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Chapter Eleven

Darkness had now fallen on Crysfall and the usually sleepy town had become both desolate and windy during the night. The wind howled through the trees as it seemed obvious that a storm may have been on its way.

The town's residents had already begun boarding up their windows and securing their storm shutters as the weather around this area could be heavily unpredictable. Just last year, the banks of the river Crystal had burst during torrential rain and flooded much of the north of the town.

Storm season was coming...

Obsidian lay with his mouth open in the other bed. Loud noises were coming from his mouth, a mixture of snoring, talking, moving and the occasional passing of gas that would have made this horse, so careful in his appearance, completely horrified to see.

Janus sat reading with the small lamp next to him illuminating his work. He was reading the reports that Obsidian had provided him with and they were vague at best. All the evidence pointed to something being discovered at the Everonth Mountains but that data was classified way beyond that of a simple historian like Obsidian.

He let his mind wonder for a second. Exactly why did Obsidian's parents decide to name him after a black stone when he had white fur? He could not really get around that while he looked around the room and then at the small, tatty digital clock on the bedside table.

3.30 AM

"Damn" he thought, really knowing that he should get some sleep but not feeling tired in any real way.

He looked around the hotel room. It had certainly seen better days, it seemed as if it had not been decorated in ten years. There was wallpaper hanging off the walls and the design looked like something that would have been popular at least twenty years go. A floral motif...

It reminded him of Cassata. She always did like retro things and once wanted to wallpaper their living room in a similar style, something that Janus protested about loudly... in front of her parents. That did not go down well after they had left.

He remembered the day that he had told the new of Cassata's death to her parents. Both Vulnira collapsed in a pile of grief and her father explicitly told him never to contact them again in a fit of rage. He blamed him, and rightly so. Maybe he had taken his pursuit of justice too far?

Still things about that fateful day just did not add up...

His home was not in the Lower City, there were no junkies that roamed the street in his neighbourhood? So how did this particular junkie break into his specific home?

He shunted those thoughts aside in order to think about something else but it kept coming back to haunt him. Feeling the warmth drain from his wife as she lay there, in his arms and there was nothing he could do to save her.

Some days he could almost blot out the memory, especially with a drink.

Today, simply was not one of those days.

"Fuck" he thought as he got out of bed, making the cheap wooden floorboards creak as Obsidian continued to talk to himself about his need to buy bananas for the bath. He could not help to look at the horse and give a slight grin. He was certainly a character and he really did not want to see him get hurt through any of this.

He hoped that he would not.

Creeping slowly across the room, he came to the front door, and opened it. The slightly colder mountain air him straight in the face as he opened the door to go outside and suddenly he felt completely awake, as if the mountain itself had given him a forceful slap.

He stepped out on the wooden porch, the wood still creaking beneath his feet and took out a cigarette, lighting it and looking to the sky.

He was mesmerized by the completely clear sky, being able to make out every star, every constellation. Even at night, the towers of Crystal Lake were not able to conceal the light pollution from the city below. It was truly extraordinary.

Taking a moment to admire the beauty and to look at the thick vale of trees just over the main road from the hotel. He could understand how people could find it so peaceful here, almost immortal. Very little changed round here, compared to the constant hustle and bustle of city life.

Sometimes it was nice to stop and appreciate things like that.

"Maybe... when all this is over" he thought to himself as he sucked gently on the cigarette, creating a small orange glow in the darkness. "I'll move out of Crystal Lake and come here..?"

"F-Fuck!" shouted a voice coming from behind the hotel office, cutting through the silence like a knife, even at that difference.

Janus reacted instinctively, his hand going to his firearm and then realising that he had given it up. He slowly started to walk over towards where the sound was to investigate, his paws making a light crushing sound as he walked off the porch and onto the gravel of the car park.

He suddenly felt a vibration that made him stop in his tracks.

It was coming from his pocket and he recognised it immediately. His phone was buzzing to remind him of something. He had left it in the car for most of the day and only brought it in before he went to bed, leaving it on silent.

He flipped it open. Fourteen missed calls from Janice Truthtail.

Janice had been a close friend since he entered the Crystal Lake Police Department. She was a strong, intensely religious vixen who had joined the police at the same time that Janus did. They had gone through basic training and even had a small fling before he met Cassata and decided to get married.

She had played the role of best male or in her case; best female.

That decision had caused a lot of controversy within Cassata's family, even Cassata herself somewhat disapproved of having a female fill a role that was traditionally male. Janice herself had insisted that she wore the traditional veil that all females were encouraged but not required to wear in Vulnira society.

It has been a long time since face veils had been mandatory however a female showing too much fur was still considered a whore in Vulnira society. Females were also forbidden from owning businesses or making profit without the explicit consent of a male.

That is what Celine Everson, Janus's biological mother had done, registered her company through a male name, as most of the successful and rich would do in order to get around this, what Janus considered to be, outdated and discriminatory law.

Obviously Janice was calling him to ask why he had just taken off after the questioning yesterday. She had been concerned for his welfare after Cassata's death, especially after he had outright refused to take annual leave, preferring to continue to work obsessive for the DEA.

Janus flipped his phone back down. He did not want to see Janice end up like Cassata and Marilyn had done. No. It was better if she had no idea where he was. She could not be hurt if she was not involved.

He took a moment to put his phone back into his pocket and continued to walk across the car park towards the sound, which was replaced with soft sounds of clanking metal and grunting of some sort.

Behind the hotel office, was a small dirt path which when up behind the building, to what would normally be the private home of the hotel owners. Janus proceeded carefully, trying to avoid getting mud up his trousers as he walked up the dirt path.

It had been raining before they got here, the ground was still moist.

He stopped when he found a little garage with a small light on and the same young buck from earlier bent into the bonnet of what looked like a very old and obsolete model of car.

His stance softened. It was only the hotel owner. He had been jumpy ever since the attack in the police station and constant felt like he should be on his guard.

"Hello there" he said.

The buck bolted his head up so quickly in surprise that he whacked it on the bonnet lid of the car. "Owwww!"

"Oh I'm terribly sorry" replied Janus, feeling like he probably should have not said anything and walked off.

The buck rubbed his head. "Don't sneak up on a guy like that. Gave me a fuckin' heart attack!"

"I know..." replied Janus, looking down at the ground. "Its just, I heard a noise and I.. eh..."

He stopped why he thought up some excuse as to why he would be skulking round a hotel at three o'clock in the morning.

"Thought that their might be a burglar?"

He cringed at how stupid that sounded.

"Nah, no burglar... just me. It's pretty quiet round these parts, everyone knows each other so its pretty safe" replied the oblivious and yet honest deer buck, who wiped off his cloven hands onto his overalls which were somewhat dirty. "Why... You a cop?"

Janus nodded. "Yeah, off duty at the moment, thought I'd come up this way for a holiday?" he lied, trying ever harder to mask his natural well spoken accent with something a little more casual.

He had grown somewhat more lax in his language since the death of his wife, who was always correcting him on the proper usage of language. She reminded him of Mrs Skuld and not in a good way.

"Strange place to come for a holiday... Most guys go to the beach or at least somewhere hot" responded the buck. "I'm Carrus, Carrus Sternhorn." extending a degresed cloven hand.

Janus reached forward and took his hand, shaking it gently. "A bit young to be a hotel landlord, aren't you?"

"Hey! I'm twenty actually..." responded the buck, he looked at him with his large, strikingly blue eyes that seemed to twinkle in the dim light of the garage. "Well... I got left this hotel by my grandfather, he passed away last year."

"Oh I'm dreadfully sorry." replied Janus, forgetting to do his usual tough guy impression and slipping back into his original dialect.

"Nah, its fine. He had a good life, he's buried out in the forest." replied Carrus, closing the bonnet of the car while he talked. "He loved to go walking there and it's what he wanted."

Janus nodded, unsure what to say next. There was a short silence between them as they looked at each other, a bit clueless. Carrus pointed to a small desk which was also inside the open garage. "Do you drink?" he asked.

"Only to excess..." replied Janus, trying to be funny as his brain just told him that he had failed miserably. He was not even sure what he was doing here, it was hardly keeping a low profile as he wanted to do.

Carrus took out two glasses from one of the draws in the old desk and a bottle of unlabeled drink, pouring it into two glasses and then presenting one to Janus. "My Grandpa's recipe" he said, smiling. "Didn't know shit about cars but he knew how to make good booze."

Janus spent the next hour in conversation with Carrus about a wide number of different topics. They talked about cars, with Carrus complimenting Janus on what a nice car he had and all the while as Janus drunk more, his voice lapsed more and more back into his traditional accent.

"So... you from the Upper City?" asked Carrus finally.

Janus froze and looked a little shocked as he was gradually enjoying the taste more of this frankly awful, whatever it was. It certainly was effective though as he felt considerably more lightheaded.

"Yes, I was born there." he remarked, not looking to happy to admit it.

"That must have been nice" remarked Carrus, pouring himself another glass while he leaned back in the wooden chair while Janus sat on the desk. "I'd love to be rich, I can barely make ends meet here as it is."

"No, it was fucking awful!" Janus shot back, his words slurring. "People think that money can get you all sorts of happiness but it can't, it just fills the same shitty void that everyone else has. Mum was dead, Dad was away... and... at the end of the day, you may have all the things in the world but the one thing you want most is something you can't buy!"

"Yeah, life's shit like that" remarked Carrus, giving himself another drink and feeling that he should probably change the subject. "So... you married?"

"No..." replied Janus, wanting to gloss over that subject as well, while his bushy brown tail stood a bit on end at the question. It was the last thing he wanted to talk about. "Married once before but you know how it is... right?"

"Not really" replied Carrus, looking at him, his little cute white markings on his face seeming to glow slightly in the dim light of the oil lamp in the corner of the garage. "I prefer guys anyway. Thats... " he gulped and took a second to stop and breath, taking another swig of alcohol before looking over at Janus.

"Thats why mum and dad sent me here" he said. "They were embarrassed about me. Said I brought shame to the entire family."

Janus's facial expression softened as he looked at him. He had reacted with somewhat of a hostile facial expression when Carrus had told him that he was gay. After all, he had enjoyed his first homosexual experience with Barru, but it had also distracted him from getting home earlier and possibly saving his wife.

"Where are you from?" asked Janus, looking at the young buck.

"Same place as you, Upper City. My dad owns a Deli on Melrose Street. He always had lots of exclusive customers and rich businessman come in and he felt having a gay in the family would ruin his chances of getting in with these kinds of people. My mum and dad are so desperate to be famous, they'd sell out their own son." he sneered, gripping the glass tightly in his hands.

Janus was completely caught off guard. He had assumed that this guy was just a simple country bumpkin that had live all his life out here but he was beginning to discover that he had a lot more in common with him then he thought.

"Have you ever been... with another guy?" asked Carrus, once again catching Janus completely off guard.

His mind flashed back to the encounter with Barrus in his office. "No... Not ever" he lied again, possibly out of fear of what would happen if he admitted he had and he liked it. Did that make him a homosexual? Why do people have to resort to such labels?

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his leg, squeezing his leg through his trousers in such a way that made his spine tingle.

He could have screamed, run back to the hotel room and bolted the door at Carrus's touch but something inside him made him stay. Was it just the alcohol or was there something buried deep, deep inside, a longing that he had buried since that fateful day where he had his affair with Barrus and his life had come tumbling down?

"Well... suppose you have a lot to learn then." chucking Carrus as he unzipped his mechanic overalls, revealing his beautifully toned, small, slim body with a natural feminine curve to it. Janus had been so caught up in talking that he had completely failed to realise just how beautiful this guy was.

He turned round, letting his overalls fall to the floor, revealing his little pert rump and the small, white spots in his grey fur that ran all the way down his back. He turned round, his small but well preserved abs only just definable in the gas light.

He was sported a rather impressive erection for a guy of his size. Janus was somewhat both terrified and intrigued by this obvious sexual power play as Carrus came and sat on his lap, grinding his small pert deer butt up against Janus's trousers and looking him straight in the eye.

"I haven't had the company of a guy in so long..." he said, rather drunkenly. "Not many guys pass through these parts."

Janus was not as stupid and naive to believe that. He was sure that there was something in this town who was enjoying that pert little deer ass on occasion, possibly even the whole town. That thought alone, did nothing to stifle his own erection, which had sprung to life from the sheath inside his pants.

"Why is this happening to me again?"

He reached out and patted the soft fur on Carrus's back and he looked up at him. His heart racing with a mixture of excitement and mortal terror.

Their eyes locked together like homing missiles, edging closer and closer to each other before their muzzles met in a deep and passionate kiss, their tongues entwining and the full extent of the passion between them unwinding.

Janus had not felt this way since he had been with his wife. Even the encounter with Barrus faded away and he pulled Carrus closer to him within a passionate embrace.

It was as if he had discovered passional and sexual desire for the first time.

His desire took a hold of him, a passionate urge to make this young Cervijord moan in so many ways. He began to tear off his clothes in a wild array of passion, picking up his new lover while their muzzles were locked and slamming him down, on his back on the bonnet of the car, the both of them now naked, his hard, throbbing vulpine cock, full erecting from its sheath.

Carrus looked down. "Whoa!" he said, laying on the bonnet of the car, looking down towards his now throbbing nine inches. "You're a pretty big fox!" he said, with a mixture of surprise and delight.

Janus could not believe that he was doing this. Was it lust? At the moment his did not care. He smiled at Carrus's statement, pulling his small legs apart and lifting them up, running his tongue between his buttcheeks.

He had never tasted the hole of another male before, something about it was intoxicating, maybe the pheromones were going into his head but the moment that he started licking out this guy as if he was with Cassata, Carrus started moaning and sighing in pleasure.

He felt an enormous surge of sexual excitement as he licked. He was going to make this deer orgasm so hard that he would have to come back for more. There was a longing there, a passion, a drive that went beyond what he would have expected.

Janus reached out and grabbed the nipples of the young buck, making him moaning harder as he licked deep into his pert little ass, so surely and confidently as it had been a pussy, using all of his experience to make this deer moan into the night.

"Ooooh fuck!" replied Carrus, who was in a world of ecstasy that he never wanted to leave. His six inch deer penis, full erect, standing to attention as he slowly jerked himself off as Janus continued to lick out his beautiful little deer ass.

After a few seconds, Carrus looked up at him. "I gotta get a taste of that" he said, his hand going to Janus's throbbing and longing cock, his girly frame sinking to his knees as Janus watched him. Carrus carefully putting his mouth round the giant fox cock, almost gagging on it as he slowly sucked and the air was filled with the sound and small moans of a hungry deer gagging to be used.

Carrus reached out and stroked Janus's balls, which sent shockwaves of newly found pleasure through his body on a level that Janus had never encountered before. He had known this deer only for a few hours and now, he had never had anyone suck him with such love and attention since his wife had died.

Unknowingly to both of them while this action took place, Obsidian stood just concealed on the dirt path, watch with intent. He had woken up and wondered where Janus had got, surprising himself that he found himself in coitus with another man. He did not even think that Janus was that way inclined, he was so defensive about it earlier.

He should have turned around and left them to it but something inside made him want to watch out of curiosity, his hands travelling down to his bulging underwear, watching them both profusely.

Carrus rose to his feet, bending over the bonnet of the old car. "Please..." he said, looking back to Janus with a primal longing in his eyes. "Please fuck me..."

This confident deer had now turned into a completely submissive sissy and it excited Janus in more ways than he could have ever thought possible. He had never considered himself a homosexual but this was so different then his sexual encounter with Barrus that ruined his life, he was genuinely excited by this.

He lined up his throbbing, red vulpine penis, rubbing it gently against the hole of the slutty deer as used his finger to apply some lubrication to it. Pushing the tip gently between the buttcheeks of the deer that was so willing to be his slut.

"F...F...Fuck!" he grunted as he felt the tightness of this buck for the first time. Every nerve ending of his body sending waves of pleasure and he began to slowly move backwards and forwards, making the car slightly rock as he pounded into the deer's ass slowly.

"Do you like that big foxy?" asked Carrus, his eyes filled with lust and pleasure as he looked back towards Janus. Janus looked down, seeing his large meat impaling such a little tight pert butt, his eyes rolling over in pleasure as he thrusted into him. That little tail of his was the perfect little inclusion to make him look absolutely beautiful as he slammed into his fragile little butthole.

Janus was in so much of a state of pleasure, all he could do was grunt in acknowledge and reach out with his hand and pound this deer harder and faster, causing Carrus, which his hair pulled back by Janus, to moan harder and louder as Janus's cock infiltrated deeper into his hungry little boy hole.

Obsidian could not help himself. He was not just willing to go back to bed. He had already unzipped his pants and was slowly jerking his own thick black equine cock while making sure that he was not seen by other party, rubbing his shaft slowly and sensually, all fifteen inches of his own meat. This was just too hot.

"Ugh... Yeah..." called out Carrus, looking back at Janus with his slutty little eyes. He was getting exactly what he wanted. "Fuck me big fox! Use me!"

Janus could not take it anymore, he wanted to see this beautiful bitch moan. His moaning was such an incredible turn on, he could not stand it any longer. Reaching out, he pulled out of Carrus, he own throbbing cock ready to knot the girly deer and seed deep inside him.

He wanted to see him properly. See his newest bitch.

He gestured Carrus to turn over, both of them taking a breath before Carrus pulled his legs apart, Janus wasting no time in pushing back into his slightly spread hole as all of his fat vulpine cock returned to breeding the slutty deer who had provoked him.

Janus held him down. This bitch was no useless... his prisoner and forced to take his cock. All the pain of the last few years had fallen away, replaced with an absolutely pure desire...

...to breed.

"Oh... yeah...fuck... harder!" screamed Carrus into the night, feeling the fox slamming his prostate with considerable force, making his own penis twitch and throb, without needing him to touch it.

Obsidian just could not take anymore, the sight of these two going at it with such vigor and his perfect view of Janus pounding the little deer, his semi wet balls slapping against that tight boy hole was enough to make Obsidian breath heavily as a thick, huge stream of sperm erupted from his fat, large, throbbing horse hood.

He gave out a short groan but tried to keep it quiet as his cum painted the wall he was hiding behind, splattering up it like paint. Janus and Carrus were just too heavily into fucking to actually care.

They had changed position as well, with Janus laying on his back on the bonnet of the car, with the windshield supporting his back while Carrus continued to bounce up and down on his large wolf meat.

Finally, stretching his hole around Janus's already throbbing knot which had bulged and grown during the intercourse was just too much for the young buck, his face twisting in pleasure as he closed his eyes.

"Fuck!" he sighed, his voice going all high pitched and girly. "I'm gonna cum!"

His suddenly let out several loud moans which could have easily woke up the neighbours, his butt securely taking all of Janus's knot as it began to expand and contract from the involuntary spasm, his own Cervijord shaft releasing his seed into the air.

The resulting spasms was enough to make Janus feel his orgasm approach as he gave a few final pushes, pushing him way over the edge as he moaned, filling his buck with so much thick Vulnira cum that it began to flood out of him and down onto Janus's twitch balls.

"Ugh! That was incredible" thought Janus, surrendering himself to the heat of passion.

"Maybe I do like boys?"