Birthday Request for Dax0042.
If Diane had to guess when her troubles started, it pretty much started when the Bad Guys turned good were released from prison.
Ever since the Bad Guys had been released from prison, they did all they could to make sure they didn't relapse. Though sometimes, it was easier said than done. Every now and again someone would slip up. Shark was booked once for dressing up as a woman to get free drinks at a bar on ladies night and had been fined for causing a panic at the beach. Webbs had been busted for accidentally, yes ACCIDENTALLY hacking a government website. And Snake, well let's just say the reptile still had a sticky tail.
Yep, old habits die hard, as they say.
But, it was never anything too serious, save for Webbs. But, it was actually through the short-stack biped spider's little incident that Governor Diane Foxington had come up with an idea. Rather than make the Bad Guys repress their urges, which would only lead to more relapses, why not take a page from the disgraced Professor Marmalade's book and use their skills for the GREATER good, and not the good of one demented guinea pig. She had even contacted some government agencies to see if they might consider recruiting the Bad Guys into some convert operations. And before they knew it, the fearsome fivesome found themselves being recruited by the FBI, CIA, even INTERPOL for a slew of different heists and sting operations around the world.
But one such heist was going to be ESPECIALLY tricky.
The Mission:
A group of rogue CIA agents had ripped off one of the biggest entertainment companies in Redshore City, New Jersey…Crystal Entertainment, transferring a eight figure sum of money to a flash drive that was enroute to the buyer. Luckily, an informant of Diane had tipped her and the Agency off to the theft.
In no time flat the gang was back together.
The Objective: Retrieve the Flash Drive.
In the end, everyone played their part beautifully;
Snake scoped out the scene, finding the best entry point.
Piranha incapacitated one of the members.
Shark, the master of disguise, infiltrated the group as said member.
Webbs hacked into the GPS of one of their vehicles to steer them towards a waiting Wolf and Diane, who would be waiting with a huge force of CIA operatives.
In short, things were going great…
Until the rogue agents pulled out a nasty surprise in the form of a hostage, the daughter of the head of Crystal Entertainment…
Porsha Crystal.
Diane and Wolf knew the moment they saw the crying wolf they couldn't risk a firefight, lest Porsha be seriously injured, or worse. Fortunately, Snake, who had gone unseen, sank his fangs into the leg of the agent holding Porsha hostage. Unfortunately, while his actions succeeded in forcing the assailant to pull his gun away from Porsha's head…
His finger was still on the trigger.
And the only thing Diane could register from the moment the bang hit her ears was the sight of Wolf dropping to the ground like a marionette cut from its strings.
When Wolf had come to, Diane and his friends were right by his side. And She didn't know why, but seeing wolf look at her with such intensity that he never showed his friends just stirred something in her, something she couldn't quite place.
And it wasn't until later that she realized the truth…
She had fallen for him.
But, in the end, she found herself updating Wolf on the outcome of their little sting operation;
Porsha was rescued unharmed, a few non-critical injuries for the CIA, the rogue agents, who were ten in numbers were now less, with three dead, five wounded and captured, and the other two long gone. Luckily, the flash drive was recovered, with a very generous reward given to the Bad Guys by James Crystal himself.
And needless to say, Diane used her cut to throw her friends one of the biggest parties in LA history.
And now here she was, in the ballroom of one of the most glamorous hotels' in L.A., wearing her favorite dark pink dress, the same kind as she wore at the golden Dolphin Ceremony a year earlier. But the more she kept to herself, the more she had time to think about a certain canine, who had slipped away from the festivities, much to Diane's annoyance as she wanted to confess her feelings in private.
She was almost ready to go look for Wolf when all of a sudden Diane felt as if her other senses left her, save for her hearing and frighteningly blurring vision as a low, melodic whistle entered her ears, almost as if it were putting her in a hypnotic trance. In fact, Diane soon found herself becoming dizzy, focusing her eyes on the tiled floor to regain her bearings. But the moment she turned her head in the direction she thought the whistle was coming from, her eyes caught immaculately shined oxfords.
Slowly finding her senses returning, Diane's gaze travelled up black trousers that blended perfectly with the matching jacket, with the only splash of color in the attire being a blood red tie over a black dress shirt. But one thing that Diane noticed about this stranger, a devilishly handsome wolf, was his eyes, bordered by a dark grey "mask" of fur that added to the air of mystery, his iris the same blood red as his tie, and sclera as black as the rest of his attire.
And Diane soon found herself becoming lost in the seemingly hypnotic gaze. And it was only when she felt this mysterious wolf take her hand that she began to register that he was speaking to her.
"I'm s-sorry sir, what were you saying?" she stammered with a nervous chuckle, a deep blush bleeding through
"I was asking you…" the wolf began in a very deep, velvety voice, laced with a what Diane could only describe as a Spanish accent.
"If you would like to dance, Mis Amore?"
The rest of it was a blur to Diane. She didn't even remember saying yes, or even dancing for that matter. The next thing she remembered was that she was being dipped by the dashing stranger, the crowd applauding around them at the display. But, the one thing that Diane was able to catch out of the corner of her eye through the crowd was Wolf, sitting at the bar, glaring menacingly at the canine who had her in this compromising position. But before she could even register what was happening, she was back on her feet, receiving praise from the crowd along with her dance partner.
"I must say, Diane," the wolf growled in a low, sultry voice, making Diane shiver despite herself, "your body know what it wants."
Diane looked to the wolf in shock, almost incensed at the inuendo. But before she could even protest, the wolf had once again grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips as he kissed the back. But, when he pulled away, Diane had noticed that he had slipped something into her hand. Looking at the object, she was confused to see a folded piece of paper. But what confused her even more was that the paper had some weight, like it was concealing something.
Moving to a more secluded area of the ballroom, Diane unfolded the paper, finding to her surprise a beautiful diamond necklace; a silver chain boasting a stunning red ruby that seemed to gleam even out of the light. And Diane couldn't be sure, but she could have sworn she felt a great warmth in her the more she stared at it. But she managed to pull her attention away from the gem when she noticed that there was a brief note on the paper, written in perfect cursive;
Meet me in room 13 on the 13th floor.
Diane was confused. Although viewing herself as a rational thinker, she knew that hotel staff anywhere were rather superstitious, often avoiding rooms with the number 13, and just the same with floor numbers in order to avoid the "bad luck" associated with said number. And this hotel she knew for a fact was no different. But her curiosity had been peeked.
Sneaking away from the ballroom, taking extra care to avoid Wolf's attention, Diane made her way to the lobby. Once there, she barely noticed one of the elevator doors close. Making her way over to the door, she pressed the button that would take her up to what supposedly would be the non-existent thirteenth floor. But the moment she stepped in; her eyes laid upon a button she knew should not be there;
13, in the same perfect cursive as the note…and it was glowing a deep crimson red.
Hesitantly, Diane pushed the button. But to her surprise she didn't even feel the elevator move when the doors suddenly reopened into a hallway that she could tell was not like the others in the hotel; black walls dimly lit by luminescent red lights, the overall scene having a hellish effect to it. But even so, Diane pushed through whatever fear she had as she stepped out of the elevator, which closed behind her.
Slowly, carefully, Diane made her way down the hall, glancing at each door that was on either side of her. But the moment she chanced a glance ahead of her, she saw a pair of double doors at the end of the foreboding hallway. And it was only when she reached them that she knew she was at her destination, as apparent by the gold numbers 1 and 3 respectively on each door.
Steeling herself, Diane raised her fist to knock.
Until…
"Welcome."
In a stunning moment that Diane could comprehend, she was on the other side of the double doors just as her fist came forward, hitting nothing but air. But, after recovering from the shock, Diane took a moment to study her new surroundings. And to her surprise, she felt a little more at ease with the more brightly colored room; chalk colored walls, accented with gleaming gold trim. Against one wall stood a mahogany vanity, and at the center, a large king bed.
POP!
Diane flinched as she looked to the other side of the bed, finding the strange wolf, his jacket long since discarded and his red tie loosened around his neck, pouring two glasses of champagne, the canine offering the first to Diane.
"Champagne?" he offered, though merely chuckled when he correctly guessed that Diane's hard glare was equivalent to a hard pass.
"What do you want?" Diane finally asked.
"No, Zorra, the question is what do you want?" he said as he downed the rejected glass.
"What do you mean 'what do I want?!'" Diane growled, already growing agitated by this wolf's arrogance.
"You're the one who invited me up here!"
"Yes," the wolf laughed again as he stepped towards Diane, who instinctively took a step back, "because I know you and your needs."
"You don't know me," Diane countered in a low warning.
The wolf chuckled lowly.
"I know everything about you…especially your courtships with me as the Crimson Paw."
"What do you mean?" Diane asked indignantly, her eyes never once leaving this mysterious wolf as he walked around her, occasional tracing a finger between her shoulders, which Diane was embarrassed to admit sent a pleasurable chill down her spine.
"Every close call, every missed shot, every dodge of a blade…you tasted me on your tongue without even realizing it. But don't worry, this next taste won't be THE last one…you fucking tease."
It was at that moment Diane came to the horrifying implication as she stared wide-eyed at the wolf.
"Y-You're…"
And with a smile, the wolf finished her thought.
"Diane Foxington…I am Death."
At that moment, Diane's heart dropped as her eyes went wide with fear.
"B-but that's impossible."
Death merely chuckled.
"Surely our mutual friend Mr. Davis, or rather Mr. O'BRIAN told you about me."
Diane, although scared, stood her ground, not caring that she was literally staring Death in the face even as he mentioned her friend.
"Must have slipped his mind," she tried to growl, only for it to come out a soft moan as she suddenly felt a deep burning sensation in her nether regions. Death merely smiled.
"Perhaps he was jealous of what I had to offer, as his wife may tell you."
At that, Death looked down at the necklace around Diane's neck.
"By the way…do you like your gift?" he cheekily inquired, once again circling Diane like a predator circling its prey.
"It's…lovely," Diane hesitated, failing to notice that the gem began to glow dimly.
"Good," Death said, "because that little necklace of yours is no normal trinket."
"What are talkiiing abooout," Diane slurred, her vision becoming blurry and her head becoming light as she stumbled towards the bed, all while Death watched with a wicked smile as he began to slowly remove his clothes as he spoke.
"That necklace has a name you know…the Heart of Death."
Diane briefly came to her senses, her eyes going wide as she reeled around, only to find to her shock, and shameful arousal, that Death was now completely bear, his lean but muscular frame exposed to the elements…as well as a huge, pulsing sixteen inch cock, thrice as thick as her forearm, and with a huge knot the size of a softball at the base, with two equally sized balls beneath. And as he walked towards her, the massive member bobbing with each step, he continued to explain while licking his lips.
"It means that whoever wears it is mine…in both mind and heart. And no matter how much you love Mason Canis, you will always belong to me. And if you resist…"
Death paused briefly as he took a firm hold of Diane's hips, bringing the once again inhibited fox closer until his cock rubbed between her thighs, eliciting a loud moan from Diane.
"Well, your body speaks the truth when your mouth doesn't. Though I didn't even have to put on Terra O'Brian for her to let me fuck her brains out."
"W-well," Diane stammered, her sudden fog clouding her judgement, as well as her reflexes as the naked wolf stepped towards her, "if y-y-you think t-that I'm letting-g you d-do t-that, th-then you got an-nother thing c-coming mist-ACK!"
Before Diane could finish, she was silenced by Death as he rammed his tongue passed her lips and teeth, moaning loudly as he began to dominate her delicious mouth. While this oral assault happened, Diane, her unfocused eyes now wide open in shock, could feel Death grinding his hardening cock between her legs and against her crotch, the wolf feeling her aroused sex seeping through her panties and dress as she soon found herself moaning into his mouth. Death, of course, was greatly turned on by the fact that the sexy vixen was now succumbing to his whim, her eyes even starting to grow a light shade of pink as she gave into her lust. And the feeling of a prominent bulge pressing against her crotch only added to the excitement, the vixen even squeezing the now fully erect cock between her thighs. Pulling out of the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their mouths, Diane moaned loudly.
"Tell me the truth, Zorra," Death growled as he grabbed the back of Diane's head, yanking it back so that she could look directly into his hypnotic eyes.
"How much do you need this?"
"PLEASE, I NEED THIS SO FUCKING BAD!"
But, just as she was about to continue her hormonal onslaught, Death quickly pushed Diane away, shoving her back on the bed, keeping a firm hand on her chest to keep her down before quickly and violently ripping off the bottom part of her dress, exposing her glistening sex to the world. Spreading her legs wide, Death knelt so that he was face to face with Diane's red panties, making good use if his teeth to rip them off as well before being presented with her aroused folds, fluids dripping thanks to his earlier stimulation. Bringing his head forward, Death proceeded to pleasure Diane by taking a long, slow, but still very forceful licks from the bottom of her slit to the top, eliciting load moans of pleasure from the aroused vixen, who could do nothing but writhe in pleasure as she was held down, her claws digging into the sheet as her brain went numb from the strong feeling. But eventually, Diane couldn't take it anymore and, with startling speed and strength, wrapped both her legs around Death neck, forcing his muzzle deeper into her sweet folds.
"MMPH!" Death grunted in surprise. Looking up at Daine with angry eyes, Death could see a look of deep, burning want on her face, combined with a tearful gaze as she hungrily ran her tongue over her teeth, a clear sign she was desperate for more. And when he saw this, Death, with a devious smile, grabbed Diane by both of her thighs, which seemed to confuse said vixen.
"Death, what are yoooOOOOAHHHHH FUUUUUUCK YEEEEEEEEEES!"
Before Diane had time to respond, Death abruptly stood up, his hands holding tightly to Diane's toned thighs, the latter's upper body being supported by the bed that creaked and groaned from the sudden movement. Before long, the room was filled with sounds of unaltered screams of pleasure as Death, who with great skill, violently tongue-fucked his foxy companions sweet passage, putting Diane in such of state of pleasure that she began to grope her concealed breasts, her fangs biting into her lower lip as she tried in vain to suppress her screams.
"OH FUCK YES!" Diane screamed as she finally ripped off the rest of her dress, her hands ripping away the red bra that exposed her luscious, gravity-defying d-cup tits, the sensitive nipples atop of them fully erect from the stimulation she was receiving. Not missing a beat, Diane began to mold and massage her breasts, tweaking the nipple on one as she sucked the other as Death continued to work on her slick opening, even using his power to make sure it punched deep into her womb. Withdrawing his tongue from the dripping snatch, Death began to nibble on Diane's swollen clitoris, an action that seemed to send her over the edge.
"DEATH, I'M-I'M GONNA...!" With just enough time to react, Death, pulling away from the sensitive clit, shot his tongue back into the juicy cavern as he latched his lips over Diane's quivering folds as she let loose a torrent of sweet nectar, which the experienced wolf managed to catch all of in his mouth as he continued to tongue-fuck her, swallowing with satisfying gulps as Diane began to calm down from her orgasmic high.
But Death was far from done.
Before Diane could even recover, Death had grabbed her form the bed, the vixen soon finding herself on her knees as Death smacked his god-like cock against her face. And to his utter arousal, Diane did not need to be told what to do as he let out a loud moan of pleasure as Diane began to expertly run her rough tongue up and down the length of Death's member.
"You're a hungry little vixen aren't you," he said with a lustful growl, only to let out another loud moan as Diane, after bringing her mouth to the tapered tip of Death's penis, expertly took the impressive member all the way down to the knot, causing Death's muscles to tense up in ecstasy. Before long, Death could feel the immense pleasure of his sexy lover deepthroating his member, her throat bulging out from the intrusion. But, as he observed, she seemed to be going at a relatively slow pace, almost as if she was savoring the moment.
"Oh," Death began with a lustful growl, placing both of his hands on Diane's head, "I don't think so."
Before Diane could even react, Death began to rapidly thrust his member deep into her mouth and throat, the sudden onslaught causing Diane to moan and gag on the wolf's member, tears running down her face as he slammed his knot against her lips with each thrust. Death, on the other hand was on cloud nine, his loud panting and groaning a clear indication he was enjoying his perverted assault on his partner. But, after a few minutes, a familiar pressure began to fill his loins.
"FUCK!" Death yelled as with one more final, powerful thrust, managed to pop his knot into a shocked Diane's mouth. But as he looked down at the fox, Death found she looked rather funny with his knot puffing out her cheeks out like a chipmunk, her eyes having rolled into the back of her head from the pleasure. And after a few more hard thrusts, Diane felt herself blacking out, not just from the lack of air, but the numbing feeling on Death's warm sperm spurting from his throbbing member down her throat and into her stomach, which seemed to swell a bit from the excess seed being pumped into it, sending said vixen into a state of euphoria. After about ten seconds, Death finally withdrew from Diane's mouth with a pop, a few spurts of cum escaping his dick with such force that they shot out of Diane's nose onto his pelvis, several small strings of semen connecting her mouth with the head of his penis. Looking down to the dazed vixen, Death knew that there was still more fun to be hand.
"We're not done yet, Zorra," Death panted out with a sly smirk as he forced Diane to her feet, which were a bit unsteady thanks to the heels that were still present.
And before long Diane was screaming her lungs out.
"AH AH FUCK YES!"
Diane's screams of pleasure echoed through the room as Death hooked his arms beneath her knees, his hand clasped behind her head in a full-nelson as he thrusted his cock into her dripping twat, a large tubular bulge appearing on the vixen's stomach as her eyes rolled into the back of her head in pure pleasure as Death's dick punched through her cervix and into her womb each time.
"You like my huge cock, don't you Diane? Tell me how much you can't get enough of it!" Death practically growled as he smirked deviously at the horny vixen, said vixen's mouth wide open as a series of grunts and groans escaped her throat, her busty tits slapping against her upper stomach with each thrust. Shaking some of the pure lust from her head, Diane turned her head to look at Death.
"I LOVE YOUR HUGE COCK, DEATH! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT!" she responded as the immortal wolf kept rearranging her guts with the cock that throbbed violently in her abused cunt.
"Shit, I'm cumming," Death moaned.
At that moment, Diane let out a loud moan of euphoria as she suddenly felt Death's cock rotate inside of her, soon finding herself on her back as the horny wolf relished her in her curvy, busty glory. And upon noticing the big tits on the vixen's chest, Death licked her lips hungrily as quickly pulled out of Diane with a loud SLURP! Stradling her stomach, placing his cock between the soft globes. And as the soft fur of Diane's tits massaged his rod, Death brought Diane's head forward, resting the tip against her lips before shoving five inches into the warm cavern, allowing the wolf to experience a good blowjob with his titfuck.
But soon, Death felt his release coming again. And after one more stroke with Diane's tits, moved himself back between the vixen's legs, lining the huge phallus with his dripping pussy once more, slamming every inch of his cock back into her, the first ten inches going in with relative ease, while the fat, meaty knot slapping against her pussy lips, the vixen letting out loud moans as she felt her pussy get stretched wide open by hung wolf, that same large, tubular bulge forming around her stomach with each thrust, the females' tits bouncing around erratically.
"Get ready, Zorra," Death moaned with a dementated smirk, his thrusts getting more powerful, a sign to both Diane that he was getting close to cumming again. And after several harder thrusts, Death's knot disappears inside of Diane with aloud, wet squelching sound, the tubular bulge now joined by two round protrusions. But it didn't stop there, for soon Diane was screaming without abandon as Death tugged at her pussy, his knot being forced out with a loud pop, only to be thrust in again, and out, and in, and so on. And after good twenty seconds of knot-fucking, Death hilted inside of Diane one more time, his bulge soon disappearing as Diane's stomach began swelling larger and larger due to the seemingly endless amounts of cum being dumped into her womb, combined with what had been pumped into her stomach. And by the time Death was finished, the vixen looked as if she was about to give birth to twins.
"So much warm cummies…so full," Diane dumbly mumbled causing Death to chuckle as he pulled out of Diane's pussy, the excess cum inside immediately dripping out as he jerked a few more thick ropes over her face and chest before sitting on the bed.
"Let this be a reminder, Mis Cariño Zorra," he said, knowing full well that Diane could hear him.
"That no matter who you choose, you, and everyone else, will be mine in the end."
With that, Death stood from the bed, his and Diane's clothes vanishing from the floor in a puff of smoke before materializing on their bodies, leaving his new toy alone in the room, already fantasizing about the next time he would call on her.
Which he knew would be soon.
When Diane woke up, she found, to her surprise, that she was sitting in a booth in the ballroom, almost as if she had never left. She was beginning to think that she had passed out and that everything that had transpired was a dream…
Until she saw the necklace, glowing a deep red.
But she didn't have time to dwell on it any further when a voice called to her.
"Diane Foxington, as I live and breathe."
And when she turned to meet the owner of the voice, Diane felt a huge smile form on her muzzle when she laid eyes on the older grey wolf.
"Winston Lewis…it's been awhile."
Happy Birthday Dax!
