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The Fallen Angel

Angel looked out over the city scape before her. Taking a deep breath, she leaned against the motorcycle and looked down at her pack of smokes. She was almost out again, and would need to get another pack soon. The heavy hand that landed on her shoulder was gentle as it pat her. More than a parental affection, but distanced as if it knew the wolfess was not completely receptive to its touch.

"Sweetie, we need to rest. You haven't slept in almost two days. And you smoke like a chimney stack in a coal town," Billy said as he looked down at Angel. Billy was a massive husky-malamute mix. He was nearly eight foot tall, and over three foot broad at the shoulders. His right eye was made of glass, and his right arm was a prosthetic that gave him frequent trouble. His tail was completely missing, and one could see the burn scars through his fur. He was fueled by nicotine and coffee at this point and he looked it.

Angel looked up at her adoptive father as he spoke, and nodded softly. Lighting her cig the winged wolf leaned against her motorcycle and let out a long slow sigh. Her tail swayed softly, as she flicked her wings gently. Her eyes were watching the city for a sign. After almost five minutes her cig was at the butt and she had seen no signs.

She could smell the scent of blood and magic in the air. It permeated the city before her, and yet she could see and sense out nothing to pinpoint the source. Her thick white fur bristled as she zipped up her leather jacket. Straddling the bike, she started the 1200CC engine and revved it a couple times. The heavy thrum of oversized pistons filled the air around her with a chest shaking sound.

As the group pulled back onto the highway, Angel drove in front. Behind her was Billy's SUV, and behind that a large, black, TV station type van. Angel was watching for a specific something. They needed a motel with internet access. The reason being is that Lola and Sierra were not active combatants. The pair of them dozed in the back of the TV van as someone else drove.

Lola was a very quiet vixen, and her body was very plump and soft. She was overweight and out of shape. However she could make a computer sing and dance like it were something alive. Her technical skills were the best in the group even for her young age of 18. Sierra was an older German Shepherd, grizzled from years of police work on unsolved cases and hardened inside from over a decade of finding victims' bodies tossed out like trash. While he knew his way around guns, he was too old for most of the work they were doing in the field.

It was only four of them in the field; Angel was the raw power, often the tip of any attack they made. Her durability, magical flame control, and her otherworldly rage made her the perfect weapon against most anything demonic they came up against. She was trained in multiple forms of martial arts, and could carry large caliber weapons as if they were light weight. She was also very hard to kill, which made it better for her to take the first attack from any enemy.

Right behind her in terms of power and ability was Asteria, a vampire vixen. Her stealth and cunning were the best in the group. She was hundreds of years old, with the experience of ages of stalking and killing her own kind. It was not so hard for her, and she had the ability to walk in the sunlight. It was only in the light of a full moon that she burned. The vixen was driving the van, and glanced in her mirror at the pair sleeping in the back. She smiled a bit, before giving a yawn herself. Being undead did not make her immune to the need for slumber and food. It just made her body immune to the decay of time.

In the line up after her was Billy, a war veteran and often the direct back up to Angel. The large male was fond of his adoptive family. He tended to see himself and Sierra as the fathers of everyone with Asteria as a sort of mother, though that did nothing to stop the sexual exploits of the whole group. It was as if they were both kin and lovers all around. Not that that bothered the big guy in the least. He was more inclined to care about the girls getting pregnant. If either of the three of them got pregnant, there was no way he was letting them into the field at all.

Riding with Billy was a small feline. He was the last in the field line up. His black and white fur was a flame pattern of swirls and blotches. Benjamin Oliver Jones, or Bojo for short. He was a small feline, lithe and curvy. He often dressed like a twink and loved to entice any male or female he came across. He was flamboyant and outlandish. However he was over 900 years old, skilled in ancient magic, and Alchemy. The feline wore a gold chain necklace on his neck, at the end of which was a baseball sized stone of blood red color and glowing shimmer the likes of which were unnatural.

The only one among them that knew how to wield the power of the Philosopher's Stone; Bojo was an alchemist from an ancient time. His power rivaled even Angel's magic, though it was limited by his concentration. His alchemy and magic required far more focus than her own, which was naturally a part of her very body. Billy was watching the motorcycle in the front as it began to sway a bit. Angel was getting ready to turn and was adjusting her weight to keep from tipping over. She was top heavy with her thick wings, and the least bit of weight shift could topple her motorcycle over... again.

As she pulled off the highway, Billy flipped on his blinker and followed suit. Angel had spotted what she was looking for. As the three vehicles pulled into a quiet motel with open parking, the massive husky mix reached over and pat Bojo on the shoulder. The feline awoke and stretched.

"Sup dad?" he asked softly. Blinking against the fading light of the sun just peeking over the building, the cat sat up fully and rubbed his face. His whiskers bristled as he saw they had stopped finally. Hopping out of the car he reached to his wallet. He was their money keeper, though that didn't matter as he often used his alchemy to make copies of bills, identical down to the very molecules of the fabric used to make the bill.

He was heading for the office when he noticed they were the only ones there. He paused and looked back to Asteria as she climbed out of her seat. The vixen slowly reached a paw to her back, where she kept a blade hidden. The area was too quiet, and it made them all nervous. They could see police tape on an old building across the street, however it looked as though it had been there for years. Billy shifted his weight, putting a hand under his jacket and gripping the revolver in the chest holster.

Angel walked past them all to the office window and thumped on the glass. After a moment the light came on and the manager came forward. He looked nervous. But when Angel said they would be taking several rooms for multiple days, he brightened up. Not used to having such business so suddenly had startled the guy. Angel looked him over, noticing he was a mixed breed canine. Though she also noticed he eyeballing her chest. Unzipping the leather jacket she pulled her shirt down for him. Her breasts popped free and bounced in the fading daylight.

"Like what you see?" she asked plainly. He stared, dropping his pen as she made certain to press her tits against the dusty glass enough that the male could see just how full and round they were. Billy made his way over and pulled her off the glass. Scolding her for teasing the poor sod, she spit and lit herself a smoke as she said she was gonna offer him some fun as well.

The manager was bewildered, even as Bojo stepped in to pay him and tell him that the group really was alright. They had just been on the road for a week, and everyone was on edge. The manager nodded, but kept eyeing the wolfess as she started arguing louder with the husky mix. It finally ended when Lola got between them and held up her paws. Instantly both settled down and apologized.

As the group moved to the three rooms they got, Bojo was looking over the stuff in his bag. His supplies for making more cash were running low, as were a few other things he needed. Angel glanced over and noticed, before looking in her own bag. She was out of shampoo, her comb and brush were busted and she was almost out of smokes. Looking to the others, they all seemed to have the same look on their faces. Everyone was almost out of stuff.

Angel nudged Bojo and whispered to him about a shopping trip. He rubbed the back of his neck and said he would have to make some more cash. She nodded, asking him how much he could make. He looked in his bag again and told he that he had enough to make a few grand, no more. She nodded and opened the door for him. As he moved to the large single bed in the room, the wolfess tossed her bag to a nearby chair. Then she removed her jacket and her top. Tossing them aside she let her bare breasts hang free in the cool air of the room. She was comfortable at this temp, however she noticed that Bojo still had his jacket on.

Most of their group was not build for anything colder than 60 degrees. Angel walked over to the thermostat in the room, turning it up to a warm 75 degrees. As the heater kicked in, she stripped down further and moved to the back room. After a bit, the shower started. Bojo knew she was just washing the dust off. She had no shampoo to actually clean that thick fur with. He gathered her discarded clothing up and moved to the corner of the room. Placing the clothing in a semi neat pile, he moved to get his bag and begin his work.

Billy was sharing a room with Lola, and was currently helping her move a few cases of heavy equipment up into their room. The vixen was looking at her PDA as they began to set things down. She was downloading maps of the city, searching for blue prints of buildings, as well as local places that delivered food, and pizza places to dine at.

Billy set the cases down and shut the door. As he did, the vixen began to take off her top. He caught sight of the untold number of scars on her back. A lifetime of beatings before Angel happened to catch her. Her father had been an abusive psychopath. Angel happened to be headed home alone one night and overheard the sounds. She drifted up on her wings and saw it in the apartment across the street, as the male beat the young vixen relentlessly. The wolfess was swift in delivering justice and bringing Lola to the old trailer the group lived in. The young vixen had only been about seven years old then, and Angel was only thirteen.

Lola was stunned by both the sight of the winged wolfess bursting into the apartment window, as well as the magical display that seemed so much like her animes and manga. Angel left the old bastard's corpse a burnt cinder. After that she set a flame in the kitchen and poured all the alcohol she could find all over the counters. After that, she picked up the young woman and carried her through the air. The trip back to the trailer park was slow, and more like a dream to Lola. No one could fly like this while carrying another fur. Though arriving shook her from that dream. She was hurting, though mostly numb to the pain after so long. It was the gruff voice of a male that startled her and made her whimper in fear.

Billy had cussed the wolfess a blue streak for not taking her to a hospital, though he had to admit Angel was right that the police would be asking too many questions. Bojo was able to tend most of her wounds easily enough, however that did not help the older scars from a lifetime of beatings. As well the feline had to note that he could do nothing for her mental state. Angel decided to return to the scene to find out more, though the police had beaten her to it. The apartment kitchen was torched as was most of the living room. The fire department put out the blaze, and neighbors were telling the police they thought the young girl had finally had enough of the beatings and set her old man on fire. Though the smashed window, large claw marks, and strange burn patterns made it seem more like an invasion gone wrong.

That was how Sierra came into their group. He was the one saddled with the case after it didn't have a lead for almost a month. It took him another month to track Angel down, and even then he could not believe what he saw when she displayed her abilities to him. She was like some monster from his nightmares, or a demon from the old fables told in the churches the shepherd had never believed in. She was powerful, and with the vengeance of a very angry god. Though she seemed calm enough in the daylight and offered to let him speak to the rest of the team.

It was only after comparing his notes with that of the small group that he realized what was happening. All the incidents and cases he had been working for almost 10 years were all the results of their holding back the tides of a supernatural war he had no idea was being waged. He was watching the aftermath of battles no mortal should see. And it just happened that one night a witness had seen Angel burst into the apartment where Lola had been living. They were regarded as just seeking attention, but Sierra had followed that lead none the less.

Angel was not about to leave the shepherd to his job anymore. He had seen who and what she was, and knew where their home was. He was given a tough choice. He would either have to forget he ever met them, and erase all data about them from the police archives, or join them and use his connections to help them fight better. He chose the latter out of fear of her wrath. A fear, it seemed, that was unfounded as that night Angel gave the old shepherd the hardest orgasm he had ever had in his life.

Billy let out a soft chuckle as he remembered all that. The sound drew Lola's attention, and she turned to see him looking at her softly. He came to her and gently leaned down to hug her. She hugged him back, not certain why he was being like this but none the less happy for the affection. As she moved to her bag to get a fresh shirt, she started to chat about the local area.

Billy was mostly paying attention, though it was only half registering as he sat back on the bed and leaned his head on the pillows. He was tired and wanted to doze. Lola noticed and let her conversation trail off as she watched him slowly sink into sleep. He was exhausted. He, Angel and Asteria had all stayed awake most of the entire trip. Only short naps of about ten minutes or less had sustained the three drivers. Almost a full week of driving and the only time they took a break was to use the restroom or get food.

She heard the soft sound of Sierra laughing next door with Asteria, and the vixen smiled. Perhaps a bit of slumber was in order first. She picked up her PDA again, forgetting her change of shirt and just sending out a message to everyone else to take a couple hours to sleep before anything else.

After that she slid from her pants, leaving her in just her panties and bra. As she moved to the bed, she watched Billy breathe softly. Settling in beside him, she pulled herself close to him, and he instantly wrapped an arm around her in his sleep.

Sierra and Asteria were lounging on the bed, both in their underwear and watching the TV. Neither really cared about much these days outside of their little family. Asteria was like a mother to most of them, and though Bojo had her beat in age she was more mature. He was just still too child like to be more than 19. The vixen reached off the bed and picked up a pack of smokes, setting the ash tray between her and Sierra, she lit herself a smoke and passed him the pack.

They were watching a comedy, and laughing about how stupid it was. The pair were taking their time to relax mostly because they figured everyone else was already asleep. Asteria never actually slept like a living person. She more meditated for an extended period, though she only needed to do so once every few days. Her body went into a sort of short term stasis that allowed her to get the same benefits of sleep, without being in a state that dulled her senses. She could hear and smell everything around her in this state. As she was taking a drag off the cig, she looked at the setting sun through the curtains. Letting out the puff she turned her attention to the TV again and leaned back into the pillows.

She felt Sierra slide his arm around her shoulder and leaned into him softly. She had thought about giving him the bite a few times. She did feed on him with his permission, but only in small amounts and only from time to time. Never had she actually sank her fangs in and had him drink her blood at the same time. He was old enough that his age was starting to slow him down. It would only be a few more years before he would have to give up the game and retire. Though retirement in their line of work usually meant death, as the number of enemies they made through the years only increased with time.

The vixen looked up at him, smiling softly as he glanced down to her and blew smoke through his nose. Her eyes pulsed with that half damned glow, and he let out a gentle, pleasant sound that she took for a compliment. As the pair relaxed together, they heard the sounds of Angel getting out of the shower and then the exclamation of Bojo as she started to shake her wings off.

Asteria let out a snicker, and rolled her eyes. There was a short burst of argument before the pair settled back down. Sierra took a hard drag, finishing his smoke and returning his eyes to the TV. After a bit more his eyes fluttered to stay open before he felt the gentle caress of Asteria's lips on his shoulder. She whispered to him to lay back and rest. He only grunted in reply as he let her pull him down and turn the TV off. He was asleep before he realized it, and the vixen pulled the covers up around them.

As Angel stood naked in the room, she was looking at the stuff in her bag. She had one pair of pants, and a tank top that were clean. Pulling them out, she mumbled about not having any clean panties. Bojo snickered and shook his head, returning to his work. He had made about $2000 in twenties, and was sorting them out so that they could be given to everyone in stacks.

He knew there was a need for some secrecy, and only had a few serial numbers memorized. So he repeated them in sets, and put a paper clip around each set. This helped everyone remember not to give two bills of the same number to any one cashier. And since they often shopped at different stores, that helped it further. The only catch was when they were at a restaurant. There was always the chance that they would slip up, so they often sat at different tables, so that they had different tabs to pay.

The feline was almost done when he noticed Angel was not getting dressed. She was just sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked at her and watched her wings sag a bit lower than normal. He knew what was wrong, she was exhausted and hungry. She needed to eat meat rich foods to sustain her metabolism. The last week had not been very good for her. Her body was different than anyone else in the group. She was a being with a triple helix DNA, and her dietary needs were more close to that of a feral predator than a civilized Anthro.

Bojo set his things off the side of the bed, and moved up behind her. Sliding his arms around he, he felt the warm dampness of her fur press against him. Her wings on either side of his small frame opened wider for him, and he began to purr softly. She slowly leaned her head back, looking at him over her shoulder as he smiled up at her.

After a moment, she let him pull her down to lay on the bed. She was too tired to fight it, and figured that some sleep was better than nothing at this point. As she let him pull her down, she rolled over to face him. Her eyes closed gently, and she was gone. It was not until almost two in the morning that she woke up. The smell of various foods permeated the room, and the only light was the small lamp. As she sat up, she saw Bojo working on folding their clothing.

It looked as if he had washed their stuff, and was putting it away now. She looked at the table, and saw several boxes of pizza, multiple packs of Chinese take out, and four large two liter bottles of soda. There was also a fresh carton of cigs on the table. As she stood and moved to the table, he held a hair band out to her. Taking it automatically, she bound her hair up and then began to situate the food in front of her.

Bojo came to join her and smiled. The meal was quiet, as she spent most of it stuffing her face with bites too big for most people. Bojo told her what happened while she was sleeping, and that they had decided to let her sleep while they went shopping and to the laundry mat. He was in the middle of telling her that they all decided to have several food places deliver, when she let out a loud burp.

He giggled and shook his head as she leaned back in her chair a bit. She was almost halfway done eating, and was getting ready to relax when he noticed she was eyeing the stack of clothing. He told her to go shower first, that there was a few bottles of shampoo in the shower for her. She thought about it a bit, before returning to her food. It was almost an hour later that the wolfess was in the shower, having eating almost all the food on the table.

What she didn't eat, Bojo had either eaten or put in the mini fridge for later. It was as she was lathering her body for the second shower, that she noticed there was a lump on her arm. Pushing the fur back, she saw a large bruise with a welt. Her eyes fixed on the spot, looking at it more intently as she felt over it and her fingers began to glow softly. It was just a welt from impact, likely with gravel from the freeway. As she left it be, her fingers lost the glow and she returned to normal.

Her eyes lidded as she let the water wash over her again. She was quiet, calm, but hollow. Her emotions had long since been killed. She had lost her husband a bit over three years ago, and not long after that her second fiancé left her over the miscarriage of a child they were having. Angel was wounded deeply, and while she frequently had sex with everyone in her little family she barely felt more than mild affection for any of them.

It was as if she could not bring herself to feel more than that. She knew they all loved her deeply, and they made every effort to show it every time they were around her. Angel felt her massive curls fall forward and cover her face. She was alone inside. She was the only one of her species, she was wounded inside, and she was immortal. How long until she lost another friend or lover? If time healed all wounds, was it not also the source of all wounds for immortals? Could she ever allow anyone that close again? The only two that would possibly live anywhere near as long as she were Bojo and Asteria. And even then, they could both be killed just as easily as any mortal if the conditions were right. Angel on the other hand was much tougher to kill, to the point that she had taken a bullet in the chest at point blank range, and personally beat the living hell out of the being that shot her while she was still gushing blood from the wound. So how long would it be until she lost another friend?

As that question rolled in her mind, she heard the bathroom door open and close again. Bojo had come in and was standing outside the shower. He was worried about her, and she could smell it. She pulled the curtain back just enough he could see her face, and she asked if he needed something.

She already knew the answer, as she watched him slide out of his clothes. She let him into the shower with her, watching him as he picked up the shampoo and begin lathering her front softly. She knew she was already clean, but it helped him feel better so she left him to it. He was comforted by touching his loved ones. He needed to remind himself that they were still real and with him. He had his own inner demons to handle, and this was his comfort. After a moment she leaned close, her lips meeting his gently as she bent to his level. They embraced as the water poured over them.

It was in the hour before sunrise that Angel lay there looking at the ceiling. She was still exhausted, naked on the bed with Bojo curled up beside her. Her spade dripped his seed on the sheet slowly, as she just let the darkness of the room cover her senses. It was still a few minutes before the light began to creep over the horizon, and with a wave of her paw the curtains pulled close. The fan in the corner kicked on suddenly, as she pulled the covers up with her wings. She lay her head back and sighed softly. There was much to do, and yet she could only think of sleep. Placing Bojo's phone on the table by his side of the bed, she lay back down and closed her eyes.

Two hours later, Lola sat up slowly, her tail swaying softly beside her as she looked down at the empty bed. As she looked around, she realized she had the room to herself. Billy was already out. Standing slowly she stretched and looked at her PDA. Seeing the sticky note on it she pulled it off and reached for her glasses. 'Went to get coffee. Be back by 9' the note said. She looked at the clock and saw it was only 8:45 AM.

Moving for her cloths, she pulled her shirt on and reached for her pants. As she was pulling her pants on, she heard the subtle sound of Asteria's foot paws padding up behind her. The vixen cooed as the soft paws and subtle lips caressed her exposed fur. Then she felt the gentle graze of those fangs over her neck. Her fur stood up in excitement. The first feeding had terrified her, and yet it had also made her long for another bite.

"Mm mm morning Az. You hungry?" she asked as she pulled her long hair aside. Asteria smiled, seeing the spot that Lola had been bitten before. Asteria was always gentle, and always made certain to go slowly. As her lips wrapped around the neck of the plump vixen, she slid one paw to the heavy breasts. Lola panted softly as she felt the first tinge of pain as those sharp fangs slid inside the same bite mark. The pain faded quickly, and was followed by an intense pleasure that was more than just some pitiful teasing of flesh. It was a pleasure of the soul.

Asteria only ever took enough to sate her hunger, and always made certain to never hurt her lovers when she fed. It was only just a few moments before she was done, and Asteria slowly released the vixen's neck. The gentleness always made Lola feel at ease, and knowing she was not in danger of being turned unless she asked for it was thrilling enough.

As she watched Asteria lick her lips clean, the younger vixen pondered if she could do it. Becoming a vampire would make her stronger, and give her more use for the team. Asteria already knew what Lola was thinking, and wanted to tell her that usefulness was not what she needed to strive for. But Lola was young, and the vampire had lived several hundred years. She had learned the lessons her younger counterpart had not yet known she needed.

As she was looking in the mirror, she saw Lola looking at her. Lola was thinking longer than usual this time. She was actually considering it. Asteria turned around slowly, coming to her younger friend and smiling softly.

"Is there something you want love?" she asked in her Romanian accent. The woman was gentle as she caressed Lola's face. After a moment, Lola murred in a soft response before leaning forward and kissing Asteria on the lips. The vampire was a bit startled, but welcomed the affection. Lola tasted the bitter metallic taste of her own blood on the woman's lips. She held the kiss a bit longer, before slowly breaking it and looking Asteria deep in the eyes.

No, there was still hesitance in her young eyes. Asteria would not turn her this day. Gently holding the plump vixen close, Asteria stroked over her head, down the long brown hair. Kissing her nose she murred in return, letting out a soft yip. The pair hugged and caressed for a long time, until the sound of Billy coming back interrupted them. Asteria was loath to let Lola slip away, but was coaxed away herself by the strong scent that came with Billy. As he entered the door, he smiled and held out a couple flats with full coffee cups. Asteria moved to take them as Billy pulled the door closed. His other hand was occupied by a bag of considerable weight, and Lola caught the scent of fresh doughnuts. She felt her stomach clench and demand food, and the plump woman was not about to deny her body what it wanted.

She took the bag from him and set it on the table. After a moment, she pulled out the small box with her name on it. Opening it up she looked down at the half dozen sweet cakes. Cream filled and chocolate coated doughnuts were one of her favorite things, and Billy had gotten her six of them. She squealed in delight as Asteria chuckled softly. Billy sat at the table and began to set the boxes out. Angel of course had the largest box, and Asteria knew why. That wolfess had the metabolism of a rabid animal, and once she started eating there was no way to stop her until she was full.

The three sorted out the food, before taking a moment to eat theirs. The others were still asleep, and Billy wanted to leave them that way. Asteria was first to finish, and turned her ears toward the door when she heard the steps outside. Sierra opened the door and came in, settling down to eat with them as he grumbled in his usual early morning way. He was never a morning person, nor did he enjoy being up before noon. However the scent of coffee and sugar was enticing enough to draw him in. Bojo was next to appear, though slightly slower and almost half an hour later. He sat to eat with them as they all chatted lightly. Though his mood was more somber, as his thoughts welt on Angel's stoic and unchanging expression. Billy noticed and asked him about it.

"She's getting worse. Last night in the shower she was just starting at the drain for almost half an hour before I finally walked in there and got in with her. Even after the shower, during sex she was just... not there. It was like nobody was home upstairs. Lights on and house is empty you know? I woke up before she did, checked her body over and tried to make sure she was alright. Only thing physically wrong with her is that she's got a lump on her arm. Looks like something hit her while she was riding at high speed. Other than that, she's mostly healthy," Bojo said softly.

"Horseshit. She hasn't eaten properly in a week. None of us have. She needs a good day of sleep and stuffing her face to get her body back on track. Jerky and a salt lick are not food. And how the hell does she even suck on that salt rock?" Sierra said between his sips of coffee.

"She isn't the same as us. She's not mortal, nor is she the typical immortal. She is something altogether else, and she feels alone. She knows she is not like us. Bojo and I were both once mortal. She never was. That has to be part of it. And even then, she has different DNA. If she needed a blood transfusion, how would that work? I've never even tasted blood like hers before. Anytime I feed on her it takes me almost a full day to digest it." Asteria said as she lit herself a smoke. Lola pulled the pack from Asteria's pocket and lit one for herself as well before speaking.

"There is something we are forgetting here. Angel works in her own time. She will talk to us about it when she feels ready. She was an orphan from day one. She grew up on the streets after running away from the foster home. Billy picked her up one day when he caught her digging in the trailer park trash can for food. She grew up, got married. But her husband died, and even after pushing herself to go on and try to love again, her lesbian fiancé left her after a miscarriage happened. A miscarriage that forced Angel to choose between her lioness or the baby. Of course she would choose her lover.

"Angel came home to Billy after that, joining back up with the family business and just going along as the brute force. We may see how lovely and beautiful she is. But she cant see it in herself. She has always made her own way. Hell I can testify to that fact, she saved me from my father. Asteria, she found you in that back alley eating out of a trash can and hunting rats to feed your cravings. Sierra, you have to admit that you would still be at the desk in the station if not for Angel." Lola said before taking a long drag off her smoke.

"There is not a single one of us in this room that does not owe that woman something. We just need to be there for her, show her we love her no matter what, and prepare to help her in any way we can when she decides to open up. She has the strongest body, but the most fragile heart. We have to protect her too." The vixen took another drag and leaned her head against the wall.

Billy had been quiet the whole conversation, and decided now to stand up and picked up Angel's food and coffee. Moving to the door he told them he was going to wake her and make sure she ate. The husky mix entered the room with Angel and shut the door gently. Setting the food on the table he put the coffee in the microwave and set it to warm up. After a bit he moved to the bed and sat on the edge. Gently shaking Angel's shoulder to wake her, he whispered her name a few times.

Angel opened her eyes slowly, looking up at him before sitting up slowly. After a moment she slid her arms around his neck and just held onto him. Billy hugged her with his good arm and let her just hold the embrace as long as she needed. Angel was never given to displays of affection or needing a hug like this unless she was in pain. Billy knew it, and made damn certain to be there for her whenever she needed one.

As she slowly relaxed and looked up to him, he motioned to the table and told her to eat first. Angel nodded and stood up. Billy caught the scent and smiled a bit. Siblings as they were, the wolfess and feline had shared a lot over the years.

Billy moved to sit at the table and lit himself a smoke as he watched her eat. She was not a polite eater in the least, and was practically stuffing whole doughnuts down her throat with her fist. He was amazed she had never gagged on anything in her life. There was nothing to do but wait for her to eat. She was done and then downed her lukewarm coffee before standing up. She stretched and her back popped several times. Billy put his cig out and moved behind her. His arms came around her softly and he just held her against him.

There was nothing sexual about the act. The large male was merely trying to comfort his daughter. As she leaned into him, she began to sniffle. Billy knelt down, hugging her tighter as she turned and pressed her face into his fur. She burst into a loud sobbing, her body shaking as she gripped his back fur in her claws tightly. She screamed into his shoulder, even as her knees grew weak and he had to hold her up. She was destroyed inside, everything she had loved and lost was crashing down on her finally.

Billy held onto her until she began to calm down again, almost an hour later. Laying her on the bed, he stroked her hip gently and whispered to her. Promising to stay with her as long as she needed. Pulling out his phone, he sent Lola a message. He told her to have the others begin the investigation while he stayed with Angel. She was finally opening up and he had no intention of letting her cry alone.

After that he removed his shirt and pants, kicking them into a corner as he lay on the other side of the bed. She pulled herself close to him as he picked up the remote and then set the ashtray on the bed beside himself. Turning on the TV, he flipped through random channels until he found something entertaining to watch. Once he did that, he lit himself a smoke, and then lit one for her. As they sat and watched TV, Angel continued to tremble softly. Billy stroked her side with his good hand, letting her just rest.

He could hear the others getting the gear setup next door, knowing they were going to be pulling up data for a few days before they actually made a move. Hopefully Angel would be back up to fieldwork by then. Angel for her part just tried to relax and enjoy the warm feeling of his thick fur pressed against her own. Her paw waved and the heater kicked off, followed soon after by the AC kicking on at a high setting. They were both cold weather furs, and the cold air made both of them feel a bit more relaxed.

Asteria was setting up a SATcom relay in the window when Lola called her over. The vixen had managed to tap into a local phone line and linked to the dispatch database. She was already finding things that were so out of place she felt like they were in a comic book. The pair were looking over the list of locations and calls, when Lola called for Bojo to bring up a map. The moment he did she began listing addresses. Bojo plotted them out as fast as he could, before noticing the pattern.

They were all centered around a certain district of the city, where downtown met the suburbs. There was little chance it was coincidence. Something had a hunting ground there. Asteria went to finish the SATcom, before taking a seat at her own terminal. Once there she began to attempt to access the police database, wanting to know if there was any photos she could view from the coroner's office. She wanted to see if she could narrow down their search by making a list of possible beings. She could smell multiple vampires in the city, but most of them were nothing more than basic slaves, little more than thralls.

She needed to make certain they were not the cause. As she did that, Sierra and Bojo were pulling up the types of incidents that were listed in the tabloids. They had found that more often than not, the gossip rags held some truth, and could point them toward a new lead. They knew there were days of guesswork and elimination ahead. But there was still the chance they could help make it easier on themselves by working on theories now.

The group labored on, driven by junk food, caffeine, and nicotine. They were unaware of the pair in the next room. Billy lay back, his hands running up and down Angel's hips as she straddled his lap. She looked down at him with a mix of admiration and forlorn sadness.

"Dad... what have I done wrong? I thought I was a good woman. I thought I was behaving," she said softly. Billy could see it in her face. She was lost inside, aching for someone to tell her she was doing things right.

"Baby girl, you are good. You fight horrors that no one should see, let alone face. You protect people that don't even know they are in danger. You just had a shitty hand dealt to you. Sweetie, you know that you did nothing wrong. You never have. You just need to relax and open up a little. We all love you hun. I'm your dad. Nothing you ever do will ever make me love you any less." He reached his good hand up, caressing her cheek as she leaned down to him.

Angel was silent, just breathing as tears ran down her face. She was trembling, afraid to open up. Billy was trying to help her realize that she was loved by everyone. It was nothing to do with sex. She was loved, as a daughter, a sibling, a best friend, rescuer, and protector. She was just loved and that was all.

Angel leaned down, her forehead pressing against his as she closed her eyes. Her thick green mane tumbled down and covered their faces as she whispered softly. She had no idea where the words came from, or how she spoke the language. But she spoke in a sing song like way, and Billy held her close. He knew the words, as Angel had taught them what she could. She was asking him to just hold her close and love her.

Billy stroked her back, massaging her wing joints as she rested against him. There was no lust between them, no burning need to orgasm. Between all of them, there had always been one thing made clear. There was never to be a moment where one of them used another to just get their fun. It was never to be done like that. Sex was physical and fulfilled several needs, but it was never to be about just getting an orgasm. It was always to be about love, and shared experience.

Billy felt her rest against him completely, he smelt the scent in the air and his sheath stirred. Her warm body was so soft, as if her thick fur were a cloud he could caress. Her tail swayed slowly as she arched her wings up. A display he had seen before, and was familiar with what it meant. Leaning up slowly, he held her close and kissed her lips. She gave no resistance, merely slid her paws around him and held on as he rolled them over slowly.

Angel felt the bulge against her thighs, the heat radiating off him and she knew. Her eyes closed as he lay her back and began to massage her sides softly. Leaning over her he began to kiss her more deeply, closing his eyes and just letting the moment happen. The husky mix was gentle as he could be, though after a moment he reached up and disconnected his prosthetic arm. Letting it fall to the floor, he returned his affections to her in earnest.

Angel cooed softly, as one of her paws strayed down and pushed his boxers off slowly. His swollen sheath bulged with the tip of his impressive shaft peeking out. He was wafting his musk heavily, and she drank that scent in like it was a fine wine. There was nothing between them except a couple inches of space. Space she knew Billy would never cross unless invited. Her paws gently pulled his hips closer, as her thighs parted for him.

Billy was a bit surprised, but said nothing as he continued to kiss and caress her body. Feeling her warm spade against his tip, he bit his bottom lip softly. Angel was never a woman to lightly let any man touch her there. As his tip pulsed and throbbed, his length began to slide out of his sheath. He ground into her, letting his shaft grow right into her passage. She was hot and tight, and wet enough he could slip right inside easily. As she moaned his name softly, Billy smiled and let her guide him.

Her hips lifted to meet his as she crossed her feet behind his back. She needed something he had. His length was impressive, a full thirteen inches with a near softball sized knot. Given his physical size, he was always hesitant to put the full thing in anyone. However, Angel had taken it all once before. He had no doubts she could take it again if she wanted it. He thrust slowly, letting her feel every inch of it dragging through her tight passage. Angel tilted her head back, exposing the thick fluff of her neck.

Billy growled softly, nibbling along her neck as he rolled his hips in slow, full circles. Thrusting the entire shaft into her at each pass. His knot was still just a small bulb, and easily able to push in and out of her spade. He could feel her ripple and flex over his shaft. He could tell she was going to cum soon, and smiled, biting her neck he tugged hard, listening to her gasp and her hips jumped up.

Her walls clamped down on him as she trembled, and he growled in delight as she whined and moaned loudly. He kept the pace slow, but he made certain to thrust harder now. She seemed to love it when her lovers were a bit rough, and Billy wanted to give her as much as he could before he had to stop. Driving his shaft into her repeatedly, he leaned his weight down on her so she could barely move. He felt her squirming, that mild instinctual panic setting in as she cried out. Her first orgasm claiming her as his hips slapped against her thighs roughly. Releasing the bite, he licked over it softly as he whispered.

"Mmm tell daddy what you like baby girl. Tell me how to make my sweetie feel so good. I want to hear you say what you want like a wanton slut in need of good cock." Billy knew he was shit for dirty talk, but Angel seemed to appreciate it as she clenched on him again, her trembling walls flexing hard as she bit her lip.

"Dad...mmm fuck...Dad I want you to breed me properly. I want it deep and I want it all. Please dad...Please do it right." Billy's hips slowed down to a deep but gentle grind. He knew what she meant, and knew that more than likely she was asking him because he was the only man that she had ever looked up to. He taught her pretty much everything, and while their first time together made him feel so guilty, he remembered the glow on her face afterward.

Billy leaned up and brought his lips to hers softly. The kiss was gentle and deep. He closed his eyes as he felt her paws cup his cheeks. His throbbing shaft was buried to the bulb in her quivering cunny, and the wetness matted both their thighs. As he ground against her, he slowly slid his arm under her. Holding her against him, supporting her back as her wings spread out across the bed. She trembled as the sensations ran through her, feeling his claws scratching her back softly, his tongue dancing across her own.

The man had been her father for as long as she remembered, and had taught her the meaning of love. Billy opened his good eye, looking into hers with lidded gaze. His hips slowly pulled back until the tip was all that was inside her. As he thrust in slowly, he made certain that she was relaxed. He knew that getting his knot inside her after it started to inflate would never work. So he planned to get it in now and just let it swell inside her resevoir. As the thick base of his shaft met her puffed spade, he closed his eyes and pushed a bit harder.

She could feel his tip pushing at her cervix already, and knew that once he got the bulb of his knot inside that he would likely be pushing through her cervix. But she had felt him there before, and knew what to do. Letting her whole body relax she opened her legs and let him in. As his tip found the opening of her cervix, she let out her breath through her nose. There was a moment she felt the first tinge of resistance, and it hurt a bit. But as he ground slowly, working her open with gentle pressure the pain passed. She wondered just how pent up he was.

As his shaft slowly sank in fully, she moaned into the kiss. Tilting her head back and breaking their kiss as she gripped his shoulders. Billy smiled as he held still, letting her adjust to the sheer size of his full shaft. He knew he hadn't came in almost a week, and hoped she was not receptive. Not that he would reject the idea, it was just that their current situation not ideal for a baby. They were transients, living on the road and no ties to any town. That was no life for a child.

As Billy began to slowly hump, Angel gasped and tensed. She felt every inch of that shaft as it moved inside her, her tail curling around his leg as she closed her thighs on his sides. She held onto him, and let him lead. His lips dancing over her neck as he kissed and licked. His sac softly bumping against her ass as he mated her properly. There was no words passed between them at this point, for there was no need of such mundane things. Billy could feel her tightening on him, feel her body clenching and trying to milk his seed from him. He smiled as she writhed and moaned and begged with pleading whimpers. She was curling her toes at this point, digging the toe claws into the sheets. Her wings fluttered and the feathers spread wide as if she were flying. She was in blissful heaven, and he smiled as she came on his shaft again. Her juices coating his crotch, drenching her thighs as it ran over them and onto the sheets. She was always such a wet girl, and he loved how much of a mess she made when she was really turned on.

He had not seen her this way in so long, and he was not about to ruin it for her. He could tell what she wanted, and as his lips danced up her throat to her chin he murred to her. He could feel the tightness in his sac, the swelling in his knot. He was not going to hold back. He rubbed his muzzle against hers, before whispering in her ear.

"I'm gonna cum baby girl. Daddy's gonna cum for you." His voice was soft, not the usual gruff tone he had. He kissed her cheek and held close, letting her hear every little moan and gasp that left him as he continued to hump so deep inside her. She was moaning so loud, almost crying out as she clenched and her hips shook hard. He knew she was about to peak as well, and held her against him as he ground into her.

As she came, her rippling walls set him off. He could feel every thick pulse of his seed painting the inside of her womb. He was cumming so hard, he thought there was no way she was not going to get pregnant. That thought scared him a little, knowing he might father her child. But he could hear it in her voice as she muttered in that strange language of hers. He saw the faint glow filling her eyes, and knew she finally found what she needed.

He closed his eyes and just let it all happen. The orgasm rushing through him was powerful, and he rode it for what felt like hours. He was panting when it was over, holding her against his body as they rolled on their sides. His knot kept them together, as she pressed her face into his broad chest. For all the power she had, she was still his sweet baby girl. He would always be there in any way she needed, no matter what.

Angel panted softly, her body still shaking in bursts from the power of that orgasm. She was so warm inside, and could feel how much seed he pumped into her. With his knot in place, there was no way any was going to be leaking out of her for at least a few hours. She just held to him, feeling his arm wrapped around her and letting the world pass by.

Afterglow was different for every being. For Angel, it had usually been dull and mostly just a time to catch her breath before her siblings or one of her fathers asked for round two. But this was different, it was intense and made her feel as if she were completed. Even if it was just for now, she enjoyed it. Her tail was still wrapped around his leg, the tip flicking back and forth as she rubbed over his side with one paw.

Her walls were still flexing lightly, an instinctual reflex from eons past. She could feel the throbs as he continued to leak inside her, every so often pumping a thick gush inside her. The head of his shaft was inside her cervix. He had cum right into her womb. The odds were that she was going to get pregnant. The thought had once terrified her, and yet now she was calm and let that thought rest in her mind. She could be a mother, set aside her weapons and hunting to properly raise her little one.

As her eyes fluttered closed, she heard Billy whispering to her to just sleep. She tried to fight and get her eyes to open again, but something compelled her to do as he said and soon enough she fell asleep. She knew he would be there when she awoke. She never worried about waking alone. Her mind drifted into that deep sea of infinite possibility, and for the first time in a long time, Angel began to dream.

Asteria looked at the wall between the rooms, her eyebrow arched as her paws hovered over the keyboard. She had felt the small surge of power, and knew from experience that was Angel. Did the wolfess demonstrate something for Billy? Was she responding to a threat? Several questions popped up in her head, but each as unlikely as the last. After a bit she had a thought. Maybe Angel had lost concentration when she had an orgasm and her powers responded to a need her body had.

Lola came to Asteria and tapped her on the shoulder, making the vampire jump a bit. Lola bent down and rubbed noses with her fellow vixen before letting her know it was time to get dinner. Asteria smirked and reached a paw out, ruffling Lola's already messy hair before moving to stand and follow the group. There was a short-order diner nearby, and the group was fond of greasy food.

As they strolled down the block to get food, Asteria took a second to glance up at the window to Angel and Billy's room. The curtains were drawn and she could see the window was hazed over. They had the AC blasting in there. Shaking her head she turned back to catch up, popping Bojo on his almost bare ass with her paw. His yelp was sweet music to her ears, and she bared her fangs at him when he protested. His response was to jump up on her and latch on, digging his tongue in deep when he kissed her. Asteria loved their games, taking the kiss and holding him close.

Lola chuckled and rolled her eyes. She looked toward the restaurant, and told them to behave until they got food. Elsewhere in the city, Several other beings had also felt that small, but potent surge of power from Angel.

Seth flicked his red mane from his face, looking around a bit. The red stone in his hand pulsed as he felt a shiver run up his spine. He was confident in his new powers, but the sensation he felt from that pulse. It felt like death itself had tapped him on the shoulder. A reminder that something else was out there. Something much more powerful, and far older than himself. He wondered just what the hell that was, and made a note to pay closer attention to the feeling he got from the stone now.

Vivica was in the shower, and the surge awoke her demonic counterpart, Leandra. The demonic bunny told Viv to be aware, as she sensed it was still a few miles away. The bunnies were not exactly on edge, so much as they pondered what it was that sent out that pulse of energy. It rippled the magic fabric around the city, obviously powerful but subdued and calm.

Rachel looked up from her station at the nurse desk. She had felt it clear as day and couldn't help but smile. She had no idea why either. The energy felt so familiar, so calming. She felt... safe when she felt it. It felt as if the power was going to protect her. She would talk to Lea about it tonight. Perhaps Leandra had found a new spell or something of the like.

Mike Arctic felt the tinge run up his spine, the fox turning and looking in the direction of the motel. He could not pinpoint the sensation, but his Cold Fire told him it was ancient and evil. It was something a previous wielder had felt. It also told him the power he felt was just the tip of an iceberg of dangerous energy that had once wiped out an entire civilization. It was a threat he was not prepared to face yet. And worst of all, it was close enough to sense him out if he had to use his own powers.

The various furs were all aligned in looking toward that one spot, unaware of just how things were about to play out for them. At the center of their minds was a thought, what was that and why was it here? Billy continued to stroke Angel's hip as she slept softly. He could tell just how tired she was still. It would be days before she was able to properly function again. And even if the glow in her eyes had only been for that one moment, he knew that it was still a sign that she could be happy again.

He kissed her cheek and lay down fully as well. His eyes closed as he pulled her against him tightly. He was calm, and felt her paw grip his fur in her sleep. He let himself fall to sleep, figuring to take her out to eat once they woke up. There was always a place open late at night, and figuring that there was food available, he didn't care how long they slept. It was just peaceful for once, and the husky mix was thankful for that.