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 hear 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 handwriting…
"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 too 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 Canadian 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 offense, 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 intention 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 ursine 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 sight of an empty room.
Suki sat alone in her apartment, the saluki finding she needed some time to herself to process everything that had happened. Even more so as she just stared at the group text that Nana had just to her and Kayla Wilde. It was short and simple, though it carried a great amount of weight.
Nana: It is done. Lords of Prey to be disbanded. From this point forward, Axis is dead.
In truth, Suki knew she should be happy that her love Amelia and one-time lover Martin Wilde had been avenged. But staring at the next, the words themselves making her phone feel heavier than it was, she couldn't help but feel that the victory was…hollow. Why? she didn't know. But then again, she, Nana Noodleman and Kayla Wilde had been plotting Jimmy Crystal's downfall for many years. Could it be that they let themselves become so consumed by their need for justice that once it was achieved their lives became empty. No, the beautiful canine had to remind herself that with Jimmy now facing the consequences of his actions, she and her friends could now focus on the future with their friends and families.
A future which seemed all the brighter.
Meanwhile, in a holding cell in one of Redshore's top correctional facilities, Jimmy Crystal paced the confined space, fuming at his current situation. And with each step he took, he became angrier and angrier. Angry at Moon and his friends, angrier at Porsha and Suki for their part in it, and angry at Jade Tusk for her apparent failure.
"You know, you look like rapid beats in a cage when you pace like that."
Speak of the devil.
"Well, I wouldn't if you had done your fucking job!" Jimmy snarled through clenched teeth as he turned to glare daggers at the smirking doe, her hands crossed across her busty chest as she quirked an amused eyebrow at the incarcerate wolf.
"Hey," she responded," putting her hands up in mock defense, "bear in mind I said I would get you out of Jail…I never specified how."
"WELL, GET TO IT BITCH!" Jimmy yelled, lunging for doe, only for her to be out of reach as she calmly took two big steps back from the cell, her smirk never leaving her face as the doe offered a response to the fuming wolf.
"Patience my dear," Jade Tusk smugly replied, stepping forward just enough for Jimmy to feel her keratin finger-tip tickle his chin, much to the wolf's anger.
"Lord Shendu has a pretty beautiful plan in store. In fact, as we speak, Professor Marmalade has instructions to expose some mutual friends of ours. In the meantime, I would suggest you get comfortable in this 'lovely establishment.'"
And with that, Jade Tusk left the demented wolf to his own devices, the disgraced mogul returning to pacing his cell in pure anger as he contemplated his next move, whether it was to get back at Moon…or that fucking doe.
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 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. But once the doors of the spacious lift closed, Dax realized he should have taken another, for the tension between him and Terra was so strong you could cut it with a knife.
"Terra…I…" Dax began, only for Terra, who without looking away from the door, cold interrupted him.
"Save it!"
Dax's ears were pinned against his head the moment he heard those two words, laced with so much venom that he though he could have died right there. And even though it was only a thirty second ride in the elevator, Dax could have sworn it felt life thirty minutes. But once they got to the fourth floor, their minds soon focused on the fact that he and Terra 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 Delilah. 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 by the end of the week."
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. But as the duo made their way down the hall, Terra suddenly stopped when she happened to glance into one of the rooms marked 116, a feeling of delight running through her being as she saw Ellie Lane tending to a little pup, accompanied by his parents and uncle, she had not seen since he had come to Redshore for cancer treatment.
"Matt?" she softly called, her addressing of the pup pulling Dax and Delilah's attention to her as she stepped into the room, the silver Texan letting a gentle smile spread on his face as he went to join Terra. Delilah, of course joined them as well, standing beside Ellie as she had been conversing with Able and Rachel.
"Hi Mrs. Terra!" Matt happily greeted from his bed, eagerly waving to the beautiful woman as she leaned down to give him a big hug, one which was eagerly returned. And the sight was definitely a welcome one, all the other adults, even Cain, smiling warmly at the embrace. But upon pulling away from Matt, Terra could see that his happy smile had turned into a sad frown.
"I heard Mr. Sam is here too," Matt added a bit solemnly, his ears back and his hands wringing as he looked at Terra with great concern.
"I heard he got hurt really bad."
Terra stilled at this, her own ears pinned back as she looked upon the little pup, unsure of what to say. In fact, it was while she was wracking her brain that Cain noticed Nick, standing just outside the door, dressed VERY casually in flip-flops, khaki shorts, his favorite green Hawaiian short, sans tie, which was concealed under a simple black hoodie that was pulled up over his head. Taking advantage of the distraction, Cain quietly slipped just as Terra offered her response to his nephew's statement, the she-wolf remembering what Delilah had told her and Dax, that Sam had made some much significant progress after his surgery.
"Yes, Sweetie," Terra cooed, gently caressing Matt's cheek, completely oblivious, along with everyone else, to the private conversation happening outside the room, "but Dr. Delilah says he's going to be just fine."
Matt seemed to lighten up upon hearing this.
"That's good," the pup eagerly responded, "because I gave him the rock that Dr. Ellie gave to me. It made me feel better, so I thought it would make him feel better, too."
Terra was a bit taken aback by this; the auburn wolf now concerned for Matt's health as her husband's.
"That's so sweet of you, Matt," Terra said with a nervous chuckle, "but don't you need it so you can get better."
"Actually," Able butted in, the police chief trying her best to hide the childlike mirth in his voice as he looked to Ellie and his wife, the couple trying their best to reel in their excitement as well, "he won't be needing it anymore with the progress he's made."
Dax and Terra looked at each other, shocked at what Able was implying.
"Remission?" Dax inquired, thinking that the gem had helped Matt's body enough to fight the crippling illness. But to both Dax and Terra's collective surprise, and glee, Rachel tearfully offered clarification.
"It's gone…almost like it was never there."
"Yes," Ellie clarified with a laugh, "that gem is truly a wonder all its own. We've even found out a bit of its composition so we can replicate it. Matt is actually going to be discharged tomorrow morning."
"Hey, that's great bud!" Dax said, offering the little pup a fist bump, which was giddily returned. But soon, the merriment subsided as Terra remembered the reason they were there. And so, after offering their congratulations one more time, the duo let Delilah guide them out of the room. But as Dax followed behind the two females, he briefly caught the sight of Cain, his suit-clad back to them as he saw Nick off in the elevator. And while Dax did feel a bit of unease, he carried on as Delilah led him and Terra down the hall, the mirth still permeating the atmosphere over the good news they heard. Unfortunately, the good feeling vanished the moment they arrived at room 132, the pair frozen, 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 given to Ellie to give to Matt 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," a voice from behind them huffed in a sad laugh, the duo turning with a bit of a start to see Cain standing beside them, the Dark Wolf's face actually conveying that while he found his statement humorous, seeing Sam in his current condition weighed heavily on him as they approached the bed, Cain loosening the black tie around his neck and the first couple buttons on his red shirt to get a bit more comfortable. Standing beside Dax who stood behind Terra as she sat on Sam's left, the Dark Wolf almost immediately received a less-than-amused stink eye from Terra over her shoulder, and a gruff rebuttal from Dax, 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, Terra and even Cain turned their attention to the Irish-wolf, his eyes barely opened enough to see the three wolves before him 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 to the trio of visitors, Sam couldn't help but notice one other was missing.
"Where's Richie?" he inquired, Cain answering almost immediately.
"Well, Nick was actually here earlier with that bit of an update. Said he and Richie had to go back to Jasper. Help them clean up and look for O'Connor."
"O'Connor?" Sam inquired, curious as to what Cain meant. But as Cain continued to speak, Sam, along with his wife and friend, couldn't help but feel some shock at seeing Cain fight back tears of anguish as his face contorted into a rageful snarl.
"The bastard had a hand in Amelia Crystal's murder. They got a warrant for his arrest. They got Louis and were going to get him…but…"
"But?" Sam inquired, a great feeling of unease settling in his stomach as he dreaded what Cain was going to say.
"They don't know how he did it," Cain finally managed to continue, "but he managed to give 'em the slip."
"Jesus," Sam groaned as he lightly laid his head against his pillow, staring up at the ceiling as he let this new information sink in. Unfortunately, the disappearance of King Bear was to be the least of his worries as Terra, after recovering from her own shock, sent her husband an ice-cold glare.
"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."
"And I should be getting back to Able and his lot," Cain added. But before he turned to follow the Texan, the Dark Wolf did something that Sam and Terra never expected him to do. Walking up to the side of the bed, Cain extended his hand in invitation to Sam, who after a moment of contemplation, met it with his own in firm, but still gentle handshake.
"Thank You," Cains said with great earnestness, a small smirk forming at the corners of his mouth, "for everything."
Sam merely offered a smile and a nod in return, which was enough to satisfy the Dark Wolf who left soon after, closing the door behind him. 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 the 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, knowing how much he beat himself up over even the slightest mistakes, 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 again...about anything."
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 move herself closer to her husband on 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 with a 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 just lost themselves in each other's gaze, the couple were just happy that they were finally together again. But after a few seconds of just staring, both soon felt a deep fire ignite within them. And the moment that fire started roaring, the two 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 was lifted over her head, the lustful female wolf's busty tits, free from the restraint of a bra, 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 undamaged, 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 she 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 inches 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," Sam said with a nervous laugh, "this, uh, this isn't…"
"No, no, it's my fault! 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 shuddered, 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 it, 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," Delilah 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 two 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 cock between those titties."
Incredibly turned on by Dax's words, Delilah 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.
After about a minute, 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 she continued to move her tits around 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, her muzzle disappearing in her own cleavage as she savored taste and sensation of having her throat stretched, 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 rolled 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 gagging 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 bra suddenly ripped away, her engorged tits bouncing free, releasing Dax's cock from her cleavage, only for her mouth and throat to start being violently fucked by Dax's rough, rapid thrusts, his hand on her head keeping her lips pressed against his knot 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 so 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 floor. 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, kicking off her shoes and removing her pants and panties entirely before she stood to her full height, giving the now equally nude Dax, who had followed her lead, a magnificent view of her curvy form, from her shapely legs, to her wide child bearing hips, to her 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, babe!" 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 Delilah'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 encased 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 Delilah 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 as she suddenly felt the Irish-wolf's strong hands grasp them, his cock also prevented 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 bellies 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 occasional nip.
"Come on, baby," Terra said as she pulled herself from her cum-filled feast, "eat up."
Delilah 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.
"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; Delgato was fucking Katie Dodd's pussy as he worshiped her breasts, kissing passionately as Richie was receiving a titjob and blowjob combo from Kayla while Fangmeyer was fucking Sarah Flasker, whose sudden appearance after the trial was met with shock, confusion, and above all, anger.
As it turned out, Sarah had become disillusioned under her employment with Axis. So much so that she reached out to Nick's posse for amnesty. In exchange, she would give them as much information as she could about the animals she worked for. And while Nick was still quite sour at the lovely vixen for her hand in kidnapping his son, he was at least willing to hear her out. But, on the night that Nick was to meet with her…well, Sam O'Brian ended up in the hospital.
Needing to get as much information as he could regarding the events that lead to his old friend being seriously injured, Nick had sent Fangmeyer instead. And needless to say, both the tiger and vixen instantly became enamored with each other. They even found themselves in a seedy little dive-bar, with horrible bear and the worst food anyone ever had…And they just stayed there, playing darts until the sun came up.
Of course, while Nick wasn't too thrilled about Fangmeyer falling in love with one of his son's kidnappers, the tod still couldn't bring himself to turn her away, not just because of the information she had, but because of the way she obviously made Fangmeyer happy. And as Richie observed, the two definitely seemed to be made for each other, both figuratively, and literally, as Sarah's smaller, shapely frame seemed to fit perfectly against Fangmeyer's larger one as he stretched her tight pussy.
"I was surprised that Fangmeyer was dating your sister even after she tried to kill me and helped to kidnap Nick's son," Richie panted as he held down Kayla's head, the vixen gagging as the tip of the huge cock poked the back of her throat as her soft tits massaged the rest of his shaft. And as she continued to work Richie's saliva covered cock, Fangmeyer, who had caught Richie's remarks, offered a rebuttal in the form of a combination laugh/moan.
"What can I say? I love bad girls and Sarah is no different. Besides, she's a naughty vixen who loves a good fucking," Fangmeyer panted as he held Sarah in a full nelson, shoving his massive dick all the way into her stretched pussy as wet slapping sounds were made thanks to the abundance of juices leaking from Sarah's pussy, a noticeable bulge in her stomach courtesy of the god-like dick inside of her. But as the tiger pounded away at his lover, Richie couldn't help but be jealous of the pair, namely Sarah.
In truth, Richie and Fangmeyer had a bit of a history. As the others had found out at some point, Richie and Fangmeyer had gone to the same high school and had been the best of friends. They were even the star players on their school's soccer team. They practically did everything together…and everyone. There was even one time the team fucked the entire high school cheer squad after a game shortly before their graduation day, their cum-covered bodies a sight to behold. But it was after the girls had cleaned up and went home that Fangmeyer had informed Richie that he had been accepted to the Zootopia Police Academy, and didn't know when they would see each other next.
When Richie had heard this, he didn't know what compelled him to do it, whether it was Fangmeyer's handsome face, his fit body or his hard foot-long cock, but he had pulled Fangmeyer into a deep, tongue-filled kiss. At first shocked, Fangmeyer eventually melted into the kiss, straddling one of the locker room benches as their moans mingled and their hands explored each other, culminating in them rubbing their re-hardening cocks together. It was then that both shepherd and tiger revealed a mutual attraction to each other, even going as far as to say they loved each other. And in the end, Fangmeyer and Richie ended up being the other's first bi experience, the shepherd shuttering at the memory of Fangmeyer's strong hands grasping his then lean hips, bouncing him up and down on his tiger cock until he erupted deep into his new lover's tight asshole.
"God! Go faster, Fangmeyer!"
Richie was pulled from his reminiscing as Sarah yelled, Fangmeyer kissing her hard, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she was thrown into a mind-numbing orgasm. And as her tight walls contracted around Fangmeyer's dick, this proved too much for the former police officer who hilted his dick in her pussy once more before it began to violently throb, firing ropes of thick cum into the vixen's spasming cunt, her belly soon distended a bit from the huge amount of jizz being pumped into her needy womb.
"Oh, Richie!"
Richie found his attention taken from the hot display by Diane, the sexy vixen, dressed in a black jumpsuit reminiscent of her old Crimson Paw outfit, sauntering her way up to her friend, hand in hand with her sexy, nude fiancé, the pair followed closely behind by Lilly and Kate, both sisters accompanied by their studly husbands, all four of them fully nude, wet and hard.
"Diane and I can't thank you and Wolf enough for helping us out," Lilly said.
"And so, we would like to give you and Wolf a special reward as an early wedding present," Garth said with a seductive smile, the typically straight dancer displaying a more adventurous side as he went and stood behind Humphrey, who could only moan as the stud took a firm hold of his ass, the russet male spreading the grey ass cheeks before pressing the tip of his cock against Humphrey's pucker until it disappeared into the warm depths, Kate adding to the already mind-numbing experience Humphrey was having by dropping to her knees and swallowing his cock all the way to the knot.
Upon seeing that Garth was completely distracted by the tight ass gripping his cock, Diane took Richie to one of the vacant lounge couches while Lilly took Mr. Wolf to one of the empty stages. And once Richie was on the couch, Diane got up on the table and began to slowly remove her jumpsuit. And as she did, Richie was receiving her amazing tits slowly revealed as she pulled down the zipper, her breasts freed from their prison, and let's just say the handsome shepherd was unable to resist them as he lunged forward, taking Diane's left nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it like it. While doing this, his hand went up to the vixen's right breast and began to knead the soft melon, his palm rubbing her erect nipple with great vigor.
"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, all while not too far away, Wolf was laying on his back, his cock fully engulfed in Lilly's throat, the white beauty gagging every time she kissed his knot. And as Lilly stuffed her throat, she was smothering Wolf's face with her nice round ass. And it wasn't long before she felt wolf adding to the hot 69, his nose slipping up into her asshole, followed soon after by his tongue that dove deep into her pucker. But eventually, Lilly received quite a pleasant shock as Wolf suddenly switched from her asshole to her pussy, the former criminal tongue fucking her to a gushing orgasm.
By this point, 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, who continued to scream in pleasure as he thrusted his huge dong into her tight ass, her eyes rolled into the back of her head in pure pleasure as Wolf's dick stretched her abused asshole.
"You like my huge cock, Lilly?" Wolf practically growled as he smirked deviously at the female, said female'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 arousal from her head, Lilly turned her head to look at Wolf.
"It's so good," she responded, a playful tone to her voice as she smiled at the studly male, whose rock-hard dick began to throb violently in her abused ass.
"Lilly, I'm cumming," Wolf moaned as he crammed every inch of his cock to the base into Lilly, his knot breaching her tight ring with a resounding pop. And it wasn't two seconds after this that Lilly was filled with the piping hot feeling of copious amounts of fertile wolf jizz flooding her bowels, the warmth of Wolf's seed, combined with the fact that the excess amount was making her stomach swell a bit making Lilly cum as well, her toes curling as her heavy reserve of juices squirting out and onto the floor.
"Fuck," Lilly groaned, causing Wolf to chuckle as he pulled out of Lilly's ass, the excess cum inside immediately dripping out as he sat on the couch, his hold on Lilly released, allowing the cutie to fall on her knees in front of the male, the woman immediately swallowing his dick in one go to clean it off. For a few minutes, Wolf sat in silence, simply opting to enjoy the sight and feeling of Lilly sucking his dick. All the while watching his fiancé have fun with Richie, who 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, he could see that the sexy tiger had formed a bi-train by fucking Garth, who fucked Humphrey who fucked Kate. So turned on by the sight, 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 with Richie's face and he took it in his mouth and started sucking.
"Richie, you always have been a good friend of mine and one of my favorite lovers," Fangmeyer moaned.
Richie pulled Fangmeyer's dick out as he stroked it.
"You too, Fangmeyer," he said as Fangmeyer leaned down and kissed Richie, their tongues instantly meeting in a dance of raw passion, deep moans escaping their throats before Fangmeyer pulled away from Richie, silently gesturing for her to get off of her partner, which she did with a knowing smile. And before Richie knew it, he was on his knees, Fangmeyer standing in front of him, gently grabbing the back of his head as he laid his cum-covered cock against his friend's right cheek, Richie having to close his eye to prevent it was being poked out.
But the moment that heavenly smell hit his nostrils, Richie, in a state of drunk euphoria, wrapped an arm around Fangmeyer's waist as the other moved down his thigh, grabbing a firm butt cheek and one of the tiger's knees for stability as he released an arousing high-pitched, feminine moan, like a horny bitch as he began to tenderly pepper Fangmeyer's cock with small, loving kisses while at the same time dragging his tongue along the length, savoring the salty, musky taste as he did. And all Fangmeyer had to do was watch as his friend and lover worshiped his meaty cock, the larger male occasionally slipping an inch or two past Richie's lips to let him suckle on the huge tip.
Meanwhile, Diane had been watching the hot scene off to the side, the lovely vixen hooking two fingers into her gushing pussy while the other molded her heavy tits. But at some point, Diane had received help in her mammary stimulation by Richie and Fangmeyer's respective girlfriends, both Kyal and Sarah giving the former their some tender loving as they fondled her tits, both girls taking an erect nipple into their mouths as they began to suckle on the milk-filled chest bags, both soon being rewarded by the life giving liquid that squirted on their tongues. This alone brought back to Diane memories of when she breast fed her son.
By this point, Richie had taken to deep-throating Fangmeyer's cock, the shepherd going rough on himself as he began to deliberately choke himself on the huge piece of meat. The sight alone turned the three vixens on so much that eventually Diane found herself standing, her pussy and ass being assaulted by the two sister's tongues, Kayla and Sarah also adding to their pleasure by engaging in the incestual depravity that fox's had become known for as the they grinded their pussies together, both moaning into Diane as their sensitive clit rubbed together, all while watching Richie blow Fangmeyer.
"I love your big cock," Richie whispered against Fangmeyer's saliva-covered cock as he pulled away, the tiger smiling as he finally stepped back, causing Richie to let out a whine of protest as he was deprived of his favorite cock. But after helping him to his feet, the tiger silently took the shepherd's hand. And the moment their lips met, not in a move of raw passion, but gentle affection, Diane found herself a bit surprised that some gentle affection got her off much more than hardcore debauchery, the vixen squirting into Kayla's mouth, the sweet nectar hitting her taste buds sending the vixen over the edge as she released all over her sister's crotch, Sarah herself being pulled into orgasm as well. And after they had come down from their orgasmic high, the three vixens just let themselves relax as they watched the loving display in front of them, Fangmeyer holding the back of Richie's head, keeping him close as they kissed.
But out of the corner of his eye, Fangmeyer noticed the three vixens watching the scene, wiping their own tears as if they were watching some cliché chick-flick. And to Kayla's utter surprise, she wasn't jealous. And it was upon seeing the three that Fangmeyer developed a very arousing idea, which began with him leading Richie over to the three girls, the shepherd soon finding himself on his knees, his muzzle buried between Diane's legs while Fangmeyer guided him to finger both the Flasker sisters.
For a good couple minutes Richie enjoyed himself. But for the shepherd, he was brought to new heights as he was once again able to experience the wonderful feeling of Fangmeyer pushing his naturally lubed cock in his ass, the shepherd moaning as his tight star yielded to his friend and lover for the first time in years. And for the rest of the night, Richie, Diane, Wolf, Lilly, and the others had hot sex all over the Moonlight Howl. And by the time morning came, well Diane and Lilly were happy that Claws and Scar had let them use the club as their refuge for the night, because everyone was either too tired or too sore to even move.
Unfortunately, the group was about to get their second wind the moment a certain per-historic hottie ran into the room, out of breath and drenched in sweat.
"Guys!"
The group were jolted from their rest by the sudden intrusion of one of the Moonlight Howl's resident sabers, Shira's wide eyes and frantic behavior erasing any annoyance as the others looked at her with growing concern. But after taking a moment to gather their senses, Richie, walking over to Shira, placed a calming hand on her shoulder, pulling Shira's attention to him.
"Shira," he said calmly, "what's going on?"
After taking a moment to calm down, Shira grabbed the remote to the T.V.
"You gotta see this!"
The moment the T.V. was one, the group could see that many of the major news networks were broadcasting the latest story. And when she saw the headline, Daine could have sworn that her heart stopped, along with everyone else in the room.
DIANE FOXINGTON: CRIMSON PAW ALL ALONG!
And at that moment, everything just came crashing down, the grim reality of the situation hitting the group at full force as Diane just stared blankly at the T.V., the stunned vixen continuing to do so even after it had been turned off for three minutes. It was at that point Wolf, greatly concerned for his fiancé, stepped forward, gently placing his hands on her shoulders as a way to hopefully comfort her. But the moment contact was made, Wolf had to jump back in surprise as Diane angrily screamed at the top of her lungs…
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
And unfortunately for Diane and her friends, things were only going to go from bad to worse. For at Redshore hospital, as the O'Brains and Dax were packing up to leave after Sam had been discharged, Nick, who had offered to stay behind and escort them to the airport, felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Upon grabbing the device, Nick saw that he had received an email from his wife, the subject simply labeled "URGENT!" And upon opening the email, Nicks eyes went wide as he fought the urge to throw up upon looking at the news article that had been attached to it.
"What's up, Nick?" Sam inquired, curious, and a bit concerned to see Nick in his catatonic state. Nick didn't say a word, instead showing the Irish-wolf and his friends the cause of his alarm. And in a matter of seconds, the three wolves joined Nick in his sudden fear as they read the headline plastered with his face.
ZOOTOPIA CRIME BOSS LINKED IN DEADLY ATTACKS IN REDSHORE!
And under that article was another, one which made Sam and Dax's blood run cold.
FAMOUS AUTHOR O'BRIAN FORMER GOVERNMENT AGENT!
Sam suddenly felt his knees threaten to give out, the blonde wolf moving to sit on the edge of his hospital bed, Terra rushing to his side as Dax merely braced himself against the wall. And unfortunately for the Texan, his stomach wasn't as strong as Nick's as he bolted for the joining bathroom, the sound of him expelling his breakfast reaching the other occupants of the room. But as Nick tried to wrap his head around what was happening, his phone rang, the caller I.D. showing it was his mother. Immediately, Nick answered it, but before he could offer a greeting…
"Nicky…"
Just from her voice, Nick could tell that his mother had been crying.
"Mom…what's wrong?" Nick inquired. But what Kayla said next, Nick wished he hadn't asked.
"It's your grandfather."
10 Hours Earlier...
Max Fay sat in the back of his limo as it traveled down the quiet road in the Rainforest District. But, despite the relaxing pitter-patter of rain on the windows and sunroof, he felt some great unease, like he was being watched. And if only he knew how right he was as a motorcycle, driven by a figure concealed in dark clothes and hood stealthily trailed the limo, giving a signal to his companion who sat in a side car. And upon acknowledging their partner, the passenger reached down into the side care to procure an AK-47.
The limo pulled up to one of the Rainforest Districts most prominent night clubs. And once the vehicle came to a stop, the drive, a smartly dress male rabbit jumped out, running to the back to open the door for Max, who took a brief moment to assess the area before stepping fully out of the limo.
This would prove to be his final mistake.
Before Max took even one step out of the limo, the motorcycle and sidecar swerved around the corner, the sudden appearance catching both Max and his driver off guard. But the true shock came when the sound of automatic gunfire echoed through the area, causing a nearby leopard couple to duck down behind a mailbox to get out of the line of fire, the male putting his body over his girl whose eyes screwed shut as she covered his head. And after a good ten seconds, the gunfire stopped, the sound of screeching tires hitting his ears as the assailants moved on.
Slowly rising from their hiding spot, the couple looked across the street to the now bullet-riddled limo; windows were smashed in, the sides were peppered with bullet holes. But the true shock came when they saw the rabbit driver lying in a pool of his own blood, his open eyes staring up at the sky while, nearby, the couple could see the form of what appeared to be a fox, sitting in the back of seat of the limo, his own eyes open and staring into he distance as a thin line of blood trickled from his mouth.
Max Fray…was dead.