Chapter by Dax, Edited by Sam


The moon still shone brightly as the cool spring breeze rustled the leaves in the tree. In the distance, the call of a lone owl echoed over the mountainous terrain of dense forests, the deep foliage framing the edgings of the deserted two-lane route.

Well…almost deserted, as evident by the sound of a loud, rumbling engine.

Cruising along the winding road, his back resting against the seat of his all-black Harley Davidson, a silver-furred wolf, clad in a brown leather jacket, black tea shirt, jeans and black leather cowboy boots, took a deep breath as he relished the picturesque evening, his mismatched eyes, the right green and the left blue, scanning his surroundings as he began to come up on the city limits of a town he was looking for.

Jasper, a small town in the heart of Alberta, where the lone rider planned to write a little exposé about the little town and the surrounding area. But, Dax Sterling had received some warnings about the town, many slyly, and some seductively saying that Jasper was a place where "Business is Pleasure, and Pleasure is Business."

Cruising into Town, Dax stopped at one of the local bus stops, puzzled to see what appeared to be a young female wolf sitting on the bench, her knees brought up to her chest in an upright fetal position. Curiosity, and of course concern, caused Dax to pull over to the bus stop. Upon pulling up, he noticed that the girl was dressed in denim jeans that were ripped at the knees, a simple black t-shirt, and her feet protected only by black, opened toed heels.

"Excuse me," Dax called, "are you alright?"

When the girl lifted her head, Dax was stunned to see the face of a beautiful cream-colored she-wolf. And her eyes, to him they looked like the deepest pools of golden light. In fact, he thought that if he looked into them long enough, he might go blind. But upon closer inspection of the young woman, who he surmised was twenty-five, at least, Dax could make out tear stains on her cheeks, which were made obvious from her running mascara.

"Oh, Sorry," the female responded, moving quickly to wipe away any evidence that she had been crying.

"Yes I'm fine. Just waiting for my bus."

At that moment Dax knew that the stunning beauty was trying to change the subject, but he didn't want to make her anymore upset than she obviously already was.

"OK. I was just checking."

Pausing for a moment, Dax decided that he might as well try to make the stranger feel better.

"You want me to give ya lift?"

The she-wolf appeared to instantly perk up at the invitation, her eyes wide in surprise at being invited to join a wolf who appeared at least seven years older than her. But, after a moment of thinking, and with the night she had had so far, she decided;

"What the hell!"

Hoping onto the Harley, the female beamed at Dax, who returned the smile as he zoomed down the road. Arriving in town, Dax pulled into the parking lot of a local bar he was familiar with, which was called De'd Dog's Bar and Grill. After stepping off of the motorcycle, Dax offered a hand to his lovely passenger, who flashed him a grateful smile. Entering the aforementioned eatery, which appeared to be empty save for a few late night stragglers, Dax and the female sat at the bar, with the bartender, a zebra, almost immediately coming to take their drink orders. Dax ordered a regular Heineken, while his new friend ordered a strawberry daiquiri. After the drinks had arrived, Dax decided to strike up a conversation.

"So sweets," he began.

"HOLD UP!" She quickly interrupted, making Dax jump as he looked into her wide eyes, "how do you know my name?!"

At first very confused, Dax's own eyes suddenly went wide in realization as he realized he had seen the wolf before…or rather in a selfie sent to him by an old friend. And needless to say, the sexy image of the busty girl on here back as his friend had his cock buried in her ass as they both flashed a piece sign and wink would be forever engrained in his head.

"Yer Sammy's friend Sweets, aren't ya?"

"Who?" she inquired, a little confused as to who Dax was referring to.

"Sam O'Brien?" Dax clarified, making the girl's eyes go wide as huge smile spread across her muzzle.

"OMG!" Sweets suddenly exclaimed as she finally took the time to study the male sitting by her side.

"My Landlord!" she interjected harshly.

"The bastard tried to rape me…and at the place I work!" Sweets angrily ranted. But, as Dax noticed, Sweets's anger seemed to shift towards sorrow, a thin line of tears forming in her eyes as she desperately tried to wipe them away. And it was at that moment that Dax realized that the poor girl had been through so much. But, to her further surprise, and confusion, Dax could see a small smile tug at her lips.

"luckily, these really nice vixen stopped him before he and his friends could…"

At that point, Sweets just couldn't hold it in any more.

Seeing Sweets on the verge of tears, Dax pulled her into a tight embrace, soon feeling her shoulders shutter as her body was wracked with sobs. Dax's heart broke as he witnessed the young woman break down. Using his hands, Dax brought Sweets's face up to meet his, cupping both of her cheeks as he used his thumbs to wipe her tears away. And at that moment, Dax could see in Sweets's eyes anger, sadness, pain, and the strongest of all, loneliness.

What happened next shocked Sweets greatly; Dax leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

Sweets, although surprised at first, slowly closed her eyes as she melted into the kiss, grasping Dax's hands with her own, moaning with Dax as he put so much passion into this one moment. But soon, the kiss started to become more heated, as evident when Dax felt Sweets brush her tongue against his teeth and lips, begging for entrance. Dax, not being one to deny such a lovely lady, granted her access, his larger tongue meeting hers. Lucky for them, the other patrons had already left and the bartender was in the back preparing to close up.

But Dax and Sweets didn't care, as evident by their lustful moans filling the eatery. At one point, Dax grew bold and slid one of his hands down Sweets's back and past her tail, stopping only when he reached her rear. Sweets quickly broke the kiss, letting out a loud gasp as she felt Dax's strong hand squeeze her rump, soon moaning shamelessly as he began to massage the luscious buttock. Deciding to return the favor, Sweets ran one of her hands down Dax's clothed chest, shuttering as she was able to feel some definite muscle underneath. Eventually, she reached the waist of Dax's pants, quickly unbuckling his belt and undoing his button and fly in the process.

"SWEETS!" Dax moaned as he felt the young woman snake her hand into his boxers, gently fondling his cock and balls. Sweets's eyes actually grew wide at the feeling of how big it was, even though she couldn't see it. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

"Sorry you two," the zebra bartender said as he emerged from the back, "time to lock up."

Luckily, the two lovers had just enough time to pull away from each other, Dax having barely enough to refasten his pants and belt. Flashing the bartender an understanding smile, Dax, pulling a fifty from his wallet, placed it on the counter.

"Sure thing, bud," Dax told the wide-eyed bartender, "keep the change."

With that, Dax and Sweets left the restaurant, returning to the former's motorcycle, Dax being a gentleman by helping Sweets on, who flashed him a flirtatious smile. Dax shuddered and felt himself grown harder in his pants when he saw Sweets lick her lips. Before long, the two were cruising down Highway 93 towards Sweet's apartment, the female having given the address to Dax as they left.

But Dax was in for a hell of a surprise.

Sweets, with a devious smirk, reached into Dax's boxers, her hand quickly finding what she was looking for before pulling it out. When she did, Sweets's eyes widened in a mixture of shock, horror, and of course, lust as she looked over Dax's shoulder. To her great surprise, Dax's cock measured at an impressive 11-inches-long, with a girth that made it so Sweets could barely wrap her hand around it. And the knot, well, it appeared the size of a baseball. Sweets shuddered.

How the fuck is this going to fit in me? she thought to herself, only to shrug it off as she figured if she could take Sam in her ass, she could take Dax. Even then, she didn't care as her lust took over as she began to slowly stroke the huge shaft, making Dax moan in the process. Taking this as a sign to continue, Sweets brought her other hand forward, placing it above the first. To Dax, the feeling was equivalent to getting a tandem handjob as Sweets began to pick up speed on his ever hardening dick. Before long, Sweets's efforts were yielding results as she saw a fair amount of precum leak from the tip of Dax's shaft.

But, just as Sweets was getting into it, she quickly noticed that they had pulled into the parking lotof her apartment. At that moment, a devious smile formed on Sweets's face as she quickly bolted from the motorcycle, followed close behind by Dax, both not caring, but secretly glad that the lateness of the hour meant that the neighbors wouldn't see their current state of undress.

As Dax and Sweets entered her apartment, the silver wolf was shocked to see that she was living in such a small place. The bedroom was pretty much connected to kitchen, the bathroom was almost closest size, and the washer and dryer were in the corner next to her bed.

And to Dax's surprise…the floor was strewn with toys.

Not sex toys, but KIDS toys, from dolls, to coloring books and the like.

But then, Dax remembered that Sam had mentioned Sweets was a single mother raising a seven-yar-old girl. Which was hardly a deal breaker for him. Hell, he had a kid of his own for crying out loud. Fifteen, smart, and just as horny as his old man. In fact, Dax's boy was part of a student exchange program, attending Old Scona in Edmonton, which was also part of the reason Dax was in Alberta…he missed his boy.

"I know it don't look like much, but it's home," Sweets said, pulling Dax from his musings as he saw her opening her fridge, only to slam the door shut after seeing there was nothing to eat.

Dax looked at Sweets sadly.

"This place looked bigger from the outside," Dax said with a laugh.

"Also, Sam mentioned you had a 'Lil Missy?'"

"Yeah, Ruth," Sweets said with a laugh as she pulled out her phone, going to her gallery before showing Dax a selfie of her and an adorable pup, her rust-colored fur possibly a trait of her biological father. But, to Dax's utmost surprise, he found that the girl had heterochromia…like him. Her right eye blue and the left green.

"Sorry you don't get to meet her tonight," Sweets said, swiping away form the gallery to go to the contacts, tapping one that Dax barley made out as "Tony's Pizzeria."

"A friend of mine and her husband are watching her…let me just say I hate being called into work on short notice."

Dax let out a huff of a laugh at that, though more so at of nervousness as years ago he didn't like getting "called into work" either.

Later that night after sharing a pizza, Dax and Sweets were seated on an old fold up couch. After a brief talk about their lives before coming to Jasper, Sweets brought up an interesting detail about herself.

"Dax," she said, blushing, "I thought you should know…Ruth's dad isn't in the picture anymore."

Dax grinned more than he intended, even though he couldn't help feeling skeptical. He raised a brow and gave her a quick smirk.

"Really, he isn't. And I mean I've dated some guys after," she admitted with a sheepish smile. "But...um…"

The silver wolf waited, but not patiently.

"I'm...I'm just looking for the right man. Technically," Sweets finally admitted.

Dax was at a loss for words. He gazed at his curvy, scantily clad she-wolf not knowing if he should believe her. His cock throbbed heavily as he silently admitted what an overtly sexual creature she was. The "technically" part was racing through his mind and raising a chaotic slew of questions he wasn't sure he really wanted to know the answers to.

And then there was that intense throbbing of his impossibly hard cock as it oozed a heavy flow of precum straight into his boxer short. He poured more whiskey into his glass and took a slow pull, buying time to gather his thoughts while his 's eyes never strayed away from his face. There was an expectant look in her eyes, almost apprehensive, but he felt like there was no right thing to say next.

"That's a good thing, isn't it, Dax?" Sweets finally said.

"Of course it is, baby. It's just... kind of an unusual thing to admit to the guy who you fucked at the bar in a strip club, don't you think?"

"I guess," she replied, smiling but looking down shyly. "But I just wanted you to know. I can't explain why. I kinda hoped you'd be that guy."

Sweets actually blushed. Her robe was constantly loosening and falling open wider to expose more of her enormous tits, barely covered by her red lace slip, but her unexpected confession made her face turn almost as red as her outfit. Dax knew to believe her then, and he instantly placed his hand onto of hers.

"Oh Sweets. I'd be proud to be your boyfriend... but ... well ... That's one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard. But…"

"Yes, Dax? What?" she asked, her heart beating faster now.

"I'm not sure you needed to say anything about the technically part."

Sweets blushed even harder but uttered a giggle. "Geeze, Dax," she said. "A girl has to be prepared to take certain steps to keep a guy from being too eager."

Then Sweets got off the couch and moved to her bed and laid down. Her body was positioned in such a way that Dax had a good view of her. "Well..." she said in a sultry voice. "Are you going to join me?"

Dax got up and stepped closer to her bed, gazing intently between her full, open thighs. Was it because of or despite her being his new girlfriend that he thought she had the smoothest, wettest, most beautiful pussy he'd ever seen? He wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything. The smell of her hot lust was growing stronger and filling his senses with blinding need. He finally pushed the waistband of his sweatpants down past his spunk-laden balls, allowing his hard, imposingly large cock to spring free.

"Holy smokes, Dax," Sweets gasped when she saw it.

He began stroking his thick shaft, aware of his 's gaze even though his own eyes were steadily trained on her pussy and playing fingers. Precum was oozing heavily from Dax's engorged knob while he began remembering how good his girlfriend's smooth pussy felt when he first slipped his aching rod into her slit.

"I can't believe that I going to fuck twice in the same night," he groaned, not thinking about what he was saying. "That pussy is just too beautiful to resist."

Sweets purred and rocked her hips.

"And it's all yours Dax."

She giggled briefly, but then the sound of her gasping breath took over again.

Dax could barely speak himself, but his curiosity about her sex life was more than he could avoid.

"How could a girl with a body like yours ever not not find a boyfriend until tonight?"

Sweets stared back at her silver wolf and slipped a finger up inside her sopping wet hole.

"All the men I ever met just wanted sex, not a relationship, just like my baby's father," she explained between gasps.

"But you were different."

"Fuck," he groaned. She made it sound as much like an invitation as a boast. His cock was painfully hard, and he had no idea how he was going to keep himself from fucking her like a mad dog. There just didn't seem to be any way a man could live under the same roof with a girl like her and not need her as much as he needed her now. She was a real fighter and slut all rolled up into one, stunningly hot package, but she was still a woman who needed some sort of protection.

And Dax was her man.

With her free hand, Sweets fondled and squeezed her enormous globes while her other hand kept working over the wet folds of her smooth pussy. Dax kept stroking, fully aware of his horny girlfriend's steady gaze on his cock. With his free hand, he pushed his sweats further down and let them fall to the floor. Then he stepped closer to her bed and sat down on the edge where he had a clear view of her wet pussy and the undersides of her enormous tits.

"I'm sorry, baby," Dax groaned, his cock throbbing harder by the second. "I just can't help…"

"It's okay, Dax," his agonizingly voluptuous girlfriend replied. Then she spread her glistening pussy open with both hands. "I want you to see it close up. I was hoping you'd really like it. It makes me even wetter to have you looking right at it...finally. Oh yes, I've thought about this so many times tonight."

"Fuck, baby."

He spent a few moments just staring at Sweets' spread pussy, amazed and aching for her more than he ever ached for anything.

"Don't you know why I want you to see it, Dax?"

Dax just shook his head without taking his eyes off the girl's pneumatic body.

"Because it's yours," she sighed. "All yours, Dax. You're the one I've been waiting for."

"Fuck me," he muttered.

He kept staring at her, waiting for her to rub her pussy again, but she didn't. She just kept holding it spread.

"Don't you wanna taste me, Dax?" she said, barely above a whisper. "C'mon, Dax, please. I want you to lick it so bad. I love you so much and I want to give you everything that belongs to you."

Dax was all but paralyzed by Sweets's words. He finally dragged his eyes off her open pussy and looked at her face. She was staring back at him with a glazed look in her eyes. His solid cock was pulsing hard in the tight grip of his fist. No girl had ever looked at him the way Sweets was at that very moment, yet at the same time, he knew they were playing with the hottest kind of fire there was.

"Sweets, as writer I have stepped on a few tails and made a few enemies," he cautioned unconvincingly.

"Yeah, Dax, I know. I don't care about that."

"Good to know. But…"

He finished the thought by leaning down and sliding his tongue up and over his girlfriend's generously offered pussy. Sweets pulled in a sharp gasp when her silver wolf's tongue lit up her heavily tingling pussy. Her hips rolled instantly in response, her gasp turning to moans while Dax eagerly slathered his tongue all around her creamily delicious slit. He soon focused his attention on her clit and slipped a finger up inside her hole at the same time.

Dax's finger curled and twisted inside his girlfriend, searching for her g spot while he suckled and lapped at her fully swollen clit. She could barely form words as she gasped and moaned, her luscious body now writhing with desire.

Sweets's pussy oozed heavily the more her silver wolf licked and fingered her. Her cream was sweet, tangy and intensely intoxicating. Dax probed at her hole with his finger and the tip of his tongue at the same time, but he soon drew his soaking wet finger out of her hole and wedged it under her tail and between her ass cheeks, searching for her puckered asshole.

Sweets gasped deeply and lifted her legs up higher, giving her silver wolf better access to her asshole. He massaged her tight bud with his honey-coated finger and made deep, hungry love to her pussy with his mouth.

"Oh, fuck me, Dax!" she cried, her hips rolling harder and harder against her man's mouth and finger.

Sweets's body went tense for a few moments and then relaxed. Dax backed off and watched her languish after her orgasm, pausing briefly to catch her breath. Then she shifted her body and took the hem of her outfit into her hands and peeled it off over her head. Dax pulled off his T shirt and slid over on top of her luscious body, grinding his rock-hard cock against her pussy as he lowered himself to kiss her.

Sweets whimpered while Dax's chest mashed down against her heavy, naked tits. They felt amazing against his body, and he was beyond reason when his girlfriend's mouth opened and set her tongue into motion against his.

Dax had never kissed any girl so hard or hungrily in his life. Nor had any kissed him back the way his own, incredible girlfriend was. At the same time, she was grinding her slick, wet pussy against his cock as hard as he was grinding against her. Then he squeezed his hands in between them and grasped at her enormous tits, kneading them eagerly with his strong hands.

He released her mouth and said, "Baby girl, reach down there and put my cock inside you for me. I need that pussy bad, but I can't bring myself to let go of these fantastic tits now that I finally have my hands on them."

Sweets giggled happily and kissed him again while she worked her hands down between their naked bodies. Finally, she got one hand on her pussy and spread herself open while she wrapped the other around her silver wolf's thick cock.

"Oh Baby, fuck, Dax you're so fucking hard," she cooed. "Oh hell, fuck me deep."

Dax let out a loud moan. His girlfriend's pussy felt so tight and smooth, and they both groaned as his rock-hard flesh gradually filled her body. They looked at each other in disbelief, even though nothing had ever felt more right or natural.

Dax growled as he began to pump his cock in and out of Sweets's spectacular body with long strokes. His grip on his tits went tighter and he lowered his head to suck and lick on her swollen nipples.

Sweets whimpered with pleasure, wrapping her legs around her silver wolf's hips and grinding her pussy hard against his thrusting cock. It wasn't long before he was straining to hold on and keep fucking his precious girl deep and hard. She didn't make it any easier because of the way she was moaning, and her pussy squeezed his pounding cock every time she came.

Sweets felt so happy, so safe and so pleasured by how Dax had treated her. Not only had he saved her from being raped, he had shown nothing but respect to her. She only hoped that he could land a job at the Moonlight Howl with her.

Finally, Dax raised himself up on his hands while he pumped his girlfriend's succulent pussy as hard and fast as he could, watching her pretty face twist with pleasure while her massive tits heaved with the force of his lunging body.

"Gimme your cum, Dax. I want it in me...fuck!"

With a final, frenzied volley of full body thrusts, Dax's pulsing cock exploded in Sweets's pussy, filling her with a hot flow of jetting spunk.

After that, they spent a long time kissing while Dax caressed the girl's beautiful tits. He kept his cock buried inside her until his dick finally started to relax and go limp.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, and Dax knew he had the girl he always needed right there with him.

But, while the two were loving the state of euphoria they were in, a wolf and a cougar, residing in a dark jail cell, were currently being obligated to relieve their angry friend of his pent-up frustration. But even as his head was held face down on the dirty bunk mattress, his nine-inch-cock swaying uselessly beneath him as Strom angrily pounded his tight passage, Hench just couldn't deny the pain and pleasure of having his ass stuffed felt like heaven to the newly converted masochist.

Nearby, Kako's naked body was splayed out on the floor, asshole gaping wide and overflowing with cum from the ruthless pounding he took from Strom. And as any passing cop could see, Kako's stomach was heavily distended, almost like a female cougar pregnant with triplets. And if they were to lean in, they could hear Kako mumbling.

"More…" he moaned as he unconsciously fingered his overflowing asshole, a dumb, fucked-stupid smile on his face as his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

"Please," he moaned again as he moved his fingers in and out of his enlarged hole, "want more teddy dong."

And lucky for Kako, he got what he wanted when a pair of cops, both bears to boot, opened the cell briefly to pull Kako out, the cougar's mouth watering as the buff ursines whipped out their hard fourteen-inch cocks before fucking him silly, the cougar's eyes rolling into eh back of his head as he was spit roasted by laughing bears, his stomach and throat bulging as a result, the smiling feline eagerly stroking his own ten-inch cock as this happened, his abdomen soon swelling a bit more from the copious amounts of cum being pumped into him, the feeling causing the cougar to start firing hot strands of cum from his own cock as a result.

And as the cops pulled out of the cougar, the feline landing on the cell floor with a thud and a moan, his ass and mouth leaking cum, Hench, who was held in a full-nelson by Strom, moaned shamelessly as his hard cock bounced as Strom thrusted up into his tantalizingly tight ass, her larger balls slapping into his own as his stomach bulged out in a large tubular shape, the wolf bolstering the same fucked-stupid smile as Kako

"Yes," he whispered as Strom's arms hooked under his knees and his hands clasped behind his head, the wolf's, tear-filled rolling into the back of his head as he felt his stomach started to swell from Strom's cum, the bear smiling wickedly as he heard the wolf moan like a whore as thick strands of cum erupted from his cock as the last bit of Strom's cum flooded his bowels, the canine's belly swelling larger and larger as Strom seemed to dump barrels of cum deep into him.

And not five seconds later, Hench was on his knees

"Clean it good ya little shit," Strom ordered Hench as the wolf sucked the bear's cum-covered cock, copious amounts of the stuff also leaking out of his sore ass. But as Strom shoved every-inch of his fifteen-inch cock down Hench's throat, the two crooks' ears perked at the sound of their cell being opened, making way for a white-tailed buck and white satllion, who just smirked at the display, which the two criminals quickly broke up before standing to their feet, making themselves somewhat decent as Kako stood shakily to his feet as well, not even bothering to cover himself as he was still in a state of euphoric bliss.

"Alright you three," he said, "your bail's been posted."

At first confused over who paid their bail, Strom and Hench thought it better than to question this chance at freedom, the two leaving Kako behind with the cop, who smirked lustful as he watched the cougar present himself, his screams of pleasure as he ass was once again stuffed hitting Strom and Hench's ears. But just as the two rounded the corner into the stations main lobby, their eyes widened to see the last person they'd expected, leaning over the front desk, flirting with a giggling vixen dispatcher, his blood-red suit, which complimented his jet-black fur perfectly.

Cain Aldan, the Dark Wolf himself.

But the moment his crimson eyes caught the two crooks, the subordinates of the bear who had been side for quite some time, his smile faltered.

"Thank you, Officer," Cain said to the stallion, who just nodded his head before heading back to his join his colleague in fucking Kako, leaving the two criminals, the dispatcher, and Cain alone. And after a few minutes of just standing in silence, staring at the other, Cain gestured to Strom and Hench to follow him, which the two did, but with great reluctance.

"See ya handsome," the vixen called in a noticeable east-coast accent. Cain, being the lustful horn-dog he was, gave the lovley female a parting gift in the form of his tongue shooting down her throat and his hand groping her clothed crotch, the act lasting only five seconds before the wolf pulled away, sending the flustered female a playful wink and grin before leaving, the two crooks in tow. And needless to say, Strom and Hench did not appreciate being roughly tossed into the backseat of the limo by two gorilla thugs. And when the ride was underway, Louis got right to it.

"You two should be grateful that I decided against having you two whacked."

This definitely caught their attention, Hench visibly scared out of his mind, while Strom, who was nervous himself, managed to keep a cool composure.

"But, with certain matters coming to light," Louis continued with a sigh, "I feel that there are more important matters to attend than dealing with third-rate punks like yourselves. So, I am giving you a second chance to keep your heads down. But, if you want to avoid that hassle...I am willing to make a proposition."

While Strom was greatly annoyed by Cain's arrogance, Hench, despite his better judgement, opened his mouth.

"What sort of...proposition."

And needless to say, Hench stilled when he heard Strom growl loudly at Cain's offer.

"Drop King Bear and come work for me. If you don't…well, I'll let you use your imagination…pull over."

With that, the driver pulled the limo to the side of the road, Cain opening the door before the vehicle came to a full stop. Taking the hint, Strom and Hench got out of the limo, with the door slamming shut behind them. But, before pulling away, Cain rolled down his window, his gaze now solely on Hench, as he knew Strom's reaction was a definitive no. And as Cain spoke, he procured a card for Hench, with only a phone number.

"Hench...if you and your cock-loving cougar of a friend change your minds...give me a call."

And with a squeal of it's tires, the limo was gone, leaving the two crooks alone to think over the "offer" they had been given.

And Strom didn't know why...well he did...but he knew who he was going to fuck his frustrations out on.


In the morning, Dax awoke from a haze of dreams to look down and find his pretty, curvaceous girlfriend lying between his legs with her lips sliding up and down his swollen cock. When Sweets realized her silver wolf was awake and watching her, she released his big cock from her mouth, giving his shaft a long lick before greeting him.

"Good morning, Dax," she grinned sweetly, holding his cock against the side of her face. "It's time for breakfast."

Dax nodded and pulled Sweets up to him. The two of them kissed and he then climbed out of bed and headed for the small pantry. He opened it to only find a few boxes of crackers, a jar of peanut butter, and a can of baked beans.

"I think we better go out to eat," Dax said closing the pantry. Sweets agreed and hurried to take a shower. After she was all cleaned up, Dax showered and the two of them got dressed. Ufortnately, the moment they opened the door…

"Who the fuck is this?"

"None of your business, Strom," Sweets said with a growl, her teeth bared at her land lord, the sick son of bitch who nearly raped her the night before. But, much to Sweets's ire, Strom merely let out a deep huff of amusement as he barged his way in, shoving Dax out of the way, making the silver-furred wolf fall and hit his head on the wall, slightly dazing him as Strom grabbed Sweets by the throat.

"You know, fucking those two cucks last night was fun," he said with sadistic growl, his hand reaching for the zipper of his pants, Sweets's eyes going wide in horror as Strom held her against the wall by the door.

"But I think what I really want is pussy."

And what Strom said next made Sweets's blood run cold.

"And who knows, maybe I'll have some fresh pussy from your little girl."

It was at this point that Sweets knew…Strom was an evil monster without conscience or mercy.

But lucky for her…she had Dax.

Before Strom had a chance to react, he was doubled over in pain, his grip gone from Sweet's throat as he grabbed his crotch, which had been at the receiving end of a savage kick from Dax's boot.

"How about no, FUCK FACE!" Dax growled as he grabbed the back of Strom's head, the bear soon receiving a bloody nose as Dax slammed his face into wall. And once he was certain that the bear was out for the count, Dax sent a relived Sweets a smirk and a wink, making the girl giggle as she stepped over her barely conscious landlord, who only had enough time to get out one sentence before passing out.

"You have…til the end of the week…to pack your shit…and GET OUT!"

To Dax's surprise, Sweets didn't seem to care, as evident by the fact she just spat on her landlord's body before the two got on his motorcycle and headed into town to find a place to eat.

"Sorry I got you kicked out," Dax said over the wind, earning a shrug from Sweets.

"He was an asshole. Besides…I don't think my friend will mind housing one more."

The two let out a loud laugh at this. And before long, they were well underway.

It didn't take the hungry couple to arrive at Walter's Dining Room. The owner, Walter Magnum, ran the place with great respect for his family name and reputation. Sweets led Dax inside and had him sit with her at the bar. They order a grilled egg and cheese sandwich with a glass iced milk to go with it.

But just across from the bar was the park and, in the park, was the chief of police, Able Aldan. With him, his beautiful wife Rachel and their little pup Matthew. Now, for some strange reason, Matthew had been acting really tired, which worried Rachel. Able being concerned, felt it best to take Matthew home and let him rest.

"Come on son, time to go home and take a nap," he said.

But as Able took hold of his pup to lift him up, Matthew screamed and started crying. He wasn't having a tantrum, no, he was in great pain.

"Matthew! Baby, are you hurt?!" Rachel cried trying to comfort her crying child.

But no matter how hard she tried, Matthew only cried louder. Able quickly pulled out his cellphone and called for an ambulance. Within five minutes the paramedics arrived. And it went without saying that the spectacle was one that caused the hearts of every parent to go out to the family. But, they knew that Jasper Regional was the best place for the pup at that moment, for Little Matthew would be in the care of the best doctor in the city, Eve Lewis.

Twenty minutes after Matthew had been administered, Eve came out to see the worried faces of Able and Rachel.

"Eve," the white-furred officer said as he and Rachel stood to their feet, theirs eyes wide in worry.

"How is he?"

Being a mother herself, Eve hated to give the reports, but the Aldan couple had to know the truth.

And she knew that the only way to give the news, was fast…like ripping off a Band-Aid.

"Your son has a very rare type of bone cancer. It's bad, and the odds of survival are only 10%."

"What!?" Able gasped at hearing the news.

"No! I won't let that happen. Just tell me how much treatment will cost," he said pulling out his wallet and check book. But all Eve could do was let out a sad sigh as she placed her hand on his.

"It will cost millions. The cancer your son has is one of the rarest bone cancers in the world. Only about ten out of five hundred thousand every get diagnosed with it every ten years."

Able felt his world fall apart.

He didn't make or have enough money to even cover one round of treatment for his son. Matthew was his and Rachel's only child and he'd be damned if he didn't try and get the money. For the rest of the day, Able tried everything to get the money for Matthew's treatment, but nothing came out of it.

Fortunately, Able would get the money.

Unfortunately…it would be DIRTY money.


The sun was now setting when Dax and Sweets arrived at the Moonlight Howl after a long day.

Throughout the day, the new couple enjoyed themselves. Sweets showed Dax some of her favorite hangs in the city, the two actually sharing some as Dax mentioned a few spots were his favorites whenever he visited Sam. But the day wasn't just for sightseeing. At one point, Sweets had Dax swing by her friend Candy's house, the silver-wolf getting a little show when the two she-wolves greeted each other with hot, tongue-filled kiss.

But Dax wasn't at all bothered, as he found it very hot.

During the visit, Dax had become acquainted with Candy, the rusty-furred female sending him a flirtatious wink every know and again, and her husband Michael Swanson, but everyone just called him Mooch. But, the one Dax was most excited to meet was little Ruth, the little pup taking an instant shine to Dax, especially when she discovered that they both where heterochromic. In the end, Sweets explained to Candy her situation. And Candy, being the great friend she was, agreed to let Sweets and Ruth stay as long as they needed.

And for Sweets, this called for celebration, which was why she and Dax were at her place of employment.

The parking lot was empty except for a few cars with men waiting for the doors to officially open in an hour. Sweets led Dax inside through the employee entrance, there he was surprised to see all the staff lined up in groups. The two bosses, Scars and Claw were smiling at the silver wolf, who was regular whenever he was in town.

"Welcome back Dax," Claw said offering her hand to Dax.

"Thanks Claw," he said shaking it.

"Well, well, well…look who it is," an Irish voice sounded from behind Dax, the Texan smiling a big old smile as he turned to see one of his oldest friends, tailed by his lovely Hispanic wife, both decked out for the knight, with Sam shirtless in an Irish-tartan kilt, and Terra with only open-toed high heels, leaving her nothing but what God gave her.

"SAMMY BOY!" Dax called as he enveloped the Irish-wolf in a tight embrace, the two friends laughing as their tales wagged.

"I see you met Sweets," Sam responded as he pulled away, gesturing to the blushing female who offered her two cents.

"Meet…and fucked."

"Damn you work fast," Sam said with a laugh, learning a round of laughter from the others as well.

"Tell me about," Sweets said, her expression briefly turning sour.

"Took Strom out in two hits." Everyone froze at this, the only sound pervading their ears being the beats from the DJ booth, which Dax had noticed was being run by a rather cute tarantula.

"Strom got out?" Scars inquired, his arm wrapping protectively around Claw. And as he did, Dax happened to notice that Sam seemed a bit…unnerved. And Dax had known Sam logn enough to know that when he was n edge, he should be as well.

"Y-yeah," Dax said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he turned his attention away from his friend.

"Kinda wish I didn't do that. Bastard kicked out Sweets and her girl cause of it."

"B-BUT DON'T WORRY!" Sweets suddenly interjected upon noticing all the worried glances being sent her way.

"Candy and Mooch said they'd put us up until we found a new place."

"Sweets," Terra cooed as she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "you should have come to me. Sam and I would have no problem putting you up. You know we have the space for it. And Ruth would be thrilled to death staying with her favorite baby-sitter."

"Thanks T," Sweets responded with a kind smile, "but you guys have already done so much for me."

"Well," Sam added in with huff, "just know our door's always open."

But while the trio were having there conversation, Sam was listening into a proposition that Claw was making to Dax.

"So, seems you're pretty strong if you can take out Strom that easily?"

"I suppose," Dax said with a laugh, only for his laugh to falter as Claw examined his admittedly fit frame.

"Ever thought of getting a job here? We're in need of an extra bouncer."

"W-well, I don't…" Dax began to say, only to feel a strong hand on his shoulder. And upon turning to face the owner, Dax was met with the smiling Face of Sam…whose eyes did not convey that same aura of friendship.

"Dax," he said in a dangerously low voice.

"Have a drink with me…we'll be right back Claw."

Before Dax or Claw could protest, Sam led Dax to the bar.

"Hey Babs," Sam said to the lovely Cocker Spaniel behind the counter, who Dax noticed was completely nude, save for a black apron that barley covered her busty chest.

"Double Jameson on the Rocks, please."

"Of course, Samuel," the lovely canine said, reaching up to get a bottle of Jack Daniels, which gave Dax a clear view of her round apple-shaped ass. But, before he could really enjoy the show, Babs had placed the two glasses before the two males, Sam raising his in thanks as the spaniel went on with her work.

"Samuel?" Dax inquired with a mischievous wink.

"Yeah, Babs is pretty formal," Sam added in, only to notice Dax offering his glass to him. Taking the hint, the Irish-wolf smiled as they clinked their glasses before slow drag. But, once the two glasses were set back down on their coasters, the real conversation began.

"Take the job…I need ya here."

Dax froze, the smooth whiskey sitting in his mouth before it could even travel down his throat.

"What?" he said after finally swallowing the drink, the warm burn quite welcoming to him.

"Fay Davis doesn't need…"

"Fay Davis died sixteen years ago," Sam interrupted, sending Dax a hard glare, the silver wolf only shrugging it off.

"And Wild Bill Daxton died TEN years ago, what's yer point?"

"My point is there's a storm coming, Bill."

Dax froze at this.

Sam hadn't called him that for…well, ten years.

"Fay Davis doesn't ask from help…but Sam O'Brian does."

Dax then looked over at Sam, the Irish-wolf looking forlorn at his drink, only to lift his gaze to meet his friend's. And Dax, upon noticing that Sam had more to add, could only sigh as a trace of a smile formed on his lips.

"You've changed Fay…and for the better."

It was then that Sam knew that it was time for Dax to speak.

"You knew exactly who you were Fay, what you were meant to be…always did."

Dax paused for a moment, pondering as he swirled his drink.

"Me," he continued with a sigh, looking up as he stared blankly at the shelves of booze in front of him.

"I'm still looking…and I don't think I want to look anymore."

"Watch'ca saying, Bill?" am inquired, knowing full well what his friend wanted to say…he just wanted to hear it.

"I miss the old days, Fay. Sure, Diane gave me my boy, and I'm glad to have him, but…I miss it. The three of us against the world."

There was a long pause after that. And for the next minute or so the two friends just sat in silence.

That is until Dax spoke again after taking a long drag of whiskey.

"And don't sit there and lie to me that you don't."

Sam could only let out a long sigh as he looked at his own drink, now clasped in both of his hands as he stared at his reflection.

"Of course I miss it…but I wouldn't trade what I have now for any that."

With that, Sam looked to Dax, a sad smile on his lips as he placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder.

"And I know you wouldn't either."

And despite himself, Dax allowed himself to smile, once again offering his glass to Sam. But as Dax took another hit, Sam just kept taking, his face now dead serious.

"But you should take the job."

Dax almost choked on his drink before turning, wide-eyed, to Sam.

"What…why?"

"Something's coming, Bill. Something BIG. And it's something that if left unchecked not only put's ourselves at risk, but our families at risk."

The answer was low, but firm. And Wild Bill Daxton knew that if Fay Davis was worried…

He should be too.

"What is it?" Dax finally asked, realizing it was best to hear his friend out.

Letting out a sigh, Sam continued.

"Axis is real."

Dax stilled at this.

Even though Sam had been out f the field for sixteen years, he still held this rather OBSESSIVE fixation on the entity know as Axis…the one who orchestrated the current Crime War in Zootopia.

"Are you sure."

"Damn Sure," Sam promptly responded to his friends bewildered question.

"And it must be bad because Winston recruited Mason Canis and Terra Webbs."

"Mr. Wolf and Ms. Tarantula…The Bad Guys?" Dax inquired, his own knowledge of the former crime group quite evident in his tone, especially when he looked back at the busty tarantula in the DJ booth.

"Yeah," Sam responded, only for a nervous, but still cheeky smile to from on his lips.

"And Diane came with them."

The moment that name hit his ears, Dax felt his heart skip a beat. In truth, he was hoping he wouldn't have to see Diane so soon after their most previous meeting…

But apparently, it was inevitable now.

And with what Sam said next…even more so.

"I'm not asking as a friend…I'm asking as a friend, Husband, and FATHER."

Looking into his friend's eyes, Dax knew there was no way out of it.

And so, after letting out a sigh, Dax shrugged as he raised his glass one more time.

"Guess I'm in."

Sam smiled as he followed suit.

"Hey…it'll be just like old times."

A clink and a gulp later, Dax was standing in front of Claw.

"I trust you changed your mind about the bouncer job?" Claw said, arms crossed as an encouraging smile etched itself on her face. And while Dax was still hesitant, the look he exchanged with both Sam and Sweets helped strengthen his resolve.

And so, with a sigh and a smile…

"I guess so."

Upon hearing this, Claw, her smile still present, gestured for Dax to follow her, giving him the tour before being introduced to the team.

"…And here at the Moonlight Howl, we treat our workers like family. Nobody slanders or mistreats others. No drinking while on duty. We don't permit dishonesty, no stealing of the other's well-earned tips. And we also strongly enforce the rule of "No means No!" so that our performers will feel safe here, Dax," Claw explained as she led him first to the servers/bartenders.

"You already know Sweets," Claw smiled as she patted the cream furred beauty on the shoulder, taking him back to the bar where the spaniel female was now joined by a very campy looking mongrel, who was helping the female relax by hot-dogging a thick ten-inch stiffy between her ass cheeks.

"Lawrence and Babs Bennet, but we just call them 'Lady and the Tramp'" she said, then an orange tabby walked up, fully dressed as compared to his fellow bartenders.

"Meet the smooth, but charming, Thomas O'Malley."

"Nice to meet the guy who saved my favorite wolf," O'Malley said as he gave Dax a slap on the back.

"Nice to meet you, guys," the silver wolf smiled, then he was led to the where the strippers were standing.

"You already know Sam and Terra, but..." Claw then pointed to a Native American horse couple waved at him.

"Mathew 'Spirit' & Rain 'Little Creek' Colt," Claw smiled then pointed at a long-haired purebred white Turkish Angora cat with blue eyes. Dax stared in awe at her beauty, however her eyes were a true sight to behold, they shined like sapphires and the collar she wore was gold with diamonds.

"Hello, I'm Duchess O'Malley," she said with a slight French accent.

"I am very glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Stirling." she said with a heavy French accent, shaking the silver wolf's hand. Then add when she saw his mismatched eyes, "What pretty eyes."

"Thank you, Duchess," he replied.

"And please, call me Dax."

Then he was introduced to dog couple named Will and Rita Dodger, A lioness duo that was clearly mother and daughter, Zira and Vitani Taka. Then another lioness who Dax recognized as Kiara Hanes, daughter to King Simba Hanes from the Pride Lands of Zootopia.

Then there was the graceful Italian jaguar, Gia Estrada, The strong Vitaly Sakovich from Russia. Both were once circus performers but ended up becoming strippers when their acrobatic skills were scouted by Claw.

Two twin wolves named Lyle and Link who were pretty much known for being bi and the mayor's favorite dancers.

Finally, there was Sarah "Mittens" Bolton, a black tuxedo cat, who Dax remembered as the wife of an old friend, the best porn director in the industry, John "Bolt" Bolton.

After that, Claw left Dax in the hands of Scars. He led Dax to the bouncers. A pair of dogs named Kevin "Balto" Wells and Jim "Steele" Fraser, then a lion pair of lions who were brothers, Nuka and Kovu Taka.

"You will be working with them, so get yourself a stab vest and hat and we can get this show on the road," Scars said handing Dax his bouncer uniform. The silver wolf hurried to the back and got dressed.

And when the doors opened, huge crowds of men and women flocked in to enjoy the night's festivities. But soon, all eyes were on the main entrance as King Bear himself, Alex O'Conner entered, followed by his wife Belle and her star pupil, Shenzi Jaclyn, the hyena.

The ursine couple then proceeded to their favorite VIP room in the back. A great sigh of relief was felt throughout the Moonlight Howl, but just then, Able Aldan made his entrance and headed for the back to try and make a deal with the devil.

He was surely going to regret this, but it was all for his son.