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"Ugh... Dave? You awake?"

"Yeah." The fox looked over at Warren, who was picking himself up from the concrete floor. The blue dragon was just as naked as he was. His wrists were thick enough that the cops had used the plastic zip tie style handcuffs on him.

"W-where are we?"

"Exactly where it looks like."

Warren looked around, as if dazed. "What happened last night? The last thing I remember was pulling up at a club."

"Wait, we went to a club?"

"Yeah, one of the nicer ones I think. I don't know the name. Why, what's the last thing you remember?"

"You and me and Benny hitting orgasm."

"Oh yeah," said the dragon. He sat down on the metal bench on the cell's wall. Dave joined him. "You passed out for a little bit there but were perking up when we were getting close to the club. You were really excited about going in. You don't remember any of that?"

"None." Dave shifted into a more comfortable position, but winced when his tailhole gave a twinge of pain. Why was his butt so sensitive this morning? He didn't remember bottoming for anyone. The whole night just wasn't adding up. "Wait, who was driving if Benny was drunk? Or is he here, too?"

"Benny drove. He was acting weirdly sober for having drank so much. Especially for his size."

Dave definitely remembered the fennec fox going shot-for-shot with them for a while. But how was he sober enough to drive them safely to their next destination? And why would the Matchmaker hire someone who would drink so much expensive liquor on the job?

The fox groaned and put his head in his paws. The Matchmaker. He'd almost forgotten about all that mess. His own ex-husband, Grant, a blackmail king with a personal vendetta against him. Just what he needed right now.

Pieces started coming together slowly. "I think Benny meant to get us drunk. As part of a larger plan, not just on impulse."

"Why's that?"

"Keep your voice down, my head's about to explode."

"Sorry."

"Just think about it. Benny works for the Matchmaker--Grant hired him for a reason. Benny brings Grant the 'guests' he's going to blackmail. If they give him the money, then everything's fine. But if they refuse, they go back to the limo angry or scared and start driving home. Benny offers them unlimited alcohol, and naturally they agree, whether to cover up their anxieties or get back at Grant. Inhibitions go out the window, and there just happens to be a cute bisexual fennec ready to go."

Warren nodded slowly. "Of course. Benny then has the option to make a sex scandal or a 'celebrity was drunk at club' scandal. Or both. Tabloids eat the celeb alive unless he or she gives the Matchmaker the money to cover up the initial scandal, plus the new one. They think it's just their own bad decisions that led to the new scandal, when it was really all orchestrated by the Matchmaker to increase pressure and drive profits."

"Yeah. Never trust anyone who's paid by Grant, I guess."

"Good rule of thumb. I wonder if Benny was the one who called the cops." Warren sighed and looked at his plastic handcuffs despairingly. "Wait. Back in the limo, how did Benny remain sober and in control of the situation?"

Dave shrugged. "My guess is he was on some kind of medication."?

"Medication?"

"Yeah. There's some that have the side effect of blocking the receptors in the brain that make you feel drunk. Dangerous because your liver will still suffer if you drink too much, but you'll never feel drunk. Grant has a large enough information network that it was probably easy to find a young, sexually adventurous person who takes those meds."

Dave's ears perked up. A heavy metal door had opened nearby, followed by the sound of high heels on concrete. Fast gait, light step. He groaned as he realized who it was.

Allison stepped into view on the other side of the bars, wearing a maroon business suit. The otter was not happy. "Just how I wanted to start my day," she said. "A call from the police saying they have two of my employees in the drunk tank. They said you made a scene outside a club. Since you're both naked, I don't even want to know what that means. Dave, I might have expected this from you, given the last few days. But you, Warren? Really?" Her shrill voice echoed around the concrete hallway. All other noise from detainees had stopped. Apparently, they were keen on listening to the drama unfold.

"Hang on," Dave said, "what do you mean, 'given the last few days'?"

She stepped close to the bars and glared at him. "I suppose you saw the headlines on all the newspapers yesterday? Senator Connor's sex scandal? You were supposed to prevent that from happening."

"I found the tap--"

"You recovered the tapes, and Senator Connor paid us for our services, and then the footage gets released anyway. Now who do you think Senator Connor thinks released them? The one person he knows who has the tapes: me. So not only did I have to suck up to a politician yesterday, but also had to give him back all the money he paid us. And, of course, my hotel will no longer be getting a politician's favors."

"Allison, I--"

"And, when I try to get a hold of my employee responsible for this mess, he doesn't pick up his phone all night, and the next morning I find him--my star detective--in the police's drunk tank. How am I supposed to feel about all this?"

Dave studied the floor intently.

Allison waved to one of the guards, who came over and unlocked the door. "You're each paying half your fine," she said.

"Thank you, ma'am," Dave and Warren said.

The otter paused as she turned to go. "And Dave? This is strike one and two. For the next three days you're suspended with pay. One more fuckup and I'm gonna have to let you go." She beckoned to them and started walking back the way she came. "Now come on, I've got swim trunks in the taxi for both of you."

The catcalls and howls of laughter of the detainees followed them out of the holding area.

* * *

Dave flopped down onto his bed face-first and let out a long, muffled groan. Everything was terrible.

Three days' suspension, and on thin ice with his boss. He tried to think whether or not she'd actually fire him, since he was her "star detective." But this political scandal had obviously hurt her reputation in discreet circles. A successful businesswoman like her would know to end a deal when it looked like it was going sour.

Three days. Not cleaning rooms seemed like a nice change of pace, but without being kept occupied by work or investigations, he knew he was going to be bored out of his mind. And Warren still had to work, so he couldn't even spend this newfound freedom with his boyfriend. All there was to do was to lay there and contemplate how much everything sucked. Breathe, he told himself. At least you still have your job. For now, anyway. It could be a lot worse. He could be living in his car while trying to find a new job. He had a bed, roof over his head, and a TV. Yes, TV sounded good right now. TV and coffee. He got up, headed to the bathroom, and dug around in the box under the sink for single-use instant coffee cups.

"Fuck." There weren't any left. Everything was terrible again so he went back and laid on his bed.

Maybe what he needed was someone to talk to. Someone to complain to, and preferably someone who was up on the latest gossip to keep his mind off things. Someone with coffee. He got up from his bed and grabbed his car keys. He knew someone who fit those requirements.

* * *

"Hiya, Dave!"

"Hi, Favian." Dave let the door to Beguile close behind him and went to sit at a barstool. His tailhole twinged in pain again as he sat down. What happened last night that got it so stretched out? "You got any coffee?"

"I can start brewing some now." Favian began opening up cabinets behind the bar for the proper equipment and supplies. The bubbly orange fox's tail swished happily as he went about his work. "You're here at a good time--hardly anyone in this place. Where's Warren? You two still together?"

"We're still together, yeah, he just has to work today."

Favian nodded. "Glad to hear you're still with each other. I always thought you two made a cute couple," he said with a wink. "Since you're here on a weekend afternoon without Warren, I take it something is wrong."

Dave scrunched up his face. "How did you know?"

"Well, you always work weekends. The only time you wouldn't would be if you were taking vacation time off. But I would assume you and Warren would take time off together to spend more time with each other. You coming to me now tells me there's a different reason you're not working, one that doesn't affect Warren. Sound about right?"

Dave smiled. "You're good, Favian."

"Likewise, Mr. Detective. So what's up?"

"It's a long story."

"I don't have many customers. I've got time."

Dave filled in the other fox on the situation he'd gotten entangled in. About the Senator Connor scandal, about the meeting with Grant, about what happened afterward in the limo, and the events of this morning. Favian listened to each word intently. By the time Dave had finished, the coffee was ready and Favian poured him a steaming mug.

"Not sure what advice I can give in this situation," Favian said, pulling out another mug for himself. "If it were me, I'd try to avoid your ex-husband and his business as much as possible. In my experience, people who refer to themselves as 'The-Something' always have the ability to back up their egotistical title." He gave an almost imperceptible shudder.

"But I don't know if I can avoid his business," Dave said. "Allison is having me figure out the problems of richer and richer clients, and at a certain point nearly all the rich clients will be mixed up in The Matchmaker's business in one way or another."

"So why don't you quit investigating and stick to your cleaning job?"

"I can't. I need the extra money. I've gotta save up for an apartment or something so I'm not just living out of a hotel room." He sighed. "If I stop doing investigations, I'll probably lose my job and be kicked out of my room and go back to living in my car. If I keep doing investigations, chances are high that I'll piss off Grant in some way and he'll make me lose my job anyway. Maybe even more than just my job. What should I do?"

Favian filled his own mug with steaming coffee. "If you think there's a good chance you'll lose your job no matter what you do, I'd say looking for a new job would be a good start. Not the solution to everything, of course, but it'll help you not fall so hard, y'know?"

"That's one way to look at it." Dave blew on his coffee absentmindedly.

"And if you think you're going to lose your job no matter what, you might as well go with what's going to make you more money in the short term. Plus, I know you and Grant didn't leave on the best of terms, so getting back at him by completing more high-profile investigations should feel good, right?"'

"I don't know about Grant anymore. It's like he's an entirely different otter from the one I married. He's cunning, devious, and wants to see people go down in flames. Where did all this come from? Was it his close call with cancer, or was he like this all along and I just didn't notice it? Maybe I saw it but refused to pay any attention to it. I don't know. I don't know anymore." He buried his head in his paws.

"Hey," said Favian. "Just because you learned something about Grant doesn't mean you're any different. You're not a bad person for learning this information. You're not to blame for his cancer or for his current profession. Remember that."

"I guess," he mumbled.

"Let me ask you this: do you want to see Grant go to jail?"

"I mean... ideally, yes. But if that means his cancer treatment would stop, then I wouldn't want that. He broke my heart and is threatening my job security, but I don't want him dead."

"They'll continue cancer treatment in jail," Favian said, putting down his mug. "Sending him there wouldn't mean he dies."

"Then yeah, I hope he goes to jail someday. Blackmail is illegal, and it's ruining people's lives. Just look at what's happening to Senator Connor: he's losing his family and his political career. I don't want that happening to anyone else."

"Then you're in a unique position to make that happen. You've unmasked The Matchmaker. You know how he operates and who he hires to help him. So if you see them out and about, you'll know Grant's behind it and you'll be able to stop things from going downhill. You'll be able to present evidence to the police and put Grant in prison."

"True," Dave said uncertainly.

Favian leaned in across the bar. "You may think that The Matchmaker is big and powerful and doesn't make mistakes. But behind that façade, he's just some otter named Grant. He's mortal, fallible. He makes mistakes--the biggest one was breaking your heart. And now you're gonna break The Matchmaker."

"How?"

"You see an opportunity to get a leg up on him, you take it. You find a way to make his underlings turn on each other, you take it. If you can talk, fight, or fuck your way into a better position, you do it. Because that's what it will take to put this situation behind you."

"I dunno. Sounds like a lot of work."

"You've got three days of paid leave."

"True." Dave took a sip of coffee. God, that was good.

Maybe Favian was right. Maybe he needed to take charge for once. Grant had thrown his life into disarray, so why not do the same to him? Not only would he be helping his own situation, but also help those who Grant would exploit in the future.

He took a gulp of coffee. "Alright. I'll do it."

"Great!" said Favian, his bushy orange tail swishing excitedly. "So where are you gonna start?"

"I think I have an idea."

* * *

The police report said that he and Warren were picked up outside a place innocuously called The Bank. Dave looked up the location, but didn't see a bank nor a club there. The image of the outside was just an unmarked 3-story brick building downtown. It was his best lead for the moment, so Dave hopped on a bus downtown and made his way to The Bank.

There was no front door to the building, so Dave went around to the side alley. There was a black bull with large horns wearing a well-fitting black suit standing in front of a metal door. He looked vaguely familiar. The fox supposed that was a good sign--he must be in the right place. As Dave approached, the tall bovine made eye contact and gave an exasperated snort. "You again? You better leave before I call the cops."

Yep, this must be the place. "Hey, no need for that. Just wanted to drop by and see if you guys have my phone, keys and wallet. I woke up this morning without them. Or my pants."

"Yeah, we have 'em. I'll have them sent to the place of residence on your drivers' license. Now scram."

"I don't live there anymore," the fox explained. That address was from when he and Grant had a house together. That fact seemed even stranger now, in light of the whole Matchmaker thing. "Since I doubt you're allowed to leave your post, may I please come in and get them?"

The bull shook his head. "Why is it always something with you? Every time I see you you're trying to pull something."

Every time? "Have we met more than once?"

"Doesn't even remember," the bouncer mumbled. "Yeah. Last night you and the dragon came inside drunk off your asses, stripped off all your clothes, disturbed the other guests, and had to be thrown out."

"Oh. Then why did the cops come?"

"I called the cops when you two started pissing on the side of the building. When they got here, it looked like you were trying to shove something up your ass, but they couldn't find anything when they did a cavity search."

"Ah." A cavity search would definitely explain why his ass felt so sensitive today. He wondered just what he tried shoving in there--but if the cops didn't find anything, maybe there wasn't anything at all. Was he just spontaneously fingering himself? No, that didn't make enough sense.

In any case, Dave was lucky the bull didn't press charges, otherwise he would have been in a lot worse situation than one night in the drunk tank. "So when was the first time you and I met?"

"The first time, I was picking up a shift at Amplitude and you were trying to sneak in without a ticket."

The fox's eyes widened. He remembered now. During his first real case--finding out whether Allison's boyfriend was cheating on her--he'd found a ticket stub for the dance club Amplitude and went there to find him. The bull was there and wasn't going to let him in without a real ticket, but Tiago arrived as the DJ that night and was able to pass off Dave as his stagehand.

But Tiago wouldn't be there to save him this time. He had to get in on his own. "Listen, I think my wallet should still have a few bills in it. Lemme in and I'll give you whatever's inside."

"There's no cash in that wallet. You stuffed it all in members' pants, even though this is definitely not that kind of club."

"Oh. Sorry." Then what kind of club was it? "Look, I'm sorry about all the trouble I caused. I promise this time will be different. And I'll tell you what: while I'm inside, I'll put in a good word for you with the manager. What's your name?"

The bull rolled his eyes. "It's Zeus. And I don't care what you tell the manager. Everything has a price here, and you're clearly not willing to pay it. Now, last warning: move along."

Dave bit his lip. Everything had a price? He certainly had one more idea of what might work on the guard, but he couldn't tell if that was his logical side's idea or his needy vulpine side. Only one way to find out. He looked up past Zeus's beefy chest and into his dark eyes, and slowly sank down to his knees. The rough asphalt of the alleyway stung. Just inches from his muzzle was the black bovine's hefty bulge.

Zeus looked down at him and raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

Dave took that as permission. He glanced up and down the alley to make sure nobody was watching and reached up and unzipped the bull's pants. He pulled them down to Zeus' thighs, and did the same with the gray boxers beneath.

The fox's eyes widened. Before him was the largest sack he'd ever seen. He reached up to cup it in both paws. He could feel the heavy testicles inside twitch at his gentle touch. Above them was Zeus's fuzzy black sheath, with the pink tip of his penis just starting to poke out.

Zeus reached out, put a large paw on the back of the fox's fuzzy head, and pulled him in so his nose was touching the bovine sack. Dave inhaled deeply; Zeus smelled of sweat and musk. The perfect combination of dominant male scents. The pheromones titillated his senses and made him feel lightheaded.

"Start blowing, slut," Zeus said. "I ain't got all night."

If you can talk, fight, or fuck your way into a better position, you do it, Dave heard Favian's voice say. Because that's what it will take to put this situation behind you.

Dave dragged his wet nose up the length of Zeus's scrotum and long sheath and put his lips around the bull's pink tip. It tasted even better than it smelled. It was thin, but Dave knew that the bovine penis made up for it by being tantalizingly long. He couldn't wait to see just how big Zeus was.

Zeus tightened his grip on the fur on the back of Dave's head and pulled him closer. More of the bull's quickly elongating shaft forced its way into his mouth, making him gag. He tried to pull back, but Zeus held him firmly in place. "Oh no, you're not getting in that easy. You're gonna take my whole length down your throat. Now, suck."

Dave shivered. He pushed his tongue forward and made sure his lips were curled safely around his teeth to ease entry. The fox could feel the meaty cock pulsing with each of the bull's powerful heartbeats, which were starting to pick up pace. The rod was reaching farther and farther toward the back of his mouth--a strange sensation without even moving his head back and forth. Right now the bovine's manhood wasn't terribly thick, but Dave imagined it would become less manageable soon.

"Come on, use those paws." Dave reached up obediently and ran his fingers slowly along the bull's sack. Zeus snorted and gave a contented rumble. The fox couldn't believe how big and heavy Zeus's calf-makers were. He ran his paws around every inch of them, sometimes squeezing, sometimes tugging, sometimes barely even touching. The bovine cock dribbled precum down his throat as it kept getting longer.

By now the tip was pushing his uvula against the top of his throat. Dave leaned down lower and straightened his neck to make entry easier. Zeus's paw held the fox's head firmly against his sheath to make sure every slickened inch would be met immediately by Dave's tight maw. Dave closed his eyes and focused on relaxing his throat, opening it up wider as the bovine cock snaked down even further.

Footsteps in the alleyway. Dave froze, and his throat tightened back up--Zeus's shaft felt twice as thick now. The footsteps were getting closer, headed in their direction. The fox tried to pull back, but Zeus put a second paw behind Dave's head and pulled him even closer. Dave's throat protested, gagging on the thick length. Who was coming toward them? Police? The fox tried to look but Zeus's wrist was blocking his view on that side.

Despite now holding him in place with both paws, Zeus's grip on Dave's hair hadn't tightened at all--he wasn't worried. "Evening, sir," the bull said. "You can go right in."

The footsteps stopped right beside them. Dave looked down. He could see fancy black shoes and dress pants, but no fur or anything to hint at who it was or what species. Dave heard the stranger chuckle. The fox blushed brightly.

Dave felt a large paw join Zeus's two on the back of his head and push him forward. He gagged on the bull's length.

"Heh, someone's out of practice," the newcomer said with a deep voice. He let go and patted the fox's head. "I'll see you inside, Dave."

The fox's eyes widened, but he couldn't glimpse the stranger before he walked inside. Who the hell was that? Someone who knew him, and someone rich enough to be a member at a club like this. Dave ran through his list of people he knew who had money and was coming up short. He must have been relatively tall, Dave thought. That narrows it down to--

Zeus pulled the fox's head back far enough that only the bull's tip was in his mouth, then rammed his powerful hips forward to send his length all the way down Dave's throat. It must have been over a foot long, but thin enough to be able to slip in without much resistance. The bull repeated the motion again and again, burying Dave's nose in his musky groin. "Needy slut doesn't care who's watching," Zeus crooned. "You're gonna take my whole length no matter what."

Dave held on to Zeus's hips for dear life as the bull started pounding his muzzle ferociously. Oh god... The big bovine dick flattened his tongue against the bottom of his mouth and spread salty pre up and down the length of his tight throat. The fox could feel the long cock making his throat bulge. Was it getting thicker? Zeus was grunting and his ballsack was slapping Dave's chin with every thrust.

The bull's breaths were coming faster now. The fox could feel him twitching needily in his throat. Dave's own cock was painfully erect and making a wet spot on his tight pants. His brain was abuzz with the scent of Zeus's commanding musk. The bovine's heavy orbs were churning with the oncoming flood. He was getting close.

The fox could feel his throat getting raw. He needed to end this quickly. Dave slid his paws sensually from Zeus's bucking hips to his buttocks. He gave them a squeeze. He could feel the powerful muscles working below the taut skin. Dave slid his paws further back and found their way under Zeus's tail. The skin there was soft and supple, with tiny little hairs to rub for extra stimulation. The fox's fingers probed around until they found what they were looking for: the bull's fleshy taint. He circled it lightly with his fingers. The bull moaned and pounded his muzzle harder. That's the spot. Dave repeated the motion a few times before closing his eyes and letting the end of his middle finger slip past the bull's soft pucker.

Zeus buried his cock in Dave's muzzle and mooed loudly. His cock pulsed rhythmically--the fox could feel each glob of hot, thick cum slide down the bull's long urethra and shoot out into his belly. Dave wiggled his finger inside Zeus's taint, eliciting more streams of semen. He could feel the bull's ring clenching down on his finger with each load. Zeus gripped the fox's hair tightly and held Dave firmly against his base, making sure his seed went as deep as possible. All Dave could feel was his belly filling up with hot cum, all he could see was the bull's groin, and all he could smell was Zeus's manly musk. Again and again the bovine emptied himself into the needy fox, until each shot got slightly weaker than the last and slightly longer between. The bull's breath was slowing, and with one last shot he was spent.

Zeus pulled his entire length out roughly. Dave sputtered and gasped. The fox fell to all fours and coughed as cum dribbled from his mouth. He knew most of it probably ended up in his stomach, but the virulent male had given him more than enough to make a mess of his muzzle. Dave knew his facial fur was going to look like a mess going inside the club.

"Hmph," the bull said, panting softly. He pulled up his underwear and zipped up his pants. "Didn't think you could actually take the whole thing." The bovine cock could not be hidden by pants alone--it reached halfway up Zeus's chest. He pulled his white dress shirt shirt over it, but Dave could still see the raised ridge underneath.

"A deal's a deal, so go on inside," the bull said. He leaned down to the fox's ear. "But if I hear about you causing any trouble or disturbing any guests tonight, I will personally come in there and drag you out. And you're not gonna enjoy it nearly as much as this little encounter."

Dave stood up shakily and brushed off his knees. He wiped off his muzzle and combed his hair with a paw so it didn't look quite as messy. He knew he was probably way underdressed for a club this nice, but it couldn't be helped. He was going to go in, retrieve his phone and keys and wallet from last night, see if anyone could give him any hints about the Matchmaker and his lackeys, and get out.

Then later, maybe he'd see if Warren was feeling up for sex. Because good god he was hard right now.

But who was it that recognized him while he was blowing Zeus? He had started piecing it together when it happened, but his thoughts were interrupted by the bull's feral pounding of his throat. He guessed he'd have to find out who it was the old-fashioned way.

Zeus held open the heavy metal door. Dave gasped when he saw what was inside. The bull smirked. "Welcome to The Bank."