King Bear was walking down the hall long hallway leading to his private study in his home, the false assistant mayor of Jasper in a sort of daze as he moved as he clutched the morning paper in his hand, the usually light stack feeling much heavier in his hands as he stumbled into the study, shutting and locking the door behind him. And once he reached his desk, he slapped the paper on the hard surface.
CORRUPTION AND MURDER IN JASPER!
Those where the words were just the physical report of his crimes, the full scope of them being aired on T.V. just hours ago. And as his mind started to slowly come back to reality, he could here the faint sound of sirens growing louder and louder from outside.
"How the mighty have fallen," he said aloud to himself, chuckling at how ironic it was. The once great mob boss of Jasper was going to lose everything.
But as King Bear looked to the window that looked down on the courtyard in front of his house, he noticed what appeared to be a random piece of paper on the windowsill. But upon picking it up, he noticed it was photo paper.
And written in what was unmistakably his wife's hand-writing…
"I've taken Canue with me, you evil son of a bitch. But please accept this as my parting gift. For it is the last thing of beauty you will ever see."
And upon turning it over, King Bear's breath caught in his throat when he beheld the arousing image of his wife, completely void of clothing, with an equally nude female wolf sitting between her legs. It didn't take long for King Bear to recognize the still that had been used for the cover of Amelia Crystal's first porno with his wife. But at this moment, the only thing he could focus on was the fact that his own wife and daughter had abandoned him.
He was truly alone.
Outside of the O'Connor mansion, police cruisers pulled up everywhere, a media circus not to far behind, each try to get into position for a good scoop or shot. And as the media swarmed the area, the passenger door of the lead cruiser opened, with an official looking lynx stepping out, the obviously aging feline marching up to the mansions. This was the Jasper Crown Attorney, basically the Candaian version of a District Attorney, a stern look on his face as he marched his way up to Louis, who was flanked by two police officers who were on the scene before the others.
"Louis O'Loughlin?"
All Louis could do was offer a limp nod, his face trying not to display any discernible emotion, though if one looked closely, they could see a hint of fear.
"You are under arrest for aiding and abetting Alexander O'Connor in extortion, money laundering, sexual assault and murder. You need not say anything. You have nothing to hope from any promise or favor and nothing to fear from any threat, whether or not you say anything. Anything you say may be used as evidence. You have the right to retain and instruct counsel in private without delay. If you wish to contact any other lawyer, a telephone and a telephone book will be provided. If you are charged with an offence, you may also apply to Legal Aid for assistance. Do you understand?"
Now, Cain weren't there to see it, but he heard through the grapevine that Louis was sobbing like a little girl when they took him away. But for those who were there, they got a perfect view of Louis's face scrunching up as he began to cry, the adult male bear sobbing all the way to the police cruiser.
Once inside the police cruiser, Louis suddenly noticed that the two police officers in the front seat were none other than Raymond and Kevin, enforcers under the employment of Mr. Big. It seemed that the Tundra Town crime boss had some unfinished business with Louis.
King Bear, on the other hand…
He had no intentions of going quietly.
Looking out the window, King Bear briefly makes eye contact with eh crown attorney, a deep scowl on the feline's face as he and several officers march their way to house. Without a second thought, the urisne crime boss moved to his desk, opening one of the top drawers to reveal a revolver and a box of ammo. And not thirty seconds later, a hard pounding sounded from his locked door.
"Alexander O'Connor! Open up! We have a warrant for your arrest!"
King Bear doesn't respond as he merely dumped the entire box of bullets onto his desk, his large, shaking hands fumbling to grab any bullet that his fingers would grab as the sound of loud pounding continued. And outside of the office, one of the officers grabbing one of the frazzled wait staff, the poor young tigress scared out of her mind as the officer in question ordered her to open the door, the feline soon fumbling with a large key ring.
"I'm not sure which one it is," she whimpered, trying one key after another, each sliding into the keyhole…just like the bullets in King Bear's revolver. And with every key that was placed in the lock, King Bear slid another bullet into his revolver as his eyes remained riveted to the door. And just as he got the final bullet into the gun, the right key slammed home, in a span of a few seconds, King Bear was running every possible scenario in his head.
He contemplated shooting his way out. But he quickly came to the realization that too many officers stood in his way. And even if he wasn't killed in the process, he would still be captured and face trial for his crimes. And he knew that he most definitely would be found guilty and sent to a prison where he was as good as dead.
At this point, King Bear knew that no matter what he did, death was inevitable.
So, why not cut to the chase?
And so, with little to no thought or effort, King Bear leaned back in his chair, wasting no time in placing the pistol under his chin...until a hand grabbed his wrist.
"Oh no, no, no big guy…The boss has something else in mind for you."
And the moment the door flung open, the officers who burst into the office burst in were met with the shocking, though mostly confusing sight of an empty room.
The moment Dax made it to the hospital, he immediately went to the receptionist's desk, the silver wolf a little uneasy going alone after Richie had been called back to Jasper by Tony. It was only after Richie was underway that Dax learned that after his crimes were uncovered, King Bear was to be arrested, only to escape at the last minute. But he figured if anything else went down in Redshore, he could at least get in touch with Nick or Big Daddy who were still in the city. But for now, Dax was more focused on getting some damn service, what with the receptionist desk being vacant when he arrived. But in the next few seconds, he most definitely would have been thankful to have at least someone in the empty waiting room as a witness to his almost inevitable death.
"DAX!"
Turning to the voice behind him, Dax was shocked, and a bit nervous for both his and Sam's sake to see Terra rushing towards him, her eyes wide in worry, though Dax could definitely see there was also some…murderous intent. And this became very evident when the Texan found his head turned sharply to the right with a stinging cheek from where Terra had slapped it.
"You are both a couple of fucking idiots, you know that?!"
Dax knew that this treatment was well deserved, and he was willing to let Terra's Hispanic blood boil as she glared daggers at him.
"Terra…how did you…?" he began to ask while rubbing his still stinging cheek, only to be interrupted by Terra.
"Find out?! IT'S ALL OVER THE FUCKING NEWS!"
To show Dax she was serious, Terra fished her phone out of her pocket, pulling up a random news site to show him one of the leading headlines.
AUTHOR SAMUEL O'BRIAN CRITICALLY INJURED IN REDSHORE EXPLOSION!
"Both Anna and Liam have been able unable to sleep since they found out! Hell, Anna was beside herself! The moment I found out I had Sweets watch the kids and got on the first plane here. Because so help me God if he died, I would let Death fuck me in the ass again to bring him back just so I could kill him myself!"
At this point, Dax, whose face just had shame plastered all over it, knew there was nothing he could say or do that could make any of this better. But he did think of something that would at least let Terra know that she would not have to resort to such measures.
"It was Death who saved him."
Terra stilled at this, wondering if she had indeed heard Dax correctly, that Death, the immortal wolf who had come for her husband in the past, who she let defile her ass just to save him…had intervened in such a precarious moment in her husband's life.
"Hello, may I help you?"
Turning to the receptionist desk, the duo was met by a kindly looking pig receptionist, the lovely female porcine offering a kind smile that showed she had arrived at the ass-end of Terra's tirade. And luckily for Dax, the interruption ended up being a godsend as Terra immediately walked right up to the desk, her anger ebbing away as she spoke to the receptionist.
"Yes, we are here to see my husband…Samuel O'Brian?"
Typing away at her computer, the receptionist was able to quickly find Sam's file.
"Ah yes, here he is. OH! You are in luck, they just moved him from I.C.U. Up on the fourth floor, room 132."
"Okay, thank you," Terra said before she made a b-line for the elevator, Dax close behind. And once they got to the fourth floor, they immediately knew they needed a little more direction. Luckily, a certain dalmatian doctor was coming out of one of the rooms.
"Delilah!" Dax called, catching the doctor's attention, a bright smile forming on her face as she laid eyes on him.
"Oh, Mr. Sterling, hello," Delilah greeted with her charming British accent as she met Dax and Terra, "I trust you are here to see Mr. O'Brian?"
"Yes, we just need to find room 132."
"You're in luck, I was just on my way to change his charts, you can follow me."
"Thank you," Dax replied, he and Terra soon falling into step with Deliliah. But as they walked, Terra, and for that matter Dax, couldn't help but steal glances at the lovely dalmatian, a standard white coat over a set of teal scrubs, the top of witch hugging her figure well enough that they could see that the doctor had a nice set. But, they could dwell on that later.
"Tell me Doctor, how much has my husband's condition improved?" Terra inquired as they rounded a corner.
"Quite a bit actually. Despite suffering some very nasty scrapes and burns, as well as a concussion and collapsed lung, Mr. O'Brian has rebounded far faster than expected, we actually just took him off of his I.V. this morning, and his heart and lungs are looking quite remarkable as well, so much so that he was in no further need of a heart monitor or as well as the nasal canulla. If he continues to show this kind of promise over the next 48 hours, we might just release him in a couple days."
Looking to Dax, Terra felt a slight flutter when she saw the Texan send her a knowing smile, the female now believing what Dax said about Death sparing Sam. Unfortunately, the good feeling vanished the moment they arrived to room 132, the pair froze, Dax wrapping an arm around an emotional Terra's shoulder as they beheld Sam, dressed in a standard green hospital gown, sleeping on a hospital bed.
As the pair moved closer, they could see that the little burns that Sam had received had been treated, and the areas where the skin had been lacerated where stitched up, though there was probably a high chance that the scaring to follow would prevent the fur from completely growing back. But what really caught their attention…was the gem around his neck, similar to the one that Shira and Diego Longtooth had gifted little Matt Aldan before he went to Redshore for treatment. That, the two theorized, was also part of the reason Sam had rebounded as quickly as he had.
"He looks like shit," Dax huffed in a sad laugh, standing behind Terra as she sat on Sam's left, the Texan almost immediately receiving a rebuttal from a less-than-amused Terra from over her shoulder, unaware that their conversation was being listened in on by the injured wolf who was slowly regaining consciousness.
"Well, you take a blast like that and see how good you look."
"Probably an eyesight better than what he normally is."
Upon hearing the low, raspy voice, Dax and Terra turned their attention to the Irish-wolf, his eyes barely opened enough to see his wife and friend give a sort-of gasping laugh as they looked at him. Sam could only offer a weak laugh and a small smile, his body still hurting enough that he couldn't really do much of anything instead of lying there, and maybe moving his head. But as he looked up his wife and friend, Sam couldn't help but notice one other was missing.
"Where's Richie?" he inquired, Dax answering almost immediately.
"He had to go back to Jasper. Help them clean up and look for O'Connor."
"O'Connor?" Sam inquired, curious as to what Dax meant.
"He had a hand in Amelia Crystal's murder. They got a warrant for his arrest. That don't know how he did it…but he managed to give 'em the slip."
"But you have more pressing matters at hand," Terra added with a firm tone.
"Say, for example, your wife who is beyond pissed off!"
"I'll go find Delilah," Dax pitched in, nervously rubbing the back of his head as inched closer to the door "she'll need to call the morgue after Terra kills you."
With that, both husband and wife were left alone, the former actually feeling too ashamed to meet the latter's gaze, which seemed to be burning two holes into he side of his face. Finally, after just a hard minute of silence, Sam could only release a loud sigh at this news, his gaze once again on the ceiling.
"I'm sorry…for all of this. I never expected this to happen. You know me Terra, for years I thought I was one of the best, that I could come out of it on top like I always did. But this time was different."
"Cause you got your ass blown up?" Terra snidely responded as she looked upon her husband, his neutral expression and even voice showing Terra knew that he definitely felt guilty about putting herself and their children through all of this. And in the end, she knew that would be punishment enough.
"No," Sam replied, urning his head slightly to meet her gaze, "because I was so sure. That even though it's happened, it's still unbelievable…I don't know if I'll ever be sure of anything again."
Terra stared at her husband for a long moment, his gaze once again on the ceiling. Releasing a low sigh, Terra finally willed herself to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching over to pull Sam's face to meet hers as she offered a tender smile.
"Well," she began playfully, "one thing you can be sure of is the possibility of going home in worse shape than you are now when I'm thru with you."
Sam couldn't help but laugh with his wife, the two momentarily rubbing noses until Sam pulled away forlorn look on his face as he spoke again.
"That actually sounds like a good idea, love."
"What," Terra responded with a soft chuckle, "me beating the shit you?"
"No…I wanna go home, babe. I miss the kids."
Looking into each other's eyes, both Sam and Terra suddenly found themselves in a heated make out session, the auburn female having thrown herself at her husband, who didn't even offer a grunt of complaint when his still sore joints were jostled. But he was pulled from his aches by his wife's aggressive tongue, the female clearly releasing weeks of pent-up lust. And Sam wasn't about to stop her, despite the thought that since they were in a hospital. But that still didn't stop him from voicing his concerns between each hit from her lips and lash from her tongue.
"Babe…this is…still a hospital."
Terra paused briefly, Sam actually believing that he had convinced her to hold off on their lustful reunion. But that notion disappeared just as quickly as her white shirt, the lustful female wolf's busty tits dropping free with a satisfying bounce as she quickly grabbed her husband's wrist, placing the shocked male's hands onto her huge mommy milkers, his palms rubbing the erect nipples. But to Sam's utter surprise, and arousal, Terra proceeded to literally rip his hospital gown off of him, revealing to Terra that all of her husband's pride was out and ready.
"I have been without this cock for two weeks…and I am not waiting another minute," she growled, her libido getting the best of her as took a firm, yet gently hold of the cock she had missed so much, the female finding she still could barely wrap her whole hand around it, making her mouth water in anticipation. Before long, Terra started to ruinously jack off the huge cock in her grasp, the massive prick already spewing huge globs of pre with each stroke.
"Fuck babe," Sams wore as he felt Terra's incredibly soft hands take long, fast strokes on his tool making him moan as each huge glob of pre emerged from the tip, the clear fluid being lathered all over his cock as Terra rapidly jerked him off. But soon, Terra feels her mouth begin to water more as she looked at her favorite piece of meat. By this point, Terra was so horny that she began to enthusiastically circle her tongue around the cockhead, moaning at the salty taste she is experiencing. And as Terra's skilled tongue worked his shaft, Sam decided to return the favor. Terra even let out a startled scream as Sam immediately brought them in a 69 position. And Terra soon found herself only able to fervently stroke Sam's cock as he rips open her black leggings and begins to violently tongue-fuck her, his amazingly skilled tongue getting her pussy flowing like a tap.
"Si, mis amore, use your gifted tongue on me," she moaned hotly, her hand still working hard on the erect cock. Eventually, Terra regained her bearings enough to resume her oral treatment of Sam's cock, popping the head into her mouth with a wet slurp.
"OH MY!"
Both wolves froze in their actions, Sam's tongue stuck still stuck out to lick Terra's pussy, and Terra frozen with only four inched of cock in her mouth, their wide eyes looking to the door to the room only to find a shocked Delilah and a smirking Dax.
"Delilah," Sams aid with a nervous laugh, "this, uh, this isn't…"
"No, no, the door was closed! I should have knocked!" Delilah stammered, shielding her eyes with her clipboard, a deep crimson blush bleeding through her fur as she tried desperately to rid her mind of what she had just witnessed. But as she did, the dalmatian couldn't help but peak, her face going all red when she notice that Terra, despite being caught, continued to take more of her husband's cock into her mouth, the Irish-wolf himself soon finding the situation they were in arousing as well, the male slowly, but hesitantly taking long, slow licks of his wife's pussy, all while Delilah visibly shudders, the dalmatian lowering her clipboard to just in front of her crotch. And from where he was standing off to her side, Dax could see that Delilah was biting her bottom lip as she attempted to stealthily slip a hand down the front of her pants.
"Like what you see, Doc?" he said with a seductive smirk, his question pulling Delilah's gaze to him just in time to see him closing and locking the door behind her, the dalmatian feeling her heart beating a mile a minute as she watched the handsome Texan start to remove his shirt. And once he did, Delilah had to summon every ounce of willpower not to start running her drooling tongue over the chiseled lines of Dax's muscles.
"Mr. Sterling," Delilah finally managed to say, her heart beating faster and her eyes traveling to Dax's waist where the Texan was starting to unbuckle his belt.
"You know that I am a happily married woman."
"Well, what your hubby don't know won't hurt him," Dax said as he unbuttoned his pants, pinching the zipper before pulling it down. And before Deliliah knew, the strapping silver wolf had hooked his fingers in the waistband of his jeans and boxers, pulling them down to the middle of his thighs, which was just enough for him to expose his hard, throbbing cock to the shocked woman, the clipboard in her hand clattering to the floor as she gazed at the huge red rocket, almost as if in a hypnotic trance.
"Well," Deliliah responded with a timid smile, lightly licking her lips as she hesitantly began removing her white coat as she walked to Dax who growled lustfully as she pressed herself against him, her clothed tits pressing against his strong pecs as her half-lidded gaze fell on Dax's shaft, which she now began to slowly stroke, her whole frame shuddering at the feeling of power it had.
"I suppose it wouldn't hur-OH!"
In an instant, Delilah found her shirt pulled over her head, exposing to lovely orbs concealed by a black bra. But that was the least of her worries as she soon found herself on her knees, her nostrils almost immediately assaulted with the musky scent of Dax's tool as it lay across her muzzle. But as he looked down at the sexy dalmatian, who hesitantly began to stroke his cock right in front of her nose, Dax could see that her bra gave a tantalizing view of her busty cleavage.
"Show me what you can do with those tits, Doc," he said, briefly pulling Delilah's attention away from his dick to look in his eyes. And Dax couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw a playful smirk spread across Delilah's muzzle as took a firm hold of Dax's cock, raising her concealed bust over it just enough so that it could slide under her bra until she could feel the thick, throbbing meat between her tits, the tip pocking out of her cleavage enough to poke her chin.
"Fuck yeah, Doc. Mash my dock between those titties."
Incredibly turned on by Dax's words, Deliliah began to slowly move her tits up and down his rod, her bra helping her to keep them tight around the monster cock, the tip of which peeking out from her cleavage every time she brought them down. But even though the sound of Dax's low moans in her ear turned her on, after three minutes of steady tit-fucking, Delilah soon felt a deep hunger form in her core as she watched the delectable piece of meat play peak-a-boo from her cleavage. And needless to say, Dax, who was just about to complain when the soft, fleshy pillows were removed from his cock, let out a mother low moan as Delilah wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, slowly taking it in with each lick.
But even though Delilah managed to get about five inches in, stopping only when it hit her throat. And before long, Delilah was slobbering on Dax's cock, her mouth taking in the first five inches while her hand continued to fervently jerk off the rest of Dax's monster dick, the rapid motion depositing more delicious precum onto her tongue, making her moan at the intoxicating taste. Eventually, Delilah became bolder with the huge dong, moving past the five inches that touched the back of her throat, eventually swallowing the remainder of the impressive package, the feeling of her tight throat encasing more and more of his thick, sensitive cock driving Dax crazy.
"Fuck, Doc, your throat was made for this, "Dax said as both his Delilah's eyes roll into the back of their heads as her lips made contact with Dax's knot, the horny MILF displaying even more skill with her tongue by swirling it around the impressive girth, the abundance of precum being produced by Dax's cock creating a warm feeling in Delilah's stomach. Soon, Delilah built up a steady rhythm of moving her mouth along Dax's shaft, the sexy sounds of her slobbering and gaging turning Dax on, the silver stud eventually grabbing onto Delilah's long ears to help speed her along.
As Delilah continued to blow Dax, she noticed that his grip had shifted from her ears to the back of her head. And before she can even react, Delilah found her mouth and throat being violently fucked by Dax's rough, rapid thrusts, his hand on her head keeping her in place for four seconds with each forward thrust, making her throat bulge out from the long, girthy member.
By this point, Delilah had become so horny from the rough treatment that she decided to add to it by jacking Dax off whenever she pulled back. As she did this, Delilah lowered her pants and panties to the middle of her thighs as she could vigorously finger her gushing cunt, her orgasmic moans vibrating around Dax's cock as he continued to violently face fuck her at three thrusts a second, the rough onslaught and lack of air making Delilah release a massive, gushing orgasm all over the ground.
But soon, Delilah began to feel Dax's thrusts become shorter, but more powerful, a clear sign that he was close to blowing his massive load. And while Delilah would love nothing more than swallow the delicious cum, she would very much like to give Dax a special show.
And so, pushing Dax away, the male letting out a pained whimper from having his orgasm denied, Delilah immediately stood to her feet, quacking of her shoes and removing her pants and panties entirely before she literally ripped off her bra, giving the now equally nude Dax, who had followed her lead, a magnificent view of her curvy form and busty d-cup tits, each topped with an erect pink nipple.
Meanwhile, Terra was having the time of her life, her busty tits bouncing as her husband pummeled her twitching pussy, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with each powerful thrust. Terra was so overwhelmed, not just by the rough fucking but by the fact that Sam's huge cock was creating a bulge in her stomach, that she was thrown into orgasm after orgasm with each thrust.
Sam, looking to get a bit more comfortable, rolled them both on their sides, all the while maintaining his pace. As soon as he was comfortable, Sam grabbed Terra's ankle, lifting it above her head to open up her legs even more to the onslaught, which now involved Sam fucking Terra at four thrusts a second, leaving her in a state of ecstasy from her apparently never-ending orgasm.
"Yes, my love, fuck me harder! I'm cumming again!" she cried as her juices stained the sheets of the hospital bed. Before long, Sam felt his own orgasm brewing as his heavy balls slapped against Terra's clit, driving her into more orgasms.
"Me too, bae!" Sam groaned, his thrusts getting shorter and more powerful as he attempted to pop his knot into Terra's cunt. And in just minutes, Sam felt his balls seize up and his cock ache as his knot entered Terra's pussy with an audible pop. And as he slammed his cock back into Terra, Sam held them in place as thick, hot ropes of cum fired from his cock into her accepting womb.
Dax had a good hold of Deliah's thighs, holding her lower half over the edge of the bed rubbing the tip of his cock against his new lover's quivering pussy lips, smearing the huge globs of pre on her clit. Tired of waiting, Delilah reached down and grabbed her "Big Daddy's" dick, fervently jacking it off as she pulled on it until it started to open her pussy. And as Dax pushed deeper into Delilah's cunt, he felt her vice-like walls squeeze his meaty fuck-stick hard as her pussy juices lubed him up. And she must have been really pent up, because with each inch he shoved in, she let out a loud, high-pitched moan.
"Wow," she moaned as she finally managed to look down to where Dax was fucking her "I didn't think it would fit!"
Looking down, Dax could see that he was indeed fully incased in Delilah's snatch, his knot resting perfectly against her pussy lips as his meat rod was being massaged by her cunt muscles as a faint, tubular bulge ran from her pussy to below her navel. This proved too much for the horny Texan as he grabbed Delilah's ankle and thigh, ready to pummel the dalmatian's pussy hard.
"FUCK YES!" Delilah screamed as she was pulled hard onto Dax's cock, the meaty head punching right through her cervix and into her womb over and over again as his heavy balls slapped against her cute bubbly ass. But just as Delilah went to scream again, she suddenly found her head pulled back, her ability to breathe stripped from her, and a pair of furry balls in her sight.
It would seem that, despite his earlier actions with his wife, Sam was still not keen on drawing too much unwanted attention, Sam, who had risen from the bed, decided to silence Deliliah in the best way he knew how in this situation; deepthroat. Not that Delilah was complaining as she happily moaned around the huge cock, the taste of his cum and Terra's juices heaven to her. Speaking of Terra, the horny woman, from the chair that sat beside Sam's bed, moaned in pleasure as she fingered her overflowing cunt and fondled her right tit as she watched her husband and his friend spit-roast the moaning dalmatian, her juices sliding down her taint before soaking into the already soiled sheets on the hospital bed.
Delilah found herself in heaven as her mouth and pussy were being barraged with the feral thrusts of the two strapping males fucking her as she lay prone on the width of the bed. In that, while her husband was close to the same size, he just wasn't as rough as she would like him to be. But Sam and Dax, they were fucking her like they hated her. And to Delilah's further pleasure, she placed one hand on her stomach and the other on her throat, euphoria bringing her to new heights as she felt a fairly noticeable bulge in her stomach, and the huge one protruding her throat.
"Fuck, look at those tits jiggle, Sammy," she heard Dax say, another moan vibrating around Sam's cock ass she suddenly felt the Irish-wolf's strong hands grasp them, his cock also prevent a yip from escaping her as he pinched her nipples.
"Well," Sam said as he continued to tweak the erect nubs, resulting in, to Dax's delighted surprise, a two very strong squirts of milk to shoot out, "she did mention one time that she had a shit-ton of pups."
"You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" Dax inquired with a devilish smirk, which was returned by Sam.
"Pretty fucking sure I am."
In an instant, Delilah felt her pleasure kicked up another notch as she felt the two male's lips latch around her hard nipples, their tongues lashing about the erect nubs as they sucked as much of her engorged tits into their mouths as they could. And before long, both Sam and Dax moaned as their belly's were rewarded with the rich, creamy treat that came from such amazing tits.
Delilah moaned as she relished the feeling of Dax and Sam drinking her milk from her full breasts, a sweet feeling of nostalgia overflowing her as her mind went back to when she breastfed her own pups. And as Sam and Dax enjoyed their rich treat, Terra decided to treat herself, brining one of her tits to her mouth, her lips wrapping around the same nipple that her own children drank from as she continued to finger herself, the sight being caught by Sam, who found the sight of his wife breastfeeding herself to be the icing on the cake as he thrusts hard into Delilah's mouth three more times before, with one final, hard thrust accompanied by an almost feral growl, he forced his knot past her lips, effectively knotting her mouth.
"MMMMMM!" Delilah screamed, or at least tried to with her mouth and throat stuffed with Sam's thick meat as it throbbed violently with each blast of thick, potent cum down her bulging throat, heating up her core as her stomach seemed to be getting directly filled with hot Celtic cum. Her struggling also caused her pussy to clench up, the dalmatian soon finding the feeling of her air being cut off exhilarating. So much so that her pussy walls began clenching hard on Dax's dick as a powerful orgasm overcame her, coating Dax's cock, balls and pelvis in her sweet juices, which proved too much for the Texan.
"SHIT, I'M CUMMING DARLIN'!"
Sam was quick to add in.
"FUCK, ME TOO!"
Delilah couldn't respond, her mouth still occupied by Sam's cock. However, the loud moans she gave off with each powerful thrust of Dax's hips caused Sam to feel the pleasurable vibration through his cock, even more so when Dax finally shoved his knot into her pussy, effectively locking her as he began to fire rope after rope of Texas cum into her womb. At this, Sam had pulled out of Delilah's mouth with a loud pop, a few more spurts of cum landing on her gasping throat and tits point, Terra was so turned on by the sight of Delilah having her mouth and pussy knotted moaned loudly as she came, adding a new layer of nectar to the already soaked sheets.
For the next several minutes Delilah panted in euphoric bliss, much needed air finally flowing freely into her lungs as she rubbed her full belly and moaned at the feeling of Dax's cum flowing from her abused cunt. But, just as her vision had started to refocus, she was met with the hot sight of a cum-dripping pussy in her face, and the feeling of two busty tits pressed against her stomach. But what really got her blood pumping was the feeling of a very skilled tongue licking and sucking on her pussy, giving her clit an occasiaonal nip.
"Come on, baby," Terra said as she pulled herself from her cum-filled feast, "eat up."
Deliliah did not need to be told twice, the British dalmatian immediately plunging her tongue into Terra's pussy, the hot 69 being observed by their partners, who decided just to catch their breath while enjoying the show. And so, for the next the next ten minutes, Sam and Dax just sat back and watched as the two canine women ate each other out, both moaning at the mixture of Texan and Celtic cum swirling on their tongues and down their gullets. And as the two males jacked off to the sight, Sam couldn't help but offer a quip to Dax.
"How much you wanna bet Richie's getting fucked right now, too?"
Dax only laughed as he continued to watch the show, almost certain that his friend wasn't too far off point. And needless to say, he truly wasn't, for while their little hospital tryst was happening, at the same time at the Moonlight Howl, Wolf and Diane were hosting their bachelor and bachelorette party as they invited the majority of the workers to their wedding; Dumptruck was fucking Katie Dodd's pussy as he worshipped her breasts as the two lovers kissed so passionately, Richie was receiving a titjob and blowjob combo from Kayla while Fangmeyer was fucking Sarah Flasker, even Diane still worked there after the scandal in Jasper.
"I was surprised that Fangmeyer was dating Sarah even after she tried to kill me and plotted to kidnap Nick's son," Richie panted.
"What can I say? I always say that I love bad girls and Sarah is no different. Besides, she's a naughty vixen who loves a good fucking," Fangmeyer panted.
"God! Go faster, Fangmeyer!" Sarah yelled as Fangmeyer kissed Sarah hard.
"Oh, Richie," Diane called along with Lilly, Garth, Wolf, Kate and Humphrey.
"Diane and I can't thank you and Wolf enough for helping us out," Lilly said.
"And so, we would to give you and Wolf a special reward as an early wedding present," Garth said with a seductive smile.
Diane took Richie to a private booth while Lilly took Mr. Wolf to one of the spare rooms.
Once Richie was in his booth, Diane got up on the table and began to slowly remove her jumpsuit. As she pulled down the zipper, her breasts were freed from their prison, and lets just say the handsome Shepherd was unable to resist them. He lunged forward and took Diane's left nipple in his mouth and began to suck on it like it was mother's tit. While doing this, his hand went up to the vixen's right breast and cupped in the palm of his hand.
"Oh, Richie," Diane moaned as she let him suck her tit like a hungry pup. "Such a naughty dog you are," she scolded softly. Then he moved over to her right tit.
Back in the room with Lilly and Mr. Wolf…
Wolf was laying on his back while Lilly smothered his face with her nice round ass. He feel his nose slipping up into her asshole, the smell was amazing. As he sniffed and enjoyed the smell, Lilly undid his pants and freed his dick. It looked so tasty.
"I hope your cock is clean," Lilly said. "I don't want to taste any pussy or ass on it tonight before I fuck it." Then the white beauty leaned down and began to such on Wolf's dick. This made him pulled his nose out of her ass and started tongue fucking her pussy.
The two wolves were in a hot 69.
Richie had stopped sucking on Diane's tits and was now straddling her stomach. Smiling, he placed his dick between her soft breasts and began to fuck them. As he thrusted, Diane opened her mouth to let Richie's dick slide inside her maw to give him a tit job and blowjob combo.
"Oh, Diane, you feel so good," Richie moaned with pleasure.
"Thank you, Richie," she replied, giving the tip of his dick a kiss as it came towards her.
Lilly and Wolf were now devoid of any clothing and the handsome bad guy got behind his white beauty. His big dick slid in between her tight ass cheeks, the tip teasing her needy anal star as Wolf got ready to fuck her. Very slowly, Wolf pushed himself into her ass, it was tight. Gritting his teeth, Wolf leaned down and bit into Lilly's shoulder.
"AAAAHHHH… YYYYEEEESSSS!" Lilly screamed as Wolf marked with his love bite. Then he started to fuck her. His thrusts were savage, but also pleasurable to the white beauty. Lilly started to finger herself as Wolf fucked her ass like a pro.
Diane and Richie were making love, with her on top of him in the cowgirl position. The handsome Shepherd was doing his best to help Diane ride his dick, but there was something missing. Looking over at his buddy Fangmeyer, Richie called out to the tiger.
"Hey, Fangmeyer. Get you dick over here."
The tiger smiled and hurried over to the vixen and Shepherd. He lined his dick up up with Richie's face and he took it in his mouth and started sucking.
For the rest of the night, Richie, Diane, Wolf and Lilly, had hot sex all over the Moonlight Howl. They even went as far as having a foursome in the manager's office.
Three Months Later
Porsha lay silently in her bed, the young wolf huddled in on herself, blankets encasing her in a sort of fabric cocoon. And despite the bright sun shining in over the Redshore coastline, Porsha just couldn't bring herself to get out of her queen-sized bed that sat in her room, for today Porsha was plagued with a great feeling of dread. For what was going to happen that morning, Porsha wanted to be up before everyone else. The reason being she was almost certain that them offering words of encouragement and support, no matter the intentions, would cause her to lose her nerve. Which is why she trusted only three people to help her see it through. And from what Porsha could see, they were all just sitting around, not sat a word, the air thick with anxiety.
Of course, Buster was up, the koala already dressed. Sitting next to Buster was his gorgeous saluki girlfriend, the older woman dressed in a simple blue blouse and black dress pants, her feet adorned with simple black flats. And sitting across from them, slumped back in a half-barrel chair, clothed in his grey pin-stripe suit, was Charlie. And of the three, he was the first to notice Porsha nervously standing there, her eyes to the floor as she stood just twenty feet from them. But, despite the tense atmosphere, Charlie managed a sad smile, the canine lawyer rising to his feet as he walked towards Porsha, no limp, no pain, all thanks to a full knee replacement surgery he had a month after the trial. Though he still had his cane…more for show than anything.
"Morning Sweetie," he cooed, the greeting causing Porsha to lift her head so slightly, her eyes going the rest of the way to meet his as she offered a small smile in return.
"Hi Uncle Charlie," Porsha greeted back, her arms quickly finding their way around the lawyer's middle, Charlie gently returning the embrace just as tightly as her, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. At that point, Buster and Suki had joined the two.
"Morning, Baby Girl," Buster cooed, gently taking Porsha's ahnd, the action causing Porsha to break her embrace with Charlie to lean down and pull Buster into a new one.
"Morning Daddy," she responded. Though she couldn't be sure, Porsha could have sworn she felt Buster tense a bit at this, her usual addressing of him seeming to have a different effect now than it did before. But she didn't linger on it two much as she found herself in another embrace with Suki, the older female, after wishing Porsha a happy birthday as well, taking extra time to hold Porsha close, almost as if she wanted to spare Porsha from what she was about to do as long as possible.
But alas, time was a fickle thing. Before long, the four animals, including a formally dressed Porsha, the young wolf wearing a surprisingly professional black pantsuit and blue blouse were, stepping out into a packed parking lot, the youngest of the group freezing the moment she laid eyes on the imposing structure before them;
Four stories of thick concrete and bared windows. Armed, guards stationed at every possible entrance. And at the main checkpoint into the facility, a sign, emblazoned with bold, black letters…
REDSHORE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY
Despite her desire to stay outside, the time that elapsed between stepping through the checkpoint, entering the prison, going through the proper check-in procedure, and being led into a solitary room and being seated at one side of a large, round wooden table passed in the blink of an eye. And by the time Porsha realized this, she was a wreck, the young adult casting her nervous gaze to the mahogany table, her fist clenching and unclenching the fabric of her pants.
"It's okay sweetie," Suki cooed, both her and Buster sitting at either side of Porsha, Charlie sitting off to his siter's side as he began to procure several documents from his briefcase, every so often sending Porsha some encouraging nods and smiles.
"We're here for you," Buster added to Suki's statement, both taking a hold of one of Porsha's hands, the words and actions causing Porsha to calm down considerably. Unfortunately, that did not stop her nerves from spiking again when the opposite door to the room opened, two guards stepping through, with a third escorting in someone that the other's didn't really WANT to see but knew that it was a necessity.
It was at that moment that any fear Porsha felt quickly vanished as the white wolf sat down across from them. The reason being that this wolf looked thinner than he did a year ago. His eyes appeared more sunken, his wrists and ankles bound in handcuffs and shackles, and the bright orange jumpsuit served as a grim reminder of his crimes.
No, Porsha didn't feel scared…No, she felt SORRY for Jimmy Crystal.
But that didn't stop the little twinge of comfort in her when the older wolf sent that same fiery glare of contempt their way, his gaze scanning them before finally landing on Porsha. And when that happened, Crystal scoffed.
"So," he began in a low growl, the action causing Porsha to sink a little in her chair, "best birthday presents ever, huh? Seein' your old man like this."
"You know why we're here, Mr. Crystal," Charlie immediately interjected, his warm, calming voice from earlier now firm and hard, his face void of all expression. And off course, Porsha and Suki, the latter still squeezing one of the former's hands, knew when Charles Lane entered "Lawyer Mode."
"Yeah," Crystal responded, his hard gaze now landing on the lawyer who was reading over one of the documents he had procured, "here to swindle me out of my legacy… my company."
"Hardly swindle," Charlie added with a small laugh before his face turned hard again as he began or read off of the paper in his hands. And upon hearing the contents, the other's knew it was the sentence that was carried out following Crystal's trial.
"'Fifteen years for embezzlement, insurance, and tax fraud, twenty years for conspiring to commit murder, and life imprisonment for murder. Eligibility for parole is thirty years after sentence begins.'"
"You forgot rape," Mr. Crystal said with a smile as he looked at Porsha. The memory of the day played out the same in both his and Prosha's mind. While he enjoyed the memory on how tight she was when he forced himself on her, all the young she-wolf could do was shed a single tear.
It still hurt her deeply even to this day, but Porsha knew now that she had a real family to protect her.
At that point, Charlie pulled his gaze from the document to look at Crystal, a somewhat smug smirk on his face as he did.
"You're right, I forgot that one. But just so you know, even if you are released on parole, now one is going to want to work for you, nobody's going to want to do ANY kind of business with you. In fact, since you left, productivity at Crystal Entertainment has skyrocketed. You come back? It all goes down. So, really, you could say we are trying to save you the frustration."
"So what?" Crystal growled, his chained hands now folded on the table as he leaned forward, "you just going to hand my company, the one I built from the ground up, to a talentless, loser of a…"
"SHUT-YOUR-FILTHY-MOUTH-NOW!"
This outburst came from the last person in the room anyone would expect. No, not Buster, but the young wolf who was no standing to her feet, her ears back and teeth bared as her claws dug into the shining, wood-stained table, which now had several noticeable scratches in it. And the moment Porsha began speaking her mind, releasing so many years of pent up frustration she didn't know she had, Crystal actually felt himself shrink back in HIS seat.
It was time to truly free herself from him.
"I AM NOT A TALENTLESS LOSER! I AM PART OF THE REASON OUT OF THIS WORLD IS SOLD OUT EVERY NIGHT! I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT ME, WHERE ALL YOU CARED ABOUT WAS YOUR STUPID BUSINESS AND YOUR STUPID IMAGE! AND BESIDES, YOU LOST THE RIGHT TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT ME WHEN YOU TOOK MY MOTHER FROM ME AND RAPED ME!"
Crystal, after recovering from the shock of Porsha's outburst, soon found himself becoming very irritated by the girl's fiery determination, the wolf quickly rising to his feet, putting not just Porsha's party on edge, but the guards well, each reaching for their tasers in case Jimmy decided to try something.
"PORSHA ELIZABETH CRYSTAL, YOU DO NOT TALK TO ME THAT WAY! NO ONE EVER TALKS THAT WAY TO JAMES CRYSTAL!" Crystal bellowed, only to receive the shock of his life, well the shock of everyone's life with what Porsha said next.
"MY NAME IS NOT PORSHA CRYSTAL! IT IS PORSHA MOON!"
Ten seconds of silence felt like eternity, every wide on Porsha as she continued to bare her teeth at the wolf she had basically just disowned as her father. But, after everything that happened a year ago, he stopped being her father long before that.
"My name is Porsha Elizabeth Moon," Porsha repeated, this time lower as her rageful expression soon melted into one of bittersweet happiness as she looked to Buster, the koala still shocked at what he had just heard. But soon, that shock melted into pure affection as he placed a tender hand on Porsha's, gently prompting the young wolf to sit back down, which she did, but with some hesitance.
"I see," Crystal suddenly said, he himself having slumped back into his chair from the shock, causing all eyes to turn to him. For a solid minute the room was filled with tense silence, no one daring to speak or even move.
"Give me the paper," Crystal finally said, shocking the others in the room. But upon seeing his crestfallen, practically defeated expression, they knew that he was serious. And so, after taken a moment to recover from the shock, Charlie slipped the document and a pen over to Crystal, who only hesitated when he saw that the document did not relinquish control of Crystal Entertainment to Porsha.
"I don't want it," Porsha said, clearly understanding what the delay was. Suki then added her own piece to the otherwise tense meeting.
"Because Porsha does not wish to have any control over the company or your finances, amendments were made to the files. The Board of Representatives, which is under my direction may I remind you, is prepared to run things from this point forward."
"There."
The two females looked at Crystal in shock, the wolf having signed the document before Suki could finish speaking. They, along with the two other males, had thought that Crystal might put up more of a fight. But, upon seeing him slide the document over to Charlie, the saluki lawyer being the first to come out of his shock to safely tuck it away for notarizing, they realized that what was going on in the white wolf's mind was the acceptance of defeat.
"Right then," Charlie said as he stood to his feet, cane and case in his grasp, "looks like we're done here."
With that, the others rose from their seats, save for Crystal, who continued to glare at the tabletop before him. But, just before the guards moved to take Crystal back to his cell, Porsha, who stopped just before Suki and Buster could lead her out the door, sent one last blow to Jimmy Crystal's ego.
"Goodbye…Mr. Crystal."
And although her faced was firm…it crumbled the moment they stepped outside, Suki falling to her knees with the wailing wolf as she, Buster, and Charlie tried desperately to console her.
She was free…but it still hurt.
Just then a sleek red limo pulled up. Porsha felt a smile tugging at her lips as the door opened to reveal her brother, Nick Wilde. He was dressed in a his best outfit, his eyes locked onto his sister.
"Hey, Porsha," he greeted coming up to her. "I was wondering if you wanted to spend the day with him."
Porsha jumped up and hugged Nick. "I would love that," she said and turned to Suki, Buster, and Charlie. "I'll be back soon," and just like that, Porsha and Nick were heading their way back into the heart of Redshore City.
Sure enough, Nick took Porsha to many different stores, a movie, to a spa and even to the graveyard where her mother was barrier. Nick felt it best if he gave her some space to pour her feeling out at the grave.
"Hello mommy," Porsha said softly, her eyes filled with tears as she placed a single rose on her mother's grave. "I am free and I now have a family who loves me." The wind began to blow softly and for some reason, a smile appeared on the she-wolf's face. The reason for her happiness was that she could see her now…
Amelia Crystal stood before her. Wearing a beautiful white dress and matching heels, Amelia looked at her grave then at her daughter.
"Porsha, I am so proud of you. You were finally able to get justice for me."
"Thanks, Mommy," Prosha replied and reached out towards her mother, but sadly, Amelia held up her hand.
"Porsha, I am a spirit now. Please, don't waste your time trying to hold onto something that is not there."
"Mother, please don't leave I want you to meet Nick," she begged.
Amelia smiled and began to fade away.
"Nick has his mother; you have Suki now. We all have something special within us, and it grows when it is shared. Remember my words, Porsha," she said and left her daughter feeling finally relieved that she had done what she had been trying to do since she was young.
Be at peace.
Six Months Later
Porsha was a bundle of excitement.
Here she was, standing in front of a crowd of people, bouquet of flowers in her hand as she, her Aunt Ellie, and amazing girlfriend Cherry, all dressed in matching violet, strapless dress and matching open-toed heels, bouquets in their hands, stood across from Clay, Johnny, and Gunter, all uniformly dressed in a somewhat formal/casual attire of white shirts and pants, blue vest and red neck ties. And quite frankly, it was a good thing too, as the blazing afternoon summer sun of the Calatonian beach would have made some heavier garments unbearable.
Standing among the guests were members of the Rainforest mob, they were supplying security for the wedding. And sitting in the very front of the row was Nick, his wife and son, and his mother Kayla.
The Wilde family all had smiles on their faces as they all got ready to see this joyful moment happen.
And standing between the two groups, was Buster Moon, the koala shuffling on his feet ash nervously waited for the wedding to start, a smiling, newly ordained Dax, bible in hand, standing behind him. And as he stood in his rented tuxedo, a very formal version of his usual attire, Buster glanced nervously over the crowd, which consisted of Ash, dressed in her "formal rock attire," of a red leather jacket over a black blue dress, Nooshy in a tomboyish attire of ripped jeans and a blue blouse, Meena and Alfonso right behind them, the female sporting her blue dress and Alfonso a red shirt and jeans, Nana and Hobbs, the old sheep in the blue and red variant of her typical dress while the old penguin opted for his usual servants uniform, Rosita and her family, all dressed in matching blue and red striped shirts and a varying aware of legwear, took up the first two rows of the congregation, the rest being filled by the crew of Out of This World, namely Klaus and Johnny's backup dancers, the O'Brians, Richie and Kayla, Sweets and her kids…even Darius showed up, if only to show what a "great friend" he was to his social media followers.
But there were two unaccounted for.
But, the moment the event's DJ, who Buster was thrilled to see was Eddie, started playing the Canon in D, all stood to their feet, their eyes drifting to the back of the makeshift aisle that led to the group at the forefront of it all. And as Buster laid eyes on the sight before him, nothing else existed to him except the beautiful saluki being walked down the aisle by her brother, who was dressed in a red and blue variant of his typical suit. Charlie was even clean shaved for the event.
But, all Buster could focus on was his Sweet Saluki, dressed in a stunning white strapless dress, adorned with teal accents, the flowing satin garment swooping in a way that the base started at the top of her right knee and ended at her left ankle. And adorning her head, a thin veil, gracefully folded around a diamond tiara, the thin fabric barely hiding the beaming smile that spread on her lips. But it was only when the veil was lifted by Charlie that Buster could back in the true beauty of the saluki before him.
Glasses gone, exposing her beautiful chocolate eyes.
Eyes, lined with a teal mascara, which seemed to be highlighted by the long flowing locks, thanks in part to extensions, cascading just beyond her shoulders, the silky-smooth ribbons curled in a way that resembled streamers. And as Buster gazed upon Suki, the female handing her bouquet to Ellie, he couldn't help the dumb, love-struck smile that spread on his lips. He was so engrossed with this radiant goddess before him, that he almost didn't hear Dax begin to officiate what would be the greatest day of his life.
"Dearly Beloved," he began, his gaze drifting over the congregation, which now consisted of Charlie taking a seat beside Nana, the two friends trading a knowing smile as they watched, "we are gathered here together to bear witness to one of the holiest ceremonies that could ever be witnessed as Buster Moon and Suki Lane are joined in the bonds of holy matrimony.
And as the vows continued, the tears started.
Nick and Kris held each other close, while Kayla looked at a photo of her and Martin's wedding. Oh, how she missed her beloved.
"I, Buster Moon, take you, Suki Lane, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part. This is my solemn vow."
At this point, Suki's mascara was in danger of running. Not just hears, but Porsha's and Cherry's, Ellie's…hell, even the pompous Darius was wearing some. But, despite the raw emotion adiating through her, Suki, with a joyful smile, recited her vows.
"I, Suki Lane, take you, Buster Moon, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part. This is my solemn vow."
"Then by the power invested in me," Jack loudly proclaimed with a smile, "I know pronounce you KOALA AND DOG! You may kiss the bride!"
And needless to say, the entire beach erupted in thunderous cheers and applause, which seemed to only grow louder with some hoots and hollers as Buster, in a stunning show of strength and skill, managed to dip Suki as he passionately kissed her. And before long, the beach was awash with joyous celebrate as the wedding party gathered underneath a large tent that would shelter the reception. And as the sun went down and the lights in the tent came on, the real party began.
Music provided by MC Eddie.
The humorous site of Buster and Suki force-feeding each other cake.
The even MORE humorous, but still touching site of Suki practically holding Buster as they shred their first dance.
The bouquet toss, which Porsha and Cherry thought they had in the bag with the two of the doubling each other's chances, only for their faces to fall in mild annoyance as a less-than-interested Nooshy accidentally caught the offending bundle of flowers.
"Here love birds," she said with playful scoff, slamming the bundle into Porsha's chest, "all yours."
And even though they knew it was some gentle ribbing, Porsha and Cherry didn't care as they shared a tender kiss, which received a mixture of "oh's and aw's."
It was at this moment that Nick felt his cellphone vibrating in his coat pocket. Pulling it out, his eyes went wide with shock. Turing to where Buster and Suki were chatting with Nana, laughing as the old sheep sipped her glass of champagne.
Nick quickly made his way over to the bride and groom, which caught the attention of Porsha, who followed after him. "Hey, Suki, Buster. I have have some bad news!"
"Bad news?" Buster asked stepping towards the fox.
"Can't this wait until later?"
"Sorry, but this is important." he said and looked at Buster. "Jimmy Crystal has escaped prison, but not to worry, my men will find him," he said assuring his friends they had nothing to worry about.
Suki got down to Nick's level.
"Thank you, Nick," she said kissing his cheek, but then gave him a hot French kiss. This of course rubbed Buster the wrong way at seeing his newly married wife kissing his daughter's half brother, but it was true. Nick was quite the charmer. But, as the night progressed, Porsha couldn't help but sneak glances toward her father and his new wife, both speaking with their brother and brother-in-law and his wife, a warm feeling welling in her chest as she worked up the courage to do something she had been planning to do for the wedding for some time…well, more so when Suki came to her kindergarten play.
And so…with a nervous gulp…
"E-excuse me," Porsha timidly called, the quite voice of her girlfriend catching Cherry's attention, who couldn't help but smile as Porsha tried to call out again, a tad bit louder.
"E-EXCUSE M-ME!'
Realizing what Porsha was trying to do, Cherry, with a loving smile, gently tapped a nearby champagne glass with a fork, the high-pitched ring a clear signal for everyone to quiet down, all eyes soon turning to a know very self-conscious Porsha, who, after a gentle nudge from Cherry, nervously cast her gaze to her feet…almost as if she were a shy pup.
"Excuse me everyone," she called again, lifting her gaze from her shoes.
"I-I'd like to make some toast…UGH! MAKE A TOAST!"
Porsha felt she wasn't doing good so far, even with the good-natured chuckles being sent her way. But, she soon found herself looking into the loving eyes of her koala father, the marsupial taken aback for a moment, only for a warm smile to spread on his lips.
"OK," he whispered as he stood beside Suki, the saluki soon finding her gaze locked with Porsha, who had now started twiddling her thumbs as she took a deep breath.
"I just wanted to share something with you guys…it's a little bit from this show I did in Kindergarten. It was actually the first show that Suki ever saw me in. And, I really didn't appreciate what those words meant…until recently…so…"
Taking a deep breath and putting on her best "big girl" smile, Porsha addressed the crowd.
"'She kisses my boo-boos, she brushes my hair…we love you mothers, everywhere."
And the moment their eyes met, neither Suki and Porsha, or anyone else, could stop the tears that came with what was said next.
"'And my mom Suki is beyond compare.'"
In a flash, both daughter and her new mother were in each other's arms, Suki holding her special girl tightly as their tears fell, the saluki placing a gentle kiss on the teen wolf's head as they just stood there, both being enveloped by gentle applause from all around. And as he observed his wife and daughter embrace, Buster let his own tears fall, the koala finding comfort in knowing that, despite all that happened, Porsha never REALLY lost her mother…
She had one all along.
And with the day's event's coming to a close, sitting with her new parents in the sand, basking in the warm sunset, all would sleep easily knowing, that at long last…
Their family was complete…
And perfect.
As everyone was winding down from the party, Porsha had excused herself from the group to go to the bathroom. However, after she left the stall and finished washing her hands, Porsha turned around to leave, but came face to face with…
"Hi, Porsha," Jimmy growled. Before she could scream. Jimmy smacked her across the face, knocking her to the floor. Porsha was dazed, but that wasn't the worse part. A gag was put in her mouth, and she could feel Jimmy tearing the back of her dress open.
Jimmy Crystal was going to rape her again!
"Oh, Porsha, I have missed this tight pussy of yours," Jimmy said with a laugh and shoved himself into her.
"NO!" Porsha screamed as she shot up in bed. Her body was slick with sweat, and she was panting hard. The she-wolf threw off her covers and hurried out of bed to the mirror. Porsha checked her body for any sign of her being raped, there was none. It had all be a nightmare.
Suddenly, her bedroom door swung open. Porsha turned and saw Suki looking really concerned about her daughter.
"Having nightmares again?" the saluki asked.
"Yes," Porsha sighed, and proceeded to tell Suki about her dream. It saddened her mother to see how upset her daughter was, but she for some reason had an idea—a naughty idea—to help Porsha. Leading her daughter by the hand, Suki led her to the bedroom where Buster was already necked and waiting for his wife.
"Suki? Why is Porsha here?" Buster asked covering his already huge boner.
Suki smiled and knew that both Porsha and Buster was going to really enjoy the night.