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Hey there all you happy and or horny furrs out there. i have finally completeled the most recent chapter to my series in hopes that any of you still even remember what it was about. whihc leads me into a small apology about it taking so long to come up with the next installment....so i hope that you will not mind teh wait and once reading this, feel that it was well worth it!

and once again all characters in here are copywriter to me...Cyan Sipirt....which means stealing is a no-no and could wind you at the mercy of a few of my friends...some of whom aren't that perticular whose tailhole it is that they are thrusting into....tee hee!

and like usual this chapter is dedicated to all those above mentioned friends, those that kept me in this, and the readers who make this all worth doing....becasue without those little comments telling me what they think, i would just assume that every view was a mistake and that no one was reading my stories....glad to see i am wrong. and now that i'm done babbleing, on with teh STORY!!

Sincerly your ever thankfull writer,

Cyan Spirt

p.s. i know i said no more bableing, but i just wanted to give a big shout out to my best friend and spirit bro Soul Hunter...we love ya big guy!! and now on witht eh story...for real

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Lethargically, Jason opened one eye and then the other, stretched out a bit, and sat back up against the wall. Memories of the morning's events flew back into his head as he recalled that the bear's corpse now rested on the roof of his car, "now what will I do for a ride?" he asked himself. Slowly he crawled forward on his paws and knees, grasping the parts of the railing that were still intact and stood up shakily. And while avoiding the view below, the canine glanced out into the world as he saw that a bit of time had indeed passed since he last checked, guessing it was about another hour, which put it at about 1 in the afternoon. Seeing there was nothing left to do out here, Jason decided to gather what he could of his things, so slowly he returned to leaning against the wall of the building as he walked himself back into the open room, now bare and empty of all life. His eyes looked around the empty room, the sheets and pillows thrown everywhere, the mattress where he could still smell Bubba's lingering musk. His aching paws carrying him to the edge of the bed, where it felt like ages ago that Bubba had sat, still fully clothed. Looking down, his fingers reached out and grasped the stained sweat pants as a small jingling sound was heard inside the garment.

He pulled the pants into his lap and reached into the right pocket, finding nothing he turned them around and reached into the left one where his fingers came in contact with cold metal. After a couple more clacks from the metallic objects, Jason pulled out a small key ring that had 8 keys of varying shapes, sizes, and colors attached to it. The actual holder was in the shape of a playing card with the name "Bubba" written in big letters, underneath that was more lettering, "Welcome to Catlantic City" he read out loud. The dog knew that everyone, no matter if they were dogs or cats, poor or rich, lucky or ill-fated, loved to wager their fortunes, and that city was certainly the place to do it at. "Looks like you gambled on this pup....and lost it all" the dog said with a subtle chuckle, then making a mental reminder to hit himself in the head with the bad pun bat for that one.

Deciding that it wasn't exactly good policy to walk around naked, he began to sigh as he looked to the dirty pants in paw. "I'll never get my jeans back on..." he said to himself again as he opened the draw string on the waist and shrugged, "so...I guess this will have to do." Jason then slowly lifted each leg; the simple action stretching his tailhole as he winced as he felt the squishing of the bear's seed deposited deep inside him, and slipped each leg through. Pushing against the elastic at the base of each leg hole, his paws finally glided through with minimal pain, as he stood up and pulled the waistband of the sweats to his waist and tightened the drawstring closed. The canine's nose easily picked up the remaining musk of Bubba stuck to his clothes as he did all he could to stop himself from throwing up right there. The dog did a quick look around the room, making sure he didn't forget anything as his small charm caught his eyes. He bent down to where the paw shaped necklace rested, barely sticking out from under the bed, turning it over a couple times in his fingers before shrugging and slipping over his head. "Time to get out of here" he announced to the empty room as he adjusted the pendant so that it laid flat against his furless chest, and strolled from the room.

Jason trudged across the wood walkway and down the stairs, his bare pads still a bit tender, as he had to walk barefooted across the wood and concrete. He took the key ring from his pocket and looked around the hotel from his base level view, "one of these must be his office..." he deduced. Slowly, the canine took steps across the gravel parking lot; his tender paws walking across the uneven and sometimes sharp rocks below. Hissing slightly from the small points under paw, he finally reached the door to the office and found it locked, just as he assumed. "Eney, meaney, miney.....mo!" he spoke as his fingers selected one of the keys and shoved it into the lock and turning it, but the key wouldn't budge as he tried several others before finally unlocking the door and stepping in.

The lights were off, as the only available light filtered in through the windows and illuminated the dingy office. The canine walked over to the desk that was on the verge of collapse and slid the small ledger in front of him as he looked down the list of names, before finding Maxi's entry and tearing out the page before shifting the book away from him. Finding no other way around, Jason just hopped the counter, page still in paw as he surveyed his new surroundings. Sitting in front of him was a large brown armchair, it's leather covering worn away by constant use as an open phone book lay face down on the cushion. The carpet behind the counter was a dingy old blue in color as the walls were a very faded green paint, giving the room an even darker feel as the little light seeped through the closed blinds. Slowly, Jason felt along the closest wall till he felt a light switch, and pushed the little lever onto the on position as the bulbs blinked a couple times before finally giving off a constant stream of light.

Once again he turned and looked around the lit room, the first thing to catch his eyes was the large brick fireplace situated right across from the leather armchair. He could see a small box of matches placed on the mantle as he continued to stare around the new enclosure. There were stacks of newspapers in pile around the fireplace "must have been too damn lazy to cut wood," Jason said as his paws glided over the crusty blue carpet till he could see down a hallway that was in the back of the room. The light didn't reach far enough down the passageway so he could pick up detail, but he did see two doors on the left side and one on the right, as there seemed to be a back door at the far end of the corridor. Noting nothing else of any interest, he crossed over to the armchair, smacking the phone book to the floor as he reached to a well-placed end table and picked up a cordless phone out of its charger, "better go update home base" he said with a sigh.

Turning the phone over, he hit the power button and held it to his ear, making sure there was even a dial tone. Slowly he began punching in the digits as he heard it ring a couple times before an electronic female voice came on the line. "Please enter your personal code number," it said in a very friendly yet emotionless voice. Slowly, he began pressing his five numbers, 66441, in order as a beep sounded on the other line after each keystroke. Once finished, the voice came again, "thank you....we will connect you to the P.O.O.D.L.E. information desk for better service." And with that, some classical hold music came on the line; sighing, Jason got up from the chair, not wanting to sit on his tender rump any more then possible as he walked over next to the fireplace and began tossing bundles of paper into the hearth.

The canine's eyes only skimming the front page tittles as he tossed bundle after bundle into be burned, before stopping as his eyes looked over this particular issue in his paws. "Half-Breed riots occur in Puma Palace" as he looked up to read the date, seeing it was only printed less then a week ago. The picture on the front was of a massive gathering of animals, each protester a genetic mixture of canine, feline, and other species as they stormed over the walls of the compound. Sighing, Jason tossed the issue into the fire place as shrugged, "Damn half-breeds should just be happy they have what they do have....and that they are so low on the status ladder that no one bothers them, why do they always have to make trouble for themselves?" he asked the paper as though it would answer back. He shuffled over to the front of the fireplace and grabbed the box of matches on the mantle, shifting the cover and pulling one out, as he was about to strike it before he heard someone pick up the other line.

"This is the information desk here on the executive level....how may I help you?" an obviously female voice said into the phone. Her voice seemed quite hyper and a bit on the nasally side. Jason just sighed as he adjusted his phone so it rested against his shoulder and head, and in this way left both paws free from having to hold anything.

Striking the match slowly, the first time apparently not hard enough as no spark was formed, the canine talked back. "Hey there Tiff, I..." was all he got out before he was cut off by the female's voice again. Her shrill sound flying into his ears, making him wince from the intense decibels of clatter.

"Excuse me?!?.....And just who is this calling me?" Tiff asked in a slightly annoyed fashion; her voice getting a bit higher by the end, easily seeming irritated by Jason's call.

Jason just sighed again into the phone as he struck the match again, this time getting a flame on the end and quickly tossing it into the fireplace as he watched it ignite the newspapers in there. Soon there was an adequate fire as he watched the flames while he talked back, "come on Tiff.....you know who this is."

"No..." she said slowly as there was a bit of silence on the other end, as though she was trying to match the voice with a picture or face. "I don't believe I do..." Tiff finally said after a few moments.

Looking once more at the crumpled page of the ledger he held in his paw, Jason sighed and tossed it into the fire, watching the parchment curl and burn before going ablaze and turning to ashes. "Tiffany..." he said in an irritated voice at all the stalling she was putting him through, "I do not have time for one of your lessons on semantics right now."

The female's voice dropped to a bare whisper as he spoke back into the phone again. "Look Jason, we have procedures to follow. And I'm not about to get myself canned over your tight rump!" she said in an irritated voice. Jason winced at her comment about his rump, not any more....he thought to himself as his right paw went around and gripped the base of his tail through the sweatpants. The woman on the other end coughed a bit as he started again, this time back in her normal volume, "now....just who is this?"

The canine took a long sigh, seeing that he was going to have to do it the professional way if he was going to get anywhere with her. He could imagine the female cocker spaniel sitting in her small cubical, her half rimmed secretary glasses resting on her muzzle as she wrote meaningless messengers on little sticky-notes. He could picture her russet colored pelt, and her wild colored hair which always matched the new color of the paint in the room; last time he saw the place, it had baby blue paint covering the walls and she was wearing her hear down in a very 60's dome look in a bright, almost neon, blue color. "Good morning Agent Dogwhistler" Jason said with a hidden bit of spite, "this is Agent Heartbreaker calling."

"That's much better hun," Tiff said in a soft voice as she coughed on purpose and quickly returning to her normal shrill sound. Her voice adding on this very proper tone, "now, what is the password?" the female spoke as Jason could picture a smirk on her face.

Grunting, the canine scowled as he placed a paw to his forehead, "come on Tiff....do I really have to?" he said with a sigh. He watched the last of the sheet of paper burn up in flames as he gave a quick look around the room before shrugging and deciding on exploring the rest of the apartment. Waiting for the female to reply to his question, he crossed the room and enter the hallway across from him, hitting the light switch that illuminated the passage to revel it had the same blue carpet and green paint as the main room did. Finally sensing that Tiff was going to give him the silent treatment until he answered, Jason leaned against the single door on the right side of the hall and sighed, "it's Baboon."

Chuckling came from the other end of the phone as Jason could picture the female canine snickering as she leaned back in her comfy chair. "See Jason.....that wasn't so bad now was it?" a happy sigh following her words.

"Yeah....yeah" Jason said as his paws turned the knob to the door behind him only to find that it was locked, "give me a moment" he said into the receiver as he placed it on the floor. Once again the canine pulled out the key ring and began the laborious process of trying each key until after several tries he found the right one and clicked the tumblers free. Reaching down, he picked up the portable phone again and slide it back into place so he had his paws free, "look Tiff, can I speak to my fa......I mean The Director?" he said, correcting himself as he pushed the door open.

Jason stepped into the dark room as his paws scoured the walls for a switch, till at last he found one and clicked it on to revel his current location. His eyes scanned the enclosure, as it was blatantly obvious that this was Bubba's bedroom; his large king size bed resting against the middle of the wall to his left. The huge oak frame had on it, a heavily slept in mattress covered over with a dusty red comforter and massive pillows. Here the carpet was a very neutral gray as the walls were covered in green wallpaper that depicted repeating scenes of brown leaves falling from the ceiling. There was sparse other furniture in the room, all which consisted of an end table on either side of the bed, and a large wooden dresser along with a large mirror stationed on it opposite from where the canine stood still in the entrance way, and a massive closet with folding screen doors that ran along the entire right wall. Jason slowly moved over and took a seat on the edge of the bed as he surveyed the room diligently. "Well..." Tiff continued on, taking a moment to breathe loudly as she sighed, "The Director is in a meeting at the moment, but I could leave a message that you called and he will get back to you as..." her voice being cut of abruptly by a grunt from the brown, curly-pelted, dog.

Jason stood from his seat on the bed as he shouted in the phone, "not an option Tiff!" he shouted loud enough to make the walls vibrate. Slowly he began pacing back and forth in front of the bed, "I need to speak to him now!" as he waved his paws through the air just to amplify his own delivery of his phrase. The musk from Bubba's sweatpants that he wore was starting to aggravate him as he reached into the pocket and took out the ring of keys, tossing them to the bed as he loosened the drawstring and let them call to the floor. Stepping from them, completely naked once again, he returned to his pacing as he felt the warm air resulting from the fireplace slowly enter the room and wrap around his now bare legs. His free paw gently scratching at his sheath and sac as a coping method for all the stress he had gone through in the last couple of hours.

The spaniel halted a bit in her voice as she stuttered, easily sensing the frustration coming from the male. "Just where exactly are you calling from Jason?" she ask politely as well as curiously, though Jason thought he could detect even a slightest hint of worry in her tone. But he simply ignored her question for the moment as he made up his mind that he needs to get some new gear, and fast.

Figuring that the current.....well previous occupant of this place was now dead, Jason assumed Bubba wouldn't have any objections if he just borrowed some supplies. "Forget about that will you..." Jason said, sighing a bit as he walked over and gripped the handles to the closet, pulling the swinging door all the way to one side as he exposed its entire contents in one simple motion. For the moment he ignored the clothes and other things as he searched around for any sort of container that he could use, eventually finding an old black backpack hidden in one corner. And after dumping all its contents back into the same corner of the closest, he dusted it off and tossed it on the bed as well. "Just tell him it's about Operation Annulment....and step on it will you" the dog said firmly, getting a bit frustrated with the doughty secretary as he turned his attention this time to the chest of drawers sitting on his left.

The female on the other end of the phone just sighed softly as he grunted in acknowledgement as she put Jason on hold. Some old classical music filled the canine's ears as he clicked the speaker button on the phone and set it back on the comforter so that the music filled the room and he was able to hear when someone was going to get back on the line. Then he moved over to the wooden dresser and saw that it contained nine darkly stained draws that were arranged in three rows across and three down, each with a little leather handle on it. "He must have something in here that will fit me" Jason sighed as he pulled open the top left drawer and saw only socks. They were mostly white, some having striped across the top as he pulled out a pair and unraveled them, only to discover that they were far to big for his much smaller paws.

Tossing those to the side, he tried pair after pair to only have the same result till at last he found a pair stuffed in the far back corner that seemed ages old. They were a bright red, a color that reminded him of blood, which brought back the thought of the bear lying atop his car only a couple yards away from this very office. Jason quickly shook those thoughts away from him and unraveled them only to see that had a couple minor holes in them and the elastic was going, but they were the best he could do and leaned against the chest of draws as he lifted up each leg and slowly slipped it over his paw. And once they were both on, he marveled at just how warm his toes suddenly felt surrounded by the soft fabric. "Good enough..." the dog smirked as he reached back again to find that there was another pair of about the same size, though this time they were a bright aqua color. Shrugging, he took the extra pair and walked back to the bed as he shoved them into the main pocket of the backpack as he sighed, "never know....always could use another pair," Jason said to himself.

The classical hold music was still playing as Jason walked back over to the dresser drawer, kicking the tossed pairs of socks out of the way as he gripped the drawer next to the first one and pulled it out. To his relief he found had found Bubba's underwear drawer and quickly tossed out any pairs that didn't seem recently washed, not wanting to smell his lingering more musk then he had too. As he gripped the first pair of large white tighty-whities, the classical music he had somewhat gotten used to was interrupted by many muffled voices on the other end, but soon enough the there was a click and the hold music came back on in full blast. "Seems someone must have picked up the line by accident" Jason spoke as he chuckled to himself. He then lined the waist of the undies to his and found them too big, so he tossed them to the side and picked up the next pair; only to be defeated again and have to toss that one aside as well. Pair after pair it was the same, he threw back red pairs, striped ones, ones that had polka dots, checkers, snoopy, a couple of Christmas influenced pairs, and even the larger male's boxers were to big for the dog. Sighing as he reached back, behind the other rows of underwear till he reached the back of the drawer where he found a small chest and brought that out and sat it on the counter.

"Well as long as it isn't a..." as he popped the top, seeing the box was unlocked as he stared in to see its contents. His mouth dropped open as his voice became deeper in pitch, "thong..." as he lifted from the purple velvet lining of the box a bright yellow thong. It seemed rather small for the size of the bear that it was supposed to cover, as Jason stretched the waist and was dismayed to find that it actually looked like it would fit him. "You have got to be kidding..." he said to himself as he checked the drawer again just to make sure he hadn't looked over anything, and finding nothing he stared back at the Speedo sized garment. Sighing, Jason seemed not have any choice as he squatted down and slowly slipped his right leg into one of the leg holes and began trying to pull it up his body.

Suddenly the classical music stopped again as a gruff older male's voice filled the room, obviously agitated at the interrupting Jason's call had been. "Agent Dogwhistler said that you had some news for me in response to your mission Agent Heartbreaker" he growled softly. The dog was easily surprised by the sudden voice as he became lost balance and tumbled over, the yellow thong only about halfway up his right leg. He grunted a bit and managed to get his other leg in to its rightful hole as he pulled it up to just below his crotch before the voice of The Director came on again from the phone. "So....have you secured your target?" it asked simply, not even bothering to recognize or acknowledge the thump of Jason falling over.

Jason finally managed to get the dental floss sized garment up his legs, as he had to stuff his sheath and the large piercing in side its tight confines. And after a couple tries, he managed to stand, waddling around like a duck for a bit till he finally got used to the feeling and managed to look into the mirror as he spoke. "But....it's just us..." Jason wined a bit, looking at his reflection; his brown curly fur now off set by the brightness of the yellow thong and the red socks on his feet. He then lowered his head and turned to the phone on the bed, "it is only me....Jason.....your s-"

The Director quickly interrupted the boy as he sighed loudly, "we have gone over this so many times Agent Heartbreaker..." his voice dropping it off as Jason sighed, the message coming across loud and clear. "Now, you said you had information on your mission....so do you have the boy with you or not?" his voice now firm and irritated from being drawn away from what ever meeting he had been in.

The brown canine went back to pacing back and forth across the room, his voice rising as he spoke to the gruff male on the other end, "Will I did have him..." though his voice quickly fell to a lower tone as he continued. "But...his father somehow located us.....and he took him back," his ears falling to his side even though he knew he couldn't be seen.

"What!?!.....How could you let that lion get away?!" was the response from the speaker as the entire room shook from the sheer power of the words. The boy had to hold his paws over his ears to avoid going temporarily deaf as a string of profanities followed for a short while. Then, slowly, The Director shifted back on to topic, his voice still angry but at least his words weren't about dams, female dogs, and bowel movements; "you are going back to their mansion...and I mean tonight!"

Jason got the feeling that the male was on the verge of hanging up on him and ending the conversation, so he quickly interjected his words before the phone hit the receiver, "they aren't going back to their mansion." The movement halted on the other end, and he knew that had given The Director something to think about, to which he added, "at least...not until after the wedding." And at the moment he had completely forgot about getting dressed as he stood in Bubba's bedroom dressed only in a thong and socks as he watched himself in the mirror again; then pulling a few model poses and some muscle stances he had seen on TV before giving up in the show and settling back into an uncomfortable stance.

This news had obviously but a damper on whatever plans his boss had set into motion. "Fuck.....alright, we are down....but not out just yet" his voice already showing he was contemplating a way of adjusting his previously made plans. "I'll set some of our Techno-hounds on it....Now if you don't mind Agent Heartbreaker, I have a meeting to-"

Once again, Jason interjected, wanting to continue the conversation for as along as possible, "So what should I do now?" was the simple question. As Jason's voice was full of need and urgency as he began to pace around the room again as he waited for direction.

The Director sighed as Jason could picture the male sitting in his office in a double-breasted suit as he would place a paw on his forehead and simply shake his head. "Get the hell out of there! What do you think you should d-" as a couple of muffled voice could be heard talking behind him. "Hold on..." the older male said as he returned back some grumblings to whom ever was talking with him before coming back on the line. "All right...we know where they are going. You will be traveling deep into lion controlled lands, as our leads are telling us that Nathaniel has a hunting cabin out there....and that is most likely where he will be going till the wedding." The director then took a deep breath as he spoke forcefully and with a presence that couldn't be overturned, "now, you have held up my meeting long enough."

Jason nods quickly as he reached over and picked up the phone, pressing the speaker button again, he put it to his ear as he sighed softly. "All right then...Good bye D-" was all he said before the other male hung up his end with a loud click. Looked to the ground as he listened to the empty dial tone, "Dad..." he finished softly before he too hung up and tossed it back onto the head of the bed.

Now alone once again, Jason took a couple of steps till once again he grasped the still open small wooden box where the thong once rested. There, the canine noticed a small tab on the velvet, and when he lifted it up he saw that underneath was another thong, though this one was the purest white he could imagine. "One good thong disserves another," he chuckled to himself and took that pair as well, stuffing it to the bottom of the book bag along with the blue socks. The dog then opened the next drawer, simply to discover it only contained board shorts and figuring he would never have the sudden inclination to go swimming, he simply left it open and turned his attention to the other drawers.

Scooting back to the left side, he gripped the handle and opened the drawer to see the grail that is multi-purpose clothing, a whole drawer full of T-shirts. Tossing out a couple of ones that were obviously too big for him to wear, Jason finally settling on black one which had no insignias on its soft fabric. And after getting his arms through and pulling it down over his furless chest, he felt the cloth firmly grip his chest and show off his minimal definition of his abs and other muscles. The bottom hem of the garment just reaching the top of his thighs as it barely hid the yellow hammock between his legs from view, though he had to stretch it a bit to achieve complete coverage. Reaching back into the drawer, the dog pulled out three more shirts that looked like they would fit him; a beige one with a large jeep in the center, another black one that has neon colored lizards crawling over the front and back, and finally, the last one actually ending up to be a red muscle shirt or wife-beater as he had known it called as, stuffing each into the backpack.

Continuing to move along the row of drawers, the canine pulled out the center one to find it too was stuffed full of t-shirts. Though these seemed more like those odd ones that one would get at a convention center as Jason took out a couple and unfolded them to read their script. "Happy Bar Mitzvah John.....Way to go Dave.....You put the Christ back into Christening, Congratulations Debra..." all of the things in this drawer seemed to be specialized, there was no way Jason planned on being caught in something that read "Awesome Bris, keep up the good work Jared." The dog merely snickered at the last one as he stuffed the shirts back into the drawer and moved on. And the next drawer just contained polo shirts, only these garments were far to big for him and could probably fit three guys his size into it. "Geez....doesn't this bear have anything I can wear..." as he gave up on the dresser, not even bothering to search the last row of drawers as he sauntered back over to the closet, hoping he would have better luck.

Sliding hanger after hanger over, he only found clothes in the triple X's and larger. Fearing he would have to go out into public clad in only what he was currently wearing, Jason was close to giving up till he moved a section of huge fuzzy sweaters, and found that behind those shirts was a large brown cardboard box with the words, "lost and found" written on the side as he read them out loud. "Now....I wonder what that scumbag put in here..." as he slid it out into the center of the room and opened the taped down flaps.

Instantly his face was caught in a plume of dust as scents of many different species filled the room. His nose instantly smelling the musk of equines, felines, canines, a couple of mice, even some foxes and avian in the mix, though they seemed to be a mixture of male and female scents alike as he peered into the crate. The sheer number of clothes inside astounded Jason, mostly because more then half of the garments wouldn't fit Bubba in a thousand years. "Bet he stole them all..." the dog commented as he reached in and began looking through the random piles, hoping that there were at least some that would fit him.

After tossing out clothes that seemed like even the smallest of mice would have a tough time getting into, he hit a pocket of garments that seemed more to his size. "Oh thank god.....I was afraid I'd have to run around in this banana hammock all day," as he laughs before beginning to sift through the garments. The dog then started to pull out clothes and toss them to the side after he saw that they either had massive stains, or were ripped so badly they wouldn't even stay on his body. Though soon enough he found a pair of khaki clam-diggers that looked about his size, both in length and waist, as he stood up and measured them by sight alone, "they seem to work." Jason then proceeded to slip his legs through and pull the garment up his waist, relived to see that it covered the yellow thong once he tied the drawer string in a small bow. "These feel pretty roomy..." he asserted to no one but himself as he took another look into the mirror at his side, "but....I'm still going to need a better shirt, I'll freeze my nipples off since I don't have anymore fur covering my chest." Jason then let out a small growl at the memory of Nathaniel shaving him.

Back into the box Jason went, searching through the clothes as he glanced over each garment to see if it was useful at all. Continuing to dig through a ton of pants, he located a pair of frayed black jean shorts, "well...they do look like they would fit, so what could it hurt" as he tossed them on the bed and went back to looking. Farther down in the box he saw a blue sleeve of something that looked to be a part of a knitted sweater of some kind. Reaching in and tugging it out, the dog was proved right as he pulled out a navy blue sweater and when he checked the size on the tag; Jason was delighted to see that it would fit him. And without a second's hesitation, he slipped the shirt over his head, and the room suddenly felt a bit warmer as the wool rubbed against the brown curls of each arm.

Now nearly at the bottom of the box, the canine only shrugged and decided to finish it as he dumped the rest of the clothes out in to a pile in front of him and began sorting them as quickly s he could manage. So after tossing all the rejected garments to the side, he had managed to recover a pair of light blue sweatpants, and a lime green polo shirt which had lost all three of its buttons that had secured the collar. Jason then proceeded to lob the newest additions of clothing to his meager wardrobe to the bed; backing up the dog adjusted his new sweater before kicking the empty box away from him. "Ouch!" the dog winced as he had forgotten he no longer had any shoes on, and promptly turned back to the closet as he began shoving more garments to the side in search for some footwear.

After pushing sweater after sweater, and shirt after pants out of his way, Jason finally saw some footwear in the back far corner of the closet as he hunched himself over to get to the shoes. The canine pulled out about five pairs before chucking two back instantly for being way to big or obviously too small for his footpaws. The resulting three pairs were a pair of hiking boots, tennis shoes, and some thin sandals. "I'm not going to the beach..." Jason said as he tossed the sandals back and was just left with the two sets in front of him. And after deciding to go with the jungle green hiking boots, he slipped them over his paws and red socks as he marveled at how comfortable they were compared to his black sneakers. But certainly not being one to waste anything that might be of use, he placed the tennis shoes onto the bed as he made one last canvas of the room before sticking all the extra clothes into his backpack, slinging the sack over his shoulder, and exiting the bedroom to decide his next course of action.

At that very moment his stomach began to rumble and bubble like never before, and clutching it, he had to lean against the doorframe just to remain upright. "God, I can't remember the last thing I had to eat..." which was of course a lie; for he could very well remember eating a stale energy bar that he had found in the glove compartment of the little orange beetle after he had escaped from the Cordero's mansion. But that was neither here nor there as he stumbled to his feet and peered out into the hallway seeing two doors, one to his left and one to his right that were completely identical and gave no indication to what was behind them. "Well, I have a 50-50 chance of getting it right....I mean he has to have a kitchen somewhere around here," as he stumbled towards the door on his left.

Low and behold, as soon as Jason had turned the knob to open the wooden door, and had searched the walls for the light switch, he was rewarded with a very messy but still functional kitchen. "Eeeeww...doesn't this guy clean up after himself at all?" as the canine had to step over two discarded empty pizza boxes in order to reach the center wooden table. Taking a seat in one of the four metal folding chairs that were placed in the cardinal directions like a compass around the table as he stared around the somewhat cramped room.

The floor was covered in a cold, beige, and ugly linoleum had a pattern of boxes filling each step you would take across the room. The walls had upon them a wallpaper that made the canine's eyes nearly pop out of his head at just how awkward the room seemed; for there upon what used to be plain white stucco and wood beams was a criss-cross pattern of yellow lines that created little boxes upon a white background, and inside each box was a large bright yellow sunflower. The cabinets on the other hand were a darkly stained oak that seemed to pop even more in this mismatched chaos of a room. And upon the counters were sheets of cracked marble that looked like they had been salvaged from someone's old floor. Across from where he was seated, in the far back corner sat the huge refrigerator, its white coating cracked at the handle held on by a single small rivet. And to his left sat a large wooden bar with four stools in the front, and a wall of shelves behind it on which rows of bottles sat, their labels facing outwards.

"There has to be something to eat in this place," Jason whined as he placed the backpack onto the table and stood up. He started with the cabinet closest to the door as he popped the door and found only bottles and cans of beer or hard liquor. It was the same case with the next five cabinets, each containing either just bottles, only cans, a mixture of the two, or the most recent one which only had towers of shot glasses inside. "Did that lumbering bastard do anything else but drink, drink, and drink some more?" the dog asked himself as he looked to see that he had only two cabinets left before he reached the fridge.

He first opened the lower cabinet and was excited not to see an outpour of beer bottles, but his hopes were soon dashed as he managed to pull out a sliding trash bin, full to the brim with refuge that look like it predated the last ice age. "Oh yeah....I can really find something healthy in there..." Jason said disgusted by the sight as he shoved the bin back in and slammed the cabinet door closed with a bang. So with low hopes and a heavy sigh, the canine slowly pulled on the metal handle as he opened the last cabinet, which was right above his head. There were three shelves in this particular model, the first one of which was bare and he couldn't even see what was on the other two. Struggling a bit, Jason finally managed to hop onto the counter and retain his balance as he stood up in a crouched over position as he stared into, to his surprise, a few meager rows of boxes.

And at this point, the hungry mammal couldn't care less what they contained as he pulled four different sized containers from the cabinet and setting them on the counter next to him. He then reached back to wipe a paw back inside to male sure there was nothing left behind, and feeling only air; he hopped off the counter and brought his new found loot to the center table as he turned each package to face him as he saw the minimal bounty he had acquired. "This is what is going to keep me alive?" he asked himself in a disbelieving tone as he saw that all the labels had been ripped from the boxes and now it was simply a guessing game.

"I'll take box number 1..." he said as he reached out to a small and thin container, popping the top open he dumped onto the table three granola bars with the wrappers still on them. "Oooooh... dark chocolate flavor....seems that bear had a sweet tooth," his tail wagging a tad behind him as he shoved the bars into the backpack for a snack later on, and tossed the box behind him as he reached out for the next container.

Once he opened the other three boxes and discovered that one contained stale gram crackers, another one held five sealed pouches of beef jerky, and the last one was a half eaten box of Feline Flakes. Jason had simply shoved the crackers and jerky into his bag as well, figuring they were better of as snacks for the road as he slid the cereal closer and got out from the seat as he looked to the fridge. After tossing put a container of moldy Chinese food into the trash can and cleared the air of it's putrid odor, the canine had managed to make himself lunch which consisted of a sandwich of roast beef on stale slices of bread, some mashed potatoes which was in a small container he found buried behind rows of beer bottles, and a single can of flat soda. Jason just decided to leave the box of cereal on the counter top, deciding he wasn't in the mood for all the extra sugar as he got up and took another look around the room.

As he strolled around the table to the bar area, the dog noticed something shimmering on the counter, and as he moved closer he noticed that it was a pair of sunglasses. Reaching over, Jason picked them up and looked them over in his paws; the rim was black, the lens easily able to hide the eyes behind them. "Someone will come looking for me.....better disguise myself.." he said as he placed the glasses over his eyes. Instantly the room behind much darker, and without adequate light he found himself blinded. Slowly he slipped them of his face and stuck them on the collar of his shirt, letting them hang there. "I'll put them on when I get outside..." he said softly to himself as he turned to move around to the back of the bar.

The dog saw nothing but bottle after bottle of hard liquor of every kind and it would appear, from every place in the entire world. But not leaving anything to chance, Jason hunched over behind the counter and slowly slid back each of the four doors to check what was behind, but only found drink mixing supplies and an entire tub of maraschino cherries. Then in the back he noticed small bags, tons of them in fact as he pulled them out to discover that they all contained the same thing.....chips. "well.....what the hell, why not..." the canine told himself as he took one out, opened the top and began munching away as he walked back, grabbed his gear, and moved to the door. "Ooooh....BBQ flavor.." he said with joy as he turned the light off, and closed the door to the kitchen.

Now back in the same dusty hallways as he was before, Jason took a moment to glance around before feeling that oh so familiar urge when nature calls, "Oh god I hope there is a bathroom around this place," he squealed. The dog then remembered that there was a second door down the hallway, and he quickly made his way down there and without hesitation, he opened the door and searched the walls to find the light switch. Only this time he felt a couple, though not wanting to waste time, he simply pressed them all at the same time. First he could hear the wiring of a fan above, then both a giant red heat lamp came on along with the normal light as it illuminated the small room to which he was now standing in.

Jason gave a happy sigh, as he saw that he was indeed now standing in the bear's bathroom, it's condition much different then the state of their bathroom in the hotel that he stole glimpses of while resting last night. The floors looked to be expensive light blue tile, the grout still glistening white; while the walls were covered in a pastel blue wallpaper with small flopping fish all around the top and bottom borders. There was a small ivory white sink to his right with a mirror that also doubled as a medicine cabinet above it. There was also a large tub/shower that was situated right across from him, the navy blue curtain hanging on the metal rod connected by string to the ceiling. Instantly not seeing a toilet, the dog was daunted till he laid the open bag of chips on the sink and walked around the bathroom; finally locating the porcelain throne squeezed between the sink and the tub.

After doing his business, and managing to pull the small yellow thong back up his legs with a bit of a struggle, Jason simply closed the top and sat upon it as he figured out what to do. His wounds had been a constant source of pain and discomfort for the entire trip, and after the rape, his cuts and scratches were acting up again. Slowly he got up and turned on the faucet, running his paws under the water and gently washing his face as he glared into the mirror and sighed at the complexion he saw staring back at him.

His left eye was just as black as ever, though it seemed that the swelling had indeed gone down a bit. And the cuts upon his ears had scabbed over quite well, though there were a bit inflamed from the rough treatment they had received from Bubba hours earlier. The rope burns that encircled his muzzle were no longer bright red, now more of a dull crimson as they were still tender to the touch, though no long stung like a thousand paper cuts. Jason lowered the collar of his shirt as he could still see faint traces of the criss-cross pattern across his neck, the red lines seeming to have been painted on his flesh as his brown curls did little to hide the marks. Sighing, the canine placed his paw on the mirror to try and open the medicine cabinet, "I wonder if he has any medicine in here," as he pulled the cover open, only to discover that it was locked.

"Wonder why the hell someone would lock their medicine cabinet..." the dog shrugged as he figured in his mind....well why not. Slowly he removed the keys from his pocket again and began to try key after key till at last he heard it click and open the mirror door, peering into the space that was lined with shelves. Instantly his eyes shot to a small box of band-aids, which were tucked in a corner and grabbed it eagerly, opening the cover to dump the few adhesive strips onto the counter before tossing the box to the side. Looking into the mirror, he peeled back the strips and found he had just enough to cover the small cuts on his ears and face; then using a small comb he found as well, he gently arranged his hair to hide as many of the band-aids as he could.

Another item that drew his attention was a small white roll of what he discovered to be gauze. Jason quickly bent over and lifted up each leg of his pants as he slowly wound the roll around each furry thigh, hiding the numerous cuts behind the stiff material. Using up the entire roll, he simply tossed the bare tube behind him and looked back towards the shelf where he next located a small bottle of pills and hoped they were something of use. "Release the real bear in you," the label read as he saw the image of a very happy and buff bear on the front as he gasped, realizing what they were. "They're sexual enhancers!" as he placed a paw on his tail and winced, still feeling the copious amounts of seed inside him; "fucking bastard....that's how he got so hard so damn quickly..." as he threw the bottle in to the trash.

He finished raiding the cabinet as he found a small bottle of anti-acid which he tucked into the back pack along with a half filled bottle of aspirin....that is not before taking a couple himself. The rest was just junk, a broken toothbrush, an empty toothpaste container, a dull razor, and a bottle of cologne called "Ode to Goldie Locks" which he took one whiff before dumping it down the drain of the sink as he chuckled. As he turned around to leave, he noticed the rack on the back of the door where one hangs their towels and saw a small white baseball cap hanging there; it had no insignia on it and it seemed to be his size as he removed it and put it on his head, turning the visor part around so he was wearing it backwards. "All done here..." he announced as he put the backpack on again and stepped out of the bathroom.

Jason looked towards the door at the end of the hall as he could see light seep in from under the door and figured that it must lead to the outside world. As he walked over, he noticed a huge brown fleece coat that rested on the doorknob; shrugging, he simply took it off and slid it around his form as he found that while it was overly large, it was quite warm and he quickly buttoned it. He was just about to reach out and open the door when something he had forgotten popped into his head....something that Nathaniel had mentioned. "He said....he had left something here for Bubba when he finished.....money I think..." as the canine quickly wheeled around and strolled back to the main office.

Instantly he moved behind the counter, peering under it the dog located a small brown bag, heavy with its contents as he brought it out and set it on the counter. While looking under the rotten wood, Jason had also noticed a small locked cabinet that he would open later, but he turning his attention back to the bag, he quickly undid the top and peered inside. His tail was instantly wagging once he saw the large amount of cold hard cash inside, all in denominations of ones, fives, tens, and twenties numbering at least $2,000 dollars. "Well I'm certainly not going to leave this behind..." Jason said sarcastically, his paws counting out 50 bucks, which he shoved into his pocket before closing the bag and tossing it into his backpack.

Then remembering the locked cabinet, he took out the key ring from his pocket and began trying until one was able to turn the tumblers and the canine opened the drawer. Inside, Jason found a small caliber handgun, it's glossy black finish and wooden handle a throw back to the old time revolvers; popping the chamber out, the dog could see three bullets still left inside the gun as he snapped it shut and gave it a twirl. "Finally....I'm an armed agent..." Jason chuckled to himself, striking a couple poses before holstering the gun in the waistband of his pants. Looking back into the drawer, he saw a small box that he eagerly opened, seeing seventeen extra bullets still in their cases which looked to be ammunition for his new armament; quickly unzippering the backpack, Jason shoved the box in before closing it again and slinging it over his back.

Returning back to the door where he picked up his new outer coat, the dog tried to the knob only to see it was locked as well. "He didn't leave much to chance did he?..." the dog asked himself as he flipped through the key ring, trying a couple times before hearing it click and pushing the door open wide. Right as he stepped outside, Jason took the sunglasses that were resting on the sweater's collar and slid them over his eyes thus preventing him from having to squint from the glare.

Jason now saw that he was standing under a large white tent that seemed to serve as a makeshift garage behind the small office/apartment, for sitting right next to him was a light beige pick-up truck. All four tires looked to be able to carry the vehicle through any amount of mud or sludge that was further confirmed by the numerous scratches all along the fender and doors, however all of the windows in the cabin were surprisingly without cracks. He could see a large silver strongbox located in the bed of the truck and after walking around the car a few more times to see that everything looked in order, even lifting up the hood as he saw no fluid leaking out from anywhere, he then made a small leap into the bed of the truck, determined to see what surprises lay inside the large trunk.

Figuring that it was locked, Jason shoved key after key into the lock before it finally clicked and popped open. Inside he was dismayed to find only a shovel, ax, and assortment of odd computer parts and gadgets; "must have raided someone's lap top..." Jason snickered, and finding nothing of immediate use he closed the steel box and locked it. Then jumping off and moving around to the driver's door, the canine used the last of the eight keys and opened it, crawling into the cabin.

The inside was cramped and covered in black leather as the new car smell had vanished long ago, instead replaced by the smell of stare chips, tobacco smoke, and beer....lots of beer. "Time to get the heck out of this god forsaken hell hole of hotel," the curly canine announced proudly; after tossing his bag into the passenger seat and shoving the key into the ignition, he turned it and was delighted to hear the engine quickly jump to life. The gas gauge showed a full tank, as he gripped the steering wheel, only to discover it was freezing cold and looked around the cabin of the truck before seeing a pair of black driving gloves which, while slightly big on him, he was able to modify them to fit on his paws. Then shifting into drive, Jason pressed the gas pedal, quickly moving down the small driveway that was made up of dirt tracks cut into the ground.

He followed the small winding road till it connected with the parking lot of the hotel and pulled into the entrance. Jason had put the air condition on, feeling rather hot as he slowly rolled down the window and peered out for the last time at the large beige building that loomed menacingly behind him. His gaze the caught the ground where he could make out the tire tracks of the passing vehicles, easily able to distinguish the set from the orange beetle, and the pair from Nathaniel's limo; however his eyes noticed that on the far side of the driveway, he saw just a single track....as though the car had only one set of tires. "Must have just gotten covered up..." Jason said as he rolled the window back up, flipped a switch for the radio and adjusted it till he found a station playing light techno; then turning onto the small road that lead back to the highway, the canine simply left, determined to find his stolen lion.

* * *

Miles down the highway, an engine roared on a gunmetal colored motorcycle as it swerved between the four empty lanes with reckless, yet calculated abandon. Its two tires burning a streak of rubber down the paved lane as it continued on its path towards a destination unknown. The rider held the handle bars tightly and revved the engine a bit, applying more acceleration when needed to keep just behind his target.

The cycle itself glistened in the noon light, its gray metallic paint shimmering as the beams of light bounced off the smooth surface. All along the body of the bike, were painted large black feathers, as though some gust had disturbed them; their paint was just as glossy as the gunmetal background, and stood out on the neutral color. Large yellow talons were depicted on the rear fenders as though the bike had been clutched in the claws of some large bird. A large insignia of two crossed black wings was painted onto the metal that covered the front tire, and over all the vehicle looked as though it had been just taken from its box; for not a scratch or dent could be seen anywhere, and there was not a single chip of paint out of place.

The driver of the motorcycle sat low on the seat, trying to create the most aerodynamic position to allow the least amount of wind resistance. From the large helmet on his head to the boots on his paws, he was dressed in black; the only other color on him was the shine of the metal which came from all the zippers, buttons, and clasps which held his outfit against his lean body. Reaching out with a gloved paw, the male adjusted the rear view mirror, staring into it for a moment to make sure that no one was tailing him.

His thick black combat boots had large zippers going up each side, and using his legs to hold onto the bike under him, he sped along at break-neck speeds. Instead of pants and a shirt, he wore a full body racing suit that had a huge number of clasps and buttons all around that kept it skin tight against his body. The male's physical condition of his legs and arms were clearly outlined through the fabric, their lean yet powerful muscles reminding an onlooker of a swimmer's body. His chest showed a clear outline of a six pack, his chest taught and lean as well, his muscles while not overly bulky, certainly would make someone think twice before starting a fight with him. His tail, which was as black as the suit he wore was wrapped around his waist to keep it out of the way, its entire length seeming while not overly shaggy, having a bit more fur on it then seemed normal. His entire body giving off the grace and flexibility as the contours of his form as the driver easily laid against the cold metal of the cycle below him.

His helmet was just as black as the rest of his suit, an opaque visor attached to the front which hid the driver's face from view and shielded his eyes from the rays of the sun that fell on his form. However on each side of the protective headwear there was outlined in white, a large black bird wing, its plumage facing the back as it would remind someone of the wings that appear on the Greek god Hermes' sandals. Small air gusts painted next to the wings to give the illusion that they were flapping, which in their own right made the entire cycle and its passenger appear to be going even faster then they were.

He said nothing for a long time as he kept his head low and continued moving down the road, till in front of him the large end of a black limo could be seen. Every second he shortened the distance between him and the limo till he soon he was forced to put on the brakes and slow down; waiting till the limo had crossed over the horizon line again.

Letting out a short breath he released a paw from the handles to wipe his visor of perspiration, "almost saw me..." he said softly. His voice tainted with the innocence of a child as indeed, his form was rather small compared to the size of the bike that he rode.

The road kept stretching in front of him as he zoomed on ahead, the end of the limo coming into view again as he sighed softly and scooted into the right most lane. "I'm too close again...I'll come back on its trail later..." as the boy waited for the next exit to come up.

Not even bothering to read the sign that hung over the off-road, and just as the rear window of the limo came into view again, he turned off the highway and onto the exit ramp into the city. The gunmetal colored cycle with the large bird wings painted on the side vanished into the twists and turns of the inner layers of the nearby metropolis.

* * *

"That's the fifth time I saw that same motorcycle swerve around behind us," Maxi said as he laid slouched against the rear window of the limo that he had been placed in; his auburn eyes peering out of the tinted window onto the bleak and now empty road behind him.

The lion sighed as he slinked back to the floor of the truck where his body now rested after being tossed there hours earlier when he had been dragged away from Jason. His arms were secured behind his back and bound at the wrists with small plastic ties, his legs were bound at the ankles with the same restraints. His current condition allowed him the only form of transportation of slinking across the floor like a worm, his golden yellow fur picking up all the dust and debris that was left on the dusty carpet. The boy remained naked, his brothers and father not even bothering to give him clothes as they simply zoomed ahead to a destination unknown to him.

Maxi had stopped crying and whimpering hours earlier, the actions getting him nothing but further scorn from his dad and quite a number of hearty laughs from Dean and Dan. Scooting forward on his chest, his sheath running along the rough rubber matting below him, he managed to angle his body so that he could push up with his legs; his upper body propelled upwards as he used his chin to grip the top of seat in front of him so he could stare into the body of the limo.

The smell of freshly upholstered leather was pungent inside the vehicle, the fumes coming from the recently replaced seats making the lion's head spin a bit. The layout of the inside of the limo was rather simple; there was the driver's seat in the front where Nathaniel sat, steering the huge black behemoth down the highway. The passenger seat was currently empty, and behind those where two benches of seats rather then individual chairs, and behind those was the trunk where Maxi sat. His brothers, Dean and Dan, were currently sitting on the bench just behind the driver's seat, which left an empty bench between them and the youngest lion. The entire limo was draped in gold silk, the seats cushioned with black leather, and there were small lights in the ceiling that illuminated the insides rather well.

The journey had been filled with the twins having a bit of sibling rivalry about this or that, usually that one nudging that other while he was trying to sleep. Their antsy actions giving clear indications to Maxi that they didn't know where the family was going either, and that they were just as desperate to get there. "Is Mom going to be there?" the cub squeaked from the trunk.

"No.." Nathaniel replied simply, his eyes not even flickering to the rear view mirror so he could view his youngest sireling. "She's with the family of the bride....yeah, Diana....you remember her?" his paws gripping the steering wheel as he continued quickly, "you fucking arrogant little whelp...she had her hopes on marrying you, and what do you do?...Flee from her like she's rotten carrion!" The pride leader turned his head to give a loud growl of frustration to his youngest son, who just looked downcast at the floor instead, before being cut off by the ring of his cell phone.

"Who is it Dad?" one of the twins quipped out, Maxi still being unable to distinguish them by voice alone, waited in silence.

"And where are we going Pop?.....Me and dumb-ass over here have been cramped up in this car for hours!" the male pitifully wailed. And thanks to the insult, there was soon again squabbling in the limo as twin shoved twin, lion punched lion, and male smacked male; the youngest sibling simply resting his chin on the back of the seat while struggling with his bound wrists and ankles.

Nathaniel quickly set the car into silence with a slam of his paw on the horn that created a deafening blast of sound. "Now shut up all of you!" he bellowed, the pride leader then straitening his mane before going back to mumbling on the miniature cell phone he held in his right paw.

Minutes passed by, and soon Maxi lost interest; slipping his chin from the head of the seat, he rested his back against the side of the trunk and stared out at the road behind them. His auburn eyes catching the tops of the green trees that passed the limo by, the blue sky which seemed to hurl white fluffs of clouds their way, and the emptiness of the road of all other life.

Finally, after much forced silence from the twins, and numerous grunts from his father, the older lion finally closed the phone and peered into the rear view mirror. "I need to stop at the office for a bit to check on some files...you three are going to stay in the car," the new directions received with groans from both Dean and Dan.

"Do we have to stay here?" one asked in a whimpering tone, obviously trying to get through to a sympathetic moral fiber in his father....though not finding a single cord.

"Yes...you are BOTH going to stay here and watch your younger brother...he's a frisky one he is...a lot of spirit in that one; at least he got something from me." The elder said as he focused his attention to the street signs above, and pulled into the right turning lane of the highway.

Maxi was elated and dishearten at his father's comment, for the first time in quite a while the cub had even received the smallest of praise from his father. But at the same time, after this passing weekend, he wanted to be nothing like the male who had sired him. The boy only gave a feral grunt of acknowledgement to his father, showing that indeed he had heard the comment, before a twin spoke up. "But how long are you going to be Dad?....Dean just crossed the seat divider again and won't stop poking me!" Dan tattled on his brother.

"I did not you little liar!" Dean quipped back as Maxi could hear the sounds of flustered punches erupting out of the first bench. He could only sigh, roll his eyes, and stare back out into the vacant road behind him.

None of this was new to him of course, for this was like every other road trip the Cordero family went on save for the fact that he was tied up naked in the trunk. Nathaniel would be driving the limo to their destination at frazzling speeds and rarely stopping to ask for directions; them not having a chauffer as Maxi could still quote his father on that, "a lion who doesn't drive himself, can't hold his head up proud." Dean and Dan would be having their normal fistfights in the back seat, always wanting to sit next to each other even though they couldn't keep their paws of each other for more then five minutes. Maxi had simply figured (after taking some psychology classes at school) that being twins, they simply wanted to prove who was the dominant one, however with each car ride a new victor would emerge and the title of best lion would change hands....at least till the next fight. He of course would be sitting in the seat farthest away from his feuding siblings, not wanting to receive any stray punches that missed their mark. The only thing missing from the mix was his mother's soothing voice that would periodically distract everyone in the car, and give a Zen like moment of peace...that is till they all started acting up again mere moments later; but somehow those mere seconds would be enough for the lioness, and she would settle back into the passenger seat, using her feline wiles to keep her husband from busting an artery and driving the car off a cliff.

Once again the cub sighed as he looked out the window, his mother's face sinking into his mind's eye as everything he saw reminded him of her. The yellow son which rained its rays down upon the black limo instantly made him feel the warmth of her golden pelt; the green tops of the trees became her sparkling eyes that held so much kindness when ever she looked down upon her youngest son; the blues of the sky, whites of the clouds, and beiges and browns of the forest floor became her wardrobe, the sunny mixture of warm and neutral colors setting her apart from all others; the faint warm wind that managed to squeeze into the limo made Maxi shiver under her ghastly touch, as though that were her breath which fed life into him. And finally, the black of the tar on the road, which made his vision of her fade into nothingness as it reminded him that she was not here, but instead at the bride's house most likely trying to get them to agree to another wedding.

The boy's thoughts were interrupted by the booming voice of his father as it cut in over the whirr of the limo's engine. "I thought I told you boys to shut up!...I can't think with all your petty squabbling." Nathaniel then sighed heavily and focused his eyes back on the road, a paw running through his mane in frustration as he concentrated on just getting to his office.

"But....But....But..." Dan stuttered as he wrestled himself free of the seatbelts that he had gotten tangled up in during the minor scuffle, "he started it!"

"I did not!" Dean said in his defense as he growled to his twin. A loud punch echoed inside the tight confines of the vehicle, as he struck his brother hard on the side of the arm. The fight quickly resumed between the quarreling siblings as they pummeled each other, restrained only by the small seatbelts which kept them from taking their battle to the rest of the car. All the way in the trunk, Maxi could still hear each hit making contact with a lion and the grunts that resulted; savage cursing following each blow as growls, hisses, and groans sounded from that first bench of seats.

A fierce growl slammed through the insides of the car as the pride leader slammed his fists on the steering wheel. "I swear..." he seethed, "if you two don't stop fighting, when we get to the cabin I'm going to beat your asses with the biggest tree limb I can find so badly, you'll be sitting the rest of the night in the fucking freezer!" his voice full of anger.

"Yes sir," the twins said quickly in unison, wincing slightly; each boy knowing full well that their father intended to go through with that exact course of action if provoked any more.

Dan then leaned over, that is after adjusting his seatbelt a bit from the most recent round of fighting, and whispered into his brother's ears, "we will finish this later." To which Dean simply replied silently with a barely noticeable head nod and a small nudge of the tuff of fur at the tip of his tail to his brother's backside.

The other twin then decided on taking over the role of peace maker, seeing their father on the verge of driving them right into a tree on purpose next time he even had to hear them in anything but whispers. "You really should calm down Dad...I mean instead you should be thrilled....we did just finally get that stupid mutt of our tails for good, we will never see him again....whatever his name was..." letting his voice fall off as he concentrated on recalling the canine's name one last time.

"Ummmm...." Dan quipped as he too was in momentary deep thought, "Jake?....Jack?....James?....Jacob?...It had to be one of them," he said obviously frustrated.

Maxi's ears pick up on the conversation as he lifts his head up, his face bleak as he softly whimpered into the interior of the car. "Jason....his name was.....er.....is....Jason," as he sniffled a bit, the thought of possibly loosing the canine who had saved his life weighing heavily on his mind.

Slowly at first, but soon a loud rumbling chuckle could be heard from the front of the car as Nathaniel tapped the horn a couple times in celebration of sorts. "Yeah, that was it....Jason...probably has a knife in the heart and bullet in the brain by now.....never going to see that worthless mongrel again!" his rough laughter filling the car as the twins soon joined in on the harsh snickering. Maxi on the other hand could only roll himself into a ball, his paws still restrained behind his back, as he whined and cried into his legs, letting his tears soak through his naked body as he shuddered in silence.

The laughter continued for what felt like hours, sometimes tapering off to the mere giggle before one of the three males would make a comment or remark about this or that and suddenly the chuckles would be back in full force. Maxi could only hide his head in his body as he wished his paws were free so that he could stop the assault on his ears by all the laughter towards who he deemed to be the only person who ever gave a true and honest damn about him. "Jason's still alive...I know it...I can feel him..." the youngest feline whimpered to himself in a desperate move to keep himself thinking positively.

Suddenly the entire limo jerked to the right as Nathaniel turned the wheel around the steering column so many times he w though that it might actually pop right off. Maxi rolled around in the trunk of the car, having no seatbelt to restrain himself to the car, and bumping his head against the random objects in there as he finally came to a rest with his gaze looking out the window on his right. "Whoops!..." his father's voice rang out through the car in a nonchalant manner, "seems we were laughing so hard about that fucked-up fruitcake that I almost missed the exit for the office," he said with a small shrug; as indeed Maxi could see from his position the exit sign for which they were now turning into.

The sign that hung above the paved road they were now traveling off of, having left the highway moments ago, was a simple hunter green and had only the words 'Cordero Family Industries...Limited entry admitted...No canines'. Of course the cub knew full well just where his family got all their finances from, CFI was a major producer in just about everything, from movies and plays to Tupperware and cheese graters. The feline slowly shifted into a seating position as he rose to his knees and stared out the windows around him, seeing the large looming gray structure come up fast in front of him, the building which gave his family...and by that same virtue himself control over just about everything he could ever want.

Slowly the limo pulled up the long and winding driveway till it came to the security checkpoint, a small white shack connected to a large steel gate which blocked entrance into the executive section of the facility. A rather large equine made his way out of the small building once he saw the limo approaching, a paw going to pull the small blue hat from his head as he held it to his chest in a sign of respect for the passing motorist. "They sent me a message that you were coming....arrangements have already been made sir," he replied briskly before the limo even had a chance to get its window have down.

Maxi could tell even from his distance that the security guard was rather nervous about having to talk to the leader of the facility, "must be new..." he hunched as he continued to watch. The horse was at best late twenties, early thirties, his black hair was combed back and put into a ponytail as it laid across his back, his pale colored pelt a rich beige while his mane was a warm pale yellow that stood out against the his uniform. The equine wore a tight blue button-up shirt with the badge attached to the pocket, his pants were a simple design of black fabric with a somewhat reflective stripe going down the side of each leg; the guard's belt contained a number of little trinkets, and from what Maxi could make out, there was a can of some sort of spray, a cellphone, some handcuffs, and on the side closest to him was a holster which held a small black pistol in its grip.

"Mucho gracious.....Tim," Nathaniel said as he looked closely at the small name tag pin which had been clipped to the pocket just below the badge. That was one thing that the cub could never understand about his father, that no matter who some one was or what position they did, he was always happy, cheerful, and usually witty around them as long as they were feline....or just about anything else that wasn't canine; but give him the smartest dog scientist you could find, and he'd treat him like the scum you scrape off from the bottom of one's boot after going for a run in the woods.

"Thank you sir!" the Tim replied in earnest as he gave a small bow, his hair falling across his face as he quickly straitened it as soon as he stood up. He then quickly peered into the car, noticing the twins sitting in the front seat and the top of Maxi's ears resting in the trunk. "Oh....they didn't mention that you were bringing your sons along...shall I radio ahead and as them for an esc-" before being cut off by a wave of the executive's paw.

"No need....they wanted to stay in the car while I ran in quickly..." his head swiveling around as he look directly at his offspring, "didn't you boys?"

Dean and Dan merely looked at each other, neither willing to challenge their father's already preset plans before giving a wide grin, "yes father." Their gaze then turning as they stared at the trunk where their sibling lay restrained, the horse's gaze following theirs as he too noticed the boy in the trunk. Maxi sensing that everyone was staring at him...or rather his position, he slowly lifted his head above the back seat and stared back, unsure why he had suddenly become a person of interest to his family.

"Seems you have a stow away in the trunk Mr. Cordero...shall I take care of him so you sir?" Tim said as his paws moved to the can of spray at his waist and the pair of handcuffs hanging just over his tail.

"Once again, no need my good sir...he has already been properly restrained and will not be a problem to anyone....will you boy?" the voice of his father seeming kind, yet intensely forceful at the same time. The cub could only shake his head and give a weak smile as he lowered his head behind the seat again and rested it against the trunk floor. "See....no problem....now would you mind letting us in? I do have a rather important meeting I must attend with some of the board members....your boss's boss I might add will be there, I'll be sure to put in a good word for you."

"You would do that for me?!?" the equine asked with startled eyes as he gave another small bow. "Yes sir...absolutely sir....right away sir...opening the gates now sir..." he replied franticly as he scooted back to his small shed and hit the large red button on the desk.

Nathaniel Cordero merely gave him a small nod and rolled up the windows as he drove into the executive parking lot, the entrance underground as he steered the limo down the ramp and took a space which had his name on a small plaque, tacked to one of the beams. Once he put the vehicle into park and unbuckled his seatbelt, he slowly turned around and glared at his three up and coming sons, "now all of you...I want you to behave so that we don't have the fire trucks here like last time...I don't need another fine and some more code violation bullshit...got me?"

Both twins nodded simultaneously, "yes father..." they said with drone like intensity, making there eyes seem glaze over for the brief moment just to force their point that they had heard the warning.

Nathaniel only sighed, hearing two voice when he had asked for three. His agitated tone showing as his eyes seemed to burn holes right through the rear seat so that he could see his youngest cub sitting naked and tied up in the trunk, "Maximillion?"

Slowly the head of the smallest lion rose from the back, his mane covered with dust and was quite dirty, his cheeks stained with his own tears as he sneers a bit at his father. "And just what exactly am I going to do Dad?...I'm bound, naked, one step away from being gagged, and my best friend is dead....just what the hell do you expect me to do? Just leave me alone till we get to our destination, I'm going to go to sleep and the-" his voice cut off by a wave of his father's paw.

"Good enough for me boy..." he said with little attention. The elder slipped his paws between the seats and brought out a small manila folder which he placed under his arm before opening his door. "Now, I should be back in a bit....unless this meeting I have with the board of directors takes longer then expected....there is some soda and beer in the center console...oh and Dean, Dan....watch Maxi will you? He has escaped more then enough times for the moment." And with that he slipped from the car, adjusted his wind breaker a moment, and undid and refitted the scarf around his neck just before slamming the car door and walking to the executive elevator in the corner of the underground parking garage.

Dean and Dan gave each other a high-five as they unbuckled their respective seatbelts and quickly opened the center consol, each removing a can of beer before closing it, not even bothering to ask their younger sibling if he had wanted anything. But the cub couldn't care, the lack of a distraction gave him leave to survey the place where his father parked the limo. It seemed that every other space also had a small plaque above the spot, however none of the spots were filled with vehicles of any sort. The columns on either side of the limo were a dirty concrete gray, as was the rest of the underground garage, save for the glowing red 'exit' signs and the gold doors on the elevators that sat behind the limo. The entrance that the limo had drove in could be seen to Maxi's right, the light of the day slowly flickering into the cave of parking that rested a couple meters under the earth. There were trash bins scattered around the floor, security cameras in every corner, and hanging overhead lights which flickered within moments of going out. Maxi could see from his spot the cars going past the entrance to the garage at ground level before he sighed, seeing nothing of true interest, and rested his head against the floor of the trunk, closing his eyes in the process.

Maxi could hear the scuffling of movement and feel the vibrations of heavy shoes on the limo floor. "Alright Dan....Dad's left, so let us continue with the exercises, shall we?" a very impatient Dean said as he popped the top of his can and took a swig before setting it in the cup holder next to his seat.

"Fine bro....but I'm taking you down this time....same rules as always, loser submits?" Dan asked with a grin before he too opened his beer and gulped some, resting the container in his cup holder.

Now the other twin gave a moment to think, "hmmm....how about winner chooses?" he asked wishfully, getting a nod of out his copy before continuing on. "Well if I win..." Dean said with a puffed out chest, "you have to still have a little resistance...I like it when they fight back."

"That's just peachy with me....and if I win you have to do whatever I say, deal?" as Dan extended a paw, only for it to be shaken by the other lion vigorously. "Good....but we can't do it in here...I mean this bench is in the way," a small whining in his voice as it seems his brother had really pumped him up to want to do this.

"Oh don't wuss out on me just yet bro," a small smirk passing over Dan's muzzle, "I think I saw Dad once fold back the seats when he had to bring papers home from the office....should be a switch around here somewhere."

Soon both brothers were on their paws and knees, feeling around the base of the large bench for anything that could possibly look and feel as though it might lower the seat. Maxi on the other hand was attempting to keep his words to his father and indeed fall sleep, but the constant voices of his brothers was making that goal seem lofty at best; so instead he contented himself to lie there, listen, and wait.

Suddenly the moment of silence was broken by loud squeal, "found it!!" Dan shouted as he pulled a small lever hidden under the seat and watched as the top flip down and the entire bench sink into the floor till there was now an even place to have their events. "You are SO going down....but since it was your idea, I'll concede that you can choose the main event because I'm such a nice guy," a small smirk appearing on his face as he motioned to the other bench, "but, should we lower that one too?"

"Nah....I think we have enough room," Dean replied as he walked back and forth over the now open area, "well...it is too small to do anything really complex ain't it?" getting only a single nod form his twin. "So....how about a simple wrestling match, first to pin and make the other submit wins," he said before taking a moment to modify, "in...Hillbilly style, bare chests, in other words....no shirts."

"Fine with me..." came the answer as the sounds of undressing ensued. Each twin removing their baseball caps, their black jackets, and the gray fleeces which covered their chests so that each feline was clad only in a wife-beater; though this is where their attire differed as Dean wore a gray...almost silver colored one while Dan sported a bright yellow one that seemed to almost blend with his fur. "Hey....I thought we were wearing our yellow ones today?" Dan said, a bit miffed at the discrepancy.

Dean sighed and shook his head slowly as he took the tiny strap of fabric from his defined abs, "I lost that one remember?.....anyways, what does it matter? Not like anyone could see it and tell us apart one way or another....now, get that rag off and let's start already!" his voice having the competitive edge on it as he began doing stretches on his side of the car.

Now with the first bench no longer obstructing his view of the interior of the car, and from his position on the floor of the trunk, simply by turning over Maxi was able to see under the bench and out into the arena before him. "Alright alright....I'm ready..." Dan replied as he tossed his shirt to the floor. The two male lions then took a moment to admire their twin's muscular build; each boy having a full set of abs and defined chest which glistened and shined under the interior lights of the limo. Their bodies almost perfect mirror images of each other as they stood there glaring over their apartment, the thought of victory running strongly through each feline's mind. Then Dan too started stretching and preparing till he took his place on the opposite side of the car from his twin, "so....how we going to decide when the match starts?"

"I don't know!" Dean replied in a frustrated whine as he glared around the car for anything that could solve his problem. He took a swig of his beer to calm him down before the idea struck, quickly he polished off the rest of his drink and held the empty can aloft. "As soon as this can his the ground.....we go, okay?" his tail shifting behind him as he got down into his ready stance, standing only on the pads of his paws as he did once last stretch before simply staring at his twin.

"Fine....Good....Let's get this started already shall we? I want to finish this all before father comes back from his meeting." He then watched in silent awe as his brother tossed the empty can into the air, seeing it swivel and turn end over end shortly before plummeting to the ground with a ping. At that moment both boys launched themselves at each other, their paws grappling the other at the shoulder as they glared into each other's eyes only to see a reflection of their own.

Maxi merely sighed and rolled his eyes, having seen his brothers spar plenty of times in the past, though he was a bit curious what they meant in setting some sort of wagers. The limo was soon filled with the grunts of the two muscle bound lions going at each other clad only in the amber jeans they wore this morning when they had come to take their brother from that disgusting hotel room. Their sneakers began squeaking on the floor as each feline seemed to be evenly matched and soon they broke the hold they had on each other and moved to the outer ring of the arena they had created, circling around the center like two feral predators ready to fight to the death.

Then striking like a hidden cobra in the grass, Dean launched himself low at the ground, grappling his twins legs in his arms as he felt the weight of his brother topple over in front of him with a surprised squeal. "Got you know.." he said with a sneer as he used one arm to hold the legs together and prevent them from moving while using the other to slowly push his body up along that of Dan's form.

Though not to be out done, Dan struck back, or more to the truth his tail struck back. While his arms were busy trying to free his legs from Dean's vice like grip, the lion used his tail to directly assault his sibling's face; the furry clump of hair at the end of the thin appendage swiping at the golden muzzle and eliciting growls of frustration from his brother till at least Dean used his free paw to restrain the tail against the legs as well, a confident smirk across his face.

But that look soon disappeared as he realized that now with one paw holding the legs together, and the other keeping his brother's tail from annoying the crud out of him, he had no means by which to stop Dan's coming assault. And boy did Dan bring his power against his carbon copy of a sibling, as the feline used his paws to clasp onto either side of Dean's entire head and began twisting and turning it, as though attempting to snap his neck in two and leave him paralyzed on the limo floor. But he had to make sure that he kept his claws retracted, knowing that if their father even saw one small mark on their bodies, he wouldn't hesitate one moment to beat them both till as he had said, "You'd be sitting in the freezer all afternoon." However soon his actions began having the desired effect as the lion's body began moving with the twisting motions of his head till at last Dan managed to flip Dean off of his legs and onto his back in the center of the ring.

"Prepare to get squashed fuzzhead!" Dan sneered as he took a moment to get to his feet before launching himself on top of his brother, fully prepared to use all his weight to force him against the floor of the limo. The lion's upper body hit his brother first as he had his paws pin down his opponents arms at the wrists, holding them off to the side. His eyes shined like small flickering embers as a sneered crossed his face, "I'm wining this match bro!"

Dean merely stared upwards, a smirk across his own muzzle as he quickly pulled his legs into his chest. "I'm not going to be so easy to beat Dan..." as he lifted his legs so that the soles of his beige sneakers came in contact with Dan's chest, preventing the other lion from slamming his lower body against his sibling. Then, using all of his might, the pinned lion pushed upwards with his muscular and tossed Dan against the right side of the limo so hard that Maxi feared the entire vehicle would tip over on its side.

Now certainly not being one to let opportunity pass him by, Dean struggled to his feet, stumbling a moment before getting a visual lock on his brother's position and charging at him full speed. The other lion barely had time to react before he felt a strong shoulder blade slam into his chest, easily knocking what little wind remained inside of him out into the air. "Submit!!" Dean cried as his paws wrapped around his brother's waist and pulled him into a tight bear hug, threatening to squeeze him like a tube of toothpaste.

"N-Never..." Dan managed to cough out as he did his best to reach a sort of Zen like moment and control his breathing so as to still keep his wits about him. The feline's back was slammed up against the side of the limo and was constantly being shoved harder against the wood paneling by the bulk of weight that was his twin. He legs were the only thing that kept him aloft as he wrapped his arms around his brother's neck and pulled him into a choke hold while Dean had his brother in a tight bear hug. Each male gripped and squeezed, trying to drive their opponent to cough out a submission, but each having too strong of a will to ever admit defeat to the other.

The grunting of his siblings soon began to bore Maxi, as easily lost interest, seeing that neither of his brothers planned on changing their tactics anytime soon and that most likely the fight would end in a stalemate when their father came back from his meeting. But soon his ears picked up a sound that did strike a note of curiosity in the kitten, as he lifted his head to peer out of the rear tinted window again and back into the dank yet will lit underground garage.

The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the maze of concrete pillars as Maxi strained his eyes to find the source before he saw movement from the far corner of the garage. Slowly a figure stepped into the light as Maxi analyzed and scrutinized every dimension of his form, having long lost interest in his siblings' wrestling match for the moment. "I wonder what this guy is doing here..." he asked himself in just above a whisper as he watched attentively.

The figure looked to be a large tiger, Siberian Maxi figured as he was dressed in a janitor's uniform from head to paw. A deep hunter green pair of suspenders covered a light green t-shirt and a pair of umber colored work boots and backwards hat finished off the look. Yet something seemed incomplete about the large tiger, a thing that he couldn't quite put his finger on till he saw the male turn around once to get a better grip on his surroundings before pulling out a small cell phone. "Where is his tail?" the cub muttered in surprise, for where one's tail should be...there was only a large bump as though something were being covered up and kept from view.

A loud 'snap' echoed through the garage as it appeared that a buckle on the Siberian tiger's suspenders had given way, and Maxi let a small mew escape when he saw the rear of the garment fall away from the body. For instead of a normal feline tail that was strait and covered in a soft coat of fur, a large scaly tail slipped out in its place. The tail's bright blue and yellow reptilian scales reflected the light around it as it wagged behind the tiger a moment before he finally noticed it and quickly stuffed it back into his clothes before buckling it back up, but by then it was too late for Maxi to forget the sight. "He.....He's a half-breed..." the word leaving his mouth in a small ghostly whisper, his eyes watching the tiger begin to dial on his small cell phone before putting it to his ear and pacing around the garage.

"Hey there....it's me," the tiger spoke into the phone as he wondered back and forth around the pillars. His voice seeming rather on the young side, though Maxi couldn't give any more of an estimate then around his age or so. "What do you mean who is this?.....it's me!!...Davy...you know....Davy Ein..." he said as he ran his other paw through his hair in frustration.

"So...now he has a name..." Maxi said in a whisper again. Glancing back once at his brothers to see that they were still in the same position he had left them in, before returning his attention back to the tiger.

The tiger grunted a bit in acknowledgement to whatever was said on the other side of the line before scouting the garage again. "Yeah yeah I'm here....remember the poker game?....huh, I said the poker game!" he stressed again as he took a moment to stare at the limo. Maxi could only watch as he nodded again into the phone, "uh huh....bet low right?....yeah I got it...wait, that's the checked one?" his voice sounding a bit surprised as he stared back at the limo as Maxi instinctively ducked, even though the rear window was tinted.

Soon the cub was wishing that his paws weren't bound behind him as he wiggled in a feeble effort to free himself, only to no avail. "What is a half-breed doing here anyways?" he mumbled to himself, as he lifted his head back up into the window to stare out at Davy once more.

"Mark?!?....oh, mark....hold on..." he feline said as he stole glances around till his eyes fell on the window where the lion watched him from. The tiger stared intently at that one place as though he could see the feline through the heavily tinted glass, but soon he simply shrugged and went back to pacing, "yeah....mark is on the table," he replied smoothly. There was more whispered mumbling on the other line before Davy talked again, "taking a look at the hand!?!...are you sure that is such a good idea? I mean I don't want you to get caught cheating..." though it seems that who ever was one the other side managed to convince him as he sighed and nodded before closing the cell phone, checking once again that his tail was safely tucked away, and then walking back into the garage from whence he came.

Maxi simply watched the half-breed feline reptile leave before the grunts of his brothers filled his ears once again; so just as stealthily as he did it the first time, he rolled back to the floor of the trunk and peered out into the makeshift arena they had constructed. And by this point, the smallest lion cub had given up on ever getting his wrists or ankles free from the plastic ties that bound them together.

It now seemed that they had changed position since the last time that Maxi had seen them a few minutes prior. Dan's legs speared to have given out from under him and thus he had slid down the side of the limo till he reached where the wall met the floor, and there he sat with his arms still in a head lock around Dean's head; while dean had managed to keep his intense bear hug around his brother even though he was now literally laying on top of him due to the position change. "Just as stubborn as ever..." Maxi commented to himself as he saw that even though the fighters had changed position, they hadn't changed tactics.

Dean soon realized that he couldn't keep up this position any more, for his brother's grip around his neck as slowly depriving his brain of needed oxygen and he had begun having small dizzy spells and become lightheaded. So slowly the feline unclasped his paws from around Dan's back and moved them to his bare stomach, a move that went unnoticed by his twin until Dan felt a sharp pain from his chest and instantly released Dan, who sprung back to his feet and hopped backwards till his back was resting against the left side of the limo and he was catching his breath.

"What the hell did you do to me you asshole?" Dan shouted as his paws ran over his sculpted abs till he felt a small red mark. Slowly he backed himself up till he was able to look down at his golden colored pelt and saw five small red scratches which shown out of the pelt like beacons of blood. But running his fingers over them, he saw that they were not bleeding, merely scratched the surface as he growled at his brother.

"I scratched you....what does it look like I did?" Dean said in response as he took in deep breaths, reviling in the sensations of filling up his lungs completely with air; the dizzy spells and light headedness vanishing almost instantly.

A growl erupted from Dan that seemed to make the entire parking garage quiver with sound. "You bastard!!" he snarled as he winced from the marks on his body, "I thought we agreed not to use claws."

"I never agreed to such a rule brother..." Dean replied nonchalantly. His paws gently massaging his neck as he turned to look out the window at the garage, making sure no one had seen or head his twin's screeching. "Rules for past fights don't have any bearing on other ones...remember that rule from the start? So I had free range on anything I could do that wasn't mentioned....it was implied consent."

"Don't throw your fucking legal terms at me..." Dan said in a deep voice, his body slowly rising till he was on his feet once again and just stared intently at the back of his sibling's head. "And don't you know the first rule of wrestling....never turn your back to your opponent!" and with that he rushed his fellow lion with his right elbow out and his paws locked together to form a small triangle of empty space between his arms and his chest.

Dean barely had time to realize his mistake before he felt the point of his brother's elbow drive directly into his spine, the added pressure in turn driving him hard into the side of the limo, pushed up against the tinted window. He growled loudly as his paws moved behind him in an attempt to get his brother off of him, but that only succeeded in getting both of his arms held behind him as Dan grappled each wrist as soon as they made their move. Dan shoved again, even harder this time as he moved his muzzle till it was directly next to his brother's ears, "submit Dean...I've got you...just give in..."

"N-never..." Dean growled out as his face was pushed abruptly into the window, his nose leaving a wet tail across the glass till he was pulled back and given room to breathe. Suddenly his feet found their footing as he shoved his weight to the left and felt the grip on his arms loosen for a moment, "you'll have to do better then tha-"

The ground interrupted his words as Dan had felt the movement and instead of letting go, simply turned his body to make Dean loose his balance and fall, and once face down against the floor of the limo, the lion quickly subdued him by resting his knees directly on the middle his brother's back. Dan's right arm kept the feline's paws constantly restrained against his back while the left paw moved to grip behind his siblings right leg and pull it back till it too was held against his back. "Care to rethink that statement dear brother?" Dan snarled with pride.

"Fucking prick, go suck a...Ahhhh!" Dean screamed as he felt an elbow jab into his neck as the rest of his limbs were pulled taught into positions that weren't normal for the joints to be in. A sinister laughter could be heard from the lion who was now sitting on top of him as he made feeble attempts to flip himself over or even mount any sort of attack, though each try was only met with another jab to his neck. Finally he lowered his head, "fine....I give...this time.."

"What was that bro?" Dean snickered from above, "I couldn't hear you....could you be a doll and repeat it?" his tail flickering around behind him in a joyous respite at besting his twin in a game of strength and skill.

"I said I fucking submit!!....Are you happy now?" he screamed as he closed his eyes and let his face rest against the floor of the vehicle. "Can you let me up so this can begin?" he said with a sigh as his arms and leg were beginning to ache from prolonged restraint.

"Gladly!" retorted a much brighter Dan as he released the arms and leg before slowly taking his knees off from the middle of his siblings back, and getting up to brush off his now dusty jeans. "You know the rules......that now I make all the rules..." a smug look on his face as he looked down for a moment to check the scratches on his golden chest, "you are so going to pay for these scratches Dean."

"Yeah, yeah...." Dean replied with a sigh as he slowly brought himself back to standing, his arms gently massaging his aching joints and neck, trying to get the feeling back in the previously tormented areas. He then dusted off his jeans and retied one of his shoes which had become loose in the struggle. Finally he stood their with eyes downcast as he shuffled about in front of the winning twin.

Dan could only grin at his brother's hard earned submission, "now...for your first task, go make sure that we didn't wake up Maxi with all the noise we made during our wrestling match." A smirk passing over his face as took a step closer, "now get too it," as he gave a firm slap to Dean's jean clad rump.

Instantly the lion growled and turned around to face the smug expression upon his brother's muzzle, "no."

"Hey hey, you can't do that..." Dan said as he placed his paws on his hips, his tail wiggling behind him in a rather stiff manner. "We agreed that if I won you would do everything I say....as in completely submissive," his voice agitated at his brother's apparent backstabbing.

"Yeah.....well make me," Dean cooed as he crossed his arms on his chest and smiled a gleaming row of fangs to his brother.

"Hmpf...if you say so" the other twin replied as he walked over to his jacket and reached into one of the pockets, "well I figured you might try to pull one of these stunts if he decided on having one of our matches....so I came prepared this time." And it was at that point that he pulled out a small leather leash and spike studded collar, the metal reflecting the light from inside the car as Dan strolled over and without even a fight from his sibling, slipped it over his twins neck before clipping the leach to a small ring on the collar.

Maxi watched with increased interest as Dean merely looked the collar over, running his fingers over the metal spikes before down the length of leather that made up his makeshift leash. "You have got to be kidd-" was all the lion could get out before his twin gave a hard yank on the leash that almost made him loose his balance. Dan then just simply pointed to the trunk where their younger sibling lay and gave a grunt; While, grumbling the collared feline slowly moved over and peered down behind the last bench into the truck below.

Having heard his name mentioned, the smallest cub quickly tried to fake that he was indeed sleeping and therefore ignorant of his brothers' actions. Maxi couldn't do anything with his arms, since they were still bound at the wrists behind his back, so instead he moved his bound legs up to his chest in a semi fetal position. He had shuffled over till he found something remotely soft to rest his head on, though the only material that fit that description was what appeared to be a tire cover of sorts. His ears, the boy folded against his head as he softly closed his eyes, making them see more naturally asleep then if he had squinted tightly. And slowly he began to regulate his breaths as he heard footsteps approaching his position; soon he felt wafts of hot breath covering his face as he dare not open his eyes to see his brother. But soon the gusts of moist air died away, "yeah...he's out like a light Dan," his sibling said as he heard the footsteps retreating back to the central arena of the limo.

Hearing the squeaks from the shoes move farther away, Maxi slowly opened his eyes and scooted back to his original position so that he could stare out once again at what exactly his brothers had planed to do till their father came back. "Don't call me Dan anymore.....I'm your master and shall be referred to as such, got it boy?" the match winning lion said as he gave a stern look at the other before reaching down to one again take the end of the leash in his paw, "now get into your submissive position."

"What the hell are you talk-" was all the lion could get out before he felt a hard tug on his leash which made him loose his balance and fall over, though due to his natural feline balance, he landed on his knees and paws right where is brother was standing. Looking up, he saw a grin on Dan's face and felt a paw softly cresses right between his ears as he figured that this had been what he meant. "Yes master.." he said softly as he purred slightly from the touching, finally getting into the role-play idea that they had agreed to.

Dan could only grin and chuckles a bit, seeing that he had finally gotten through to his thickheaded sibling. "Good boy..." he said softly as he let his paw slowly glide down Dean's mane and over his face till he could slip a few fingers under his muzzle and lift his head so that their eyes could meet. "Now normally we would go all out, wouldn't we?" as he got a small nod from his pet before continuing, "but do to the confines of time...since Dad could be back at any moment...I think I'll only have time to use that sweet little muzzle of yours." A grin passing over his face as he stroked the underside of his brother's muzzle a few times, hearing a soft purr escape his lips.

Maxi was not only startled, but simply dumbfounded as he watched these actions take place a mere couple of feet from his position. He knew of course that when they were younger, his brothers had played around with each other, since they began developing at the same time...being twins as they were. A quick memory jabbed into his head like a dagger; it was seven years ago, and he was only a small cub at the tender age of ten, his brothers were fourteen and already developing a full mane just like their father. He could recall that night that their parents were out and the babysitter had just sent the three of them upstairs to go to sleep; he of course being the youngest quickly did as was told and slipped into his room as he tried to go to sleep. But Dean and Dan weren't as easy to tame and through the wall which separated their rooms, Maxi could hear feral grunts, sounds of tumbling into things and groans. And of course being the curious little kitten as he was, slowly he had slipped from his room and walked quietly next door where he peaked in through the crack in the door and stared in disbelief; for there were his brothers, completely buck naked as the day they were born, wrestling with each other on the floor of their room as they rolled over and over, bumping into numerous objects and pieces of furniture during their wrestling match.

Eventually one pinned the other, a match was called, and they slowly rose off of the other before taking a seat across from their mirror copy. Each boy had his legs spread and was vigorously pumping their paws around their sheaths...which at that time Maxi had only known to ever need whenever he had to use the bathroom. So, in awe he stared at his older brothers till the winner summoned the other closer and in a move that made the onlooker loose his breath, made the loose take his now exposed tip into his mouth eliciting moans from the owner. Neither of the boys lasted very long and soon the winner unloaded into the other's mouth while he let himself go all over his soft golden fur. Maxi was so surprised at the white streaks which came out, that he managed to loose his footing and fall through the open door, landing face down in front of two very exposed and enraged older siblings. They merely grumbled something, and before Maxi could even make a move they had pounced on him and quickly removing the pajamas which he had put on earlier. "Let's see if he can cum..." one of them said as the other only nodded, though Maxi could recall having absolutely no idea what either was talking about. Quickly he felt small paws begin to travel over his body before all ending up at his small but hardening sheath, a small mew escaping his body as he arched his back, the tip of his lionhood poking out from its golden covering.

He wasn't sure what exactly was happening to his body, but a soft stream of whimpers, mews, and purrs left his muzzle till he felt two small tongues licking at is loins. Instantly he felt this wave of pleasure wash over his body, but being to young to do anything he simply had a dry orgasm as he twitched a bit on the floor. He could remember his brothers simply staring in wonder at their younger sibling till they both burst out laughing at his lack of performance and moved away from him. "He's still a little kitten.." they said in snickers and giggles, "he'll never be a real lion!" as Maxi could remember his cheeks burning red and tears beginning to soak his cheeks. Quickly grabbing his clothes, he had rushed from their room and leapt into his own bed, hiding under the covers as he softly cried himself to sleep, laughter still being heard from the room next door as he figured that his brothers simply cleaned themselves up and went to bed....that night never spoke of again.

Slowly Maxi faded out from his memory as he watched Dan take a seat on the arm rest of the passenger seat and slowly tug on the leash as he beckoned his temporary slave over to do his bidding. He was still amazed that not only had they continued doing their little matches of power, control, and dominance...but they had enhanced it now far beyond anything he could have imagined with rules, styles, and punishments to go along with the winner and loser.

From his seat on the floor of the trunk, he witnessed Dean slowly crawl over on his paws and knees till he was seated in front of his brother, a longing look on his muzzle before Dan merely nodded and gave a small grunt, as if he required further persuasion. For soon the lion's paws were fiddling with his master's fly and snaps till at last he could drag down Dan's amber jeans, exposing his firm golden legs and tented black boxers. "May I Dan...err...I mean master?" the feline whined slightly as his fingers rested on either side of the ever expanding bulge.

"About time you got to it pet," the other twin responded as he gave a gentle tug on the leash before he felt his brother begin to lower his boxers, thus exposing his half-hard sheath, and large egg sized orbs to the warm air inside of the limo. Then without a missed beat, Dean quickly scooped up the furring covering in his paws as he slowly began to squeeze and stroke it till the red tip of his sibling's member poked out and he could hear moans from the lion above him. Dan's tail waved behind him abruptly as he felt the stirrings of pleasure begin to speed through his body and take hold of his mind like a vice.

"C-Can I...touch myself master?" the feline asked, fully engrossing himself in his performance as a complete submissive. Stealthily, he slid one paw from his brother's now throbbing cock to gently caresses the golden sac underneath, the tips of his claws slowly pricking at sensitive areas which he knew would drive his brother even farther into the tightening grip of lust.

Though Dean retained enough of his mental stability to shake his head, doing his best to hold back the torrent of seed which was building up not only from dominating his twin, but also from the wrestling match they had had earlier and the rush of physical contact. "Not until I feel that tongue drinking my milk....got that?" as he groaned again and leaned back on the armrest, opening his legs wider to give easier access to his pleasure pet.

Dan could simply sigh, figuring that his brother wouldn't have let him off that easily, though he soon felt a small yank on his leash that told him to get to work, a signal he woefully obeyed. "Fine..." he said slowly as he first licked round his muzzle to moisten the area before taking a deep breath of his twin's musk and slowly extending the tip of his tongue to drag along the underside of the shaft. Instantly he could feel the pulse from his brother's shiver as a loud purr filled the limo and threatened to expose their actions to any random passerby who just happened to be around. "Shhh will you?....or else we will both get caught, and then you arte going to be the one who has to explain this to Dad," he said arrogantly before leaning in again and giving another lick to the pulsing meat in his paws.

"I know I know...but it's been so long since I won a match, just taking it all in..." he let out in a deep lust filled breath before giving another small tug on the leash in his paw. And he was instantly rewarded with a hot and moist cavern to sink the head of his lion's pride into as he felt his sibling slowly drop his muzzle over his shaft. Instinctively he thrust his hips and heard his brother gag a moment on his cock before he pulled back and let his sibling once again get used to taking his throbbing length into his muzzle. But soon enough he herd and felt the willing movements of the feline trying again, his rough tongue gently scraping against the sensitive head of his cock, pulling even deeper growls from his throat.

Growling a bit at the bucking hips, Dean managed to slowly sink the pulsating meat into his mouth, making small suctioning actions that forced his brother to whimper like a new born kitten. But soon the tugging on his leash became more forceful, and he knew that his twin wanted to feel his cock be massaged by his throat, a task which he hadn't preformed in some time; though with the head and first few inches of lion meat stuffed into his muzzle, he didn't exactly have any way to complain. And so with a little hesitation, he managed to open up his throat muscles and let the thick mucky member slide into it, and while gagging a bit on the head, he soon managed to find a small rhythm as he bobbed up and down in short heated bursts of energy.

The wining lion easily accommodating as he placed his paws on his brother's head and gently gripped the perk ears, shoving his down onto his cock as he became in greater need of release. His brother having sucked his entire member into the warm depths of his muzzle and throat, now was able to slide his tongue out and begin ravaging his golden sac with licks and suckles. Another move that nearly brought him over as he struggled to remain in control, his eyes closing as he held his brother's head still and began face fucking him with his hips.

"Al-alright..." Dan finally mustered between his moans as he felt himself tense for a second time, pre already dripping in rivers out of his cock and being greedily drunk down by his sibling. And moments afterwards, he felt the paws leave his body and the flustered unzipping of pants before seeing his twin quickly push down his own jeans and black boxers to revel an already leaking cock. His paws instantly grabbed at the sheath and began jerking it in rhythm to the sucking motions he made to his brother. The master quickly giving a small yank on the leash, "only one....paw," he mumbled before hearing a small growl, then a paw returning back to his own body as it began to gently stretch and squeeze his golden sac.

But the loss of one paw quickly left Dan's mind as he set about fulfilling his own inner lusts while at the same time keeping his domineering brother happy and pleased. He began to purr from his own paw pawing his throbbing lion shaft; those vibrations being sent strait into the cock which he held trapped in his muzzle and throat, while his tongue bathed the sweaty sac of his sibling. Though he could feel the orbs start to expand and pull up close to his brother's body, signaling that indeed his sibling was close to letting go of his seed.

Streams of howls, purrs, gasps, and groans, leapt from the pair as Maxi watched, his sights unhindered as he could see Dan's brow begin to wrinkle, his face become thought, and his fingers and toes curling before a loud scream erupted from his tightly clenched muzzle. The lion threw his head back as he felt his body giving into the ocean of pleasure he had dove into and released his hot cum into his brother's waiting muzzle.

Dean's eyes went wide as he felt the sheer volume of liquid that was being pumped into him, shot after thick creamy shot; though not having much of a choice when it came to disposing of the cum, he eagerly drank it all save for a few drops which seeped out of his muzzle and drenched his fur. After a few more moments, and what seemed to be an endless supply of cum later, the lion's cock slipped free from his jaws, it's slit still dribbling white strings of cum till at last Dean shoved it back into his jeans and refastened them. "God....that was good...." He said with a relived sigh as he basked in the after glow of his much needed release.

"Can I cum sir?.." Dean asked pitifully as he wiped his muzzle free from cum and licking from the back of his paw before he began to use those fingers to fondle his own throbbing shaft. "Please..." he whined as he now reared back onto his haunches, giving his sibling a show with the leash and collar still fastened around his neck.

"Alright pet....you may have your release..." his ears then picking up something as he turned to the window and saw a small light blink on at the top of the elevator, "though I suggest you hurry....since it seems that Dad is returning." Dan could only begin to snicker as he walked over and picked up his golden wifebeater and slipping it over his chest to hide the small marks his brother had given him earlier.

"WHA?!?" the pleasuring lion shouted as he whipped his head around to see that indeed the elevator was being to move. His paws instantly went into overdrive as they became only golden blurs of movement along his heavily leaking cock, as he let loose more purrs and hiss of increased pleasure.

Dan merely shrugged as he reached down to the floor of the limo and gently pushed a tab as the small hydraulic lifts began to raise the first bench again, "yeah....sorry about that, wish I could do something though," a large smirk washing over his face. And as soon as the bench had completely popped back up, he took his seat again and reached over to pulled the seatbelt taught around his form before clicking it in. once secured, he simply leaned back and watched his brother furiously try to cum before their father came down from his meeting.

Maxi too had heard something rather interesting from outside, the sound of a high powered engine revving, and figuring that his brothers were too far indulged in noticing him, he slowly lifted his head and peered out towards the entranceway to the garage from the street above. And there he saw the black motorcycle from earlier the day slowly drive past, it's rider completely covered in black material as the helmet turned to look at the limo through its opaque visor. Now even though the windows are tinted, and the light was weak at the most, the small cub felt as though the rider could see him none the less, and even went so far as to know he was there and looking right back at him. But just as quickly as he was there, the motorcycle revved its engines, pulled a small wheelie, and vanished form the opening as Maxi could hear the tires screech as they barreled down the hill towards an exit.

Though soon his attention was refocused on his brothers' actions once again as he could still manage to see Dean straining with his body to allow release. "Please help me..." he mewed, his voice sounding as though it was in pain from having to hold back it's sweet seed for so long. "He...he can't find me like this bro..." the sounds of his paws slapping into his furry sac filled the limo as the scent of musk permeated everything it touched.

"Don't say I didn't warn you...." Dan cooed teasingly from his buckled seat on the bench before taking two fingers into his mouth and gently sucking on them. He then took an extra few seconds to simply marvel at his brother's position, leaning back on his haunches with his jeans around his knees, his paws working his cock and sac savagely as he tried in vain to push himself over the sexual cliff. Once he had gathered enough of the vision he leaned over and using one paw quickly lifted his sibling's tail up and out of the way, and before Dean could even make a pleading request to try another method, he had shoved both fingers through his anal ring and deep into his tailhole.

A fierce feral growl flew from Dean's muzzle as he arched his back, his tail quivering from the intrusion as he gave his cock a hard squeeze before feeling his seed erupt from the head. His heaving breaths told Maxi all he needed to know as he heard the sound of the white hot cum splattering to the floor of the limo below, multiple times the sound came and multiple times the feline grunted and groaned till at last Dan pulled his claws from the trembling hole and leaned back against the seat, "see, brothers always help each other out."

Heaving even more, the ding of the elevator reaching the bottom floor suddenly snapped both twins from their lustful after glows as Dean quickly pulled both his boxers and shorts back up to his waist before fastening them. "Wait...what about my seed?" he said as he saw that it still laid in a small puddle on the limo floor. Then without saying a word, Dan reached over to grasp the silver wifebeater of his brother and easily wiped up the cum before tossing it behind them both. "Geez.....thanks..." he replied in a sarcastic tone as the doors of the elevator opened and all three boys looked up to see their father stroll out, beige folder still under his arm.

Soon he was at the limo door and with the turn of a key, he was inside and strapped into his chair. With a shift of his wrist the door was slammed shut and the engine was instantly turned on as it purred to life. "So...glad to see that there were no emergencies called..." he said with a grin as he adjusted the rearview mirror for a moment to see both of his twins sitting there, one with only a wifebeater and jeans on and the other bare-chested. "Umm...any particular reason you two boys look like you are part of a striptease group?" he asked slowly as he moved the car into reverse and pulled out of the spot.

The twins nearly glanced at each other before Dean smirked, "well come on Dad, you leave us in a locked car with NO air conditioning on, I swear we would have fried had we not removed some of out shirts..." as he stopped running his mouth once he got a small shove from Dan, they both chuckling playfully at the move.

"Yeah.....yeah I suppose your right, sorry about that boys. And speaking of boys...how is Maxi back there?" his eyes focused on the road ahead as he drove out of the garage and down the small slope, taking a moment to open the gate before continuing out of the entire factory and back onto the highway.

"He's out like a light...been that way since you left us in the garage, we didn't have any trouble at all..." Dan said quickly as he stretched a bit and yawned.

"Alright....well that's good to hear, it will take us a few hours till we get to the cabin, so I might as well tell you about the meeting huh? Rather interesting this one was, anyway so there I was..." And as his father began to drone on and on about budget reports, incompetent workers, and screaming matches of the executive members, Maxi soon began to actually drift off to sleep. His head falling against the material under him as he closed his eyes, and moments later was truly out like a light in the back of his father's limo.

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Maxi woke up groggily a few hours later to a mechanical voice speaking into the car. "Access Granted Mr. Cordero....Please proceed through as the security gates have been unlocked and opened."

The limo soon started up again as he felt the wheels struggle a bit to climb up the rocky and uneven terrain that the mountain cabin was sitting on. Glaring out the window, Maxi could see that dusk had fallen and night was quickly approaching, the last hints of a sunset still apparent in the deep red sky as trails of lightly light dipped behind the horizon. The trees were like black pillars jutting from the earth to block the radiant sky from coming through, and so engrossed in this image of nature's beauty that he failed to hear the limo come to a stop and turn off.

That is till he heard the shuffling of his brother's trying to free themselves as quickly as possible from their seatbelts, and his father's booming voice of a man with a mission, "everybody OUT!"

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hey hey, if your reading this that either means you skipped through my tale or actually read it. either way i would love your thoughts and comments on anything i could do to improve my writing for next time. will...till next i write, HAPPY PAWING OFF!!