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Cherry enveloped my length with his tender lips, tongue teasing my cocktip and fingers caressing my delicate orbs in his palms. My moans became panting growls the further he wrapped my length in wet warmth. I bucked my hips, one paw resting between his heated ears and tail wagging against his bare stomach, my cock enraptured by him. The ocelot certainly knew how to pleasure a male specimen, worship and devote them with his mouth. As I gripped his bobbing head and the sheets, one final thrust and Cherry's talented tongue made me cum.

"Mfh, ah good boy, good boy! Fuck!"

A minute later, I hear him gulping every drop of my seed, and watch him lick his maw clean before offering a blushing, adoring smile. I returned it in equal kind, until I suddenly noticed a car outside screech to a stop outside the window.

My fur sharpened up. "Get down!"

I pulled the startled ocelot with me onto the floor as machine gunfire caused glass to sprinkle over us. Holding him underneath me, I scooted us far from the door while the motel room's walls were shredded. It wasn't until several seconds later that everything turned silent.

"Cherry," I hissed softly, handing him a key from my nearby coat. "Get dressed and hurry to my apartment. Don't stop anywhere, don't talk to anyone. Just go."

The ocelot blinked back to reality, nodding, "O-Okay...okay."

Shame filled the pit of my stomach, but there wasn't time to waste. No time to grab my shirt by the bed or his Kevlar vest across the city. Thank God I had my shoes and pants. Bursting outside though, I didn't hesitate at bolting towards the fleeing car. And before the pathetic ride could burn enough rubber, I jumped onto the back and clung to it for dear life.

"Oh fuck, the bastard on us!" a voice said as the car swerved left and right, only for my claws to grip the metal sheen. "What're you waiting for, Dan?! Kill him now!"

'Dan' shouted, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

I ducked along the trunk right as further gunfire caused the back window to explode in shards. Pedestrians and cars screeched and screamed at the ensuing chaos, to the point of me wondering how long this would go until somebody (other than them) would die tonight. So far, I could tell there were two occupants, both canines. Either way, the shooter's magazine eventually emptied into faint clicks.

The car slowed, and Dan murmured aloud, "Is he dead? Did we get him?" Without a single beat, I pulled myself from the top of the trunk and onto the roof of the car. "Floor it!"

Once again, I gripped onto the roof for dear life, our speed far beyond the speed limit. The car made a sharp left turn onto a more crowded road of cars, all of them honking and veering from these maniacs behind the wheel. Our speed picked up as we passed by fewer and fewer cars, the neighborhood blurring into dark, rundown buildings and abandoned shops.

"I'll get him, Harry, just gimme your gun!"

"Fuck no! I'm not letting you put holes in my car!"

Unchecked potholes caused the car to bump up and down, and me to setting a foothold on the roof. Compared to my past contracts and fleeing targets, this wasn't the worst, but not the easiest either. Meanwhile, the car didn't cease swerving or accelerating. Not until minutes later when the driver, Harry as I noted mentally, decided to suddenly stop.

I flew several feet onto the cracked asphalt road. My body rolled several times until I lay with my back against the rough ground, the vehicle's headlights barely blinding me compared to the intense whiplash.

"Dammit..." I groaned tiredly. Apparently, my unprotected back landed on the glass shards of a litterer's beer bottle. "Lucifer, God, or whatever! That smarts..." I set a self-reminder to myself that after this situation was over, I'd never leave my apartment without the goddamn Kevlar ever again.

Suddenly, a roaring engine pulled me back to reality, and I sat up in time to see the car rushing towards me.

"Fuck me!"

Within mere seconds, I pushed myself off the concrete ground and hurled myself forward into the incoming car, right as the bumper nicked my shoes. The windshield shattered as my body flung itself upright into the backseat.

"Holy shit!"

"He's a fucking demon!"

Moments later, my fingers found a gun beside me, and I pointed it up to 'Dan'.

"Why were you trying to kill us?" I bared my teeth at the terrified boy, then to the wide-eyed golden retriever at the wheel. "Tell me now."

"W-W-We don't know what you're talking about, dude!" 'Harry' stammered as he slowed us down, ears splayed in absolute horror. "We swear to God!"

"Answer my question," I clicked the gun to the passenger's head, "or I'll fucking splatter your brains all over this interior. The motel. Why me and the ocelot specifically?"

"We...We weren't--"

"This morning!" 'Dan' confessed, "Some letter came in our mail, and it said someone paid our rent for the next five years, and said he'd pay us to kill this fag he needed silenced."

"Why?" I growled.

"We-We don't know!" the coyote sobbed. "We don't know!"

I clicked the gun's hammer. "Tell your boss that any idiot who shows up and starts shooting at us, me and the fag," without thinking, I angrily pointed the gun at the driver, "had better damn well be prepared to go to fucking war."

Bang! The driver collapsed against the steering wheel and the gas pedal, causing the car to as the passenger wildly screamed. Fortunately for me, I opened the side door and tumbled out before their vehicle collided into a wall. Unshaken and content, I walked away moments later as the surviving passenger stumbled from the car in flames.

Unnerved and ignoring my cuts and wounds, I walked back to my apartment, to Cherry.