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.