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Point of View: Ragnar

** ** Spring finally had set in and the snow melted over the past few days. It certainly was nice to get out right now and I would have no issues going to a supermarket for food, but for now I had different plans. It only took me about twenty-six minutes to reach the Embassy of the UL, and that was exactly where I needed to be right now. I entered with my innocent smile through the metal detectors and looked at the receptionist. "Good morning, ma'am. I have an appointment for a passport renewal. My name is Ragnar Baardson."

"Hold on for a moment," she said bluntly, just like I am used from the Motorvehicle Regulation Office back home. Fuck, she was also just as slow. "Ah, okay. You can actually go right away, I will let them know that you are coming. Go to room number 128."

"Thank you very much," I said with a faked smile and went through the door to get my grumpy face back on. Not that I would have much difficulties from here on, as I had not taken any metal objects with me. I carefully opened the door and went inside, where an old fox was already waiting for me.

"Mr. Baardson, we do have the issue that your passport will expire in two weeks, but the entire procedure will take months to complete. I hope you understand," he told me before I was even able to ask anything. It certainly made this a faster procedure. "I am afraid that there is not much else for me to say, you need to wait for the documents to arrive."

I gave him a nod and then took a seat anyway. "I am sure that we can talk about it anyway, so I am understanding everything. For example, as I now have my permanent residence here in Volkoinmaa, can I change citizenship?"

"Well, you could, if you went to the civil office in downtown," he replied with his glance going to the side. Perfect for me as I pulled out a small bag of laxatives from my pocket. A classic, but it should be efficient, if I get the right moment. Thankfully that dumbass got himself a coffee on the table. Just what is it with office people and coffee anyway?

"Mr. Baardson, I would really want to know, if your recent decision to move here is because you are no longer interested in being a citizen of our country," he asked with that judgmental tone only an old person could make.

"You know, the president portrait behind you just reminded me how much I wish to live in a country not ruled by that guy!" Gosh, he bought my over the top act and turned around immediately, giving me enough time to just put the laxative in his coffee. One of the cheapest tricks, but why scraping what works?

"Yeah, I must admit that a lot of people complain about him being supposedly a leftist, but I am not going to argue about your political orientation," he replied with a cold tone and a sip on his coffee to relax himself from my faked outburst. He would certainly relax with it.

He cringed a little bit after a few seconds, and stood up hastily from his chair. "Mr. Baardson, I must excuse myself, but I don't feel so well," he said and run quickly out of the room.

And I had the perfect chance to now do what I actually came here for. I went to his computer and immediately accessed the video camera to use the frames right before I put laxatives into that fox's coffee to cover up my deed, did the same for the time I would need to hack myself into his computer, and then deleted my digital footprint. Then I accessed the accounts of intelligence personal, which was pretty easy considering the amount of money they wasted on the security of that system, and looked for the projects of the last few years to copy that on my stick, a nice present from my client that probably used non-detectable parts, before I deleted my footprints again and went back on my chair.

It took that fox about twenty minutes to get back to me, and he was looking still distressed as he sat down on his chair again. "I am sorry, but somehow I got a really bad case of, well not important. I would recommend you check with the civil office in Downtown for your issues. Have a nice day!"

Certainly, I was going to have a nice day with the triumphant feeling of having basically made a fool of my own country. To be fair, it is easy, as I just destroy any form of trail that I even did something. But I am certain that my client wouldn't care either way.

Sure enough, she was already waiting in front of my apartment building. Not what I expected, but I guess even a good hacker can't destroy all his trails every time. My client was apparently a bobcat, so also from Lomboco. Well, that seems to be interesting. "Mr. Baardson? Or should I say, Mr. Lovefield? It would appear you have the information I asked for?"

"Depends? Who are you exactly?" I asked with a certain suspicion. Certainly because I was not sure how the heck she could know about my real identity, if I have considered almost everything to avoid this.

She however chuckled and moved playfully along the house wall. "Well, it would be fair to know each other's names completely. I am Elizabeth Jackson. Probably not easy to pick me out of all the others with that name combination, but I guess you will remember me," she said with a wink. "We may should talk in your apartment, I am usually very nervous in the open, for specific reasons."

I shrugged as I opened the door to the apartment building and led her up to my domain. "So, Elizabeth. Tell me why you need that data?"

"Because, and that is honest, I am sure that the events that happened lately in Angbrith have been caused by illegal experiments," she told with a determined voice that was thankfully not able to get through the sound-isolated walls of my apartment. But, I knew what she was talking about. Apparently someone went crazy and killed a few people and even cops before he was shot to death.

And, in all honesty, I would not call that crazy talk. The government of the UL already did similar things in the past. "What are you going to do with the information? Using the Freedom of Speech you are supposed to have? They are probably going to kill you."

"I have my methods to stay hidden," she replied in an unnerving fearlessness, which I would call dangerous. But hey, it was her problem now, and I only needed my money. "As agreed, you get 80,000 soluna on your account, in rates going on for the next year."

Well, that seemed reasonable. I could be claiming to make program during that time and call it a payment. Still meaned that I have to pay taxes, but it was a proud sum overall. "Great, was nice making business with you. And stay safe on your way out. And in general."

She only chuckled as she took the stick from me and went outside, leaving me alone in my apartment. Much to my pleasure, as I had now an entire day for myself and could just stay at home for something fun.

Point of View: Dejen

Oh goddess, that vixen certainly wasn't easy to please. I am just getting out of the shower, as she was still lying on the bed and dozing a little bit on it. "Hey, how are you feeling, honey?"

"I must say, you certainly know what women want," she joked and got up to give me a kiss on my muzzle. Oh well, she did pay for it after all, so why not? "So, Dejen? How was I?"

A question that was rhetoric and seductive, she knew she was giving me a hard time, in more than one way, and it did pay off for her pretty well, but I may as well give her some extra. "An hour well-spent. You certainly had me at the edge for quite a while."

Another chuckle came from her. "Okay, I will give your boss the payment, and some extra for your, sweet tongue." We both laughed at that comment, while she put on her clothing and went back out again.

As for myself, I probably could take another gal in and give her a great time. I do get 25% of the payment, so it is a great time for me as well, even with the stimuli blockers I take to keep up with it all.

Thankfully, the last job for the day was already entering. A female, oh goddess, oh great goddess! A lioness that is actually my age just entered the room and leaned nervously at the wall. "Hello, um. I am." Someone who really didn't have to come here in the first place.

I chuckled a little bit, as I could now play out with my charisma. "You are my lovely guest," I said with a very noticeable movement of my tail around my crotch. A teasing method that certainly worked well, as it put emphasis on my body without showing off the big price. "And we can spend the entire hour as you wish, my dear."

She chuckles a little bit, probably in the attempt to hide her hesitation in all this. With a slow step to the bed she glanced over my body and stroke over my chest. "Your fur is really soft." Oh my goddess, she was blushing. She must have been very new to all this, but I would make sure it wouldn't be the last time.

With a very gentle movement I went over her face and moved slowly along her neck over her shoulder to unbutton her blouse, slowly and with a smile on my face. "So, what brings you here to us in this house? I am sure a beauty like you wouldn't need our services."

"Well," she was now blushing even more and it took her a while to realize that I have removed her blouse and was already at her bra. "Let's say that I have a bit of trouble with the regional men. So, I was surprised to have someone from Sahilalssama in this city, and, one thing led to another."

I chuckled a little as I have had some people doing advertisement for me. Anyway, her pants and panties were still on. Not for long, though, as I slowly pulled them down and let her step out. "You only have trouble, because nobody here can handle a goddess."

That seemed to make her blush a bit more, but she was now more eager to get this going with me. I got up from the bed and let her lie down on it. After all, it should be as comfortable as possible for her.

At first I was finally revealing my member, still flaccid to keep this foreplay from going too fast, and gently brushing over her belly with my fingers, to then trail over to her chest. "What can I do for you, my goddess?"

"I will let you decide. My own experience is a bit limited," she replied with her tail mowing in expectation to my offer. Well then, I have a recommendation.

With my tongue I slowly went over her belly and followed the same trail I made before with my fingers. But, I got beyond that as I went over her neck and tickled her ear a little bit. My left hand meanwhile was on her backside, and caressing the spine gently before it eventually went down to her tail and then to her buttocks, which I massaged with outmost care. "So, you wanted someone from Heaven's Coast? But maybe you should consider trying it with someone here. Wolves can be extremely good husbands."

"I do have an eye on someone, but I am not sure, if he would like to consider a relationship with me," she replied while I was finally giving her nipples a bit of attention. She moaned a little bit before she continued, "He is, busy all day with his studies and I am not sure, if he can take a relationship right now."

Well, that explains why she picked a discrete place like our house of joy, though I thought she should give it a try. After she got her money's worth that is. "If he is smart enough to study, he should be smart enough to not lose a chance you are giving him." Now I positioned myself so that she was now able to feel my body a little bit more than before, with my member dangling right over her belly. Due to the stimuli blockers having faded for the most part, I gave her a few moments to decide, if she or I should get me started.

Much to my surprise, and pleasure, she decided to gently feel me and play with my testicles. It seemed that I have made her more confident to touch a male. And that was an understatement, as she was now playing with my length and leading it closer to its full glory.

And to give her now the pleasure she came for, I pierced into her pussy, feeling her deep inside as our bodies united. Great, I now realized she didn't give me the time to put on protection, but she is a different species anyway, so I just continued with thrusting into her at a slow pace to make sure our time wouldn't end too soon.

But she didn't make it easy as she had to grab my tail and play with its base to then slowly get over it towards the bushy tip. Nothing to enhance my arousal, but it felt nice with her delicate hands.

In order to spice things up some more, I now pressed my muzzle against hers and let my tongue wrangle within, while my hips moved back and forth in a harmonious rhythm. As I was feeling my body getting tenser, I slowed down the pace somewhat and concentrated to hold in for the time being, and instead increased the passion into my licks and kisses.

And I must have done a great job, as she began moaning and I could feel her clitoris reacting to me entering it again and again. It was probably at the time to let go, so I increased my speed to drive her closer to her climax.

She was however still showing a remarkable endurance for someone, who probably has very little experience. Eventually she moaned loudly into my ear and I could feel her tightening around my member, which now was releasing what I tried to hold back the entire day, while she also came a bit after.

Being exhausted after all this I moved to the side of hers and embraced her in a gentle hug to enjoy the afterglow with her. God, finally! My balls were aching already.

Anyway, we were lying in the bed for a while and just enjoyed the moment, till she decided that it was time to go. "Thank you. It was a wonderful experience, and I think you are right, I should ask him."

"Always a pleasure to be of assistance," I replied as I leaned on the bed like, um, well I was lying on my right side as if I was on a couch or this ancient type of lounger.

Without much more exchange of words she went into the shower room with her clothing and soon came out fresh and dressed. She gave me a friendly smile and then left to leave me to get a bit of rest from this session.

Eventually however work has to end, so I got into the shower myself, dressed myself again, and walked down to the lobby to say my goodbyes to the boss and step out into the cold spring air. A very cold spring air, considering that I have not lived here long enough to be adjusted to the difference in temperature. Ah, whatever, I could still warm myself up in my apartment once I reach the bus station.

At least that was the plan, but a few blocks later somebody was tripping me over, and I landed nose first on the ground. Fuck, it even broke my nose as I could see blood dripping down on my jacket. It was the least of my worries, as I was now pulled up and thrown on the road.

I was terrified, as I feared to be hit by an oncoming car. Hastily I got up and tried to ignore the pain in my shoulder as I ran to the other side of the street. I looked back and saw that it was Lukas, who was now walking towards me. Shit! Shit! Shit! I tried to run as fast as I could, but my legs weren't unharmed from the previous impact either, so he grabbed me again and I was pressed against a wall.

"Oh look at that, the little whore without his bodyguard," he said in the same arrogant and hateful voice he used a month back in the bar of Oskari. And then he pushed his knee into my stomach, making me scream in pain as his physical strength far surpassed mine. "Yeah, scream you little whore."

I tried to withstand the urge of my body to cry from the pain, I tried to focus to get free and ignore the ache, but he was overpowering me in all my attempts. Great goddess, please help me!

"Hey, get off him, or your ass will hang over my chimney," somebody called from afar as my senses were starting to blur. I could see the burly shape, and the bright coat with the dark face of Ragnar. "So, be a good wanker and piss off, before I have to turn this situation, and you, into a bloody mess."

Praise the gods! Lukas dropped me instantly as he spotted Ragnar's cold and determined face. But I was cheering too soon, as this bastard pulled out a knife from his vest and held it in the general direction of Ragnar. "The only thing going bloody is your face, you fat fuck!"

Still unimpressed Ragnar chuckled and opened his knit jacket to reveal the black shirt below. And also a flashlight, huh? He was, using a flashlight? Okay, it is hardly legal to use a gun, or even carry it without permission, in Volkoinmaa, but a flashlight? Well, Ragnar still looked analytical about all this.

Unlike Lukas, who tried to hit him with a swipe of his knife, which was immediately blocked by the flashlight? Even more, he was unable to react to that block and got hit hard into his stomach by Ragnar. Too bad it was a bare-footed kick, but it was enough for him to lose balance.

And that was just perfect, as Ragnar now used the flashlight and hit him right across the face with it, hopefully shattering some teeth in the process. Seriously, for someone that makes a living by computer work he is pretty tough. Must be a wolverine thing.

Having received a lot of retaliation for being a douche, Lukas now wiped the blood off his face and run away from the scene, just to be quickly hit right in the face by someone, who was certainly even more impressive in mere bulk.

Oskari was holding a bag of groceries in his left arm, certainly not a common sight considering his business including a lot of foods he could take for himself, and his right arm was stretched out like the moment he gave Lukas a bloody nose. "Are you alright, Dejen?"

"Yeah, just some bruises, but I will make it," I replied while trying to stand up. Which required Ragnar helping me up and putting my shoulder back into place. Wait, where did he learn that?

He didn't give me much time to ponder about this as he got out his phone and called the police immediately before he then grabbed me under my other shoulder to support me. "I am getting you to my apartment as soon as this is dealt with."

Point of View: Ragnar

It took me a bit of strength to carry Dejen up the stairs in my apartment building. I might be able to beat that Lukas easily, but mostly because I used a flashlight as a provisory weapon. I was not complaining about it, though. Lomboco allows you to have weapons, Meresteria doesn't and both is okay, because both are different cultural spheres. Something I wish either side may understand someday.

Once we came into my apartment, Dejen slowly got off from my arms and walked towards my couch. "Thanks Ragnar, this was really scary down there. If you haven't showed up, I don't know how far he would have gone before Oskari was there."

I chuckled a little bit as I sat down beside him and helped him get out of his jacket. "I actually ran out of my apartment, because I heard something outside. I only had the time to grab my flashlight, aka my provisory baton, and run downstairs as fast as I could."

"Explains why you were running outside without any shoes. Perhaps not the lack of socks," he commented as I was now putting off my knit-jacket. Well, I do not wear socks in my apartment and still need to get myself new sandals.

But, since I now had a guest I might as well put my money to use. "Hey, we only ever come together at Oskari's bar, so how about I invite you for pizza and some cola?"

His ears perked up as he comprehended my offer. "Oh, I know the perfect place. Rocket Food Express, it offers everything you could want in a good quality."

Sounds lovely, so I quickly got to my laptop and brought it out of sleep mode to quickly go to their website to pick a big, and I mean really big, Meataphysical Pizza, as it is called on the menu. Got me drooling already, as I let Dejen decide his food.

To my surprise he picked a medium tuna pizza before he let me handle the payment and order to get back on my couch. Well, now that this was done, he was looking at my, considerably expensive, TV and at the remote to it.

Taking the hint, I took the remote and turned on the TV, went into the menu, and opened my library of saved movies. And went straight to the action movies, because that is the safest bet. "So, anything you are interested in?"

"The movie 'A Sword within the Shadows' was something I remember," he said with his face showing me a grin, as I went to that movie and started it.

I personally was a fan of that movie, as it told the story about a former agent, who was betrayed by his agency and now on a revenge trip to make dead meat out of his former bosses. It certainly started very bloody as the protagonist, a middle-aged black bear, was shot right through his chest and left for death, just to survive, make himself an awesome mask and bullet-resistant smoking, and before we get to the cool parts it was already ringing at the door.

Dejen was sniffing eagerly, as I got down to pick up the pizza, and his jaws dropped as he saw the size-difference of our two food items. "You took a party-size pizza?"

Well, at least no stupid joke about me being a glutton in more than just the species name in several languages. "I love carbon and meat, so took the absolute maximum."

He would probably have stared much longer at me, if the movie didn't just showcase an awesome sword-fighting scene, where the bear protagonist put his sword right through the throat of his first victim. As I gave him his pizza, he was already too engulfed to care that it was about 20% of mine.

Well, good for me, that pizza covered with salami, bacon, ham, ground meat, sausages, and a lot of cheese, was filling me over the entire movie which ended as the bear dropped his sword and fought with his fists against his former boss, a lion, to then throw him out of the window. God, I love that ending.

Dejen already finished his pizza a while ago, so I offered him some of mine as well, which he accepted eagerly. "Thanks, I think I should get a bigger portion next time."

I smiled at that premise and cleaned up the living room for us both to now just sit there and, do something, I guess. "Say, Dejen. Why did Lukas attack you in the first place? Not just two hours ago, but also verbally at the bar."

"Well, I am from the South of Meresteria, and he is a type of person that hates everyone from outside the country," he told me matter-of-factly. Sounded awfully familiar to me. "Got to admit, he also hates Oskari for being gay."

I remembered that Oskari mentioned something about the elk calling him a 'faggot'. Well, I already know about Oskari's sexuality by now, and certainly am open to it myself. "And, I do wonder what brought you here to Volkoinmaa."

His ears dropped at my question and he averted my eyes. Alright, I have touched a sore spot here. "My father send me to Volkoinmaa seven years ago, so I could study biochemistry. I would have finished my master two years ago, if," he stopped talking as his eyes started to leak and his body began shaking. "A civil war broke out and my entire family was killed. I had enough money given to me to finish my studies, but I," he stopped again and now didn't hold back anything as he started crying.

Which brings me into one of those awkward situations, where I would like to know how to talk to someone when he is sad. Instead I chose to hug him and put his head over my shoulder to let him cry out all he wanted.

Eventually he started to calm down again and slowly got off from me. "Sorry, I may still react badly to all this. I used to go to expensive clubs and blew all my money for alcohol, sex, and presents of people I thought were my friends, because I had a rich father to ensure my stability. And now I am living in a small apartment, have two friends, and work as a prostituh, wait I mean, I am," he now started panicking as he was clearly unable to take back what he just said.

I however was not overly judgmental about it, so I smiled at him and put him into another hug. "It doesn't matter, you are Dejen, my friend." God, I really wanted to hit myself for that lousy attempt to sound emotional. I sounded more like a character in a play for young children, who tried to explain tolerance. Oh well, he was feeling better and that is what counts.

"Thank you, Ragnar. I am so glad that you came to this city," he told me with his body slowly getting a bit more comfortable to be in my embrace. "How late is it?"

Noticing that we have been here since the evening, I looked outside and saw that the street lights already turned green, indicating that it is sleeping time, basically. "Do you want to get home or to stay overnight? Weekend is approaching anyway."

His tail was wagging excitingly as I made my offer. "This apartment is much nicer than mine, so I wouldn't mind staying here tonight."

I chuckled as I got up to get him a pillow and blanket for the night from a drawer on the side of my living room. Soon enough I had him ready for the night and stretched my limbs a little bit. "Okay, the shower is next to my bedroom. I am letting you go first and then get changed myself."

He gave me a sign that he had understood, went to my bedroom, and then entered my bath.

Well, since I was for myself I went to the fridge and got out a can of soda to drink it empty in one go. And then another. And then I already took some candy from a jar, because I am a sweet tooth. Am I a horrible being for presenting the stereotype my former nation and my species are well known for? Well, okay I guess for the UL there are way worse stereotypes and even facts.

And while I was giving into my unhealthy desire for sugar and making up lousy philosophy about it, Dejen already had finished showering and came back into the living room, dressed in only his boxers. Okay, I guess there is not much in terms of pajamas I could give him anyway due to the difference in size we both have.

Plus, I was just too tired to really care about his sleepwear, so I simply went into my bedroom, closed the door behind me, dropped off my clothing, and went into my bathroom to have a nice shower.

Point of View: Dejen

Goodness, this couch is much softer and nicer to lie on then my old bed. Ragnar certainly has a pretty nice apartment for a single, who is working freelance. I guess he is just the type of guy, whose skills and talents paid off in the end.

I could hear him stepping out of the bath room and, wait is that a body dryer? I spend a good time with a towel to get halfway done with my pelt, and he had one somewhere? Man, I am an idiot.

But I am now pretty curious. He had absolutely no difficulties to beat Lukas twice and once even at a disadvantage the second time. I also spotted that gaming PC on his desk in his bedroom. I should probably have asked him some more about himself, but hey, he probably is still not sleeping, so I went to his door and knocked.

"Wait a sec," he replied and I could hear him shutting off his dryer, before I entered his room to see his body only covered around his private area with a blanket. Goodness, his gut certainly showed that he was well-fed, but I could notice the muscles as well. "Yeah, I know that I am essentially only wearing a blanket, but I have a face on this body, you know."

Okay, that remark made us both laugh and helped against the awkward situation I just created. "Sorry, I just wanted to ask you," now that my surprise ceased I noticed a set of scars on his sides and stopped. "Um, what are those, scars?"

He turned his head to look at the side of his body and shrugged. "I was thrown through a window and had to be sewed all over my back. Most of it is covered under fur, bit at some spots it still is visible."

"Who would throw you through a window?" Or rather, who could? He must have been younger or had a run in with someone really strong.

However, his face turned sour for a moment as he was about to answer. "Let's say it was a drunken bastard, which by now is lying under a thick layer of dirt, because his last beer was not so fresh anymore." Now his expression turned into an unnerving smile.

It weirded me out a little bit, but at the same time I wondered who that person was that he was talking about. Certainly something he was not saying, but I guess that he was giving a hint. However, I was actually more curious about his skill with technology. "So, I noticed you are good with computers and cars and such."

"Yeah, I noticed that, too. I am a geek and autodidact, so that is all there really is to it," he answered with a smug grin before he took the blanket and put it over his entire body to lie down on his bed. "I am a trouble child, so I never got far in school, but I know how to use what I am good at to my advantage. Anyway, I hope you have a good night and nice dreams."

Okay, that was a clear sign that he would be going to sleep now, so I left the room to keep him alone for now. Gosh, I certainly shouldn't have stared at him like that. But hey, he was a nice guy and all, so I was sure he wasn't bothered about it. Although, I do wonder if he did it on purpose or was just pretty blunt. Probably the later, he is just not that kind of guy.