It had been only one week since Wolf had signed the papers he got from Carney Weathers, who showed him, Diane and Webbs the house, and now, they were already getting ready to move in. Oh, the plans they had for their wonderful new home. First, a room to be selected for Webbs's tech, and then an office for Diane to work in.
But their plans were soon to be put on hold. A knock at their front door brought Wolf to a halt.
"Diane, could you or Webbs answer the door, please?" he called from the living room.
When Diane opened the door, there stood Sam, bearing a smile on his face.
"SAM!" Diane greeted her with a wide smile, enveloping her old friend in a tight embrace. Sam, never one to shy away from a big hug, happily returned the embrace, earning a small squeak of surprise from Diane thanks to a firm squeeze of her rump.
"Same old, same old," Diane playfully chided as she shoved the laughing wolf away, Sam straightening up his already wrinkled black t-shirt.
"I thought I'd just swing by and let you know that Dax and I are throwing a little pool party at our place. A sort of celebration for the, uh, 'shop.'"
At that moment, Diane's smile faded, the fox knowing full well what Sam meant. Actually, she was one of few people who knew the ulterior motive for the two friends purchasing an old store downtown, converting it into a bookshop and renaming it the "Northern Rebel." Diane was actually given a tour with Wolf, the couple flabbergasted by the secret room beneath, accessible by a secret door in Sam and Dax's office.
But Wolf was far from complaining as he knew his forces would have a decent amount of firepower stored in the secret armory beneath.
"Like something out of a spy movie," he had said.
Diane shook the memory from her mind, her smile returning as she sensually draped her hands over her old lover's shoulders.
"Count us in," she said before pulling Sam into a massive, tongue-filled kiss, both moaning while groping each other, both unaware that Wolf and Webbs were spying on them around the corner, both working to hold back their moans as Wolf hotdogged his clothed dick between Webbs's concealed ass cheeks, all the while rubbing her clothed slit as the female groped and massaged her tits beneath her hoodie.
"Good, it'd be great if you could come," the duo finally heard Sam pant out, stepping away from Diane toward the door.
"The party is tomorrow at 5:30 pm. And if you would, could you ask Webbs to D.J.? Dax and I'll pay her, of course."
"Sure thing," Diane said with a big smile.
Unfortunately, her smile fell the moment after she noticed Sam's had.
"And uh, just so you know," he began tentatively, nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he did.
"Eric's staying with us."
And with that, Sam left…leaving Diane in stunned disbelief. But after taking a few seconds to register what she had heard, the vixen decided it was time to stop running. And so, with a look of determination, grabbing her keys and purse from the small table beside the door, Diane walked out the door, determined to make things right with her son...leaving Wolf and Webbs to their hot tryst.
Meanwhile, Dax was currently showing Eric around the new book shop he and Sam had opened up. And if Eric was being honest, he was very impressed. The old building, which at one point used to be a two-story clothing store, was in great condition for being one of the oldest buildings in the city. And with the several clothing racks removed to make way for tall, mahogany bookshelves, Eric was almost convinced it was more of a library than anything. But then again, a library didn't make and sell its own booze. Yup, the Norther Rebel Bookstore also had its own microbrewery, pumping out a low-alcoholic, but still very tasty ale, made from ingredients Sam had shipped in from his native Ireland.
In other words, it was a bookstore that also sold beer.
But it wasn't just books and beer they sold.
There was also a fine selection of music, from CDs to Vinyl albums, movies, a toy section for little critters, and various items, some of a historical nature, primarily the American Civil War, such as belt buckles that bore US and CS for both sides of the conflict, toy soldiers, etc. In fact, the store, given its name, was advertised by a large sign which bore the name of the store, with two flags on either side, one bearing the Stars and Stripes of the Union, and the other bearing the pattern of the Confederacy. And in the two window displays on either side of the door were wolf mannequins, each wearing their respective uniform and gear of the flag they stood underneath.
And every time Sam approached it, he couldn't help but marvel at what he and Dax had accomplished, even if it was only a façade.
As Sam entered the store, an electric bell sounded as the door opened, the sweet melody echoing in the chandelier and skylight lit store. Now, the store was his and Dax's, but he was always still amazed at the immaculately lavish fixtures and wrap around second floor loft, making the surprisingly empty place seem bigger than what it was. And always at the center, in a glass case, was proof of his deep fascination with the Titanic in the form of a 1:200 scale model of the ill-fated liner.
"WELL LOOK WHO IT IS!" a deep southern voice sounded from just thirty feet from the door, Sam's eyes lighting up and his smile growing bigger as he looked upon Dax and Eric, the father and son moving to meet their friend and "uncle."
"HEY BIG DADDY!" Sam exclaimed as the two laughed, patting each other's backs as they shared a massive bear hug.
"This place is awesome, Uncle Sam!" Eric suddenly exclaimed, gesturing to the empty store, which Sam and Dax had closed for the weekend so they could focus on the party they were throwing.
Pulling apart from each other, Sam and Dax laughed as the Irish-wolf placed a loving arm around his "nephew."
"Glad you think so, bud," Sam responded, only for a devilish smile to form on his muzzle.
"But you ain't seen nothing yet."
Dax and Sam led Eric into a back part of the store where a somewhat empty room was. The silver wolf walked up to the wall and pushed on a brick sticking out of the wall. The walls seemed to come alive as they parted like the water of the Red Sea. Needless to say, Eric's mouth nearly hit the floor the moment he saw the secret room, the teen feeling like a kid in a candy store as he gazed upon the various guns and ammunition stacked neatly on racks and shelves.
"This is SO COOL!" Eric shouted, feeling like a kid in a candy store as Dax and Sam laughed at his excitement, which only grew as Eric noticed not only modern guns, like the Bernelli M4, but historic ones as well from the past eighty years; From M-1As, to Garands, to Webleys, to M1911s. But then, Eric's excitement suddenly turned to confusion as he noticed a shelf filled with dress shoes.
"Um, what's with the footwear?" he asked, his confusion only growing as Sam, with a giddy spring in his step, walked to the shelf.
"Your standard Oxfords," the Irish-wolf began to explain, procuring two pairs, handing one pair to Eric as he immediately discarded the regular sneakers he was wearing before putting on his own pair.
"10, if I recall?" Sam inquired of Eric's shoe size, the teen's confusion skyrocketing even as he tied the laces.
"How do they fit?"
"Um, good, I guess," Eric responded.
"Now," Sam immediately countered, "do your best impression of a German Aristocratic Greeting."
Still as confused as ever, Eric did what he thought Sam wanted him to do. Unfortunately, the Irish-wolf could only roll his eyes in annoyance as Eric, complete with "finger mustache", offered a Zieg Heil salute.
"No, Eric, NO," Sam groaned, earning a shrug of the shoulders from Eric.
Letting out a sigh, Sam, standing to full height, clicked his heels together…resulting in a small, but still very deadly blade to spring from the tip of the sole of his right shoe.
"THAT is sick!" Eric exclaimed as he followed suit, his eyes wide in amazement.
"Four-inch, spring-loaded carbon fiber blade," Sam explained.
"Awesome," Eric whispered, only to cast a curious gaze to his uncle.
"How do you get it back in?"
"Considering it's laced with a very powerful neural toxin," Dax butted in.
"VERY…CAREFULLY."
That last part seemed to make Eric a little nervous.
"Is there an antidote?" he asked his father.
Dax looked at him.
"You mean if you stab yourself in the leg? No, you would be dead before you knew you had an accident."
Luckily for Eric, Sam demonstrated the best way to do so; simply pushing the blade against a wall, locking it back into place.
"Cool," Eric said as he mimicked Sam.
"So," he said after a moment of silence, "this is what you have planned for the Lords of Prey?"
Sam and Dax both offered a teasing smile in return.
"And then some," Sam responded, clapping Eric on the back.
"Now come on, son," Dax added in, standing on the other side of Eric as he and Sam both walked him out.
"It's time to get ready for our party."
Though as he let Sam and Eric walk ahead of him, Dax was secretly dreading introducing Eric to a certain guest who might be coming by even though he wasn't invited.
As Diane was walking along the sidewalk running the main drag of Jasper, she passed by many other Jasper residents, many of them closing up shop for the evening. And of course, the kind-hearted Diane bid them all a good evening, some with a flirtatious smile as she recognized some as frequent visitors to the Moonlight Howl.
But just as Diane rounded the corner that dropped her right off at her destination, she had to abruptly stop when the door to the Northern Rebel swung open, only for Sam, Eric and Dax to step out, only to walk away from Diane, barely noticing she was there.
"Dax?" Diane inquired, making said wolf stop in his tracks, looking over his shoulder to see who called his name. And when he did, Dax paled, sparing a sideways glance to his son, who looked at the strange vixen with pure curiosity, all while the stranger cast her eyes down to the pavement, an awkward smile on her lips as Dax began to fumble over his words.
"H-hey Diane," he stammered, an awkward smile on his lips as well, placing himself between Eric and Diane, which did not go unnoticed by the vixen, who felt a slight pang in her heart from the action.
"How you been?"
"Good," Diane softly replied with a small giggle, rubbing her right upper arm with her left hand. For the next minute or so, the four stood in awkward silence, unsure of what to say at that moment. It eventually got to a point that Sam offered to take Eric back to the house. But, to both his and Diane's surprise, Dax refused, wanting Eric to stay. Even though he could how uncomfortable Dax, Sam complied.
And not ten seconds after he left, Dax spoke up.
"So," he dragged out, low enough only Diane could here, "I take it you didn't come down here to buy books?"
Diane once again cast her eyes down, almost too ashamed to look her lover and father of her child in the eyes. But, after taking a moment to steel herself, she finally looked up, a look of determination on her face as she skipped right to the reasons she was there.
"Can…Can I see him?"
Dax stood there for a just a moment, his face blank. For a moment, Diane was afraid he was going to turn her way. But, to her surprise, her lover smiled a warm, understanding smile, stepping out of her way without a word, allowing Diane to see, for the first time in ten years, how much their son had grown. And lucky for her, she didn't have to introduce herself, for Eric instantly recognized her from the one photo, which he kept in special locket he kept around his neck, of her he had of her…the day he was born.
"M…Mom?" he inquired, his eyes wide in shock as he beheld the vixen before him, her eyes brimming with tears as she cupped her sons cheeks with both hands.
"High Sweetie," she gasped out before wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. And while hesitant at first, Eric, with as much strength as he could muster, returned the hug, tears of his own spilling down his cheeks as he held onto his mother, who for years had been too scared to approach the delicate subject of her and Dax's son, passionately conceived fifteen years prior in a heated tryst when the Silver-furred agent was tasked with hunting down a former colleague gone rogue.
He caught her…but the manner in which he caught saw her buxom chest pressed up against his, their clothed crotches rubbing against each other as they felt the other's breath on their faces. And for Diane, the excitement of the situation they were in had clouded her mind, distracting her from the fact that she had been in heat. And not two months later, Dax received an unexpected visit from haggard fox…with a bundle of joy In her arms.
For the first five years of Eric's life, Dax and Diane did their best to raise him in the hectic world they lived in. But as time went on, the fox found that spending long periods of time together with Dax revealed just how incompatible they were romantically. And if both Diane and Dax were being honest themselves, while they wanted to settle down at some point, Eric happened sooner than either had anticipated. And as time passed, Diane found she missed the old days, not as a S.U.C.M. agent, but as the infamous Crimson Paw. And it wasn't that Diane was tired of the commitment of being a mother all those years, but rather she was afraid of dragging her darling son, who loved so dearly, into her new life of crime…which unfortunately she did.
One day, when Dax was out on another mission, thugs of an old contact of Diane broke into his and Diane's home, hoping to settle an old score. What they did not take into account was when a vixen's kit is threatened, no one is safe. Diane was able to fight them off, but not before one issued a warning that they would be back…for her, Dax and their son.
It was at that moment they knew…they needed to disappear.
Luckily, their old friend Sam was good at that sort of thing. And by the next day, word had got out that a loving father and his son had been killed in a fiery car accident. But, just to ensure the crooks that had come after them bought the bait, a team of S.U.C.M. agents, requested by Dax, staked out the old house just to be sure. And after two weeks of watching and listening in on chatter between the assailants, who they were able to successfully identify as Lords of Prey operatives, it was made official…
Wild Bill Daxton and his son…were dead.
But the Crimson Paw…just disappeared after that.
But in the end, both Dax and Diane thought it was for the best. For while Diane wished she could stay with her son, she knew that as long as she was active in her crimes, she would always run the risk of leading them to her son. And so, she did the hardest thing that any mother would ever do…
"I loved you son much, that the thought of anything happening to you made me do the hardest thing in my life…let you go."
The family of three, at Dax's suggestion, had moved to a more private place to talk, which just so happened to be a corner booth in a practically empty restaurant, Dax sitting by himself on one side as Eric and Diane sat beside each other on the other. And as Daine's story came to a close, Eric just sat there, registering everything he had heard with a blank expression. Diane, fearing the worst, decided to press her luck further as she placed a tender hand on Eric's shoulder.
"I'm sorry I left you. It broke my heart to stay away all these years, but your father and I thought it was better that I did. But I promise, my days as the Crimson Paw are over. I'm not asking you to forgive me…I'm only asking for a chance to be part of your life."
For a few moments, Eric just stared at Diane, unsure of how to respond to her apology. But, despite all the years he went without her, all the time he spent wondering why she left, he decided after hearing her explanation, it wasn't worth his time to hold a grudge. Placing a hand on Diane's shoulder, Eric leaned up to place a tender kiss on her cheek, the vixen's eyes going wide at the action, only for his face to relax in a tender smile as Eric spoke.
"It's okay Mom. Actually, I'm more miffed at the fact that dad never told me you were the Crimson Paw, THEN the Governor of California! I mean, COME ON, how cool is that?! Not to mention you owe quite a few lucrative allowances!"
That part was said with such good humor that the three had a good laugh, the sound resonating through the almost deserted dining area, much to the remaining staff's confusion and annoyance. But, after a good fifteen seconds the laughter died down. And as it did, Ericc wrapped a loving arm around Diane.
"I'm just glad you're back, Mom."
"Me too, Sweetie," Diane responded, hugging her son around his chest, much to a smiling Dax's joy.
Well, this'll make the party less awkward, he thought to himself.
Speaking of…it didn't take long for word to spread about the pool party being held. But down at the local hokey stadium, Hench sat on a wooden bench, enjoying the view of a few sexy looking girls who were skating. Hench looked at his cell phone and began to scan Google news, hoping to see his name, but no!
Only his boss.
"Hey, Joey! Get over here," Hench called to his main man, a tall buy scrawny fox, whose ruffled and dirty red fur gave him a mangy appearance.
"Want an Ipod or Gameboy I stole?" Joey asked, offering the stolen goods to Hench.
"You want to knock it off, Joey?" Hench was really annoyed with Joey's nickel-and-dime thefts.
"But these are great collector items," Joey said.
"Never mind that!" Cain snapped.
"We gotta face facts. The boss isn't giving us the tools to pull off a big robbery. Your banks, your jewelry stores..."
"Your art museums," Joey added.
"Exactly," Hench said with a frown.
"So what we need is stuff we can sell for cash."
"How about hotels?" Joey said, snatching a young girl's purse from her as she skated by.
"Tourists carry lots of goods and cash."
The wolf shook his head.
"With our luck we would be holding up a guy who has nothing but traveler checks," Hench said, pulling up Google news on his phone.
"I got a better idea."
He turned the phone and showed Joey what he had found.
"A Pool Party!" Joey gasped.
"That's perfect, boss!"
Hench laughed and his eyes narrowed at the images of the things being auctioned off.
"There is nobody stupid enough to knock off a Pool Party in this city."
"Oh, yes there is," Joey grinned back.
"Us."
Meanwhile, at the Aldan house, Rachel was in her and Able's bedroom, talking on the phone to her office while she laid out her new one-piece swimsuit for the party. Oh, how she loved parties that required something that accented her curves and showed off her smooth, luscious fur. After all, she was a clothes designer and worked in the fashion business designing elegant evening wear, as well as swimwear and "naughty lingerie."
"No, I'm sure that Victoria Secrets will love my new bra and panties design," Rachel said to her contact on the phone, "I'm not changing my mind on this deal."
At that Matt ran into the room. He knew his mother hated to be interrupted while she was on the phone, but he wanted her opinion on which one-piece swimsuit to wear for the party.
"Batman or Captain Atom?" he asked, "Which one would look better on me?"
"Shush," Rachel said, then to the phone she said, "No, red, not white. Red seems to catch the eye of younger men.
"Mom, please..." Matt begged tugging at her shirt, "Which one should I wear?"
Rachel put her hand over the phone.
"Batman."
In the middle of this, Able walked into the room wearing a rather tacky Hawaiian shirt, orange in base, but with hideous blue and teal triangles and half-circles all over. And the Van Gogh-esque swim trunks with their gaudy yellow and red swirls on blue didn't help either. In fact, Rachel would have puked if she wasn't so busy with her meeting over the Phone.
"Rachel?" Able said, "Should I take my gun with me to the party?"
"Take it!" she snapped at him, "And I wish everyone would stop interrupting me when I am on the phone."
"Sorry," Able replied, somewhat hurt by his wife's sudden attitude as he ushered Matt out of the room.
"Dad?" Matt asked him softly, "Batman or Captain Atom?"
"Batman," Able said with a smile, then turned to look into the hallway.
"Also, go pick up your Micromachines. I stepped on one and nearly broke my neck."
"Ok," Matt pouted, and went to clean up his toys.
And just across the street from Aldan family, Elsa Larsen placed the receiver back down onto the handset and smiled broadly to herself. The customer had been tough to win around but her charm never failed, and sure enough she had just earned herself yet another fat number of extra bonuses because of that deal.
Leaning back in her chair she let herself relax with her hands folded on her stomach and smiled down at the phone on her desk.
As she smiled triumphantly at the phone, she heard a gentle knock on the door.
"Enter," She called, and with one final smile of triumph at the phone she looked up and saw Faith Olsen, her receptionist and loving wife, walk in while holding a file in her hands.
"This came for you from the head office Elsa," Faith said with a friendly voice.
"Ah forget it for now," She said with a smile as she stood up and smoothed her business suit.
"It can wait till Monday. Now, you and Roy better get ready, it's the pool party this weekend."
Faith smiled back at her and stopped walking towards the table.
"You know," Faith smiled, unbuttoning her blouse, "it's been some time since we've had a good fuck here in the office."
With that, the peach furred wolf dropped her blouse on the floor and groped her huge d-cup breasts.
Elsa blushed.
"Faith, not here. What if the neighbors see us?"
"Yeah, but hey, what's life if you don't take risks?" She replied with a smile of her own and she walked over to Elsa.
"And besides, I can get away with anything when the neighbors are just as big as perverts as we are."
And with that she gave her most innocent look and they both embraced each other, kissing the other with as much passion.
But then Elsa stopped kissing her wife.
"Come on then before we're caught," she said as she walked out of the office, "Our son will be home soon from practice."
"But until then, we have the house to ourselves," Faith replied, closing the blinds and pushing Elsa on the floor.
"We can have a quick fuck, shower, then get ready for the party when Roy gets home."
"Oh, I love you, Faith," Elsa sighed giving in to her wife's desires for sex.
"And I love you too, Elsa," Faith smiled, before assaulting Elsa with kisses.
One hour later…
Roy Larsen stepped off the bus holding his bag on his shoulder and slowly walked up the driveway to his house, all the while thinking about the latest math tests he was going to have to retake if he didn't want to go to summer school. The usually straight A High School senior couldn't believe how bad his last grades were. And while this test most certainly wouldn't have put him in summer school, he had a tendency to think the worst-case scenario. But he would dwell on that later. Smiling to himself, he walked up the twisting driveway feeling the warm, gentle breeze.
As he reached the top, he noticed both his mom and step-mom's cars were in front of the garage.
Guess they're both home, he thought.
When he entered the house, he went straight to the kitchen to get himself a drink and sure enough there they were, Faith Olsen and Elsa Larsen, his mom and step-mom.
His step-mom was sitting reading the sports section of the newspaper at the large wooden kitchen table, dressed in her usual shirt, pants and high heel shoes, and his mother was leaning against the counter with her arms folded, drinking some orange juice and talking to Sweets on the phone.
"Hey mom, hey mama." He said to Elsa and Faith respectively as he threw his bag under the kitchen table and went straight to the fridge.
"Hello sweetie" His mother replied back, briefly pulling herself away from her phone.
"Hey Bud," His step-mom answered without taking her eyes from the paper. She never did when it was the sports pages; she was completely oblivious to everything when anything to do with sort was in front of her face. Even if someone told her he had won the lottery she wouldn't register it.
Elsa smiled as she ended her call with Sweets.
"So how was the last day of school?" His mom asked.
"Yeah it was cool. We won the end-of-year soccer match against Banff again without even having to try really. There's no other school good enough around here to beat us," He answered back to her whilst reaching to bring out some orange juice and pour it into a glass.
"We could do with some better competition."
"There is never gonna be any competition for our boy," Faith said, folding the paper down in front of her and reaching for her glass of wine. Obviously, she had finished the sports section.
Roy just laughed as he put the carton of orange juice back in to the fridge and gulped the juice down.
"Have you got practice tonight?" His step-mom asked him, leaning back in the chair.
"Na, it's canceled tonight. Coach said it's good for us to have fun as well as to train hard," Roy answered and walked over to the dishwasher to rid himself of the empty glass.
"Well, Coach Harlan is the best there is and he knows what he's talking about, so you take his advice and you'll go far," Faith told him enthusiastically.
"So what are you up to then tonight?" Elsa asked Roy.
He leaned against the counter opposite his mother.
"I dunno yet, everybody's going out tonight and they're all busy so I'll probably stay in. What you two up to tonight?"
"Nothing tonight, but tomorrow night will be grand," Elsa smiled.
Roy cocked his head.
"How so?" he asked his mother.
"We've been invited to a pool party at Dax and Sam's" His mom said. Just then, Faith received a text from someone, and from the look on her face it wasn't good news.
"Ah babe, I can't make it tomorrow, I got a text from my uncle saying that my mother fell and broke her hip. So, I am going to spend a few days with her." Faith said, trying not to look at her wife.
"I understand, but at least I have Roy to accompany me to the party," Elsa said.
"I'm game," He said and a big smile lit up her face and she walked over and gave him a big hug, then she turned to walk out of the kitchen so she could go and get her new bikini ready. But before she did, there was knock at the door. Checking the time on the clock that hung in the foyer, Elsa smiled as she made her way to the door, knowing exactly who it was.
"Hey handsome," she said as she opened the door for her ride to the party, the black-furred wolf's blood-red eyes eying her alluring white fur with great hunger.
"Hey Sexy," he growled before stepping into the house, their tongues instantly meeting in heated kiss before the door even shut.
Elsewhere in Jasper…
Puss was busy combing and brushing his fur, trying to make himself look as clean as he could for the party. Even though he had about 16 hours to go, and that his fur would be ruined anyway in the water, the former thief turned spy just couldn't help himself. Now, he did have a slight case of OCD, but it only happened before big advents such as these. Puss gave his fur one more pass with his brush and smiled.
"If looks could kill, I would be wanted for murder," he laughed.
"Yeah, and I'll be billing you if you don't come out of my bathroom," Tony said from the other side of the door.
"Ok, I'll be right out," Puss sighed. He hated it when people made him rush, after all, it wasn't as if there were people needing to use the bathroom. As Puss stepped out of the bathroom, Tony was waiting for him with his arms crossed.
"Thirty-five minutes just to comb and brush your fur?" he asked pointing to the clock above the bathroom.
"This is a bar, not a hotel."
"Sorry," Puss scoffed, then went over to the bar to finish his beer, where Tramp was wiping down the counter when he noticed a twenty-dollar bill under an empty glass. Checking to see if Puss or Tony was watching, he quickly put the twenty in his pocket, but as Puss put his now fished beer mug down, he let out a threatening message.
"Do you want a broken arm?"
Tramp returned the twenty with a huff.
"Jackass," he mumbled. Puss looked up.
"Say that to my face," he said.
The very sight of Puss giving him a death glare, as well as pulling a short blade from his belt, made Tramp feel like a child again.
"Sorry," he said, not even daring to look the angry Puss in the eye.
With a smile, Puss then left the bar to go home.
Meanwhile, somewhere deep in the forested, mountainous terrain of Jasper National Park, with its lush green foliage and cool mountain breeze was a russet-furred wolf, his fit frame concealed by a muscle shirt, cargo pants and boots, all while he kept the setting sun out of his stunning teal eyes with a tan sun hat. Now, Garth Shaughnessy would have worn sunglasses himself, but given the fact that he was using and digital alidade on a tripod to survey the surrounding terrain, he needed as much of his vision as unencumbered as possible.
"Dad, I'm BOOORED!" a young voice sounded from behind him. Turning to the source of the voice, Garth sent the little, white-furred pup, no more than nine, sitting in his jeep a playful smirk, dressed in his own cute little surveyor's outfit of cargo shorts, shirt and boots. The smirk itself was shared by another white wolf, a female to be specific, her tight tank top and formfitting cargo shorts leaving little to the imagination as her curvy, busty frame seemed to try to bust out.
This was Lilly and Albus, Garth's wife and son, or more specifically, his pride and joy.
But over the past few years, Garth had been keeping his family very close to him. He reason being that nearly four years ago he and his family nearly lost their lives. All because his Marine father trusted someone he shouldn't have. But, Garth shook the memory from his head, a sad smile on his face as he packed up the alidade in the back of the jeep.
"All right Al," Garth said with a laugh, looking into the inherited teal eyes of his son as he got back in the jeep, ruffling the boy's hair as he did, making the boy release a combination of a groan and giggle, "we're heading out."
With that, the family was on their way.
But…if Garth had turned the alidade just a few inches to the left, he would have a found a very peculiar sight;
A dig site, at the base of one of the park's mountain ranges, the workers themselves employed by one of the deadliest crime bosses in the Chinese Mafia. Someone who belonged to a species that, much like what he was searching for…
Should be long extinct.
But, if the Crime Lord Shendu could get his hands on what he was looking for, he would be one step closer to outliving his rivals…
Unaware that Death was watching him very closely.
The next day...
It was only one hour until the party, and Cain stood in the hallway of the Larsen house, the Dark Wolf only being able to smirk as he looked at his reflection in the mirror at the bottom of the stairs. He felt like a stud, and better, he looked like one too.
The store where he got his get up obviously had a large selection of summer-wear. And here he was wearing a snazzy red short-sleeved button up shirt, which seemed to blend well with the black trunks he wore, as well as his black flip-flops. But for Cain, the best part was that the suit actually clung to his body very snuggly, so much so that he could easily make out the big bulge of his cock. And with his shirt open to show off his tone body, he felt like he would get lucky at the party.
He turned his gaze away from the reflection as soon as he turned to see his son and Elsa walking down the stairs. Roy was dressed similarly to him, but his trunks were navy, and his shirt sky-blue, matching his eyes almost perfectly.
Elsa slowly came walking down the stairs wrapped in a sexy sky-blue bikini that clung to every curve of her body, showing every contour of her perfectly formed body. Cain's jaw dropped to the floor. There was no denying his ex-girlfriend was sexy. Oh, sure the two of them still had sex together, but this was a new sight to behold.
Elsa Larsen stood 5'10", but with the wicker sandal pumps she wore, she stood 6'1", just a head taller than her boys. But for Cain, all he could do was focus on Elsa's long creamy legs, her waist small and her stomach flat, showing no sign that she had had given birth to Roy. Her long wavy white hair fell down her back and around her shoulders, framing her beautiful face which added to her sexy appearanc, her full lips looked ready to swallow a cock whole. But Cain's eyes rested on her huge tits. He knew they were big because they were 42D, but she always wore jumpers or business suits, those two triangles hardly contained the two large globes, which showed almost all of her tits, and not just the tops, but a good side of the globe of flesh too. And to top it off, Cain could see her nipples poking hard against the thin material. The twin globes were pushed together to create a formidable cleavage that would surely pop out if she exhaled to fast and by the tightness of the dress and how much of her tits were showing.
She was a knockout.
Plain and simple! Cain's dick had also seen her as it was standing at full attention, rock hard and solid and was obviously plainly visible through the trunks he was wearing.
Resting a black fingernail under his chin, Elsa raised Cain's head from staring at her deep cleavage. He expected her to yell at him, but instead all she said was…
"So, do I still got it?" She dropped her hand from his chin and began running her hands all over her body, down from her tits and over her stomach.
"You never lost it," He managed with a squeak, then cleared his voice and tried to calm himself down. His hands went to dangle inconspicuously in front of his cock, trying to hide it.
"No, you look great," he managed to make his voice sound level this time.
"Good," Elsa said, before giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek before sending their son a hard glare.
"Now I want you to behave while at the party," Elsa instructed with a smile.
"I'm always on my best behavior," Roy laughed, then being the gentlemen he was, opened the front door for his mother. As they walked to the car his mom stopped before she opened the door.
"Remember, while at the party, I don't want you to do anything to ruin this night for me. And that means not antagonizing any of the younger kids, like your cousin, understand?"
And then she smiled, and if it had been anyone else, he would have said it was a teasing smile. But what she said next to Cain made his heart jump almost out of his chest.
"Oh and, I think that suit fits you well."
And her eyes flickered quickly towards the bulge in his pants, or was that just his imagination? Surely it wasn't. Cain ducked quickly into the car without so much as a response and Roy laughed lightly as he got into the car with him.
When Cain, Roy and Elsa were driving to the home of Sterlings and O'Brians, it took Elsa everything she had not to make any teasing jokes about Cain having a boner while he drove them to the estate. For the entire journey he had kept his head down or looking through the window so that he wouldn't be distracted by his ex-girlfriend's sexy body.
When they arrived, Roy helped his mother out of the car and lead her to the party, Cain sheepishly trailing behind them.
Once inside, there were already so many people enjoying the festivities. Roy could make out a few faces that he knew. There was his brother and his family.
Mayor Winston Lewis and his wife Eve, both wearing a simple red Hawaiian shirt, white swim trunks and revealing black bikini, respectively.
Humphrey and Kate Chambers, accompanied by their youngest son who seemed to be recovering from his ordeal with Kako nicely, the young wolf showing off his still healing bullet wound like a badge of honor to Lilly Shaughnessy and her husband Garth, and their son Albus, who Roy could see was being rather shy around Sam and Terra's son Liam.
Now, Albus may have still been too young to understand what he was feeling for Liam, but any teenager and adult at the party could tell a crush when they saw one.
The Gatos where there as well, Puss going topless in a pair of plain red trunks, and Kitty in sexy red bikini, with their adoptive son making Matt, who he was playing with, glad he chose batman for his swimsuit as Perrito had chosen Captain Atom.
Mason and Dana Canis, though Cain instantly recognized them as Mr. Wolf and Diane Foxington, were there as well. And Cain knew it was no mystery why. But that still didn't stop him from eyeing the busty Diane in her concealing, but still very alluring black one-piece suit.
Also in attendance, as Cain observed, were a smattering of friends and colleagues from the Moonlight Howl, either inside or out, already enjoying the pool on the deck, the pool itself just half the size of an Olympic sixed pool, with pulsating underwater lights courtesy of the fact that they were hooked up to the DJ equipment by the house, the equipment itself being run by Webbs, who definitely had the party in full swing. And beyond the pool and deck, Cain could see that the Sterlings and O'Brains had an unobstructed view of the Canadian Rockies. And if Cain was being honest, he would literally kill to have a place like that.
But, for now, he figured he might as well have some fun before he got to business with a certain Irish-Wolf, who was currently chatting up Diane and Wolf with Dax, Sweets and Terra. At one point, a blue-eyed wolf with ginger fur stepped up to Diane and Dax, the teen eagerly returning the embrace thatw as given to him, much to Cain's curiosity.
But just then, King Bear and his wife showed up.
All the guests went silent as the powerful mob boss looked around. With a smile, King Bear walked into the crowded kitchen like he owned it. The cooks and waiters scurried out of his way, too busy to notice or care who he was. He was a ship, and they the water sliding off his bow. King Bear finger-tasted a dish as he sailed through, admonishing an assistant chef in excellent German: "This needs more pepper and garlic."
He pushed through the right-hand swinging door and reentered the main room, where Sam pulled Terra close to him, while also placing himself between his daughter and the ursine as the mob boss approached them.
"Mr. O'Brian," King Bear smiled kindly.
"I must say that I was a little surprised when I didn't get an invitation," he said still keeping that smile on his face, despite the disapproving glares he was getting from the Sterling's, O'Brian's and their guests
"You were not invited," Terra mumbled under her breath.
King Bear looked at her, his smile now gone and replaced by a frown.
"So it would seem."
But then, a new voice sounded from beside Dax.
"Leave them alone."
This came from the ginger teen Wolf who had been standing beside Diane, the fox trying, and failing to keep her son who she had only just got back from harm. But the teen, garbed in a simple t-shirt and black trunks shrugged her off, his blue eyes glaring at King Bear through the silver "mask" around them.
"And who is this?" King Bear said with an expression that was half-smile, half-sneer.
"My boy, Eric," Dax added in a firm voice, placing a proud, but still protective arm round his son. But much to Dax's surprise, Diane stepped forward as well, her subsequent statement actually making Wolf swell with pride at his girl's courage.
"OUR boy."
At that moment, Eric felt a flutter in his stomach as BOTH his birth parents stood beside him. And a good thing, for the moment he saw this great act of defiance, King Bear took a menacing step forward…only to be stopped by a hand that did NOT belong to his wife, followed by a sweet voice.
"Daddy, you promised you would play nice."
Looking to the source of the voice, Dax and the group's frowns frown actually formed into small smiles as they laid eyes on Canue, the one O'Connor they didn't mind associating with, besides Belle. And to Sam, the twenty-year-old girl in her stunning attire of a two piece gold suit, which did little to hide the alluring figure that was obviously inherited from her similarly dressed mother, definitely made the wolf who was twice her age feel like a dirty old man.
"Of course, Princess," King Bear said with a forced smile, all while he and Sam continued to stare daggers at one another.
"Mr. O'Brian and friends," he continued a she placed a loving hand around the younger bear.
"You remember my daughter, Canue?"
"Of course," Sam said as he extended his hand to Canue, who happily took it.
"CANUE!" Anna suddenly exclaimed from behind her father, the teen wolf running up to the equally excited bear as they wrapped each other in a tender embrace.
"Anna," Canue softly replied with a giggle.
"You remember me!" Anna responded, pulling away from Canue while still holding her hands in her own.
"Of course I remember," Canue answered.
"How could I forget the pup I loved to sit for the most."
Upon seeing that the situation was now somewhat diffused, the adults relaxed some, but that did not mean Sam and King Bear weren't still staring daggers at each other.
At that moment, Dax felt it best to greet the guests and explain the schedule for the evening.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Sam and I would like to thank you all for attending our little party. To start the festivities off, we'll be firing up the grill in twenty minutes, with a bonfire and s'mores later. Before, after and in between, ENJOY THE WATER!"
A round of cheers went up in the house, with the rest of the guests now making their way out to the pool, with Sweets adding a little bit more information.
"Also, for the all our younger guests," she said referring to all the kids and teenagers attending.
"I took the liberty in ordering pizza."
All the kids and teens started looking really excited. Some went out to the pool, but some went to the very spacious den where they could wait by distracting themselves with board games, TV, or even reading some comics that Dax was known for collecting.
As all the younger guest made themselves comfortable, Diane and Wolf kept a close eye on King Bear, who practically barreled his way past the other guests to discreetly, yet forcefully pull Able Aldan to a secluded part of the foyer. And from where they were standing, it was easy to see that the chief of police was unable to speak back to mob boss as he angrily berated him. Wolf even clenched his fists in anger when he witnessed King Bear smack Able across the face before calling him a worthless mut.
"Steady Wolf," Diane said warning her boyfriend to keep himself in character.
"I just really hate that guy," Wolf said seething with anger, but Diane quickly pulled him into a kiss to calm him down. And it worked.
"I know, but we have a plan to spy on him. Remember, I got that job at the Howl because he's a regular."
Back in the den, Roy was being himself by teasing the younger kids. He looked at Matt, who was currently playing Battleship with Perrito and could already see himself causing the youngest kid some problems. So, with a big smile on his face, Roy walked up to Matt. The little pup looked up at the bigger wolf standing before him.
"Hey there, Batboy," Roy said stifling a laugh.
"Is mommy not giving you enough milk to make you big?"
Matthew frowned as Roy continued to tease him.
"I bet that even the Joker would laugh at you. What will your daddy say when you fail to catch a crook, Batboy?"
Matthew then cracked a smile and started slapping himself on the chest.
"OW! OW! Stop Roy! Ow! It HURTS!" he shouted loudly. Roy was suddenly at a loss for words as he had no idea what he was witnessing.
"MOMMY! HELP! ROY'S HITTING ME!"
Roy realized too late was happening and in the heat of the moment he panicked and foolishly reached out and grabbed Matt by the arm to make him stop.
"ROY!" Elsa shouted, storming into the den.
"I told you to behave and yet your bulling Matthew? When we get home you are grounded, young man."
"I'll get even with you, Matt Aldan!" Roy shouted as his mother dragged him out of the den.
But the moment Elsa dragged Roy out onto the deck with the other guests out onto the deck, the loud, boisterous voice of the Tarantula DJ called over the crowded space, Webbs definitely fitting the image of a professional DJ as she stood behind all of her equipment, her headphones wrapped around her neck as she started up the party with a classic Cheryl Lynn piece.
"ALL RIGHT YOU GUYS, LET'S GET REAL AND GET THIS PARTY STARTED RIIIIGHT…!
And when the beat dropped, so did everyone else. For the next twenty minutes, party guests were talking and mingling together, playing pool games, or just having a great time in general. But, to keep things orderly, Sam and Dax had asked Steele and Balto to act as bouncers to keep an eye out for troublemakers, the malamute and hybrid actually taking turns so they could still enjoy the festivities with their friends, which included;
The Bennets, who despite being off the clock, couldn't resist showing off their bartending skills at the bar by the pool with Sweets, not too far from Webbs. They were actually joined by their four children, three spaniels and a mutt fresh from sophomore year in college.
Also in attendance were The O'Malley's, joined by Thomas's three step-children, who were just getting ready to ship off to college, but not without a night of booze and sex first.
But one group that definitely caught King Bear's eye was one that seemed to be keeping to the edge of the party, a certain fox crime boss, his grandfather, and their lovely ladies. And while O'Connor knew the reason to why they were there, he still felt great unease when he saw the group, particularly Nick Wilde and Max Fray, conversing with some individuals he recognized…
USAF Colonels Rex Chambers and Cody Merrik, and Richie Barkin…the son of an old acquaintance.
Yes, he would definitely need to keep a close eye on them. But for now, he would just focus on the party, while also keeping a close on Cain. And as he did, King Bear would lick his lips hungrily as he ogled the Dark Wolf's ex-girlfriend and son, the bi crime boss discreetly rubbing his growing bulge through the pocket of his trunks as he imagined how good they would feel on his dick.
Yes, everyone was truly enjoying themselves in their own way…unaware that another uninvited guest would be joining the party.
Hench and Joey had been casing the estate out from within the confines of their van, unaware that the boss, the Dark Wolf himself, was inside, mingling as well.
Now, Cain didn't know why, but his relationship with Elsa and Roy had set something off in him. Hell, for years he had tried his best to maintain his carefully crafted persona of the harsh, cold-as-stone mob boss who raped a poor girl, thus getting her pregnant. But, seeing as how they and a few others knew the truth, that he and Elsa had been madly in love, much to the disapproval of her family, he wasn't too bothered.
And Elsa's constant invitations to join in on her and Faith's fun was a huge bonus.
Oh, how he loved to sandwich his cock between their two pussies.
But in the end, despite his trepidation, Cain found he couldn't say no to the invitation to take Faith's spot in the group, the thought of being at the party with Elsa and Roy leaving a funny feeling in his stomach.
Is this how it feels? he thought to himself as he saw his brother and his family across the deck, his soaked nephew, dressed in his cute Batman one-piece and water-wings, sitting in his equally-soaked brother's lap as his bikini-clad sister-in-law wrapped her arms around her boys, laughing with Sweets and Terra.
To be part of a…family?
"See you tagged along with Elsa and Roy."
Turning to the Irish voice, Cain stilled a bit when he saw Sam standing before him, the Irish-wolf's hazel eyes seeming to scrutinize the dark with great intent. And needless to say, Cain, much to his own utter bewilderment, seemed to shrink under this seemingly insignificant wolf's eyes. And to his utter shock, and embarrassment, he stuttered out a reply as he began to turn for the house.
"I-I'll leave if you…"
"NO!" Sam softly, but firmly said, placing a firm hand on Cain's shoulder, the Dark Wolf's red eyes growing wide in amazing at this sudden contact.
"I'm…" Sam began in a sort of hesitant whisper, looking away from Cain's gaze for a just a moment.
"I'm actually GLAD you're here…we need to talk."
At first hesitant, Cain followed Sam as he ushered him to a set of stairs adjacent to the foyer, leading down to the lower floor that led to the pool deck. As Sam and Cain moved away, Wolf looked on with a disapproving glare from the side, his white Hawaiian shirt open, allowing some females to ogle his impressive frame. But after a few minutes, Wolf looked over to where he had last left Diane, who was busy chatting with Belle, who seemed to gossiping about their love life.
And for a while, Wolf let the hardon in his red swim trunks grow unencumbered, not caring of who saw as he ogled the busty beauties, from Belle O'Connor, who despite her reputation, kept her black bikini-clad body concealed from younger eyes with a towel wrapped around her, to Webbs as she worked her magic behind them, her black, blue-trimmed wetsuit hugging her busty, short stacked body perfectly, to Diane, who felt no same in showing how her modest, but still revealing red bikini top and thong.
But, before wolf could really get into his fantasy, the doorbell rang. And being the only one closest to the door, he opened it, revealing a Wild Surfer Pizza delivery wolf who was trying to balance a stack of pizza boxes.
"That's one hundred fifty-six dollars, man," the wolf said, trying to hand Wolf the receipt.
"Sorry," he said with a small chuckle, "I don't live here."
"Just here for the party then?" the pizza boy asked.
"Sure am," Wolf smiled, thinking of all the stuff fun he was going to have.
King quickly walked onto the scene. Taking the pizzas, he looked at the pizza boy.
"My son-in-law will be paying…keep the change," King said. Then he turned toward the den where kids were playing and shouted, "The pizza's here!"
A stampede of pizza hungry kids quickly followed King into the dinning room. By the time young Matthew Aldan made it to the dinning room, there were open pizza boxes all over the place. Everyone was taking slices and cups of soda.
Only a few adults were present in the dining room.
"Terra? The pizza boy needs a hundred and fifty-six bucks," King said.
"For pizza?" Terra looked shocked.
"Fifteen pizzas, ten bucks each," Stinky said, trying to be helpful as he helped himself to a slice of pepperoni before going to join his fiancé.
"Sweets?" asked Terra. "You were going to pay, right?"
"Uh, I just ordered the pizzas," Sweets said as she handed Claudette a Pepsi. The blonde-furred teen popped the Pepsi before going to join Fleet over by the corner.
"It's okay, I got it," Dax said digging out his wallet.
By now Matt had searched all fifteen pizza boxes. It seemed as if the impossible had just occurred. There was only one thing to do now.
"Did anyone order just a plain cheese pizza?" he asked.
"Yeah, they did," Roy spoke up, stuffing his mouth with the last slice of cheese pizza. "But after getting me into trouble, I really wanted to get back at you, so now, it's gone."
"You ate it all?" he gasped.
"Indeed I did. Now..." he then swallowed the pizza.
"We're even."
Matt with all his might punched Roy in the crotch, sending the bigger wolf to his knees! But he wasn't done yet, he jumped up on Roy's back and proceeded to bite him on the ear. Everyone was shocked by this behavior Matt was displaying.
"Matt! Get off of him!" Eric shouted.
The racket the two were making brought in a number of the other guests. And one felt it best to end the fight before it went any further.
Matt felt someone grab him, too. It was his mother. He tried to fight his way out of his mother's grip, but Rachel held on tight and started to shake him angrily.
"What is the matter with you?!" she shouted.
Matt had only seen his mother this only one, when an elk had flashed her at the mall three months back.
"It was him! He ate all the cheese pizza!" Matt shouted pointing at Roy who was tending to his bleeding ear.
"He knows that I hate pizzas that have-"
"Able and Rachel Aldan, your son has a problem with discipline!" King Bear shouted at the parents of Matt.
"For God's sake O'Connor!" Dax shouted, clearly unafraid of the towering bear bedside him, "he's only four!"
"Yeah," Wolf said backing Dax up.
"Cut him some slack."
Able, on the other hand, felt so bad that his son acted the way he did that even a reassuring pat on the shoulder from Sam did little to calm him down. Turning to Matt, Able looked really upset with his son.
"Matt you're going to be put in a long timeout," he said, then turned to Dax. "You got a place for him to cool off?"
"Yeah, my private study," Dax replied.
Matt looked around at all of the people looking at him, disappointment clearly written on all their faces. Being only four-years-old, Matt knew better then to argue with his father, so he left the dinning room with his head hung low. But just as Able was taking him downstairs to Dax's study, an Irish laden voice called to him.
"Y'know Matt," Sam called, "you're only four, but I still want to give you a piece of advice my Dah gave me that his own Dah gave him. 'Never hit someone in anger...'"
At that moment, Sam paused in his lesson, everyone listening intently to what would have been wisdom beyond his years, only for a sly smirk to form on his muzzle as he concluded the lesson.
"'Unless you're absolutely sure you can get away with it.'"
This resulted in a chorus of laughter from everyone in the room. Even Roy found himself laughing as he was helped to his feet by his mother. After everyone had a good laugh. But even though he knew Sam wasn't that about, Matt still felt bad about what he did. In fact, by the time they had reached the private study, he was practically crying at the likely-hood he was to a get scolding, and probably good spanking from his dad.
But to his surprise, he was set on the large couch by his father, who cupped his son's face as he used his thumbs to wipe away his tears.
"Stay here for bit and cool down," Able said in a calming voice, "and think about this for me...'two wrongs, don't make a right.'"
"Okay daddy," Matt whimpered, his head hung low as Able left him alone, shutting the door behind him as he went to rejoin the party.
Luckily, things had cooled down and everyone had finished eating. But as Richie threw away his plate, the cell in his pocket sounded, indicating an incoming message. He pulled the phone out of his jacket pocket and flipped it open. The identifier on the message was…Kitty Gatos. It took a few seconds to load, so he knew it must be a picture message. When the picture came up on his phone, he nearly dropped his book in surprise.
The picture that appeared on his screen was a rear view shot of Kitty, bent over a railing that Winston recognized as being behind the large pool house. Her tail was lifted up over her waist exposing the full, smooth cheeks of her heart-shaped ass. Between her slightly spread thighs, the moist meaty lips of her pussy were barely visible around her thong.
Richie felt his cock become instantly erect as he stared at the lewd scene on his phone. He knew that the former thief was known for doing things like this in order to get information, but it looked like she had set her sights on him. What a temptation it was, because there she stood, thinking all sorts of naughty thoughts and probably doing all sorts of nasty things. The ring tone of a phone call from her suddenly put an end to the questions that were bouncing around in his brain.
"Hi sexy," Kitty purred into the phone, "Are you getting any interesting ideas on what you want to do tonight?"
"Hello, yourself," He scolded.
"You're very naughty."
"I know," She answered breathlessly.
"I think I need a spanking for trying to seduce you. My pussy is soaking wet."
"What do you want?" He asked.
"More to the point," She teased, "what do you want?"
"Where are you now?" He asked.
"Behind the pool house, playing with my clit and pussy," She moaned.
"And you are going to join me so we can talk business."
He listened to her noisily sucking her fingertips and moaning into the phone. The auditory teasing only served to increase his frustration.
"What business? And what about Puss, Isn't he able to tend to your needs tonight?" Richie asked trying to sound serious.
"He's busy getting his own information, a shame is it not?" She replied coyly.
"So, lets stop playing games and…"
Richie closed his phone in exasperation and put it back in his jacket pocket. Unfortunately, he could do nothing about the swollen cock that was straining inside his trunks and making it difficult to mingle with the guest. As the party went on without any drama, Richie kept thinking about the naughty picture on his phone. The idea of the sexy cat and her fingers sliding in and out of her sopping wet pussy only increased his frustrated feelings of arousal.
Just as he was about to head outside for some fresh air, the ring tone on his phone signaled a new series of incoming messages. Richie opened the first message to see a picture of Kitty lying on her back on a deck with her legs spread and her knees bent. She was not wearing her thong and her fingers were buried between her legs, pushing the red, satin material of her thong between the inflamed lips of her pussy.
In the second picture, he could see that the thong panties had been shoved almost all the way inside so that only a small bit of red material was visible between the lips of her drooling twat.
The third picture showed the red satin material being pulled halfway out of her pussy.
The fourth picture showed her holding the damp, red satin panties that had now been completely pulled out of her moist cunt. She had brought the scanty garment up to her face so she could deeply inhale her own female essence.
The last picture showed two fingers of her right hand buried deep inside her dripping pussy.
Kitty was going all out to have Winston come and fuck her.
Richie snapped the phone shut, his painful erection strained against the inside of his trunks making it difficult to walk towards the pool house. Once he was behind the pool house, he found Kitty standing there, two glasses of Champagne in her soft hands.
"Hello, lover…are you ready to talk?"
Upon laying his eyes of the sexy tuxedo cat, her curvy, yet physically fit frame completely bare as her round, gravity defying c-cup tits heaved with her breath beneath her jade-green bikini, Richie, for the first time that night, allowed a sly smirk to grace his muzzle.
"Hello, sexy," He replied, his response causing kitty to let out a pur of excitement as she walked across the narrow walkway to the agent, her hips swaying.
"So, what is it you want to talk about?" He continued.
"Tony mentioned…a mission."
Richie looked shocked.
"He told you?"
"Just that it was important," Kitty said. She took her glass with one hand and sipped the champagne, handing the other to Richie, who took a tentative sip before setting the glass down on the flat railing, never once taking his eyes off of Kitty. Her sensuous lips left a sexy, red imprint on the edge of the glass. With her other hand, she reached out and rubbed his hard cock through the front of his trunks.
"Is that a present for me?" She teased.
"I don't know. You were very naughty today. Do you deserve it? Maybe, you need to earn it," He said. He leaned forward and kissed her hard on the lips. His tongue delved into her warm mouth and danced with her tongue as his right hand slipped inside her robe to play with her nipples. Kitty moaned into his mouth as he kissed and fondled her.
"How do I earn it?" She moaned.
"You can start by wrapping those moist lips around my cock and sucking it," He said kissing her soft, full lips again.
"What do I earn, if I perform well?" She asked.
"I'll fill your ass with my cock and give you the hard fucking you've been fantasizing about all day," He teased.
"I guess I had better get busy then," She replied with a lascivious grin, grabbing the hem of his trunks.
Kitty stood in front of him and turned on her heel to face away from him, undoing the strings of her bikini top, letting it fall to the floor at her feet, followed closely by her bottoms. She gave him a sultry look over her bare, right shoulder teasing him with her tempting display. Now, dressed only in her fur, she stood with her feet apart and slowly bent forward at the waist, treating Richie to the intoxicating view of her bare, moist pussy lips between her smooth, soft thighs and the base of the butt plug clearly visible between the flawless cheeks of her ass.
"Enjoying the show?" She asked coyly, looking back at him over her shoulder. She swept her long, black and white tresses out of her eyes and ran her wet tongue over her full lips.
"Yes, I am. You are one sexy pussy," He replied lecherously.
"Wonderful," She moaned hoarsely. She slid her right hand over her breasts and pulled on her nipples while her left hand slipped between her thighs to gently rub her inflamed clit, her tail wagging slowly as she did.
"My pussy has been a soaking wet mess all afternoon. I nearly wore out my fingers in the bathroom at work today and I soaked the leather upholstery of my favorite chair at home. I don't know if I will ever get the smell of pussy out of my chair."
"That's too bad," Richie answered with a hint of sarcasm.
"However, because of your crazy antics, I've had an aching hard-on since you sent me those pictures."
"My poor baby," She teased.
"Let's see if I can fix that."
She dropped to her knees, moving between his legs as she licked her lips seductively, Reaching up, she yanked his trunks down to his ankles. His cock bobbed firm and erect in front of her face as she eyed it with unconcealed lust. Reaching out with her right hand, she grasped the thick shaft of his dick and slowly stroked it up and down, eliciting a moan of desire from Richie as he leaned against the rail. Opening her mouth, her tongue reached out to lick the silky surface, tracing the underside of his cock from the knot to the base, and to the tip. Her tongue swirled around the swollen head savoring the clear drops of pre-cum that leaked out while her hand gently stroked the smooth thick shaft.
"Oh, yes!" Richie moaned closing his eyes and relishing the soft touch of her hand and the warm, wet strokes of her tongue on his cock.
Kitty looked up at him with a ravenous look in her eyes. Then, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed him deep in her throat until her moist lips were clamped around the base of his shaft. Richie moaned as the velvet wetness of her soft lips, rough tongue and warm mouth caressed his entire cock, knot and all. She moved her hand down to fondle his balls as she started to move her mouth over the shaft of his dick. Her glossy lips were stretched obscenely around his thick cock leaving traces of her slutty, red lipstick on the shaft as she gave him the most pleasurable blowjob he had ever had.
"Oh, Kitty," Richie moaned, groaning as he closed his eyes as Kitty sucked him deeply into her throat coating his cock with her saliva.
This went on for a few minutes until Kitty removed his dick from her mouth.
"Is there a nice, creamy load of cum in these heavy balls for me?" She asked. Her hand fondled his balls as her tongue reached out between her red lips licking his cock like an ice cream cone and swirling around the engorged head.
Richie could only nod, now unable to talk at the moment. He so wanted this to last, but it was starting to be a losing battle. Soon, he would cum.
"Does that feel good, Perro?" She teased flicking her tongue across the underside of his cock just above his knot. She coated his cock with a slippery sheen of saliva that ran down the shaft and onto his balls.
"Yes," He moaned.
"You're such a naughty cocksucker."
"You like a sloppy, wet blowjob, don't you?" She teased before sucking his balls into her mouth once more while she stroked his dick.
"Are you going to fill my mouth with your creamy sperm? Or do you want to cover my tits and face with your sticky cum?"
"Suck that dick, you dirty little cumslut," He ordered, guiding his cock between her lips and thrusting deep into her mouth.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth and cum deep in your throat."
Wrapping his hands in her hair, he thrust hard, fucking her drooling mouth with his cock. Kitty reached between her legs with one hand to rub her clit as her soft, wet mouth accepted his thrusting dick. His balls slapped wetly against her chin as she moaned around the thick shaft stretching her mouth and her saliva dribbled out running down onto his nut sack. The wet embrace of her lips and tongue on his stiff cock was quickly bringing him closer to a mind-numbing orgasm as he thrust faster between her moist, red lips.
With a loud groan, Richie suddenly moaned out his climax, coating the back of her throat with jets of thick, creamy sperm. Kitty swallowed the hot blasts of cum that filled her mouth as quickly as she could. Although she was able to gulp down most of his load, a few drops managed to escape her lips and dribble down onto her chin. With a satisfied sigh, she released his cock and sat back on her heels, savoring his masculine taste on her tongue and looking up at her sated lover.
"Feel better?" She asked cleaning the few, stray drops of his creamy cum off her chin and licking it off her fingers.
Richie pulled Kitty to her feet. Pulling her body roughly against his, he kissed her deeply on the mouth sucking on her tongue and tasting his semen on her lips. With one hand, he reached down to fondle her tits and tug at her nipples while he reached around with the other to squeeze her ass cheeks. Kitty moaned wantonly as he kissed and fondled her eager body.
He released her quivering body and she stood before him, panting with desire and rubbing her tits and pussy. He quickly stepped out of his swim trunks until he was completely naked. Then, he guided her over to the edge of the deck and pushed her forward, bending her over the wooden railing with her legs spread and her ass in the air. Standing behind her, he slid his hands up and down the back of her thighs and over the soft cheeks of her ass. Kitty closed her eyes and moaned feeling his hands gently caress and tease her sensitive flesh.
"Cat bitches always have the strongest smell," Richie said, pressing his face between her thighs from behind and kissing the moist, swollen lips of her cunt. His nose pressed against the wet opening of her pussy as he deeply inhaled her musky, feminine scent.
"Then, my little slave," Kitty smiled wickedly at Richie.
"Worship my ass like the dog you are!" she groaned lustfully and pulled his face tightly against her backside. Richie's tongue probed between the folds of her pussy and lapped up her juices, while his left thumb rubbed her clit.
"Eat my hot cunt!" She screamed grinding her hips backwards against his probing tongue.
"Make me cum, or I'll piss all over your face!"
Richie could only obey, though, the idea of having Kitty giving him a golden shower was still very hot. But he didn't want people asking questions about the smell, so he obeyed. His nose pressed between the cheeks of her ass as he breathed in the sensual, earthy aroma of her anus mixed with the musky perfume of the juices leaking out from between her meaty pussy lips. He sucked on the slick, swollen labia savoring her seductive flavor and pressed his tongue into the moist opening of her pussy. Pointing his tongue so that it mimicked a small cock, he thrust his tongue into her, tongue-fucking her wet snatch. He alternated between tongue thrusts into her pussy, flicks across her engorged clit, and sucks on her labia, causing her arousal to quickly build.
"That's right, obey and worship this goddess's ass!" Kitty moaned, as she thrust her hips backwards and ground her pelvis against his probing tongue trying to satisfy the erotic desires centered on her pulsing clit.
Reaching back with both hands, she pulled his face tight against her body, riding his tongue with her pussy. She started to rotate her hips faster as she felt his tongue flutter rapidly over her clit. His hands gripped her thighs holding her pussy tight against his thrusting tongue until he felt her body spasm with her climax. As she recovered from her intense orgasm, he leaned back with his lips and cheeks glazed over with her pussy juice. He gazed appreciatively at the smooth, upturned cheeks of her ass and the moist, inflamed lips of her pussy, savoring her sweet, musky flavor on his tongue.
Leaning forward again, Richie moved his face in closer to swab Kitty's asshole with his tongue. A mindless stream of lewd comments erupted from the feline's mouth as he licked and teased her sensitive anal opening. Then, he slapped her right ass cheek with a loud SMACK!
"Yes!" She screamed lustfully.
"Spank your mistress' perfect ass!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
A series of blows soon turned both cheeks of her ass a bright shade of pink. In between the loud slaps on her soft ass cheeks, his right hand gently caressed the pink, warm flesh of her backside while he inserted his left thumb into her tight ass and slowly moved it back and forth. The small, subtle motions of the thumb in her ass tantalized and tortured the sensitive nerve endings inside her tight ass.
"Who are you?" She teased, getting another loud SMACK!
"The guy who is going to fuck some cohesion in you, AGENT Softpaws," Richie said, giving a kiss to her sore butt cheek.
"I obey every command you give."
"I'm glad you know your place," he moaned. Kitty felt the sting of the blows to her ass cheeks sending electric shocks to her clit and causing her pussy to gush with her arousal. SMACK!
"So what's the mission?! Tell me while you fuck my hot ass! I need to feel your big, thick cock in my ass! Now!"
Kitty moaned as Richie pulled his thumb out of her ass, triggering another climax that caused her to moan loudly. He gazed down at the tight opening of her ass before and gave her ass a light playful slap.
"We have reason to believe Axis is league with the Church downtown," Richie said sternly, yet seductively as he grasped the shaft of his slick cock, placing the engorged head against the pink, puckered anal opening. With slow, steady pressure, he pressed forward watching the tight muscle stretch to accommodate the plum-shaped crown, all while he continued to brief the spy.
"He has been moving…UGH FUCK! Weapons and drugs in crates marked by the Church."
Kitty moaned as the head of Richies dick slipped past the tight opening of her anus assisted by the slippery coating of lube on the butt plug. He felt her anal muscles tightly squeeze the slick shaft of his cock just below the head adjusting to the girth that filled her sensitive ass.
"And let me guess…SHIT!" Kitty moaned as her anal walls contracted around the huge cock.
"Because the contents are 'Religious', TSA and Customs never check?"
"Bingo," Richie said with a smile as he continued to stretch Kitty out, the feline finding herself thrown into another orgasm as her tight ring seemed to scream from the onslaught.
"FUCK, FILL MY ASS WITH YOUR BIG DICK!" Kitty screamed. Richie, being the gentle-dog he was, grasped her hips, thrusting steadily forward until his cock was buried all the way in her ass and his balls rested against the lips of her pussy. Kitty panted and moaned like a shameless whore feeling his dick stretch her ass. Richie matched her moans with his own vocal appreciation reveling in the intense feeling centered on his cock. Her tight ass gripped his turgid prick like a tight, velvet glove.
"I love the feel of your ass on my cock," He groaned as he started to slowly thrust into her.
"Oooh, yes!" She moaned in appreciation, "Fuck your mistress. Fill my ass with your cum!"
Leaning forward, he nipped at the base of her neck as he thrust into her ass with increasing urgency. Kitty's moans matched the increasing tempo of his cock pounding her tight asshole. His balls slapped wetly against the meaty lips of her pussy as his dick pistoned in and out of her ass. The tight squeeze of her anal muscles on his cock was causing Richie to quickly lose control, and he knew he would not be able to delay his release much longer. Leaning back, he arched his back thrusting deeper into her receptive body. He grasped the long, blond hair at the back of her head with one hand and pulled, as he continued to fuck her ass with increasing intensity.
Kitty gave her body over to the raw, sensual feeling of being taken like a wanton slut loudly screaming out her climax. Her orgasmic spasms caused the muscles of her ass to grip his cock more tightly, and Richie grunted his accompanying climax as he plunged his cock deep into her rectum, knotted her ass and jets of his hot sperm filled her bowels.
The sated, sweaty lovers collapsed onto the deck in post-orgasmic exhaustion. After about ten minutes, Richie's semi-hard cock slipped out of her ass as they spooned on the wood deck. His thick, creamy cum leaked out of her gaping asshole to mix with the juices that drooled out of her swollen cunt.
"So do some recon on this Padre, then?" she asked pressing her well-fucked, heart-shaped ass back against his crotch.
"And after you get the information I need, you'll get a nice, FAT reward," Richie replied kissing the base of her neck, unaware that their tryst had been observed by a very horny, very hard Puss as he shameless jerked off to the sight before him.