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Disclaimer: There is M/M furry goodness. If you don't like it then you don't belong here. If you are underage, don't get caught. If you do, don't blame me. If you have an account I ask that you leave some constructive feedback so I might improve my writing. Thank you and enjoy. The shrill ringing of the telephone wouldn't die down as it made its obnoxious self known throughout the east wing of the large estate. The hallways of the manor were acoustically designed so that sound would bounce off the walls causing a fur to hear a needle falling from across the large complex. Gabriel Hawkins made it that way so that in case anyfur were to attempt an assassination, the criminal genius wouldn't be surprised. "Lefty!" a harsh voice erupted from somewhere in the complex. "Answer the mother fucking phone already." Pawsteps echoing throughout the hallways sounded as if a fur was running at top speed. A red coyote emerged in the doorway, slightly panting as he hurriedly made his way over to the source of the piercing sound. As the coyote held the ringing device up to his ear he took a deep breath to calm himself and stated the mandatory answer. "New Beginnings hotline," Lefty said in a high pitched feminine voice. "How may I help you today?" "Lifti," a clear and crisp voice emanated from the receiver. "Put Hawkeye on pronto, or so help me, you and your gang of miscreants will start taking up an impression of Swiss cheese. Understand!" the crisp voice raised itself up to the level of a beastly scream, which in turn caused the coyote to jerk his head from the receiver and drop the phone. Luckily, before the phone could make contact with the concrete hardness otherwise known as the floor, a scarred paw caught the phone. The coyote turned to look into the eyes of Gabriel Hawkins, the front man of the Four Vices. The otter's left eye had a scar running through it, the sightless orb milk white and menacing. The scar itself ran from above his eyebrow to halfway down his cheek, a souvenir from a fight with the notorious crime lord Stephen Koontz . Neither one had died in the fight, but they had each left their mark upon one another. Despite being blind in his left eye, the scarred otter was formidable and dangerous, using his reputation at Hashtain Saido and knife fighting to instill fear and loyalty in his associates. Gabriel was dressed in Italian silk, dark gray and black that must have collectively cost a few thousand. Lefty, looked away from his boss, and muttered out, "It's the Master." Gabriel nodded and gestured for him to leave and the coyote did just that, leaving a dust trail in his wake. He didn't want to be anywhere near when the Master was on one of his rampages. Once Gabriel was certain the coyote wasn't listening in he said into the receiver, "Hawkins." The voice on the other side calmed down considerably, but the tension was still evident in his voice. "Hawkeye, I'm going to guess that you didn't find the missing body from the Jensen's massacre. Am I right?" "Sir..." Gabriel began before he was interrupted. "Do you want to know how I know that, Hawkeye?" the Master said, hostility as thick as a horse's cock. "I've just had reports that an idol I had a bid on in the Roosevelt museum was just stolen." "What does that have to do with the missing fag?" "My information network has insisted that the thief, going by the name Rathe, is a white wolf, an apprentice of our mutual acquaintance, Mr. Michaels." The otter's eyes snapped wide with shock at the mention of his former 'close' friend. "Shadow! That mother fucking spiteful son of a bitch. He knew that we were going to strike the Jennings's place. He must have rescued that fucking wolf after we left. That bastard." "Yes, it seems that the jackal has become too much of a hindrance. No doubt he set is his little protégé to steal the idol. That specific piece was detrimental to our plans for national domination of crime, Hawkeye. It was going to finance a hostile takeover of King and Koontz and put us in charge of America's crime. Now I have to fall back on my secondary plans because you failed to kill a simple little faggot." "With all due respect, Master," the otter protested, his voice rising in anger. "If Katz's little prick of a son hadn't blackmailed us into killing the kid and his mate he would never have become a thief." "While the fox asked for his death, it wasn't my real motivation for taking out the wolf," the Master said, his voice emotionless, a sign of how dangerous the conversation had just become. "The real reason I demanded that you kill the twat Mateos was because King had his eye on him." "What!" exclaimed the scarred otter, his heart jack hammering inside of his ribcage. "Dean King, the second most powerful crime lord in the nation?" "Yes. He observed the wolf from a distance and my network has told me that King was impressed with his fighting skills. He was looking at recruiting him to be an axeman and with his capability at martial arts, he would have been a painful thorn in our side. So I needed him out of the way before King got his greasy claws hooked in him." Gabriel fell onto a sofa nearby, trying to calm himself down. If the infamous shark was really involved in this whole mess, then not only had the situation become even more complicated but it also had become equally as dangerous. The otter gulped for air and forced himself to swallow. With a shaky paw he said, "If that is the case, then what is our next step." "If Mr. Michaels is indeed training this wolf to become a thief," the Master's voice responded, "we want to make sure that neither of them interferes with our plans again. I suggest a visit to the Underground is in order." "Understood," Gabriel said, an evil smile spreading across his features. "I know just the fur." "Take care of it. Don't fail me again, my student." The Master hung up, and Gabriel dialed another number, making sure to press each digit with a certain amount of force. After a few irritating rings a fur picked up on the other side, silent except for the heavy breathing. "Rogers," the scarred otter said. "You remember our dear friend, Shadow, don't you? The Master and I believe a visit is in order. You know our policy on survivors...?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The range rang with the sharp sounds of gunfire and the atmosphere was filled with the scent sulfur and saltpeter. The range was nearly empty, except for two lone furs standing at the farthest stall. The german shepherd pressed a button and the paper target came reeling in towards where the shots had erupted from. He took it off the track and held it up to the light, his voice radiating with amazement as he turned towards the shooter. "Three in the head, four in the left cavity of the chest, one in either knee, two in the lower torso and..." the german shepherd left off looking at where the squirrel had placed her last shot. "Is something wrong?" the female squirrel looked towards James Welles, the german shepherd who was currently training her in the Black Ops. "Your last shot," Welles said, humor lining his voice, "was it really necessary to shoot the target in the crotch?" "If my opponent is male, then shooting him in the crotch would incapacitate him without killing him." She looked away and added under her breath, "If I deem that he is worth sparing." The canine placed a gentle paw on her shoulder, guiding her towards the exit of the range. "Rachel, I understand you want revenge, but you can't let your father's death get to you. Revenge will only bring more heartache and more pain." With a shrug of her shoulders, the squirrel shook off the comforting paw and turned to glare at the german shepherd. "And what do you know about revenge? He was my father. You can't deny me that right." "Do you even know who's responsible?" "No, but they killed papa with his saber. So whoever it is, they will have the sword with them. That's how I'll know who to kill." Welles sighed as they walked out the door and towards the Hum-Vee. He and Cajin Denia had been lovers many years back before Cajin met his future wife. He had been devastated when he learned that the squirrel had been killed and vowed to look after the squirrel's daughter in his stead. But Rachel Denia was making things difficult. Cajin had taught her a great deal of tricks and techniques from his days in the Black and Rachel was a talented marksman and fighter. But she was young, not even in her twenties and she was dedicating her life to the revenge of her father. It made Welles depressed to see such a young life wasted. But there was little he could do to convince her if she was dead set on killing the fur responsible for Cajin's murder. The only way to protect her was to train her so that if and when the time came she would be able to protect herself. Not only that, but training her brought back memories of the time the canine spent with Cajin when they had served in the Black. The canine just hoped for her sake that she would be ready. When they had arrived back at the safe house in D.C, Welles left her to return to his work as the Deputy Director of the FBI. Rachel sat in her room, and disassembled her new Smith and Wesson 40 caliber semi automatic. She made sure to oil down and clean every part so that the firearm wouldn't jam when she needed to rely on it. So concentrated was her work that she hardly noticed when a young male squirrel came walking through the wall of the room and made as if to sit on the bed. "So," Tommy said, "you really are going through with this?" "Tommy, I don't want to have this conversation right now. I already told you that this is the path I have chosen." "True," the males squirrel said, rolling around on the large queen sized bed, giving most of his attention to the design of the comforter. "But what happens afterward?" "What do you mean, afterward?" Rachel said looking up from her maintenance. "What I mean is, after you avenge papa, then what?" "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," Rachel replied, returning her undivided attention to the firearm. Tommy hopped off the bed and floated over on his back to where Rachel was sitting. "You will be a killer. Your life as you know it will be over. Blood will have stained your paws and you will be sent over the edge." "In case you haven't noticed, I've already been sent over the edge. After all, I'm talking to my long dead brother, aren't I?" Tommy smirked, showing a maw full of pearly teeth as he planted his face right in front of his sister's. "This is why I worry about you. What you need is psychiatric help, not some life changing vendetta. I want you to get better so that you can finally let me go." "Let you go?" Rachel asked indifferently, not paying attention to the pleas of her dead brother. "Aren't you just a hallucination?" "While I'm only in your mind, I still take on the image and personality of your brother from your memories of him. And your memories of your brother say that it isn't healthy for you to keep hold of me. This vendetta of yours, it's only going to make you worse. It's going to drive you to a place where you can't return from, both emotionally and mentally. And then, if you should gain your revenge, will there be anyone there? Will anyone care if you don't let anyone else in? You drive others away because you can't bear to lose anyone else. But you can't live your life like this, sis. It's time for you to let go of the past, and move on towards the future." A deep sigh escaped from the female's muzzle as she looked up with tears welling in her eyes. "Oh Tommy, I'm sorry. But I can't... I can't move on. As I've said," Rachel looked away to hide the tears now cascading down her features. "This is the path I've chosen, for better or worse." Tommy's form faded out as he shook his head, leaving his stubborn sibling to bask in misery. "There have been many furs who have wronged you in the past. I hope in time you can come to forgive them; most of all, yourself." Rachel was left alone to brood in the dark as she reassembled her firearm and pulled the trigger with an empty click. "You know brother, of all of those furs, I'm the only one I could never forgive. For what I did to you..." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sam Tippins stretched as he rolled out of bed and landed with an audible thud on the floor. He looked down at his boxers to notice the protruding crimson member jutting through the fabric. With a slap to the forehead he groggily made his way to the bathroom to take a blissful and much needed shower. While the water was warming up the brown wolf sat down on the porcelain toilet holding his paws in his head. Last night had been one hell of a party for him and his band, and as usual, one thing led to another and the lupine singer and his twin got overly drunk and started making out with the other members of the band. The wolf's cheeks heated up as he recalled snogging his vulpine drummer Haden. If Sam recalled correctly, the fox didn't seem to mind too much, but he was drunk as well. Truthfully, the wolf was unsure of the sexuality of the rest of his band. He was aware that they knew he was gay and that he had constant casual sex with his twin, but he wondered what it would be like to have a band orgy. Excluding his back up vocalist that is; females wouldn't be invited. Sam disrobed his boxers and rolled his balls in his left paw as he moved his right paw to touch the crimson meat sticking in between his legs. A jolt of pleasure shot up his spine as soon as his paw made contact with his throbbing shaft. A low meep eeked from the lupine's muzzle as thought about the awesome foursome with him and his band mates. He let his paw collide with the warming shower water so that he could lube up his vibrant shaft. When he was satisfied that his cock and knot were slick with water, he let his mind slip away to fantasy land. The vocalist imagined himself in the Twilite Breed's rehearsal studio and the raccoon, Andy, was approaching the lupine with a wild and lustful look in his eyes. When the coon was a few feet away from Sam, he unbuckled his belt and let his shorts fall to the floor, revealing that Andy wasn't wearing any boxers. The coon unbuttoned his shirt and slid out of it, letting his raised mast sail him towards the harbor otherwise known as Sam Tippins. Andy put his arm around Sam's waist and pulled him in close, locking their muzzles together in a deep kiss. The coon and the wolf's rigid shafts grinded against each other and spurts of preseed splattered all over the intertwined furs. As ribbons of flesh danced in their maws, exploring the nooks and crannies of their cavities, they humped into each other's cocks letting their pre lube up their meats. The band's drummer, Haden, walked up from behind Sam and wrapped his coppery arms around Sam and Andy's waist to massage the raccoon's fleshy rump as the fox's cock nestled in the wolf's crack. This caused a meep from the coon and a murr from the wolf as he and continued their make out session. Shale, the other wolf in the band, appeared, also lacking any clothes and sporting a six and a half incher. He tugged Andy away, breaking the coon's and Sam's kiss, to make out with backup guitarist himself. Haden turned Sam around and the two tumbled to the floor as the copper furred fox on top nibbled and sucked on Sam's neck. The brown wolf wrapped his legs around Hayden's waist, moaning and groaning in pure undiluted pleasure. The fox's thick and lubed pink shaft was in alignment with the wolf's tailhole, and Hayden didn't need any encouragement to hilt his friend all the way to the knot in one thrust. The grey wolf, Shale, had bent himself over, holding onto a music stand and exposed his pink pucker to the randy raccoon. Andy, positioned himself over the bent wolf, and laid into him thrusting furiously into his anal cavity. With each thrust from the raccoon, his gray furry sack would swing forward and collide with Shale's similarly grey sack. As the grey wolf was being mounted, he couldn't help but moan out in pleasure and ecstasy as his insides were being assaulted by coon meat. Hayden pulled out of Sam and flipped him over onto his paws and knees so that Sam could have access to the grey wolf's cock above him. Without hesitation and with great lust, Sam opened his mouth and accepted the offering of meat that was presented before him. Shale moaned out as Andy mounted him from behind and Sam went down on him in front, causing wave after intense wave of bliss and euphoria to come crashing through the grey wolf's body. Shale thrust into Sam's maw as Andy pulled out and withdrew as Andy pushed back in. Hayden kept jack-hammering into Sam's pucker, letting his fox cock wreak havoc upon Twilite Breed's lead singer. A red-brown vulpine paw made its way down to the lonely wolf cock that was being excluded from the fun. A loud murr escaped from Sam's chest as his need was finally being attended by the same fur who was currently massaging his prostate with a steel piston. Shale's knot had fully formed to the size of a tennis ball and as he thrust forward into the jaws of the brown wolf below him, the knot slammed into his maw and locked into place, causing Sam's jaws to be spread painfully open. Near the same time, the fox's knot slammed home into Sam's backside, causing the wolf to be tied in both entrances. The raccoon was fast approaching his climax and as he hilted himself one last time, he let off a chain reaction to shake the world. He sowed his seed among Shale's fallow fields, breeding him like a bitch in heat. The massive orgasm produced by the muscular raccoon was a sight to behold as cum came dripping out of Shale's pucker wherever it could. Being filled by the coon's spunk was too much for the grey wolf to take as he let loose his own geyser of fresh hot spooge, which splashed throughout Sam's muzzle. The brown wolf tried in earnest to swallow it all, but the hot seed came to fast and to strong and it started spilling out the sides of his muzzle and dribbled into a pool on the floor. Hayden's paws were working fast and furious. While his right paw was pumping the wolf's cock at the speed of light, the fox's other paw was squeezing the lupine's knot. With a howl that escaped through the seed coated maw and around the knotted wolf cock, Sam's own climax came into place flooding the floor with steaming ripe spooge that spilled out beneath him. As he rode through his own orgasm and the humping of Hayden's locked cock, his sphincter closed clamped like a vice around the fox's spire, causing the final climax from fox to gush and fill up the wolf with spooge and spunk galore. Every fur was still riding out their climaxes and filling up their respective vessels with warm bittersweet cum when Sam's fantasy shifted on him. Instead of being in a foursome with his friends, he was now all alone with a strange fur. His mind took a moment to recognize him, but then his eyes shot wide open. Now he was all alone with snow white wolf he had collided with yesterday. The white wolf's golden eyes burned with intensity and emotion as he his gaze seemed to pierce Sam to his very soul. When they had ran into each other, Sam immediately taken a liking to the white wolf, although all that the stranger did was apologize and run off to work. Nevertheless, Sam had a certain feeling about this fur; a feeling he only experienced once before and that was with his brother. It was deeper than affection and stronger than infatuation. An emotion of connection between the souls. Sam was unsure if the white wolf felt it too but he hoped so. The singer would have liked to get to know the strange fur better, but all that he knew was that the white wolf worked somewhere in Baltimore. He stared back into the burning golden eyes as he remembered them; filled with sorrow, filled with despair and filled with unconditional hate. Sam snapped out of his trance and his fantasy vanished. His eyes adjusted and he realized he was still in his bathroom, steam flowing out of the scalding hot shower. His brown paws were stained with his spooge. "Must have cum without even realizing it," the vocalist thought to himself. He raised his stained paws to his maw and licked them clean, smiling to himself before getting into the shower, "Waste not, want not." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A black cloaked figure made his way down the crystal embedded hallways of the subterranean hideout known simply as 'The Underground'. The naturally made cave system had been sculpted over the centuries, but had been discovered by an entrepreneur-like thief in the past decade. Within a year, the thief had personally installed a plumbing system complete with septic tank, and electricity for all the luxury needs. The black cloaked figure carefully stalked down one of the cavern hall, a white furred muzzle poking from beneath the hood. After seven minutes of walking he stopped in front of one of the doors and went inside. He cast off the voluminous cloak onto the queen sized bed that graced the near empty room. The fur beneath was revealed to be a tall white wolf, his golden eyes gleaming in the crystal light. He took out a small object from one of the cloaks pockets and returned to the hallway and down a few doors. After a quiet double knock and a gruff "Come in", the white wolf, Matthias Jennings aka Rathe, strode it to where the black furred red eyed jackal, Shadow, was seated in a precariously leaning chair. Red eyes met with a stony golden gaze as the jackal asked in a cavalier voice, "Well...?" Matthias couldn't hold his poker face for long as his stony features broke into a grin and he tossed Shadow from his first heist. The jackal caught the golden idol and examined it, reflecting the joy of the wolf as he hopped up and patted the lupine on the back. "Congratulations. You have passed the second trial. This will fetch a pretty penny. I happen to know a buyer who is interested in this very piece." Shadow strolled out the door and disappeared into the darkness of the cavern hallways, his black fur the perfect camouflage. As the jackal vanished to go lock up the priceless Aztec artifact, a lithe and well toned raccoon came strolling in through the same door, wearing a pair of tight shorts and an open vest revealing the black and brown fur patterns beneath. Leon squealed and jumped with delight when his eyes closed on Matthias and he rushed over and nearly throttled the lupine with his embrace. "So?," the raccoon asked. "Did you retrieve the idol?" With a broad grin the white wolf nodded, and the raccoon thief/chef Leon, aka Bandit, clapped his paws in glee. "Congratulations Matty! I'm so proud of you. There are only two more trials left before you become a real thief. And then we'll be able to work together. I'm so excited." "Thanks Leon," Matthias replied, his voice lined with forced happiness, despite the maelstrom of negative emotions swirling beneath the surface. The coon's hazel eyes stared into the wolf's golden eyes and Matthias' libido took over as he wrapped his arms around Leon and leaned down for a kiss. "Well shucks, isn't that just the sweetest thing," a voice gushed out from the entryway of the door. Matthias head snapped in that direction to view the final thief who made the Underground his home. Sudsy Malone, mood killer, came waltzing in and plopped himself down in a chair, the crystals' lights accenting his azure fur. His sapphire eyes snapped to where Leon and Matthias were still embraced and a smile formed on the hyena's muzzle. A blush sizzled on the intertwined pair and they nervously let go of each other, both embarrassed by the hyena's comment. "Oh no," the blue fur said. "Don't let me stop your fun. In fact, I might just join in." A wink of the hyena's deep blue eye caused the wolf's sheath to stir and he was contemplating a threesome when the jackal appeared in the doorway. "Hey you three. Someone's broken through the outside security of the Underground," Shadow barked out. "Sudsy, explore the southern caverns, Leon, the lower caverns and you," he targeted at the wolf. "Come with me. We have an unexpected guess, so let's not keep them waiting." The furs vanished from the recreation room and the blue hyena and the brown raccoon disappeared down the underground labyrinth as the wolf followed the jackal down a myriad of corridors and turns. He withdrew an automatic handgun from either side of his belt and passed one to the wolf. Apart from his tranquilizer firearm, Matthias had neither held nor used a firearm. However, his friends and his security depended upon dealing with any necessary enemies. It was a stepping stone to being able to avenge his mate, Daniel. He held the gun in front of him and down, making sure to keep his trigger finger on the outside of the trigger, so he didn't shoot the jackal by mistake. A thud came from the darkness ahead and Shadow motioned to the wolf for silence. He made a gesture that told Matthias to sweep around right and the jackal would sweep around left. The wolf nodded and moved forward, making sure to open his senses to all movements. He pushed his back to the far wall as he moved around so that no one would be able to surprise him. The wolf's golden eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and he made out a strange movement to his right. The form was nowhere near as tall as Shadow so Matthias shot at it without hesitation. Three bursts of fire erupted from the firearm and a loud yelp sounded close by. The wolf hurried forward to find a fallen body but came only to emptiness. It was too late for him to see the fur come sprinting from the side and crash into him, sending them both colliding through a hallway door. They tumbled in a mass of flying fur as blood splattered everywhere from the intruders wound. The strange fur pinned the wolf to the ground with surprising strength and straddled Matthias as he fished around in a knapsack for some item. The wolf's eyes had finished adjusting to the darkness and he could clearly see the creature pinning him to the ground. The fur was a small beagle, brown and white splotches now stained red with blood as he withdrew a syringe from his knapsack. Recognition dawned on Matthias as the beagle's familiar visage shook him to his core. The exact same beagle that ended his mate's life. He recalled it vividly, the beagle raising the large K-Bar knife above his head and plunging it down into Daniel's neck and as the life blood gushed from his wound so did his soul gush from his body. Matthias lay stunned as the beagle pinned him to the ground, raising the hypodermic needle above his head, containing god knows what, about to end the life of the lupine, and all he could do was watch the syringe cam plummeting down and his life was about to be ended by the same creature who killed Daniel. The wolf closed his eyes and smiled as the beagle plunged the syringe into Matthias' chest. "Daniel...We'll be together at last..."