Pizza Party: Chapter 9
Disclaimer:
The following story contains the following acts:
M/F
Foot Fetish
Oral
Vaginal
Not to mention, it's furs going at it like rabbits, er...bad pun, sorry.... Anyway, young 'ens...if yer too young...that is, under 18...go away!
Chapter 9: Relieving the Tension
The wolf took off his suit jacket, carefully laying it across the back of his chair as he grinned a bit to the other wolf sitting in the opposite chair with his wrists cuffed to it. The suited wolf, Detective Aegis, looked very proud of himself as he slowly walked around the other wolf.
"So, it looks like we're back here again. Except, instead of me trying to get your pimp, I've got your ass," he said spitefully as he eyed Ashlan up and down.
Ashlan remained silent as his nemesis strutted and boasted, looking completely calm. He slowly blinked and looked up at Petro Aegis, but remained silent. Guessing that he'd have to do a bit more to get the wolf to confess, Aegis walked back around and sat down, looking into the other wolf's eyes.
"You killed him. I know you did and I can prove it," the wolf began as he opened the folder. He slid a picture of the young feline that Ashlan had been accused of killing across to the prisoner. Ashlan took a glance down and had a bit of trouble holding the beginnings of a snarl of hatred, but suppressed it quickly.
Aegis caught it immediately, however, and grinned, "Yes...see, I know you did. You know why?Because we found your semen in his throat. Oh, yes. Probably not a good idea to let your victim suck you off before you kill him," the detective said with a grin.
Ashlan grit his teeth at his stupidity, but remained silent, "Now, why would you go and risk such a thing, hmm? Did he run out on your little...business and you wanted to send a message to your other employees? He try to stiff you in the kind of way you don't like?" he asked, sliding photo after photo over to Ashlan, "Or...maybe you think he shot one of your hoes, huh?"
Ashlan suddenly growled out and tugged at his restraints, looking at the wolf, "You leave him alone, you bastard!"
Aegis chuckled a bit, "Oh, testy, testy. You know, I did pay Trelute a visit this morning. Nice guy, but obviously shaken up..."
Ashlan let out another growl, "Petro, I swear...leave him the fuck alone! He doesn't know any--"
The wolf began when the door suddenly opened and in walked a jet black panther in a business suit, carrying a briefcase, "Ashlan, don't say another word. Detective...why are you speaking to my client without his attorney present?"
The detective stood up and held out his paws, "Hey, he hadn't said a word until a few moments ago. He never asked for one," he replied with a slight smirk as he looked to the wolf, "I'll leave you two alone."
The detective walked out and into the squad room.
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Trelute and Samantha stared at the document which transferred the ownership of Pizza Party from Ashlan to Trelute, unbelieving. Samantha read out loud as Tre followed along.
"In the event of my...inability to continue running the business, Pizza Party, including but not limited to death, coma, paralysis, or imprisonment, ownership shall be transferred to Trelute Cubano..."
"Oh my god...he..." Tre began to say, but took the document from her and put it back in the box, "No. He's not dead, he's just in jail until they clear this matter up. He'll be back, so we'll just put these back and forget about them, okay?"
Sam didn't seem so sure, but nodded a little bit to Tre. After he had put the box back, Tre came back to Samantha and hugged her close, "Hey...it's okay. Come on. Terri's working another overnight shift at the hospital. You stay with me tonight, alright?"
The vixen nodded a little, clinging to Trelute sadly. The rest of the day went by uneventfully. No special customers called, which was a blessing for Tre since he certainly wasn't in the mood. At closing time, Trelute and Samantha left the restaurant and closed the door, heading to Tre's car. The retriever looked to Sam. She had been depressed all day, unable to shake the horror of seeing her boss and friend carted off with murder charges.
The canine reached out to squeeze her shoulder and give her a reassuring smile, "Sam...it'll be okay, don't worry, okay?" he said to her before unlocked his car. She gave him a slight nod and they both got into the car to drive to Teribold's home. After stopping for some Chinese food, the couple sat down on the couch to watch a movie. It was mostly just background noise as they ate. Suddenly Tre heard a sob and looked to Samantha. She was crying. He quickly dropped his food and reached out for her to pull the vixen against himself.
"Tre..." she squeaked out between a sob. He gently shushed her and wrapped his arms around her, placing a gently kiss to her cheek.
"Sammy...shhh, don't worry. You don't think Ashlan has the best lawyer in town? Of course he does. There's no way he killed anyone. Right?" he asked her, gently pushing her away so he could meet her gaze.
Their eyes met and Sam let out a soft whimper before leaning into to press her lips to Tre's, kissing him. He mffed softly in surprise, but quickly melted against her, returning it. Moments later, the kiss was severed and Sam swallowed, "S-sorry..."
The Golden smiled softly to Samantha and reached up to caress her cheek gently before leaning down to kiss her now. He felt her press against him, her chest pressing to his. The two slowly sunk down on the couch, kissing as they released the emotions both of them had been holding in all day. It just so happened that they manifested as sexual energy. Tre's fingers dropped down to caress over Sam's hips as he lay on top of her. A soft moan escaped from the vixen's lips at the touch of the canine's fingers trailing up underneath her work shirt.
It wasn't long before Trelute was pulling Sam's shirt up her slender body and off, tossing it to the floor beside the couch. She wore a plain white bra that cupped her orange and white-furred breasts. Sam let out a soft moan as Trelute's paws slid up to cup her slightly hidden breasts and gently broke the kiss to look up at him. Her paws began to draw the dog's shirt up as well and she leaned up to close her lips around one of his nipples. Tre gasped softly and moaned at the feel of the vixen's lips sucking at his nipple along with the tongue flicking over it.
"S-sam...let's..." he started to say. Samantha gave a sudden shove to the dog, toppling him onto his back on the floor. The vixen leaped upon him, her thighs straddling his hips.
"I need you Tre...you're not going to deny me that, are you?" she asked him, looking into his eyes.
The dog blushed softly and shook his head, "Of course not. I was just going to say let's...go somewhere more comfortable."
The vixen shook her head with a slight smirk, the sexual hormones running through her body, "Uh uh, Big Boy...right here is just fine," she replied before leaning down to kiss and lick at the male's bare chest and stomach. He moaned as he felt her lips going down past his belly button, toward his khaki pants. He gasped and jerked his hips slightly as he felt a firm paw grip his package, his sheath having thickened quite a bit from the kiss.
"Oh my...my puppy getting nice and hard for his vixen?" she asked in a teasing tone, looking upward to Tre, who was blushing from hearing Sam talk like that. He simply nodded a little bit, "I see...does he want a nice muzzle wrapped around his nice puppyhood?"
Tre blushed even more and swallowed as his sheath thickened more into her paw. She began to rub it up and down in his pants, teasing him even more. The vixen grinned a little bit as she saw the dog's reaction and soon enough tugged open his belt and fly. Her fingers pulled the pants open and reached in to heft out that heavy dogcock. The vixen licked her muzzle a bit and looked up at him as her paw stroked at that pole of red dogmeat.
"Mmm...such a good boy...I think I know something else the puppy might like," she said and slowly stood up. Tre looked a little confused as Samantha moved to sit down on the couch. As Tre began to sit up he felt one of her feet press down firmly on his chest, drawing a gasp from his lips as he looked up to Samantha.
"Sam, what-" he started to ask but his words were cut off as her other foot pressed down onto his face.
"Mmm...hush, puppydog. Terri told me about you little attraction," she said and mmmed with a grin. The foot on Tre's chest slide down to press down onto Tre's thick throbbing cock, drawing a moan from him.
As he moaned, he could smell the distinct scent of Sam's footmusk fill his nose, making his eyes roll back in his head a little bit. He felt the soft foot sliding sideways up and down his throbbing cock which had begun to leak precum onto his stomach.
"That's a good boy. My puppy's gonna lick his Mistress' feet, isn't he?" she asked him with a grin.
Tre gasped and blushed deeply as she called herself 'Mistress' and let out an embarrassed whimper. His tongue slide out to slide along the sole of her footpaw, his hips trying to hum pup at her other footpaw. She ooohed softly at the feeling of a tongue sliding over her foot and licked her muzzle.
"Mmm...there's a good boy...use that little muzzle. I know it's used to sucking dick, but I think my foot is a good substitute, don't you?" she asked him, which caused the dog to blush even more.
His tongue trailed up as Sam brought her foot down to push her toes into his mouth, ordering him to suck them. Tre's own toes curled in pleasure as he felt that other foot sliding up and down his cock, the dog starting to pant heavily, feeling himself getting close to cumming all over her foot. Suddenly she pressed her whole foot down on the dog's muzzle and face, filling his senses with the scent of her musk. That other foot stomped down and ground itself into his cock, causing the dog to bark out and convulse on the floor as thick ropes of dog spunk shot onto the underside of her foot and his stomach.
"Oh my...did puppy cum without his Mistress' permission? Tsk tsk..." the vixen said teasingly as the dog laid on the floor, panting heavily in after orgasmic bliss, "I hope you don't think you're done."
The foot in his face was soon replaced by the messy cum-covered one and he blushed deeply as she ordered him to clean it. His tongue slid out to drag across her toes, tasting his own semen. His tongue dragged between her toes as well until it was all clean.
"Mmm...good boy...now...you're gonna be a good boy and stick that cock in me, arent you?" she asked him, reaching down to caress his muzzle with her toes.
Trelute swallowed and nodded on the floor.
"What was that, puppy? I couldn't hear you?" Sam said, enjoying the role she'd adopted for the moment. It helped to forget about what had happened.
Tre swallowed again and spoke up, "Y...yes."
Her eyebrows went up, "Yes...what?"
Trelute let out a soft whimper and bit his bottom lip, "Y-yes, Mistress..."
The vixen grinned and nodded, "Such a good puppy I have. Now, get up and come over here. You're gonna lick Mistress' pussy while you get nice and hard again."
Samantha shed her khaki pants and reached down to pull her white panties aside, exposing her sopping wet sex. She was very into this. She'd never really considered being a dominatrix, but after Terry had mentioned a few things to her, Sam had wanted to try it with the canine. Her thighs spread as Trelute got to his knees, blushing quite a bit, "Come on, puppy. Show me you're not just some little cocksucker pup."
The dog blushed deeply and swallowed nervously at how Sam was acting. His dick was almost getting hard again just from seeing the smaller vixen be so dominating. He moved closer to her, looking at her pink folds. The dog moved in between her legs and let his tongue slide through her sex, drawing a moan from Samantha. Her paws slid down into Tre's headfur, gripping it to pull his head more against her pussy. The dog moaned softly at her tease as he dug his tongue into her.
Sam wrapped her thighs around Tre's head, moaning out at his ministrations, "That's...that's good, boy...eat me out like a good...p-puppy..." And eat her, he did. Tre sucked at her labia before pushing his tongue into her cunny, tasting the honey that leaked out onto his muzzle. Sam's toes curled as her pleasure grew and Tre had easily managed to get hard again, Sam knowing just what to do to get him going.
The vixen released Tre and pushed him back with one of her feet, "That's...that's good enough, pup. You're gonna fill Mistress with something else now," she said as her feet pushed the dog back onto his back. Sam slid off of the couch to straddle the dog's hips again and gasped as she felt the cum-covered dogcock throbbing against her folds.
"Mmm...ask your Mistress to sit on your cock, boy. Go on," she said, looking down into his eyes.
"P...please, Mis...mistress, please sit on my...cock," he said softly, then bit his lower lip in humiliation. The dog cried out suddenly as his 'Mistress' obliged and sat down, her sex spreading around that fat dog pole. Sam moaned out as well. It had been much too long since the two of them had fucked and she really missed it. Her paws pressed to his strong chest as she began to raise her hips and slide back down.
"O-oh God...S-sam..." he moaned out, feeling that warm tight hole grip and squeeze him so well. Her hips stopped and he looked up at her with a deep blush, "I mean...Mistress..."
Sam grinned as he corrected his mistake and began to ride that thick cock faster, moaning out above Trelute. Her fingers gripped at his chest fur, feeling the pleasure beginning to grow again in her nether regions. She felt the dog's knot begin to grow and hit against her entrance each time she sat down on him, licking her lips. She wanted it in her.
The dog's toes curled and he moaned out loudly, his eyes closed in pleasure. He felt that vixen's cunt slide up and down his shaft which was leaking pre inside of her. Her paws gripped him and he winced slightly as her claws dug into his chest. His knot hit against her sex as he started to thrust his hips up against her. Sam moaned out and leaned her head back as she bounced up and down on his dick, knowing she wasn't far off.
"Yes...yes...f-fuck...gonna cum, puppy! Give...give me that spunk, puppy!" she cried out. It wasn't long after that before Samantha screamed out in pleasure, her orgasm overtaking her. Her sex fluttered and milked at him as she came hard. The vixen slammed her hips down and yelped out as the large knot forced its way into her body, inflating to lock them together. Trelute cried out as well, feeling that knot pop into Sam's tightly gripping cunt. He couldn't hold it in any longer as a second load of his white seed shot out, this time pumping into the vixen's waiting pussy. His hips jerked and thrust up into her as both rode out their orgasms.
Samantha panted heavily and leaned down, kissing Trelute with passion. The dog returned it, pressing his paws to the vixen's cheeks. The kiss was broken and both panted, foreheads pressed together, "Oh...oh god, Tre...I needed that..." the vixen said, kissing the dog again briefly.
The dog looked up at the vixen and shuddered as his dick continued to throb inside of the vixen, pulling her down to hug her close as they reveled in the afterglow.
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The next day, a gavel sounded as Ashlan Delaraux stood in front of the Defendant's table. Ashlan's lawyer stood beside him at the table. A middle-aged-looking pit bull sat in the judge's chair and the presecutor stood behind the other table.
"Next on the docket, Ashlan Delaraux. Charges are: one count; Murder in the First Degree," said the court's clerk from the corner of the room.
"How does the Defendant plead?" the judge asked.
Ashlan, wearing an expensive business suit with a dark blue tie replied, "Not Guilty, Your Honor."
The judge nodded and looked to the Assistant District Attorney behind the other table, "Counselor, what do I hear on bail?
The ADA, a smart-looking leopard with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, straightened up a little, "Your Honor, the Defendant brutally killed his victim by choking them to death on the Defendant's penis. By the nature of this crime, I ask that the Defendant be remanded."
Ashlan's attorney spoke up to make his argument, "Your Honor, the Medical Examiner can not definitively link my client to the scene other than my client's semen in his throat. The body was left in a cold wet alley and due to accelerated decomposition, can not possibly be linked to my client beyond a reasonable doubt. I would also like to add that the arresting officer has had a vendetta against my client for years."
"That is a matter for trial, Mr Quinlen. However, I will not send a man to prison without more evidence. Bail is set at five hundred thousand dollars," the judge said, slamming his gavel. Shortly thereafter, Ashlan was walking through the halls of the courthouse. A smile couldn't help but fill his face as he walked out, seeing Trelute standing next to his car in the pick-up zone.
The dog rushed up to hug his boss, who quickly returned the gesture, "What happened, boss? You told them it was a mistake, right?"
The wolf lead Trelute back to the car with a grim smile, "Tre, it doesn't work like that. I'll have a trial. They say they have evidence," he replied, the dog none the wiser to the wolf's misleading statements.
The dog sighed softly and got into the driver's side as Ashlan got into the passenger side, Tre driving off. It was a few minutes before Trelute could get up the courage to speak, but what came out was not the question he wanted to ask, "We're almost out of pepperoni, Bosswolf, can you order some more?"
The wolf looked over and smiled softly, nodding, "Course," he replied and reaches over to pat his favorite employee's knee, "Tre, relax. This will blow over, I promise."
Hearing the wolf say that, Tre glanced to him with a soft smile as he stopped at a red light, "Okay. Then, let's get things back to normal."
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Teribold was making his rounds. The otter hated being away from his boyfriend so often like this, but he loved his job, nonetheless. He walked into one of his assigned rooms and smiled softly to a cheetah boy with his leg propped up in a cast, "How are you today, Billy?"
The boy winced slightly as he moved, "I'm okay, Mr. Otter," he replied. There was a children's cartoon playing in the background. Terry smiled softly and nodded.
"Alright, well everything looks good here. I think you'll be set to go home in a few days. I'll let your mom know," he replied, lightly patting the boy's head before heading back out, the otter gasping suddenly as he came face to face with a feline. The otter caught his breath and laughed softly. The feline was wearing a long overcoat, clasped closed.
"Whew, you startled me," the otter said with a friendly smile.
"Nurse, I really need you to look at my father. I think he's getting worse," the cat said, motioning for Terry to follow.
The otter went quickly, being the dedicated health official that he was, "What's going on with him?" he asked, being lead into a room nearby. A look of confusion came over the otter's face, seeing the bed empty. Suddenly the door slammed shut and he spun around to find a metal bed pan coming right for his head before blackness came over him.
"He won't hurry up and die," the feline replied to no one in particular as he began to strip the otter of his nurse's uniform, putting it on.