Wolf could even react, Diane, with an annoyed look on her face, raised her hips back up, only to slam them down hard on Wolf's knot, a low moan escaping her mouth as she continued to bring herself down hard on Wolf's knot, desperate for him to knot her and fill her womb with thick, potent wolf jizz. And the more she tried to force his knot in, the more Wolf found his release building in his balls, the two orbs seizing and releasing as they worked his seed up his shaft, the load locked and loaded within two minutes. And before long, Wolf was thrusting up to meet once again to meet Diane's hips as she rode her strapping boytoy, who at this point was moaning loudly as he was ridden by his sexy vixen.

"Oh Mason," Diane moaned as she continued to ride Wolf, whose look of surprise from Diane using his actual name soon melting into one of adoration at what she said next.

"I Love You."

And the moment those words hit his ears, Wolf's release was unstoppable now.

"I love you too, Diane," he moaned, only for the moan to catch in his throat, his mouth open I wide, though no sound came, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he felt the mind numbing feeling of Diane, biting her bottom lip as another violent orgasm shook her body, bringing her hips down hard one last time on Wolf's knot, which thanks to her natural lube squirting from her abused pussy, slid in with an audible squelching sound. And in a matter of seconds, both fox and wolf came together, Wolf from the feeling of Diane's tight cunt squeezing and massaging every inch of his cock, and Diane from the feeling of Wolf's humongous, pulsating rod firing rope after thick rope of piping hot cum deep into her womb, the vixen massaging the faint bulge in her belly as she could quite literally feel the heat of wolf's cum flowing through her.

Eventually, Diane was so spent from her orgasms, and so comfortable from the heat radiating through her core that she, with some difficulty, fumbled with the ropes that bound Wolf to the bed, only to fall flat on his chest as soon as she had finished. And Wolf, being as smart as he once, picked up on what the silent fox had wanted as he tenderly wrapper her in a loving embrace, her arms sandwich between his stomach and her chest as he placed a tender kiss on top of her head, Diane release a content moan from the contact as she rested her eyes, same as Wolf. And for the next several minutes the couple just laid there, basking in the afterglow of their first time together. And in that time, Wolf just couldn't get over the fact what a great lay his girlfriend was. Compassionate, kinky, and even though she wasn't a virgin, she still felt as tight as one.

Speaking off.

Wolf eventually felt his knot shrink enough that he began to tug on it, the action stirring Diane from her half slumber as the stimulation of her still sensitive walls made her dig her claws into Wolf's chest, the male not minding as he, with one final tug, pulled his knot out with a pop. This, combined with the feeling the combination of juice and jizz drooling out her slightly gaping hole, made Diane shudder as she raised her head from Wolf's chest, her chin laying flight in the middle so that she could lazily stare into his dreamy eyes.

"You are wonderful," she whispered, their lips playfully stretching to meet each other for a quick peck. And despite the fact that he tried to play it off cool, Wolf's tail definitely gave away the affect Diane's compliment had on him.

"I've been called many things," Wolf laughed, "but wonderful ain't one of them."

"Well," Diane countered, reaching hand up to Wolf's face, only for his tail to go crazy the moment Diane's hand moved past his cheek, to behind his head to that one special spot.

"Maybe we can start changing that."

Wolf wasn't quite sure were Diane got this strength from, though he mentally slapped himself when he remembered her life before being governor, but he was still quite impressed that she was able to flip them over, the fox now lying underneath the wolf as she gazed up at him with those piercing green eyes. And it was only after regaining some of his bearings that he noticed Diane had laid herself so that her arms were hooked under her knees, pulling her legs up to her chest as if covering herself. However, the moment Wolf felt something, or rather two somethings press against his chest, he soon felt a secret kink of hiss rise to the surface.

"You kind of strike me as foot guy," Diane teased, the fox removing her dainty feet from Wolf's chest to rest them on either side of his head, the wolf slightly confused, but at the same time incredibly aroused, as Diane was right…

He was a foot guy.

And needless to say, Diane found herself becoming even more aroused when Wolf gently took her right foot into his hand, the canine starting his worship of her feet with a gentle massage, start from her heel, moving up her arch, until finally giving each toe a little attention themselves.

"That's right, worship them like a good boy," Diane moaned as her strapping lover soon turned his attention to the left foot, repeating his actions from before, while at the same time taking a few tentative sniffs, finding to his surprise that Diane must have washed them in the bathroom, as evident by the subtle lavender-vanilla scent radiating from the black pads on the balls and tiptoes. And as he continued to smell them, Diane soon received a rather ticklish surprise in the form of Wolf's tongue tenderly tracing her foot from her heel to her toes.

"Yes baby, I figured the Big Bad Wolf would like sucking on some piggies."

This was said as Wolf actually started giving each toe some individual attention, staring from the pinky and working his way up as he spent about ten seconds on each one, sucking and swirling his tongue around said pigging, eventually mirroring his actions on the one foot by skipping back to the other. But, as he moved his way down to the right heel, Wolf soon found his gaze locked on Diane's oozing pussy, his moth soon altering its course as it began to gentle nibble and lick it's way down her legs. And the moment Diane was able to determine her love's destination, she opened her legs with a smile.

"Come on sweetie, keep going," she cooed, letting out low moans of pleasure as Wolf's lips, tongue and teeth began to alternate between each leg until finally he reached his target, the supple, pink opening still dribbling his and Diane's combined juices on the sheets.

However, the moment Diane saw Wolf's eyes take on a more…feral tint, she knew she may have bitten off a bit more than she could chew.

"W-Wolf," she stuttered in a brief moment of trepidation.

"Please been gentle. I'm still pretty sensitAHHHHH MAGIC TONGUE, MAGIC TONGUE!"

Before Diane had time to respond, Wolf abruptly pulled himself back up, his ass sitting on his calves, his hands holding tightly to Diane's toned thighs, the latter's upper body being supported by the bed that creaked and groaned from the sudden movement. Before long, the small room was filled with sounds of sequels and moans as Diane was eaten out by her virile lover, who with great skill, darted his tongue in and out of his companion's sweet passage, the canine actually finding the savory combination with his own spunk strange, but not terrible. Diane, however, was in such of state of pleasure that she began to dig her claws into the bedspread, the faint sound of ripping fabric hitting both her and Wolf's ears as the Big Bad Wolf devoured his helpless prey, his skilled tongue proving just as skilled in eating as he did with talking. And as the long, wide appendage ravaged her pussy, hitting every sweet spot imaginable, sending Diane it several mini orgasms, the fox bit into her lower lip as she tried in vain to suppress her screams.

"OH FUCK YES!" Diane screamed as she began to mold and massage her breasts, groping the lumps of flesh on her chest, occasionally pinching and twisting the erect nipples. And one point, Diane even began to suck on her big tits, nibbling and licking the brown nubs on top as Wolf continued to work on her slick opening. Withdrawing his tongue from the dripping snatch, Wolf began to nibble on Diane's swollen clitoris, an action that seemed to send Diane over the edge.

"MASON, I'M-I'M GONNA...!" With just enough time to react, Wolf, pulling away from the sensitive clit, latched his lips over Terra's quivering folds as she let loose a torrent of sweet nectar, which the thirsty canine managed to catch most of in his mouth, swallowing with satisfying gulps as Diane began to calm down from her orgasmic high. However, Diane was in for a much rougher ride the moment she was able to register that Wolf had flipped the tables on her, literally. And before Diane knew it, she let out an UMPH! of surprise as her entire frame was dropped on the bed, the vixen only have two seconds to react before her opening started taking a direct assault from Wolf's passionate thrusts.

At that moment, their eyes met, and the moment that followed, the duo's tongues met in a brilliant display of passion as Diane wrapped her legs around Wolf's waist, her arms wrapping around his neck, desperate for him to cum deep in her pussy as he did not ten minutes ago. And in an instant, Wolf was certain that either he was going to go deaf, or that the neighbors were going to call the Chief about a possible murder in progress as Diane started screaming her lungs out, her tits bouncing erratically as Wolf pummeled her pussy. And it didn't take long before, with one final push, that the fat gland was once again forced into Diane with a pop, all thanks to the natural lube they both produced.

"FUCK YES!" Diane cried as she felt the thick knot enter her, the euphoric sensation pushing her to her limit as she unleashed another wave of her juices with a loud shriek, a vast majority of the liquid pleasure trapped by Wolf's knot. As for Humphrey, the natural tightness of Carney's cavern amplified by her orgasm proved too much for him. However, he didn't want to cum just yet. And so, with ass much will power as he could, he fought back his orgasm as he swiveled Diane on his cock, the vixen having another smaller orgasm from the sensation as she suddenly found herself on her hands and knees.

And needless to say, she loved this position.

"YEAH MASON!" she practically screamed, a sex-crazed look in her eyes as she glared at Wolf, the canine getting a bit scared by this sudden display of feral lust.

"BREED ME LIKE A BITCH IN HEAT! KINKY'S MY MIDDLE NAME, BOY!"

And the moment those words hit his ears, Wolf soon found himself being pulled into what he could only describe as the same feral lust that Diane was feeling. And if he was being honest, he wished he could remember what happened after, because it seemed he blacked out in his carnal state of mind.

Luckily, Diane was able to fill him in after he regained some clarity.

Diane actually found herself cumming hard the moment Wolf lunged his head forward, the sting of his sharp teeth piercing the skin of her neck, drawing a decent flow of blood as the now feral Wolf wasted no time unleashing all his lust as he started doing something Diane had not experienced, but was not complaining about.

Wolf was knot-fucking her.

And Diane would be lying if she said that she did not cum a little every time Wolf's knot left her, the gland popping in and out her with great ease, all thanks to the cum and pussy juice lubricating her now abused cunt. And before long, Diane's mind started going numb as Wolf continued to fucker ruthlessly in this position, her cheeks jiggling as his hips made contact with her apple ass, all while his growls and snarls echoed in her ears. The feeling kept sending a crossed-eyed Diane over the edge as she released a torrent of her juices onto the bed, drenching the fabric with its wetness as her mouth hung open in a silent scream.

"Mason," she whined, tears of pure joy ad lust making her mascara run, " I love this, I do…but please, PLEASE cum in me already! I'm dry sweetie, I swear I'm DRY!"

As Diane said this, Wolf's thrusts became more rough as he tried to squeeze his knot into the tantalizingly tight cunt one last time, a clear sign that Diane had managed to break through his lustful state of mind. And upon feeling the orb of flesh press against her hole, Diane found herself thrown into another orgasm, making her shriek once again, more tears, this time of desperation for the feral fucking to end, falling down her cheeks. And the sound Diane's orgasm, along with the tight contractions of her love canals, sent Wolf over the edge. Only, upon releasing Diane's neck, Wolf announced his release in a way that Diane thought she would never hear.

Pulling his head back, Wolf released a long, mighty howl.

Digging his claws into Diane's hips, Wolf continued to howl as he began to roughly thrust his knot against Diane's pussy one last time before the latter's swollen lips finally gave way to Wolf's assaulting knot, the gland locking them in place as Diane finally felt some relief as Wolf started to unload strand after strand of white hot cum into her womb, painting her walls white as yet another orgasm overcame her, her entire frame shaking as her tear-filled eyes rolled into the back of her head, until at last, with a final thrust, Wolf was spent.

For the next few minutes, the two stayed in that position, the sound of Wolf's feral breaths sending shiver's down Diane's spine, the fox finally looking back at her love as he finally started to come back to his senses as he pulled his cock out with another pop. And at that present time, Diane was fine with letting Wolf get his bearings, a small gleam of satisfaction forming in her eyes as she finally saw a small grin from on Wolf's muzzle. And to be honest, Diane enjoyed the playful slap on one of her ass cheeks, a clear sign that Mason was back. However, a look of concern formed on her ace the moment she saw his twist into one of great distress.

"Oh Diane," he whined, tears forming in his eyes as he immediately grabbed for a box of tissues on the nightstand.

"I'm so sorry."

And it was only when Wolf started dabbing at the bite on her neck that the confused Diane finally understood what was making her new boyfriend so upset. And so, pulling herself up so that she was sitting on her knees in front of Wolf, Diane reached forward and cupped the now crying canine's face.

"No, no," she quickly reassured, using her thumbs to wipe away Wolf's tears.

"It's okay. To be honest, I actually liked it."

This caught wolf by surprise.

"You did?"

"Yes," Diane responded with an endearing laugh.

"And do you know why?"

At first confused by this sudden question, a question he had no answer too, Wolf shook his head.

"Because it means I am yours…now and forever."

And with that, Wolf's eyes grew wide in pure astonishment.

"Really?"

Then Diane said something that erased all doubt from Wolf's mind.

"I meant what I said."

And not a second later.

"I love You Mason Canis…and I always will."

And the feeling that swept over him upon hearing these words was more than what Wolf could bear as he tearfully pulled Diane close to him, both now openly crying from the tender moment they were in. And for Diane, Wolf's response was even more heartfelt.

"I Love You too, Diane Foxington…more than you will ever know."

And so, for the next several minutes the two lay in silence, both content in each other's arms…

That is until Wolf made a comment that, at the time, made them both laugh.

"Better hope the Chief doesn't show up with noise complaints."

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Speak of the Devil and He Shall Appear.

Needless to say, that led to a VERY awkward encounter.

Meanwhile in A Safe House Somewhere in the Serra Geral Mountains of Brazil…

The monochromatic feline was stirred from her sleep, vaguely aware of a presence in the bedroom.

Rolling onto her side, the famed Spanish cat burglar Katherine Gatos, or Kitty Softpaws as she was known both nationally in Spain and internationally around the world, forced her eyes open as she looked into the sleeping face of the tabby cat by her side, the usually handsome face of her husband and partner in crime a comical sight as his mouth hung wide open, loud snores escaping his maw as a thin trail of drool traveled from the corner of his mouth down onto the pillow supporting his head.

How can you look so handsome and like such a dork at the same time, she thought to herself with a chuckle, the tuxedo cat reaching over so her soft fingers could trace the rough but just as soft fur on the lean, but muscular chest of her husband and partner in crime, Antonio Gatos, known through all the world as Puss in Boots. But, as she continued to stare lovingly at her husband, she found it quite hard to miss the warm aura of light that shined on the both of them in the little bedroom.

Pulling herself up so that she was sitting in her space on the bed, Kitty let her eyes land on the alarm clock that sat on the nightstand on Puss's side of the bed, the red neon numbers displaying a somewhat bright 1:43 A.M. And as Kitty sat up fully in bed, the sheets and comforter sliding down from her shoulders to reveal her modest sleeping attire of a sky-blue crop-top, she finally let her blue-eyes adjust to the light that was practically pouring in from the open door in front of the bed. But while the light from the adjoining hallway was from the meager bulb of a nightlight, it was still enough to outline the small frame of a frightened little pup, no more than six.

And even though it took just one second to register the trembling thing, Kitty felt her world slow as she watched the little chihuahua just stand there, his bottom lip trembling as he clutched a stuffed wolf to his chest, which was covered in a long-sleeved, super-hero themed shirt, which appeared a size or two too large for him as one shoulder was exposed, and the legs of the matching pants pooled around his feet. Well, with all the work the two had been doing, Kitty and Puss really didn't have time to find their adopted son clothes that fit him. And constantly being on the run didn't help either. But at that moment, all Kitty could focus on was the thin line of tears forming in the sniffling pup's eyes.

"Perrito?" Kitty cooed quietly as she offered a caring smile to the child, who bashfully looked at the floor upon being addressed, making Kitty's heart clench. Even though they had had the little guy for over a year and a half, it still took quite a bit of work for her and Puss to coax the shy pup out of his shell.

"What is it, piqueño? You're supposed to be in bed."

The pup continued to look at his covered feet, clutching his toy tightly to his chest, almost like a lifeline of comfort. But much to Kitty's relief, the pup answered in a soft voice that never ceased to melt her heart.

"I had a bad dream."

Well, that was all Kitty needed to hear as she gently threw her covers off her bottom half, revealing a pair of long, toned legs made so from years of evading the law, covered in a pair of tight grey sport shorts. And as she threw her legs over the side of the bed, the tuxedo cat never took her eyes off the dog, even as she beckoned him over. Before Kitty knew it, Perrito had run to her side of the bed, crawling into her lap and snuggling his head it her chest, the feline holding him close as she began to gently rock him. And as she did, she noticed that the tiny pup's whimpers started to subside, and his trembling ceased as they continued to sit there. Kitty was even surprised that she had begun to unconsciously hum a lullaby to Perrito.

At some point, Kitty thought it best to get somewhat comfortable again. So, lifting her legs back onto the bed, she pulled the covers up just enough so that it covered her bottom half and most of Perrito's little body, the pup finding more warmth from it as he continued to snuggle into the soft plum of fur that peaked out from Kitty's top. Unfortunately, Kitty was not too subtle in her actions, as evident by the tired groan that escaped her husband's throat as he sleepily hoisted himself up on one arm, his tired eyes clearing just enough to see his beautiful wife holding their son.

"Whassh happenin?" Puss slurred, the throws of sleep still clinging very tightly to him as the blankets slipped down his torso, revealing a lean, but still muscular frame. Kitty actually had to keep herself from staring, for she knew if her eyes lingered too much on the strapping cat beside her, then her libido would make her do something that might scar the poor pup in her grasp.

"Oh," she finally shrugged as she began to rake her clawless fingers through the fur on Perrito's head, a soft smile on her face as she spoke, "nothing really. Our little perro just had a bad dream is all."

It was upon hearing this that Puss actually managed to regain enough clarity to send a concerning glance towards the pup, said pup's deep blue eyes meeting his green ones in a stare of what Puss could only describe as longing, and need for comfort. And while the Great Puss in Boots had hardened his emotions to the point that nothing phased him, he only allowed his defenses to fall for one thing and one thing only…

The people he loved.

"Ooooh," Puss drawled out, a little trace of smile also on his lips as he scooted closer to Kitty and Perrito, the black and white female soon catching onto what he was doing as he grabbed a spare pillow and placed it between them. And it was only when his adoptive father patted the spot between him and his wife that Perrito, with a much happier smile on his face, crawled out of Kitty's lap to lay between the two of them, both adults soon enveloping him in a loving embrace, not too tight to smother him, but just enough to let him know he was safe.

Not ten minutes went by before Puss and Kitty's ears picked up the gentle hum of Perrito's breath. But, the two new parents just stayed awake, both resting their heads against the others as they just looked at the little pup who had suddenly appeared int their lives a year ago…and had stolen their hearts just as fast. But the more Kitty thought about it, the more she found her thoughts drifting more and more toward the life she knew Perrito needed. Finally, she resumed a conversation that she and Puss had had over and over against since they happened upon Perrito.

"After we finish this next heist for Goldi and the Bears…I want to..."

"I agree," Puss interrupted, his hand taking hers as they met each other's gaze.

"This is no life for Perrito…on the run, day after day…what kind of life is that for a pup."

Kitty soon found tears welling in her eyes, tears of happiness as she realized that she and her husband were on the same page.

"I've been thinking," Kitty responded, her gaze never leaving Puss, "the cut we get from this next heist should be enough…"

"Yes," Puss interrupted, the gato once again picking up going where his love was going.

"We can find a place where we can live our lives without worry…where Perrito…"

Puss paused as the two looked down at the blissfully sleeping pup between them, the tabby leaning down to place a tender kiss on his forehead, the sight making Kitty's heart melt.

"Will never live for wanting."

And the moment he looked up, Puss was met with the sudden, but not unwelcome sensation of Kitty's soft lips against his, the contact sending a spark through Puss's body as he finally began to reciprocate her affection, the orange cat reaching up to cup Kitty's cheek as they just relished the moment, their tongues briefly meeting in a moment of passion as they quietly moaned into each other's mouths.

But alas, all good things must come to an end.

"Te Amo," Kitty whispered against her love's lips as they broke the kiss.

"También te amo," Puss responded as the pair finally let themselves drift off to sleep, their son nestled safely between them…

Unaware that this next heist would change their lives forever.

Chapter Text

Chapter by Dax, Edited by Sam

Bullets struck the wall that protected Puss and Kitty as the Lords of Prey moved in on them, the group lead by a big, black bison who any really knew as Big Al. And it went without saying that the bison himself was seething as he leveled his Glock at the crates the two cats had taken cover behind.

"Give up Puss in Boots," Big Al shouted, the peal of gunfire briefly subsiding as his subordinates ejected their spent magazines, immediately fishing out new mags to reload.

"Do it and we'll spare Kitty's life."

Unfortunately for Al, his offer was met with Puss turning around with Kitty, the two cats, their heads covered by the hoods of their tactical vests and mouths covered by black masks to conceal their actual identities as they returned fire, their bullets finding their targets with ease as they ended the lives of five Lord of Prey agents.

"Well, that was easy," Puss said with a laugh, the tabby cat, well tabby when he was wearing black concealer on the exposed fur on his arms, and his wife standing to their feet from behind their cover.

"Don't jinx it, Amor," Kitty said with a roll of her eyes before turning to grab the suitcase that contained their payload from their mission; Fifty Million Dollars in unmarked bills. Unfortunately, when Kitty and Puss turned to run, a shot rang out. And right before Puss's eyes, Kitty stumbled to the ground as a bullet grazed her right leg through her dark-camo cargo pants, a loud yell of pain escaping her mouth as she clutched at her wounded thigh. And it didn't take Puss long to find where the shot had come from…

A sniper on the roof had got a clean shot…but their aim was clearly off.

But at that point, Puss didn't care as he saw his beloved fall to the ground, the disguised cat's heavy combat boots pounding on the pavement as he rushed to help her. But as he picked her up, he spotted an RPG in a crate next to him. Thinking fast, he quickly picked it up and took aim at the advancing terrorists.

But before he could fire…

BANG!

"URK!"

"PUSS!" Kitty screamed as she saw him fall to the ground, a stray bullet having struck him in the lower stomach. At that moment, anger filled her soul, the tuxedo cat only seeing red as she picked the RPG up, taking aim as she squeezed the trigger, the rocket quickly flying past Big Al before hitting the wall behind him.

Big Al was killed by the explosion alone, with the subsequent collapse of the wall the landing on and killing the remaining the Lords of Prey terrorists. But, before Kitty could smile in triumph, her eyes widened in horror as she saw that it was not only the wall collapsing…but the building itself.

Thinking quick on her feet, Kitty limped towards Puss. But the moment she reached him, her blood ran cold as she saw her love staring blankly at the collapsing ceiling, the tabby lying in a pool of his blood, the blood itself receiving a swirl of black as the color he wore mingled with he warm substance.

"Puss…please!" Kitty called, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to haul Puss to his feet. But alas, it was for naught as the last thing kitty remembered was being buried in several thousand tons of rubble.

When the dust settled, Kitty found herself in an unknown location.

There were strange symbols carved on the walls around her, blades hung on racks along the walls and the smell of burning coal filled her nose. But once she had gotten her wits about her, the beautiful cat suddenly remembered her beloved, her eyes going wide as she looked for her husband. Unfortunately, Antonio was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, her breath got caught in her throat as her heart skipped a beat and her elegant, smooth fur stood on end as she heard a terrifying sound.

A sound she had not heard since a botched attempt to steal the infamous Wishing Star Idol one year ago…

When she and Puss had found Perrito.

It was the whistling tune of Death.

"Hola, Senora Gatos."

Turning around, Kitty came face to face with Death, his red eyes locked onto her pretty blue eyes as the demonic wolf stood over her, his imposing frame concealed under a black, tattered hoodie, and his tell-tale sickles sheathed in their holsters on a pair of dark brown cargo pants, the claws on his bare, digitigrade feet clacking on the cold floor as he began to circle the terrified Kitty.

"Muerte," she greeted, trying her very best not to sound afraid, but the slight waver and her voice, and her shaking frame betrayed her true feelings. And to Death, it was truly delightful thing as the wolf smiled, sniffing the air, looking somewhat happy as he continued to circle around Kitty…

Like a predator circling it's prey in the prehistoric times of old.

"I just love the smell of fear," he sighed before stopping in his pacing, the white lobo now face to face with the tuxedo gato.

"Don't worry Kitty, I am not after you…just here to take your second life."

The beautiful tuxedo cat looked shocked for a brief second, but then calmed down.

"So, I just died, that means I still have seven more lives."

Suddenly, Kitty's relief shifted to panic as she remembered something, or more specifically someone…

Who had but one life left.

"Antonio," she gasped out, clasping her hands to her chest, a thin line of tears building in her eyes.

"Is he…?

"Dead?" Death asked, finishing her sentence of her, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth as Kitty nodded. And before the tuxedo cat had a chance to react, the white wolf smiled a devious smile as he snapped his fingers, a pinkish-purple ring of fire appearing around the two of them as Death walked toward Kitty, pulling on of his blades out from under his poncho.

With a dark smile, the wolf pointed at a scratched off cat head…alongside eight others.

"Dead indeed," he said.

This proved too much for Kitty as she fell to her knees.

It couldn't be true.

The man she loved more than her own life was gone.

This was going to crush poor Perrito, for not only was his adopted father now gone, but his first real friend as well. It was with his in mind that the broken-hearted Kitty let out a feral scream of anger, drawing her pistol and pointing it at Death, the wolf merely smirking as his red eyes glowed.

"Oh, does the pretty kitty want her handsome tabby back?"

"Give him back to me Death, or so help me I'll cross the ten rings of Hell just to get him back!" Kitty screamed, wet, salty tears streaming down her cheeks as she glared daggers at the smiling master of death itself, who said nothing as he moved like lighting, disarming Kitty with ease, before wrapping his huge paw around her smaller neck, not enough to choke her, but just enough to immobilize her as she frantically pried at his grip.

"I like a girl who is tough."

At this point, all Kitty could do was struggle against the wolf, but he was too strong for her.

And as Death leaned forward, leaned forward, he took a deep whiff of her scent, making Kitty tense up in shock and confusion as the immortal canine dug his snout deep into the crook of her neck.

"I just love the smell of fear."

He sniffed again.

"And sexy feline bitches."

Suddenly, he threw her to the ground and stood over her.

"You are a fucking monster," she growled.

Death only looked at Kitty, a lustful though coming to his head as he licked his lips hungrily.

Damn, she's so sexy when she's angry. Maybe this work out better than I thought.

The wolf looked happy as he quickly dropped to his knees and pulled her up to his face.

"How about we make a deal?" he asked, once again licking his lips.

Kitty really didn't like making deals with Death, but it would be unwise to not hear what the wolf had to say. After all, if she tried to fight him, then Perrito would be without any family. So, with a defeated sigh, Kitty looked at Death.

"What do you have in mind?"

"You and I fuck right here and now," he said letting her go.

"And I'll let Puss in Boots have a second chance at the life he lost."

Kitty was disgusted at the idea, but this was for her husband and Perrito. So, the beautiful cat looked at the wolf and submitted to him, still, she wanted to have a say in this deal.

"If I fuck you, I want to do it in the comforts of somewhere nice."

"So be it, my sexy Gato," Death said as he used his power to transport him and Kitty into a nice house.

But it wasn't just the house that they were in, Kitty and Death were now wearing completely different clothing. She was wearing a nice, cute dress and Death was wearing a simple shirt and Jeans. Before she could even ask him about the change in clothing, the wolf grabbed her once more.

"Hey, I only agreed to sleep with you for my husband, so show me some respect."

Kitty tried to pull away from him, to get out of his grip but his hand only gripped her shoulder more tightly whilst his other arm snaked around her waist, moving uncomfortably close to her ass over her short dress.

"Oh, I am the one in charge here, so you'll do everything I ask you to do. And right now, I want you to take that cute little dress of so I can get you in my bed and fuck your sweet little pussy."

Death expected kitty to begin to struggle in earnest and held her arms to her sides by clamping one of his larger muscular arms around her whilst his other hand began pulling her dress up inch by inch, all while Kitty tried hard to break free from his grasp, managing to hit his thigh painfully as she tried to knee his groin, but he managed to get her dress up to right below her breasts without letting her get away.

All the while Kitty was crying out for him to stop, to let her do this on her own.

"You can't do this to me! No! Stop, this is rape, you can't do this! Death! I don't want this, let me go! No!"

She was crying by now, tears streaming down her face as the wolf ripped the dress off her, leaving her standing in only her red bra and panties. She felt more exposed than ever before in her life. She could feel his erection pressing into her naked belly through his jeans as his hands moved to the clasp of her bra on her back.

"Oh, sweet girl, I can do anything I want to you now. So, stop fucking whining and accept that from now on you'll spend a lot of time with my cock inside you."

With this he managed to open the clasp and pull the flimsy fabric of her bra off and away from her, exposing her firm, round c-cup tits to the air, all while she continued struggling as he pushed her back towards the bed, laying her down on it as he straddled her hips. Kitty's arms were free now, so she tried to punch him in the face, but the wolf only laughed and pulled out some tape from the bedside drawer. With this he secured her hands together above her head before attaching them to the headboard. This pushed her breasts out towards him, which he took advantage of by taking the nipple of her left breast into his mouth and sucking on it.

"Aah, I hate you, you need to stop doing this, please!"

She noticed quickly that trying to get her hands free was doing nothing, so now she focused on trying to kick him again, but with him straddling her it was hard to even move her legs. Kitty felt incredibly afraid lying almost naked on the soft bed with Death over her, his mouth on her chest. She couldn't believe that Death was going to rape her. How could he be okay with this?

"If you don't stop complaining, I'll tape your mouth shut too!" Death said as he pulled his own T-shirt over his head and threw it somewhere in the room. If Kitty hadn't been so terrified and focused on finding a way out of this situation, she would have noticed that he was quite well-built with a lean but muscular frame, and not unattractive for a wolf at all.

Death then stopped but remained on top of Kitty. This puzzled her, that is until Death leaned down and began to gently kiss her neck, as if he became someone completely different as he took his sweet time on her neck, the beautiful cat soon finding it very hard not to moan. Hearing her moaning, Death then slipped one hand down into her panties, where he rubbed her wet pussy lips.

"Oh my, how wet you feel, my sexy Gato," Death smiled as he trailed kisses down from her neck to her breasts. And at this point, kitty would be lying if she said the sensation didn't feel amazing, as not even her husband made her feel like this just from kissing. The wolf then took her nipple in his mouth and gently sucked on it. After a while, he pulled away as he looked at Kitty and gently caressed her face, tucking a strand of her long silver-streaked black hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, but I love it when my lovers show fear before pleasure," he said before kissing her deeply, Kitty moaning into the kiss as his tongue explored her mouth, her smaller tongue instantly overwhelmed as his filed her mouth completely. But she wasn't about to complain as she was indeed loving this level of passion from Death.

After about two minutes, Death broke the kiss, only to get off the bed, but to before releasing Kitty's, the tuxedo cat no laying naked, watching him as he undid his belt and pulled it out of his trousers, placing it on the bed beside her before removing his jeans, the bulge of his cock noticeable in his boxers as climbed onto the bed, hovering over the top of Kitty.

Once he was satisfied, Death trailed his fingertips lightly across the skin of her collar bones, causing the skin on her chest to flush pink through her white fur once more. Moving lower, his fingers moved to her breasts, grazing over her erect nippers so lightly that it left her begging for more, especially when he closed his forefinger and thumb around her tight nipple, squeezing gently and tugging just enough to make her back arch and her breath catch in her throat. Seeing the effect, he was having he quickly released her nipple before pinching and tugging harder, pulling it away from her body, making her gasp.

"Oh fuck..." she breathed out roughly as his fingers continued their delicate trail down her body, tickling their way down across her stomach as she realized she was holding her breath in anticipation. They slid down lower, over the neatly trimmed hair above the folds of her pussy then hesitated briefly. She waited, tension building in her clit as it was begging to be touched, only for him to continue the descent of his fingers down onto her thigh. Gradually the trail moved closer and closer to where she was begging to be touched by him again.

She knew she was wet, and that the built-up frustration meant it wouldn't take long for her reach a climax as Death's fingers slid through the wet flesh of her pussy and lightly grazed her waiting clit. Instinctively she moaned and arched her back, his fingers slipping into her wetness and quickly back to her clit, slowly circling it. Her breathing became heavier, and she couldn't help but move her hips in response to his touch as he began rubbing her clit harder, slipping his fingers back inside her pussy to make them wet again.

"Oh, Death! Give me the greatest pleasure my body ever had," Kitty begged loudly.

He stopped.

"As you wish, my sexy Gata," Death said shifting his body from beside her to between her legs as he kissed her furiously, before allowing his kisses to begin the same trail as his fingers had previously. When his mouth reached her nipple, he licked and sucked at it before carefully grabbing it between his teeth and biting softly. His kisses continued lower, across her stomach and down the sides by her wet slit. He pulled the sides of her pussy apart to reveal her hot wetness and blew a cool stream of air onto her clit. It made her throb with desire, screaming to be licked and sucked. His tongue carefully ran along the length of her pussy, pausing just before he reached her sensitive nub.

"Oh fuck," Kitty moaned loudly as Death's tongue swirled in a circle around her clit, teasing her, before flicking his tongue once over it. Kitty's hips bucked, aching for him to repeat it. He circled her again before sucking her clit into his mouth. Another loud moan escaped her as she finally felt the touch she had so desperately needed as he moaned into her pussy in response as he continued to lick and suck at her clit.

Kitty felt his hand move lower before he slowly slid one finger deep inside her, curling it purposefully to stroke her g spot while continuing to tongue her. He pulled his finger out and roughly pushed two in, curling them up to her g spot again. He pushed his fingers in and out of her hard, listening carefully to how she was responding to his movements. Kitty was breathing heavily; nipples erect and hips moving uncontrollably to meet the movements of his tongue and fingers.

"Fuck...Death...fuck..." was all she could mutter as she could feel the tension building inside her, hearing her own wetness as she knew was getting close. He knew it too because he pulled his fingers out and inserted another, fucking her hard with them while he flicked his tongue backwards and forwards across her clit. She grabbed at the bed sheets to steady herself, her hips pushing towards him as she felt it build and the heat begin to wash over her, warming her from the inside.

Her hips bucked with every wave of her orgasm making her push into him more and her legs quivered with pleasure as he continued pushing his fingers into her and using his tongue on her clit while she came, her hip movements beginning to slow as she started to pant as he pulled his fingers slowly out of her, using his tongue to lick the fresh, hot juices from them before dropping his head to her pussy to push his tongue inside her to taste her better. He licked her one final time up the entire length of her slit, lapping up the last of her pleasure before moving himself further up and pushing his lips against hers, forcing her to taste herself.

"You taste so fucking good," He said, pulling his mouth away from hers and smiling at her.

Death rolled them over so that Kitty was sitting on top of him and she reached down to free his cock from his boxers. His cock sprung free and she couldn't help but be intimidated by its size and girth, the head of the sixteen-inch-long, five-inch-thick cock shining with precum that dribbled down the length to his softball-sized knot, which sat upon pair of of heavy balls, each the size of a small grapefruit.

Kitty, swallowing a nervous lump in her throat, shuffled her body up, positioning her still wet pussy above the head of his thick cock before slowly lowering herself on to it. She felt him begin to fill her, his breathing become heavy as she slowly slid herself down the length of his shaft, enjoying the fullness and the electricity of the moment. But it was at one point that kitty noticed that she was managing to take more and more of the massive dong in her without any discomfort, especially when she noticed the very noticeable tubular bulge creeping up her abdomen toward her chest.

"Okay Lobo," she said with an accusing glare towards the smirking wolf.

"How am I not dead form taking this monster?"

"I have a certain power when it comes to pleasure, Gatita," Death cooed at Kitty, another loud moan escaping her throat as he suddenly thrust upward, the bulge not growing, rather staying at the middle of her stomach. But the sensation sent a shot of pleasure so powerful through Kitty that she experienced a mini-orgasm right there as Death grabbed onto her hips, pulling her further and further down on his hard cock, making her stomach protrude a little more with each inch.

"It won't break you…but you will feel every…single…inch."

And once Death let out a low, lustful grown, Kitty, who upon feeling Death's huge knot rest against her pussy lips, looked down to see that true to his word, Death's cock seemed to shrink as it entered her, but the pressure grew all the same. But at that point, she didn't care as she began to rock slowly backwards and forwards, feeling him swell further inside her as his knot rubbed against her clit, Death grabbing her hips and forcing her to quicken the pace as she rode him hard, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face.

And as his red eyes glowed brightly as her blue ones sparkled, Kitty leaned forward to kiss him, changing her movements as she did, the sexy female now sliding her slick pussy up and down the full length of his shaft, her pussy lips kissing his knot every time she came down. That is until Death moved his knees up to rest his feet on the bed and took over, thrusting himself into her over and over, holding her tightly by the waist to steady her as the depth of his cock built another orgasm for her as he continued to fuck her hard, listening to how fast she was now breathing as every thrust brought her closer towards the edge.

"Cum with me, my querida," He said as he continued slamming his cock into her, his knot trying to slip into her, his words being all she needed to tip her over the edge as she felt the orgasm roll over her and a loud moan escape her lips, her hips shaking as she felt her muscles tense around his shaft. Death moaned in response and bit down gently on her shoulder as she felt his knot jerk inside her, locking the two together as he filled her with his hot cum, his balls unleashing so much that Kitty could only moan as she felt her belly expand from the copious amount of spunk being pumped into her until she looked about halfway through a typical feline pregnancy.

Once they had caught their breath, Kitty sat up with Death still inside her and looked him in the eye, the wolf smiling at her, licking his lips as she smiled back.

"You won't tell my husband that I fucked you?" Kitty asked, gettingher response as Death shook his head.

"I'll never tell him," Death said smugly.

"Good, now I'm leaving," Kitty replied, gently tugging at Death's knot, only for her hips to be held by Death.

"One more time first."

Death smiled as he rolled Kitty onto her back, the tuxedo cat feeling him harden inside her again. She couldn't help but wonder if this was a new fetish she has been waiting to experience but the thought drifted from her mind as Death picked up his leather belt, looped it round itself a few times, put both her hands inside it before pulling it tight and pushing her now tied hands above her head and began to slowly move his cock in and out of her once more, the sound of his jizz sloshing around inside of her music to his ears as he fucked good and long. But what Kitty didn't know was that her husband had been watching the whole thing and was now wishing to join in the fun. After all, it isn't every day that your wife would trade her body for his soul. The sounds of Kitty moaning; Death's growling and their cries of reaching climax was music to his ears.

Puss quickly undressed himself and hurried into the bedroom, both Death and his love looking at him when he did, his dick pointing straight at his already spent wife, much to Death's arousal and Kitty's shock and confusion. But the look in his eyes said it all…He wanted to fuck his wife and even have a go at Death.

Seeing the look in her husband's eyes, Kitty sat up in the bed while Death laid there without saying a thing.

"Puss, my love! You're alive. I can't believe Death kept his word and brought you back," she smiled as Death cracked a smile.

Puss suddenly looked confused.

"Brought me back?" he asked. It suddenly dawned on the tabby that his wife wasn't informed by Death about his deal with him. Puss started laughing. "My beloved, I was never dead. Death and I made a deal that I would let him sleep with you in exchange for us to have a chance at a normal life with Perrito."

Kitty suddenly snapped.

"Antonio, no eres bueno, pésimo, dos tiempos, bastardo!" She began yelling at him while Death held back his laughter. It was really cute to see the beautiful Softpaws giving her husband an ear full for pulling such a stunt.

",,,You know what I just went through?" Kitty shouted turning to Death. "He fucked me in both the ass and pussy! You and I are husband and wife, we made an oath to respect our wedding vows…"

"But you sure did enjoy it with him," Puss said cutting Kitty off. "After all, Katherine, we did talk about spicing up our sex life."

She couldn't argue with that. They had talked about it and she even suggested that they could try a threesome, but Kitty had never known her husband to strike a deal with Death. She looked at him and then at the wolf who now rock hard once more. Kitty figured that now would be a good time to try a threesome.

"Ok," she said to the two of them. The lovely Siamese started things off slow. She and Puss began to kiss while Death moved up behind her. The wolf began kissing the side of her neck, causing Kitty to moan into her husband's lips as he kissed. After a bit of romantic foreplay, Kitty looked at her two lovers.

"Take me to the bed," Kitty whispered in a sexy tone. She didn't even know what exactly they planned to do with her, but she was eager to find out. Kitty's heart was racing as Puss backed her up to the foot of the bed and crossed himself.

"Dios me dé fuerzas." Puss said as if he was praying.

"Amén a eso." Death said and used his powers to create some three-inch open-toe high heels. "Ware these my sexy Gato," the wolf commander her. She put them on.

Now wearing only the heels, Kitty sat on the edge of the bed and ran one hand up each of the boys' dick, marveling at the sight of how hard they were. Kitty's touch made Death's and Puss's cocks only harder. Kitty could feel those boners solidifying to her touch, making her grin again and maintaining her excitement. She looked up at Death first and then Puss as she uttered in Spanish, "Comencemos esta fiesta."

Kitty slid off the edge of the bed, squatting between the two horny men. "Do you want me to work on you first, or your friend?" she asked Puss. Puss desperately wanted the attention from Kitty but had never watched her pleasure another man before, which was a shame, so Puss responded, "Start with him, and I'll watch. But don't forget about me!"

Kitty's eyes gave Puss a devilish look, replying, "I couldn't forget about you, Mi amor," before Kitty fixed her attention on Death's dick pointing at her face.

Kitty giggled at the excitement of pleasuring Death in front of her husband and immediately began to stroke it skillfully with one hand. Death moaned, and his moan grew louder once he felt Kitty's lips and tongue make contact with the tip of his red dick as Kitty continued to stroke its length. As Kitty took more of Death's cock into her mouth, her hand slid down to rub his balls while her free hand supported herself against Death's hip. Death sighed and moaned uncontrollably as Kitty slowly but surely engulfed his entire cock in her mouth.

As he watched on, Puss was unable to refrain from masturbating as he watched his wife begin to suck Death's dick. "You look so hot sucking his dick, Kitty," Puss said, praising his pretty lady as her head began to bob back and forth, her lips and tongue pressing against the veins and rigid flesh of Death's penis. Death ran both his hands through Kitty's soft, dark fur as she sucked his cock, all while Puss beat off to the sight.

Still sucking Death, Kitty reached over and wrapped her other hand around Puss's cock. Now that she had a good rhythm going on Death, she managed to stroke her boyfriend at the same time so that he didn't have to do it himself anymore. "Oh fuck, baby," Puss moaned, continuing to profusely affirm his sexy girl, "look at you handling two men at once! Muy impresionante." He could hardly believe Kitty had never been in this situation before, based on how well she was doing. He couldn't wait to see how Kitty performed once both cocks were inside her.

After a few moments, Kitty switched, taking Puss's cock in her mouth and playfully licking and sucking the head while she stroked the base. For the first little while simply kept her other hand wrapped around Death's full-mast erection as she focused on pleasuring her husband. After a moment, she took more of Puss into her mouth until the tip was poking the back of her throat and her hand had no shaft left to hold onto, and so her hand shifted to gently rub his balls. Puss cursed and groaned, and Kitty began to suck his cock just like Puss had watched her do to Death a few minutes before.

Once Kitty was in full swing blowing Puss, her other hand began to slide up and down Death's cock so that she was managing both men at once again. As Kitty beat him off, Death looked down at her jiggling breasts. "Shit, those are nice," Death muttered while helping himself to a feel. After another moment, both men agreed to pick Kitty up so that she was standing straight. It pulled her mouth away from Puss's cock, but Puss was OK with it because more fun was to be had.

Puss and Death lay the playful woman on the bed, her back on the mattress, her legs dangling over the edge. Puss sat up on the bed beside Kitty on her right side; Death crouched down between Kitty's legs. Together, the men went to work pleasuring their pretty lady. Death sniffed around her pussy, giving it a nibble or lick. Next, Puss leaned over, putting one hand on Kitty's left breast and his mouth on the other, right over the nipple. Kitty cried out with pleasure and was even more excited knowing what was about to happen where Death was. Kitty instinctively spread her legs farther apart, and Death lunged in, licking Kitty's slit and working his tongue into her pussy.

Having her pussy eaten caused Kitty to immediately writhe, arching her back and kicking her legs as Death bathed her vagina with his tongue. Puss had Kitty equally aroused from the attention his hand and mouth were giving her tits. After a few minutes of this attention from the boys, Kitty looked Puss in the eyes and asked, "Is your friend going to fuck me or not?" Puss quickly looked at Death, who had heard loud and clear, prompting him to stand up and put one hand under Kitty's right thigh while his other hand lined his cock up with the gorgeous girl's pussy. Kitty reached down to help Death push his tip into her, while Puss supported Kitty's head as she looked down at a new cock she was about to conquer.

Once Death had fit half of his manhood into Puss's wife's cunt, Kitty pulled her hand back, instead now supporting the top half of her body by her elbows and watching with lust as Death now had his other hand under Kitty's other thigh, holding her legs up around his hips as he sank deeper and deeper into Kitty until his balls were touching Kitty's taint. Kitty grinned wide and moaned, "You cock feels so good in my pussy, Death," as Death bottomed out inside her. Meanwhile, Kitty's husband was rubbing her shoulders and boobs as he watched on, as aroused as anyone in the room while his wife got fucked by the wolf.

"Go ahead, Death," Puss encouraged, "nail my wife!" Death responded by promptly beginning to thrust in and out of Kitty. He started slowly, wanting to be gentle with this sweetheart of a lady and the wife of his friend, but both Puss and Kitty urged him to fuck her harder. "Come on, man!" Puss said. "Fuck her harder!"

"Yes!" Kitty moaned, "fuck me like I know you want to!" To their request, Death began to pump in and out Kitty harder and faster, pushing her forward and back on the bed, making her legs bounce with each thrust as they rested in his arms.

"That's it! That's it!" Puss said while watching Death slam repeatedly into Kitty.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Kitty cried, moaning louder and louder until she turned her head and said to Puss, "Now fuck my mouth." Needing no more encouragement than Death had needed, Puss knelt beside his lover's head and pushed his cock past those pretty lips, which Kitty had turned toward him. Puss then held onto Kitty's head and began to thrust into Kitty, just like Death was doing only at the opposite end.

The bed creaked quietly beneath Kitty and Puss as the boys pumped in and out of either end of the Spanish beauty. With one hand, Kitty gripped the comforter beneath her while her other hand wrapped around Puss's back and held onto his ass. Puss held onto Kitty's head as he jammed his cock as deep into her mouth as he could again and again, all while Death was going to town slamming her pussy over the edge of the bed and all three of them were moaning.

Death looked at Puss and with a smile, he pulled the handsome tabby into a kiss. At first, Puss was shocked to Death's sudden actions, but he quickly warmed up to it. The tabby and wolf began a heated make-out session while Kitty remained under them.

After a few minutes in this position, Puss broke the kiss and said to Kitty, "My turn for your pussy." No one contested, since Kitty was, after all, his wife. Puss lay next to Kitty, his legs over the edge of the bed as well, and Death reluctantly pulled out of that tight, wet pussy that he had very much enjoyed fucking. As soon as Death was out of her, Kitty rolled over and straddled Puss, her knees on either side of his hips as the couple, sweating and breathing heavily already, worked together to get Puss's cock into her already used pussy, which accepted him readily. Effortlessly, Kitty slid down the whole length of Puss's cock, and the two of them moaned in unison. Puss sank his nails into Kitty's ass, whose hands held herself up against Puss's chest. Then the two began to thrust into each other, ensuring all of Puss's cock sank deep into Kitty each time the husband and wife came together.

The two worked up to a faster pace, causing Puss's balls to slap against her taint with each thrust. They fucked right in front of Death for a couple minutes, and Death just stood by and stroked himself, enjoying the show but not sure what to do. After another minute, he caught a glance from Puss, a look that was crystal clear to Death. As Kitty continued to ride Puss's cock, Death stepped up behind the two, right behind Kitty's ass.

Before Death could make contact, Puss told Kitty, "I want to double-penetrate you." Perhaps in a different context, Kitty's reaction would have been to protest and weigh the potential outcomes in this situation. However, she was entirely aroused, and the thought of having two men filling both her holes in unison really turned her on in this moment, even though her experience with anal was still novice.

To Puss's surprise, Kitty consented immediately. "Go ahead!" she said, and then to Death, "I saw some lube on the nightstand drawer. Don't you dare go in my ass without using any like you did before." Death stepped away from the bed to retrieve the item and then promptly apply the substance liberally to Kitty's asshole and his own cock while Puss remained sheathed inside the neighboring hole. Once he was done with it, Death tossed the tube on the bed beside Puss and Kitty and then positioned his cock directly in line with Kitty's alternate entrance.

Kitty and Puss ceased from their motion on the bed. Puss held Kitty down by her shoulders, pressing her boobs against his chest, hearing her heavy breathing and even feeling the hard beating of her heart as she prepared for double penetration. Death poked the tip of his cock into Kitty's ass, which had somehow become tighter than her pussy, especially now since her pussy was filled with Puss's cock. Kitty cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure "How is my ass so tight? You fucked it once already."

Death smiled. "I used my powers my hermosa gatita." he said and worked inch after inch of his cock into her ass while Puss's cock barely stirred in her other hole. Puss kissed Kitty's neck and lips while rubbing her back and shoulders as Death eased more and more of himself into his partner's wife until both men were balls-deep inside their sexy Diosa Gato.

Everyone's hearts were racing as the boys worked to double-stuff Kitty. Puss's excitement peaked as he felt Death's cock push into Kitty on the other side of the membrane that separated their two penises. The intrusion caused Kitty's already tight pussy to close around Puss's cock even more. Meanwhile Kitty was panting, sweat already forming on her breasts, forehead and all down her back as she continued to brace through Death's penetration. It was a little uncomfortable, even with all that lube, but it was so wildly hot that the pleasure of two men inside her made her feel by far outweighed any initial pain caused by sex sandwich the three of them had created.

"Are you OK?" Death asked Kitty once he was fully inside her, wanting to ensure her comfort before the boys really got going.

"I'm fine," Kitty said, "It feels good! I just need a minute."

"Take your time, Mi amor," Puss said, still running his hands up and down Kitty's back and through her hair. "You're so sexy - oh my gosh!" Kitty smiled down at Puss as she continued to take deep breaths until the pressure in her holes began to subside and her body adjusted to the sensation of two men inside her at once.

After a minute or so, Kitty gave the green light. "OK, go for it," she said. "But start slow."

"Are you sure?" Puss asked, eager to get to work with Death and double-fuck this beauty.

"Yes, I'm sure," Kitty responded. "I want you both to double-penetrate me!"

"Good enough for me," Puss said.

"And me," Death piped in as he began to slowly pull back, easing his cock out of Kitty's ass until only the tip was inside. Then he pushed forward, sliding inch after inch of himself back inside, and, as he did, Puss thrust back himself so that he was making more room for Death's cock in Kitty's ass as Death thrust forward.

"Oh!" Kitty cried out, the pressure now turning into real pleasure. "Oh, that feels nice!"

"Good!" Puss responded, now holding onto Kitty's shoulders. "It feels good for me too." Kitty appreciated how the guys took turns going in and out of her and how they eased their pace to start. Their focus and teamwork made it easier for her to adjust to the new experience and feel genuine pleasure, even as Puss and Death began to work up to a faster pace slowly but surely.

"Oh! Fuck!" Kitty cried as Puss and Death began to thrust into her a little harder and faster. She let out a girlish giggle and said, "Eso es tan caliente!" Kitty pushed herself up, her hands on either side of Puss's shoulders while Puss continued to hold onto her shoulders and pump up into Kitty's pussy while he grunted without saying a word. He admired the look of pleasure on his wife's face, her sexy tits swaying forward over his chest as she took thrusts at her back end from two men. Meanwhile, Death had one hand on Kitty's back and the other wrapped around her ankle as he plundered Kitty's ass, sinking his whole shaft into it each time Puss retracted from Kitty's pussy and then pulling back as Puss sank back into that sexy body. The more time that went by, the faster the boys were able to work together to saw in and out the hottest girl they had ever known.

"Mmm, how're you doing, baby?" Puss asked amid staggered breathing as he continued to work over Kitty's pussy.

"Really good," Kitty replied. "You can go faster if you want."

"I heard that!" Death said, and the boys immediately picked up their pace, sliding in and out of their shared female. Their balls slapped against Kitty's taint each time one of the guys thrust into her, taking turns penetrating her beautiful body as they double-fucked her. The increased pace made Kitty moan even louder and eventually collapse on top of Puss, her breasts now pressed against her lover's chest as their sweat mingled.

The boys continued to fuck Kitty together while all three of them moaned for a few more minutes until Puss spoke up. "Let's switch places," he said to Death. Without a word, Death slowed to a stop and pulled out. Kitty cried out as Death's cock popped out of her ass, and, without needing instruction, she pulled herself off Puss, rolling onto her side and attempting to catch her breath as the boys swapped positions. Death and Puss took a moment to admired the sweat-soaked beauty, who smiled back at them as she recovered from the most intense fucking she had received so far in her life.

"Are you good for another round?" Death asked Kitty as he sat down next to her and lay on his back, stroking his cock.

"Please, let me rest a bit" Kitty said in response. "I'll outlast both of you once I get some energy back." She wasn't sure she believed what she had just said, but it certainly was hot for the guys to hear her say it.

Death suddenly had a naughty idea. "You can go get yourself a drink in the kitchen," he said. Kitty nodded and got up to make herself something nice, leaving her husband and Death alone.

"Now you're all mine, Antonio," Death smiled before he lunged at Puss.

The Tabby was then assaulted with gentle to aggressive kisses from the handsome wolf. Soon they were face to face, their eyes locked in primal attraction. Death's lips met his and the two men kissed for the second time. The kiss was unlike any Puss had ever experienced. It was passionate and masculine. There was nothing effeminate in their kiss. There was no female role in their exchange. They were two men, lips locked together, tongues occasionally battling for territory. Hands moving over fur as they explored this very new pleasure.

Death propped himself up on his hands. "Mmm. That was so sexy," he said.

"I know," said Puss. "I want you, Death."

Death smiled, moved down Puss's body, grabbed onto Puss's cock and lowered his lips over the end of it. Puss's eyes were closed. His hands ran though Death's fur as the wolf sucked on his hard member.

"That feels so fucking good," he moaned.

Death took to the job effortlessly, running his tongue over the tip and stroking the base.

"I don't want to cum yet either," said Puss.

Death let go and moved back up to kiss Puss. They spent a good long time that way, kissing, moaning and letting their hands roam.

"What's next?" asked Death.

"Something new," Puss answered.

"Moment of truth?"

"Moment of truth."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Are you?"

Death smiled. "There's really only one way to be sure," he said. "Do you want me to use it?"

"Of course," Puss reassured. "But be sure to make me nice and slick."

Death picked up the lube and held it in his hand. "Think your wife will be made if I fuck you?" he laughed.

"I think not," answered Puss, "or maybe she'll go crazy on my ass after we leave this place."

"Okay," said Death, as he popped the cap and drizzled the fluid onto his hand. "Just remember that we can call it quits at any point."

He coated his dick, making sure it was completely slippery. Then, he nodded to Puss, who lifted his tail and spread his legs, trying hard to relax. Death put some lube on his fingers and ran them over the outside of Puss's ass hole. Slowly, he pressed his finger to it, and Puss loosened as much as he could. The finger pushed into him, slippery with lube. Death worked it in and out to prime his hole, then withdrew is hand back to his cock. The wolf began to jack off while he ran his tongue across Puss's hole. After a few licks, Death moved forward and lined up his cock with Puss's ass. Puss could feel the tip of it press against him.

"Here goes," said Death as he pushed steadily against the hole.

Puss fought the urge to tighten up. Instead, he did his best to relax and allow it. The pressure was intense as Death's hard cock pushed into his ass, first the head, and then, inch by inch, the rest of his cock. "Oh fuck," Puss exclaimed. "You're inside me."

Death started to slide in and out slowly. The slow rocking motions were turning the pressure into pleasure. There was, suddenly, a rush of sensation as Death's cock reached just the right spot.

"Oh fuck!" Puss exclaimed. "Fuck me!"

Death leaned forward, so that he was on top of Puss. Their lips met again. Puss grabbed Death's ass and followed it with each thrust, his own hard dick now rubbing against Death's stomach between their naked bodies. Surprise and ecstasy mixed in his mind. It was almost too unreal. It was really happening. There was Death sliding his hard cock in and out of his ass. He was having gay sex and thoroughly enjoying it.

They moaned and panted, enjoying the forbidden ecstasy of their entwined bodies. Their nude skin pressed together as Death thrust again and again, building toward climax. He kissed Puss again. "I think I'm going to cum," he warned.

"Do it," Puss encouraged as he gripped tightly to Death's ass cheeks with his hands. "Shoot your cum into me."

Death didn't need much prompting at that point. He tensed up and moaned deeply, releasing his hot semen. He collapsed forward. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed. "That was so fucking hot."

Their bodies were now coated in sweat. The hotel room was filled with the scent of their exertions. "Mmm," said Puss. "I'm so turned on by you. I never thought I'd be so horny for a man. That felt so good."

Death looked into his eyes. "Show me," he said. "Fuck me, Puss."

But Puss suddenly blushed. "Ok, pero necesito orinar primero." he said and got ready to pull himself free from the wolf.

"No!" Death growled. "Fuck me first, then you can mark me as yours, Antonio."

Puss could not believe what he heard. Death wanted him to urinate on him. Disgusting yes, but it sure sounded hot. So, the handsome tabby agreed to do what Death asked.

He got to his hands and knees, and Puss lifted himself off the bed. He grabbed the bottle of lube and lined up behind Death. He lubed Death's ass and his cock and began the slow process of pushing into him.

"Oh yes!" said Death. "Fuck me. Fuck me like we're gay lovers."

Drops of sweat fell from Puss's skin as he plunged deep into Death's ass again and again. The moans of pleasure got louder and louder.

"Yes. Fuck me like a man!" Death exclaimed. "Fuck me. Yes. Fuck my ass. Cum in my ass."

Puss only shrugged. Being a collector of souls must really make you horny. So he wrapped an arm around Death's torso and bucked against him.

"Fuck! He shouted.

"Unnnhhhhhhh!"

He came hard into the man's ass, spilling the prize of his arousal.

As Puss finished cumming, he quickly felt the need to urinate once again. He quickly pulled his dick out of Death's ass as he released his golden stream all over the wolf's well toned back. Death moaned loudly and quickly rolled over onto his back. Puss then drenched the wolf's stomach, chest and face with piss. After the stream died down, the wolf and tabby shared one more kiss.

It was around this time that Kitty came back. Death quickly used his powers to hide the smell of fresh cat piss and laid down on the bed, acting as if he and Puss had been waiting for her. "Let's continue!" Puss said as he helped Kitty climb on top of Death. "Let's get back to it, then!" Kitty resumed the same position as before, this time with Death on the bottom and Puss behind them. Before she let them penetrate her, she reapplied the lube to her ass, and this time added a helping to her pussy as well, which was sure to be sore as well by the time the night was over. The boys, too, lubed up, and then they were all ready to go. Kitty slid down Death's dick, which easily slipped into her, allowing Puss to get right to work prodding Kitty's asshole with his cock.

"Mmm, yes," Kitty moaned as her boyfriend sank deep into her ass until both guys were fully inside her once again, stuffing both her holes. "That feels really good, actually!"

"I bet you're a natural at this!" Puss exclaimed, delirious from the pleasure of plugging his girlfriend's ass while his friend was stuffed deep in her pussy at the same time. Kitty laughed and held herself up again, her hands on either side of Death's shoulders as Death latched onto Kitty's lovely boobs and Puss put one hand on Kitty's lower back and wrapped the other around her ankle, just like Death had done. This time, the guys got right to it. With Kitty in great spirits and now having as much fun as the boys were having, there wasn't the same need for Puss and Death to start at a slow pace. As soon as everyone was in position, Puss got thing started by thrusting back and forth into Kitty's ass, and Death caught right up by doing the same in Kitty's pussy. Soon, they were sawing in and out of her again like pistons in a well-oiled machine as Kitty gasped and moaned between them, her breasts bouncing back and forth with her body as she got rocked by those two cocks at the other end.

Soon Puss and Death, both panting and sweating, were pounding Kitty's holes so hard that they weren't really taking turns going inside her anymore. It didn't matter because by now Kitty was so accustomed to the double-fucking that the same level of care and concern they began with was no longer necessary. "That's it, boys!" Kitty cried out as they slammed in and out of her. "Fuck me! Fuck both my holes as hard as you can!"

"She really is a natural!" Death managed to say as his hand shifted up to Kitty's shoulders and he pushed up into her pussy over and over again as hard as he could.

"That's my girl!" Puss uttered proudly as he now had both hands on Kitty's hips and railed her ass to his heart's content. "You're so fucking hot!" The feeling of his partner's cock pumping hard up into Kitty's other hole over and over made the sensation of screwing her ass even hotter. By now the room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex while shouts and moans from all three of them were getting so frequent and so loud that the demons of hell could probably hear them. However, even the usually self-conscious Kitty didn't mind if other people heard them at this point. While the girl had certainly had her share of wild sexual experiences with Puss, nothing topped the double-pounding she was receiving right now at the hands of these two athletic studs.

"Oh my gosh!" Kitty cried out, the men still hammering her ass and pussy. "Oh wow! This turned out much better than I expected!"

"Let's flip her over!" Puss shouted a little louder than necessary, he was so caught up in the excitement.

"Si, man!" Death said as the boys slowed to a stop.

"Anything you want," Kitty said as her holes were suddenly vacated but just for a moment as Puss and Death manhandled her and flipped her onto her back. She liked the feel of their strong hands being assertive. "And when you're ready, you can cum anywhere you want . . . on my face," she added, "or my tits . . . ." she trailed off.

"Oh, we will," Puss said, holding Kitty's legs up and apart as Death worked his cock into Kitty's ass in Puss's plain sight. Kitty had her hands down at her sides, bracing herself against Death's hips as Death slid his whole cock back in Kitty's ass. Once Death was ready, Puss stepped forward. "Spread your legs, honey," Puss asked. Kitty complied, spreading her high-heel clad legs far apart while Puss worked his cock into her pussy, double-penetrating the babe for the third time that night. Once he had half his cock inside his girl, Puss grabbed Kitty's ankles again and pulled her legs in, resting her ankles on his broad shoulders as he leaned forward, latched onto Kitty's tits and went to work fucking her pussy one more time.

The view of Kitty that Puss had from this position was incredible. The feline beauty rocked back and forth with each hard thrust from the men into her holes, her moans growing ever louder as Puss and Death thrusted harder with every passing second. Her eyes fluttered open and shut as unprecedented pleasure and excitement overwhelmed her senses. Her mouth hung open as she moaned uncontrollably. And the visual of those cocks' going in and out of her - one in her ass and one in her pussy - was enough to drive anyone wild. Kitty had never felt sexier and had never had as much fun as she was having right now.

The same could be said for Death and Puss, who continued to skillfully fuck Kitty's ass and pussy. "Oh, you're so sexy, Kitty!" Puss exclaimed. "Take those cocks like a good girl!"

"Mmm, yes, Kitty," Death chimed in. "You're a fucking goddess!" Just then, the men hit the spot, causing their shared woman to cry out.

"Oh fuck! Right there. Right there. Right there," she stammered. "Keep going. Don't stop."

"Yes, ma'am," Puss responded, and the boys continued to saw into Kitty at that pace until Kitty's cries turned into a blissful orgasm that wracked her whole body and continued to rip through her for a solid minute while Puss and Death continued to fill her holes straight through it. When Kitty finally came down from her memorable climax, she was utterly relaxed and still enjoying the feeling of those cocks stretching her holes as Puss moved his hands from her breasts and instead wrapped his arms around her sexy legs.

"Is there anything else you want to do to me?" Kitty said in a seductive tone.

"Cum on your face, baby," Puss quickly answered.

"Then we'll mark you as ours," Death added.

"How about both your cocks in my ass first?" Kitty inserted.

"I'm down," Puss said, hanging onto Kitty's legs as he still made love to his wife's pussy. Kitty had not expected Death's suggestion and normally would have never consented to it. After all, she had limited kinky fetishes experience anyway and had never had two pricks in there before or been given the golden shower. However, she had made the offer and, after everything she had masterfully pulled off already tonight, she wasn't going to back out now.

"OK," Kitty said, her breathing ragged. "If you can be gentle with me, please."

"I think we can," Puss said, excitedly slowing down his pace in Kitty's pussy and then pulling out. Kitty handed Death the tube of lube, and Death added another generous helping to Kitty's asshole and his own cock, which he never completely took out of her ass. Then Puss lubed up his cock some more, and the three of them proceeded to work Puss's cock into Kitty's already stuffed ass. Death helped by retracting his cock about halfway out of Kitty's ass, and then Puss pressed the tip of his cock against Death's shaft, right against the opening of Kitty's butt. Kitty pulled her legs off Puss's shoulders and spread her legs apart while using her hands to spread her asshole as wide as she could, relying on Death to balance her atop him. With one hand supporting himself on the bed and the other steadying his dick as he pushed forward, Puss slowly and with a bit of effort slid his cock into Kitty's ass inch by inch.

The pressure of Puss's cock sliding into her already filled asshole was a bit more than Kitty was prepared to take. She cried out loudly for some time as Puss pushed forward, forward, forward. "Shit! Shit!" Kitty screamed.

"You doing OK?" Puss asked.

"Yes, keep going," Kitty panted. "Fuck!" By the time more than half of Puss's cock was inside, Death began to thrust up a bit too, until, at last, both guys had almost their whole shafts inside Kitty's stretched-out but still insanely tight asshole.

"Fuck!" Kitty screamed. "Oh shit!"

"Fuck is right!" Puss cried. "Holy shit, that's hot!"

"What a dirty girl!" Death moaned as he and Puss felt their cocks pressed in tighter confines than they had ever experienced before. "You've got a keeper here, Puss!"

"That's for sure!" Puss replied. For the remainder of their sex, the boys slowly worked their cocks back and forth inside Kitty's ass. Even with all that lube, the only way they could make it work was to take turns thrusting in. They weren't able to build up to quite the same pace they had mastered with traditional double penetration, but they did manage a pretty good stride with one pumping in when the other pulled back and vice versa. As they fucked Kitty, Death had his arms wrapped around her, his hands clutching her boobs, while Puss held Kitty's waist in place, leaving her legs to dangle around his hips. Kitty simply gripped the sheets beneath her and gritted her teeth, moaning as she allowed the boys to push her as far as she could go, ravaging her asshole with the slow but steady assault of both their cocks simultaneously.

Just as Kitty was about to finally beg for mercy, Puss cried out, "Oh, Kitty! I'm ready to cum on your face!" Fortunately, Kitty didn't have to accept defeat.

"I told you I was more than you could handle," Kitty said, playing off the fact that she had truly reached her limit tonight. Puss finally pulled out of her, and Kitty hurried herself off Death's cock, jumping down to the floor. Her ass and pussy had been so assaulted and her legs not in use for so long that she nearly collapsed on the floor, but she managed to save it and land on both feet, even in high heels, and squatted on the floor at the foot of the bed between Puss and Death, who had hurried off the mattress to either side of their Spanish goddess.

"Here," Puss said, instructing Kitty as he slowly jerked his cock, holding off his orgasm for as long as he could. "Put your head here," he said, motioning for the edge of the mattress. "Sit on the floor, and put your legs out." Kitty did as her husband said and felt a lot more comfortable while putting her face right in the firing line.

"Is this better?" Kitty asked, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out as she rested her head on the edge of the bed.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Death said. "Trust us; we know what we're doing here."

Kitty laughed and then switched back to a sexy tone, saying, "Cum all over my pretty face." She had hardly finished that sentence before Puss moaned loudly, his cock erupting and spraying a huge load of cum all over Kitty's face.

"Oh Kitty!" he cried out. "Fuck, that's so hot." Puss had barely begun cumming when Death joined him.

"Shit!" he yelled, helping his partner give Kitty a double facial. "Oh wow," he sighed.

"You're so sexy!"

Kitty laughed a little more as the boys' cum rained down on her. She shut her eyes tight and tried to keep her mouth open as semen sprayed primarily on her cheeks, nose and chin, but not a part of her face remained untouched. By the time the guys were done painting her face, she had the stuff everywhere from her hair to her breasts from where it was dripping down to her stomach.

"Wow!" Puss exclaimed once he and his friend were finished double-blasting his girlfriend's face. "That was incredible! You were amazing, Kitty!"

"I second that," Death added, catching his breath. "Now time for the marking!" he said and then, he and Puss unleashed two golden streams, which was aimed at her face.

Kitty kept her eyes shut as the men washed her face clean of their cum and scent marked her as their bitch and property. After they were done, Death and Puss looked at their handy work.

"She looks like she loved it," Death laughed.

"That was amazing Kitty," Puss replied.

Kitty laughed again. "You two weren't bad yourselves." She stood up straight, wearing only high heels and dripping with piss, which streamed down her face, chest and stomach. "How do I look?"

"Like the best wife ever!" Puss replied. "You've never looked better."

Kitty smiled. "Thanks, but I sure need a real shower now after an experience like that. I hope the shower has hot water!" Exhausted, Kitty got out of her heels, and Puss guided her to the bathroom, since she had a hard time walking.

"Did you have a good time, sweetheart?" Puss asked Kitty.

"You definitely pushed my limits," Kitty started, "but it was really hot and really fun. Did you enjoy it?"

"I think the evidence on your face says it all," Puss said.

"Yes, it was everything I hoped for and more. Do you think you'd do it again?"

Kitty didn't answer right away. Instead, she hopped in the shower. Just as she was closing the curtain, she said, "Tell Death he's welcome to join me in the shower. If I'm not too sore maybe we can go again." As the water ran, she added through the curtain, "I hope you can handle what you've awakened in me!"

"Damn," Puss responded as he started out to go get dressed and offered Death to join Kitty in the shower, "I can't wait to find out!"

However, the moment Puss set foot through the doorway, he found himself in an area he did not recognize, strewn with rubble, from concrete to rebar and glass. And to say Puss was beyond confused was an understatement. But the moment he felt a pang in his stomach, he looked down to find blood-stained fur…

Where he had bene shot.

He was back at the Lords of Prey warehouse.

"Ugh."

The low moan pulled Puss from his thoughts, the temporarily black tabby quickly noticing a recovering Kitty, just as beat up as him but relatively alright. It was at that moment that Puss realized that Death had put them back where he found them, and healed their wounds as a bonus, as evident by the fact that puss helped Kitty to her feet with no difficulty.

"Kitty," he cooed as he fussed over her, brushing off the dust as he examine dhis love.

"Are you hurt?"

"No…and neither are you," Kitty responded with a laugh, the tuxedo cat gently cupping Puss's cheek as she stared lovingly at him, Puss feel a tear slide down his own cheek as they smiled at one another.

Death had truly kept his word.

Unfortunately, their brief celebration was interrupted by the sound of fast approaching sirens from the nearby police and fire departments.

And it went without saying that Puss and Kitty did not stick around.

But, being arrested would have actually looked like blessing after the phone call they received upon getting back to their safe house, relieving an old acquaintance of Puss from the burden of having to watch Perrito when they were away. But, the tabby to could not enjoy the happy reunion with his adopted son, as one Fiona Gold, or Goldie as she was more infamously known, screamed in his ear.

"YOU HAD ONE JOB, YOU DAMN CAT!" the arctic fox screamed form her end of the line, her face twisted in anger as she didn't give Puss a chance to explain, instead going right for the kill.

"YOU'RE DEAD CAT MEAT! THERE IS NOWHERE YOU CAN AND NOWHERE YOU CAN HIDE THAT I CAN'T FIND YOU! SO, WATCH YOUR FUCKING BACK!"

Well, Puss, who just stared at the phone in his hand, could only hope that the safe haven recommended to him by a friend would truly be safe.

The next day, Puss and his family found themselves in Jasper City, which had been recommended by Death himself. And while the Gatos family went house hunting, Death stood outside of the Moonlight Howl. Going inside, he noticed a few strippers practicing on the many stages, but he could care less about them, as he had his eyes set on a particular blonde-furred wolf in front do one of the stages, watching a busty auburn -furred female with great interest, a glass of whiskey in one hand, and his hrd cock in the other.

And upon seeing this, Death smiled as he started whistling his tune, the dulcet melody hitting the ears of the other two wolves, who stopped in their actions as Death took a seat next at the empty bar, pouring himself a drink he sent a mischievous wink tot eh two, who could only smirk as the female resumed in her dance. And as Death watched Terra Ramirez-O'Brian work her stuff of the stage, Death mimicking the other male's actions by stroking his hard cock, the immortal being couldn't help but let his thoughts drift back to when he met Sam O'Brian.

Or as he was know long ago...

The Faolahd.

Chapter Text

Chapter by Dax, Edited by Sam

Sixteen Years Ago…

As the full moon rose higher in the sky, the convoy of M939 transports made their way along one of the long, desolate roads that bisected the vast Mojave Desert, their precious cargo of arms and munitions stored safely in the rear flatbeds, guarded safely by a plethora of mercenaries, armed with a slew of rifles, from M17s to AK-47s as they made their way to a very antsy crime boss.

In the front passenger seat of one of the trucks, a fresh-faced new initiate, a thirty-something-year-old gorilla, turned his tired gaze to the driver, an equally exhausted black bear, who just looked tiredly at the winding road. But, as the gorilla returned his attention to the road ahead, he noticed something just in front of the light from the headlamps…

A figure, clad in dark closes, standing in the middle of the straight stretch of roadway.

At first confused, the primate and bear noticed the figure raise its arm, the figure holding something in its hand.

What happened next occurred in a matter of seconds.

A flash, a bang…and the bear's brains being blown out the back of his head, blood and grey matter staining the headrest and splattering over the rear window. The private had just enough time to let out a scream of horror as the truck veered off before coming to rest fender-first in a nearby ditch, the sudden stop causing the deceased ursine's body to slump forward over the wheel.

Wasting no time, the gorilla scrambled out of his seat, landing hard on the road beneath him, quickly being helped to his feet by one of the many mercenaries who had left their spots in the three trucks to set up a defensive perimeter.

"COME ON MARCUS!" the jaguar ordered, only to be dropped to the ground with a fresh bullet wound in his chest. At this point, Marcus Darwin was terrified. As he tried to make sense of what was happening around him as more and more men were dropping like sacks of potatoes, shots were ringing out from…lord knows where. Some men even had their legs shot out from under them by machine-gun fire.

Before long, the gorilla found himself to be the last man standing, every other animal lying in a pool of his own blood, either with stubs for limbs, entrails hanging out of their abdomens, or light shining through gaping head wounds, much like the bear.

And all the while, the primate wondered where…

"Taobh thiar duit buachaill."

Marcus froze, the strange language spoken by a noticeably deep bass, sending chills down his spine. And yet, in this situation, he didn't need to understand what was said…

He knew.

"Behind you, Boy."

The gorilla quickly wheeled around, being just quick enough to see the features of the strange figure, towering at just over six feet, illuminated by the headlamps of his truck; the all black tactical gear concealing the assailants identity, save for his hazel eyes that seemed to bore into his very soul.

The gorilla had just enough to time to utter one word before being knocked unconscious from behind, a word that had struck fear into every mercenary in every crime syndicate since the figure had made itself known.

"Faolahd."

And if Marcus only knew at the time…that name would ring in his head for years to come. A name that would haunt him for the rest of his life. A name that instilled a fear of death in his mind, driving him to become more powerful, not to gain power, to protect the one she loved.

His wife…

And his little boy…Johnny.

But for now, he just laid on the ground, out cold as the Faolahd stood over his handywork…well, a third of it.

"Ya just can't help yerself, can ya?" a thick Texan voice sounded, the masked assassin turning his gaze to the source of the voice, his hazel eyes rolling in a mix of annoyance and fondness as a wolf, covered in a disguise of shrub covering his own tactical, emerged from the side of the road, a smoking Browning M2 in his hand, the barrel glowing red hot from the consistent round of fire.

"I could say the same for you," Faolahd said with an Irish brogue as he lowered his hood and mask, revealing a handsome wolf beneath, blonde fur visible around the black-dyed fur around his eyes. Fagan Davis, or Fay as many called him, was one of the top assassins in the business, maxing a kill count of 107 confirmed kills. His colleague, one William Daxton, or "Wild Bill", a handsome wolf himself, his usually silver fur and mismatched eyes tailed him at 103. But, unlike Wild Bill, as some might guess, Killing never brought Fay any pleasure. In fact, the Irish Devil, as he was called besides the moniker of Faolahd, often went to confession after every mission…

And asked for ten Hail Mary's for every life he took.

Wild Bill on the other hand…lived for the hunt.

"Alright, you two," a new, feminine voice sounded by one the trucks, "time to call it in."

Turning to the source of the voice, both Fay and Wild Bill let out a huff of amusement as a hood female fox stood behind them, a small communicator in her hand as the espionage agent punched in the coordinates of their location, removing her own hood in the process to reveal a stunning nineteen-year-old vixen…one Diane Foxington, aka the Crimson Paw.

Before long, a trio of choppers arrived, stamped with the acronym of the organization that the trio represented descended on the area, cleaning up the bodies, and collecting the shipment of weapons in the trucks, as well as the trucks themselves, leaving only one unconscious gorilla behind, but not with a two days supply of food and water.

This put fay at ease as he knew that it would take the primate only five hours to walk to the nearest gas station.

And once all was said and done, the trio disembarked on one of the choppers, all three being able to relax as they made their way back to the headquarters of the Secret Undercover Coalition for Mediation, or S.U.C.M.

And sometime later, after being debriefed on their mission by the head of S.U.C.M., Fay found himself in his quarters, a simple, but still very comfortable place in the style of a very spacious studio apartment. And inside, Fay was just getting ready to settle down in bed for the night that had been graciously prepared for him, a single lamp offering a decent amount of light, when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," he called softly. As the door opened, Fay took in the sight of Diane, her ginger fur being able to breath after she had shed her usual mission attire, leaving her in only a black sports bra and matching shorts. Smiling warmly at the vixen, Fay continued to prepare for bed as Diane started to speak.

"Tucking in for the night?" she asked in a gentle voice, which resulted in a broader smile from Fay as he turned to face her.

"Yup," Fay said warmly, "you and Wild Bill looking to get it on again tonight?"

"You better believe it," Diane said brightly, taking great pride in her sexual escapades with the silver-furred Texan.

"In fact, I wanted to see if you cared to join in again?"

"Sure," Fay said without hesitation, only for his smile to fall some.

"I just need to make a call first."

Understanding what Fay meant, Diane offered an understanding smile before leaving.

In truth, Fay had found himself walking in a rut the past few months, the Irish-wolf's mind seeming to blur everything together. It was tedious at that point, so much so that Fay had been seeking something else in his life. And he happened to find that in his future wife Terra, a former agent of S.U.C.M. who had gone by the codename "Princess."

Luckily, since the time he had been with he organization, Fay had gained quite a bit of coin. But, to not draw too much attention to himself or S.U.C.M., he had the money put away in a separate account managed by another party. Except, this party was a bit complicated. This particular person had all the right credentials; Birth Certificate, Driver's License, Social Security Number, etc.

The only problem was, this person didn't exist…except on paper.

And, well… Fay was ready to collect.

Unfortunately for Fay, what Terra said over the phone made his hearts skip a beat.

"What do you mean you're leaving me?" Fay asked over the phone.

Terra took a deep breath.

"I don't think we can be together anymore," she said sadly.

"I know what kind of work you do for the government, but now you have to choose; me or the mission."

Fay already knew what his choice was.

" I have one more mission, my love, then we will be together," he said warmly, then hung up the phone. And at that point, realizing he needed to relax a bit, Fay decided to take Diane up on her offer with Wild Bill, the trio going at it for a good while with Diane finding all of her holes being filled with thick, hot cum.

10 hours later…

The city of Zootopia was in big trouble.

Predators had been going crazy and attacking any animal in their sight.

But Fay knew that now wasn't the time to get cold feet.

Fay made his way across the rooftops of the city, looking for his target. He looked around and saw him in the crowd, standing before Lionheart, who had been named mayor of Zootopia. Pulling out his Remington 700, Fay took aim. There was a big chance at hitting an innocent animal, but that was a risk he was willing to take.

After all, his target was a member of the Lords of Prey.

Fay slowly squeezed the trigger and the bullet hit his target square in the head, killing him there on the spot. ZPD officers drew their weapons and quickly pulled Lionheart away from the scene. It had been a clean kill.

But that wasn't to say that his escape was that clean. As it turned out, the target had snipers of their own on the roofs of nearby buildings. And before Fay could even react, he was pinned down by a hail of bullets. Oh, he managed to get away…for a brief moment. But he found himself in a very precarious situation at the Zootopia Docks.

Thinking fast, Fay hotwired a nearby speedboat before zooming away. Unfortunately, the Lords of Prey agents were hot on his tail, firing relentlessly as they did. But, Fay, being the quick thinker he was, made a brilliant, or rather insane decision to ensure that they would be off his tail once in for all.

Timing it perfectly, Fay shot at the fuel tank on the boat, jumping overboard just in time as the entre thing went up in flames, leaving the Lords of prey agents stunned for about five seconds, before erupting in cheers.

And that night, the headline broke:

INFAMOUS FAOLAHD KILLED IN SKIRMISH WITH TERRORISTS!

But only three people…plus an entire organization knew the truth.

The next day, a wolf no one had ever laid eyes on strolled into the Municipal Bank of Calatonia, California. Oh, they had right credentials; Birth Certificate, Driver's License, Social Security Number, and the signature was a spot-on match.

"I must say," the female alpaca behind the desk said with a sigh as she tapped the stack of paperwork on her desk, "we are very sorry to be losing your business. But I hope you enjoy your time abroad."

Offering a comforting smile, the bespectacled wolf, dressed in a fine grey suit, accepted the receipt of transaction from the alpaca.

"Thank you," he said kindly, "I'm sure I will."

At that moment, a rather dapper looking pig came up behind the alpaca, offered a slip of paper to the wolf.

"Here's your cashier's check sir," one Norman Reese said with a kind smile.

"Will there be anything else?"

"Yes," the wolf said with a rather smug smile, procuring a single white envelope from the inner breast pocket of his suit before handing it to Norman.

"Could you send this with your outgoing mail?"

"I'd be happy to," Norman said with a smile, taking the envelope as the wolf and alpaca stood.

"Thank You very much, Judith," the wolf said as he shook Judith's hand.

"Thank YOU, Mr. O'Brian," Juidth responded as the wolf walked away.

In just under a week, Samuel O'Brian visited half-a-dozen banks throughout the U.S, from Calatonia to New York, from Boston to L.A. By the end of it, he had walked away with 10.3 million U.S. Dollars…a very lucrative severance pay.

Not long after that, Fay returned to his lovely girlfriend Terra.

"Terra, I have given my word that this was my last mission. I am now Samuel Davis."

"I love that name," she said hugging her beloved wolf. Two years later, they were married. Time past…

3 Years Before the Zootopia Crime War

Sam sat beside Terra. Their two kids, Anna, who was ten, and Liam, who was seven, sat beside them, just watching the TV when there was a knock at the door and an eerie tune was being whistled. Sam quickly went to open it, only to find himself shocked to see a white wolf with red eyes, wearing a poncho and who looked to be a little too happy.

"I am here for you, Irish Devil," he said pulling out a piece of paper.

Sam noticed it as his pink slip from the day he resigned from being an assassin.

"It says here that you're dead, Mr. Fay," the wolf stated with a creepy smile.

"FAY DAVIS is dead. I am Sam O'Brian, Author and historian," Sam countered, but the other wolf shook his head.

"And I'm Death," he proclaimed proudly.

"So you will come with me."

"You won't take my husband," Terra said protesting to Death's demands.

Death looked at Terra with a frown.

"Oh, really. Are you going to stop me?" he challenged. Terra looked at Sam and shrugged.

"I am Death and I never fail to get the ones I have been sent to claim."

"Couldn't you wait until my family had dinner first?" Terra asked.

This caught Death off guard. He sniffed the air and could smell the fresh rolls with melted butter. Another sniff let his smell the roast beef with mash potatoes and gravy. It was all so good that Death began to water at the mouth, and he couldn't say no to a good meal. After all, being a spirit claiming souls did work up quite an appetite.

"Very well," he said with a smile and hurried to the dinning room.

The atmosphere around the table was cold as Death stuffed himself with food. Sam poked at his food with his fork, while Terra stirred her iced tea. Little Liam sat silently just looking at his food, he didn't feel like eating at the moment, but Anna was staring at Death with a dreamy look in her eyes. This did not go unnoticed Death.

"I'm not going to spare your father," he growled at the young teen. Then Death's red eyes glowed.

"And stop touching my dick!"

Anna showed Death her hands.

"I'm not touching you," she replied.

All eyes shifted to Terra.

"I really don't want to lose my husband," she sobbed, but Death simply laughed.

"Thanks for the meal, but it is now it is time for Sam to come with me," he said to the distressed she-wolf. Well, if there was one thing Sam wasn't going to let happen to him, it was letting Death take him.

The once great assassin jumped up from the table and grabbed a knife from off the counter. Death looked rather pleased that this was going to be a challenge. He felt he should at least give Sam one warning.

"Many think they will be the one to beat me," he said drawing his twin hook swords.

"But nobody has escaped me yet."

Then Death rushed forward and swung his blades at Sam.

Terra grabbed her children and pulled them close as she looked on in horror as her husband and Death battled. After a brief scuffle, Sam was able to slash Death across his leg, causing said wolf to stumble. This gave the former assassin an opening.

With one good kick to the face, Death was sent flying into the wall. Sam got ready for another round, but Death was unable to move.

"Damn," he cursed. "You messed me up good. Listen, with me unable to do anything, this world will not be able to experience the fear of dying."

"Wait, you mean no one will be able to die now?" Sam asked completely shocked.

"Si," Death replied with an angry frown.

Down in the heart of Jasper City, King Bear and group of his men were about to execute a snitch in their ranks. King Bear pulled out a custom made Colt .44 and fired. However, the snitch was still breathing. The Jasper mob boss then fired the remaining five bullets and still the snitch was standing.

"Johnny the Snitch, why won't you die?" King Bear asked.

Johnny shrugged.

"I would tell you if I knew," he said, before King Bear had his men tare him to shreds. And even after that he was still breathing.

Not far off was a four-way intersection which was known for being really dangerous to cross. Speeders would ignore the red lights and just keep driving. Mayor Winston looked both ways and saw no cars coming, but as he crossed, Cain came speeding towards the mayor in a 2006 Dodge Ram. Winston had no time to react as he was run down, his body being crushed by the truck's tires.

Cain did stop there, he back over Winston before running him over a third time. The dark wolf couldn't believe his eyes as Winston got back up on his feet.

"Wow, I really need to put a traffic cop out here," Winston said to himself and walked away.

All over Jasper, people was testing themselves to see if they could survive anything. This however only angered Death. He turned to Sam who sat next to his wife and kids. "Look what has happened," he said to the Irish wolf, "I am a laughing stock. Now you have to make this work."

"How?" Sam asked.

Death smiled.

"By becoming me for one day," he said.

"Not happening," Sam protested, but Death countered.

"If you don't kill some people, then I'll kill you, your kids, then I'll fuck you wife then kill her."

The next thing Sam knew he was wearing Death poncho and was driving to the city with list of people who were suppose to die. While he was away, Death made himself at home. His red eyes stared at Terra and she felt really scared. For a good twenty minutes all Death did was fallow Terra around the house until she turned to face him.

"What will it take for you to let my husband live?" she finally asked him.

Death smiled as his eyes glowed brightly.

"You," he replied. Then he walked up to Terra and began to kiss her neck as his hands began to unbutton her shirt, freeing her bra covered breasts. The Spanish she-wolf then called out to her children.

"Kids, go down to your grandfather house, I'll come to pick you up later."

Sam arrived at the house of an old cat named, Old Man Jinkens. Sam knocked on the door and when Mr. Jinkens opened the door, the Irish wolf reached out and touched him.

"Rest in piece," he said.

Old Man Jinkens fell over dead.

"All right, I claimed my first victim as Death," Sam said, then held up his hand to several bystanders.

"High five! Anyone?" he asked, a cheetah high fived him and died there on the spot.

"Note to self, don't go to the bathroom," Sam said before going off to get the remainder of the victims.

Back at the O'Brian house, Terra was on her hands and knees with her panties down around her ankles. Death was on top of her with his dick sliding in and out of her ass. The beautiful Spanish wolf looked to be enjoying being fucked by Death, but why would she be when her heart belong to Sam? It was simple, Death had been around since the beginning and had learned a thing or two about pleasuring people.

"Oh, Death. Fuck me," Terra moaned as Death hand moved to her breasts to grope them.

"You got it," he smiled, before biting down on her neck.

Sam was now at the house of a known drug dealer.

"I have come for you, Jack Manson," he said to the stoned bull.

Jack looked at his smoking joint in his hand.

"I knew I should have been a doctor," he said coughing a puff of smoke.

As Sam moved in to touch him, a very stoned vixen rushed up.

"No!" she screamed.

"I won't let you take my husband!"

Then she reached up and grabbed Sam's arm and died right there. The Irish wolf looked rather shocked and confused by what just went down.

"Um, not that it matters, but her name was Mason also," Jack pointed out.

"Eh, Good enough," Sam grumbled and walked a way from the sight.

Back at the house, Death now had Terra under him in the bedroom she shared with Sam. He was now balls deep in her pussy, thrusting like crazy as the two of them were locked in a heated tongue filled kiss. Breaking the kiss, Death gripped Terra's breasts and gave one more powerful thrust, spilling his hot cum into her.

"Shit Death," Terra gasped as her pussy milked Death's big dick. "I have never been fucked like this," she said then kissed him once more.

"Glad you liked it and you don't have to worry about Sam," Death said pulling out of the kiss.

When Sam came home, Terra had already picked up her kids and Death was waiting to retrieve his stuff from the Irish wolf.

"What have you learned today, Sam," Death asked.

"That life and death must be respected, that even an assassin must respect the life of his targets, which I had not done." Sam confessed.

"Good," Death said, then leaned into whisper something into Sam's ear. "Also, I totally fucked your wife."

Sam looked shocked and looked at Terra who was blushing in embarrassment.

"Who wouldn't want to fuck her," Sam said under his breath as Death left.

Present time…

Death sat beside Sam at the bar of the Moonlight Howl, the two of them sharing a drink.

"Be on alert, Sam. The Lords of Prey are coming," Death said as he down his drink.

"I'll be ready," Sam said as he downed his drink, his mind reeling from the news he heard.

Chapter Text

Chapter by Dax and Sam

Nick couldn't believe his eyes.

There standing before him was all the members of the T.A.R crime syndicate; Shere Khan, Nana Noodleman, Charlie Barkin, Mr. Big and his grandfather, Max Fray. They were all here, but for what reason? Nick walked forward as he removed his sunglasses. Max clapped his hands and all the mobsters turned toward the young fox.

Max stepped forward and smiled.

"Today, we gathered to make Nick Wilde one of use," he announced proudly. He looked at his grandson and waved him over to the center of the group. "Nick, do you here and now swear to fight for the little people of Zootopia?"

"I do," he replied.

Nana stepped up to him. The old she smiled and leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Do you promise to uphold the code of the T.A.R and never spill the secrets of our group?" she asked him after pulling back from the kiss.

"I do."

Shere Khan then asked him. "And do you swear to God that you will never betray us?"

Nick felt the pressure now.

He had made many friends in the ZPD and MI6, but now he had friends in the mob.

The only way he could answer was with his heart. The young fox closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I do," he said, but then turned his attention to his grandfather.

"But, I will only remain loyal to the T.A.R if you all keep your businesses away from schools and playgrounds. The children of Zootopia are not to suffer for the sake of our great empire," he said to all the mobsters.

They all seemed to agree on that with Nick, so they all circled him and placed their hands on him. And just like that, Max Fray stepped down as the Rainforest mob boss and handed that title to Nick.

After Nick had become a true mob boss,and devoted husband, marrying Kris in a double wedding with the new Mr. and Mrs. Savage, and and an even more devoted father to his and Kayla's children.

After the birth, Kayla and the babies were driven to the hospital, where they would stay for the next two days.

Jack then took Judy on their honeymoon. Nick and Kris however decided to have their honeymoon at the Crimson Den. As the fox and otter couple arrived, they were greeted by the staff which welcomed them with open arms.

And as Nick carried Kris inside, a wolf with silver fur and mixed-matched eyes came out.

"Leaving so soon, Mr. Sterling?" a staff member asked the wolf.

"Yes, I am going to travel down to Jasper City in Canada, maybe then I'll find a place to settle down instead of traveling from place to place," Dax replied as he climbed onto his Harley and took off.

But not before glancing over his shoulder, making eye contact with a certain fox, who could only trade a nod with an old friend before he sped off.

"Was that the famous author Dax Sterling, honey?" Kris inquired, her eyes wide in wonder at the fact that she was so close to one such a well known author.

"Sure was, babe," Nick responded before carrying on his way, wondering how much Dax's life had TRULY changed since the last time he saw him.

And to Dax, the travel just seemed to blur together to the point he didn't know how long he had been on the road…an hour or two, a day or four. To him, he just tuned everything out.

"Makes the time go faster," he always said.

But first...he had to make a little pit-stop in L.A.

A weak later, a certain Wolf, Fox and Tarantula were nearly to Jasper. And as the trio cruised along the winding Canadian road, The full moon shone brightly as the cool spring breeze rustled the leaves in the tree. In the distance, the call of a lone owl echoed over the mountainous terrain of dense forests, the deep foliage framing the edgings of the deserted two-lane route.

His back resting against the seat of his muscle car, Wolf, clad in his typical attire of his white suit, took a deep breath as he relished the picturesque evening, his eyes his eyes scanning his surroundings as he began to come up on the city limits of a town he was looking for, the lights of the man tall buildings in its center and surrounding suburbs bathing the sky around it with a dull, but still almost ethereal glow.

"There it is, Diane said in an almost sultry whisper, the fox biting her bottom lip as she fidgeted in her grey power suit, her glasses seeming to fog up in excitement as observed by Webbs, the humanoid-arachnid deciding not to push the issue as they reached their deistiantion;

Jasper, a bustling metropolis in the heart of Alberta, where the lone rider planned to write a little exposé about the city and the surrounding area. But, Wolf had received some warnings about the city from not only Diane, but a few folks from LA who had visited before, many slyly, and some seductively saying that Jasper was a place where "Business is Pleasure, and Pleasure is Business."

Some called it the "Sin City of Canada."

But it was more famously, or infamously depending on who you asked, known as the "City of Free Love."

Before long, the trio reached the city limits, passing by the large welcome sign that boasted the same warning he had received. But it wasn't until the car came upon a local bus stops just inside the city limit that he realized what it meant. In truth, Wolf was puzzled to see what appeared to be a young male wolf, his black fur illuminated by the lights of the stop, sitting on a u-shaped bench, his back facing him, his arms spreadeagle as his head was thrown back, almost giving the appearance that he was sleeping. Curiosity, and of course concern caused Wolf to pull over to the bus stop.

Upon pulling up, Wolf's eyes widened in shock while a clearly horny Diane and briefly shocked, but still very aroused Webbs gawked at the sight of a curvy bear on her knees in front of the wolf, her denim jeans and panties pulled down to the middle of her thighs, a black and white horizontal striped shirt, which was covered with a dark red leather biker jacket, ripped open to reveal very round and firm f-cup breasts, and her feet protected only by black, opened toed heels.

And she appeared to be expertly deepthroating the male's impressive package as she fingered her dripping snatch, her cute little tail twitching with each pleasured moan they both released, the pleasure intensifying as the male pushed down on the bears head with a white-furred hand. And if Wolf was being honest, he was getting a little stiffy from watching, a stiffy made even worse by the fact that Diane had shamelessly snaked her hand into her pants, a noticeable wet spot appearing on the fabric as she rubbed herself to the sight. But, at that moment, Wolf felt the need to wet his whistle first…then he would give Diane some relief.

And so, with some hesitance, Wolf cleared his throat.

"Excuse me," Wolf called, "can you tell me where I can get a drink in town.?"

Interestingly enough, it was the bear who lifted her head. And when she did Wolf, Diane and Webbs were surprised to see the wolf, who appeared to be exiting his teen years, was sporting a ten-inch-long, three-inch thick cock, knot and all fully exposed from his sheath….and covered in bear saliva and precum.

Now Wolf knew that was impressive for a wolf that age…

And Diane and Webbs, the later having decided to stimulate her own sex over her pants, knew they wanted that cock inside of them.

"Oh, sure thing Sugar," the very attractive ursine responded in a noticeably thick southern accent, never once stopping her treatment of the wolf as she began to vigorously jack him off with her free hand, removing the other from her pussy before pointing a drenched finger In the direction of the city center.

"Just go about ten blocks into town and you'll find a place called the Moonlight Howl. Big sign, ya can't miss it."

And the moment she was done giving directions, the bear wasted no time in returning her partner's cock to her throat, the lupine letting out a strangle moan as he quickly grabbed his companions head once again as he began pulling it down hard on his rod, making the larger female gag around the impressive member. But at that point, Wolf, as opposed to his female companions, felt he had seen enough.

"Uh, Thanks!" He called, pretty sure that the two lovers couldn't hear him over their pleasure, gunning the motor as he made his way into Jasper. Upon entering the city proper, Wolf took the time to admire some of the tall buildings, framed by lit displays in multiple shops and restaurants. And despite the fact that Jasper was known to be a be a bustling place, it was actually rather quiet at the moment, with some businesses shut down for the night, which made the city appear more reserved and welcoming. But all the same, the trio did notice some other scenes similar to the bear and fox, some indoors and others out in the open.

On a nearby street bench, Diane saw a very lude display of a red-tailed doe riding a hung buck in reverse, her tight little pussy being stretched by the males girthy member. This sight made Diane lose all reservations as she lowered her pants and panties to her knees, openly fingering her wet pussy right there in the passenger seat. And upon noticing this, Wolf felt he needed to focus on the sights round him rather than Diane, as he knew he was liable to cause an accident if he focused too much on her.

But as he continued to look around, Wolf noticed that Jasper also appeared to be a very "prideful" town, as evident by two busty, very horny females, a grey-furred wolf who's fur blended together in a marble pattern, and a sexy cougar scissoring in the window sill of a store that appeared to sell "adult items." And further along the road, two male wolves, one with light brown fur with red around his eyes and cheeks being rutted on the work bench of the open garage of a car shop by a muscular brown-furred wolf with grey forearms, the two hungrily making out as they went at it.

Of course, Wolf had no problem with same-sex couples, him and the two girls in his car be bi themselves, but the very image of so much debauchery, especially in public, didn't sit well with him. Or at least he thought it did. But the growing bulge in his pants made it difficult for him to expel the lude displays he saw from his mind.

Luckily, after a while, he reached his destination, which was advertised by a large, magenta neon sign on the brick wall as The Moonlight Howl. After pulling into the almost empty parking lot, which he figured wasn't unusual for a Tuesday night, Wolf shut off the car, he Diane and Webbs, the two girls having made themselves somewhat decent getting out and walking to the front door. But, upon entering the building, which appeared to be empty save for a few late-night stragglers, Wolf instantly recognized the place as a strip club, as evident by the numerous stages with poles in the middle of them, plus one large main stage, which was currently empty and the low bass music that bounced off the walls.

"Oh yes Baby," a moan sounded from the only lit stage. Turning their attention to the source of the moan, the trio's eyes widened at the sight of an auburn female wolf, clearly one of the strippers, or rather the only one still clocked in, wearing nothing but fishnet stockings and violet open toed heels. But what really surprised Wolf was the fact that this dancer was having her pussy stuffed by the impressive rod by a shirtless, blonde-furred male, his jeans pooled around his ankles as he pounded the girl, who had her impressive d-cup tits wrapped around the pole in the center of the stage.

But Diane did notice that despite the horny wolf's back being towards them…

His voice sounded familiar.

At first concerned that these two might get in trouble, as soon as Wolf sat at the bar, he noticed a sigh hanging off to the side;

OPEN SEX ALLOWED AND FREE OF CHARGE…

JUST CLEAN UP YOUR MESS.

"Hey hot stuff, what'll it be?"

Wolf was completely caught off guard by the sweet, yet playful voice that sounded from in front of him. Looking up, his mismatched eyes met the yellow eyes of the female bartender, a cream-furred wolf giving him a kind smile as she arrested her elbows on the counter, her plump ass, confined by some tight denim jeggings, and fluffy tail attracting Wolf's attention, along with the cleavage of her firm c-cup tits being prominently featured by her black, low-cut crop top.

"Hey sweetie, my eyes are up here."

A deep blush formed through Wolf's fur as he realized he had just been caught ogling this bartender he had just met. Thankfully she didn't seem to mind as evident by her sly smirk. Unfortunately, her smirk vanished when she noticed a trio of males walking toward her. Following the girls gaze, Wolf turned around, only to find himself face to face with a disheveled, but mean looking cougar, his one good, unscarred golden eye staring daggers, or rather A dagger at Wolf. And behind him, the cougar was backed by a massive, dark brown bear with just as dark eyes, and a dark-furred wolf with cold blue eyes…

And the three reeked of booze.

"There you are, darling," the bear said with a sickening smile as he shoved past the smaller preds.

"What do you want Strom?" the girl inquired with a growl, her annoyed gaze squarely on the smirking ursine who quickly, or as quickly as he could drunk, shoved Wolf out of the way, the wolf landing on the floor with grunt, the sight making Diane and Webbs rush to Wolf and help him to his feet, all while the bear slurred out a response.

"Just wanted to see if you would accept my offer on going on a date, Sweets."

The bartender known as Sweets recoiled in disgust, not just at Strom's insistence of going on a date with him, but by his treatment of the wolf she had just met. And if she was being honest with herself, she thought the newcomer was pretty good looking…and his female companions were quite easy on the eyes as well. But she wasn't going to let Strom get away with this old attitude of his. But she decided to play along, a sweet smile forming on her muzzle as made her way around the bar, surprising Strom by sitting him on the stool that Wolf had been sitting on just seconds earlier.

At this point, Wolf actually noticed the stripper and her lover had stopped in their little romp, amber and hazel eyes looking upon the scene with great concern as the male pulled up and refastened his jeans, only to begin rustling around the inner pocket of a discarded leather jacket.

"Strom," Sweets began in a sultry voice, running her hands over his clothed chest, only for her sweet expression to turn into one of rage as she grabbed two handfuls of his shirt, yanking him forward so that she was nose-to-nose with him.

"I WOULDN'T GO OUT WITH YOU IF YOU WERE THE LAST GUY ON EARTH!"

Strom didn't like this, as evident by a signal he gave to the cougar who quickly grabbed a hold of the girl from behind, the poor thing putting up a pitiful struggling in the ursine strong hands. And what happened next, the blonde-furred wolf found he could find what he was looking for fast enough as the blue-eyed wolf lunged forward and ripped open the girl's top, revealing no bra and two gravity defying c-cup tits, which Strom eyed hungrily as he began walking toward her, all while unfastening his belt.

"You know what Malone?" Strom said with a smug grin as he pointed to the cougar, then the wolf, "I think I'm gonna give you a break by letting Kako go first, then Hench so the two of them can get that tight cunt before I totally ruin it. And as your landlord, you can expect a hike in your rent in the future."

At that point, Sweets was sweating, her eyes wide in horror at the knowledge that she was going to be raped at work, and by her landlord of all people. But, just as Kako moved to lower his pants, the drunk cougar wound up on the floor with a bloody nose, knocked out cold by a roundhouse kick from a now very irate Diane. And in that moment, the room was still and quiet, the only sound being the pulsating music that reverberated around the room. Even the other male wolf was stunned to see the effect of Diane's kick….

Surprise she still had it after all these years.

But the stillness quickly vanished when Hench drew a switch blade from his pocket and charged at Diane, only for the fox to knock the blade away with ease before grabbing a hold of Hench's head and slamming it against the bar, the wolf now laying on the floor, clutching his head in pain.

Now Strom…Strom was the one to beat. And the bear, even drunk, felt he stood a very fair chance against this one wolf as he pushed Sweets to the ground, which only fueled Diane's already boiling anger. But, as she eyes the bear, trying to figure out how he might take down the towering hulk of muscle, a sly smirk formed on his muzzle as he noticed that Strom left his legs open.

"Ya know," she said with a laugh, confusing the others, especially the tipsy Strong, who looked down as he noticed Diane showing off one of her heels, "a few years back I met a Texan who said the he admires a nice pointy show…they can end a fight real fast."

And to prove his point, Diane, with speed that Strom didn't anticipate, delivered a swift kick to Strom's balls, the bear quickly brought to his knees, keeling over as he grabbed his groin, a low groan of pian, mixed with a high whine escaping his throat. But, as Diane marveled at her work, she failed to notice a recovering Hench crawling toward his knife.

Luckily, the blonde-furred male had found what he was looking for.

"OOOOH I wouldn't do that if I were you buddy," he said in a noticeable baritone, laced with a light Irish brogue as he pointed a loaded Smith & Wesson snub nose at Hench, who was smart enough to raise his hands in surrender, earning a small from the other wolf.

"There's a good lad," he said with a laugh, followed swiftly by a quick kick to the head, effectively rendering Hench unconscious. And the next moment, a door beside the bar flung open, making way for two disheveled looking wolves, a clear sign that they had been busy as well; a fiery-furred female clad in only a flannel shirt, a busty cream chest exposed for all to see, and a brown-furred male, his left cheek and his completely bare body riddled with scars.

"What's going on out here?" the female angrily inquired upon noticing the three incapacitated males, only to get a quick answer form Diane who was helping Sweets to her feet.

"Your bartender was nearly raped…I'm just restoring order to the universe."

"Oh Sweets," the female cooed as her yellow eyes immediately filled with worry, pulling Sweets to one of the many vacant seats in the club, quickly joined by the auburn female as they tended to her, leaving the three males alone.

"Scar," the blonde said to the brown-furred male, "call the police...tell them to bring the van."

"On it Sam," Scar responded, running back into the room he had come from, which was obviously the main office. And as Scar called the police, Diane looked down to see the wolf known as Sam offering his hand. And with a wide smile, Diane took it, the fox placing her hands on her hips as she looked at a wolf she had not seen in years.

"Sam O'Brian," she said with laugh, "I thought that was you."

With little reluctance, Dax took it, receiving a strong handshake from Sam who was offering a teasing smile.

At that moment Wolf's face lit up with recognition, a large smile taking the place of the playful smirk he had just a moment ago.

"Sam O'Brian?" he inquired, taking his place beside Diane as the two wolves looked at each other.

"Historian and Author of 'The Unthinkable: A Look Into The Titanic Disaster?'"

"The very same," Sam responded with a smile, extending his hand to Wolf.

"And you are?"

"Mason Canis…but most everyone calls me Mr. Wolf, or just Wolf."

"Ah yes," Sam responded with a knowing smile as he squeezed Wolf's hand, "the leader of the 'Bad Guys' turned 'Good Guys.' I gotta say, that little job you did in Redshore was riveting."

"Well," Wolf said with a smirk, "when you're us, it just comes naturally."

But as he said this, Wolf was suddenly hit with a great deal of curiosity when he noticed Sam and Diane trade a glance, the fox licking her teeth seductively as the wolf offered a wink.

"By the by…how do you two know each other."

Diane stalled for a moment, her frame going stiff, which did not go unnoticed by Wolf. But, despite the response she gave, Wolf knew that Diane's relationship with Sam must go deeper than that.

"Well," Diane began with a nervous chuckle, "Sam's an old boyfriend of mine."

And so for the next ten minutes the trio chatted with each other, filling in the gaps of new friends while catching up with old ones. Webbs even became acquainted with he stripper Sam had been fucking, revealed to be his wife of seventeen years, Terra. Webbs even shared a laugh with the canine as they shared the same name…just spelled differently. Terra even helped Webbs passed some time by letting the Bi arachnid eat her pussy until the police arrived to round up Strom and his cronies, and left, leaving the group alone in the bar and anthro-antula alone. And before long, the others seemed to go back to what they were doing, much to a blushing Wolf's embarrassment. But, as the orange-furred female, who had introduced herself as Claws, was about to return to the office to finish her time with Scar, who was revealed as her boyfriend, she thanked Diane for defending Sweets, who Claws let go home early.

"It was nothing," Diane said with a smile, "and ya know, after this, it might not be a bad idea to add some security."

"You offering?" Scar inquired with a teasing smile, resulting in a thoughtful look from Webbs, who had rejoined the group with Terra.

"Maybe we are…and if you like hotstuff, I can help with some updated surveillance," she said, techy adding a lustful wink as she gentle wrapped her fingers around the semi-flacid shaft of the scar-riddled wolf, giving it a few light pumps to get it hard again.

"In fact, why don't you me and your missus talk about it in your office?"

"Well then…follow us, Sweetheart," Claws added with a giggle as she and Scar made their way back to the office, leaving Wolf and Diane alone in the room with Sam and Terra, who Wolf was surprised Diane knew as well, and with great familiarity as the two females engaged in a brief, but hot make-out session. And the latter two were already back at it, Terra riding her studly boyfriend in reverse on one of the stages.

"Terra…why don't you give Mr. Wolf a little welcome present."

With that, Sam ushered Diane over to a more secluded section of the club, specifically over by the abr. And as he did, Wolf watched, uncertain about letting his girlfriend go off alone with another male…especially an former boyfriend. But, before he could dwell on it too much, he was pulled form his musings by Terra's sweet, sultry voice whispering in his ear.

"Hey."

Looking to the source of the voice, Wolf's eyes met Terra's, the lovely Hispanic wolf sensually rubbing her hands all over Wolf, the brown-furred canine stiffing up, in more ways then one, as he felt Terra's breast rub against him.

"Don't worry," Terra continued to say as she slowly undid Wolf's belt, the male letting out a low moan as she snaked her hand into his pants.

"It's called the City of Free love for a reason."

And almost as soon as their eyes met, Terra pushed back on Wolf's jacket, the article of clothing falling on the floor as she pulled Wolf towards one of the many vacant couches.

Meanwhile, Sam had since taken a seat at the bar with Diane, the fact that Sweet's had gone home for the night meaning they had to pour their own drinks. Luckily, Sam was somewhat educated on the simple nuances of bar-tending. And before long, he and Diane were both nursing a Jack & Coke and Shirley Temple, respectively, catching up briefly on what had been happening in their lives.

"So," Sam said as he watched his wife strip Diane's boyfriend, a sly smirk on his muzzle, "I see you have a new boy toy."

"Yeah," Diane responded with a giggle, removing her glasses and setting them on the bar.

"He was a bit of handful at first, but he's really sweet once you peel back the whole 'Bad Guy' persona."

"Well," Sam added in, taking a sip of his whiskey cocktail, "don't let Dax here ya say that."

Diane stilled at this, the fox swallowing a nervous lump in her throat at the mention of Sam's writing partner…and one of her former lovers. Catching onto this, Sam, after nervously clearing his own throat, spoke calmly.

"You know…he's going to be coming up in a couple days. Visit, catch up and get some inspiration for his next book."

Sam paused briefly, a kind smile on his lips as he looked at the uncertain Diane.

"I'm sure he'd like to see you."

"I'm sure," Diane said with a light chuckle, sipping her own drink as she mused over the thought. But seem could tell by the way she carried herself that Diane was too keen on the thought.

"He keeps calling you, doesn't he?" Sam added, setting his Jack & Coke down on the counter, the male letting out a sign as Diane did the same, the vixen sigh herself.

"Kinda stopped three-years-ago."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Diane said with a laugh, Sam's bemused expression somewhat humorous to her. But then her face fell as she recalled an event…not too recently.

"Until last week, when he came to visit me in L.A., wanted to get back together. Y'know…not the typical 'no strings attached' thing we always did, but, uh…a boyfriend/girlfriend arrangement."

"You said no," Sam said as he grabbed his glass again, a sad smile on his lips as Diane merely swirled the contents of her own.

"I had to," Diane said with a sad chuckle, a lone tear slipping down her cheek.

"He didn't really like it, but we agreed it was best…to keep our son safe."

Sam's ears perked at the mention of Diane's son. A son conceived during a passionate night with Dax some fifteen years ago…when the three worked together with a secret organization that actually dealt with people like the Bad Guys before they went good. But it was with the latter thought that Sam decided then to confront Diane as the true nature to her sudden visit.

"Level with me, Diane," Sam said, his face firm and his voice low, a clear sign to the stunned Diane that he was serious.

"You're not her for pleasure, are you…at least not by itself?"

Diane stilled, taking a brief moment to recover from her shock as she set her glass back down on the counter. And just in time as what Sam said next would have made her drop it. especially with what he said next.

"Winston brought you here, didn't he?"

Diane hesitated for a brief moment, which was all Sam needed as he let out a sigh.

"I figured he would…there's a storm coming, Diane," Sam said, causing Diane to look at him in confusion.

"The Crimson Den, The Lords of Prey, Mr. Big, King Bear, The Dark Wolf…it's a shit show Diane."

Upon noticing the distraught expression on Sam's face, Diane realized just how serious the situation was. She thought she was just dealing with Cain Aldan, the Dark Wolf, but in reality, it was much bigger than she thought. But, upon noticing how Sam was now so tense, she figured at the very least, she could give him some relief.

"Hey."

Looking to the fox by his side, Sam's eyes widened as he watched Diane rise from her seat, the fox not giving the wolf time to react as she shed her grey jacket, followed quickly by her dress shirt, popping the article of clothing open, buttons falling tot eh floor as Diane dropped them to the floor, revealing that she had not been wearing a bra, thus leaving her top completely bare, her huge d-cup tits on display for Sam.

"Let's not worry about that right now," Diane whispered as she walked up to Sam.

What happened next shocked Sam greatly.

Diane leaned up and placed a tender kiss on his lips.

Sam, although surprised at first, slowly closed his eyes as he melted into the kiss, grasping Diane's hips with his strong hands, moaning with Diane as he put so much passion into this one moment. But soon, the kiss started to become more heated, as evident when Sam felt Diane brush her tongue against his lips and teeth, begging for entrance. Sam, not being one to deny such a lovely lady, granted her access, his larger tongue meeting hers. Unfortunately, with the need for air arising, Sam and Diane pulled apart after seven seconds, although to them, it felt like an eternity.

"Fuck me…for old time's sake" Diane whispered against his lips. Sam, not needing to be asked twice, pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss as their tongues battled for dominance. At one point, Sam grew bold and slid one of his hands down Diane's back and past her tail, stopping only when he reached her rear. Diane quickly broke the kiss, letting out a loud gasp as she felt Sam's strong hands squeeze her rump, soon moaning shamelessly as he began to massage the luscious buttocks. Deciding to return the favor, Diane ran one of her hands down Sam's bare chest, shuttering as she was able to feel his muscles. Eventually, she reached the waist of Sam's pants, quickly unbuckling his belt and undoing his button and fly in the process.

"Diane!" Sam moaned as he felt the young woman snake her hand into his boxers, gently fondling his cock and balls, which to her felt as huge as she remembered. Sam shuddered and felt himself grown harder in his pants when he saw Diane lick her lips. And what happened next, Sam wasn't prepared for, but he was far from complaining.

With a devious smirk, Diane pulled Sam to one of the many vacant couches, shoving him on his ass as soon as they made it. She then laid her herself down on the couch. Her back against the backrest, and in an instant, yanked down Sam's pants, boxers and all. When she did, Diane's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and of course, lust. To her great surprise, Sam's cock was just as big as she remembered, measuring at an impressive 11.5-inches-long, with a girth that made it so Diane could barely wrap her hand around it. And the knot, well, it appeared the size of a baseball.

Yup, he definitely just barley rivaled Wolf.

Good times, she thought to herself as her lust took over as she began to slowly stroke the huge shaft, making Sam moan in the process. Taking this as a sign to continue, Diane brought her other hand forward, placing it above the first. To Sam, the feeling was equivalent to getting a tandem handjob as Diane began to pick up speed on his ever-hardening dick. Before long, Diane's efforts were yielding results as she saw a fair amount of precum leak from the tip of Sam's shaft. Staring at the clear liquid, Diane licked her lips, a hungry look in her eyes.

"FUCK TERRA!"

Turning in the direction of the sudden shout, Diane and Sam could help but chuckle to find Wolf was in the same boat as the other male, Terra already taking the initiative to strip him completely of his clothes, slathering his cock with her tongue as she knelt in front of him. And deciding she couldn't be outdone, Diane decided to follow Terra's lead, the Hispanic stripper making Wolf shout again as he felt her lick away the pre on the tip of his own hard cock. The 36-year-old female moaned at the salty taste as she then started to run her tongue along the length, one hand gripping the base of the cock beneath the knot and the other fondling Wolf's balls.

At this point, all Wolf and Sam could do was moan in pleasure as their respective partners ran their tongues all over their hard cocks, slathering them in saliva. It was at that moment Sam realized that Diane had left herself totally vulnerable in this state, which caused a devious smile to form on his face. With no subtlety whatsoever, Sam quickly reached into Diane's pants. And within seconds, the vixen was squealing as Sam plunged his fingers into her already dripping pussy, her walls squeezing the digits as more juice leaked out.

Taking note of this, Wolf decided to treat Terra to the same action, the jealous canine not wanting to be outdone by his girlfriend's ex, all while Terra followed suit to keep up with her husband's partner as the female quickly positioned her head at the top of Wolf's dick, the male soon letting out a loud moan on ecstasy as he felt Terra wrap her lips around the head before slowly sinking it deeper into her mouth, the woman moaning at the musky taste. But, about halfway down, Terra could feel the tip hit the back of her throat, making her gag as a result. Upon noticing this, Wolf, after removing his hand from Terra's pussy, placed it atop her head, the other gripping the base of his cock, not pushing, but not letting her up either. Realizing that she wasn't going anywhere, Terra, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, steeled herself as she began to take more of the huge cock into her throat, the sound of her gagging drowned out by the music.

But as for Diane, Terra was going to observe that they both liked it rough.

"That's it baby," Sam moaned as he felt Diane's mouth and throat encase more of his throbbing member as she bobbed her head up and down, gently pressing down on her head to help her along. And when he felt her lips finally kiss his knot, Sam couldn't contain himself any longer. In instant, Diane was gagging and slobbering all over the huge piece of meat in her mouth as Sam forced her head down with each bob. Diane soon found tears running down her cheeks at the voracity in which Sam was claiming her mouth, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he did so. Diane became so overcome with pleasure that she removed her one hand from Sam's balls to finger her hungry slit, her moans sending vibrations through Sam's cock as she eagerly shoved three of her fingers into her folds.

But, just as Diane was getting into it, she was yanked off of her prize as Sam had grabbed her roughly by the ears. At first very annoyed, Diane quickly noticed that Sam was pulling her onto the stage. In an instant, Daine found her back pressed against the pole in the center of the stage, her pants quickly yanked to her knees by Sam who wasted no time in diving in to feast on her dripping folds. Within seconds, Diane's squeals of pleasure rang through the house she felt Sam's broad tongue wiggle its way into her tight caverns, his tastebuds exploding from the sweet taste, his hands squeezing her ass while his shaft leaked pre onto the floor.

At this point, Sweets was so turned on that she quickly kicked off her heels, followed closely, and with some difficulty, by her pants, leaving her completely nude, her huge d-cup jugs fully exposed and topped with brown nipples, both perked up from the arousal she was feeling. Reaching up, Diane began to fondle her breasts, kneading them with her hands as she would occasionally pinch and twist her nipples, adding to her ecstasy.

Wolf, upon noticing this, quickly changed his own tactics with Terra. Quickly standing to his feet, Wolf made little work of his jacket and shirt, popping them off in a matter of seconds, giving Terra only a brief moment to marvel at the lean but muscular frame of Wolf's torso before being forced onto her knees before Wolf grabbed hold of his cock before pressing it against one of her breasts. Grabbing onto her breasts, Terra quickly used them to sandwich Wolf's dick before moving them up and down his length.

"Oh yeah," Wolf moaned as he rested his hand on Terra's head, "with girls like those, titfucking is going to be a blast."

Blushing hard at Wolf's foul language, Terra upped the ante of her actions by leaning down and capturing the tip of the cock in her mouth, the feeling causing Wolf to lose all control as he began thrusting hard into Terras' breasts and mouth, the latter moaning loudly as he did so. For five minutes this went on until Wolf felt a familiar pressure in his loins.

"Shit, her it comes," he groaned before quickly pulling away from Terra, who, upon seeing Wolf start to vigorously jack off, opened her mouth at the clear indication of what was about to happen. And when it did, she was far from disappointed. The first shot of cum was right on target, flying into Terra's waiting mouth, the girl moaning at the salty taste. The second was aimed high, landing across her face and in her right eye, while the last two landed upon her chest, giving her, in Wolf's opinion, the perfect pearl necklace. Once Wolf had finished cumming on Terra, he let out a loud moan as he felt his beautiful companion suck the entirety of his length, save for the knot, back into his mouth to clean it off.

But as for Diane, she witnessed the whole thing with envious eyes.

"Stand up for me, babe," Diane suddenly ordered as Sam continued his work of eating her out, only to do as instructed with some confusion as he sprung to his feet, only for a sly smirk to spread across his muzzle as he watched Diane turn around and take a firm hold of the pole with both hands. And it went without saying that Diane knew Sam needed no further persuasion. And after quickly shedding his pants and boots along the way, he smiled the sight of Diane with three fingers buried in her needy slit, which at this point was drenched. Looking back to Sam with half-closed eyes, Diane sent a lustful smile his way. Pulling her fingers from her dripping folds, Diane used her index finger to beckon Sam over.

Not giving it a second thought, Sam obeyed.

Gently, Sam snaked his left arm around Diane's midriff, his strong hand placed firmly upon her flat, but tight, stomach. Diane moaned softly at the feeling, her eyes closing in pleasure, only for them to flutter open as she felt Sam use his free hand to lift her right leg from beneath her thigh, lifting her foot about a foot off the stage.

Knowing what was coming next, Diane reached her right hand back to tenderly cup Sam's cheek. Turning her head, Diane leaned in to capture Sam in a passionate kiss, their tongues meeting in a soft, sensual dance. As this happened, Diane reached between her legs to grasp Sam's still hard cock. Both wolf and vixen soon let out a soft gasp as both felt the head tease Diane's folds, making the female shudder in the process.

Pulling her hand away, Diane refocused her attention on the kiss. But Sam knew what both wanted, or rather at this point, needed. Keeping a firm hold on Diane's thigh, Sam began to slowly push his cock into her pussy, a groan escaping his throat as the first two inches were encased in a tightness he had never felt before meeting Terra.

Speaking of…

Terra at this point was moaning uncontrollably into Wolf's mouth, the combination of his cock starting to stretch her pussy and her breasts swinging beneath her as he pounded her doggy-style on the couch sending her to new heights. Then, with a mighty thrust, Wolf broke through Terra's cervix and into her womb. Terra fought back tears at the pain and pleasure she was feeling, something she was surprised she never got used to after being married to Sam for so long, her faint whimpers escaping her throat as she felt Wolf's knot rubbed against her sensitive clit. But, after a few minutes, she felt the pain diminish, the pleasure taking full control before she slowly started to thrust back against Wolf, who upon feeling this, began to slowly thrust into Terra, moaning into her mouth as her tight walls squeezed his cock. Before long, Terra felt her pussy stretch to accommodate Dax's rod, her juices running down her supporting leg like a river.

Meanwhile, Diane had rested her forehead against the pole, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, her lashes fluttering as she moaned without abandon, the feeling of the massive cock inside her making her see spots in her vision. Sam was also on cloud 9, his hips gradually picking up speed as he relished the tight confines of Diane's sweet flower, the hard thrusts sending pleasure through both of them as their hips made a loud smacking sound. Sam actually felt his release building as every time he pulled out, he felt Diane walls squeeze around him, almost as if they were trying keep him inside.

"Goddamn," he swore as he picked up speed, "this is the tightest cunt I've ever had."

"AHEM!"

Stalling only momentarily in his thrusting, Sam looked over his shoulder at his less than amused wife, who had stopped in her own tryst with Wolf, the other canine actually wincing at his partner's husband's faux pa.

"UH! SECOND ONLY TO YOU, HON!"

Terra, upon hearing Sam say this, merely rolled her eyes with a smile as she reached down to massage her clit. Taking note of this, Wolf altered their position a bit, Terra soon let out a loud moan as she felt the big cock within her rotate some as Wolf lifted her thigh higher, twisting her hips until her leg was resting against his chest. And before she knew it, Terra was once again screaming in ecstasy as Wolf pounded her pussy, his loud grunts joining Terra's cries. And before long, the two felt their orgasms rising. As did Sam and Diane, who decided to perform a standing rendition of Wolf and Terra's current position, Sam using his legs to put more power in his thrusts

"Sam," Diane whined as she vigorously rubbed her clit, "I'm gonna cum...fuck me faster...It's safe so fucking knot me!"

Hearing Diane say this sent Sam over the edge. Grabbing onto Diane's shoulder, Sam spun her all the way. Diane, after taking a moment to recover, quickly wrapped her legs around Sam's waist, her arms wrapping around his neck as her back was pressed against the pole. In an instant Diane was screaming her lungs out, her tits bouncing erratically as Sam pummeled her pussy, desperate to knot her. And it didn't take long before, with one final push, that the fat gland was forced into Diane with a pop.

"FUCK!" the vixen swore as she felt the thick knot enter her. Looking down to where she and Sam were connected, her eyes widened to see the faint outline of a tubular bulge along her stomach; Sam's massive cock. This was too much for Diane as she unleashed a wave of her juices with a loud shriek, a vast majority of the liquid pleasure trapped by Sam's knot. As for Wolf, the natural tightness of Terra's cavern amplified by her own orgasm proved too much for him. With a final thrust, popped his own knot inside of her as both and Sam simultaneously unloaded ropes of thick, potent cum from their spasming cocks, flooding both Terra and Diane's wombs with their seed, the warm feeling sending both girls into another orgasm as Diane buried her face into Sam's chest and Terra's into he couch.

"Fuck," Diane moaned as she felt Sam, his orgasm having subsided, step away from the pole, supporting her by her ass until he felt his back rest against the pole after turning around. As carefully as possible, Sam slid down the pole until his ass hit the stage floor. Diane, pulling herself from Sam's chest, re-positioned herself so that she now straddled his waist, surprising Sam by rolling her hips, massaging his shaft with her tight walls. But, after about five minutes, Sam was able to pull his knot out of Diane, and Wolf from Terra after a few more thrusts, allowing their combined juices to seep from their openings.

"Shit," both girls moaned as she felt the mix of fluids seep from her abused pussy.

"You four look like you had fun."

Looking up at the source of the voice, the quartet of horny lovers looked to see that Webbs, Claws and Scar were watching them with sly smirks, and fully clothed, a clear sign that they all had since finished having their own fun, especially evident by the fact that Webb's belly seemed a bit distended, and the crotch of her pants damp, a clear sign Scar had filled her up good. Upon realizing that they had had an audience, Dax smiled sheepishly as deep blush crept through his fur.

Terra on the other hand…

"I did," she said, walking up to Sam, "in fact, I'd say Mr. Wolf's better than you, Sam."

"OH! You wound me my dear," Sam playfully groaned, placing a hand over his heart, earning his overdramatic reaction a series of laughs from the others.

"Well, we're heading out Webbs," Claws said, "just lock up when you're done."

"Sure thing Boss," Webbs said with a giggle. And what happened next, Wolf had to fight the erection that wanted to return as Terra and Claws engaged in a quick make out session, their tongues battling in full view of him and the others. But, alas, all good things must come to an end as the session ended so the group could leave the club.

"So, how about we get dressed as bounce?" Diane inquired of Wolf, who stiffly nodded his head as he began to gather his clothes. And once he was fully dressed, the two left the bar with Webbs, who locked up after Sam and Terra, who both fully dressed themselves, were out., Sweets locking the door behind them before getting on Wolf's car. Before long, the two were on their way to a hotel that Winston had put them up at.

"So," Wolf yelled over the sound of his car and the wind, "new Job already Webbs?"

"YEP!" Webbs responded with a laugh.

"You are looking at the new D.J. for the Moonlight Howl! And it's a win-win…I get a job at what Is basically sex club, and a cover for the mission."

"Not a bad idea Webbs," Diane said with a smile.

"In fact, we should probably look at finding covers for ourselves, Wolf."

Wolf, after taking a moment to muse over the prospect, simple nodded his head, his mind elsewhere as he looked as Diane's still open tops, her breast still in full view.

"So," he finally said rather nonchalantly, catching Diane's attention.

"You and Sam used to date."

Diane stilled at this, but let a mischievous smirk spread on her lips.

"Awe," she cooed in a mockingly sweet way, making Webbs laugh out loud, especially at the look at Wolf's flustered face.

"Is the Big Bad Wolf jealous?"

Wolf only managed to give Diane a stink eye, the fox never losing her triumphant smirk.

"It's bit more complicated than that," she finally said, giving Wolf's leg a reassuring squeeze as she started to clarify.

"You see, Sam and Terra are swingers, as are a lot of people in the city. You've seen that Jasper is very, shall we say, uninhibited. But, they do have principles, so naturally there are rules. Basically, during the day everything happens behind closed doors, and you have to be within the age of consent, and if you're not then there is a curfew for after dark. In short, Jasper has a reputation as the 'Town of Free Love.'"

"Oh, so you and Sam just hooked up from time to time in the past?"

"Yeah," Diane said in a sultry voice, hiding a hint of nervousness as she didn't want to reveal to much to wolf about her and Sam's unprofessional…and PROFESSIONAL past, for safety reasons.

"And if you're lucky, maybe Terra and I can scissor on that big cock of yours every now and then. So, I hope you enjoy it here while you can."

And with that message whispered in ear, Wolf realized one thing as a lustful smirk formed on his lips.

I think I will.

Chapter Text

Chapter by Dax, Edited by Sam

The moon still shone brightly as the cool spring breeze rustled the leaves in the tree. In the distance, the call of a lone owl echoed over the mountainous terrain of dense forests, the deep foliage framing the edgings of the deserted two-lane route.

Well…almost deserted, as evident by the sound of a loud, rumbling engine.

Cruising along the winding road, his back resting against the seat of his all-black Harley Davidson, a silver-furred wolf, clad in a brown leather jacket, black tea shirt, jeans and black leather cowboy boots, took a deep breath as he relished the picturesque evening, his mismatched eyes, the right green and the left blue, scanning his surroundings as he began to come up on the city limits of a town he was looking for.

Jasper, a small town in the heart of Alberta, where the lone rider planned to write a little exposé about the little town and the surrounding area. But, Dax Sterling had received some warnings about the town, many slyly, and some seductively saying that Jasper was a place where "Business is Pleasure, and Pleasure is Business."

Cruising into Town, Dax stopped at one of the local bus stops, puzzled to see what appeared to be a young female wolf sitting on the bench, her knees brought up to her chest in an upright fetal position. Curiosity, and of course concern, caused Dax to pull over to the bus stop. Upon pulling up, he noticed that the girl was dressed in denim jeans that were ripped at the knees, a simple black t-shirt, and her feet protected only by black, opened toed heels.

"Excuse me," Dax called, "are you alright?"

When the girl lifted her head, Dax was stunned to see the face of a beautiful cream-colored she-wolf. And her eyes, to him they looked like the deepest pools of golden light. In fact, he thought that if he looked into them long enough, he might go blind. But upon closer inspection of the young woman, who he surmised was twenty-five, at least, Dax could make out tear stains on her cheeks, which were made obvious from her running mascara.

"Oh, Sorry," the female responded, moving quickly to wipe away any evidence that she had been crying.

"Yes I'm fine. Just waiting for my bus."

At that moment Dax knew that the stunning beauty was trying to change the subject, but he didn't want to make her anymore upset than she obviously already was.

"OK. I was just checking."

Pausing for a moment, Dax decided that he might as well try to make the stranger feel better.

"You want me to give ya lift?"

The she-wolf appeared to instantly perk up at the invitation, her eyes wide in surprise at being invited to join a wolf who appeared at least seven years older than her. But, after a moment of thinking, and with the night she had had so far, she decided;

"What the hell!"

Hoping onto the Harley, the female beamed at Dax, who returned the smile as he zoomed down the road. Arriving in town, Dax pulled into the parking lot of a local bar he was familiar with, which was called De'd Dog's Bar and Grill. After stepping off of the motorcycle, Dax offered a hand to his lovely passenger, who flashed him a grateful smile. Entering the aforementioned eatery, which appeared to be empty save for a few late night stragglers, Dax and the female sat at the bar, with the bartender, a zebra, almost immediately coming to take their drink orders. Dax ordered a regular Heineken, while his new friend ordered a strawberry daiquiri. After the drinks had arrived, Dax decided to strike up a conversation.

"So sweets," he began.

"HOLD UP!" She quickly interrupted, making Dax jump as he looked into her wide eyes, "how do you know my name?!"

At first very confused, Dax's own eyes suddenly went wide in realization as he realized he had seen the wolf before…or rather in a selfie sent to him by an old friend. And needless to say, the sexy image of the busty girl on here back as his friend had his cock buried in her ass as they both flashed a piece sign and wink would be forever engrained in his head.

"Yer Sammy's friend Sweets, aren't ya?"

"Who?" she inquired, a little confused as to who Dax was referring to.

"Sam O'Brien?" Dax clarified, making the girl's eyes go wide as huge smile spread across her muzzle.

"OMG!" Sweets suddenly exclaimed as she finally took the time to study the male sitting by her side.

"My Landlord!" she interjected harshly.

"The bastard tried to rape me…and at the place I work!" Sweets angrily ranted. But, as Dax noticed, Sweets's anger seemed to shift towards sorrow, a thin line of tears forming in her eyes as she desperately tried to wipe them away. And it was at that moment that Dax realized that the poor girl had been through so much. But, to her further surprise, and confusion, Dax could see a small smile tug at her lips.

"luckily, these really nice vixen stopped him before he and his friends could…"

At that point, Sweets just couldn't hold it in any more.

Seeing Sweets on the verge of tears, Dax pulled her into a tight embrace, soon feeling her shoulders shutter as her body was wracked with sobs. Dax's heart broke as he witnessed the young woman break down. Using his hands, Dax brought Sweets's face up to meet his, cupping both of her cheeks as he used his thumbs to wipe her tears away. And at that moment, Dax could see in Sweets's eyes anger, sadness, pain, and the strongest of all, loneliness.

What happened next shocked Sweets greatly; Dax leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

Sweets, although surprised at first, slowly closed her eyes as she melted into the kiss, grasping Dax's hands with her own, moaning with Dax as he put so much passion into this one moment. But soon, the kiss started to become more heated, as evident when Dax felt Sweets brush her tongue against his teeth and lips, begging for entrance. Dax, not being one to deny such a lovely lady, granted her access, his larger tongue meeting hers. Lucky for them, the other patrons had already left and the bartender was in the back preparing to close up.

But Dax and Sweets didn't care, as evident by their lustful moans filling the eatery. At one point, Dax grew bold and slid one of his hands down Sweets's back and past her tail, stopping only when he reached her rear. Sweets quickly broke the kiss, letting out a loud gasp as she felt Dax's strong hand squeeze her rump, soon moaning shamelessly as he began to massage the luscious buttock. Deciding to return the favor, Sweets ran one of her hands down Dax's clothed chest, shuttering as she was able to feel some definite muscle underneath. Eventually, she reached the waist of Dax's pants, quickly unbuckling his belt and undoing his button and fly in the process.

"SWEETS!" Dax moaned as he felt the young woman snake her hand into his boxers, gently fondling his cock and balls. Sweets's eyes actually grew wide at the feeling of how big it was, even though she couldn't see it. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

"Sorry you two," the zebra bartender said as he emerged from the back, "time to lock up."

Luckily, the two lovers had just enough time to pull away from each other, Dax having barely enough to refasten his pants and belt. Flashing the bartender an understanding smile, Dax, pulling a fifty from his wallet, placed it on the counter.

"Sure thing, bud," Dax told the wide-eyed bartender, "keep the change."

With that, Dax and Sweets left the restaurant, returning to the former's motorcycle, Dax being a gentleman by helping Sweets on, who flashed him a flirtatious smile. Dax shuddered and felt himself grown harder in his pants when he saw Sweets lick her lips. Before long, the two were cruising down Highway 93 towards Sweet's apartment, the female having given the address to Dax as they left.

But Dax was in for a hell of a surprise.

Sweets, with a devious smirk, reached into Dax's boxers, her hand quickly finding what she was looking for before pulling it out. When she did, Sweets's eyes widened in a mixture of shock, horror, and of course, lust as she looked over Dax's shoulder. To her great surprise, Dax's cock measured at an impressive 11-inches-long, with a girth that made it so Sweets could barely wrap her hand around it. And the knot, well, it appeared the size of a baseball. Sweets shuddered.

How the fuck is this going to fit in me? she thought to herself, only to shrug it off as she figured if she could take Sam in her ass, she could take Dax. Even then, she didn't care as her lust took over as she began to slowly stroke the huge shaft, making Dax moan in the process. Taking this as a sign to continue, Sweets brought her other hand forward, placing it above the first. To Dax, the feeling was equivalent to getting a tandem handjob as Sweets began to pick up speed on his ever hardening dick. Before long, Sweets's efforts were yielding results as she saw a fair amount of precum leak from the tip of Dax's shaft.

But, just as Sweets was getting into it, she quickly noticed that they had pulled into the parking lotof her apartment. At that moment, a devious smile formed on Sweets's face as she quickly bolted from the motorcycle, followed close behind by Dax, both not caring, but secretly glad that the lateness of the hour meant that the neighbors wouldn't see their current state of undress.

As Dax and Sweets entered her apartment, the silver wolf was shocked to see that she was living in such a small place. The bedroom was pretty much connected to kitchen, the bathroom was almost closest size, and the washer and dryer were in the corner next to her bed.

And to Dax's surprise…the floor was strewn with toys.

Not sex toys, but KIDS toys, from dolls, to coloring books and the like.

But then, Dax remembered that Sam had mentioned Sweets was a single mother raising a seven-yar-old girl. Which was hardly a deal breaker for him. Hell, he had a kid of his own for crying out loud. Fifteen, smart, and just as horny as his old man. In fact, Dax's boy was part of a student exchange program, attending Old Scona in Edmonton, which was also part of the reason Dax was in Alberta…he missed his boy.

"I know it don't look like much, but it's home," Sweets said, pulling Dax from his musings as he saw her opening her fridge, only to slam the door shut after seeing there was nothing to eat.

Dax looked at Sweets sadly.

"This place looked bigger from the outside," Dax said with a laugh.

"Also, Sam mentioned you had a 'Lil Missy?'"

"Yeah, Ruth," Sweets said with a laugh as she pulled out her phone, going to her gallery before showing Dax a selfie of her and an adorable pup, her rust-colored fur possibly a trait of her biological father. But, to Dax's utmost surprise, he found that the girl had heterochromia…like him. Her right eye blue and the left green.

"Sorry you don't get to meet her tonight," Sweets said, swiping away form the gallery to go to the contacts, tapping one that Dax barley made out as "Tony's Pizzeria."

"A friend of mine and her husband are watching her…let me just say I hate being called into work on short notice."

Dax let out a huff of a laugh at that, though more so at of nervousness as years ago he didn't like getting "called into work" either.

Later that night after sharing a pizza, Dax and Sweets were seated on an old fold up couch. After a brief talk about their lives before coming to Jasper, Sweets brought up an interesting detail about herself.

"Dax," she said, blushing, "I thought you should know…Ruth's dad isn't in the picture anymore."

Dax grinned more than he intended, even though he couldn't help feeling skeptical. He raised a brow and gave her a quick smirk.

"Really, he isn't. And I mean I've dated some guys after," she admitted with a sheepish smile. "But...um…"

The silver wolf waited, but not patiently.

"I'm...I'm just looking for the right man. Technically," Sweets finally admitted.

Dax was at a loss for words. He gazed at his curvy, scantily clad she-wolf not knowing if he should believe her. His cock throbbed heavily as he silently admitted what an overtly sexual creature she was. The "technically" part was racing through his mind and raising a chaotic slew of questions he wasn't sure he really wanted to know the answers to.

And then there was that intense throbbing of his impossibly hard cock as it oozed a heavy flow of precum straight into his boxer short. He poured more whiskey into his glass and took a slow pull, buying time to gather his thoughts while his 's eyes never strayed away from his face. There was an expectant look in her eyes, almost apprehensive, but he felt like there was no right thing to say next.

"That's a good thing, isn't it, Dax?" Sweets finally said.

"Of course it is, baby. It's just... kind of an unusual thing to admit to the guy who you fucked at the bar in a strip club, don't you think?"

"I guess," she replied, smiling but looking down shyly. "But I just wanted you to know. I can't explain why. I kinda hoped you'd be that guy."

Sweets actually blushed. Her robe was constantly loosening and falling open wider to expose more of her enormous tits, barely covered by her red lace slip, but her unexpected confession made her face turn almost as red as her outfit. Dax knew to believe her then, and he instantly placed his hand onto of hers.

"Oh Sweets. I'd be proud to be your boyfriend... but ... well ... That's one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard. But…"

"Yes, Dax? What?" she asked, her heart beating faster now.

"I'm not sure you needed to say anything about the technically part."

Sweets blushed even harder but uttered a giggle. "Geeze, Dax," she said. "A girl has to be prepared to take certain steps to keep a guy from being too eager."

Then Sweets got off the couch and moved to her bed and laid down. Her body was positioned in such a way that Dax had a good view of her. "Well..." she said in a sultry voice. "Are you going to join me?"

Dax got up and stepped closer to her bed, gazing intently between her full, open thighs. Was it because of or despite her being his new girlfriend that he thought she had the smoothest, wettest, most beautiful pussy he'd ever seen? He wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything. The smell of her hot lust was growing stronger and filling his senses with blinding need. He finally pushed the waistband of his sweatpants down past his spunk-laden balls, allowing his hard, imposingly large cock to spring free.

"Holy smokes, Dax," Sweets gasped when she saw it.

He began stroking his thick shaft, aware of his 's gaze even though his own eyes were steadily trained on her pussy and playing fingers. Precum was oozing heavily from Dax's engorged knob while he began remembering how good his girlfriend's smooth pussy felt when he first slipped his aching rod into her slit.

"I can't believe that I going to fuck twice in the same night," he groaned, not thinking about what he was saying. "That pussy is just too beautiful to resist."

Sweets purred and rocked her hips.

"And it's all yours Dax."

She giggled briefly, but then the sound of her gasping breath took over again.

Dax could barely speak himself, but his curiosity about her sex life was more than he could avoid.

"How could a girl with a body like yours ever not not find a boyfriend until tonight?"

Sweets stared back at her silver wolf and slipped a finger up inside her sopping wet hole.

"All the men I ever met just wanted sex, not a relationship, just like my baby's father," she explained between gasps.

"But you were different."

"Fuck," he groaned. She made it sound as much like an invitation as a boast. His cock was painfully hard, and he had no idea how he was going to keep himself from fucking her like a mad dog. There just didn't seem to be any way a man could live under the same roof with a girl like her and not need her as much as he needed her now. She was a real fighter and slut all rolled up into one, stunningly hot package, but she was still a woman who needed some sort of protection.

And Dax was her man.

With her free hand, Sweets fondled and squeezed her enormous globes while her other hand kept working over the wet folds of her smooth pussy. Dax kept stroking, fully aware of his horny girlfriend's steady gaze on his cock. With his free hand, he pushed his sweats further down and let them fall to the floor. Then he stepped closer to her bed and sat down on the edge where he had a clear view of her wet pussy and the undersides of her enormous tits.

"I'm sorry, baby," Dax groaned, his cock throbbing harder by the second. "I just can't help…"

"It's okay, Dax," his agonizingly voluptuous girlfriend replied. Then she spread her glistening pussy open with both hands. "I want you to see it close up. I was hoping you'd really like it. It makes me even wetter to have you looking right at it...finally. Oh yes, I've thought about this so many times tonight."

"Fuck, baby."

He spent a few moments just staring at Sweets' spread pussy, amazed and aching for her more than he ever ached for anything.

"Don't you know why I want you to see it, Dax?"

Dax just shook his head without taking his eyes off the girl's pneumatic body.

"Because it's yours," she sighed. "All yours, Dax. You're the one I've been waiting for."

"Fuck me," he muttered.

He kept staring at her, waiting for her to rub her pussy again, but she didn't. She just kept holding it spread.

"Don't you wanna taste me, Dax?" she said, barely above a whisper. "C'mon, Dax, please. I want you to lick it so bad. I love you so much and I want to give you everything that belongs to you."

Dax was all but paralyzed by Sweets's words. He finally dragged his eyes off her open pussy and looked at her face. She was staring back at him with a glazed look in her eyes. His solid cock was pulsing hard in the tight grip of his fist. No girl had ever looked at him the way Sweets was at that very moment, yet at the same time, he knew they were playing with the hottest kind of fire there was.

"Sweets, as writer I have stepped on a few tails and made a few enemies," he cautioned unconvincingly.

"Yeah, Dax, I know. I don't care about that."

"Good to know. But…"

He finished the thought by leaning down and sliding his tongue up and over his girlfriend's generously offered pussy. Sweets pulled in a sharp gasp when her silver wolf's tongue lit up her heavily tingling pussy. Her hips rolled instantly in response, her gasp turning to moans while Dax eagerly slathered his tongue all around her creamily delicious slit. He soon focused his attention on her clit and slipped a finger up inside her hole at the same time.

Dax's finger curled and twisted inside his girlfriend, searching for her g spot while he suckled and lapped at her fully swollen clit. She could barely form words as she gasped and moaned, her luscious body now writhing with desire.

Sweets's pussy oozed heavily the more her silver wolf licked and fingered her. Her cream was sweet, tangy and intensely intoxicating. Dax probed at her hole with his finger and the tip of his tongue at the same time, but he soon drew his soaking wet finger out of her hole and wedged it under her tail and between her ass cheeks, searching for her puckered asshole.

Sweets gasped deeply and lifted her legs up higher, giving her silver wolf better access to her asshole. He massaged her tight bud with his honey-coated finger and made deep, hungry love to her pussy with his mouth.

"Oh, fuck me, Dax!" she cried, her hips rolling harder and harder against her man's mouth and finger.

Sweets's body went tense for a few moments and then relaxed. Dax backed off and watched her languish after her orgasm, pausing briefly to catch her breath. Then she shifted her body and took the hem of her outfit into her hands and peeled it off over her head. Dax pulled off his T shirt and slid over on top of her luscious body, grinding his rock-hard cock against her pussy as he lowered himself to kiss her.

Sweets whimpered while Dax's chest mashed down against her heavy, naked tits. They felt amazing against his body, and he was beyond reason when his girlfriend's mouth opened and set her tongue into motion against his.

Dax had never kissed any girl so hard or hungrily in his life. Nor had any kissed him back the way his own, incredible girlfriend was. At the same time, she was grinding her slick, wet pussy against his cock as hard as he was grinding against her. Then he squeezed his hands in between them and grasped at her enormous tits, kneading them eagerly with his strong hands.

He released her mouth and said, "Baby girl, reach down there and put my cock inside you for me. I need that pussy bad, but I can't bring myself to let go of these fantastic tits now that I finally have my hands on them."

Sweets giggled happily and kissed him again while she worked her hands down between their naked bodies. Finally, she got one hand on her pussy and spread herself open while she wrapped the other around her silver wolf's thick cock.

"Oh Baby, fuck, Dax you're so fucking hard," she cooed. "Oh hell, fuck me deep."

Dax let out a loud moan. His girlfriend's pussy felt so tight and smooth, and they both groaned as his rock-hard flesh gradually filled her body. They looked at each other in disbelief, even though nothing had ever felt more right or natural.

Dax growled as he began to pump his cock in and out of Sweets's spectacular body with long strokes. His grip on his tits went tighter and he lowered his head to suck and lick on her swollen nipples.

Sweets whimpered with pleasure, wrapping her legs around her silver wolf's hips and grinding her pussy hard against his thrusting cock. It wasn't long before he was straining to hold on and keep fucking his precious girl deep and hard. She didn't make it any easier because of the way she was moaning, and her pussy squeezed his pounding cock every time she came.

Sweets felt so happy, so safe and so pleasured by how Dax had treated her. Not only had he saved her from being raped, he had shown nothing but respect to her. She only hoped that he could land a job at the Moonlight Howl with her.

Finally, Dax raised himself up on his hands while he pumped his girlfriend's succulent pussy as hard and fast as he could, watching her pretty face twist with pleasure while her massive tits heaved with the force of his lunging body.

"Gimme your cum, Dax. I want it in me...fuck!"

With a final, frenzied volley of full body thrusts, Dax's pulsing cock exploded in Sweets's pussy, filling her with a hot flow of jetting spunk.

After that, they spent a long time kissing while Dax caressed the girl's beautiful tits. He kept his cock buried inside her until his dick finally started to relax and go limp.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, and Dax knew he had the girl he always needed right there with him.

But, while the two were loving the state of euphoria they were in, a wolf and a cougar, residing in a dark jail cell, were currently being obligated to relieve their angry friend of his pent-up frustration. But even as his head was held face down on the dirty bunk mattress, his nine-inch-cock swaying uselessly beneath him as Strom angrily pounded his tight passage, Hench just couldn't deny the pain and pleasure of having his ass stuffed felt like heaven to the newly converted masochist.

Nearby, Kako's naked body was splayed out on the floor, asshole gaping wide and overflowing with cum from the ruthless pounding he took from Strom. And as any passing cop could see, Kako's stomach was heavily distended, almost like a female cougar pregnant with triplets. And if they were to lean in, they could hear Kako mumbling.

"More…" he moaned as he unconsciously fingered his overflowing asshole, a dumb, fucked-stupid smile on his face as his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

"Please," he moaned again as he moved his fingers in and out of his enlarged hole, "want more teddy dong."

And lucky for Kako, he got what he wanted when a pair of cops, both bears to boot, opened the cell briefly to pull Kako out, the cougar's mouth watering as the buff ursines whipped out their hard fourteen-inch cocks before fucking him silly, the cougar's eyes rolling into eh back of his head as he was spit roasted by laughing bears, his stomach and throat bulging as a result, the smiling feline eagerly stroking his own ten-inch cock as this happened, his abdomen soon swelling a bit more from the copious amounts of cum being pumped into him, the feeling causing the cougar to start firing hot strands of cum from his own cock as a result.

And as the cops pulled out of the cougar, the feline landing on the cell floor with a thud and a moan, his ass and mouth leaking cum, Hench, who was held in a full-nelson by Strom, moaned shamelessly as his hard cock bounced as Strom thrusted up into his tantalizingly tight ass, her larger balls slapping into his own as his stomach bulged out in a large tubular shape, the wolf bolstering the same fucked-stupid smile as Kako

"Yes," he whispered as Strom's arms hooked under his knees and his hands clasped behind his head, the wolf's, tear-filled rolling into the back of his head as he felt his stomach started to swell from Strom's cum, the bear smiling wickedly as he heard the wolf moan like a whore as thick strands of cum erupted from his cock as the last bit of Strom's cum flooded his bowels, the canine's belly swelling larger and larger as Strom seemed to dump barrels of cum deep into him.

And not five seconds later, Hench was on his knees

"Clean it good ya little shit," Strom ordered Hench as the wolf sucked the bear's cum-covered cock, copious amounts of the stuff also leaking out of his sore ass. But as Strom shoved every-inch of his fifteen-inch cock down Hench's throat, the two crooks' ears perked at the sound of their cell being opened, making way for a white-tailed buck and white satllion, who just smirked at the display, which the two criminals quickly broke up before standing to their feet, making themselves somewhat decent as Kako stood shakily to his feet as well, not even bothering to cover himself as he was still in a state of euphoric bliss.

"Alright you three," he said, "your bail's been posted."

At first confused over who paid their bail, Strom and Hench thought it better than to question this chance at freedom, the two leaving Kako behind with the cop, who smirked lustful as he watched the cougar present himself, his screams of pleasure as he ass was once again stuffed hitting Strom and Hench's ears. But just as the two rounded the corner into the stations main lobby, their eyes widened to see the last person they'd expected, leaning over the front desk, flirting with a giggling vixen dispatcher, his blood-red suit, which complimented his jet-black fur perfectly.

Cain Aldan, the Dark Wolf himself.

But the moment his crimson eyes caught the two crooks, the subordinates of the bear who had been side for quite some time, his smile faltered.

"Thank you, Officer," Cain said to the stallion, who just nodded his head before heading back to his join his colleague in fucking Kako, leaving the two criminals, the dispatcher, and Cain alone. And after a few minutes of just standing in silence, staring at the other, Cain gestured to Strom and Hench to follow him, which the two did, but with great reluctance.

"See ya handsome," the vixen called in a noticeable east-coast accent. Cain, being the lustful horn-dog he was, gave the lovley female a parting gift in the form of his tongue shooting down her throat and his hand groping her clothed crotch, the act lasting only five seconds before the wolf pulled away, sending the flustered female a playful wink and grin before leaving, the two crooks in tow. And needless to say, Strom and Hench did not appreciate being roughly tossed into the backseat of the limo by two gorilla thugs. And when the ride was underway, Louis got right to it.

"You two should be grateful that I decided against having you two whacked."

This definitely caught their attention, Hench visibly scared out of his mind, while Strom, who was nervous himself, managed to keep a cool composure.

"But, with certain matters coming to light," Louis continued with a sigh, "I feel that there are more important matters to attend than dealing with third-rate punks like yourselves. So, I am giving you a second chance to keep your heads down. But, if you want to avoid that hassle...I am willing to make a proposition."

While Strom was greatly annoyed by Cain's arrogance, Hench, despite his better judgement, opened his mouth.

"What sort of...proposition."

And needless to say, Hench stilled when he heard Strom growl loudly at Cain's offer.

"Drop King Bear and come work for me. If you don't…well, I'll let you use your imagination…pull over."

With that, the driver pulled the limo to the side of the road, Cain opening the door before the vehicle came to a full stop. Taking the hint, Strom and Hench got out of the limo, with the door slamming shut behind them. But, before pulling away, Cain rolled down his window, his gaze now solely on Hench, as he knew Strom's reaction was a definitive no. And as Cain spoke, he procured a card for Hench, with only a phone number.

"Hench...if you and your cock-loving cougar of a friend change your minds...give me a call."

And with a squeal of it's tires, the limo was gone, leaving the two crooks alone to think over the "offer" they had been given.

And Strom didn't know why...well he did...but he knew who he was going to fuck his frustrations out on.

In the morning, Dax awoke from a haze of dreams to look down and find his pretty, curvaceous girlfriend lying between his legs with her lips sliding up and down his swollen cock. When Sweets realized her silver wolf was awake and watching her, she released his big cock from her mouth, giving his shaft a long lick before greeting him.

"Good morning, Dax," she grinned sweetly, holding his cock against the side of her face. "It's time for breakfast."

Dax nodded and pulled Sweets up to him. The two of them kissed and he then climbed out of bed and headed for the small pantry. He opened it to only find a few boxes of crackers, a jar of peanut butter, and a can of baked beans.

"I think we better go out to eat," Dax said closing the pantry. Sweets agreed and hurried to take a shower. After she was all cleaned up, Dax showered and the two of them got dressed. Ufortnately, the moment they opened the door…

"Who the fuck is this?"

"None of your business, Strom," Sweets said with a growl, her teeth bared at her land lord, the sick son of bitch who nearly raped her the night before. But, much to Sweets's ire, Strom merely let out a deep huff of amusement as he barged his way in, shoving Dax out of the way, making the silver-furred wolf fall and hit his head on the wall, slightly dazing him as Strom grabbed Sweets by the throat.

"You know, fucking those two cucks last night was fun," he said with sadistic growl, his hand reaching for the zipper of his pants, Sweets's eyes going wide in horror as Strom held her against the wall by the door.

"But I think what I really want is pussy."

And what Strom said next made Sweets's blood run cold.

"And who knows, maybe I'll have some fresh pussy from your little girl."

It was at this point that Sweets knew…Strom was an evil monster without conscience or mercy.

But lucky for her…she had Dax.

Before Strom had a chance to react, he was doubled over in pain, his grip gone from Sweet's throat as he grabbed his crotch, which had been at the receiving end of a savage kick from Dax's boot.

"How about no, FUCK FACE!" Dax growled as he grabbed the back of Strom's head, the bear soon receiving a bloody nose as Dax slammed his face into wall. And once he was certain that the bear was out for the count, Dax sent a relived Sweets a smirk and a wink, making the girl giggle as she stepped over her barely conscious landlord, who only had enough time to get out one sentence before passing out.

"You have…til the end of the week…to pack your shit…and GET OUT!"

To Dax's surprise, Sweets didn't seem to care, as evident by the fact she just spat on her landlord's body before the two got on his motorcycle and headed into town to find a place to eat.

"Sorry I got you kicked out," Dax said over the wind, earning a shrug from Sweets.

"He was an asshole. Besides…I don't think my friend will mind housing one more."

The two let out a loud laugh at this. And before long, they were well underway.

It didn't take the hungry couple to arrive at Walter's Dining Room. The owner, Walter Magnum, ran the place with great respect for his family name and reputation. Sweets led Dax inside and had him sit with her at the bar. They order a grilled egg and cheese sandwich with a glass iced milk to go with it.

But just across from the bar was the park and, in the park, was the chief of police, Able Aldan. With him, his beautiful wife Rachel and their little pup Matthew. Now, for some strange reason, Matthew had been acting really tired, which worried Rachel. Able being concerned, felt it best to take Matthew home and let him rest.

"Come on son, time to go home and take a nap," he said.

But as Able took hold of his pup to lift him up, Matthew screamed and started crying. He wasn't having a tantrum, no, he was in great pain.

"Matthew! Baby, are you hurt?!" Rachel cried trying to comfort her crying child.

But no matter how hard she tried, Matthew only cried louder. Able quickly pulled out his cellphone and called for an ambulance. Within five minutes the paramedics arrived. And it went without saying that the spectacle was one that caused the hearts of every parent to go out to the family. But, they knew that Jasper Regional was the best place for the pup at that moment, for Little Matthew would be in the care of the best doctor in the city, Eve Lewis.

Twenty minutes after Matthew had been administered, Eve came out to see the worried faces of Able and Rachel.

"Eve," the white-furred officer said as he and Rachel stood to their feet, theirs eyes wide in worry.

"How is he?"

Being a mother herself, Eve hated to give the reports, but the Aldan couple had to know the truth.

And she knew that the only way to give the news, was fast…like ripping off a Band-Aid.

"Your son has a very rare type of bone cancer. It's bad, and the odds of survival are only 10%."

"What!?" Able gasped at hearing the news.

"No! I won't let that happen. Just tell me how much treatment will cost," he said pulling out his wallet and check book. But all Eve could do was let out a sad sigh as she placed her hand on his.

"It will cost millions. The cancer your son has is one of the rarest bone cancers in the world. Only about ten out of five hundred thousand every get diagnosed with it every ten years."

Able felt his world fall apart.

He didn't make or have enough money to even cover one round of treatment for his son. Matthew was his and Rachel's only child and he'd be damned if he didn't try and get the money. For the rest of the day, Able tried everything to get the money for Matthew's treatment, but nothing came out of it.

Fortunately, Able would get the money.

Unfortunately…it would be DIRTY money.

The sun was now setting when Dax and Sweets arrived at the Moonlight Howl after a long day.

Throughout the day, the new couple enjoyed themselves. Sweets showed Dax some of her favorite hangs in the city, the two actually sharing some as Dax mentioned a few spots were his favorites whenever he visited Sam. But the day wasn't just for sightseeing. At one point, Sweets had Dax swing by her friend Candy's house, the silver-wolf getting a little show when the two she-wolves greeted each other with hot, tongue-filled kiss.

But Dax wasn't at all bothered, as he found it very hot.

During the visit, Dax had become acquainted with Candy, the rusty-furred female sending him a flirtatious wink every know and again, and her husband Michael Swanson, but everyone just called him Mooch. But, the one Dax was most excited to meet was little Ruth, the little pup taking an instant shine to Dax, especially when she discovered that they both where heterochromic. In the end, Sweets explained to Candy her situation. And Candy, being the great friend she was, agreed to let Sweets and Ruth stay as long as they needed.

And for Sweets, this called for celebration, which was why she and Dax were at her place of employment.

The parking lot was empty except for a few cars with men waiting for the doors to officially open in an hour. Sweets led Dax inside through the employee entrance, there he was surprised to see all the staff lined up in groups. The two bosses, Scars and Claw were smiling at the silver wolf, who was regular whenever he was in town.

"Welcome back Dax," Claw said offering her hand to Dax.

"Thanks Claw," he said shaking it.

"Well, well, well…look who it is," an Irish voice sounded from behind Dax, the Texan smiling a big old smile as he turned to see one of his oldest friends, tailed by his lovely Hispanic wife, both decked out for the knight, with Sam shirtless in an Irish-tartan kilt, and Terra with only open-toed high heels, leaving her nothing but what God gave her.

"SAMMY BOY!" Dax called as he enveloped the Irish-wolf in a tight embrace, the two friends laughing as their tales wagged.

"I see you met Sweets," Sam responded as he pulled away, gesturing to the blushing female who offered her two cents.

"Meet…and fucked."

"Damn you work fast," Sam said with a laugh, learning a round of laughter from the others as well.

"Tell me about," Sweets said, her expression briefly turning sour.

"Took Strom out in two hits." Everyone froze at this, the only sound pervading their ears being the beats from the DJ booth, which Dax had noticed was being run by a rather cute tarantula.

"Strom got out?" Scars inquired, his arm wrapping protectively around Claw. And as he did, Dax happened to notice that Sam seemed a bit…unnerved. And Dax had known Sam logn enough to know that when he was n edge, he should be as well.

"Y-yeah," Dax said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he turned his attention away from his friend.

"Kinda wish I didn't do that. Bastard kicked out Sweets and her girl cause of it."

"B-BUT DON'T WORRY!" Sweets suddenly interjected upon noticing all the worried glances being sent her way.

"Candy and Mooch said they'd put us up until we found a new place."

"Sweets," Terra cooed as she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "you should have come to me. Sam and I would have no problem putting you up. You know we have the space for it. And Ruth would be thrilled to death staying with her favorite baby-sitter."

"Thanks T," Sweets responded with a kind smile, "but you guys have already done so much for me."

"Well," Sam added in with huff, "just know our door's always open."

But while the trio were having there conversation, Sam was listening into a proposition that Claw was making to Dax.

"So, seems you're pretty strong if you can take out Strom that easily?"

"I suppose," Dax said with a laugh, only for his laugh to falter as Claw examined his admittedly fit frame.

"Ever thought of getting a job here? We're in need of an extra bouncer."

"W-well, I don't…" Dax began to say, only to feel a strong hand on his shoulder. And upon turning to face the owner, Dax was met with the smiling Face of Sam…whose eyes did not convey that same aura of friendship.

"Dax," he said in a dangerously low voice.

"Have a drink with me…we'll be right back Claw."

Before Dax or Claw could protest, Sam led Dax to the bar.

"Hey Babs," Sam said to the lovely Cocker Spaniel behind the counter, who Dax noticed was completely nude, save for a black apron that barley covered her busty chest.

"Double Jameson on the Rocks, please."

"Of course, Samuel," the lovely canine said, reaching up to get a bottle of Jack Daniels, which gave Dax a clear view of her round apple-shaped ass. But, before he could really enjoy the show, Babs had placed the two glasses before the two males, Sam raising his in thanks as the spaniel went on with her work.

"Samuel?" Dax inquired with a mischievous wink.

"Yeah, Babs is pretty formal," Sam added in, only to notice Dax offering his glass to him. Taking the hint, the Irish-wolf smiled as they clinked their glasses before slow drag. But, once the two glasses were set back down on their coasters, the real conversation began.

"Take the job…I need ya here."

Dax froze, the smooth whiskey sitting in his mouth before it could even travel down his throat.

"What?" he said after finally swallowing the drink, the warm burn quite welcoming to him.

"Fay Davis doesn't need…"

"Fay Davis died sixteen years ago," Sam interrupted, sending Dax a hard glare, the silver wolf only shrugging it off.

"And Wild Bill Daxton died TEN years ago, what's yer point?"

"My point is there's a storm coming, Bill."

Dax froze at this.

Sam hadn't called him that for…well, ten years.

"Fay Davis doesn't ask from help…but Sam O'Brian does."

Dax then looked over at Sam, the Irish-wolf looking forlorn at his drink, only to lift his gaze to meet his friend's. And Dax, upon noticing that Sam had more to add, could only sigh as a trace of a smile formed on his lips.

"You've changed Fay…and for the better."

It was then that Sam knew that it was time for Dax to speak.

"You knew exactly who you were Fay, what you were meant to be…always did."

Dax paused for a moment, pondering as he swirled his drink.

"Me," he continued with a sigh, looking up as he stared blankly at the shelves of booze in front of him.

"I'm still looking…and I don't think I want to look anymore."

"Watch'ca saying, Bill?" am inquired, knowing full well what his friend wanted to say…he just wanted to hear it.

"I miss the old days, Fay. Sure, Diane gave me my boy, and I'm glad to have him, but…I miss it. The three of us against the world."

There was a long pause after that. And for the next minute or so the two friends just sat in silence.

That is until Dax spoke again after taking a long drag of whiskey.

"And don't sit there and lie to me that you don't."

Sam could only let out a long sigh as he looked at his own drink, now clasped in both of his hands as he stared at his reflection.

"Of course I miss it…but I wouldn't trade what I have now for any that."

With that, Sam looked to Dax, a sad smile on his lips as he placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder.

"And I know you wouldn't either."

And despite himself, Dax allowed himself to smile, once again offering his glass to Sam. But as Dax took another hit, Sam just kept taking, his face now dead serious.

"But you should take the job."

Dax almost choked on his drink before turning, wide-eyed, to Sam.

"What…why?"

"Something's coming, Bill. Something BIG. And it's something that if left unchecked not only put's ourselves at risk, but our families at risk."

The answer was low, but firm. And Wild Bill Daxton knew that if Fay Davis was worried…

He should be too.

"What is it?" Dax finally asked, realizing it was best to hear his friend out.

Letting out a sigh, Sam continued.

"Axis is real."

Dax stilled at this.

Even though Sam had been out f the field for sixteen years, he still held this rather OBSESSIVE fixation on the entity know as Axis…the one who orchestrated the current Crime War in Zootopia.

"Are you sure."

"Damn Sure," Sam promptly responded to his friends bewildered question.

"And it must be bad because Winston recruited Mason Canis and Terra Webbs."

"Mr. Wolf and Ms. Tarantula…The Bad Guys?" Dax inquired, his own knowledge of the former crime group quite evident in his tone, especially when he looked back at the busty tarantula in the DJ booth.

"Yeah," Sam responded, only for a nervous, but still cheeky smile to from on his lips.

"And Diane came with them."

The moment that name hit his ears, Dax felt his heart skip a beat. In truth, he was hoping he wouldn't have to see Diane so soon after their most previous meeting…

But apparently, it was inevitable now.

And with what Sam said next…even more so.

"I'm not asking as a friend…I'm asking as a friend, Husband, and FATHER."

Looking into his friend's eyes, Dax knew there was no way out of it.

And so, after letting out a sigh, Dax shrugged as he raised his glass one more time.

"Guess I'm in."

Sam smiled as he followed suit.

"Hey…it'll be just like old times."

A clink and a gulp later, Dax was standing in front of Claw.

"I trust you changed your mind about the bouncer job?" Claw said, arms crossed as an encouraging smile etched itself on her face. And while Dax was still hesitant, the look he exchanged with both Sam and Sweets helped strengthen his resolve.

And so, with a sigh and a smile…

"I guess so."

Upon hearing this, Claw, her smile still present, gestured for Dax to follow her, giving him the tour before being introduced to the team.

"…And here at the Moonlight Howl, we treat our workers like family. Nobody slanders or mistreats others. No drinking while on duty. We don't permit dishonesty, no stealing of the other's well-earned tips. And we also strongly enforce the rule of "No means No!" so that our performers will feel safe here, Dax," Claw explained as she led him first to the servers/bartenders.

"You already know Sweets," Claw smiled as she patted the cream furred beauty on the shoulder, taking him back to the bar where the spaniel female was now joined by a very campy looking mongrel, who was helping the female relax by hot-dogging a thick ten-inch stiffy between her ass cheeks.

"Lawrence and Babs Bennet, but we just call them 'Lady and the Tramp'" she said, then an orange tabby walked up, fully dressed as compared to his fellow bartenders.

"Meet the smooth, but charming, Thomas O'Malley."

"Nice to meet the guy who saved my favorite wolf," O'Malley said as he gave Dax a slap on the back.

"Nice to meet you, guys," the silver wolf smiled, then he was led to the where the strippers were standing.

"You already know Sam and Terra, but..." Claw then pointed to a Native American horse couple waved at him.

"Mathew 'Spirit' & Rain 'Little Creek' Colt," Claw smiled then pointed at a long-haired purebred white Turkish Angora cat with blue eyes. Dax stared in awe at her beauty, however her eyes were a true sight to behold, they shined like sapphires and the collar she wore was gold with diamonds.

"Hello, I'm Duchess O'Malley," she said with a slight French accent.

"I am very glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Stirling." she said with a heavy French accent, shaking the silver wolf's hand. Then add when she saw his mismatched eyes, "What pretty eyes."

"Thank you, Duchess," he replied.

"And please, call me Dax."

Then he was introduced to dog couple named Will and Rita Dodger, A lioness duo that was clearly mother and daughter, Zira and Vitani Taka. Then another lioness who Dax recognized as Kiara Hanes, daughter to King Simba Hanes from the Pride Lands of Zootopia.

Then there was the graceful Italian jaguar, Gia Estrada, The strong Vitaly Sakovich from Russia. Both were once circus performers but ended up becoming strippers when their acrobatic skills were scouted by Claw.

Two twin wolves named Lyle and Link who were pretty much known for being bi and the mayor's favorite dancers.

Finally, there was Sarah "Mittens" Bolton, a black tuxedo cat, who Dax remembered as the wife of an old friend, the best porn director in the industry, John "Bolt" Bolton.

After that, Claw left Dax in the hands of Scars. He led Dax to the bouncers. A pair of dogs named Kevin "Balto" Wells and Jim "Steele" Fraser, then a lion pair of lions who were brothers, Nuka and Kovu Taka.

"You will be working with them, so get yourself a stab vest and hat and we can get this show on the road," Scars said handing Dax his bouncer uniform. The silver wolf hurried to the back and got dressed.

And when the doors opened, huge crowds of men and women flocked in to enjoy the night's festivities. But soon, all eyes were on the main entrance as King Bear himself, Alex O'Conner entered, followed by his wife Belle and her star pupil, Shenzi Jaclyn, the hyena.

The ursine couple then proceeded to their favorite VIP room in the back. A great sigh of relief was felt throughout the Moonlight Howl, but just then, Able Aldan made his entrance and headed for the back to try and make a deal with the devil.

He was surely going to regret this, but it was all for his son.

Chapter Text

Chapter by Dax and Sam

Able's heart pounded in his ears as he made his way across the room, his attention squarely on the doorway that lead back to the VIP section of the Moonlight Howl. But his heart didn't pound from the excitement of where he was. And while many a male, and quite frankly many a female would stop and enjoy the show of several sexy strippers, either fondling their tits, rubbing their pussies or stroking their cocks, Able was more focus on following the door lined hall, his eyes and ears picking up the lewd scenes of several sexy encounters occurring.

And at the very end of the hall, behind a pair of double doors, King Bear, his wife Belle sat next to him, watched with great lust as Shenzi began to dance for them on the stage in the center of the room. And Able had entered just in time as the sexy hyena removed her top, giving the Ursine couple a chance to test her skills. And while Able did start to feel his pants getting tighter, he tried to remain focused as he made his way towards King Bear, only for the white wolf to be stopped by Strom, Louis, and another brown bear, one Able recognized as King Bear's third-in-command, Killer. But even with three massive bears blocking his way, Able refused to back down for the sake of his son.

"I need to see your boss," he told Strom, who merely scoffed as he held Able back with a large hand on his shoulder.

"Well maybe he doesn't want to see you," he replied giving Able a threatening glare, his teeth bared as the wolf and bear stared daggers at each other. However, King Bear already heard about the pickle Able was in. After all, he wouldn't be the best crime boss in Jasper if he didn't have good resources.

"Hey," he said turning to Strom, his best enforcer looking over his shoulder to see his boss teasingly wag his finger.

"Tsk, Tsk, Strom," he said with a smug smirk.

"That kind behavior will not be allowed." Upon looking into his boss's eyes, Strom could see that, despite the playful smile, the anger in his gaze conveyed he was already on very thin ice. And so, letting out an annoyed huff, Strom, along with his ither two colleagues, reluctantly let Able pass, the police chief straighten his casual blazer as he made his way over to the mighty ursine crime boss, who turned to Able with a somewhat pleasant smile.

"You wanted to see me, Able?"

At that moment Able stilled, the chief finding his resolve slightly faltering as he worked up the courage to speak. And all the while, he could feel Kin bear's condescending smirk burning into the side of his face, so much so that he was now trying to focus on Shenzi, who was now dressed in only a pair of open-toed high heels and fishnet stockings as she grinded her pussy against the cold pole, much to very horny Belles pleasure, the female ursine having discarded her pants and panties to rub and finger her aching slit as she focused solely on her protégé instead of the conversation between her husband and the chief of police.

Realizing that he couldn't beat around the bush any longer, Able swallowed his pride as he turned to King Bear, only for his eyes to go wide as he noticed that O'Connor had fished his hard cock out of his pants, the ursine deftly stroking all sixteen inches of the girthy member as he continued to smirk at the white wolf by his side, who could only swallow the lump in his throat as he looked down at the floor, a deep blush bleeding through his fur as he spoke.

"Yes," he said, he finally said, trying his hardest to hind his growing erection through his pants.

"I need to take out a loan to pay for my son's treatment."

King Bear smiled from ear to ear.

He could only guess how painful this was for Able, an honest police chief with a clean record coming to him for money and trying his hardest to hide his painfully obvious arousal at the sight of such debauchery right beside him. But what King bear did next really made Able feel sick to his stomach. The massive ursine, shifting into a more comfortable spot in his seat, reached over, grabbing Able's wrist. And realizing he was in a position he could not resist, Able just went along with the bear's actions of placing his hand around the huge shaft, roughly guiding the smaller wolf in stroking it.

At that moment, much to Able's relief, Sweets walked in, dressed in only her plain black t-shirt and matching black heels, cum already leaking from her pussy from the multiple "tips" she had already received. And while King Bear was perturbed by the interruption, as it resulted in Able retracting his hand from his aching cock, he couldn't help but watch in curiosity as Sweets, usually confident when she served him, seemed to cower under the hungry, lustful gaze of Strom.

But, for now, he was willing to let it slide as he sent Sweets, to Able's surprise, a genuine smile.

"Two Jack Daniels, if you would Sweets. And tell Babs not to ice them down!" he shouted.

After making sure that the lovely she-wolf was out of sight, King Bear looked at Able and with a sly smile, reached over to him once again. But, to Able's utter shock and horror, instead of grabbing his wrist…King Bear grabbed the back of his head, guiding the now trembling officer to his hard cock, the white wolf finding his nose pressed against the hard shaft, the musky smell hinting his nostrils. And to Able, try as he might, he couldn't resist the intoxicating aroma.

And as Sweets brought the drinks, she found herself treated to a very concerning, but still very arousing sight; Chief Aldan had every inch of King Bears cock buried in his throat, his own eleven inch cock exposed as he shamefully jacked off, a tear running down his cheek, not at the exertion of his actions, but the fact that he was degrading himself…all for his son.

Sweets, who also had ears on the community grapevine, now knew just how far Able would go for his son. And she could sympathize, as there was nothing she wouldn't do for her daughter. Which was why, after she handed King Bear his drink, the ursine instead taking both and downing them in three seconds, Sweets steeled her resolve as she sent a nervous glance back at Strom and Louis, both shamelessly spit-roasting Killer as they watched the show.

And upon making sure that Strom was well distracted, Sweets took the chance of whispering her encounter with Storm to King Bear, who was currently in the process of cumming down Able's throat as he watched his wife get eaten out by Shenzi on the stage, the white wolf in his grasp gagging as the lack of air combined with his forced arousal caused him to cum as well.

But the news Sweets gave him was enough to make him stall in his actions, the crime boss sending the distracted Strom a hard glare before turning back to Sweets, the ursine showing a rare side of genuine comfort as he caressed her cheek.

"I'll take care of it," he said, placing an affectionate kiss on Sweet's cheek before returning his attention back to able, finally releasing his head and allowing the now disgraced chief to come up, loud, irritated, cum-filled coughs radiating from his mouth as he desperately tried to catch his breath, the wolf briefly making heartbreaking eye-contact with Sweets before she left. And it was a good thing she did, because she probably wouldn't be able to watch the horrible sight of Able being downgraded from Chief of Police to King bear's temporary cock sleeve as his mouth and ass were defiled, not by King Bear, but Louis, Strom, and Killer as well.

"Now," King bear had said after he had finished, smirking at the catatonic chief below him, completely bare as his mouth and gaping ass leaked the cum of him and his enforces.

"Consider this first payment," he continued as he fished out a fat envelope from his blazer pocket, a sadistic smile on his lisp as his did, "a gift, no strings attached. And now that if you commit yourself to this role I'm offering you, that there will be plenty more…Honey, why don't you and Shenzi clean up the chief?"

With that, King Bear and his cronies left the VIP room, leaving a slowly recovering Able with the two females, who, despite their relationship with Belle's husband, couldn't help but feel pity for Able, who remained in his dumb-struck state even as tears fell down his cum-covered cheeks. But much to his relief, and pleasure, the two females were gentler than their male counterparts, Shenzi carefully licking all the cum off of Able's body as Belle took the opportunity to clean out his abused asshole with a very thorough rimjob.

One hour later, Able came home, his clothes back on his body as he awkwardly hobbled inside, his blazer unbuttoned as the amount of cum he had been pumped with had made his usually flat, muscular belly a little distended. And he knew that his wife Rachel, who was seated at the table, a cup of coffee was in her hand as she looked over Matthew's test results, could tell, not just by that, but by his sad expression, what had happened. In fact, she didn't need to ask him what happened.

"You sold your soul and body to the devil," she whimpered sadly, rising from her seat ass she went to greet her husband with a strong, comforting hug, the ashamed chief returning the gesture with just as much strength as he shuddered, rubbing his hand sup and down his wife's back.

"I just hope this was the right choice you made."

"I didn't have a choice," Able stated and placed the envelope full of money in front of Rachel before going to see his son, his wife watching him go up the adjoining stairs with a sad glint in her eye. And when the white wolf entered his son's bedroom, Matt was sleeping peacefully. Being very careful not to wake his sleeping pup, Able sat down on the floor next to bed, resting his arms and head on the edge as he watched over his child for the rest of the night. But while Able thought about how his life was turning out, things in the Moonlight Howl were heating up…

And not in a good way.

It was after hours, all the dancers had since gone home, leaving only Sweets and her new boyfriend, Claw and Scar having themselves gone home, leaving the keys with Dax the keys to close up.

But there were a few stragglers…of the "ursine variety."

King Bear sat at the bar with Storm, both in complete silence as Sweets served them drinks, the cream-furred wolf being extra careful to not meet Storms hungry gaze, the burly muscle himself feeling a bit uncomfortable as it was just him, his boss and Shenzi, Louis and Killer having already taken Belle home, where King bear could not doubt tell they were plowing his horny wife. But for now, he was mor interested in dealing with a very troublesome matter. And so, downing his shot of Wild Turkey, Alex O'Connor glared at Storm, who could now definitely tell that he was in some sort of trouble. Looking at his boss, Storm spoke up.

"What's this about?" he asked King Bear, nervously fumbling with his own glass, the ice inside making a tinkling sound as he glanced nervously at his boss. Alex frowned, releasing a loud exhale as the burning sensation of the Wild Turkey scratched his throat, all the while just keeping his frowning gaze forward as he poured himself another shot.

"Sweets told me that you said you wanted to have sex with her seven-year-old daughter."

His words caused Strom to turn pale, his eyes briefly flashing with rage as he looked to the know cowering Sweets, who at least found herself in a protective barrier created by Dax, whose hard glare conveyed to Strom not to try anything. But at that moment, Strom felt his rage bubble down, especially knowing that his boss was very aggressive when dealing with child molesters.

He might be a crime boss…but he was a crime boss with principles.

And with that, the once proud and wicked ursine was now a quivering mess of fear.

"Listen, I was only threatening her for turning me down the other night," Strom said trying to defend himself. Unfortunately for him, King Bear did not like this answer, as evident by the fact he was now looking dead at him, his teeth bared as he growled loudly at his lowly enforcer.

"Not only did you threaten to defile her daughter, but you also tried to rape Sweets!" he practically yelled in Strom's face, the subordinate now audibly whimpering as if he was staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. Unfortunately for him, it was only about to get worse.

"Also, Louis told me that you have been skimming on collecting rent from the tenets of my apartment."

"Skimming?" Strom asked with a nervous laugh, trying to act like he didn't know what his boss was talking about…even though he did. For the past ten years, Strom had not only been skimming off a portion of the profits from the "legitimate and legal" front of King Bear's apartment complexes, but he had been charging his own personal interest. And when tenants couldn't pay that…well, their bodies were also a nice alternative tender.

"Yes! Skimming!" King Bear shouted as he slammed the shot glass down on the counter, the sudden action making Sweets cling tightly to Dax's back as he kept himself between her and the ever growing altercation between the two bears.

"Louis is wrong," Strom snapped with a scowl, trying his hardest to seem tough, only for the crack in his voice to betray his true feelings. In truth, he really hated Louis, not only for the fact that he was King Bear's number two, but because he had gained that title despite only being in the business for two years. And to add to Strom's ire, had already slept with Queen Bear over thirty times.

"Louis is not wrong," King Bear said, getting up from his seat with a disappointed scowl, the massive ursine crime boss walking over to Shenzi as he pulled his dick out, the sexy hyena wasting no time as she began to jack her boss off, all while he kept berate Strom.

"Louis is not wrong. He checked the books and he… He...Oh, fuck Shenzi, your good at this," he said as he looked at his wife's best pupil. Shenzi looked up at Alex and smiled knowing that she was indeed doing a good job.

"Listen," Strom growled at King Bear, causing Shenzi to stop pleasuring him.

"I got a right to that money. And so what if I threaten a little girl in order to get some pussy from her mom? I was never really going to touch her."

Well, it seemed that Strom had crossed a line that King Bear had put in place to keep his reputation in the green, but now, thanks to his idiot enforcer, his once great name was being tainted. And upon notice the look of disgust written on Sweets and Daxs' faces, he knew that he had to do something…and fast.

Turning to Strom, King Bear crossed his arms and stared at his soon to be ex-enforcer, all while his exposed cock pointed right at him.

"Storm, I'm going to fire you," he said with a smirk, only for it to fall into a deep scowl as Strom let out a howling laugh.

"Good, your wife's choice in home décor really sucked," he said before spitting right on Shenzi.

"And not only is her choice in décor bad, but so is her taste in women. I mean, she picked up some stupid, ugly hyena. The only-"

A massive hand grabbed hold of Storm's neck.

King Bear had lost his patience with Storm and chose to not fire him, but "terminate" him.

And so, with one powerful twist of his wrist, King Bear ended the life of his worst enforcer.

"Did either of you see what happened?" he asked the bartender and bouncer, Dax speaking for the both of them as he merely glared at the deceased body of his girlfriend's attempted rapist.

"He fell down and broke his neck."

"Good," King Bear responded, his mood now killed by what he had done, he put his dick back into his pants before offering his arm to Shenzi, who happily took it as the two left the bar, leaving Sweets to call the paramedics, a faint smile on her lips as she spoke to the operator.

"Yes, could you please send a squad with a body bag…there's been a horrible accident."

The next morning, the smell of fresh-brewed coffee filled the nose of Detective Samson Jones, who felt this was his way of starting the day off right. Coffee at the Brew House, followed by his lovely girlfriend and partner Delilah Lovecraft coming to give him his favorite coffee with a quick hand job on the side, which would give her the "cream" she liked in her coffee.

Meanwhile, inside the popular coffee shop, the baristas were hard at work, taking orders and completing them with smiles, the tip jars situated at the counters already half-full as the customers always left satisfied. And one of the customers just so happened to be Rachel, the lovely she-wolf holding onto little Matthew's hand as they stood in line, the little pup really not paying attention to his mother but more so on the immaculate room, the twenty-foot-high ceiling, decorated with a simple, but still elegant chandelier, making the simple coffee shop, in Matt's mind, "very fancy."

"I can get you over here, cariña."

Turning in the direction of the thick Spanish accent, Rachel's eyes lit up when she saw that one of registers had opened up, he barista being the lovely tuxedo cat that Rachel knew had moved to Jasper just a month ago with her husband and adopted son. And in that time, Rachel had become very well acquainted with the Gatos family.

"Hey Kitty," Rachel said as she walked up the counter, Matt following close behind.

"Busy today?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," Kitty said with a groan, her blues hidden beneath the brim of her company issued visor cap, her long, black hair tied in a neat ponytail as a result. But Kitty's annoyance was short lived as she looked at the smiling pup by Rachel's side.

"Hola Matt," she cooed as she reached over the counter to ruffle the pup's hair, said pup letting out a giggle. But, despite wanting to catch up with the woman who had welcomed her into the city with open arms, Kitty knew she had a job to do.

"So, what will it be?"

Before long, Kitty was hard at work fixing Rachels order; a caramel latte for her, and simple chocolate milk for Matt. And just as she handed the order to her friend, a certain tabby cat entered, his hand being gripped by a little chihuahua pup, who in the past month was happy to find clothes that actually fit him. And the moment Matt turned around, his eyes lit up as he ran to give his new best friend a hug.

"PJ!" he exclaimed, the cute embrace earning some "aws" from a few of the other customers and staff, including the two's parents, namely Rachel and Kitty's husband, who decided to catch up after the latter picked up his pre-ordered coffee and an apple juice for his son.

"So, how's go the job search going, Antonio?" Rachel inquired of the tabby cat, who in the previous month was glad to be able to wear regular clothes instead of all black tactical gear…but that was something he kept to himself.

"Slow…and please, call me Puss," the feline responded, both trading a knowing smile as they caught up, occasionally waving hello to a few friends who entered, including Terra O'Brian and Kate Chambers, both chaperoning a date between their oldest and youngest, respectively, the now thirteen-year-old Anna, and Kate's sixteen-year-old son, Marcus, though everyone just called him Runt, since she was the youngest of Kate's three children, twenty-one old Andrew, and twenty-year-old Claudette, who were actually back in town after another semester at Alberta University.

But much to Puss's surprise, the one customer he was most shocked to see was a finely dressed wolf, his brown fur blending almost perfectly with his white suit. And before Puss could even get up to greet the wolf, little Perrito beat him to it.

"UNCLE MASON!" the little pup yelled as he ran to his godfather, or "uncle" as he liked to call, the older canine, although shocked, happily scooping the pup into his arms, his eyes almost immediately finding Puss, who despite his own nervousness, happily greeted his old friend.

"Mis Amigo," he said softly as he enveloped his old friend in a hug, "so good to see you again."

"Same, Hermano," Wolf said as he sat down at the table, Perrito sitting in his lap, the group soon joined by Kitty, who had taken her break the moment she saw Wolf enter, the female also interested in catching up. But luckily for them, at one point Matt had to go to the restroom, same as Perrito, with Rachel graciously offering to take them. And it was only when they were out of earshot that Puss and Kittys' happy expressions turned dead serious.

"Alright Lobo," Kitty said in a dangerously low voice, her eyes squinting as she scrutinized the ever clam wolf, "something tells me that you're not here for a vacation."

In the end…Wolf told them everything;

His, Diane and Webbs' recruitment by Winston, their undercover persona's, and a very helpful hand, or rather flipper from Shark, who, being the master of disguise he was, offered to fill in for her duties as Governor.

This seemed to put the two former thieves at ease, as it was now a great comfort to know that Wolf wasn't there for them, but the idea that trouble might find them regardless of where they went did not sit well with them. But, then again, they were always careful with clients, only ever using untraceable text devices, and they always made sure to keep as much of their physical attributes, being fur, faces and tails concealed when on the job.

And in Public, they were Antonio and Katie, and Perrito Antonio Jr., or PJ.

But to good friends…Puss, Kitty and Perrito.

But, one thing that did puzzle wolf…why did they come to Jasper, the headquarters of two of the biggest crime boss's in North America, with one of them, the Dark Wolf himself, being a client they failed.

"It's so overt…it's convert," Puss said with a laugh, joined by his wife and friend.

Meanwhile, outside in their patrol car, Samson was just minding his own business, scrolling through his phone as he waited for Delilah to get back with their coffee. However, as he waited in their patrol car, something caught his eye.

Walking along the sidewalk was Kako.

Now the cougar had been spotted around town just doing nothing, either looking in store windows or loitering about. But Samson narrowed his eyes as he watched the disgraced firefighter, who seemed to be looking for trouble, walk into the Brew House. Then…

BANG! BANG!

Two gunshots rang out, followed by a chorus of muffled screams which grew louder as the door swung open, making way for several civilians as they fled in all directions, be it a deer/wolf couple or two fox friends. Samson even saw Candy Martez and Sweets Malone flee the shop, their eyes wide in horror. And one thing was for sure, this was not how Samson wanted to start his morning. Within seconds, his training kicked in as the detective grabbed the radio on the dash of his cruiser, his deep voice calm, yet firm as he urgently called all nearby available units.

"This is Detective Samson Jones! Shots fired at the Brew House! I repeat: Shots fired at the Brew House! Suspect is Kako Decklin, he has hostages," Samson said, looking up to see Kako take aim at him. With blinding speed, the detective quickly dove from his car as bullets struck the passenger side.

Taking a peak over the hood, Samson saw Kako holding Delilah in a headlock, a nickel-plated 347 pressed against her temple as he stood in a puddle of her and Samson's coffee. The cougar, upon noticing Samson, walked toward the door, kicking it open.

"Now you listen here," he shouted.

"I have six hostages, a loaded gun, and I'm pretty fucking high! I want to see my daughter! Bring her to me! And If anyone other than Selena tries to come in, I'm killing the hostages, starting with this bitch here!"

Well, it was now clear to Samson that Kako was dead serious on seeing his beautiful daughter, which meant he was unpredictable, but it also meant he didn't know who he was holding hostage. And not five minutes after the shooting began, cops arrived and made a perimeter around the Brew House. Mayor Winston Lewis was also on sight now, assessing the situation at hand, as his old blue eyes scanned the windows of the Brew House. At this point Kako was standing out in the open, an easy target for the Police Snipers on the roof.

"Mr. Mayor," a red vixen reporter called out to him.

"Is it true that former firefighter Kako Decklin has taken hostages?"

"I am unable to comment on the question, but any information regarding the hostages is clearly speculation. Our boys in blue will get the job done," Winston stated confidently in front of the camera, but on the inside, he was a train wreck since had also learned that his eldest daughter Kate and grandson were two of the hostages, but he dared not let the media know that, because that would tip off Kako who would then use her to his advantage.

At that moment, another news van pulled up. A somewhat oddly dressed stallion jumped out and once Winston got a good look at the horse, he face-palmed himself, as this particular stallion was the brother of one of the most, if not MOST annoying gossip columnists in all of Redshore City in New Jersey.

"Mr. Mayor, Lenny Le Bon from Cold Scoop News. What is your plan on getting the hostages out?" he asked pressing his microphone into Winston's face, who grimaced, not only at the fact that Lenny had nearly jabbed him in the eye with the damn thing, but also that the stallion reeked of cheap cologne. And at that point, Winston had no time for the equine's antics.

Lenny shook his head and then asked with a rather goofy smile question that pertained to his youngest daughter, and the mother of his youngest grandson.

"Let me guess, you want to save those comments when your youngest daughter becomes a stripper for The Moonlight Howl, right?"

Despite the feral rage that bubbled up to the surface, Winston, being the bigger person, just shoved his way past Lenny, the horse falling flat on his face as result, much to the amusement of the other news outlets, who already knew it was no secret that Winston's youngest daughter, one Lilly Shaughnessy, was a proud performer at the Moonlight Howl, and other bystanders.

Meanwhile, inside the Brew House, Kate sat next to Delilah and Terra, all threw forming protective ball around the terrified Anna, the former being held tightly as she cried tears of fear, all while her fearless boyfriend stood in front of them, adding another layer of defense, despite his mother's misgivings, as he kept a close eye on Kako who was walking around trying to figure out what was taking so long for his daughter to come.

The more Kako paced around in a circle, the more he began to panic. His eyes began glancing around the hostages, coming to halt, he stopped in front of Rachel and Matthew, who remained where they sat with Gatos and Wolf, the latter with his arms wrapped protectively around Perrito, who whimpered in fear along with Matthew, all while Puss and Kitty glared at the deranged cougar. Luckily, a janitor happened to be near where they sat with a push broom, and as Kitty observed…the handle was screwed in. And so, as discretely as she could, she took the broom from the terrified zebra's hand, slowly unscrewing the handle from the brush.

And as Kitty went about her business, Kako broke the silence as he spoke to Rachel.

"You," he growled, pointing the gun at the female and her pup, Rachel instinctively putting herself between the gun and her child. Everyone in the room flinched. Even Delilah couldn't believe that Kako would actually harm a defenseless child. But the shock really came when the cougar flicked the end of his gun toward the door.

"Take your kid and leave."

Despite her hesitation to leave her friends, Rachel, upon seeing them give an encouraging nod, scooped up her crying child in her arms and ran as fast as she could out of the coffee shop. But then, Kako, in what Delilah could only describe a moment of drug-induced insanity, turned his gun…

On Runt.

No words were said as he shot the poor boy, the male letting out a short scream as the bullet struck her abdomen, his frame falling to the floor like a puppet cut from its strings. And to the three females with him, those two-seconds felt like two hours as everything slowed down. But the moment Anna's scream was heard, everything went fast as she, her mother and her boyfriend's mother rushed to his side, Anna cradling her boyfriend's head as his mother and Terra tried to stop the bleeding.

"MARCUS, BABY!" Anna screamed, brushing back the bangs that had fallen over her boyfriend's blue eyes, eyes that were now brimming with tears as he gasped for breath. Before long, Anna was trying with him, along with his mother and her mother as they tried desperately to keep pressure on the wound, only for their eyes to widen in horror as more and more blood just slipped through their fingers. It got to the point that Kate, not caring that people would be watching, took off her shirt, leaving her in nothing but a black bra…

But for her baby, she would do anything.

Luckily, it seemed to help.

But outside, Winston, Samson and the newly arrived Able gasped at what they saw. In truth, they had thought upon noticing Rachel and her pup leave that Kako might have realized he had no chance if walking away from this. It was now very clear that Kako wasn't in his right mind.

But Winston didn't care.

"DEKLIN! YOU SON OF BITCH!" he screamed as he charged toward the coffee shop, murder in his eyes as he was ready to rip the cougar to shred for what he had done to his grandson, not caring if he got himself killed in the process. And it was only from the combined efforts of Able and Samson that they were able to hold him back.

At that point, Able, no longer taking any chances, quickly left the cover of the police barricade and approached the coffee shop's entrance. And the moment the white wolf entered, he felt the barrel of Kako's gun press under his chin.

"Come to play hero, Able?" Kako asked, a wicked, drug-crazed smile on his face.

Able smiled.

"As a matter a fact," he replied slowly, "I was just coming in for a cup of coffee, but I guess we can talk until Selena gets here."

Kako scoffed.

"I said no one but my daughter." he then turned his weapon towards the other hostages.

"So, I guess one of them will have to die."

"But she's right outside!" Able protested.

"She is?" Kako asked Able. He looked out the window and saw her. There standing next to the mayor was Selena, his only daughter. Kako ran over to the door and opened it.

"Selena! Baby I missed you!" he shouted as tears ran down his cheeks.

Selena looked sadly at her father.

"Daddy, please stop. I know that you are hurting. All you need is help. Put down your gun and we can try to work it out; be a family again," the lovely cougar said trying to reason with her father.

Kako shook his head and turned away. His gaze now locked onto Able who was checking Lois out. He then raised his weapon.

"I'm sorry, Selena," he said sadly.

"But I can't go back to rehab."

Kako then prepared to end Able's life, but before he could fire…

"Not going to happen," Kitty said as produced the handle of the freshly dismantled push broom as she appeared behind the broken cougar. And by the time Kako turned around, there was a loud crack as the handle hit him upside the head, leaving him dazed enough for Kitty to suddenly drop down and sweep his legs from under him, the action asking to Kako's grip to loosen on his gun long enough for Puss to dive in and seize it. But it wasn't over as Kako, who briefly recovered, pulled a switchblade form his pocket before lunging at Puss…only to find himself knocked out cold on the floor from a savage butterfly kick to the head, courtesy of the tabby himself.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" Able inquired in shock, briefly noticing that the two cats appeared rather nervous, especially when they saw a lot of phones pointed right at them. Think quickly, Kitty offered a nervous chuckle.

"I guess those jujitsu classes really paid off."

In a matter of seconds, the rest of the police came rushing in, immediately placing a disoriented cougar in handcuffs before getting the hostages out and taking Runt, who had managed to stay alive thanks to Kate and Terra keeping pressure on her wound, to the hospital. After things had calmed down, Delilah found herself being held close by Samson, the larger male running his hand through Delilah's hair as she clung tightly to his Kevlar-covered chest. Meanwhile, Anna, Kate and Terra, after taking a minute to wash Runt blood from the latter twos' hands, and Kate getting a spare uniform shirt from one of the baristas, were taken to Jasper Regional to be given a few tests to see if they were going to be emotionally alright. In the end, the lead physician, who was Kate's mother, Eve Lewis, asked the standard questions, gave a psych evaluation, and determined that all three were safe to go home, all feeling they could rest easy, especially when word came in that Runt would be alright.

Back at the Brew House, reporters flocked to Puss and Kitty, asking questions, but they remained humble and said that it was the right thing to do. However, Lenny walked up Wolf, having recognized him from previous events, and tried to get the former bad guy to answer stupid questions. But Wolf already had enough of the media, so, pulling out his grappling gun, he disappeared over the roof tops.

Meanwhile on the outskirts of Jasper…

Two black SUV were parked side by side, their drivers and passengers who were all prey stood waiting for the Lords of Prey leader to appear. And before long, Axis slowly walked out of the shadows, their face covered by a mask.

"Welcome," Axis greeted.

"Here, on this very spot will be where your fates will be decided."

The terrorist leader walked up to the others and stared at a rabbit by the name Max Jones.

"What are the reports on King Bear and Cain Aldan?" Axis asked the rabbit.

"Both have are eyeing Chief Aldan to join their cause." Max said, but he seemed to holding back something else from his boss. Axis then took a step towards said rabbit who quickly spilled the beans.

"Also, Nick Wild has killed Shere Khan in Zootopia."

"This is good, soon Nick Wilde and his friends will play right into our hands."

"Excellent, I have prepared the order," a zebra named Kyle said and handed Axis a file folder.

"What's this," Axis inquired giving the folder a quick once over.

"Oh, that is a list of some of the best assassins there is in the world. I just figured we could use some extra help in dealing with Nick Wild and his race traitor friends, Jack and Judy Savage."

Axis handed the folder back to Kyle.

"No, I'll deal with them, you have the assassins deal with certain animals down in Jasper."

Then, the leader of the Lords of Prey turned to leave.

"Where you going, boss?" Max asked.

"Back to Zootopia. Nick's wife Kris is about to give birth and I need to be there to see his future heir to the Rainforest Empire."

Axis was then gone.

But down in the heart of Jasper, hidden in by the shadows of a dark alleyway, stood the Dark Wolf, Cain Aldan, who had a date with his brother Able, who was discretely making his way to the alley so as not to draw attention to himself. Luckily, Cain was not in a hurry as he was simply biding his time as he leaned back on the hood of the stretched limo, his new right-hand wolf and insurance policy, Hench going about his normal routine of keeping a close eye on his boss while checking his lucky 357 revolver...

Busy, yet available, should the situation arise.

When Able drove up, Cain smiled as his brother exited the vehicle, going tot eh passenger side to open the back door, revealing a bruised and disoriented Kako, whom Able had taken "personal" charge ofof in getting to "where he needed to be." In other words, Kako was "officially" being held in the Japser City Jail.

As the cougar made his way to Cain, who greeted the feline with a half-hearted embrace, the Police chief took only five steps, before halting. Giving only a nod to Cain to let him know business was ready to start.

Cain pushed himself upright and tossed the chief a sandwich bag.

"I brought you a little snack, little brother."

Able opened the bag to look suspiciously at the sandwich, a sickening feeling in his stomach as he looked at the bread stuffed with hundred-dollar bills. The chief looked back down the street where he came from as he tucked the sandwich in his coat.

"Remember our deal, Cain," Able spoke in a cold tone toward the Mafia boss, "I help you bring down Alex O'Connor, you give me money for my son's treatment."

"Don't talk to me like that. I haven't forgotten. What if someone were to tell your wife...or even your son about your double-dealing deed with me?" Cain warned with a smile.

This shut Able up.

Then before the chief knew what happened, he was pushed by his brother.

Able was able to stay upright but was still stunned by the shove. However, the moment he registered what had happened, he was seeing red as he rushed forward and grabbed Cain's expensive leather jacket before whipping out his police special. Hench quickly pulled his gun and pointed it at Able. It was a standoff, but neither the chief or the right-hand wolf pulled the triggers on their weapons, but stared daggers at each other.

Cain then spoke.

"Watch the suit," he remarked casually.

Able looked at Cain and quickly realized he was biting off more than he could chew. He frowned at his brother, then let go of the coat and lowered the gun, though with great reluctance.

Cain smiled.

"Don't ever cross me, little brother," he said.

With that, Able left the scene, his mind still reeling from the threat that Cain made against his wife and son. And truth be told, they had already been through enough today. But Able still felt some relief when he saw the two leave the Brew House. In truth, Able knew Cain secretly loved his sister-in-law and nephew. He may be dark, but under that black fur, there was still a heart, even if he never showed it.

And he knew that despite everything…they both still loved each other.

Even so, Able still felt unsettled as he pulled into his driveway, the waning light making him feel colder and his feet feeling heavier as he trudged toward the front door of his modest two-story home.

But any negative feelings quickly vanished as Matthew clad in his Justice league pajamas, ran toward his father, his damp white-fur a clear sign that he had just gotten a bath. And before long, the house was filled with the sound of ecstatic squeals as Able peppered his son with kisses, the scene being watched with loving jade green eyes by the lovely amber-furred Rachel.

"Hey Buddy!" Able laughed as he held his son, "looks like you had an exciting day! Were ya scared?"

Matt quickly shook his head, his mismatched blue and crimson eyes wide with glee.

"No, cause you would protect me! You're like a superhero!"

And that one, innocent comment was devastating for Able.

"Matt, sweetie," Rachel called upon noticing hr husband stiffen up, "why don't you go to your room? Daddy and I will be upstairs to tuck you in in a little bit."

"Okay momma!"

With that, Matt, after being set down by his father, bolted up the stairs, leaving both adults alone in the foyer. But as Rachel approached her husband, a deep worry settled over her as he slumped back against the door, his tired blue eyes closing as he let out a long, sorrowful sigh. And it was only when Able felt his wife take a hold of his face that the tears he hadn't realized had been welling in his eyes began to roll down his cheeks, the salty liquid being wiped away by Rachel's thumbs.

"If only he knew that his superhero dad was a bad guy."

"NO!" Rachel quickly interjected, her face hard as she forced Able to look her in the eye, eyes filling with her own tears as she spoke to her hurting love.

"Don't do that to yourself Able. Everything you have done or ever will do, has been for our son. I may not like it, but it's the way things are right now… Okay?"

Upon hearing these words, Able couldn't help but smile lovingly at his wonderful wife, his larger hands taking her smaller ones as he leaned forward, capturing Rachel in a passionate kiss, their tongues sensually dancing as they let all their love for each other flow forward. And it was only when the need for air arose that Able pulled away, his loving gaze meeting Rachel's as they stared at each other.

"How did I ever get so lucky as to have a woman like you in my life?"

It was at that moment that Rachel let a teasing smirk form on her muzzle.

"If you haven't figured it out yet, it's a wonder we're even married."

And it was after she said this that Rachel's smirk turned...lustful.

"Now, why don't we go tuck Matt in, and later on I can wrap my fat, luscious tits around your huge, delicious cock, just how you like it?"

And just as she said this, Rachel turned and made her way toward the stairs, soon being followed by Able as the latter began to recover from his wife's seductive invitation.

Unfortunately, Able's night of fun would be nullified by the coming storm in the morning.

Chapter Text

Chapter by Dax, Edited by Sam

The Jasper Business Complex was a major deal for the city's future.

The massive six story building was where the people went to do banking, real estate, legal practice, and a whole lot of other things. But it was also a center for civil services, such as employment aid, 911 dispatchers, and child protective services, the latter of which Floyd Quilson was head of. And while many were rather put off by the stocky porcupine when they first met him, thanks to his gruff personality, they were pleased to find that once they peeled back the layers there was a heart of gold. Hell, the porcupine even was even the adoptive father of two very lovely she-wolves, Daria and Lois, who he took in after their mother was killed by the late Head enforcer of Cain Aldan's gang.

"Morning Floyd!" a Hispanic voice sounded from entrance of the child services section of the third floor, the porcupine's bored face changing into a tired smile as he waved at his newest acquisition to the team…accompanied by his own adoptive son.

"Morning Antonio, hey PJ!" the porcupine called back as Puss and Perrito stopped briefly to glance in doorway to the prickly rodent's office, both feline and porcupine sharply dressed in regular dress shirts, ties and slacks, as was required for the office, which was mainly a large open space of with six desks, each occupied by another employee, each with a specific area.

And Puss's just happened to be child services.

Now, many knew OF Puss and Boots. But only a few who knew him personally would understand how he was able to gain such a position when he had been a thief for many years.

Well, the story is quite interesting…

Before they were Puss in Boots and Kitty Softpaws, the lovely couple were humble Antonio and Katherine Gatos. And before their life of crime, they were humanitarian workers, travelling the world to offer food and clothes to people less fortunate than themselves. And it was during one of those trips a couple of years earlier that they met Perrito, a poor orphaned pup who needed a home.

But the trouble for the new family began when they were set up by the least likely of sources…

A Guinea Pig.

It was then that Puss and Kitty were exposed to the cruel reality of the world. That the world was filled with cruel, corrupt individuals who didn't care about what was good for the less fortunate…

Only what was good for them.

That is where it all started.

From that day forward Puss and kitty became modern Robin Hoods, stealing from the Rich and Giving to the poor. Sure, they took a small percentage, but they weren't greedy. But eventually, their skills started catching the eyes of a "less-than-savory" clientele. Which is how they ended crossing one of the biggest crime families in the business…

Goldi and the Three Bears Crime Family.

It was then they knew they needed to disappear with their son.

Luckily, they were always good at covering their tracks. And while many would consider it ill-planning that they chose the city that was the base of operations for the infamous Papa Bear's brother, THE Alex O'Connor, A.K.A. King Bear, they considered it a genius.

"It's so overt, it's covert," Kitty had said.

And luckily, Puss had a good friend who could hack in the system. A friend that could ensure that he was given a convincing background of service in his current field. And he was very grateful to Webbs that she even added whipped cream and a cherry on top by making his work fully credentialled.

No Puss could continue to help those less fortunate than himself…and on the right side of the law for once.

"School Out?" Floyd enquired, pulling Puss from his thoughts as he noticed his Boss walking around his desk to great him, the porcupine noticing Perrito's Spider-Cat backpack by his side. Letting out a laugh, Puss turned his attention from his son to his boss, his gaze lowered as the 4'9" gato stood a good four inches over his boss.

"Yeah, they decided that since today was the last day before summer vacation that they let the kids take half a day. The little trouble maker is just hear until Kitty's out of her yoga class," Puss explained, ruffling his son's head as he looked back to Floyd, who couldn't help but notice a teasing smirk on his employee's face.

"By the by," he said with a flirtatious chuckle, leaning in so that he was practically whispering in Floyd's ear so the little ears couldn't hear.

"Is Carney in? Kitty and I wanted to invite her over as thanks for selling us our house."

Floyd, upon hearing this, quirked a playful eyebrow as he whispered his response.

"Out selling another one," he replied simply, making Puss release a low chuckle.

"God help the poor bastard," he said with a laugh, only to receive a shocking revelation form Floyd.

"Yeah…heard it's that Mason Canis guy."

And it was upon hearing this that Puss realized that he should have said…

"God Help the Poor BITCH."

The warm sun beat down on the bright green grass of the cozy Canadian suburb in Jasper.

All around, the neighbors of the happy little community went about their daily business, whether it was pups, fawns, kits or other youngsters playing in the yards while their parents did yard-work like gardening or mowing, or couples enjoying a leisurely stroll, or a good exercise run. And if one looked closely at some of the lawns in the community, they could see quite a few had FOR SALE signs, each bearing the face of a beaming female wolf with dark-brown fur, her warm brown eyes accentuated by her wide toothy grin.

This was the face of one of the best real estate agents in Jasper, as was implied by the sign, which also featured a quote from the obviously perky female.

With Carney Weathers Real Estate, she won't stop until you're 100% Satisfied.

But when it came to Carney herself, Satisfied had a whole other meaning, as her future client would soon find out.

In one of the vacant homes, a modest two-story Cape Cod-Style house, it's white shingle-siding seemingly glistening in the glowing mid-morning sun, sat the very female whose skills in real estate made her a legend in all of Jasper, maybe even the whole province of Alberta. Though it didn't take much for Carney's secret tactics to be heard through the community grapevine.

Not that she minded, though.

In fact, she was always very giddy to meet a new client who had been referred to her through old clients. Or in this case, her husband Nars, a dancer at the very lewd Moonlight Howl.

Unfortunately, the latter was being rather difficult as he appeared to be running a good ten minutes late. In fact, she was finding it harder and harder to sit still on the display couch in the spacious living room as she waited for her next client, her dark-grey, pinstriped suit and matching mini-skirt feeling exceptionally tight on her slender body today. And even though the top three buttons of her dress-shirt offered a good air flow for her busty cleavage, it did little good.

Letting out an aggravated sigh as she pulled her phone out of her blazer suit pocket, Carney pulled up the contact information of the wolf who had made the appointment with her. After a few seconds that seemed to last an eternity, a feminine voice answered the phone.

"Hello, Dana Here."

Recomposing herself, Carney plastered a bright smile on her face before answering in a cheery voice.

"Dana, Sweetie, Carney Here! I was just checking to see if Wolf was on his way."

On the other end of the line, Carney could hear Dana let out a long sigh, which caused the agent's smile to turn into a frown. And if she was present with the fox at the other end of the line, she would see a frown as well.

In truth, Diane Foxington, or Dana Canis as she was calling herself for the time being, wished that her and her friend's mission to Japser would be brief. But, one day turned into a week, then a month, then six months. Eventually it got to a point that Diane realized that a fox, a wolf and an evolved-tarantula living in a fancy pent house suite at the ritzy Jasper Imperial for such an extended time was going to be too conspicuous.

So, a cover was set;

Diane and Wolf were going to pose as a married couple moving to the neighborhood with their adoptive teenage daughter.

Needless to say, Webbs adapted to the roll too well.

Luckily, Mayor Lewis and his wife suggested that they speak to the best real estate agent in the city.

And while Diane was happy at first, word soon reached about their agent's…tactics.

"H-He left about a half-hour ago, but you're not going to make him do anything against his will, are you?"

"No, I respect the boundaries people set," Carney said with giggle, "but you shouldn't worry...

He's in good hands."

And although Diane couldn't see it, Carney finished her sentence with a sensual lick of her lips as she used her free hand to caress the exposed fur on the top of her ample bust.

Upon catching on to the double-meaning of Carney's statement, Diane let out another sigh.

"Look Carney, the only reason we are coming to you is because, despite your reputation, you always leave your clients...ugh...'100% Satisfied.' But let me make one thing clear...anything you do with Wolf..."

"Not to worry Dana," Carney interrupted with a sly smile, "I have a policy prohibiting 'follow up visits.' Once all is said and done, I'm out of your fur...

Unless your like the Gatos, King and some other cute guys and gals...In that case..."

"I GET IT!"

Upon hearing Diane's obviously embarrassed tone at the mention of some of her and her "husband's" new friends, Carney decided to do a little teasing, especially when she heard a hint of a moan in Diane's explanation. And oh if only she knew that fox was actually standing fully naked in the bathroom as she prepared to shower, the fox actually quite the hypocrite after having nailed an audition to be a dancer at the moonlight howl, her busty, curvy body covered and filled with cum after the "welcome to the family" orgy that Claw, Scar and the male staff had for her.

"I mean, I understand where you are coming from. A little wife worried about her big, strong boyfriend meeting a well-known SLUT in an empty house, knowing full well he could be force-feeding her every inch of his delicious cock."

Even over the phone, Carney could just envision Diane's eyes going wide, a deep blush bleeding though her fur.

Bit Carney wasn't finished.

"Then stretching her tight pussy with that huge dong, pumping her full of thick, hot cum...filling her with pups before you."

Carney actually chuckled when she heard Diane's breath hitch, knowing she had hit a sensitive button. But, Carney always knew when she went too far, so she switched to a more caring tone of voice.

"Don't worry hun," she cooed, "I'm on the pill, so don't worry about that... And as I said, 'No Follow Ups.'"

After that Carney hung up and went about her business, unaware that despite her trepidations, Diane had gotten very hot from her words.

In the bathroom of their suite, Diane peeled stepped into the shower, the hot water jetting from the showerhead feeling quite reinvigorating as she shakily poured a generous dollop of liquid soap in her hand and washed herself, her hands sliding over her naked double-d breasts and her slightly distended stomach. And once all he drying cum was off her body, she bent her head allowing the stream of water to course though her fur, the water dripping from her nose and chin and running through the valley between her breasts. But as she showered, she couldn't shake the tingle of sexual lust from Carney's words as they started to come back to her mind.

Sliding her back down on the wet shower walls, Diane let out a lite gasp as she rubbed her fingers against her sensitive clit, before moving onto their quivering folds, the perverted thoughts of what Carney would do with her Wolf sapping away all of her will power. After a few minutes of just rubbing her nether-lips, Diane grew bolder. With a low moan, the vixen inserted her index finger into her cum-filled pussy, slowly thrusting the digit in and out of the gushing slit. She eventually upped her game by adding the middle finger, but even then that was not enough. Before long, Diane was moaning loudly, three fingers being squeezed in her pussy as her other hand was switching between messaging both tits, pinching and pulling the pierced, erect nipples.

"Oh Yes," Diane moaned, four fingers now buried in her pussy as she felt the hot water continue to drench her fur, the vixen frantically fish-hooking her pussy, juices flowing down the drain with the water. At some point, Diane gave it her all as she shoved her whole fist into her pussy, pushing herself over the edge as she opened and wiggled her fingers inside the slick cavern, letting out a loud scream as she spread her legs wide, removing her fist from her pussy before vigorously rubbing her clit as a stream of sweet nectar sprayed from her slit, all evidence quickly being washed down the drain.

"Yes," Diane moaned after two minutes, her mind coming back down to Earth following her orgasmic high. Looking at her completely soaked fingers, Diane brought them to her mouth and took an experimental lick. After ensuring that her fingers were licked clean, Diane groped for the shower dial, located it and turned the water off.

Meanwhile, Carney was trying to keep herself busy as she waited for Wolf.

She spent twenty minutes exploring every nook and cranny of the beautiful 3-bedroom, 2-bath home. It was just PERFECT. The place looked to be in ship shape, and Carney was going to make a mountain of pretty pennies in the resale! She was practically shaking with excitement.

"Hi. Are you Carney Weathers?" asked a voice from behind her.

Carney turned around and saw Wolf standing in the door. Smoothing her skirt down as a nervous habit, she walked towards the handsome canine.

"Hi," she said, shoving her hand forward, "I'm Carney. Your real estate agent."

She fumbled in her Chanel handbag for a business card, which she then pressed into Wolf's hand.

Carney found herself attracted to him right away. Not just in a sexual way, but in a friendly professional way. She liked him, right down to his smart white suit.

"Mason Canis, but everyone calls me Wolf," he replied.

"I'm sorry that I'm late."

"It's alright." Carney grinned.

"I-I'm really interested in showing you the house," she said. Then she began mentally kicking herself. Don't act all that interested, she chided silently. Act unsure, and then he'll want to negotiate!

"So, where shall begin?" he asked.

Carney began gesturing toward the large kitchen behind him.

"Oh yes, the kitchen. It's beautiful. Really beautiful," she said and led him into the clean kitchen. Once there, Carney began to explain certain features and who designed the cooking equipment. During the showing, she made sure Wolf could get a peek at her cleavage.

"And as you can see, each cabinet was handcrafted by some of the finest wood workers there were," she said showing Wolf some cabinets.

"You are a very beautiful young lady," he said out of the blue.

Carney smiled and quickly acted like she was caught off guard.

"Excuse me?" she said.

Wolf smiled.

"I'm sorry, that was quite forward of me. I was just admiring your stunning beauty. There is a wonderful innocence about you. I hope you don't mind my saying that."

Carney began smoothing her skirt down again as nervous chuckle escaped her lips.

"No, I'm flattered, Mason."

Wolf tilted his head to the side and smiled.

"Do you always tease your clients by letting them see your sexy body, if I may ask?"

"Um-yes."

Mason's eyes twinkled.

"Mmm, most people in your line of work don't try to seduce their clients."

"Indeed," Carney laughed, "but I like nothing more then leaving my clients 100% satisfied in both business and pleasure."

Wolf laughed.

"Never would have guessed from looking at you," he smiled.

"But I must say, that's quite a turn-on."

At that moment, feeling all her inhibitions vanish in the wind, Carney found herself walking towards Wolf and slowly unzipping his pants. He opened his mouth to say something, but she shushed him and continued the agonizing process of pulling his pants around his ankles. Then, it was his boxers; and then, in a moment that nearly made her shiver with delight, she grasped his hard cock in both of her hands.

It was hot & burning.

She felt him tremble.

"Carney, please don't do this," he begged, realizing that he had come off too strong.

"We just met, and-I can't possibly-"

"Mason, I need this and so do you," she said and dropped to her knees, leaning forward and taking the length of Wolf's cock in her mouth all the way to his knot, her expert skill really catching him off-guard. He let out an animal-like moan and thrust his strong hands into her hair, ramming her face against his crotch. She loved it. The smell of his manly musk, the sensation of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, the juice that was now dripping from between her legs, completely saturating her panties.

She sucked for what seemed like an hour, bobbing her head up and down on his cock, grasping his balls in her hand and caressing them with a fervor she had never felt before. Before long, Wolf had fallen against the kitchen counter and was leaning there, panting, moaning and pulling her hair with his hands. Pre-cum trickled down the back of her throat.

Carney was now struggling, shaking, trying to keep herself from cumming already. Where pussy lips her swollen and trembling, and she had to use all of her willpower to stop the convulsions that threatened to attack her. Finally, she couldn't take anymore.

Standing up, Carney removed herself abruptly from Wolf's cock and stepped back several feet. She gently slipped out of her business jacket, exposing her shoulders. She saw Wolf's eyes lock onto her flawless smooth fur. She did a slow striptease, until she was down to nothing but her tube top bra and her lacy black panties.

"Do you want to fuck me, Mason?" she asked in a low voice.

"Do you want to stick your cock in my pussy?"

Wolf trembled. His swollen cock rose even further.

"Carney, please, don't."

He was begging now, his blue eyes wide.

"Please, this is wrong. You're married and I'm with Dia…I MEAN DANA!"

"Don't you ever do anything that's wrong?" she asked. Carney suddenly rushed forward, pressing her body against Wolf's and feeling his cock ram into the damp area between her legs.

Wolf seemed too stunned to respond. But this time, he recovered quickly. Suddenly he gave up all control and leaned down to ravage Carney's swollen lips in a heated kiss. She pressed herself insistently upon him, until they were both heaving, panting & grunting between kisses. His cock was sliding in and out from between her legs, rubbing her clit until she thought she would scream.

"Oh yes Mason," she moaned.

"Carney," he replied desperately. His hands moved to her tits now, and ripped her tube top down until her 38 D breasts tumbled out. The nipples were hard as tacks, brown and desperate to be pinched.

"Touch me Mason," she begged.

"Grab me. Touch me. Please!"

His hands devoured her breasts in a barrage of groping, squeezing, pinching and stroking, while his mouth still ravaged her face. Carney thought for sure she was going to cum now.

"Carney," Wolf moaned between kisses, "I-I-I c-can't hold out much longer. I've got to cum!"

"No," she demanded forcefully, grabbing his cock and suffocating it in a deathlike grip.

"You can't cum until you're inside of me. I want you to fuck me."

"Carney, I want you so bad," he cried in response, and began ripping his own clothes off like an animal. His weathered body stood naked and flushed before her within seconds.

"Wait, there's a better room to fuck in."

Carney broke off their kissing again and stepped back. She led Wolf out of the kitchen, and they raced desperately down the hall, hands all over each other, breathing heavily.

In the laundry room, Carney stripped off the rest of her clothes and threw herself on top of the washer and dryer. Wolf quickly lowered himself on top of her, and they resumed their ravenous kissing. Her nipples bored into his chests like nails. Their hands explored each other roughly, desperately, grabbing each other's ass cheeks and jamming their bodies together.

"Oh Mason," Carney cried, "this is so wrong."

"And you love it don't you, you dirty little girl?" he growled back, taking one of her tits in his hand and squeezing it until she nearly cried in pain.

"Yes, I love it," she groaned.

"I love it! I want you to fuck me! Fuck me now, Mason! FUCK ME NOW."

Without even waiting for his response, Carney grasped Wolf's member, which had easily swelled to eleven or twelve inches, and crushed it into her waiting pussy. It slid in like a knife through butter, and they both cried out in ecstasy.

"Fuck, yes!"

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

Wolf pulled himself up on his hands and knees, with his cock still planted firmly inside of Carney, and began thrusting heavily. Carney felt her entire body rock with the motion, and lightning bolts of pleasure seared through her body.

"Oh, yes," she screamed.

"Fuck me harder," she begged, "fuck me harder!"

Wolf had to work to keep himself from cumming, as Carney's burning hot cunt swallowed him in a wave of nirvana with every thrust. She was in her forties, but her body looked and felt young and incredibly tight, her dripping lips nearly suffocating his cock. He could tell she'd been fucked before. It felt incredible! She was heaving, swinging her hips to meet him with every thrust. The washer and dryer banged loudly against the wall as they both screamed, Carney squeezing her own tits and then squeezing his, both of them rocking in a heated, mammalian fervor.

"Mason, I'm going to cum," she screamed.

"Not yet."

Wolf began to fuck her harder, and lifted one hand to crush a nipple between his fingers. He wanted the pain to distract Carney from her impending orgasm.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. Her eyes were beginning to roll back in her head, her hips were bucking faster and faster...Wolf felt like he was about to lose control too.

Then, in an instant, it all happened. One of Carney's flailing hands hit the 'on' button on the washer, and it rumbled on, adding a rapid tremble to their already psychotic fucking motion. The sensation was too much for both of them.

"Mason!" she screamed.

"Carney!"

They came at the same time, writhing and screaming like animals. Carney felt her lips contract rapidly on his gigantic cock, and felt his hot cum gush into her body. A shot of cum grazed her G-spot, and she rocketed into an even hotter orgasm. Her body kept shaking violently, sucking every last drop of cum from Wolf as he groaned and cried out her name over and over.

They came for nearly a minute, both lost in the bright white light and sensations like they had never experienced before. Then, when the sensations stopped, they both collapsed, gasping for breath. The washer continued to rumble, gently shaking their intertwined bodies as they lay locked together in sweat.

It was several minutes before a noise broke the quiet.

"Hello? Anyone here? Hello?"

A voice called from the top of the stairs.

Someone was there to tour the house.

Carney rose quickly from the washing machine, dashed to gather her discarded cloths, and began dressing herself.

Neither of them spoke at first.

"So, I'll take one hundred and five thousand, then?" Carney asked casually.

"Make it one hundred and one more round with you, and you have a deal."

Carney now dressed nodded to the deal, and she quickly patted down her hair.

"I'll come back to sign the papers after I get this guy out of here," and walked to meet the visitor.

"Hi. Are you here for the open house?" she asked, earning a nod from the curious elk at the door.

"I'm sorry, but the house has just been sold."

"Damn it," the visitor grumbled and left the house with his head hung low.

Carney then grabbed the paperwork and called out to Wolf.

"Mason, are you ready for round two?"

"Yeah, I'm in the master bedroom," he called out.

A minute later, Carney was once again in nothing but her beautiful fur and was ready to really give Wolf his second round. As she entered the master bedroom, Wolf was laying on the bed, his dick pointing to the heavens as he waited for his slutty lover.

Seeing how horny wolf was, Carney straddled his body, leaning in for a kiss and then slowly started to decent down Wolf's naked body. She felt his rock-hard precum producing cock trialing along her sweaty body, it slid between her pussy, over her stomach, through the cleavage of her tits and stopped as soon as her face was on top of it.

She looked up to him seeing that she had his full attention, she rested and gripped her soft hands around both of his spread legs. Again, she looked up and noticed that Wolf was panting heavily, his cock throbbed and almost slapped in her face each time it did so. She smiled seductively again, licked her lips and then out of nowhere plunged down onto Wolf's rock-hard cock, taking the whole thing in in one go.

"OH FUCK!" Screamed Wolf as he felt and saw Carney deep throating his cock.

Carney plunged up and down on Wolf's impressive cock, her saliva drooled out of the corners of her mouth, coating his whole shaft and balls with it. She tasted his precum with each deep suck and the effect of it drove her insane. Her nails dug into the sheets while she slurped, sucked and gagged on his fat cock.

Wolf had experienced a blowjob before, but nothing came close to the way Carney literally dominated it. He was being pleased so hard that no words managed to come out of his mouth. He moaned, groaned and breathed hard like never before while keeping his eyes fixed on her.

Carney did the same, she kept looking into his eyes while she worshipped his cock with her skilled mouth. Her moans made his cock tremble with excitement.

Wolf's hips started to move with the rhythm of Carney's blowjob as he fucked up into her mouth when she came down. Her eyes sparkled, he could see that she went all out, she was having the time of her life trying to please him as best as she could.

It went on like this for a minute before Carney felt Wolf's cock expanding and throbbing even more, hinting he was on the verge of cumming but she didn't want it to end yet. With a loud plop she removed her mouth from his cock and tightly gripped the base of it with her hand, suppressing the urge to cum.

Wolf took a huge gasp before speaking.

"Carney? Why? I was so close!" he yelled.

Carney smiled again with wicked lust.

"Because I want you to cum... LIKE THIS!"

She then wrapped both of her big tits around his throbbing hard cock before she mashed them together and stroked them up and down with incredible speed.

"Wow! Careny! Yes!" Screamed Wolf, being totally blow away.

It was clear to him that round one was always light, but round two was hard and great.

Just like before his hips started to move up and down causing his cock to fuck his lover's impressive tits. They were so soft and big, and only his cockhead appeared out of the tit sandwich that he was tasting now.

Carney giggled loud as she saw Wolf moaning and screaming out of pleasure.

"That's it baby! Fuck by big tits! I will do anything to make you feel good! I want you to cum for me, and coat me with your hot seed!"

She then added her tongue to the pleasure, licking the slit of his cockhead every time it appeared out of her cock infested tit valley.

Wolf then felt the end coming near, his cock started to expand again, and his balls felt like exploding.

"It's cumming Carney! Oh fucking... Ugh! I'm cumming! CUMMING!"

Just before he climaxed Carney mashed her tits together tight so that only his cockhead stuck out of the top. She was then greeted with shot after shot of Wolf's thick semen as it blasted way up in the air. A few shots struck her chin while the rest rained down upon her. Her face was soon splattered with cum and so were her tits as well. Wolf had came like she never saw a man cumming before. She licked her lips to taste his thick semen, it made her pussy tingle with excitement.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Wolf kept yelling as he witnessed Carney being coated by his seed. After his cock calmed down, she slowly released him from her flesh canyon. His cock fell back against his stomach with a loud slap, a remaining shot of cum spurted out of it. He then squinted his eyes, almost blacking out from the intense pleasure he experienced. He watched her eating the shots of cum that had landed on her face, softly moaning with each glob she swallowed, it looked like she was in heaven.

After Carney cleaned her face, she slowly crawled back up Wolf's body, her large cum coated breasts smearing his own freshly produced cum all over his body. Wolf didn't mind, he thought it was fucking sexy seeing his foxy real estate agent coming closer and closer like this. His cock started to throb again which amazed him after he had cum so hard.

When Carney's lust filled smiling face appeared in front of his they both started to laugh. Carney then cupped his cheeks with her soft hands.

"I love you, my darling Mason," She whispered softly.

"I love you too, my dearest Carney," Responded Wolf, they then shared a long-lasting lovers kiss that went on for a few minutes.

Wolf looked into Carney's eyes as they both knew what would be coming next. She nodded, giving him the okay. Wolf carefully rolled Carney over, so she was now on her back and he on top. Carney shifted herself so that she was comfortable and spread her legs. Wolf pulled himself up a little, his revived hard cock was now slowly sliding over and against his lover's juice leaking pussy lips and clit.

"You know Carney... You are going to be my third woman I have ever been with." He whispered softly.

"Oh darling..." Whispered Carney back as she stroked his cheeks gently.

"I have dreamed about being one of your lovers... And now that dream becomes reality!"

They both shared another long-lasting kiss. Carney then took Wolf's erect cock in her hand and guided it to the entrance of her awaiting cunt. She coated his cockhead with her juices as she slid it up and down her pussy lips. She then aimed it directly at her tight hole and retracted her hand. Wolf's cock was softly prodding against his lover's vagina while he looked her deep in the eyes.

Carney was blushing and they both were moaning quietly. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, his cock was now almost entering her.

"Make love to me darling... Don't hold back and make me yours... I love you Mason," She whispered to him before closing her eyes.

Wolf then slowly started to push forward, feeling her tight pussy opening up to him, inch after inch of his stiff prick entered her wet cavern and he felt pleasure like he never had felt before. Her pussy walls gripped around his cock like a vice, and even though Carney had sex with many clients, she was still very tight.

Carney gasped again and again as Wolf penetrated her. She felt great as her lover's cock spread her walls, going deeper and deeper until it reached it end.

"Oooooh yes!" Moaned Carney, she felt his cockhead poking her cervix, he was the perfect size, the perfect man to mate with.

"S-Slowly Mason... Oh fuck you are so big... Mhmmm..." Panted Carney with lust.

Wolf only nodded and started to rock his hips, as calm as possible he pulled back out of her slick-tight pussy until his cockhead reached her entrance and then slowly plunged it back inside until it rested against her cervix again.

"Ugh! You're... So... Fucking... Tight Carney!" moaned Wolf.

Carney started to giggle. "You are the first wolf to be bigger than my husband, darling."

She then started to blush again.

"W-will you... Kiss me when we make love honey... I would like that..." She asked shyly.

Wolf nodded and pressed himself down closer to her, her big tits and nipples mashed against his chest before his face was in front of hers. They then started to make out with all the passion in the world, as Wolf slowly moved his hips up and down to conquer Carney's tight pussy from every angle possible. Eventually, Carney started to meet his thrusts with her own and gyrated her hips to gain more pleasure. She wanted him to fuck every part, every spot inside of her sensitive pussy.

Their combined juices started to seep out of her pussy every time his cockhead reached the entrance again, it soaked the poor bed under them that had already endured a few different bodily liquids before their time together.

The room reeked of sex and the only sounds that could be heard inside of it where both their moans, breathing and their bodies slapping together.

Her hands roamed her lover's sweaty naked body. Their kiss lingered and lingered on and their moans vibrated the inside of their mouths as their tongues battled for each other's taste.

Wolf shifted himself a little bit higher so he could plunge into her even further. He then started to fuck her a little faster, slapping deeper into her than before. With each thrust their juices started to splatter and scatter around their lower bodies.

They broke their intense kiss and Carney started to moan even louder.

"Yes... Yes, darling! Claim me... I wants this to be the best time of our lives," panted Carney with an incredible horny look on her face.

Wolf grunted louder.

"Yes... Carney! This will be something we will never forget!" he moaned.

"I'm is yours baby! I've never been more satisfied before than today! I love you!" moaned Carney back.

She lunged herself forward and they started to kiss furiously again.

Wolf was now pounding hard into Carney's love snatch, his juice coated glistering cock slammed up and down into her as they continued swapping saliva. The bed started to creak softly with every movement they made.

They made love hard enough to gain the full pleasure that they sought, just hard enough without having the urge to cum. They went on like this for at least twenty minutes. Buyer and real estate agent were fully hypnotized with each other's lust and love.

Wolf then separated their long-lasting kiss and spoke.

"Carney... I'm sorry but I'm getting kinda tired after all this love making like this."

Carney gave him another kiss and started to giggle.

"Awww poor baby, do I need to assist you a little?" She then licked her lips viciously.

"How about I take over?" she whispered.

Carney held on tight to Wolf's body and with a swift move she pushed him down onto his back again. Wolf was surprised by her sudden move but was greeted with a sight to behold. She was now in control and started to bounce up and down on his cock, her big tits bounced and jiggled with each slam down onto his hard cock. She looked like an angel as she was riding him, her big brown eyes sparkled and a small stream of drool ran out of her mouth while she had a seductive smile on her face.

"Watch me baby! Watch me as I fuck you like a pro! Your fat cock is filling me completely to the brim! yelled Carney as she rode his sweet pole.

Wolf then started to move his own hips up and down as he slammed into his lover every time she came down. His cock was knocking at her womb door, thick squirts of pussy juice mixed with his precum shot out of her hungry pussy with each downward slam, it scattered all over their sweaty bodies.

Instead of lying still he threw his hands up at Carney's bouncing tits, with a tight grip he clamped down on them and started to knead the flesh with force.

"Yes! Play with Carney's big titties, you naughty fucker!" moaned Carney loudly as she placed her own hands on his, wanting to feel how he handled her sensitive breasts.

The room was now in complete chaos. Carney screamed for pleasure and Wolf grunted heavily. The bed was creaking like never before and they slapped so hard together that their skin rippled by the second after each bounce.

The two of them were now totally separated from the living world around them, the only thing on their mind was each other and how they could feed each other the ultimate pleasure.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!" yelled Carney as hard as she could. Her vagina walls swallowed Wolf's hard cock as if it wanted to rip it off. The friction from their furious fucking made her cunt feel like it was on fire.

Without warning Wolf released his hands from Carney's bouncing breasts. He then bent his knees, placed his feet flat on the bed and gave his lover one hard trust so she fell over. Now that she was lying on top of him again, he quickly sought Carney's tits that were in front of his face, his hungry mouth clamped around one of her large erect nipples, starting to suck on it like a mad man while his hands reached her ass cheeks once more and went back to kneading them.

Carney shrieked from the sudden action and lost her mind.

"Ooooh Mason! You naughty, dirty wolf! You can't stay away from my titties, can't you?! Ravage them! Ravage my tits! My pussy! My ass! Fuck me darling! Yesssss!" she screamed as she watched Wolf feasting on her breasts.

A constant stream of fluids ran and squirted out of her cunt as Wolf fucked hard into her, she was being man-handled by her lover.

Their hips met each other at the perfect time, fully in sync they fucked. Wolf was fucking Carney into the next dimension, he did her so hard that his balls slapped against her juicy asscheeks with every upward thrust.

Carney had wrapped her arms around Wolf's head again, pressing him so tight against her tits that he was almost suffocating. This did not seem to bother him at all as he kept on licking, sucking and biting his lover's tasty flesh.

Both Wolf and Carney knew that the end was near. Wolf felt his cock starting to expand and that his balls were on the verge of exploding. Carney could feel his cock becoming even harder and stretching out her tight pussy, her own body started to tremble again, indicating that she would climax very soon.

She quickly yanked her tits out of Wolf's face that went with a loud plop, she took his head in her hands and looked him deep in the eyes.

"Oh Yes... Fuck... Ooooh baby! Wow... Ugh! I want you to kiss me when you cum! Kiss me while you fill your lover up! Pour everything you have deep inside of this slut's pussy baby! Ooooh this is... I'm going to CUM!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Carney... Carney... CARNEY, I'M CUMMING!" moaned Wolf loud while he pistoned in and out of Carney's cock devouring cunt. He then rammed inside of her one last time, pushed her ass and pussy down onto his cock with his hands before mashing his mouth against his hers.

Their tongues fought for control of the others mouth, as his cum filled her to the max. After breaking the kiss, Carney and Wolf laid there, panting from how amazing their little business deal had gone. After a while, Wolf climbed off the bed and signed the papers and got dressed after taking a quick shower with Carney which resulted in a round of anal sex. The two of them parted ways for the day and she rushed off to another house down the road to seal the deal with another client.

But back at the Jasper Business Complex a robbery was about to go down. As King Bear and his second in command, Louis entered the building. A cloaked figure watched the two ursine, studying them, trying to figure out just how powerful they were.

As King Bear entered the main bank, he went to meet his trusted accountant, Jack Robbins. The two had always been close, so seeing the two of them doing legal deals was nothing out of the ordinary.

The same cloaked figure entered the bank and headed for the vault. He looked at the heavy door and shook his head. The figure then removed his coat and hat to reveal a big bull wearing a muscle tank top, black jeans with black combat boots and a Luchador mask. Tubes were connected to his arms and back of his neck.

The bull then pressed a button and Blue Titan formula entered his body.

The bull then doubled in size of both body and muscle.

"I am..." With his mighty arms, he grabbed the vault door and tore it off from it hinges.

"Toro Poderoso!" he shouted and threw the vault door across the room.

King Bear and Jack Robbins both jumped out of the way as the vault door landed on the desk. All the noise got the attention of not only Louis, but the security guards.

"HOLD IT!" one guard shouted, blocking Toro from walking into the opened vault.

"Put your arms up!"

Toro popped his neck and made quick work of the guard and his friends, all that was left was Louis. King Bear watched as his second in command jumped at Toro, hoping to catch him off guard, but the Titan bull turned and grabbed Louis by the neck.

"You're getting on my nerves," Toro growled at Louis.

The bear was able to crack a smile.

"I have a knack for that."

"Not anymore, predator scum," Toro replied before he wrapped his arms around Louis and began to crush him in a mighty bear hug.

King Bear, fearing for his friend, rushed forward.

"Get away from him!" the mob boss shouted, causing Toro to turn to see the ursine's big fist coming at his face. Before he knew what was happening, the bull was sent flying into the wall, but he quickly got back on his feet.

King Bear rushed the bull once more, but this time Toro was ready for him. Grabbing a desk behind him, the bull threw it at King Bear. The ursine had no time to react as he was knocked backwards. Seeing this as his chance, the mighty Toro ran and grabbed two big boxes of gold that was worth fifteen million.

Later that day, King Bear was sitting at his desk watching the news in his living room. His wife Belle and her prize student Shenzi sat next to him on the couch.

"...And in local news, mob boss Alex O'Conner was beaten in a one-on-one fight with Lord of Prey assassin, Toro Poderoso."

King Bear bared his teeth in anger as his fists balled. Belle knew her beloved was about to explode, so she got off on the couch and began to suck his dick. Shenzi also joined in to calm her boss down. The sexy hyena climbed up into the angry ursine's lap and began to lick his dick while putting her ass in his face. Shenzi shuddered as King Bear ran his rough tongue over her asshole.

This tactic seemed to be working that was until Lenny La Bon appeared on screen. The horse had cornered Able Aldan and was demanding details to the robbery.

"Chief Aldan, does this attack today mean that the Lords of Prey are here to make Jasper a predator free zone?"

Able could only shake his head.

"No comment, Lenny," he said, but the horse then asked him.

"Is it true that King Bear is going to run and abandon his criminal empire?"

King Bear, hearing this pushed Belle and Shenzi off of him. His eyes were wide with shock. The more he heard Lenny talk about him in such ways caused his temper to explode. With all his strength, the mighty ursine smashed his fist clean through the TV.

"Get me Jack Savage!" he growled.

Meanwhile, in Zootopia…

Nick stood before the church, his beautiful wife Kris stood next to him holding their hybrid son, Jason Ray Wilde in her arms. The preacher looked at the baby with a smile. He reached out, being very careful with Jason as he reached into a bowl of water.

His mother Kayla sat beside her friends, Marian and June who were both pregnant with Max's baby. Her two twins where sleeping soundly in the stroller next to her. Nick had been a wonderful father and big brother to the twins and now here he was… Getting ready to see his own flesh and blood get baptized.

"Jason Wilde. I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost." the preacher said, then handed the baby back to Kris.

Just then…

"Hey Nick!" shouted Jack as he burst into the church. "The Lords of Prey are attacking King Bear in Jasper City. He needs us!"

Nick then pulled out a Tommy Gun out of a briefcase he had brought with him. Max also joined him with Jones, Fangmeyer, Delgato and Wolford, all of them were armed now as well.

Jack looked over at his friend.

"If you ever want to come to the other side, you'd make one hell of an agent."

Nick smiled.

"You'd make one hell of a mob boss," he replied, but it was Max who got the final say in it.

"Let's just kill some bad guys…It's what we do best."

As the seven of them climbed into Max's limo, Kris and Kyla came rushing out with Marian and June trailing close behind.

"We're coming too," Kris said and by the look in her eyes made the men unable to argue.

"Ok, but we need to pick up Judy," Jack said as he helped the ladies into the limo. Nick held his son in his arms while Kris prepared a bottle for him.

By the time they reached Judy's location, the lovely doe wasn't alone.

Standing behind her was a rugged-looking grey-wolf, his bearded face riddled with scars, which seemed to accent his piercing blue eyes. This was Rex Merrick, and by his side was his step-son Richie Barkin, a young and very handsome German shepheard. Standing just to the side of the two wolves were Rex's brother, a brown-furred wolf by the name of Cody Merrick, and his two kids, the ginger-furred Daniel and Elise.

"They're coming with us," Judy said climbing into the limo.

"Something about seeing some relative in Jasper named, Humphrey."

Six hours later, they arrived in Jasper.

The airport was in complete chaos, predators were either trying to leave the city or were fighting with prey animals who were supporting the Lords of Prey. Within the chaos, Kris got separated from her group. The beautiful otter held Jason close to her, trying to keep him calm. She was able to get out of the airport by a side door.

Now that she was alone, Kris started to sing a song to get Jason to calm down. As the baby drifted off to sleep, a trio of wolves, enforcers of Cain Aldan appeared. The three of them looked at Kris with lust in their eyes.

"Well, a sexy milf otter with her baby all alone," the leader said as he walked toward Kris.

"What makes you think she's alone?" came the voice of Nick Wilde. The three males turned to see the fox come out of the shadows.

One of the wolves, an albino scoffed.

"You protect her?" he asked, his pink eyes scrutinizing Nick as he did.

Just then Kris jumped up on the back of the dark wolf and held a knife to his neck.

"What makes you think I need protecting," she growled in his ear as the other enforcers pulled their pistols and aimed at her.

However, they were quickly taken down by Fangmeyer and Delgato. The albino then begged for his life, which Kris gladly let him keep. With the wolf gone, Nick and the others made their way to meet King Bear...

All while Sam, Dax, Terra and the O'Brian kids watched the chaos from their new house.

"God help us all," the Irish-wolf whispered as he downed the rest of his drink.

Very rarely did Sam hate to be right.

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The storm had come and now they had to fight it.

Nick and the others will be back in Lessons in Love: Swinging by Jasper.