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.