"You won't be needing these, because I am still need to have some time with you Sweets."
As Dax continued to rip her free of any clothing, Sweets moaned loudly, all while Dax was still holding her hand tightly. And as he gripped wone hand, he took her other hand and brought it to his bulging cock. As she felt the thick member, Sweets smiled as she rubbed it, getting it to grow bigger with a firm, but gentle touch. After a bit, Dax started running the tip against her slit, and he smiled because her pussy was already dripping wet for him.
"Talk dirty for me, Dax," Sweets beg him, placing a quick kiss on his neck.
Dax smiled.
"So, be it," he replied.
"You're nothing but a little slut who wants a big cock inside her aren't you?"
His free hand slapped her ass hard making a loud smacking sound, her body jerking forward slightly as a soft moan escaped her throat.
"Answer me! You are a slut, aren't you?!"
"Yes."
"You want my cock don't you?"
Silence then another loud slapping sound as his hand hit her ass.
"Yes."
"Yes what?" Dax said with a sadistic smile, pulling Sweets into deep passionate kiss, quickly subduing her tongue in a display of dominance.
"Yes I want your cock!" Sweets cried, breaking the kiss.
Dax smiled even more.
"That is a good little slut."
With that, he reached around her waist and started teasing her clit, the act making Sweets's legs start to shake, and a soft moan escape her throat. And as her body shook with pleasure, Sweets looked at Dax as he had his way with her.
"Dax, your dick belongs only to me! It's mine!" Sweets cried.
"Beg me for it," he growled, still teasing her clit as he felt her juices soaking his fingers.
She moaned even louder, but he knows she was avoiding saying it.
"I said beg me for it like the whore you are!"
"Oh please... Dax, I want your cock."
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
Sweets could no longer hold back her desire, so she gave in to Dax's demands.
"Yes, fuck me, please! I want it so bad!"
With that, Dax shoved his rock-hard cock inside her eager pussy with great force. Her body jerked forward with his thrust, making her tits bounce as a result, but she then rocked her hips back against him. He smiled knowing that she was enjoying it and wanted even more. And so, Dax brought both hands to her hips and started pulling her back on his cock harder and faster. He looked down at her sexy heart shaped ass and moved his thumb to her tight rose bud. He smiled wickedly as he shoved his thumb inside her ass. She cried out softly, not expecting such a sudden violation.
"Dax, what are you...?" Sweets began to speak, but Dax grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.
"Shut up! I think I will fuck your ass, it is just begging for it."
Now Sweets did love a thing of good anal, but not when Dax was turning into a sex-crazed monster. She now realized that she made a bad move by teasing him the way she did.
"No please... not in my ass."
"Sweets, I love you, but your ass is now mine."
Before she could say another word, Dax dragged her into the shower as soon as he quickly slid out of her pussy. His cock slick with her juices he slammed his cock into her tight little asshole, the force pushing her onto the wall of the shower.
"Your ass is so tight baby. Sam doesn't know what he is missing. I just hope you can forgive me."
Sweets looked over her shoulder at her boyfriend.
"I forgive you," she smiled.
Then Dax spanked her ass hard.
"Good. But I want you to say it!"
"My ass belongs to you," she whimpered.
He pushed in until he was balls deep in her ass. He paused for a moment, just letting her ass grip his cock. When he started thrusting against her ass, she seemed to enjoy it. She must have gotten used to the feeling and realized she liked it. And as he pummeled her ass, Dax reached around and started teasing her pussy with one hand, digging three thick fingers into the tight opening as he began twisting a nipple with the other hand, causing Sweets to moan with pleasure.
"My ass belongs to you," she repeated with more passion this time.
"You belong to me," he said roughly as he pinched her nipple.
"I belong to you," Sweets moaned, as Dax started kissing and nibbling at her ears.
Dax felt like he was going to explode after hearing those words, but he didn't want to cum in her ass, he wanted to cum in her pussy, to mark his territory.
"You are going to make me cum, you bitch," he said
"Yes cum for me, cum in my ass," she moaned.
"I am going to cum for you, but not in your ass," he said as he slipped slowly out of her ass. She wiggles her ass, as if begging for more. He pushes his cock back into her wet pussy.
"This is where I am going to cum."
He felt her body tense for a moment as she realized what he intended to do. Sweets then started to push back against his powerful thrusts. Oh, how she loved it when he came inside of her, but the beautiful cream furred wolf hoped to one day have Dax's pup. After all, they were madly in love with each other.
Sweets smiled and decided to play hard to get.
"No, you can't!"
"I can, and I will. You belong to me and I will cum wherever I want. No slutty whore is going to tell me what to do."
He grabbed her shoulders with both hands and starts fucking her hard and fast until he felt his balls tighten as he was about to explode.
"Tell me you want it!" he growled.
"I want it, give it to me!" she said as he felt her pussy grip onto his cock tighter, until Dax finally shoved his knot into her, firing rope after hot rope of hot cum deep inside her pussy. He held his cock inside her as deep as he could until he finished. Sweets was screaming in pure pleasure as stared spanking her ass like a drum.
After a while, Dax's knot deflated enough for him to slowly pull it out. Smiling, Dax wiped his glistening cock on her ass.
"I love you," he said, placing a gentle kiss on Sweets's temple, the spent girl giggling as her hung lover headed for their room down the hall. But as he walked out of the master bedroom, leaving Sweets in the shower, Dax found Sam and Terra lying on the bed panting for breath and cum dripping from her pussy down her leg. It seemed that while Dax and Sweets were making love in the shower, the other two were busy in the bedroom.
Well, this was one night that they all enjoyed.
One hour later…
Dax and Sweets were sleeping peacefully on the floor of the shower, while Terra slept on the bed, but not Sam. He went to make sure everything was in order downstairs, as he entered the living room, a familiar whistle entered his ears.
"Don't you ever knock like a normal guy?" Sam asked the Immortal.
Death smirked.
"Then it wouldn't strike fear into my targets."
"Ok," Sam shrugged, then went to the kitchen to get himself a beer. When he came back, he tossed Death an extra one and sat down on the couch.
"Why are you here, Death?" he asked.
Death opened his beer and took a swig.
"A group of animals are being taken to the research lab in the heart of Jasper right now as we speak. I need you and Dax to help them out."
"Why?"
Death smiled.
"Because, while they might just help turn the tide of this war that is happening right now in Jasper, they are also…a bit behind on the times."
"And if I refuse."
Death smirked.
"I don't think Chief Aldan will give you much of a choice."
With that, Death finished his beer and left, but not before going upstairs to steal some of Terra's used panties. But the moment he left, Sam, although confused, could not stew in his confusion for long as a knock was heard at the door. And upon answering it, Sam let out a grown.
"Sorry Sam," Able said with a sigh, "but something's come up at the Research Center downtown. They thought since you and Dax had some experience studying what it is they're looking at, that you might help."
Now Sam was beyond confused. But at this point, he knew he couldn't refuse. And so, with a series of grunts and growls he made his way upstairs, woke Dax, who was not as keen as he was to be dragged out of the house at…Sam briefly glanced at the digital clock on his die of his and Terra's bed to find it read ten to two.
And before they knew it, they were being greeted by Eve in the lobby of JCSR, the Jasper Center of Scientific Research, the blonde MILF displaying a level of alertness that unnerved them. And standing by Eve's side was a beautiful Irish setter, her auburn-ginger fur accented greatly by her stunning blue eyes. And Sam and Dax actually couldn't help but smile at the chief physician of the most prestigious hospital in Redshore City in New Jersey, who had been called in to attend a conference in Banff but had stopped by Jasper to see her old friend Eve.
And perfect timing, too.
This was Dr. Ellen Lane, Ellie to her friends.
But, before the two females escorted Ellie in, Able stopped her.
And as it turned out, Ellie being in Alberta was a happy accident.
It turned out that she was Cain Aldan's contact in Redshore. And when he learned that Ellie was in the area, he alerted Able. And as they got to talking, Sam, Dax and Eve couldn't help but listen in, especially when they got wind of Matt's condition…which seemed to be deteriorating, if the papers Able gave to Ellie was any indication.
"So, how bad does it look, Doc?" he inquired, only to release a small sigh of relief with what Ellie said next.
"Luckily, not so much that it is alarming," Ellie responded with a noticeable Irish accent, the soft, warm tone actually sending a tingle down Dax and Sam's spines.
"From what I can see with his original diagnosis it was to be expected. But he'll need to be moved to Redshore for more extensive treatment that Jasper does provide. Problem is, in light of the recent incidents involving the Lords of Prey, new measures have been implemented by the American and Mexican Presidents and the Canadian Prime Minister in coalition with other foreign powers; any transportation across international borders requires special clearance."
"Same old bureaucratic bullshit," Dax growled under his breath, his comment succeeding in making Eve, Sam, and Ellie chuckle in agreement.
"Well, luckily, I called my husband, who was more than happy to agree to help with the paperwork. And he's able to circumvent his paperwork since being Redhsore's DA gives him limited, but still special clearance; He'll be flying in tomorrow."
"What about your girl?" Sam inquired, his question earning eyeroll and snicker from Ellie.
"Cherry is nineteen, she can handle herself. Besides, she has her aunt if she needs anything."
"Well thanks Doc," Able said with a smile, offering his hand to Ellie, who happily took it, "I appreciate it."
"No problem, Chief Able," Ellie repsodned with a light giggle, "happy to help."
And with that, Able left, leaving Eve and Ellie to lead Sam and Dax into the building.
"Alright Eve," Sam said, his smile now long gone as dee frown etched its way onto his muzzle smile as the two female doctors lead them through a maze of white halls towards the research wing of the building, "what's so important you drag us out of the house at two in the fucking morning?!"
Letting out a light laugh of amusement, Eve gave her answer.
"Well, the police got a call from an anonymous source that there was some sort of incident at the park. Apparently so youths had encountered some armed thugs who were drilling in one of the caves. The thugs fled, but apparently whatever it was they were looking for led to a startling discovery."
"Which was?" Dax added, perturbed at all the mystery.
"Eight bodies," Ellie answered, never once breaking her stored, "completely frozen."
"Then what do you need two writers for?" Sam angrily inquired, getting more agitated by the minute.
"We need two HISTORIANS," Eve clarified, her response making Sam and Dax falter in their stride some, but able to catch up again just as the two doctors came to a set of double doors.
"What the fuck does history have to do with this shit?" Dax growled, becoming just as agitated as his friend as they were led into an admittedly chilly room, the overall size of it almost reminiscent of a small airplane hanger. And in the room were several researchers, each dressed in all white, warm weather gear. And to Sam and Dax's observations, they were gathered around eight examinations tables, each of varying sizes, from moderately small, to enormous.
But it was what laid on the tables that intrigued the two historians.
Eight animals, mainly mammals, laid out, a thick layer of frost on each. And upon looking toward Eve and Ellie, the two doctors nodded at the two males, a silent indication for them to examine these seemingly everyday cadavers. And as Dax approached the first one, which he could only describe as "Some floppy green thing," he noticed it did bear a striking resemble to an annoyingly slow mammal.
"Sloth," Dax said, examining the flabby, out of shape specimen, who was roughly about five feet in length from head to foot, everything in between thankfully covered by a white sheet. But one thing Dax definitely noticed was the stench. The Texan almost gagged from the overpowering aroma that the ice failed to hold back.
"And one that obviously didn't bathe."
Nearby, Sam was examined two smaller creatures, roughly four inches shy of four feet, similar covered as the sloth. And upon closer inspection, Sam was intrigued to find that their long, furless tails, where wrapped around the other, almost as if terrified of being apart.
"Some sort of Opposum," Sam said as he observed the two specimens, the wolf slowly moving with Dax past them towards the next discovery…
Three imposing creatures of gargantuan stature, though in a state of nature as he observed, more than likely form the fact no sheet could cover them. In fact, from both of their studies, Sam and Dax knew that it wouldn't have mattered as these prehistoric creatures, that resembled hairy elephants with massive tusks, were primitively documented from cave paintings as relying solely on their fur to keep them warm.
Basically, some of the first naturalists.
"Mastadon," Dax said, rubbing his hands together to try to stave off the cold even more, "more commonly known as the Woolly Mammoth."
But one of the most truly interesting specimens lay beside the mammoths.
And Sam and Dax knew, from their well-built frames, scantily covered in what appeared to be primitive chest wrappings or loin clothes, were two large felines, a male and female, laying side by side. And to them, it was no mystery as what they were…if their long canines were any indication.
"Smilodon," they both said at the same time, Sam adding a bit more clarity to the researchers present.
"The Saber-Toothed Tiger."
"My friends," Dax interjected, gesturing to the two predatory cats in front him, "what you are look at are creatures left over from the last Ice Age that ended some 10,000 years ago."
"Maybe even longer," Sam added, the Irish-wolf wolf then adding a hypothesis of how the specimen came to be in their current, petrified state.
"Which would explain how they are so well preserved. I can only guess that at some point during the last Ice Age, these creatures were caught in a Flash Freeze phenomenon where the temperature dropped to around as low as -101 Degrees Centigrade, perfectly preserving as, for lack of a better word, Ice Mummies."
With that, Sam, who had been address Eve and Ellie, turned back towards the eight ancient mammals. But upon taking a few minutes to silently inspect all the mammals present, something Death had told him lingered in his mind. And so, turning to Eve, Sam's eyes squinted in a form of mild accusation.
"But there's something else, isn't their?"
Dax paused in his study of the two cats, his attention, along with Sam's, now on a surprisingly calm Eve and Ellie. And as the two males looked on, Eve, with a smile on her face, motioned to Ellie to hand over a clipboard that she had had in her hands since they arrived.
A clipboard that had riveting data.
"See for yourselves," the setter replied, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she showed Sam and Dax the data, their own eyes wide in astonishment over what they were presented.
Both Sam and Dax's eyes widened in amazement at what they saw.
It wasn't carbon dating, or estimated times of death, but heart rates, blood pressure, etc.
In other words…Vitals.
Looking to the eight specimen laid out on their various examination tables, the drost on their still bodies, Sam and Dax finally took notice of something that had been overlooked the moment they first laid eyes on the ancient creatures; nasal tubing hooked up to oxygen tanks, IVs inserted into their arms, and heart monitors…each beeping off rhythm to each other. And the researchers; they weren't just scientists, but medical experts as well, same as the two females present. And after taking a moment to register the shock they were in, Sam and Dax looked to Eve and Ellie, the Texas wolf being the first to voice what both were thinking.
"You're telling us…they're still alive?"
"Yes," Eve responded, stepping towards one of the sabers, a male, his orange fur and cream underbelly quite pale from the ice that still covered him, his broad, masculine chest rising and falling with each assisted breath he took, "in what appears to be a state of deep hibernation."
"No, no, no," Sam mumbled under his breath, his arm sweeping from the sleeping male to the others, "that's not it. This is far beyond hibernation…they should be dead."
"Well," Ellie interjected, "get ready to have your mind blown even more. Because not only are their vitals surprisingly strong, but..."
With that, the setter handed Sam another clipboard, several papers on it, each stamped with a case number, accompanied by a picture of each one of the mammals in the state in which they were found, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she showed Sam and Dax the data, their own eyes wide in astonishment over what they were presented.
"When we first detected the vitals, we decided to start thawing them out, while keeping them all in induced comas so we could do blood work," Eve said as the two friends perused the paperwork. As they did, Ellie jumped in.
"We wanted to make sure we weren't bringing any diseases from the past into the present. And what we found…was quite surprising."
Both Sam and Dax's eyes widened in amazement at what they saw.
"Cholesterol, Triglycerides," Dax rattled off, Sam adding to the list as well.
"A1C, Sodium, Potassium…"
"We also ran MRI scans," Eve added in.
"Strong Neurological Activity."
Looking up from the list, Sam let his disbelief show even more.
"They are all in absolutely perfect health."
"And given the conditions of that time…they shouldn't be," Ellie clarified, all eyes back on the prehistoric mammals.
"Then what could it be?" Sam inquired, hoping the two females had an answer. Unfortunately, they merely shrugged their shoulders, this medical mystery ever eluding them. But then, Dax made a suggestion that made everyone in the room, the other lab techs included, look at him as if he had grown a second head.
"Why don't we wake 'em up and ask?"
"ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Eve yelled, making everyone around her jump.
"You're not one to be asking that question, Eve," Dax responded with a smug smirk, earning warning growl from the blonde doctor in front of him, who actually had to be restrained by Ellie and a few other techs as she prepared to lunge at the cocky Texan, who merely spread his arms while laughing, which when it came to Eve, would be death sentence.
But as his friend continued to annoy the volatile doctor, Sam kept his gaze on the eight unconscious mammals, the Irish-wolf facing an ethical dilemma over what to do. But, as he battled the waging war in his head, and began to notice that everything had gotten quiet.
The heart monitors had stopped beeping, Dax's taunts had ceased, and Eve's threats had gone quiet.
Then he heard it…the Whistle.
And when he turned, there was Death, standing by the female saber.
And one thing Sam could say of Death, despite how annoyingly inconvenient he could be…
He always got straight to the point.
"Wake this one first…I've already shown her your face and told her your name. You need only say hers, so she knows this is real…and that she is safe."
Looking at the admittedly beautiful saber, Sam gently caressed her cheek in a nurturing way, like he did with Anna or Liam when they were scared.
"What is her name?" Sam finally asked as he looked back into Deaths red eyes, the immortal wolf placing a gentle hand on the saber's shoulder as he answered.
"Shira."
And with that, Death was gone, and the sound of Eve, who had wrestled herself out of Ellie's grasp, holding a suffocating Dax in a savage chokehold hit Sam's ears, the blonde wolf feeling his Celtic blood boil.
Finally, Sam had had enough.
"DO IT!"
Everyone froze as the Irish voice rang thought he room, his back to everyone else as he hovered over the female feline's body. Needless to say, the aura emanating from the wolf was enough to make everyone timid. Even Dax and Eve, who got back to their feet felt unnerved by the severity in Sam's tone.
But, when Sam sent a hard, cold glare over his shoulder…everybody knew it was best to do as he said.
Though it was frightening as they started to bring the saber out of her coma.
First, the heart monitor started picking up a rapidly increasing pulse. In fact, the pulse was getting so high that the medical personnel, Eve included, were concerned that the tiger might go into cardiac arrest. But, after some reassurances from one of her subordinates that it was not the case, Eve calmed down somewhat.
Second, the feline's breathing became erratic, almost as if she was hyperventilating. But her lungs and oxygen levels still showed green, which both impressed and unnerved everyone present.
But, one minute after the ephedrine was introduced to her body, the saber's pulse and breath peaked. And when it did, Sam and the attending tech took a step back as the saber released a massive gasp, her back arching off the table…
As her eyes snapped open.
But, her wide eyes, which Sam noted right away were a stunning sapphire green, erratically looked around. But much to everyone's alarm, the saber began moving, as she were preparing to jump off the table, a clear sign that her fight or flight reflexes were kicking in. But, just as several techs ran forward with leather straps, which were obviously meant to restrain, Sam pointed a threatening finger at them, his brows knitted over his glaring gaze. And upon seeing the murderous glare int eh wolf's eyes, the techs backed off, allowing Sam to step forward. And the moment Sam reached the hysterical saber, he placed a gentle, yet firm hand on her shoulder, forcing her to lay back on the table.
But the tiger, who Sam noticed still had specks of ice weighing down her eye lashes, leaving her temporarily blind, continued to panic, letting out frightened cries which chilled everyone's blood more than the room they were in.
But Sam, remembering what Death had told him, pressed forward.
"Shira," Sam whispered, his hands cupping the hyperventilating female's cheeks, turning her head and forcing her to focus on him as he used his thumbs to wipe the ice and fresh tears away. And, just as Death said, Shira, upon looking into the caring hazel eyes of the wolf standing over her, calmed down. And as she did, she took the time to actually study the face that loomed over hers. And finally, she spoke in a broken whisper, as if being strangled.
"Samuel," she gasped out in happy sob, much to the shock of those around them. But that was the least of their concern as Sam slowly helped Shira sit up, some of the medical techs hesitant to approach, but relented when being signaled by Sam that it was safe.
"Dax," Eve whispered to the Texan, catching his attention as they never tore their gaze from the tiger.
"Yeah, Eve?" Dax whispered back.
"You are a linguist, right?"
"Somewhat," Dax responded, "only took a few course in college."
"Do you know of any languages we can use to try and communicate with her?"
"Oldest I can think of is Latin."
"It's worth a try."
And with hat, Dax slowly made his way towards the group as they examined Shira, the tiger still very frightened, but finding comfort in Sam as he held her close in a protective embrace.
"Salvi Amicus."
Upon hearing this, Shira's head snapped up, the saber taking in the sight of a strange silver wolf with mismatched eyes walking towards her. But, after hearing what was said to her, the tiger, much to Dax's relief, and great surprise, she seemed to understand him, as evident by what she said next.
"Et salve tibi, Amicus."
It went without saying that everyone was stunned. And after a few moments, Dax, after recovering from his shock that his gamble seemed to work, decided to keep trying his luck. And so, adding some nuance, Latin became Spanish.
"Has estado dormido durante mucho tiempo."
"Puedo ver eso," Shira responded, her gaze traveling around the strange room and even stranger objects.
"Sin embargo, me entiendes," Dax continued, stepping closer and closer to Shira as he spoke.
"En efecto," Shira answered with a smile, making Dax return it in teasing smirk.
"Parlez-vous Français?"
Shira's eyes lit up as as she answered giddily.
"Qui Monsier!"
"Sprechen Sie Deutsch?"
"JAWOHL MEIN HERR!" she exclaimed again, surprising everyone by leaping forward, wrapping her surprisingly strong arms around Dax's neck, which the Texan wasn't going to complain about, as it allowed him to feel the large, firm breasts of the sexy saber, her erect nipples Dax could actually feel poking through her chest wrappings and shirt.
As this went on, the tech who had tried to stop Sam, a female panther, leaned over, whispering in his ear.
"How does she know these languages?" she inquired, a small smirk forming on her muzzle as she noticed the wide smile forming on Sam's.
"They must've spoken a root dialect…a sort of common language, like the Tower of Bable."
At that point, Sam's face started to hurt from smiling so much.
"Which means English has to be in there somewhere."
And with that, Sam stepped forward, and just in time as Shira had let go of Dax, the silver wolf helping the slowly recovering saber maintain her balance.
"Shira," Sam whispered, catching the female's attention, her curious, but excited gaze fixed on the first face she saw when she was awakened.
"Would you like us to wake your friends."
Even though the tearful smile was all the answer he needed, Sam was still grateful for a verbal response.
"I would love nothing more."
It took nearly two hours, but Shira's friends were finally thawed and conscious, the female saber making sure that her face was the first they saw, just as Sam's had been for her.
"It's okay," Shira reassured them as each one woke up, "they are the friends the Dream Walker told us of."
Upon hearing this, Sam didn't need to know who the dream walker was. But he, as well as the others, were curious as to what the "Dream Walker" had shown them. And it was actually the male saber that spoke first, his voice firm, but soft.
"When we were in the ice, a wolf, fur white as the snow and eyes as red as blood would come to us in our dreams," he said, his hand grasping Shira's as she leaned on his shoulder.
"He would tell us 'a thousand years has passed, here is what has happened. He would then give us glimpse of what had transpired…it was horrifying, but at the same time beautiful."
"But before you woke us," one of the mammoths said, the large of the two females, which the group could only surmise to be a mother and daughter, "he visited again. Only he had something more to say."
"What did he say?" Dax inquired, now greatly invested in the story.
"He said," the mother continued, "it has been one thousand years, I will show you what has transpired…and then it is time to wake up."
"And we did," Shira said with a giggle, which seemed to surprise her friends, a silent message to the modern observer that such a sound from the saber was uncommon. But, for the modern animals present, there were still several, much more real questions that needed to be asked, and hopefully answered. And as the prehistoric mammals were giving fresh clothes, which mainly consisted of plain white t-shirts and shorts, the two historians and two lead doctors got to it.
And Dax asked the first one.
"Now the number one question…how do we reveal this to the public?"
"I do now that legally," Ellie answered, "we have 24 hours to release this information."
"We leave it to your discretion," Sam said as he placed a gentle hand on the setter's shoulder.
"Alright," Ellie responded with a smile, "and in the meantime we'll keep an eye on them for now, let you know if there are any changes."
"Thanks Ellie," Sam said, placing an appreciative hand on the setters back.
"Your name is Ellie?"
Everyone froze, the feminine voice they had just heard emanating from Shira's group. It was loud and brash, but at the same time warm and caring.
Looking to the mother mammoth, whose eyes looked upon the setter with keen curiosity, the larger mammal rose to her feet, standing at a towering 6'7", while also confirming Dax's theory that these large creatures had to be some of the very first naturalists as she was fully exposing her wide, but fit, curvy body, and her humongous, E-cup breasts to the other inhabitants of the room, all of the male techs rushing to cover some obvious bulges.
"Y-yes," the setter stammered, a little uncomfortable with the fact that the sight of the mammoth's humongous tits was making her blush, which went unnoticed by the mammoth, who let out a small chuckle of amusement.
"Funny…that's my name too."
At that moment, Sam and Dax looked at each other, both sharing a knowing smile as they both had the same idea at the same time.
"Well," Sam said, catching everyone's attention, "since we've already become acquainted with Shira, seems only logical to get the rest of these names."
With that, the duo made their way down the line, starting with the sloth, who they were glad to see had taking the opportunity to dress himself, although somewhat clumsily, in the all-white medical garb that had be provided to hi and his friends, which was a simple white t-shirt and matching shorts.
It definitely helped mask some of the smell.
"Sidney, or Sid if you like," the sloth responded, awkwardly accepting Sam and Dax's outstretched hands in succession, his large claws making it hard to get an adequate grip. But that was the last thing on the two wolves and as they moved onto the possums, who despite being frozen for less than ten thousand years, seemed to be in good spirits, if their playful whipping of each other with their twirled shirts was any indication. Not to say it didn't amuse Sam and Dax. But in the end, the two marsupials were so busy pestering each other, that it took a light walk on the head from Ellie's trunk to get them to focus.
"These are my brothers…not blood, of course."
The two wolves shared a warm laugh with Ellie over her little joke as the possum brothers seemed to be a bit timider now, though still kind of playful as they begrudgingly put their shirts on. And it was at that moment that, despite the two looking very similar, some discrepancies were found in them as they spoke.
"Name's Crash," the one on the right said, his nose a bit more pointed than his brothers, which appeared more roud, and his eyes a deep blue, as opposed to his brother's chestnut brown.
"Name's Eddie," the other said, just as chipper as Crash. And after offering the two brothers a clap on the shoulder each, Sam and Dax moved onto the mammoth family, who to their surprise, had decided to forgo the clothes that were offered to them. In fact, they seemed to take great pride in their appearance.
Stopping at the largest, the male and patriarch, obviously, who stood at an imposing 7'2", the duo were surprised to see that he seemed quite well built, his arms and legs toned, with a slight muscle gut. But what really caught their attention, much to their awe and trepidation, not for themselves, but for any poor girl smaller than the large goliath, was a near nine-inch pachyderm member…at rest.
"Any poor girl won't be able to walk ever again," Dax whispered to Sam, only for their attention to be brought to the amused gaze of the large male before them as he spoke in deep voice, somewhat nasally, but with the same demand for authority that both Patriarchs expected when they spoke.
"The name's Manfred, call me Manny," the mammoth proclaimed, pulling both wolves into a massive, bone crushing hug with enough force to knock the wind out of them. In fact, both wolves were more concerned about the blunt trauma to their ribs than the fact that they accidentally touched a massive mammoth dick.
"And this is our daughter…Peaches," Ellie finished with a chuckle, gesturing to the smallest mammoth among them. And there was no denying among Dax and Sam, who had managed to regain their breath after Manny released them, that she was very beautiful, a lock of luscious reddish-brown hair over her left eye, reminding both wolves, and even Eve of Lilly. And her green eyes defiantly conveyed a sort of playfulness expected of a girl who appeared to be entering young adulthood. But her body was definitely catching the boy's attention, her voluptuous form almost like a younger version of her mother, though with a more flat, toned stomach, slightly narrower hips, and smaller breast, which the boys, who were growing more aroused by the second, found to be bordering on double D.
And after becoming briefly reacquainted with Ellie, the two moved onto Shira, and the handsome male by her side.
"This is my mate, Diego," she said with a loving smile, nuzzling herself into her mate's side. And upon meeting the gaze of the strapping male saber, Dax and Sam were surprised to see a tear slide down his cheek before, much to their trepidation, found themselves in another crushing hug.
"Thank you," was all Diego said. And while the two writers were touched by this display of gratitude, the need for air became too much to ignore as they gently, yet firmly pushed Diego back towards a smirking Shira. And once introductions were out of the way…the questions regarding the "Bureaucratic Bullshit" Dax had mentioned, were asked. But that was more between the two writers and two doctors as they once again stepped away from their new friends. But they were still difficult questions, even if they sounded simple.
Would they be considered citizens?
Under what demographic would they fall?
Would they have access to the same rights as citizens?
"Worse comes to worse, we run them through the application process for citizenship," Sam said, answering the first question, with Dax following with eh second.
"And it's a no-brainier what demographic they fall under; Indigenous."
"And as Sam said," Eve added in, "worse comes to worse, once they receive citizenship, they receive their rights as outlined by the Canadian constitution."
"But seeing as how they were here before both the United States and Canda, when it was as still just one continent, undivided," Ellie added in, "would that qualify them for dual citizenship?"
"Again, we leave it to your discretion," Sam said as he went back to their new friends, who were quietly talking amongst themselves, only to stop when they noticed the Irish-wolf before them.
"We will do everything we can to help you…adjust to the changes you will face."
"Won't be easy," Diego said with a sigh, his arm wrapped around Shira, who nuzzled herself into his side. Upon seeing this, Sam offered a tender, comforting smile as he walked over to the two sabers, placing a gentle hand on Diego's shoulder, the male saber soon filled with new hope by what Sam said next.
"Don't worry…you have new friends to help you."
With that, Sam turned toward Dax, all the while addressing everyone in the room.
"Now if it's all the same to you lot, it's late, or rather early, and Dax and I would like to go home and get some shut eye."
And after a brief round of goodbyes, Sam and Dax left for home.
And needless to say, Sam was right about what he had said…
The sun was rising.
It was seven in Jasper…but nine in Redshore City, New Jersey.
And it was the first day of a long, tough journey for a certain wolf.
To say Porsha was nervous her first day of rehearsal was an understatement. The teen was practically a ball of nerves as she stood ready on the set that would serve as the "Planet of Joy" for the show. And it wasn't just from the idea of having to perform. Even though the others knew it wasn't Porsha's fault that she had been given Rosita's role, she still couldn't shake this sense of paranoia that was flooding into every crease of her being that they all secretly hated her. She was so wrapped up in her worry that if Rosita, who was dressed in her costume of a cartoonish green alien suit and green makeup, didn't jump out of one of the set's craters and start singing, the young wolf would have missed her cue.
"OOH! Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me...
OOH! look what you made me do…"
Even though it was part of the song, the lyrics themselves did not ease Porsha's paranoia, said paranoia causing her to think that they had specifically chosen this song to mess with her. And the more her hands started to tremble around the prop spear in her grasp, the more her mind started to race, the more her breathing started to become erratic, she was beginning to let herself think it was true.
"AND CUE PORSHA!"
But that would have to wait.
Taking a deep breath, Porsha turned to face Buster as if she was facing an audience, putting on her best "serious face." But unfortunately for her, to Buster, Gunter, Ash, Porsha's expression made it look like she had to go to the little pup's room…BAD. And when she stepped toward Rosita, feigning a defensive swing at the "alien," a springboard beneath the pig's feet sending her flying into another crater, Porsha delivered a rather, for lack of better word, lack-luster performance.
"Take THAT, you nasty alien Monster."
Stilted, forced, and VERY cringy…
And she knew it.
"D-did I do good?"
The question was asked with such innocence, but also, to Buster's deep concern, trepidation. And he had been in show business long enough to recognize self-doubt, as well as fear of rejection almost immediately on Porsha's face. But he knew that if he wanted to keep Jimmy happy, he had to keep PORSHA happy. And so, mustering as genuine a smile as he could, Buster answered Porsha.
"T-that was so GOOOOD!"
Almost immediately, Porsha's nervous smile faltered, her ears falling back some as she instantly recognized the forced smile on Buster's face as a sign that he was trying to spare her feelings.
"It's not very good, is it?" she mumbled out, her downtrodden gaze glancing to the face planet surface. At this point, Rosita, who had been helped out of the crater by Sasha, felt her motherly instincts kick into overdrive. Even though she had only just met the girl, Rosita felt that overwhelming urge to comfort the mopping wolf.
"No, no sweetie," the mother pig cooed, taking a hold of Porsha's hand, gently pulling down as signal for Porsha to kneel down so that they were eye level, "you were great. There's just room for improvement, that's all. Do you wanna start again?"
Porsha didn't know why, but the way Rosita spoke to her, the way she held her hands, the way she looked at her in a similar manner that Suki looked at her filled the young wolf with a strong sense of security. And she loved it. And so, with a small smile, Porsha nodded, immediately moving back to her starting position.
"Wow," Ash whispered to Buster, "she can NOT act."
"SHHH!" Buster harshly shushed, "I know that. But I gotta keep Mr. Crystal happy. Besides…"
At that moment, Buster looked back to Porsha, the girl once again delivering her line, a little more smoothly, but still very stilted.
"Something times me she needs a confidence boost."
"A little?" Gunter mumbled out of the corner of his mouth, "she is needing, like, a total overhaul."
"Mr. Crystal wants to see you."
Buster stilled at the familiar, business-like tone of Jimmy's saluki talent scout, Suki still having her eyes on her tablet as she spoke, only briefly taking her eyes off of the screen to look at Buster, who, despite his confident nature, seemed to falter some, glancing around with some uncertainty.
"Really, well, I can meet him in, say an ho-…"
"He means NOW," Suki sternly interrupted, turning on her heals as she continued to speak, "right now."
"OOOOOKay," Buster responded dejectedly, his low ears and hunched posture a clear sign he was not looking forward to what Mr. Crystal wanted to talk about. But, knowing that it would make matters worse by lagging behind, Buster immediately hopped down to catch up with Suki, who he was surprised to see had slowed down a bit for him to be able to do so.
"HI MOMMA!"
The call immediately caused Suki to turn to meet the exuberant gaze of her young charge, the wolf having decided to take a break at the encouragement of Rosita.
"Hi Sweetie!" she called back, clearly not taking notice of Buster as he caught up to her, the koala looking at the two females, now in a tight, almost nurturing embrace with a curious, almost knowing smile.
"Having fun?!"
"UH HUH! Everyone is so nice, and I feel like I'm starting to get the hang of things!" Porsha happily responded as she pulled away, her sudden shift in mood causing Buster to look between her and Suki, knowing look in his eyes as he began to formulate an idea. And for anyone who knew Buster Moon, once the koala got an idea, and when he got an idea, he formed a plan. And trying to stop him from enacting it was like trying to stop a freight train with a strand of twine.
"Well have fun Sweetie," Suki responded with a chuckle, gently caressing Porsha's cheek before continuing on her way, "and I'll see you later!"
With that, Suki continued to walk out of the room, Buster in tow, leaving Porsha alone with he other's, who all just looked at her, either in shock, confusion, or in Rosita's case, a caring smile. And despite taking note of the different stares, Porsha just shrugged her shoulders with a nervous chuckle, turning to rejoin Rosita on the stage.
"Momma, huh?" an almost snarky voice responded, causing Porsha to turn and see Ash, accompanied by Meena, who was dressed in an elaborate purple gown, which Porsha knew was part of her role for the "Planet of Love." And upon reminding herself of who Meena's partner was, Porsha had to refrain herself groaning out loud at the knowledge that Meena was singing a duet with the most, self-absorbed, egotistical performer she had ever met in all of Redshore City…the One, the Only, The INSUFERABLE Darius. Who was also said to have the smallest dick there ever was. But, upon noticing Ash's teasing smirk, Porsha let that annoyance slip away as she offered a sheepish smile.
"Come on Ash," Meena playfully chided, walking over to Porsha, her large hand finding purchase of the wolf's upper back, "I think it's cute. And it's nice to know that Miss Lane isn't totally…uh…"
Meena actually had to stop herself from finishing her sentence, namely because Porsha, who picked up on what the pachyderm was getting at, sent her a cautionary glare.
"Uh, nevermind," she said with a nervous chuckle.
"But, anyway Porsha, you guys must be pretty close."
"Yeah," the wolf responded with a shrug, "Suki's kinda been like my mom since I was little."
"What about your actual mom?" Ash inquired nonchalantly, only for the porcupine to almost immediately regretting her question as she saw Porsha's face seem to fall into one of heartbreak. Even Meena's kind smile seemed to fall when she noticed Porsha's expression.
"She…didn't really stick around," Porsha finally answered after a long minute of silence. Sadly, that wasn't true at all. Her mother had been murdered and the killer, who had never been found, left a parting gift behind for the police to mock them.
"I'm…I'm sorry Porsha," Meena began in a soft whisper, the large mammal feeling very sheepish at the momen, only to feel Porsha place a tender hand on her shoulder, the larger teen relaxing some upon seeing the sad smile on Porsha's face.
"It's okay, Meena," she responded, "you didn't know. Besides, I was really little, so I don't really have that many memories of her." But she wished she did.
"How little?" Ash asked, hoping to learn a little bit more about Porsha's past. It was at that moment that Porsha realized that the two were looking at her with a concerned expression. But, in Porsha's mind, the paranoia changed the concern into an emotion she did not like…Pity. And she did not want anyone's pity, especially the people she would be performing with.
"It doesn't matter," she responded, her smile still there, but much smaller than before as she decided to end the conversation there, the wolf turning to go back to rehearse her part with Rosita for another thirty minutes before the mother pig decided that that would be enough for now
As Porsha walked down the hall that led past the rehearsal spaces reserved for dancers, her mind focused a getting some homemade ice-cream that an elephant vender sold in the outdoor rest area. But, as she looked around and noticed several of the prop and costume designers at work, her attention landed squarely on a sparkling, purple, pink and white sequin space suit, the tall, slim design a clear sign that it was meant for her. But, this just only mad her guilt over getting the role meant for Rosita grow even more. Porsha was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she barely noticed the door to one of the dance spaces swing open, causing her to let out a surprised yelp.
"OH, SORRY ABOUT THAT!" A light, masculine voice sounded, causing Porsha's wide eyes to slowly focus on the talk, muscular form before her. The fit frame, clothed in a white t-shirt, blue exercise pants and a pair of sneakers, was covered in orange and white fur, the fur accentuated with black stripes making it clear to Porsha that she was looking at a tiger. A very HANDSOME tiger at that.
"N-no, it's okay," Porsha stammered, her eyes still locked on the strong, handsome features of the tiger's face, "I wasn't watching where I was going."
At that moment, after scrunching his face in concentration, the tiger began to display a look of recognition.
"Porsha?" he asked skeptically, his inquiry causing Porsha to stiffen, but at the same time relax as the wolf herself seemed to notice something vaguely familiar about the tiger before.
"Ryan?" she responded tentatively, reaching hand up to tenderly trace her fingers on the surprisingly soft fur of his cheek, the tiger immediately offering a slow nod in confirmation. And at that moment, any nervousness that the duo had instantly melted away as they both let out exuberant shouts of ecstasy, the tiger immediately pulling the wolf close, Porsha tightly wrapping her arms around Ryan's thick neck, the tiger lifting her off her feet as he twirled her around, the two performers mirthful laughs causing some of the other occupants in the room to look at the display, either in confusion, or playful teasing.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" Ryan exclaimed as he set Porsha down, the latter stepping away, placing a hand over her chest to steady her beating heart.
"I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU SINCE…"
"THIRD GRADE!" they both finished at the same time, immediately letting out a laugh at having finished the same thought, as Porsha openly observed.
"And we're still finishing each other's…"
"SENTENCES!"
"Jeez Porsh, I mean, LOOK AT YOU!" Ryan exclaimed as he gestured towards Porsha's body, the tiger finding it hard to believe that this grown wolf was his childhood friend.
"LOOK AT YOU!" Porsha responded with the same gesture, resulting in another laugh. But unfortunately, the revelry was cut short as Ryan's face suddenly contorted into shocked recollection.
"Hey listen," he began, gently taking one of Porsha's hands into both of his larger ones, the action alone causing Porsha's fur to bristle at the contact, though Ryan didn't notice, "I only have five minutes for a break, but maybe you and I can meet up later and catch up. What d'ya say?"
Porsha just stood there, her eyes wide and her heart racing as she stared into his deep, mesmerizing green eyes. It was at that moment, Porsha realized that Ryan had grown so much since the last time he saw her. And the more she looked at him, the more she felt her legs go weak, her vision swim and her heart practically pounding out of her chest.
"S-sure," she stammered with a small laugh, "that sound great. I was going to get some ice-cream outside, but maybe later we can…"
"Oh yeah sure!" Ryan happily exclaimed, "and trust me, you'll love it. Alfonso makes the best ice-cream."
"Awesome…so I'll see you then."
"GREAT!" Ryan responded, clearly not noticing Porsha's enamored state of mind.
"I'll see ya later."
With that, Ryan went back into the rehearsal space, his movements watched closely by Porsha as she watched him rejoin his fellow dancers in stretching. And as she watched Ryan, she couldn't help but shivers as she saw that the tight-fitting t-shirt left little to the imagination as toned muscles, clearly from years of practice, flexed through the thin fabric. In fact, Porsha found herself having to leaning against a stack of containers as her knees grew weak, her teeth biting into her index finger to suppress a moan, and her other arm wrapped around her stomach as the offending organ seeming to be doing backflips. She hadn't felt like this around any men since her visit to Zootopia where she had her first time with Nick Wilde. Porsha was so wrapped up in her ogling that she barely noticed someone brush past her.
"Excuse me, sorry," the male mumbled in a quick apology, Porsha instantly recognizing the young Gorilla as the star for the "Planet of War," Johnny, the young primate making his way into the rehearsal space, only to instantly be reprimanded by the demanding choreographer, the large nosed Klaus Kickenklober. But, while she would rather stay and watch, Porsha decided to continue on her way, a small trace of smile still on her lips as thought of her striped friend.
Maybe this won't be so bad, she thought to herself as she stepped out into the warm sun.
Unfortunately for Buster, his day was about to go from bad to worse. But he couldn't have known that as he acceded to the top floor of Crystal Towers, his only other companion in the elevator being the staunch saluki talent scout, her attention more on tablet in her hands than on the koala by her side. But much to her chagrin, said koala decided to strike up a conversation.
"So, Suki," he began in a lackadaisical sense, his clumsy attempts at coming off chummy causing the dog beside him to roll her eyes, "I couldn't help but notice that you and Porsha seem pretty close."
"Mr. Moon," Suki immediately responded in her usually bored way, "My relationship with Porsha is not a priority right now, so please…"
"No," Buster interrupted a bit more firmly, catching the saluki by surprise as she looked down at the koala with an inquisitive look, a look slowly turning to surprise at the steadfast expression on the diminutive show-marsupial's face.
"Stop right there. I'm saying this because…I'm concerned about her."
Suki stilled at this. In truth, she was hoping that she was the only one who would have to deal with what was happening with Porsha alone. But the koala proved himself to be far more observant than she had initially thought. And upon seeing that he had the taller female's attention, Buster spoke again before he could lose his nerve, especially with he thought of potentially offending the woman who could have his show unplugged with just a whisper to her boss in his mind.
"I'm not as oblivious as you might think. I've seen how submissive Porsha is, especially round her father. She's very tentative, shy, barely says anything when she's not rehearsing. And whenever I stop her for notes, she flinches, almost as if she's bracing herself to be scolded. Suki…does Mr. Crystal ever…?"
"I am not at liberty to discuss how my employer raises his child, Mr. Moon," Suki abruptly interrupted through clenched teeth, her face tense, her eyes glaring into his very soul. But even then, Buster was not deterred.
"Really," he said in an almost accusing manner, "because it seems to me that you've been doing a lot of the raising."
The elevator abruptly stopped, Buster thrown off balance, the small koala throwing his hands out to keep from face-planting on the floor. Looking up at the saluki, Buster saw her hand placed firmly on the emergency stop button, her gaze solely on the control panel as she, to Buster's surprise shook, her head slowly lowering until she was looking at the floor. Well, would be looking at the floor if her eyes weren't clenched shut. And Buster couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw a thin line of tears seeping from under Suki's eyelids.
"Porsha," she began in shaky whisper, "needs a mother. Her own mother was taken from her at a young age. Her leaving this world set something off in Mr. Crystal. He just didn't care. He threw himself into his work, never taking time for Porsha. She was only four."
Buster stilled at this, not sure how to process this knowledge. Porsha, such a sweet, innocent girl, practically alone without her mother, and figuratively put aside by her father, having to rely on someone who was not of blood relation since she was four? Buster didn't know why, but he felt a deep anger building up in him. And if he knew he could get away with it without serious, shall we say, "bodily injury," he would give Jimmy a piece of his mind.
"Luckily," Suki continued, pulling Buster out of his thoughts, who looked up just in time to see Suki turning her tear-filled gaze to Buster, a sad smile on her lips, "I had started working for Mr. Crystal two years before Porsha was born. True, I was his talent scout, but I think he also kept me around after his wife's passing as a nanny after seeing how well I interacted with Porsha. But you were on the right track. Mr. Crystal has neglected Porsha, demeaned her, unjustly chastised her, and I can never confirm this, but I believe he's also…"
Buster watched with sadness in his eyes as Suki choked back a sob, the saluki removing her glasses as she placed the back of her hand against her eyes to try to hold back the flood, which she managed to do with some success.
"Hi-…hit her. She's not even my daughter, but I still feel like I've failed as a mother!"
Buster felt a wide range of emotions boil in him, sadness, confusion, empathy, but above all…anger, only that last one was even more intense than it was a few seconds ago. But he would have to keep these emotions in check. Right, Suki, who had fallen to her knees as she cried into her hands, her loud sobs amplified by the enclosed space, needed to know someone was there. And the moment she felt a tiny hand touch her arm, the canine talent scout looked to Buster, who offered a caring smile.
"You haven't failed Suki," he softly said.
"From what you've told me, you've been more of a parent to Porsha than her own ever were. You've given her all the love and encouragement she needs. And believe me, she wouldn't call you 'Momma' if she didn't mean it. Buck up, you're doing great."
And what happened next Buster wasn't prepared for. Suki, in a moment of sheer gratitude, pulled the koala into a bone crushing hug, the smaller male letting out a slight gasp of discomfort as he literally had the wind knocked out of him by the force given in that one embrace.
"Thank you," Suki whispered, the two staying in that embrace for a solid minute before Suki, after taking that time to recompose herself, restarted the elevator, the two only having been five floors from their destination. And as the two walked to the massive double doors at the end of the long hallway, Buster deiced to put his idea into motion just as Suki reached for the handle.
"You know, you should swing by more often. I'm sure Porsha would appreciate it."
And with that, Buster made his way into Jimmy's office, leaving Suki alone with her thoughts…and tablet. And as she walked back to the elevator, the saluki began swiping through some old photos, namely photos of her and Porsha, from the time she took a five-year-old pup to her favorite ice-cream parlor, to a recent selfie from when the two went to see the latest blockbuster together. She even found one where she was making out with Porsha, both necked in the shower. But then, she stumbled upon another picture, of a younger Suki, with a bedridden pup…
And one thing was for sure, it was one of Suki's most cherished memories.
"It's about time you got here," Jimmy groggily grumbled to Suki in mild agitation, the saluki's eyes, framed by the thick black glasses perched on her nose, looking at the wolf, dressed in his black robe with gold trim, with great concern as he shut the door behind the saluki, who, given the sudden call she received at one in the morning, was dressed in blue fleece pajama pants, a black tank top and red robe and a pair of tennis shoes. And being called on such short notice, Suki didn't have time to brush her long hair, which stopped at the middle of her back, instead opting to hastily tie it in a messy ponytail.
"Porsha's been up since ten coughing and hacking," Jimmy complained, leading Suki up the stairs of the foyer of his mansion to the door that led to his nine-year-old daughter's room. And given the fact that the door frame was accented by multicolored lightbulbs, it was hard to miss.
"Look," Jimmy continued, cutting right to the chase, "I have a meeting in the morning, so I need to sleep. And I can't get any sleep if I'm taking care of Porsha. So, I need you to watch her. Can ya handle that?"
And while Suki was a bit unnerved that Jimmy would rather put business before the well-being of his own daughter, Suki knew better than to refuse. And so, with a curt nod, she responded.
"Yes sir."
"Good, medicine's in the cabinet in the bathroom."
And with that, Jimmy left for his bedroom adjacent to Porsha's, leaving Suki alone in front of the brightly lit door. And on the other side, the saluki could definitely hear the tell-tale sound of little pup stricken with a bad cold, as evident by the coughing and wheezing that came from the other side. And so, steeling herself, Suki opened the door as quietly as she could, peaking into the room to find Porsha, her blankets kicked off of her as the nine-year-old curled in on herself. But she must have heard the door open, because just as Suki closed the door behind her, Porsha brought her head up from her pillow, her eyes squinting in the dark to make out who it was.
"Daddy?" she called in weak, and almost frightened voice. And to hear Porsha in such a state broke Suki's heart.
"No sweetie," she responded as she quickly made her way to the bed, sitting on the edge as soon as she reached it, "it's just me."
"Miss Suki? Where's Daddy?"
That question alone not only made Suki's heart ache for the pup before her, but also made it harden toward her boss. But, for now, her main concern was looking after the sick pup.
"Daddy's in bed sweetie," she said, immediately noticing the hurt in Porsha's eyes. "But, he wants to make sure you are feeling better as fast as possible. That's why he called me."
And while the pup had an inkling that Suki was just telling her this to spare her feeling's Porsha couldn't really respond as she was plagued with another coughing fit. Thinking quickly, Suki ran to the bathroom in the corner of Porsha's room, immediately feeling a cup by the sink with water. And before returning to the bedroom, Suki quickly rummaged through the medicine cabinet, immediately finding a bottle of kid's cough syrup. And throughout the night, Suki tended to Porsha, making sure she took the cough syrup, drank plenty of water, and got as much sleep as possible. Suki was even surprised when Porsha made a somewhat personal request.
"Miss Suki…can you cuddle with me?"
At first shocked, Suki couldn't help but let a soft smile form on her muzzle.
"Of course, sweetie."
And Suki couldn't be sure, but she could have sworn that the moment Porsha wrapped her small arms around her waist and snuggled her head into her chest that the pup just almost instantly clocked out. And it wasn't until some five minutes later that Suki found herself drifting into a peaceful sleep, the weight of the young pup in her lap a welcome comfort to her.
"I love you so much, Baby Girl," she whispered to herself, her fingers gingerly trace the screen of her tablet as a loving smile spread across her lips. Unfortunately, Suki was pulled form her thoughts at the sound of a commotion from down the hall, the rageful bellows of her boss reaching her ears as she flinched in slight anxiety. And the moment a terrified buster barreled out of the office and down the hall, the koala immediately bolting into he elevator, his small hand frantically pressing the button for the doors to close, his gaze instantly meeting a worried Suki's, who managed to speak before the doors closed.
"Tell Porsha I'll be there as much as I can."
As Suki looked back at her tablet, she heard her boss call for her. The saluki hurried inside, and froze at seeing Jimmy Crystal with his pants unzipped and his dick at full mast. Suki knew what he wanted from her.
She walked over to his desk and pulled up the back of her dress. Suki felt cold as Jimmy thrusted himself inside of her, but she was use to this kind of treatment from him. After about ten minutes, the white wolf came and pulled. "Thank you, Suki," he said with a dirty smile before giving her bare ass a hard slap.
Suki walked out of the room with tears in her eyes. She missed Nick, but knew that seeing him again might put Porsha in danger from Jimmy's anger. So, the only thing the saluki could do was endure her boss's abuse.
So much so that she took notice of the latest headline on Hot News;
Living History in Jasper, Canada: Frozen Mammals Miraculously Survive Deep Freeze.
Unfortunately for a certain water deer and her underlings, their master, although satisfied with heir discovery, was not too thrilled with the fact that Jade Tusk had only managed to get a flask of the substance he desired. And the headlines he read did not help his mood either. But, instead of punishing Jade Tusk, or any of the others, the colossal reptile, who stood at a mountainous ten feet, easily towering over all others around him, decided to make an example out of the one who had unwittingly led the intruders to the cavern.
Huifang.
But the message sent was one that either invited hardship…or pleasure.
And lucky for Huifang, she loved being used as a cock sleeve, the slutty doe screaming her lungs out in ecstasy as the massive, muscular green dragon half of a monstrous two-foot-long, eight-inch-wide reptilian cock within her tiny-by-comparison pussy, ruthlessly pummeling her with his humongous cock with a sickening squelching sound as Huifang's flat, toned belly bulged out from the onslaught, all while her gravity-defying d-cup tits bounced withe each thrust. And as he did so, Huifang was able to regain some of her bearings as she noticed that Shendu was literally using her as a toy, wrapping a single, massive, clawed hand completely around her middle so as to move her along his cock as her feet dangled a good foot and a half off the ground.
"YES LORD SHENDU!" she practically screamed, rubbing both of her hands along her tummy bulge, "USE ME AS YOUR FLESH LIGHT!"
And as Shendu heard this, he picked up the pace on his thrusting, quickly grabbing onto Huifang's waist with his other hand, pulling her back as he thrust forward, punching deeper into her womb, causing Huifang's eyes to roll completely into the back of her head. The euphoric doe couldn't even scream as her small cunt was stretched wider than it was meant to be, her mouth hung open in a silent groan as her eyes rolled back into her head.
And as this went on, all Jade Tusk and the other does could do was look on in either horror, disgust, or to for a few does, utter arousal, some even going as far as to let their coveralls drop to their ankles, vigorously fingering themselves to the threat issued to them…
If any of them should fail Shendu again, they would become concubines in his ever-growing harem.
"Yes," Shendu groaned as he began to move the catatonic doe up and down his cock, her bulge shrinking and growing as the massive dragon practically used her to stroke himself. As for Jade Tusk and the others, the sight of the dragon's slow thrusts picking up tempo was a sign he was close to climax.
"Yessss," he hissed in satisfaction, "Truly delectable."
Staring at the doe in his grasp, her eyes still rolled back from the onslaught, Shendu allowed his devious smirk to grown even wider, the dragon now wanting to see how feeling a familiar aching in his loins.
"Here you go, Sweet Huifang," Shendu moaned with a dementated smirk, his thrusts getting more powerful, until finally, he reached his end. And to his satisfaction, the other does' eyes widened in terror as they watched the tubular bulge disappear, with only the sight of Huifang's stomach swelling larger and larger due to the seemingly endless amounts of cum being dumped into her womb by Shendu. And by the time the green dragon had finished and pulled out of Huifang's now gaping cunt, the doe looked as if she was about to give birth to quadruplets.
"Now," Shendu said with a satisfied chuckle, the dragon causally letting the spent, fucked stupid Huifang drop to the floor, the doe landing on her back in such a way that her legs were spread wide open, allowing the others to see the seemingly endless flow of jizz escaping her pussy.
"Let this be a lesson to those who do not want to be like Huifang; give me the results I want, and everyone is happy."
As he said this, Shendu, with a faux smile of complacence, stood before the other does, the ones who had been masturbating to the sight of him fucking Huifang actually showing fear as they clumsily stood to their feet. But, the moment he was in front of Jade Tusk, Shendu, his smile turning into a snarling frown as he forcefully grabbed hold of Jade Tusk's shoulder, pulling her forward so that his already eye-level cock was pressed against her face and chest, smearing his and Huifang's combined juices all over her neat suit and face.
"Fail me, and you'll be breeders for my army!"
"We will not fail you again, Lord Shendu," Jade Tusk whimpered, only letting a breath she did not she had been holding come out as the dragon released her.
"See to it you don't…NOW GET OUT!"
With that, Jade Tusk and the others, a couple taking the time to get Huifang out as well, left Shendu's private chambers, leaving the horny dragon alone to plot his next move.
"This will make things difficult," he said to himself, a deep frown on his face. But soon, the frown disappeared as he was struck with a new idea.
"But not impossible…for now, I must bide my time."