The trip was uneventful, save for Daniel's occasional panic attacks.
The eighteen-year-old wolf just hated flying, always did. And Nick had thought that given how Cody career in the Air Force required constant travel and relocation, Daniel would have been used to it. In fact, Cody would never admit out loud, but he felt that his son and daughters' personalities had been swapped, since the fifteen-year-old Elise spent most of the flight clocked out, her tongue lolled out with a thin line of drool running down her cheek.
But, luckily for the ginger-furred teen, the flight was just one hour out of Jasper International. Which reminded Nick that he needed to go see how his grandfather was doing in the "Mile High Club," which was a bar adjacent to the first-class accommodations in which they were seated.
In truth, Nick had sent Cody…three hours ago.
When he didn't return, Nick sent Richie…two hours ago.
Then the Savages volunteered to go in…an hour before.
Then Rex…fifteen minutes ago.
But, given the nature of the bar, which was advertised by a sign that held a fine print that said "A Subsidiary of the Moonlight Howl (Jasper, AB)", it didn't take much for Nick to know what was taking them so long, as he knew that Rex was also a frequent guest to the raunchy Canadian establishment whenever he visited his biological son.
Now, Nick would have sent Daniel…but given the fact that Daniel might have panic attack entering the room of obvious debauchery, it was probably best he didn't. Even more so when he remembered that Daniel wouldn't be too bothered by the female flight-attendants…but the timid wolf, with his lanky frame and smooth orange fur would be instantly targeted by the hunky males.
Yep…Daniel fancied himself men.
Not that the family minded. Cody and Rex were always supportive. And while Richie was religious, which tended to turn many in the "community" away from him, he never judged. Instead, he welcomed anyone and everyone with open arms, regardless of who they were.
Richie truly believed in "Loving Thy Neighbor."
And when his neighbors were threatened…no one was safe.
After informing the young wolf where he was going, Nick sent a kind smile to Kris and Jason, the otter showing no shame in breastfeeding her child, who was being dotted on by his pregnant and equally loving "aunts" and grandmother as they also took turns in breastfeeding him. And for Nick, the arousing sight made his pants grow tighter and tighter as he made his way to the mahogany door that separated the passenger compartment from the bar. And even before he opened it, Nick's ears were greeted by the sound of deep bass music and moans of pleasure.
And the moment he set foot into the compartment…he nearly tripped over the pile of clothes that were strewn about.
Max, who was seated by the bar, was having his cock sucked by a curvaceous sheep, her lips kissing his knot with each bob of her head, all while her pussy was being ravaged by Rex, the canine's huge dong making the smaller sheep's stomach bulge from the intrusion.
Not far from the trio, a group of rabbit stewardesses soon found their stomachs looking as if they were each pregnant with a full litter, courtesy of the cum that had been pumped into them by Jones and Delgato, dressed only in what the universe had graced them with at birth, the two former police officers-turned-bodyguards offering a bit more of their spunk to the rabbits, jerking off energetically as they shot a few more ropes on the fucked-stupid girls. But it wasn't just the girls having fun. Some of the men were finding relief in each other.
Nick felt his hard-on in his pants grow even more stiff at the sight of Jack, stripped to his fur as he rode Fangmeyer's huge dong, the tiger's chest pressed against the smaller rabbit's back as the latter eagerly worked his hands on the shafts of two fully nude artic foxes, all while his mouth was occupied with the cock of a fully nude snow leopard, who used his foot to give Jack's bobbing cock some much needed attention.
And not too far from them, Nick caught sight of a lynx steward, also completely nude, sandwiched between Cody and Wolfard, the hung canines clearly giving the young male a run for his money as his tight star was stretched by their big cocks. Nick was even able to make out a long rope of white shoot up from between the chests of the two wolves stretching his hole. And given the fact the younger male had his arms wrapped around his Cody's neck, Nick didn't need to be a genius to know that Nick came without laying a hand on himself.
"Glad you could join us, Slick."
Turning to the seductive voice, Nick felt like his boner was going to burst right out of his pants the moment he saw Judy and Richie saunter up to him, Judy's breast bouncing with each step along with Richie's foot-long cock, which was drenched in cum and female juices, clearly his and Judy's as Judy's pussy was dripping with the pearly-white substance.
"W-we'll be landing shortly," Nick stammered, trying his best to conceal the blush bleeding through his fur, only to receive quite a surprise when he noticed Richie and Judy, with a look of affection, as well as mischief in their eyes, start to lower themselves to their knees. And as they did so, Nick noticed that Richie was undoing the buttons on his shirt, and Judy his belt and pant zipper, revealing to both that underneath was nothing but a white underbelly, framed by impeccable abs, which descended down to a raging hard-on.
Long time no see, big boy, Judy thought to herself, secretly proud that a bunny, who's head only just came up to Richie's pelvis, could take such a monster cock. But she was soon pulled from her thoughts upon hearing Nick's moan, the fox's clothes now on the floor, though Nick didn't care, as the warm, velvety walls of Richie's throat were heaven as it massaged his aching shaft.
Now, from what Nick had heard from through the grapevine, Richie was usually on the receiving end of any blowjob, very rarely reciprocating it. But, the more she watched the German shepherd bob his head on Nick's cock, the sight reminiscent of a scene out of a cliché porno, his speed picking up in tempo thanks to the added measure of Nick grabbing his head and practically face-fucking him, Judy began to focus more on fish-hooking her hungry cunt, her juices running down her legs like a river as she shamelessly moaned with Nick, who was fighting every urge to cum, despite the sound of Richie's moans and choking gags hitting his ears, and the lieutenants' rapidly growing abundance of saliva coating his cock as he assaulted his fellow colonel's throat.
"Richie," Nick moaned, "I'm gonna cum."
But, much to Nick's disappointment, Richie quickly withdrew from his dick, the fox letting out a whine of pain as his orgasm was denied. However, his discomfort was short lived as Richie, after getting to his feet, swiftly grabbed Nick's shoulder's, turning him around so that he was facing a very aroused Judy, who after noticing Richie give her a subtle glance to Nick's saliva covered cock, fully gave into her instincts by dropping to her knees, another deep moan escape Nick's throat as he felt Judy's almost immediately encase his throbbing cock, the doe resuming her actions of rubbing her aching cunt as she did so. But as Nick's orgasm began to gain strength again, a shiver ran down his spine as he heard Richie whisper into his ear.
"You love the submissive fox cliché, don't you…SLUT?" Richie whispered as he lined up his slick cock with Nick's ass. Though the moment Richie thrusted forward, Nick was far from complaining when he felt the heavenly feeling of his ass getting stretched and his stomach bulging out as Richie impaled every inch of his cock in his fuck-hole. Even Judy began cumming like a water fall as she beheld the long tubular bulge in Nick's abdomen through her tear-filled eyes, Nick's vicious onslaught of her own bulging throat making her makeup run down her cheeks and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
So hot, was all she could think to herself, the doe finding that her mind was going into a haze from the combination of crippling arousal, as well as the crippling shortage of air into her lungs. In fact, Judy was starting to get a bit scared as she began to see black at the edge of her vision. But, lucky for her, Richie only needed to pump two times into Nick before the shepherd shoved his knot into the fox's ass, the smaller male unleashing his massive store of cum down Judy's throat and into her stomach, the piping hot fluid causing great warmth to radiate through the doe's body, the feeling even bringing about another great orgasm from Judy, the female practically cumming with the same amount of force as before.
Before long, Judy felt Nick's grip on her head loosen, the doe finally being able to pull back enough to get some air. And it was at that moment that Judy realized that in her state of orgasmic bliss, she had swallowed all of Nick's delicious, salty cum without spilling a drop, her own stomach slightly distended from the onslaught. But, Judy was far from complaining as she began to caress the small bump in her abdomen, the doe looking up to the panting Nick with a tender gaze as Richie, with a smug smile of his own, withdrew his own cock from Nick's now gaping hole, the shepherd clearly only wishing to bring Nick to a good release, the dog walking away without another word to stuff a white-tailed doe who had been rubbing herself to the show.
Needless to say, the raucous party took place up until the pilot's voice sounded their arrival.
Unfortunately, those good times were out the window the moment they exited the plane.
The airport was in complete chaos as predators were either trying to leave the city or were fighting with prey animals who were supporting the Lords of Prey. Within the chaos, Kris got separated from her group. And as she made her way through the crowd, the beautiful otter held Jason close to her, trying to keep him calm while also trying to create a barrier of safety between the raucous mob and her son. But luckily, there was door nearby with an exit sign overhead. And upon stepping through the door, she was able to let out a sigh of relief when she saw it led to an empty baggage claim.
VIP, if the cocktail bar and decorative furniture was any indication.
Now that she was alone, Kris started to sing a song to get Jason to calm down. Unfortunately, as the baby drifted off to sleep, a trio of wolves, enforcers of Axis appeared. The three of them looked at Kris with lust in their eyes.
"Well, a sexy milf otter with her baby all alone," the leader said as he walked toward Kris.
"What makes you think she's alone?" came the voice of Nick Wilde. The three males turned to see the fox come out of the shadows.
One of the wolves, an albino scoffed.
"You protect her?" he asked, his pink eyes scrutinizing Nick as he did.
Just then Kris, in a spectacular feet of strength and balance with her baby in her arms, jumped up on the back of the wolf and held a knife to his neck.
"What makes you think I need protecting," she growled in his ear as the other enforcers pulled their pistols and aimed at her.
However, they were quickly taken down by Fangmeyer and Delgato, who had managed to keep their eyes on Kris. And before the albino knew what had happened, his two colleagues where on the ground, either with a slit throat, or a broken neck. The albino then begged for his life, which Kris gladly let him keep.
With the wolf gone, Nick and the others made their way to meet King Bear...
All while Sam, Dax, Terra and the O'Brian kids watched the chaos from their new house.
"God help us all," the Irish-wolf whispered as he downed the rest of his drink.
Very rarely did Sam hate to be right.
After arriving in Jasper, Rex and his family were dropped off near the center of town, while Nick and the others went to meet with King Bear. And when they arrived at the house of said bear, everyone felt a slight tingle of fear going down their backs. After all, Alex O'Connor was one to be known for being one who mixed hospitality with homicide. It was no surprise that this bothered Nick and Max the most because the Rainforest mob was not on best terms with the Jasper City mob, but if King Bear had reached out for help in dealing with the Lords of Prey, then it must have been bad.
The group was led inside and were met with a very erotic sight. Standing in a neat row were the maids of the house dressed in nothing but high heels shoes, stockings, garter straps, thong panties, and bras that were all in black and white.
Standing beside the maids were the male servants. All of them were wearing nice black shoes with only black bow ties and a matching speedo.
Fangmeyer, Delgato, Wolford and Jones were very pleased with this welcome, the same could not be said for Nick, Jack and Max. After all, the women that they loved with all their hearts were standing right behind them. And the situation was made even more tense as s a maid offered to take Nick's coat, resulting in Kris, still holding her baby, getting in between them.
"Listen honey," the sexy otter said with venom spewing from her voice.
"I have no problem sharing my husband with others, but don't think that I'm doing that with someone who works for King Bear."
The maid, a busty, curvaceous black jaguar, narrowed her eyes at Kris as she stared daggers at her.
"Oh really?" she said to Kris.
"Maybe your husband would prefer my sweet pussy more than yours."
"Megan!" came King Bear's voice from atop the stairs. Everyone looked up to see the mighty ursine walking down with his wife beside him. And the moment the maid saw the disapproving glares of her employer and his wife, she could tell that she had broken a rule about talking back to guests in a wrong way.
She quickly apologized both to her master of the house and Kris.
"Forgive me," she said to both.
King Bear nodded at seeing how Kris seemed to calm down a bit, but still, a punishment was need.
"Megan, return to Belle's classroom and wait there for her."
Megan bowed and hurried off. King Bear then looked at Kris who stood firm, not at all intimidated by him. The mighty ursine then smiled.
"I welcome you all to my home. Dinner will be served shortly, so please, make yourselves at home and if you need anything, a member of my staff will be happy to be of service."
With that, King Bear excused himself as he and Belle went to check on the dinner.
Marian and June sat down on a nice couch and were given a nice shoulder massage by two of the male servants. Nick and Kris admired the art paintings on the wall as a maid explained the history of the paintings. Kayla tended to her twins as Max cradled little Jason, but as for Fangmeyer, Delgato, Wolford, and Jones, they were fucking both male and female members of the staff.
As for Jack and Judy, they hurried off to admire the beauty of the garden.
The dinner bell rang thirty minutes later. The table was neatly set up and all the food looked to be of top quality. As Nick took a sip of wine, his taste buds exploded.
"Ah, an 1885 Verdelho Madeira," The fox said as he sniffed the wine he tasted.
"Very good year."
With that, the meeting was underway.
However… King Bear wasn't the only one calling a meeting. Down in an old abandoned warehouse, Axis stood before the assassins their men had called up. Seven in total.
One was the mighty Toro who had already delivered a powerful blow to King Bear's power.
Two and three were a pair of vixens, sisters to be precise. Kayla and Sarah Flasker, each one possessing a unique set of skills.
Kayla was known for being poisonous, due to genetic altercations to her DNA. Her sister, Sarah was trained in the deadly arts of the Ninja. No one would ever see her coming.
The fourth assassin was an elk named Boomer. He was known for blowing things up.
The fifth and sixth assassins were two gay lovers, a cheetah and zebra. Dexter and Issac. Both were skilled shooters and excellent knife fighters.
The final one was a pig named Gears. He had a great mind for robotics, able to make huge machines that could tear through entire buildings.
So now that the seven were all here, Axis took a seat before them.
"Welcome everyone," the evil leader said.
"I have been waiting for you all. Starting tomorrow, each of you will be dealing with certain animals that are a threat to the Lords of Prey's power. Ever since the dawn of time, predators have been at the top of the food chain, while animals like me..." Axis looked around at the assassins before finishing.
"Have been at the bottom. However, that is about to cha-"
"Hey," Issac spoke up, interrupting Axis.
"Just skip to the part where I can kill someone."
Axis crossed their arms.
"Excuse me, but I'm the one who is at the head of the table."
Issac smirked, he found it funny that the most dangerous terrorist leader was trying to tell him to shut up. The zebra opened his mouth to speak again, but was quickly shut up with jolt of electricity running through his seat.
Everyone stared in shock as Issac collapsed to the floor, sobbing from the pain.
Axis then spoke up.
"Let this be a lesson for you all that I don't tolerate rudeness."
The others all agreed as Dexter helped his boyfriend back into his seat.
"Now, as you all know, Dawn Bellwether and Angela Swinton tried to use Blue Titan and fear-based tactics to take over Zootopia. That plan, however, was foiled by Mr. Big and Max Fray joining forces with members of the ZPD and MI6."
Kayla raised her hand. Axis guested to her giving the vixen permission to speak.
"If I recall, MI6 agent Jack Savage and former ZPD officer now turned mob boss, Nick Wilde were the main cause of the downfall of the Lords of Prey in Zootopia."
"Correct," Axis applauded.
Boomer pulled out a block of C4, he seemed very eager to started on whatever the mission was.
"Ok, so just point me in the direction of Jack and Nick and blow those two suckers to hell," he stated confidently, the other assassins nodded, but not Axis.
"No, I will deal with Nick Wilde and Jack Savage," he objected to Boomer's statement.
"You just stay away from them and concentrate on deal with the targets I have assigned to you."
The elk was not happy about being told what to do.
"Listen Axis," he growled, "I say we kill all of Nick and Jack's friends today. No hesitation! No mercy!"
"No! That is not how I work!" Axis said slamming their fist down on the fist down on the table.
"I fight my enemies as you would in a game of chess. No rushing! Just patience and lots of thinking."
Finally Boomer couldn't stand it any more.
"I'm out then," he said.
"I don't plan things out, I just do things."
Axis then pressed a button on his chair arm and Kayla's cell phone buzzed. The sexy vixen looked down at the message and smiled. Getting up from her chair, Kayla pulled out a bottle of perfume, which she began to spray herself with. The minute Boomer caught the scent of it, he began to feel all warm on the inside and his mind burned with lust toward Kayla.
"Come to me, Boomer," Kayla said in a sultry voice, drawing the elk in closer to her. When he was standing face to face with her, the vixen wrapped her arms around his strong neck.
"Oh, Boomer, I want you. Please..." she looked her gaze with him.
"Kiss me."
Boomer pressed his lips to Kayla as she shoved her tongue into his mouth and the two began moaning. The vixen started tongue fucking the elk's mouth and he kissed deeper. It was so great and he loved it, but that was when something felt off. Every part of his body felt like it was burning. His heart began beating faster and his tongue started to go numb.
Kayla smiled and with her lips still pressed against Boomer's lips, she pinned him to the table and kissed him even harder and deeper. By now, the elk was trying to get Kayla off of him, but she was latched on like a trap. He started trying to scream as the pain shot through him, then, all was quite.
"I am really to die for," Kayla smirked as she broke the kiss, leaving Boomer twitching on the table. His once brown eyes were now bloodshot. His mouth had blood-stained foam running down his cheeks. He was dead. Turning to Axis, the poisonous vixen smiled.
"I believe you own me half a million?" she asked.
Axis paid her.
After seeing that Axis meant business, everyone didn't question or dare anger the leader of the Lords of Prey.
Elsewhere, in a small, ritzy suburb just a little outside of the city proper, Rex pulled his groups rental SUV into the driveway of a modest, but still very elegant two-story Cape Cod-Style house, it's white shingle-siding seemingly glistening in the now glowing mid-morning moonlight. And once the vehicle was put in park and shut off, he, Cody and Richie hoped out, followed by Daniel and Elise, the fifteen-year-old female bouncing up and down as she and Daniel ran to the front door, followed closely by the three older males, their hands and arms carrying the luggage that they had brought with them.
By the time Rex, Cody and Richie had reached the house, Elise had already rang the doorbell, the giddy girl bouncing up and down as ten seconds felt like ten minutes. But her patience was soon rewarded when the door swung open, revealing the greying grey fur of her SIGNIFICANTLY older cousin, courtesy of the fact that Cody didn't have kids until he was in his forties. And as Elise's gaze met the sky-blue eyes of her cousin, she immediately threw herself into his arms.
"HUMPHREY!" she exclaimed.
Humphrey Chambers was an all-around awesome guy. Not only was he married to his high school sweetheart, Kate Maverick, but he was also blessed with three kids of his own. And while that might seem like a handful to some, Humphrey was able to take good care of them with his career in stand-up comedy. And Humphrey wasn't a hole-in-the-wall type of comedian. No, he was legit with an international following that put him in the top ten list of the most popular comedians in the world. And fact, he had just finished his latest world tour just in time to relax and spend time with his family.
"Hey squirt," he responded, setting the girl down before stepping aside, allowing Elise and her party to enter, the youngest members eyes widening at the immaculate foyer, which extended all the way up to the second-floor ceiling, a glass chandelier serving as a centerpiece, light reflecting off of the fixture onto the ground floor and the second flooring mezzanine, accessible by a staircase in the foyer.
"Hey bud," Humphrey greeted Daniel, trading a high five before giving his uncle a side hug.
"Uncle Cody."
"Humphrey my boy," Cody responded as he passed, making way for Richie, who immediately dropped his things as wide smile spread across the shepherd's muzzle.
"My Brother," Humphrey said, his arms spread wide to accept his step-brother.
"MY Brother!" Richie responded with a laugh as the two enveloped each other in a massive bro-hug.
"Alright Richie," Rex interjected with a laugh, "quit hogging my boy."
The two step-bros eventually did pull apart, leaving Humphrey to smile with his father.
"Hey Pop," he said, be enveloped in one of Rex's infamous bear hugs.
"Hey Humph," Rex responded as he squeezed his boy tight.
"I see you guys made it okay."
Looking to the stairs, the group smiled as they saw Humphrey's wife make her way down the steps, dressed in a simple white blouse and jean-jeggings.
"HI KATE!" Elsie shouted as she ran to meet Kate at the bottom of the stairs, the golden-furred beauty letting out an OOMPH! of a laugh as she eagerly returned the embrace.
"Hi Sweeties," Kate responded as they parted.
"Am I prettier than you yet?" Elsie suddenly asked, causing everyone else in the room to roll their eyes.
"Not yet," Kate responded with a laugh, "but I'm getting worried."
With that, Kate turned to the other guests.
"If you all would like to head up stairs, your rooms are ready."
"Thanks Kate," Cody said as he grabbed his and the kids' bags, heading up the stairs, followed by Rex, who stopped briefly to ask Kate something.
"Any chance of seeing the youngest Rugrat tonight?"
Rex of course was referring to his youngest grandson Marcus, though everyone just called him Runt, despite the fact that he was in pretty good shape compared to other sixteen-year-olds.
"He'll be back later. He's hanging out with Anna at Sam's."
Rex nodded before he continued, happy that his grandson was enjoying his life after he had nearly been ended by a deranged cougar.
"What about the twins?" Cody called over the railing, referring to Humphrey and Kates' oldest children, Andrew and Claudette, the fraternal twins who would just be finishing up their freshman year at Alberta University.
"Kate and I will be picking them up when term ends next week," Humphrey answered.
"Them and their significant others."
"They still with Carney and Nars' kids?" Richie asked, referring to Fleet and Magril Weathers, the children of the best realtor in the city, Carney Weathers, and her husband Nars.
"Sure are," Humphrey answered, a sly smile on his face as he whispered to his step-brother.
"And between the four of them, plenty of libido from their folks."
This earned a short laugh from Richie as he finally made his way towards the stairs, joining the remainder of the party as they went to get settled in for the night.
Meanwhile, at the O'Brian and Sterling house, Dax and Sam were going over security measures. If the Lords of Prey were to try and come to attack their loved ones, then they would be in for a fight. Behind the two patriarchs were Sweets and Terra, their kids all sitting around the TV, watching cartoons, accompanied by Runt, the teen's arm wrapped around his girlfriend's shoulder as they sat on the couch, while Liam and Ruth sat on the floor.
And to the adults, the sight made them feel at ease in the chaotic world they were thrust into.
"How's the 'store' looking?" Terra asked her husband as he and Dax decided to take a break and sit with heir wife and fiancé at the island in the adjacent kitchen, referring to the bookstore in downtown Jasper that Sam and Dax had purchased. But, given her inflection on the word STORE, Terra off course was referring to the hidden purpose of the Norther Rebel…an armory. In truth, when Sam and Dax had learned of what was coming, they took it upon themselves to stockpile on everything that might be needed. They even called in a few favors, not just to S.U.C.M., but to their connections in the C.I.A. and U.S. Military, and their old buddy Nick Wilde.
And with some added assurance from Carney that the secret would be kept, who was happy to comply in exchange for a heated threesome with the two studs, a secret series of tunnels, with a series of side tunnels that lead to dead ends and false exits was constructed from the store to the house as a means of escape if things went south quickly.
"Moving slowly, but surely," Dax answered as he stood beside Sweets, placing a comforting arm around his fiancé's shoulder, the cream-furred beauty releasing a sigh as she wrapped her arms around his torso as the quartet of adults looked to their children, each wishing they could be as blissfully unaware as them.
All was good until the doorbell rang.
In an instant, all four were on high alert, the younger inhabitants still ignorant of the potential danger as their attention remained on the TV. However, that quickly came to an end the moment Terra turned it off, much to the short-lived protests of the youngsters. But the youngest two were immediately silenced by a now very tense Runt, who upon noticing the adults' reactions, put a finger to his lips. This combined with his own serious expression succeeded in keeping Ruth and Liam quiet as Dax looked at the security monitor. And from what he could seem standing at the front door was someone with their face covered, so the Texan couldn't tell who it was.
With that in mind, Dax pulled out a custom designed Colt .44 that he always kept in his waistband, quietly made his way to the front door, the gun pointed straight at the mahogany barrier, followed closely by Sam, who was armed with his own S&W Snubnose. Now, Runt tried to follow as well, but Terra held him back.
"You don't get to be the hero this time, Sweetie," she cooed in a mixture of teasing and concern. Upon noticing the extreme worry in Terra's eyes, Runt relented, his attention back on Dax and Sam as they reached the door. But when Dax opened it, he was not suspecting an all too familiar voice to speak.
Especially from someone who was supposed to be at Old Scona in Edmonton.
"Hey, dad."
Pulling the hood back on his head, Dax was met with the face of a young wolf he had not seen in some time, not since he enrolled in the student exchange program. The fifteen-year-old male, who was a bright shade of ginger, stood just a head shorter than Dax, but this did not prevent Dax from staring into the youngster's bright blue eyes, framed by a "mask" of silver fur.
It was Eric, Dax's own son.
Dax did not waste anytime in pulling Eric into a tight embrace, the father and son taking a moment or two to just enjoy the other's presence. But soon, the silver wolf noticed that Eric let out a soft whine of discomfort. But that is not what concerned him, for he noticed something warm and thick seeping through his shirt.
And the moment he looked down, Dax's eyes widened and his heart jumped into his throat the moment he saw a dark crimson liquid seeping from a gash in the right side of Eric's now stained hoodie. Acting fast, Dax rushed Eric to the kitchen, the boy now openly crying from the pain he was in. Dax was so fast in fact that he failed to close the door. Luckily, Sam took care of that.
"MARCUS, FIRST AID KIT UNDER THE SINK!" Dax called as he bypassed the kitchen to the living room, the silver Texan then speaking more calmly as he saw the younger three's alarmed expressions.
"Anna," he said calmly, as he had Eric sit down on the arm of the couch, "take Liam and Ruth upstairs, would ya sweetie."
"Sure, Uncle Dax," Anna said as she began to usher the two tikes out of the room.
"It's okay, come on," Dax heard Anna whisper to Liam and Ruth as they left the room, moving past the rest of the adults and Runt as the latter set the first aid kit by Dax just as the wolf removed his son's hoodie and shirt. And the moment he did, Sam was surprised to see the silver-furred Dax turn even more pale as he saw the gash in his son's side.
"It's not deep," Eric reassured, wincing as his father immediately pulled out a bottle of peroxide, pouring some onto the wound, which to his relief seemed to be clotting just fine, "only a few layers of skin. My clothes took the brunt of it."
"How'd this happen, bud?' Sam inquired as he procured a washcloth from a laundry basket that had been sitting nearby; Sweets had been folding laundry at the time. Handing the rag to Dax, the Texan then began to gingerly clean the area around the wound, with the beautiful ginger fur now stained red.
"Yeah, and why did you come all the way down here from Edmonton?" Dax added in, pleased that the bleeding had slowed and clotted enough that Eric would only need some gauze and antibiotics.
"I told you I was coming to get you tomorrow!"
Looking into his dad's mismatched eyes, Eric's own began to brim with tears.
"I couldn't stay," he finally rasped out, his voice breaking with a small sob as he wiped at his already blood-shot eyes with the back of one hand. The sight alone was heartbreaking for Dax, who dropped to one knee, putting himself below his son so that he could keep his gaze on the younger wolf's face.
"What do you mean son?" Dax asked, taking both of Eric's hands in his own. At this point, Sam, Terra, Runt and Sweets were listening intently while keeping a respectable distance. And after about ten seconds, Eric, with a shaky breath, answered.
"There are kids there whose parents are Pro-Lords of Prey. They've been riling their kids up to distrust and attack predators. They got a friend of mine last week. Beat him real bad. He survived but barely."
All the adults' and Runt's eyes went wide upon hearing this, Runt even fighting to swallow the bile in his throat.
"Then two nights ago, a group of them started breaking down doors at the new dorms on campus. Dragging out preds and beating them within an inch of their lives. When I did that, I knew I wasn't safe, so I ran."
Eric paused for moment, biting back a sob as he did, his story not only hitting him hard, but those listening. Sam and Runt even pulled Terra and Sweets into a comforting embrace, the girls openly weeping as Sam and Runt fought back their tears.
"One of them caught me," Eric finally continued.
"I managed to fight him off, but he slashed me with a knife. I managed to sneak away without being spotted. At that point I didn't know where to go until I remembered that you moved to Jasper dad…so I walked."
Dax's tear-filled eyes widened at this; To drive from Edmonton to Jasper would take three hours.
To walk…three DAYS.
It was at that moment that Dax finally took note of his son's feet; Eric's sneakers were worn immensely and riddled with holes.
"I can't believe you walked all this way," Sam gasped out, finally finding the courage to kneel by his friend as he tended to his son.
"Well," Eric chuckled weakly, rubbing the back of his neck, "I also kinda of hitchhiked…but that sounds less cool."
Despite the tense atmosphere, Eric's stamen managed to get a laugh out of the group, even Sweets who finally stepped forward just as Eric asked a very important question.
"So please, can I stay here with you, dad?" Eric pleaded. Before Dax could answer, Sweets, who had taken a seat beside Eric, offered a warm smile as she took his hands in hers.
"Off course you can Sweetie," she said, "for as long as you need."
"Thanks," Eric responded with a smile, only for it to falter some as he finally began or register the woman sitting beside him.
"You're Sweets, right?"
"I am," Sweets answered with a smile, caressing the boy's cheek, letting a tear fall down her cheek as Eric nuzzled his into the gesture.
"My dad talks about you a lot…he really likes you."
This earned another round of chuckles from the group.
"I should hope so…otherwise he wasted all that money on our engagement rings."
This resulted in another laugh as the tension had greatly diminished.
"I'm just glad you're alright, son," Dax finally said after a few minutes, rising to his feet to pull his boy into a tight embrace. But the moment he pulled away, a playfully serious expression was on his face.
"But mind you, room and board isn't free…you will be helping with chores around the house like everyone else."
After another laugh, Eric agreed to the rules. Before long, Anna had brought Liam and Ruth back downstairs, allowing Eric to become fully acquainted with everyone present, excluding "Uncle Sam and Aunt Terra," moving right to Runt, Anna, Sweets and the youngest kids, especially little Ruth, who Eric was rather excited to meet since she was going to be his little stepsister.
Meanwhile in Redshore City, New Jersey…
The sun peaked in through the heavy blue curtains on the large bay windows and French doors, the rays of light making the deep aqua wallpaper of the large bedroom pop. Even the golden trimming on the walls shined with an immaculate gleam, same as the chandelier that hung in the middle of the room. Unfortunately, the sun bounced off some of the gold trim in a direct path into the closed eyes of a certain teen wolf, the grey-furred youngster only slightly perturbed as she let out a moan of pleasure as she continued to stretch her tight pussy with a thick, foot-long canine dildo, the girl trying her best to pop the fake knot at the base in her quivering snatch.
But, even with her pussy filled, she couldn't escape an ever-punctual saluki.
"Porsha," a soft, but still authoritative voice whispered, the voice itself so soft that Porsha could barely hear it over her own moans. But she did, and she let out a soft whine of protest as her father's faithful talent scout, one Suki Lane, sat on the edge of the bed, the young wolf's sweaty frame shivering from the cool ocean breeze that flowed in through the open French Doors.
"Come on sweetie," Suki cooed with a soft chuckle, the saluki running her fingers through the fluffy fur on Porsha's cheek in a gentle caress, "it's time to get up. Your dad's going to swing by in an hour to pick us up."
"Five more minutes, please Momma," Porsha whimpered as she attempted to pop the fake knot in her, managing to do so, much to an annoyed Suki's further frustration and slight arousal, for while Porsha was usually compliant with the saluki, she, like many, did not like to be pulled from her pleasure. Though the older female was used to this sort of early morning routine. But at that moment, a teasing smirk formed on Suki's lips, the older canine standing up before making her way to the open door that led out to the massive foyer of the large mansion.
"Alright," she said in a tone of mock defeat, "I guess I'll have to tell Mr. Calloway that his biggest fan was fucking herself in bed."
"YOU WOULDN'T!"
Suki turned with a smug smirk to see the teen having bolted right out of bed, her yellow eyes staring daggers at the saluki as an accusing finger was pointed in her direction, not caring that the sudden action and caused the slick toy to fall out and land on the floor with a thump. Suki, placing her hands on her hips in triumph, walked back to the young wolf.
"Well," she said in the same teasing tone, firmly grasping both of Porsha's soft cheeks, squishing them together as she continued to speak, much to Porsha's annoyance.
"Get ready, and maybe I'll keep my trap shut."
And not even a second later, Porsha's defense stance deflated, her smushed face making her response all the more adorable to Suki.
"OK Momma," she responded like anyone would when their face was smushed. But much to Porsha's relief, Suki relaxed her hold on Porsha's cheek, but still gently caressing the soft fur, the saluki leaning forward to capture her lover in a lustful, tongue-filled kiss. The kiss itself was then amplified by Suki deciding to help Porsha finish her pleasure by fish hooking her fingers in her dripping cunt.
As Porsha came, the young teen wolf slip her hands under Suki's dress and groped her ass. The saluki moaned deeply into the kiss as Porsha, being very naughty inserted a finger into Suki's tight asshole. The teen wolf moved her finger back and forth until she felt her momma shudder in pleasure.
Suki had just cum from just kissing and a slight bit of anal fingering.
Suki smiled proudly at Porsha's accomplishment. Ever since they returned from their trip in Zootopia, the two canines had been really getting deeper into their relationship, teaching one another different ways of getting the other off.
"Did I do good, Momma?" Porsha asked as Porsha pulled her finger out of Suki's ass,
Suki kissed Porsha once more.
"You did good, Porsha" she hummed after breaking the kiss with Porsha, turning to leave the room so as to give Porsha more privacy to get ready. Unfortunately, she was stopped by a very personal question.
"How's his mood today?" Porsha asked nervously, the young wolf looking pleadingly at Suki, searching her brown eyes for any source of comfort. Luckily there was some comfort in Suki's response.
"Very mellow right now."
Before Porsha knew it, she was sitting in the back of the limo, her head down as her gaze focused on her hands in her lap, her fingers twiddling away as her nerves continued to come undone with each passing minute. And while many would assume it came from the excitement that she was about to meet her idol, the one and only Clay Calloway, Porsha's nerves were really focused on the wolf by her side. The entertainment titan of Redshore City…
Her Father…
Jimmy Crystal.
"You excited, Baby," the white-furred canine inquired, never once taking his eyes off his golden phone, absentmindedly patting Porsha's knee, the action unknowingly causing the teen to flinch slightly at the contact, something which did not go unnoticed by Suki, who was sitting just off to Porsha's left. And off to Jimmy's right, sat his ever-loyal assistant, Jerry. Well, assistant in the professional since. Suki preferred shameless suck-up, the diminutive feline tapping away at his tablet, clearly not paying any attention to what was happening around him, unlike Suki.
"Mm," Porsha responded quietly to her father's question, her hands slowly unclenching from the sudden spike in her nerves, only to feel those nerves slowly calm down as she felt a soft, gentle hand take hers, the ginger fur a clear indication that it was Suki, the older woman offering Porsha a loving smile as she tenderly traced her thumb over the girl's hand. And for the remainder of the ride, Porsha felt some semblance of comfort as she held onto Suki's hand, even briefly maintaining her hold as they walked into the backstage area of the theater portion of the Crystal Tower Hotel, the hold making her feel safe and secure, just as when she was a pup.
"MOON!"
Jimmy's booming voice quickly caused Porsha to flinch, pulling the girl from her awestruck stupor at the amazing sets that were being constructed in front of her very eyes, her wide eyes soon landing on the form of a nervous koala. And at that moment, Porsha realized that at some point she had let go of Suki's hand, the little sense of security she had out of reach, causing the girl to feel her nerves spike once again as she watched her father stalk toward a koala at the center of the room.
"YOUR SET DESIGNS ARE A DISGRACE!"
Porsha braced herself, silently hoping that the koala hadn't already gotten on her father's bad side. A side she knew no one wanted to be on. And she would be speaking from experience. But, to her relief, her father started to laugh, clearly messing with the small marsupial before him. And in that time, Porsha felt a gentle touch be placed upon her back, rubbing soothing circles over her shirt and jacket.
"You're okay sweetie," Suki soothed as she helped calm her charge, "remember, breath in, and out."
It was when Suki had said this that Porsha realized that she had begun to hyperventilate, a clear sign that she had had a minor panic attack. But, doing as she was instructed, the young wolf breathed in through her nose for five counts, and exhaled another five, rinsing and repeating until she felt calm again.
"Thanks Momma," Porsha whispered, her fondness for the Saluki who had helped to look after her all these years once again displayed by her favorite term of endearment. In fact, given how her father almost always placed business before family after her own mother had left, Porsha had always seen Suki as more of a parent to her than her own.
"Anyway, this is my daughter, Porsha."
Realizing that her father had just introduced he to the koala, Porsha tentatively stepped away from Suki, the saluki offering some encouragement.
"Don't worry hon," she cooed, gently nudging Porsha forward, "he's actually pretty nice. Stubborn and bit crazy, but nice."
With these words in mind, Porsha continued to timidly walk toward the koala, noticing out of the corner of her eye that two other mammals, a young gorilla in a black leather jacket, and a young elephant in a pink hoody, seemed to watch her with, as she observed, genuine curiosity. But she pushed that out of her mind for the time being as she stopped in front of the koala, almost immediately offering a meek wave to the diminutive showman when she stopped right by her father.
"Hi," she said softly, the young wolf bending down to one knee, offering her hand to the koala, "it's nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Porsha, I'm Buster Moon," the koala responded, offering the girl a friendly, almost comforting smile as he accepted her hand in a double-handshake, which Porsha's figured made sense, since her own larger hands seemed dwarf his. And Porsha didn't know why, but that smile he gave her made her feel safe and secure, like all her problems could just melt away by looking into those caring blue eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, Anyway…"
Her father's voice unfortunately pulled her back to reality, the young girl immediately standing back to her full height, ears pinned back, tail tucked between her legs, hands clasped in front of her waist, and tail between her legs. This did not go unnoticed by Buster, or the young performers, who looked at Porsha in concern, but also her father with some disdain. But, they figured now was not the time.
"She wants to meet Calloway. Big fan, aren't cha, baby?"
"Uh huh," Porsha quickly answered, a hint of a genuine smile on her muzzle as she opened her jacket slightly to reveal her blue t-shirt emblazoned with the face of the lion rockstar himself.
"I really like vintage."
"So, where is he?"
"W-well," Buster stammered, the question from Jimmy causing him to look very nervous, but this did not affect any affect on Porsha's wandering eyes, her attention once again on the sets, her ears back up and her tail slowly wagging, "I'm not expecting Clay on set just yet…"
"Wait," Porsha absently-mindedly said in awe, causing everyone to look to her, "is this like a sky-fi show?"
"PORSHA!" Jimmy abruptly growled, causing everyone to flinch, especially Porsha, whose ears almost immediately pinned to the back of her head, and her tail once again falling limp behind her as she looked to her father, the older wolf's expression changing from annoyance to forced civility as he continued speaking through a tense smile, "what did we say about interrupting?"
"Sorry Daddy," Porsha immediately said in a soft whisper, her eyes to the ground, her desire to just run and curl up in a ball somewhere growing by the second. And while Suki, who was standing by an equally nervous Jerry, wanted to run to the girl and comfort her, she reluctantly thought better of it in order to avoid her employer's attention…at least for the time being. But luckily, she was unwittingly aided by the koala who had become a thorn in her side since he magically showed up at the auditions a few days ago.
"No, no, it's alright," Buster said as he walked up to Porsha, offering her a genuinely kind smile.
"Sci-Fi? Yes, it is."
"I…I love Sky-Fi," Porsha timidly responded, an innocent smile on her face, the smile faltering some as a new voice sounded from overhead. Turning her attention to the source, Porsha could make out the form of a cheetah in a tight white jumpsuit looking over the edge of the platform.
"MR. MOON?! WE'RE READY UP HERE!"
"ALRIGHT, THANK YOU SASHA!" Buster called back, before turning to Jimmy, his confident smile that was briefly plastered on his face becoming more timid as he addressed the entertainment mogul.
"We're about to rehearse, soooo…"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jimmy responded, more focused on the snack table than Buster, "go do your rehearsal thing."
With that, Buster went to stand amongst a group of, to Porsha's surprise, Piglets, as well as a male pig, more than likely the youngsters' father. It was at that moment that Porsha remembered that Suki had mentioned that the lead of the show was a female pig, a mother of 25. Said mother was probably the one at the top of the platform with Sasha, preparing to practice her jump for a spectacular stunt. And while Porsha knew she should stay put, a little spike of adrenaline entered her system at the idea of performing such a daring feat.
But, at that moment, she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. Looking in the direction she saw the movement, Porsha was met with the sight of the gorilla and elephant form earlier, the two also looking up at the platform overhead, not paying her any mind. And while Porsha was content with that, something deep inside of her told her she should at least introduce herself. And so, working up the courage, she made her way over to the two young mammals, not noticing the proud smile on Suki's muzzle as she did.
"Hi."
Both primate and pachyderm turned their attention to the wolf who stood before them, the canine offering her hand and a nervous smile as she spoke.
"I'm…I'm Porsha. It's nice to meet you."
And to Porsha's relief, the two smiled back. Full, whole-hearted smiles, with the elephant being first to respond in a way that made Porsha feeling like Buster in terms of their handshake, HER hand being dwarfed by the elephant's.
"Hi Porsha," she responded brightly, her high, sweet voice seeming to put Porsha more at ease, "I'm Meena. It's really great to meet you, too."
Then the gorilla stepped, offering his own hand to her.
"Johnny, like wise" he responded curtly, but with a genuine smile on his lips as he pulled away, tucking his hands into his jacket pockets.
"So," Porsha began hesitantly, "are you guys part of the show?"
"Oh yeah," Johnny responded with a nonchalant shrug, but a huge grin on his face, "I'm playing the lead warrior on the 'Planet of war.' Pretty bangin' if you ask me."
"That does sound pretty cool," Porsha responded with a giggle, turning to Meena, who seemed more enthusiastic about her roll.
"It is, and I get to play the lead on the 'Planet of Love.'"
"AWWW!" Porsha cooed, placing her hands over her heart as she responded to Meena's answer.
"I LOVE LOVE! It's what makes the world go round, right?"
"Yeah," Meena responded just as enthusiastically, "And believe me, I think I can get it down pretty quick. I read all sorts of Nora Roberts."
"GET OUT GIRL!" Porsha excitedly responded, "I HAVE EVERYTHING SHE'S EVER WRITTEN!"
And so, for the next few minutes, the two quick friends began listing off their favorite parts of their favorite books by their favorite author. At some point, Johnny, clearly uncomfortable with all the girly talk, awkwardly sauntered away, leaving the girls to gush over their shared interest.
But then…
"MR. MOON!" A heavily accented voice called down, causing Porsha to look up to see another, more portly male pig staring over the edge, "I THINK ROSITA IS HAVING, LIKE, A MAJOR FREAK OUT UP HEAR!"
"Oh dear," Porsha heard Buster mumble, her nervous gaze landing on the koala as he made his way toward the lift that would take him up to the platform.
"Hey Moon," Jimmy called in an almost snakish manner, his attention never leaving the snack table as he poured himself a cup of coffee, "you think the mommy pig can handle this?"
This did not sit well with Porsha, who despite not being able to see what was happening, felt an unexplained sense of empathy with the mother at the top of the tall structure.
"Absolutely, Sir," Buster cheerfully responded, though Porsha could tell that this optimism was for show, "trust me there is nothing Rosita cannot do!"
With that, Porsha watched as Buster stepped on the lift, the small platform quickly ascending to the top of the metal frame. And while she knew she should stay put, a part of her felt she needed to be up there with Buster. And so, mustering up some courage, Porsha, after excusing herself from her conversation with Meena, turned in the direction of the snack table.
"Daddy," she softly called, catching Jimmy's attention as he cast an inquisitive look to his daughter, "could I, maybe, go up? Y'know, and try the jumping thing?"
For a solid minute Jimmy stared at his daughter, his eyes narrowing as if he were trying to read her like a book, the hard gaze causing Porsha to grow slightly nervous at the almost invasive glare. But, to her relief, Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, his face relaxing as he turned back to the table.
"Sure baby, knock yourself out."
With that, Porsha made her way to the base of the frame, pressing the call button that returned the lift to the bottom of its tracks, the young wolf immediately stepping on, having to steady herself the moment the lift started up. But, within a matter of seconds, she was at the top of the frame, standing on the rather narrow platform, which was already occupied by Buster, Sasha, and the foreign pig, all three gathered around a female pig, who Porsha quickly surmised was Rosita, who Porsha immediately recognized from her wide, erratic eyes, her labored breath, and sweet dripping from her forehead that she was having a panic attack.
At that moment, Porsha knew she made the right choice.
"H-hey guys," she timidly called, causing all eyes to land on her, the wolf offering a small smile and little wave, "is everything okay?"
"Who's that?" Rosita immediately asked, eyeing the newcomer with what could only be described as aa combination of curiosity and wariness.
"OH!" Buster exclaimed, beckoning Porsha over, the young female doing so with surprisingly little hesitation, the teen kneeling beside Buster as he continued to introduce her.
"This is Mr. Crystal's daughter, Porsha. Porsha, this is Rosita, the star of our show."
"It's nice to meet you, ma'am," Porsha said with a smile, offering her hand to Rosita, who after taking a moment to confirm that the girl before her was indeed quite friendly, returned the gesture, offering a soft smile of her own.
"It's nice to meet you too, Porsha," Rosita responded, only for the pleasantries to be almost immediately interrupted by the groan inducing bellow of Mr. Crystal.
"MOON! YOU GONNA LET PORSHA JUMP OR WHAT?!"
Buster, after taking a moment to recover from the shock of the question, turned to Porsha, who offered a defeated shrug as she twiddled her fingers nervously.
"I told him I was coming up here to try."
With this in mind, and knowing that what Porsha told her father was obviously a lie, given that her attitude made her look like a pup who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, Buster called down to Jimmy.
"SIR, IT WOULD BE VERY DANGERO-!"
"MOON, COME ON, LET HER DO THE THING!"
And upon realizing that he needed to do whatever he could to keep Jimmy happy, Buster released a defeated sign, silently gesturing for Sasha to get Porsha in a harness.
"Okay," Sasha said as she finished getting Porsha set up, clicking the repelling line to her harness, gently grabbing what appeared to be a small tab on the front of the harness to show Porsha, "remember to release the safety catch before you jump, alright sweetie?"
"Okay," Porsha said, immediately taking a deep breath as she moved to the back of the catwalk, looking to get a running start. But before she did, she cast the others an almost giddy smile. And with what she said next, they couldn't help but smile in return.
"I've always wanted to do this."
And with that, she was off, her howls of laughter and mirth echoing through the building, some of the construction workers and Rosita's fellow castmates stopping in their actions to watch Porsha swing around above their heads, the teen wolf jumping from several fabricated planets and asteroids. And from the ground floor, despite the nerves forming from watching Porsha engage in an otherwise dangerous stunt, Suki couldn't help but silently laugh along as she watched the young girl have the time of her laugh. And in Suki's mind, she knew that Porsha needed this relief. And it must have been good relief, for without warning, the room was filled with loud, powerful bellow.
"THIS GIRL IS ON FIIIIIIIRE!"
And with that, Porsha, so wrapped up her fun, began belting out the lyrics to her favorite song, actually adding some midair acrobatics to her impromptu routine as she sang from the very bottom of her heart. By that point, Buster had decided to bring Rosita down to the ground floor, the mother pig immediately flocked by her husband, children and castmates, each immediately wishing to check on her well-being. But, to everyone's surprise, and slight worry, Rosita simply waved them away, walking with Buster to meet up with Porsha as she landed by the landing pit, her breathing heavy and her face beaming like a light.
"Well," Buster said with a laugh, "that is quite the set of pipes you have Porsha!"
"Yeah!" Jimmy loudly proclaimed, a large smile on his face as he walked towards them, "she's got the Crystal talent alright."
"Okay," Buster responded, immediately running to grab something off to the side of the pit where a prop table had been set up, procuring a round, cliche space helmet, quickly offering it to Rosita.
"Rosita, wanna try it with the helmet this time?"
But before Rosita could take the helmet…
"You know what Moon? I was JUST thinking," Jimmy suddenly interrupted, snatching the helmet out of Buster's hand before walking to his daughter, causing Porsha to shrink back as her father spoke to Buster, the koala immediately taking notice of the younger wolf's almost submissive posture whenever her father was near.
"The mommy pig's scared. She won't be able to do the part. But Porsha? She's young, and she's not afraid of anything," he finally said, practically shoving the helmet into his daughter's hands before turning back to Buster and Rosita, sending the mother pig a dismissive scowl as he continued to speak.
"Maybe Porsha should have the lead."
"WHAT?!"
The shout came from multiple people.
Buster and Rosita in shock and indignation.
Suki and the rest of the cast in surprise.
And Porsha in utter horror.
"But Sir," Moon quickly began to interject, gesturing to Rosita, "I specifically wrote the role for Rosita."
"Moon," Crystal interrupted, "walk with me."
With that, Jimmy and Buster walked away to one of the partially constructed sets, a planet with spinning rings around its equator. And as the two were discussing whatever it was Jimmy wanted to talk about, Porsha walked up to Rosita, the shorter woman being consoled by the foreign pig and, to Porsha's curiosity, a teenage porcupine in a red leather jacket.
"Are you okay, Miss Rosita?" Porsha asked, the wolf suddenly stalling in her actions as Rosita turned her attention to her, looking up to Porsha with eyes filled with hurt. It was at that moment that Porsha felt a deep pang in her heart, followed by a deep sense of paranoia, the idea that the mother pig now hated her festering in her mind. But, upon noticing the young wolf's dejected expression, Rosita almost immediately put on a strong face, as well as genuine, but still sad smile.
"I'm…fine sweetie," she responded, her half-hearted claim being reinforced by the foreign pig by her side, the portly male displaying a bombastic attitude that Porsha found quite contagious.
"JA! I mean Rosita is, like, this totally chill person! Like, so chill you could cool a drink with her!"
"Well, that's Gunter for ya," the porcupine added in, sending the male pig a teasing smile, "always exaggerating."
Upon saying this, the porcupine turned her attention to Porsha, her arms crossed as she sent the wolf a smile, a half-smile sure, but still genuine.
"I'm Ash, by the way," she added, only for her face to scrunch up in uncomfortable confusion as she just saw Porsha staring at her, the teen wolf now on one knee as she seemed to be examining Ash with great curiosity. Finally, after a solid minute, the tension got so high that Ash finally spoke up.
"Um, you okay?" She asked.
"You're kinda creeping me out with the stares."
Upon hearing this, Porsha quickly snapped herself out of her trance, the young canine letting out a nervous chuckle as her ears pinned to the back of her head.
"Sorry," she said in an anxious chuckle, "it's just, I've never really met a porcupine. You guys are kind of a rare find in Redshore."
Upon hearing this, Ash, eyes wide in surprise, couldn't help but feel somewhat impressed with Porsha's honesty, as well as the knowledge that there were hardly any other porcupines in the whole city. Unfortunately, before the teen porcupine could respond to Porsha's statement, the duo heard Rosita let out a sharp gasp, the two girls turning just in time to see Rosita's eyes widen in horror at something in front of her.
Turning in the direction of Rosita's gaze, Porsha's eyes widened to see that Jimmy had grabbed Buster by the back of his collared shirt, lifting him up so that the smaller male was face to face with Jimmy's imposing canines. In truth, at that point Porsha had seen her father hurt so many people, she just couldn't bear to see it again. So, thinking fast, she ran to the snack table, and with as much courage as she could muster, called out…
"DADDY! I'M HUNGRY FOR FRENCH TOAST!"
And to Porsha's relief, he was more slightly annoyed than angry as he dropped Buster back on is feet as he hollered to his loyal cat assistant.
"JERRY! CAN WE GET HER SOME FRENCH TOAST!"
And while Porsha was relieved to see Buster safe, the koala immediately being flocked by his colleagues, the teen wolf, out of force of habit, decided to holler a farewell to her father as he prepared to leave.
"BYE DADDY!"
But as the hulking form of Jimmy Crystal walked away without so much as a sideways glance, Porsha felt her heart twist.
"OKAY, LET'S GET PORSHA FITTED FOR HER COSTUME!" Suki called to the production team in her authoritative voice, only for her tone to soften considerably when she cupped the disheartened teen's cheeks.
"Come on sweetie," she cooed, gently cupping Porsha's cheek with her free hand, softly rubbing her thumb against the fur "let's get you ready."
"Okay," Porsha answered, preparing to follow Suki, only to stop briefly when she noticed Buster talking to Rosita on the metal stairs, the two surrounded by their friends and castmates. And so, without giving much thought, Porsha walked up to the group, who stopped in their obvious consolation of Rosita, who looked down at the wolf from her spot on the small metal staircase as the latter looked up at the mommy pig.
"I'm," she began, a hand tentatively reaching forward to clasp the smaller hoof of the female before her, the gesture she was somewhat relieved to be tenderly accepted, her words catching in her mouth as remorseful eyes met those filled with heartbreak.
"I'm sorry. I really am."
And to Porsha's surprise, Rosita offered a kind, but still sad smile, gently taking her paw in her other hoof, as she spoke to the young woman.
"It's okay sweetie…Go on and get ready."
With that, Porsha walked away, her gaze lingering on the others, who seemed to give her gazes and smiles of understanding. But, even then, her heart was heavy, her nerves on end, and her mind swimming over what was to be in store for her.