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Disclaimer: Contains M/M/M furry smut. Triple the pleasure, triple the fun. Warning: Contains some really twisted stuff. Why? Because there are some twisted furs out there who like this sort of thing. If your not one of the few, the proud, the depraved, then don't read this. I had an online acquaintance stumble across the first parts of this series and came to me later saying I probably hit every weird kink out there. Not. Quite. I think I manged to hit a few more in this final part to the Family Business series. I will be covering the rarer kinks (Vore, Plant, Machine, Mpreg) in a later story series, in an Island of Dr. Moreau spoof, so be on the lookout for it. Unless otherwise noted, all characters are copyright Eldyran. Grylor is copyright himself, used with his permission. Until then, as always, Do Not Taunt Happy Fun Ball(tm) !!!

Family Business - Part III - The New Addition

2006 by Eldyran

Mycaelis sat with his eyes closed in his restored crimson red 1974 Fiat 124 Spider, listening to Bach's Concerto for violin in E major, second movement, Allegro. As the gentle sun beat down upon him in the open canopy of his car, his paws made slow, outspread sweeping motions to the gentle rise and fall of each of the the violin's measures. After a few minutes, the movement ended, and he opened his eyes to the entrance to the hotel he was parked beside.

Almost as if on cue, Grylor emerged from its plush entrance, the tan, young adult male lupine now dressed in a school girl's outfit. Grylor made his way over to the passenger side with a slight sway of his hips, the material of his black skirt shuffling to each side as he did so. Mycaelis greeted his son with a bold kiss as Grylor slipped into the black leather bucket seat, their lupine tongues dancing, twirling around each other in their slightly parted muzzles.

"So Pet, did you clean up the evidence? Is your future brother resting comfortably?" Mycaelis said as he broke the deep kiss, running a loving paw just underneath his son's muzzle.

"Yes Master," Grylor replied, nodding with a giggle. "I even left the note you wrote, just as you commanded."

"Thats a good pet," Mycaelis said with a smile, scratching Grylor's right furry ear, "Now all we need is for ..." A ring of Mycaelis' cell phone cut him off, and he reached into his coat pocked to fish it out.

"Mycaelis speaking ..."

"Mike this is Sam, I just got off the phone with Mr. Neiderst., the information dealer you ... ummm hired. He did some checking for you, and most of the money in the fund set aside from his mother that was supposed to go to Grylor on his eighteenth birthday three months ago has gone missing or has been otherwise 'misappropriated'."

"I see," Mycaelis said with a frown, "And I have a pretty good idea where that money had been 'misappropriated' to. Mike, can you get a hold of Judge Carver and have him take a look at the current will on file at the courthouse verses the one that Maurice gave me four years ago before her accident?"

"Why Mike?" the lynx doctor asked, his voice curious over the cell phone, "Do you think her ex-girlfriend, Ms. Starling, has anything to do with it?"

"I think it's a good bet," Mike growled, thinking of that lupine bitch, and all the trouble she had caused his family over the last four years, "Oh, and Sam?"

"Yes Mike?"

"I'll need another batch of nerve tranquillizers ordered up. I have a feeling that I'm going to need them."

"Will do Mike." The doctor hung up without saying goodbye. Gylor turned to his father turned master and nuzzled his chest, his nose picking up their similar scents. Grylor kissed the spot between his son's furry ears, and drove off, leaving the unconscious lupine Two Skins in his hotel room. He would wake up in a few hours, and find the note on the nightstand next to him. The final blocks to this little melodrama had been placed, and soon everything would come together.

"Come, my Pet, we have much work to do, as we will be having two guests shortly ..."

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[Initialize: MCP v2.0 User00]

[Host Process CarrierControlSig.DLL]

[Call Transcript: ID#-CCF001154564]

[Date: 2007-06-12]

[Time: 14:12 GMT]

[Carrier: AT&F]

[Routing Signal: Nominal]

[Begin Call]

[Avenches] This is Mycaelis speaking ...

[Avenches]: Oh come now ... you know who this is ...

[Unknown Recipient]: (Hesitantly) Yes ...

[Avenches]: And who am I?

[Unknown Recipient]: Mr. ... (Pause) ... Mycaelis?

[Avenches]: You will address me by my proper title, with no name. Now. Who am I?

[Unknown Recipient]: (Unintelligible Grumble)

[Avenches]: Do NOT ... try my patience. Who. Am. I?

[Unknown Recipient]: My ... Master ...

[Avenches]: Thats better. Now. You will receive an address via email shortly. You will arrive at that location tomorrow at 22:00 hundred hours, Pacific Standard Time. Not a minute before. Not a minute later. You will come in whatever attire you feel is proper. It does not matter. You will come alone, and if you try to involve the authorities, I assure you that you wont have time to regret your grievous error. When you arrive, ring the doorbell thrice. Are these instructions clear?

[Unknown Recipient]: Yes ... Master.

[Avenches]: Excellent. This call ... is terminated ...

[Abnormal Carrier Wave Detected: 3CSplicer.BIN]

[Carrier Log Corruption Detectkkkkkkkkkkk]

[System Crash Detected 2007-06-12-14:15 GMT: Reboot]

[End of Line]

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Two Skins approached the condo the address specified the next night. As he padded up the cement walkway to the plush but otherwise non descriptive Seattle suburbia dwelling, a chill ran up his spine, one he doubted that the faint but unmistakable night sea air had anything to do with. He stopped just short of the door, and smoothed out his clean black cotton wife beater and blue jeans with nervous paws. He glanced down at his wristwatch.

9:57 pm.

He glanced around the neighborhood, waiting, wondering if anyone would question why a wolf would be just standing in front of a house late on a Saturday night. He exhaled nervously, the three minutes dragging on to a gut twisting eternity. Maybe he would get lucky and someone would call the cops. This cheeky bastard couldn't fault him if that happened ...could he? He glanced down at the seconds ticking away on his watch, and when it reached 10:00 pm exactly, he pushed the doorbell three times in measure.

Dingdong. Dingdong. Dingdong.

The door opened a few seconds later, and Mycaelis, dressed in fine leisurewear, waved him inside. He closed the door and offered to take Two Skins' jacket, but took he shook his head politely and smiled, his right paw clutching the brass knuckles concealed within the jacket pocket. Two Skins looked around the foyer, shuffling a bit.

"Where's Grylor?" The suspicious lupine inquired, his green eyes avoiding Mycaelis' devious smile.

"Why he is preparing the surprise for our guest of course. Now. Follow. The night is young." Mycaelis turned his back and started to walk away, paws tucked into his pockets, seemingly oblivious to the treachery about to befall him. Two Skins followed him for a few steps, drawing out the brass knuckles with deft covertness, and came up right behind the cocky wolf. Grylor however, slipped out of the foyer closet, and crept up behind Two Skins, Taser in paw. Just as Two Skins drew back the brass knuckles, Grylor snarled and thrust the shock gun deep into his spinal column. Two Skins gave a sharp bark of surprise before the sharp crackle of harsh discharge cut off him off.

The larger lupine's paw spasmed, and the brass knuckles fell to the tiled floor with a dull metallic clink. Two Skins' furry form jerked a bit, his growl caught in his lungs as the incapacitating current coursed through him. When Grylor let off the button, Two Skins' unconscious form fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Grylor got a real nasty gleam in his jade eyes and thrust the shock gun into Two Skin's chest once again, and his limp form shook, twitched, as the faint smell of sharp ozone entered the room.

"Grylor ... thats enough."

Grylor drew back, snarling at Two Skins' body, and jabbed the device into his stomach. Drool flew from his clenched muzzle as his body flopped around like a fish, and Mycaelis snarled, smacking Grylor down to the floor.

"I said ... ENOUGH!" Mycaelis growled at his son low in his throat, who cowered, whimpering on the floor up at his father. "Now. Upstairs. I'll deal with your insubordination later." Grylor tucked his tail between his legs and ran upstairs, leaving the demented wolf alone with his captive. Mycaelis leaned down and licked Two Skins' ear, whispering into it.

"Oh what fun we will have ... son."

* * * * *

When Two Skins came to sometime later, his shoulders joints screamed their agony to his awakening mind, and every muscle in his body seemed to burn, throb. He opened his green eyes and found himself suspended off the ground; his wrists tied to some rings in the ceiling. His hind feet dangled a few feet above the floor, his ankles restrained in a similar fashion down to the cement floor. Something closed tight around his neck, but he couldn't see what. His arms ached, and his paws clenched the chains that held him above the floor, pulling on them. He tried to stretch his arms out, but the muscles cramped up on him. He whined out in pain as his arms knotted up. He'd been dangling here for at least an hour.

Two Skins glanced around the almost empty room. He couldn't tell where he was, as the room had no windows, and had only one door leading up from a stairway. Maybe he was in a basement of some type, as he shivered in the cold. He looked down. Sure enough he was completely naked, and growled out in anger, indignation, struggling against his bonds. After the obstinate lupine wore himself out, he continued to look around the room.

The walls were padded, most likely to soundproof it, but several monitors sat on the far wall, currently off. A table sat next to him, filled with all sorts of things: A remote, a bowie knife, a metal Zippo lighter, a cordless shaver, and several color coded syringes filled with who knows what. Another camcorder zoomed in at him from below, its red LED light blinking, recording his struggles; his apprehension. Two Skins shook his head.

This was getting old.

What bothered him the most out of all the miscellaneous bondage equipment in the room, however, was the sturdy crib in the corner, filled with stuffed animals and nursery supplies.

That was just plain weird.

Two Skins hung in the air for a few for minutes, wondering what sick little things this Mycaelis furson had in his black little heart for him. He didn't have wait long, as Mycaelis appeared through the door from upstairs a few minutes later, sipping fine tawny Port from a wine glass, and nibbling on a bit of Stilton cheese. He closed the door behind him, and took his time in making his way over to the table, sitting down his glass and cheese.

"So. How you like my hospitality?"

"I find it lacking." Two Skins snorted back. "I want my clothes back. I want to leave. Go ahead and show the footage to all my friends. Putting up with this trite little game isn't worth it." Mycaelis shook his head and laughed.

"I hear a lot of 'I want'. And no. I'm afraid you wont be leaving here. And if you don't start you wise up, you may be finding yourself leaving in body bag instead. I hear they aren't very warm this time of year. And who said traitorous dogs were allowed clothes?"

"Traitorous?" Two Skins snorted down to his captor. "Who said I was going to feint loyalty to your twisted ass anyway, cunt lips?"

"Most furs are smarter than to cross me a second time," Mycaelis said, shaking his head, arms folded, "And please, stop with the low brow insults, we both know that your much better than that ...."

'Then I guess you don't know me very well. Oh by the way, good job bringing me to your house. I'll see to it personally that droves of little cute furs will egg your house next Halloween. That is if I don't burn it down first. Smooth move Ex-Lax." Two Skins smiled, and then as an afterthought, added, "Your mother mates out of season."

"Now that was just plain petty," Mycaelis sighed, shaking his head again, "But I'm afraid you are quite mistaken." He reached down to the table and picked up the remote, and with a hit of a button, the center monitor on the bank of nine turned on, and Zeke appeared on it. The coyote leaned back into his computer chair, adjusting his headset.

"Nice for you to join us Mr. Niederst " Mycaelis said, nodding to the computer cracking 'yote.

"Hey it's your dime. What can I do for you?" Zeke said, taping away at the wireless keyboard in his paws.

"Why don't you show my guest here what information you uncovered about him." Zeke nodded, punched a bunch of keys on his keyboard, and the monitor in the upper left labeled "1" turned on. Some footage appeared of an interview with a tiger, probably taken during Zeke's investigation of Two Skins.

"Two Skins? Yeah I know him. Real pompous ass. He's all talk. Mostly. Someone should really knock him down a peg or two." Monitor number three flicked on, and a otter appeared, wringing his hands.

"I told him I wasn't interested, and he threw a drink in my face. Before I could get a bouncer, he left. What a coward." Monitor seven lit up, and a buck wearing a cast appeared.

"The police later told me his real name while I was in the hospital. He only got a few months for it, but I don't know why he beat me up in the alley. I didn't even know him." Nine popped on, and another male wolf appeared, crying.

"He told me I was special. That I was privileged, and that I'd like it, eventually. I begged him to stop. But he was too drunk to listen ..."

The rest of the banks of monitors turned on, displaying bank statements thrown out in the trash, social security notices, credit card reports, routine physicals, and last but not least, his arrest record, which scrolled up screen number eight for a long time.

"Ass."

"Psychotic"

"Demented"

"Rapist"

A montage of different furs appeared, all browbeating the wolf for the sins of his past. Two Skins growled, snapped at them all with no remorse. The center screen, five, cut from Zeke to Two Skins, from the point of view of the camera below him, recording his response.

"So you see, you are mistaken. I know you. Everything about you. I knew that it would take more than just the illusion of castrating you to break your will. I know I shamed you. It wasn't hard. Even I'm applauded at the amount of hubris you show." Mycaelis leaned in close to Two Skins. "And thats not easy to do."

"Speaking of such things," Two Skins shot back, "Just were is that little bitch at anyway, I haven't seen him except when I'm either restrained or blindsided. Is that how you train your pets? Personally I cant stand sorry sacks of shit like that, or let me guess, your shit doesn't stink?" Mycaelis snarled and grabbed the taser off the table, stabbing Two Skins in the belly with it. The arch of blue electricity discharged straight into his gut, and just the proximity to it caused Mycaelis' fur to stand on end.

"Grrrriitttzzzz" Two Skins teeth gritted in his muzzle, and every nerve fired, every muscle of his body jerking in unison. Mycaelis pulled back the taser, green eyes filled with malice. The sickening acrid scent of singed fur filled the room, and Two Skins slumped into his bonds, chest heaving.

"His name is Grylor. Do not call my son a sack of shit again. He's more more of a wolf that you will ever be."

"So he is your son. Don't you know thats blasphemous you sick incestuous FUCK?" Two Skins got a chest full of taser for his response.

"Grrrriitttzzzzarrrrrrrr!!!"

"Let me tell you something, wolf" Mycaelis barked. "Don't talk to me of Gods. They are nothing but amoral, arbitrary, insane puppeteers. They pull on strings and cackle all the while, just to relieve the tedium of their existence." Two Skins looked up, listening to the other wolf's rant. Mycaelis continued.

"On a whim, they took someone dear to us both. Someone that can never be replaced, or mimicked, or even thought about without evoking real, honest tears." Mycaelis' light green eyes started to brim with them as he spoke, paws shaking with pent up anger. "There was no rationale. No reasoning. No master plan." He spat in Two Skins face, and the thick glob of saliva ran slowly down his furry cheek. "I loved Grylor's mother. In the purest way. Just as my contempt for the ones that took her knows no bounds.

"Don't forget just plain illegal ..." It was the best response Two Skins could come up with, his muzzle quivering from the display of raw emotion from the other lupine.

"Oh lets talk about the great 'Body Politic' shall we? What has the State done to ensure our happiness? Why, by trying to separate us. It made perfect sense. Since I didn't have enough materialistic worth in the great all seeing eyes of your capitalistic society to raise my own flesh and blood, they were more than happy to try to shuffling him off to stranger's arms." Two Skins muzzle was slack; speechless.

"So you see," Mycaelis continued, "Don't you dare speak to me about morality, or legality. No one has the right to tell me how I can or not love my very own flesh and blood, but me. Only I can give Grylor the understanding he needs, craves. But you know I cant be the only one. He needs a family. We need a family."

"W...what are you talking about you crazy fuck?"

"Oh deep down you know. You even want it. Or should I have to remind you?" Mycaelis turned to monitor five, which began to scroll a chat log.

LupinPwr: I love you

Wolvenservent: You do?

LupinPwr: Yeah, like a brother

Wolvenservent: You mean that?

LupinPwr: Yeah. Sometimes I think you're the only one who understands me ...

The monitors all flashed off for a moment. Two Skins hung his head, feeling very emotionally vulnerable.

"So you see, wolf. Despite your insubordination, you want this." Mycaelis smiled "Like I said before, after I get done with you, you'll be begging us to join this family." Two Skins looked up, and spat back into his captor's muzzle."

"Sit and spin you deranged, inbred ass-mutt" Two Skins flipped him the double bird, the chains of his binds clinking in the process. "That's about as likely as your mom sucking me off to rapture. And frankly, I don't see a fat cunt between my knees right now ..."

"Very well," Mycaelis said, wiping the spit from his muzzle. "Consider this the 'Temet Nosce' portion of your training." Two Skins shuffled a bit in his binds, the Latin phrase ringing some bell in his mind, but before he could remember it, Mycaelis gave a demented, vile grin, put down the taser, and picked up the Bowie knife.

"Now we are getting somewhere," Two Skins growled, snapping with his own demented, insane grin, "For a while I thought you were the one who didn't have any balls ..."

"Oh I do," Mycaelis said, licking the edge of the blade with his lupine tongue. The sharp taste of steel bit into his taste buds as the edge sliced open his tongue a bit, blood coating the edge of the blade. "I might even show them to you later, if your good ..." Two Skins nose flared at the scent of blood, and he snapped at his captor, a bit of spittle flying from his maw. Mycaelis' toothy grin widened as he brought the blade up to Two Skin's sheath, wiping the blood off on the fur there with deliberate, slow strokes. Two Skins, the sick wolf, groaned out, shaking against his bonds, and within moments the pink tapered tip of his wolf cock poked out of his sheath.

"You ... like this ... don't you?" Mycaelis cooed up at the bound, quivering lupine. Two Skins thrashed, snapped at the blade, growling out either in fury or arousal, it was hard to tell. His now amber eyes blazed with pent up lust; his claws sinking into his paw pads in anticipation. Mycaelis ran the blade up his lower stomach, the razor edge ruffling the well groomed black and white fur the gently, and then slid the knife just over the taught skin of his belly. The sensation caused Two Skins to groan out and close his amber eyes as another bit of his member's length slid out. The erotic contact of the blade's edge disappeared from his belly, and Two Skins' eyes shot open in denial.

"What ... why did you ..." Two Skins looked down as Mycaelis replaced the blade on the table and picked up the Zippo, flicking it open and igniting it with a practiced paw. As his captor brought the flame near Two Skins' sheath, his lower muzzle lip trembled. The heat from the flame danced just under the tip of his tapered glans, just enough to tease, but not enough to hurt. Without warning, Mycaelis brought the flame up to Two Skins' belly fur, and held it there. The fur caught, curling, singeing, and the acrid scent of burnt canine fur assaulted Two Skins' nostrils.

"Noooooo!!!!" Two Skins' howled out, the vain lupine twisting his belly away from the flame, "How dare you! Not my fur!" As Mycaelis brought the flame closer again, Two Skins yanked at his chains, kicked, snarled, foaming at the muzzle. "You fucking tit licker! I'm going to KILLLLL you! I'll gut you like a FISH!" Mycaelis bellowed out his hideous laughter before he snapped the lid of the Zippo shut, placing it back on the table. He picked up the portable shaver, slid it into the on position, and the blades hummed to life. He brought it closer, and closer, and closer to Two Skin's sheath.

"No! Please!"

"So you don't mind your life blood spilling, but you cannot bear the thought of losing your precious coat?"

"YES!" Two Skins wailed out, tears rolling down the fur of his cheeks.

"Good." The hum of the razor died, and Mycaelis placed it back unto the table. Two Skins opened his eye, shamed that he let himself cry over something that most furs wouldn't even think twice about.

"Now ... on to the next step. Please pay attention to every thought that goes through your mind, as it could be very well your last ..." Mycaelis picked up the remote, pointed it above Two Skins, and depressed a button. The electric hum of what sounded to be the motor of a garage door opener sounded above him, and Two Skins looked up to see a small hole in ceiling, where a third chain, most likely the one wrapped around his neck, started to disappear up into. As the dark hole swallowed each link, Two Skins felt the chain around his neck constrict, and pull him upwards. He gurgled, thrashed, and pulled himself up a bit with the chains on his wrists, easing his strangulation. Mycaelis hit another button, and the motor noise ceased.

"I'm sure your sharp mind can deduce the methodology on this setup I have placed you in." Two Skins looked down, his sore arms already tiring. "You and I both know that you cannot hold your entire body mass up forever. Your death by asphyxiation is inevitable. However, I hope you enjoy the last bit of pleasure I will give you before your body gives up its last breath." With that Mycaelis put down the remote, and his tan paws ran up Two Skins' inner thigh, to touch his furry sacs.

Two Skins kicked out, but the chains that bound his feet down to the floor prevented any real force from gathering behind them. Mycaelis chuckled, and massaged Two Skins' scrotum, the feeling sending pleasant sensations up through him, despite the peril he now found himself in. His captor nuzzled his sheath, and his long lupine tongue flicked out to lap at the tip of his erection still poking out.

"Get away you ass fucker!" Two Skins' released one paw holding him up, bawled it up, and swung it down trying to connect with Mycaelis' head. He easily swerved to avoid it, and the momentum caused Two Skins to strangle a bit on his chain noose. "Grrraaaaaaawww." His paw scrambled to find its chain, and he pulled himself back up, his lungs heaving in fresh air.

"Now now. Don't be rude. I could just leave you here to die." Mycaelis lapped at Two Skin's tapered tip, his tongue seeking the bead of pre that had formed at the slit, "Wouldn't you rather your last moments be one of pleasure?' With that Mycaelis wrapped his soft muzzle lips around two Skins' tip, and one paw reach up to grasp his sheath, pulling it back, exposing more of his member. Two Skins groaned out at the slight pain of having the sensitive skin pulled back ran through his hardening cock. He eased into the sensations, before the chain around his neck tightened, and he pulled himself back up, arm muscles groaning in protest.

Mycaelis slid his muzzle down over the hardening length, tongue swirling over the few inches around in his muzzle. He ran his canines over the sides of the slick flesh, and Two Skins groaned out some more, a shot of sweet pre shooting onto Mycaelis' taste buds. His free paws caressed Two Skin's fury orbs before sliding the paw back, one claw teasing his puckered tail hole. Two Skin's thrashed a bit, growling from the suggestive violation.

"Don't you even ..." With that Mycaelis worked his furry digit up inside Two Skins tight fuck hole. Despite the pain, Two Skins member slid out even more, and his ass flexed around the invading digit. Mycaelis wasted no time in running the rough, rigged pads of his paw tip over the bound wolf's prostrate, making Two Skins groan out some more. Two Skins' arms started to give out, and he found his hold slipping, chain constricting around his airway again. Mycaelis ear's flicked to the the gurgling noise above them, and he slid off the wolf cock with a demented grin

"Thats right wolf, ease into it. It's getting hard inside." Mycaelis said as he pushed more of his digit up into the wolf, starting to finger fuck the dangling, choking lupine. Two Skins' prostrate started to harden, swell under the rhythmic ministrations, and the bulge of his knot slid part way out of his furry sheath. Two Skins couldn't believe his body was acting like this, and he jerked his body back on forth on the chain noose, small drops of pre flying from his hardness. He grasped his wrist chains again, but only for a few seconds, and his arms gave out again. This time he fell hard, and the chain snapped tight around his neck, choking the air from it with a squealed, strangled yipe.

"Oh yeah you obstinate little bitch," Mycaelis said as his free paw forced his sheath back hard, painfully exposing the rest of Two Skins' engorged knot, "You're getting off on this aren't you?" All Two Skins could do was grasp at the chain around his neck and pull, wheezing. His thoughts raced, his lungs burned, his blood boiled. He felt something deep within him start to swell, twitch. His body started to jerk, convulse as it started to slowly strangle to death, and Two Skins' vision blurred at the edges.

"Oh yeah," Mycaelis said, really finger fucking Two Skins' quivering tail hole, "Give me your last load before you die you squirmy little bitch ..." His other gripped Two Skins' knot, hard, and jerked it up and down furiously, the shaft turning a slight shade of reddish purple. Two Skins' bloodshot yellow eyes closed; his muzzle curled up in a choked snarl. His body cusped on the edge of life and death, and his prostate pulsed, started to throb. Two Skins wanted to kick, bite snarl, thrash, kill, and blow his load all at the same time. He felt extremely light headed, and his entire consciousness felt like it was plummeting down into the roller coaster of inevitable oblivion. His body jerked, spasmed, legs kicking furiously.

His orgasm erupted from deep within, spraying down Mycaelis' face and muzzle with his thick gisim. His body kicked, legs convulsing hard as his orgasm raced through his oxygen deprived body, already slipping into total shutdown. A harsh white static filled Two Skin's existence, only purifying the physical high of his orgasm. Two Skins' continued to spurt even as his bloodshot eyes rolled back into his skull, and his deep purple lupine tongue fell out the side of his mouth. As consciousness left him, Two Skins' legs kicked feebly once more, then stilled. While his body swayed back and forth on the chain noose, the camcorder below zoomed in to focus on this macabre scene ...

* * * * *

In nomine patris

et filii

et spiritus

sancti ....

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Two Skins cracked his eyes open to a world of pain. His pulse hammered throughout is entire skull, and threatened to make him puke out the molten lava that festered and heaved in the pit of his stomach. This throat felt swollen and made it hard to breathe. Stranger still, he felt aloft in a sea of softness.

He looked around. Downy, stuffed, plush animals surrounded him, almost covering his entire body. He moved his arm, and a cute little white tiger plush rolled off it, to come nose to nose with the confused lupine. He tried to bat it away, but his movements seemed sluggish, muted. He tried to thrash about, but the light weight of the plush animals pushed down on him like a blanket of lead. With much effort, he pulled his head up and looked out behind the bars of his adult sized crib, to the table with the syringes. He forced his fuzzy vision to focus, and noticed they were all empty. He growled and relaxed back into his plush bed. The camcorder lens whirled, focused on him.

Two Skins felt something odd on him, and his sluggish paws made their way down his body to grasp at his diaper. He looked down around his swollen neck, and saw a pacifier hanging around it. He hid from the prying lens in his mountain of plushies, embarrassed, humiliated. After about an hour, the door to the upstairs opened, and Mycaelis sauntered down, carrying a bottle of milk. Two Skins watched him with hawks eyes as the wolven captor came over and rested his arms on the lip of the crib, chin poking cutely out to him.

"And how is Daddy's little boy?" Two Skins bared his fangs and tried to swat at his chin, but Mycaelis only chuckled and toyed with the feeble, grasping paw. "Oh isn't that cute?" He reached in and scratched Two Skins' chin with a claw and cooed. Two Skins snapped at Mycaelis' paw, but he just picked up Two Skins' pacifier and tucked it between his muzzle lips. Two Skins blinked, suckled once, and spat out the pacifier.

"Oh whats wrong little one?" Mycaelis asked, taking down one side of the crib and sitting down in it, "Are you hungry?" Two Skins tried to speak, but all that came out of his swollen vocal cords was a croak of protest. "Oh don't be like that, little one, I know your cranky, after what I just put you through, but a doctor friend of me assured that there wasn't any permanent harm done." He pulled the larger lupine into his lap, despite Two Skins' feeble attempts to crawl away.

"My your getting big," Mycaelis groaned as he strained with the effort, and he held the larger lupine in his lap, smoothing out his fur. He nuzzled Two Skins before taking the bottle of formula and moving it to Two Skins' muzzle. Two Skins rolled his head back and forth, trying to avoid the nipple of the bottle, but Mycaelis grabbed his lower jaw, hard, and forced him to accept his bottle.

"Stop fussing, you've been unconscious now for almost an entire day. I know your hungry."Two Skins closed his eyes, and tried to ignore his gurgling, churning stomach. A few drops of creamy formula fell on his parched tongue, and his insides screamed out in protest of his ironclad will. He found his lips wrapping around the silicon nipple despite his proud nature, and a few more wet drops squirted onto his swollen gums, easing their pain.

"That's it," Mycaelis said, rocking the larger lupine on his lap, cradling him, "Isn't that tasty?" Two Skins opened his green eyes and suckled a bit, a few squirts of formula, which were indeed tasty, flowed down his throat and splashed into his ravenous, empty stomach. "Thats a good boy," Mycaelis said, running his paw down Two Skins' furry back, "Drink up." Two Skins' fumbling paws made their way to clutch the side of his bottle, and body suckled more, the primal need for nourishment overriding his ego.

Mycaelis rocked Two Skins gently like that for several minutes, before Two Skins eyes started to close from drowsiness; his stomach now full. He suspected it was drugged. Mycaelis smiled and tucked his newest son back into his crib, before kissing him on the cheek and locking the side of the crib back into position. He left, knowing full well that the formula was just that, straight formula. He flicked off the light and went upstairs, letting his son rest. Within minutes Two Skins fell fast asleep.

* * * * *

Two Skins awoke to a screaming, pulsing bladder. His eyes shot open to darkness, and for a second he forgot where he was. He tried to thrash about, but a decent amount of the injected tranquilizer still coursed through his system. He grasped for the lock to the crib, but found his paws still sluggish. Within minutes the upstairs door opened and the light flicked on.

"Oh so I see you're awake little one," Mycaelis said as he leaned up against the crib once again, smiling down at the diapered lupine. Two Skins tried to pull himself up, but instead failed about on his back, helpless. "What is wrong little one?" Two Skins couldn't speak, but instead his muzzle lips mouthed out his urgency.

Bathroom

"Why ... thats why you have a diaper," Mycealis said smiling. Two Skins shook his head back and forth, eyes full of humiliation. "You cant hold it forever you know." Two Skins looked away, small tears spilling over to run down the fur of his cheeks. The camcorder whirled, zoomed in. Mycaelis took down the side of the crib, to pat down Two Skins' diaper.

"Come now. Make messy. I'll have you cleaned up in a jiffy." Two Skins hid deeper into his plush mountain, feeling little dribbles of urine flow out of him. His bladder muscles screamed; begged for release. A few more dribbles turned into a small stream, and a comforting warmth spread through his diaper. Two Skins eased into it, the feeling not as bad as he had thought it might be. He relaxed his bladder, and a torrent of piss poured out. Much to Two Skins' surprise, he found himself harden a bit, the sensation strangely erotic. Mycaelis patted the full diaper, feeling the liquid warmth within.

"Now go poo." Two Skins shook his head back and forth, eyes wide. Mycaelis frowned. "I'm not going to clean you up until you go poo. Now quite stalling."

"No ..." The words crawled their way out of Two Skins' muzzle, barely a whisper on his lips.

"You don't tell me no." Mycaelis said with a snarl, gripping his paw around Two Skins' neck. Two Skins whined, his eyes wide. "Now ... soil yourself ..." Two Skins whined some more, his head shaking back and forth. Mycaelis bared his fangs before reaching into his leisure jacked and pulling out a Glock, sticking the barrel into Two Skin's muzzle. Two Skins' mind exploded with fear, the unforgettable taste of gun oil biting into his permanent memory. Two Skins trembled, whined, and pissed himself again.

"Now, wolf," His captor said, pulling back the slide, and releasing it back into position with a click, "Soil yourself." Two Skins murred out through the barrel, his eyes quivering.

"Whoo wouldn't ...." There was a brief pause as Mycaelis light green eyes hardened on Two Skins, and a cold feeling spread from the pit of his stomach. A moment later Mycaelis pulled the barrel out of Two Skins' muzzle.

"You're right. I would never shoot family." Two Skins breathed a sigh of relief. It was short lived, as his captor snarled and yanked him up by his neck into a sitting position against the other side of the crib, and pointed the gun at the top of his head. "But .... your not family ... yet ..."

He pulled the trigger without warning, and the crack of the gunshot deafened Two Skins. He jumped; the top of his skull burned. He was certain the maniac had just shot off the top of his head; the portion of his brain not splattered against the wall behind him just hadn't caught up yet to the fact he was now dead. Two Skins' muzzle shook hard as he hyperventilated, tears falling freely from his muzzle. Two Skins' nostrils were overwhelmed with the sharp odor of the spent round, and the nauseating rank of his own shit.

"Thats better," Mycaelis grinned, putting the gun back into his jacket after the barrel cooled a little, "My that was loud. It's a good thing this room is soundproof. I had it done after the police were summoned to this residence last year, something about screams." He shook his head. "That was the last fur who said 'no' to me. I assure you he's still alive though. He wised up. Please do the same." Mycaelis pulled the shell shocked lupine back into a prone position, and pulled off the diaper. Two Skins' couldn't hear what he just said, but he had read Mycaelis' lips like his life depended on it. He wised up.

Mycaelis whistled as he worked, pushing up Two Skins' rump, and pulling out a wipe. He cleaned up around the base of Two Skins' tail first, then with another wipe, got his furry cheeks and tail hole. Mycaelis pulled out a fresh diaper, and after disposing of the soiled one in the can next to the bed, slid the clean one under Two Skins' ass. He carefully tucked the other lupine's tail through the diaper hole, before using another wipe to clean off his sheath. After a quick dusting with baby powder, Mycaelis pulled the fresh one into a snug fit, tying it off. Two Skins tears stopped, his blank mind realizing someone was taking good care of him. Despite the irrationality of it all, he suddenly felt very safe.

"See my little one ... this is the Creatio Ex Nihilo portion of your training," Mycaelis explained, nuzzling the other fur, "I had to make you nothing, almost kill the old you, in fact. From nothing, I will create a new you, mold you to perfection, from birth." Two Skins dazed mind looked up, not at his captor, but at his caregiver. "Now," sighed Mycaelis, "There is just one last section of this part. You wont disappoint me will you?" He smiled down at the diapered fur.

Two Skins glazed eyes blinked up at his caregiver, and after a slow moment, shook his head no.

"That's daddy's little boy," Mycaelis cooed, kissing the drying tears of Two Skins' furry cheek. He pulled all the stuffed plush animals out of his crib, before taking the white tiger plush and holding it above his face, jiggling it before the other lupine. "You going to do unspeakable things to this cute wittle plushie, and you're going to let the whole world know that you enjoy it ..."

Two Skins eyes widened in confusion, to the realization of this bizarre request finally dawned on his still dazed mind. He found his paw reaching up and batting away the white tiger on instinct, the strength slowly returning to his limbs and body. Mycaelis looked confused for a moment, before cautiously reaching down and picking up an adorable fox plush. He dropped that one down into the crib, directly on top of Two Skins' chest.

He snarled, and without warning, took the head of the precious foxy in his jaws and ripped it off, his claws tearing the body to shreds. Mycaelis took a measured step back as downy stuffing exploded into the air, slowly drifting down back into the crib. Zeke suddenly appeared on monitor five, unconsciously clutching a framed picture of his vulpine boyfriend.

"What as that all about?" Zeke asked, before replacing the picture back by his computer, "What's he got against foxes anyway?" Mycaelis looked down into the crib, and Two Skins' grumpy, puppy like face shot back at him, peeking out from the downy stuffing that had already settled on it.

"I don't know," Mycaelis replied, "I wonder if ..." He picked up a wolf plush from the pile at his hind feet, and dangled it over the crib. Two Skins' paws shot out and yanked the plush down to his chest, his curled muzzle still silently proclaiming his obstinateness. Mycaelis grinned.

Just like Maurice.

"Now, make love to it ..." Two Skins' ears folded back against his head, and he closed his eyes, listening to the camcorder focus on him. Two Skins pulled the lupine plush up to his nose, inhaling the aroma of the synthetic material. This wasn't going to be easy for the egotistical wolf, and he knew it. With eyes still closed, Two Skins' ran the plush along his face, getting used to the feeling of the soft material against his fur. This was so alien to him, so bizarre. He tried to imagine that the plush was alive as his canine tongue slid out to lap at the small muzzle. It found its way between the small, stuffed jaws of the plushie, and Two Skins fantasized that it kissed back, growling out its enjoyment.

Two Skins slid the plush wolf down his chest, across his nipples, and then lower to his stomach. His other paw fumbled until it unclasped his fresh diaper, and pushed it down, exposing his sheath. He pushed the plush wolf down between his legs, and ran it up the fur of his sheath. His ears pinned across his the back of his skull as the motor of the camcorder, whiled, putting the act into better frame.

"Like a pro," Mycaelis laughed, "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Tears brimmed up in Two Skins' eyes again as the cruel words of the other mocking wolf hit his pride. He felt so humiliated. Despite this, when he opened his green eyes, his erection had already slid most of the way out, the slick red flesh rubbing provocatively against the artificial fur of the plush wolf. Tears continued to spill down his furry cheeks, and he sobbed. As he watched his tapered tip slide between the front legs of the plush, his ego shattered.

"Ohhh thats so tasty," Mycaelis said, licking his muzzle lips as he watched the proud lupine's will finally break. "You have nothing left wolf, might as well make this good ..." Two Skins' tear filled eyes shot up to his caregiver, no longer any fight left in them. He struggled to his wobbly knees, and placed the plush chest first onto the floor of the crib. He slid his wolf cock between its hind legs, trapping it between the padded floor and the wolf's stomach. He arched his back a bit, paws pinning down the plush lupine, and started to hump it. Two Skins grunted lightly as he worked his thrusts into a steady rhythm, grinding his meat back and forth against the belly of his inanimate lover.

"Gods wolf," Mycaelis groaned out, "Arch your back more, and look into the camera as you blow your load ..." Two Skins obediently arched his back hard, the roped muscles there bugling, and the strain on them forced his knot to pop out of its protective sheath. His green eyes shot to the camera, his muzzle parted in heavy gasps of pleasure. The camera lens focused on him, and this final act of submission caused his prostrate to swell, twitch. He felt a deep pressure build within in, and he grimaced as his orgasm built. He whined out, arching his back and neck as his wolf cock spurted, coating the belly of the plush in his hot, thick cum.

He continued to thrust and grunt into the plush, soaking the bed of his crib with his massive, salty load. After a few moments, he collapsed onto his stomach, taking care not to crush his lover under him. His body, still very weak, panted out its exhaustion, and he found himself sinking back into unconsciousness. A paw reached down and stroked his fur. Two Skins fell fast asleep.

* * * * *

Cold.

Two Skins shivered, and held himself. The wolf's ears twitched as they picked up the sound of chattering teeth not his own. His green eyes opened, and he looked about. His master was gone, but there was another, younger wolf laying naked on the floor, shivering.

Grylor.

Two Skins bolted up in his crib, and was surprised to find that the majority of his reflexed had returned to him. He crept out of the open nursery crib, diaper falling off him, and stalked the shivering lupine, deciding to go on the offensive for once. He would not be tricked again. He dropped to all fours, creeping up on the huddled wolf, about ready to spring and sink his fangs into the little bitch's jugular. He stopped when he heard the other wolf mewling, and saw tears streaking down his muzzle.

Odd.

He growled out a warning, and Grylor turned over to look once at the coiled up lupine, and turned back to huddle some more. Two Skins blinked once, confused about the other wolf's actions, motives.

"For someone who is about to die," Two Skins growled, "You sure don't seem like you care a lot."

"Master disowned me. Why would I care what your about to do?"

"So thats your issue then is it? You think I'm going to fall for this little trick? I hope you beg for mercy before I rip your throat ..." Grylor flipped around and smacked him upside the muzzle, abruptly.

"Shut Up." Grylor said, staring down the other wolf. Two Skins blinked, and a paw reached up to touch his muzzle where he had been struck. He stared at the other wolf in disbelief for a few long seconds, and was shocked to see that he didn't immediately tear the smaller wolf in two.

"I'm sick of your attitude," Grylor said flatly, "All my master has obsessed over since the moment he met you ... is you. He doesn't care about me anymore. I liked it better when it was just us. And mother." Two Skins was dumbstruck, and couldn't speak. "You've taken whats left of my family away from me, so no, I don't care what you do to me anymore. Go ahead. Rip my throat out if you wish, at this point it would only be a mercy killing." Grylor sat up, defiant, but still shook from the cold.

"You ... really mean that don't you?" Two Skins inquired, paw still touching his muzzle. He never had anyone stand up to him before. Not like this.

"Yes." Two Skins took his paw away, suddenly feeling stared down, and he looked away.

"He really means that much to you?" Two Skins asked, suddenly feeling very empty inside.

"He means everything to me. He knows exactly how to treat me. He knows when to punish me, and when to praise me. His punishments are given in measure, and his ends always justifies his means." Grylor's tears thickened, streaming down the fur of his muzzle, and his jade eyes were turning a sad shade of blue. He put his muzzle in his paws. "He knows me. All my flaws, all my imperfections, and yet, he loves me, unconditionally." He sobbed some more and added, "How can you even understand how I feel, when you've never had someone like that before, who loved you, and only wanted the best for you?"

Those words hit Two Skins like a brick, and he flinched. His thoughts crept back to everything that happened over the past few days, and suddenly the phrase 'Temet Nosce' rang in his mind. Mycaelis had known every one of his flaws, every imperfection.

As the lupine thought back to what went through his mind as he hung, so close to climax, he realized that was how he always wanted to feel, fighting, dying, and climaxing all at the same time. He pushed any fur near him into fights, crippled them, just so he could feel that insane rush, fucking that knife's edge of sex and violence. When his master had asked him why he would rather let his blood spill then to lose his precious coat, he realized that the only thing that mattered more to him than hurting, and being hurt, was his vanity. He suddenly felt disgusted with himself, and his head hung low.

'Temet Nosce'

Know Thyself.

His master had shown his own guile, hubris, and despite that, broke his will, not to mock him, but to teach him. All the degradation, all the humiliation of being a baby fur forced Two Skins to humble himself, to get past his own narrow minded ego, and become something better. Because his master wanted him to become something better. Because his master loved him.

"Is ... that why ..." Two Skins began, the words trembling from his very muzzle lips, "You ... were so mean to me? Because I disrespected the only fur left who has ever honestly loved you?" Grylor nodded, and suddenly broke down, bawling.

"It doesn't matter anymore! He has you now. He doesn't care about me anymore!" Grylor wailed, and Two Skins felt very empty inside. He wished that he could have someone in his life that cared about him, loved him as much as Grylor loved his father, and vise versa.

He wanted to have a family.

Two Skins looked up to the wailing, bawling wolf, and crawled over to him. Grylor didn't notice Two Skins reach for him until the larger wolf's arms were around him, pulling him down to the cold basement cement floor, spooning him.

"Wha ... what are you doing?" Grylor asked, sniffling. Two Skins nuzzled the other wolf's scruff.

"Keeping my brother warm." Grylor blinked, and looked back at the larger wolf. Two Skins' eyes were sincere, full of apology, honesty, and for the first time in his life, sympathy. Two Skins hugged Grylor, before they both settled back to the floor, keeping each other warm.

And loved.

* * * * *

A few hours later Mycaelis opened the basement door and walked downstairs, a triumphant smile on his face. He looked down at the two cuddling wolves, and waited patiently. Two Skins looked up, and with fresh tears in his eyes, addressed him.

"Please Master, take me into your family ..."

* * * * *

Mycaelis adjusted Two Skins' tux with a grin and then went over to help Grylor with some last minute adjustments to his nice formal dress. When everything was adjusted to the three's liking, Mycaelis turned around in the parlor to address Judge Carver.

"Is everything ready Micheal?" The grizzled badger asked, smoothing out his judge's arraignments.

"I think so," Mycaelis said with a grin.

"You'll need a witness."

"Oh shes on the way," Mycaelis grinned back. Almost on cue, his former lynx lover and doctor, Samuel, came through the doors pushing a dolly. The female wolf lawyer, Ms. Starling, was strapped down to it with several buckles, and a plastic device with small steel bars muzzled her, preventing her from snapping at her captors. Mycaelis came over to the dolly and smoothed out her fur as she growled low in her throat.

"Oh yes, my dear Clarice, I can't tell you how much it pleases me to finally see you like this. After everything you've put this family through, the least we can do is to bring you here. Rest assured, however, I will deal with your meddling soon enough." Mycaelis took his spot off to the side, and nodded to the Judge.

"Grylor do you take Two Skins to be your lawfully binding brother?"

"I do," Grylor giggled with a nod.

"And Two Skins, do you take Grylor to be your lawfully binding brother?"

"I do," Two Skins smiled at Grylor. The judge continued.

"Rhinehold Everclear, I hereby legally change your name to Tyler Stillwater." Mycaelis and Samuel looked at each other with similar, puzzled expressions.

Rhinehold?

"Now, by the power vested in me by the State of Washington, I now pronounce you, brother and brother. You may kiss your sibling ..." Two Skins and Grylor turned to each other, embraced, and locked muzzle lips. Ms. Starling rolled her eyes, trying not to gag. Samuel moved over to Judge Carver and embraced him, their own muzzles locking in a fiery kiss. Mycaelis walked up to his two sons and put his arms around them both. They unlocked muzzles and nuzzled him, murring happily.

"I think," Mycaelis said grinning and buttoning Two Skins' tux, "That it's time to consummate this union." Two Skins grinned as his paws slid down Grylor's slick formal dress to cup his sheath, before pulling up the dress entirely over Grylor's head. Mycaelis pealed off Two Skins' tux shirt slowly, paws running over the solid chest to tease the hardened nipples there. After Grylor's dress pulled free from his torso, he dropped naked to his knees, and his paws unzipped his fathers dress slacks, nose quickly spreading apart the opened fly to nuzzle Mycaelis' huge sheath.

Two Skins moved in and locked muzzles with his new father, their lupine tongues sliding provocatively against each other inside their opened muzzles. His paws fumbled with the buttons to Mycaelis' dress shirt, before yanking it entirely off. Grylor's tongue lapped at the entrance to Mycaelis' sheath, and he squealed with delight when the tip of his tongue found the emerging tapered cock tip. He wrapped his muzzle lips around it, suckling hard, drawing another inch or two out of his father's heavy sheath.

Mycaelis' paws crept down Two Skins' furry form to unzip his pants, and his paws sneaked inside to cup Two Skins' furry, warm, and pulsing sacs. Mycaelis let Two Skins' pants fall to his ankles, as Grylor pushed his father's own slacks down to the floor. The three naked wolves bunched up, nuzzling each other, three sets of paws gliding over soft, naked fur. Mycaelis gripped Two Skins' stiffening member in his paws, and turned Grylor around, bending him over. Their father sank to his knees, taking the erect wolf meat into his warm, slick, muzzle, before he slid off it to lap at Grylor's spread and inviting fuck hole.

Mycealis pulled Two Skins to Grylor, placing the tapered moistened cock tip at Grylor's puckered entrance. As the tip slipped inside, spreading the puckered tail hole not three inches from his own muzzle, Mycaelis couldnt help but lap at juncture of his two sons, the tip of his lupine tongue feeling every inch slide into Grylor's tight ass. Grylor groaned out as Two Skins pushed another few inches into his tight warm bowls, the slick shaft gliding over his prostrate. Two Skins grabbed a hold of his brother's shoulders, and after hilting him, pulled out almost completely, before shoving his entire length back in hard.

Grylor cried out, and arched his back as Two Skins pulled out and slammed in again, starting into a nice hard rhythm, using Grylor's own body as leverage as he plowed his new brother's ass good and hard. Mycealis' tongue slid back to Two Skins sacs, before moving back farther still to tease Two Skins' own flexing pucker. The oldest wolf gripped his rock hard shaft, and bend down, taking his entire member into his own awaiting muzzle. He bobbed up and down a bit on himself, getting his cock nice and slick, before standing up behind his eldest son. He positioned himself behind Two Skins and in one deft motion, slid a few inches of his wolf cock into him.

Two Skins growled out at the penetration and arched backwards, angling his hips to better accept his father's hot and hard length. Mycaelis pushed in until he hilted Two Skins, until he could almost feel Grylor's inside through Two Skins own body. Now joined, the three wolves started to pant, growl, as they worked each other's lupine bodies into a frenzy of heated arousal. Each time Mycaelis slammed into Two Skins, their furry sacs slapped each other, which in turn thumped Grylor's smaller set, sending shock waves of pleasure through the lupine trio.

"Ive always wanted a captive audience," Mycaelis panted, watching Ms. Starling thrash against her bonds. Her head snapped back and forth, the view apparently not to her liking. The lynx doctor and the badger judge did, however enjoy the show, and their paws roamed up and down each other, their muzzles locked on each other.

The trio continued to buck into each other until Two Skins felt Mycaelis' knot spread apart his tail hole, locking them together. The added pressure on his prostrate send ripples of intense pleasure up through Two Skins, and soon Grylor felt the base of Two Skins' thick knot swell inside his bowels, finishing the multi-tie. Mycaelis growled and wrapped his paw around Grylor to grasp his youngest son's knot, jerking it back and forth, his rough pads gliding over the engorged, slick flesh with rapid strokes.

Grylor howled out, nearing climax, and turned his head to lock muzzles with Two Skins. His father thrust his muzzle in as well, and all three shared a blistering three way kiss as Grylor shaft exploded underneath him, his thick wolf seed spraying the floor. His insides milked Two Skins, and with the older wolf's huge knot grinding away at his prostrate, the two way stimulation pushed the wolf over the edge and he coated Grylor's insides with his salty cream. As Two Skins arched, ass clamping down on his father's thick knot, Mycaelis let his own howl erupt as he emptied his furry balls into his eldest son. All three humped away at each others rigid forms, riding out their climaxes, until they collapsed into a sweaty, heaving pile of fur and dripping wolf cum.

Mycaelis tried to pull himself up a bit, his knot pulling at Two Skins' insides, which in turn pulled at Grylor's tie. They murred in satisfaction, pleasure at the unusual sensation, before Mycaelis turned his attention back to Ms. Starling.

"Oh yes ... Clarice, I haven't forgotten our most important guest." The muzzled lesbian lupine thrashed some more at her dolly binds, eyes filled with unbridled fear. All that came out of the plastic muzzle was murmured whimpers of helplessness, much to everyone's delight.

"I had a certain information dealer look up where Grylor's trust fund his mother set up for him disappeared to," Mycaelis growled, eyes narrowing, "And even I was shocked to find out it all went to Grylor's aunt, the female you've been having an affair with behind his late mother's back for years now. It was your plan, wasn't it, to eventually take custody of Grylor once I was out of the picture, and in turn, all of Maurice's assets. Judge Carver here noticed a few subtle changes in Maurice's will after her funeral, and as her lawyer, and lover, no one would have suspected anything, would they?"

Ms. Starling shook her muzzle back and forth, denying everything in a futile attempt to crawl out of the pit she had been digging herself for years now. It was all caving in on her, and it was now Mycaelis' turn to watch the bitch squirm in the noose. His light green eyes flashed with wicked machinations, and his arms wrapped around his two boys.

"Oh don't worry sweet Clarice," Mycaelis said with a predatory smile, "This new family has such delightful horrors in store for you. It is after all ... our Family Business ..."

~ FIN ~

Well I hoped you all enjoyed this wild six part ride. I'd like to thank everyone who helped with their feedback and comments on this story series, and your suggestions on what to write next about. I'm always excited to hear from others in the fandom, so feel free to leave a comment or two at Eldyran @ Yahoo.com.

BTW Kudos to those who spotted the Easter Eggs in this final part, as it's always a pleasure to sow them into a well spun yarn ...