Part one- The Present
~Welcome to my second story here on Yiffstar, I will warn you it has a storylike *le gasp*. But dont just close out of it just because of that, there is Yiff in here and it is very soon in the story. And as always please leave a comment, did you love it, did you hate it, do you think i should stick it somewere were the sun dont shine too often? But yes enjoy.~
'What time is it?' the silent man in the corner wondered. Putting out his half smoked ciggerette the five foot eight gentleman got up leaving what he owed the waittress for the drinks. The smoke filled bar was getting to crowded for his taste. And why shouldnt it, it was a Friday night after all.
The feline made his way out, passing many different sets of couples. Afew were human some inter-speasies, not many though. Ever sence the Furrs started showing there faces most humans didnt bother with them, and they liked it that way. Out the door the feline walked, not something he did often and when he did it ment something important was going to happen.
As the feline walked from the bar a car sped around the corner and as if by some devine wind it continued its turn right through the frount of the bar. Glass flew everywere, the car was badly damaged but the people who werent hit in the bar quickly ran to get out of the way. Some went to help those in the requege. A man in the back of the bar used his cell phone to call the police, but as he went to tell the opperator were they were the car exploded. Not a normal engine explosion, someone had rigged the car to explode. The area was devistated the cars explosion was so powerful that it left a crator in the ground.
"What caused this," Detective Marx asked. The uniformed officer hardly looked up at the furr," I asked you a question."
"Oh, sorry Detective," the officer half hartedly apoligised,"A car crashed into the bar last night, then it exploded."
"Look officer, you may not like it, you may not even care, but I am a suppiror to you," looking into the officers eyes," try and act like it. Atleast on duty." Marx walked away, he got all the information he needed from the pig. He laughed at himself, that is something the street punks called cops, he being one of them it was ironic that he would use the same slang to one of his own.
Marx steped around the police line and up to one of the other detectives, an almost handsome man,"So i hear that a car exploded on you."
"Marx you bastard, what you been up to," making the sign for drinking, "The bottle get you the past few nights? Or maybe that woman of yours."
"First off John," staring him down, "I only drink around you. And secondly, the woman of which you refur is a fuckbuddy," Lighting a ciggerette of his own, taking a long first hit let the smoke come out with his words, "Besides we are having conflicting interests. She likes to fuck like a wild animal and Im more of the cuddling type. You should know that from those nights alone with me."
"Marx I can take a lot of things, but your attacking my sexuality is not one of them," showing Marx the way to the creator that the car created, "I always wondered why you have to make everyone pissed at you before you start working." Both of them looked at the area. Most of the dead had been taken already. The police were finding more but that was to be expected.
"This isnt even your case what are you doing here?"
"Thought I might be able to help."
"Bull shit," John called his bluff, "no offence but you arent that type of guy. You think that she may be behind this?"
"Its a posiblilty, looks like her handy work." The her they refered to was a bunny furr. She had made Marx's life a living hell ever sence he became detective. Her name was Rachel. Had all the qualities of a shark and the bite to match, Marx had her corrnered once the bitch pulled out a rocket lancher and fired at him. The metalic arm and leg that now he called his was the reward. The bitch even called the ambulance for him. She did ask that he have a bunny grafted into the arm one night on the phone. He told her that it would go on the day that she was behind bars. She laughed.
Marx's cell phone rang, opening it looking at the number,"Hold on John it big boss," hitting the answer key," Just wanted to know if the kidney stone passed yet did you?" John bust out laughing as the man on the other end started bitching Marx out.
The automatic doors opened to the appartment building, and in steped the almost six foot beuty Rachel. This bunny furr wore a red dress. She loved this dress, it never went with her white pelt, but still got the guys to turn there heads. Her C cup breasts help too. And tonight was no different, fallowing close behind was an almost hypnotized younger man. She liked them young, they could almost keep up with her in bed. She hated the fact that she needed sex almost every night, but what could she do a rabbit must do what a rabbit must do. And the male rabbits always had the habbit of getting her pregant even if they did use a condom. She only had to go through two abortions before she learned better then inviting a rabbit over for the night. Besides its very hard to get rid of a body in this town.
The two of them reached the elevator, she pressed the button and as they waited for the elevator to arrive she turned to the man," I dont want to see you when I wake up tomarow morning. I dont care what your name is, and no you can not marry me. If I do find you in bed with me in the morning I will have to throw you out," the elevator dinged informing them that the doors would soon open," And I dont mean the door." The elevator doors opened and a couple walked out holding hands and flurting with each other. Rachel and the man entered the elevator, neather of them spoke a word to each other. He had one thing on his mind and words would only make that more evedent.
She laughed to herself, she knew the game that they tried to play. The strong silent man that could make her turn to jelly. She was no stranger to this game, but he must be. He was figiting, it was almost cute. Too bad that she only needed him for sex he would make a perfict pet. And she knew that she would have to guide him up to the point. After that they always knew what to do, even a vergin knows how to do that.
The doors opened and she lead him to her appartment. This place was expensive, the boy thought. She opened her door. That is when she pounced. The kiss was so unexpected that he almost pushed her off of him. She knew better then to let her toy get away. Shutting the door, she walked over to the couch. Taking off her highheals she told him to take off his shoes and leave them by the door.
She motioned for him to come over to the couch. There the kissing continued, to her supprize he played with her ears. Not that it was helping her horniness but still there may be hope for this youngling yet. She started to take off his shirt, kissed down his chest she used her wiskers to tickle him a bit. She never got over how that made humans laugh. Still kissing, she almost forgot that her tounge could go down his throght, pulling it back a bit. He moved his hands from her ears and moved down to her shoulders, removing the straps but not letting the dress fall just yet he kissed her. She laughed again he was trying to tease her. But she went along with it, why not if he got this far she might as well. Infact it might even help him to get his berings in bed. Letting out a gasp to inform him that he was doing it right. He let her dress fall showing that she wasnt waring a bra, her C cup breasts were there and like the rest of her covered in a thin fur white as snow. This didnt matter to him it seemed cause he almost dove into them. Letting the feeling of this boy play with her was worth the wait, this time she acually moned from pleasure. Then he did something odd, he started kissing her, but as he did this he started to stand up. This change in positioning caused her to lay back. They kissed, he played with her breasts, she moned again and again. They stayed like this for what seemed like forever, then she made her move. Taking the boys belt off she undid the clasp on his pants and pulled both them and his underpants off him. Taking a moment to step out of them he went to kiss her again, but she put her arm around his waist and pulled his erect penus to her mouth. She was going to have to make him speed up, unless he wanted her to get out her handcuffs and make him finish her off. She laughed, Marx had made her do that back when they were dating. Before he desided to go into the police force. Enough of that though she had a perfict good penus just inches from her snout. She teased it alittle, licking it, stroking it, then when he was just about to do something dumb like grab the back of her head and push it, she opened her mouth and took the almost five and a half inch dick all the way in. This boy moned like he had been making her do. She let it go in and out of her mouth, each time letting less and less stay in her mouth. And at the point that it would be totally out of her mouth she took it all the way in again. She did this for some time before the boy was about to blow, most furrs hated the taste of something like that but then again she wasnt most furrs. He came and hard, at this point she didnt mind that he grabed the back of her head and attempted to push his dick down into her stomach, it was to be expected. She was ready for the bedroom, but she knew that he wasnt. She wanted that same explosive hit when they were in the bedroom so she did something to help him along.
Sitting him down on the couch, Rachel stod up and let him watch as she romoved the rest of the dress. Slowly, she let the dress fall to the floor kicking it to him playfully. She turned around showing her thong off, black as night and so low cut that her bushy tail acually helped the V stay in place. Sitting on the boys lap she began to grind her hips, standing every so often. Her back still to him she lifted her leg out high enough to clear his head by only and inch and turned on one hind paw. Having cleared his head she put her knee on one side of him and while kissing him she pulled the other knee to his other side and began to grind her hips again. Getting up just a gracefully she turned about and bent over just enough to tell the boy to take off the thong. Doing this with haste he didnt realize that he was now face to face with her sex, or maybe he knew, eather way he did what any guy would laped it up like the dog he is.
"Finally," Rachel gasp under her breath. So he wasnt a complete moron when it came down to the fun stuff. His tounge was thick, and unlike a furrs tounge couldent reach deap inside her. But no matter his dick would do that for him latter. Not like he wasnt trying to burry his face into her, that desruved points. But then he found her clit, the warm sensation of his tounge on her clit sent her into overdrive she began panting. This helped him, he began alturnating between the clit and her sex. Damnit, Rachel thought, I will have to make sure to look at this mans wallet when he passes out. After she came she turned around, licked his ear, and pulled him to her bedroom.
More kissing fallowed the two of them reaching the bedroom. Letting him almost throw her on the bed she sat back and opened her legs. Like she had thought he wanted to just go in. Placing her right hind paw on his chest she waved a finger at him. Then it clicked, he began kissing up and down her leg. When he reached her sex again he gave an almost angry lick to the clit. This put a smile on Rachel's face, still he kept kissing up her body. Stoping a moment at her breasts, again to show his dislike that she had made him wait just that few minutes longer to get what he wanted. She just wanted to say to him, you have no idea what its like to need this everyday, but inorder not to ruin the mood she let the kiss that was aimed at her snout miss. Sliping herself off the bed she landed right ontop of him, she landed in such a way that she impailed herself on him. They both growned from the feeling.
Marx knew this was comming, the Cheif had his balls in one hand and a hacksaw in the other.
"What the hell do you think that you were doing?"
"Helping a fellow detective on his case," Marx had been here so many times that this was nothing new.
"I spoke with Johns," the Cheif was hoping to get him to say something that would get him in a corner," Have anything to say to that."
Getting tired of this game,"And what did he say? That I was getting in his way, I doubt it. No, I dont think that you did talk to John. Besides I wanted to make sure that this attack didnt have anything to do with my case. Its funny though, that you put me on a case that involves my ex."
"Some ex, firing a fucking rocket launcher at you."
"She did call for an ambulance."
"Not the fucking point. She tried to kill you."
"Sounds like we are dating again."
"She's dangerous Marx, you of all people should know that."
He'd had enough of this,"But isnt that what makes it all worth it," he asked as he got up and left.
Leaving the station Marx looked around, the buildings of this large city were getting to him. He had grown up in a small town, he had been the one to cause all the problems in his town. What the hell was he doing as a detective? Not that it mattered and once Rachel was behind bars he could start to think about finding another job.
"Hay lover boy," a voice he knew all too well came from the roof just infrount of him. He almost didnt have to look. There she stod the white rabbit, clad in black she stod there holding the same rocket launcher that had taken his arm and latter his leg.
Pulling out his pistol he took cover behind a patrol car,"Your taking a big risk comming here. I may have to arrest you."
She laughed,"You arent going to get me today. I just wanted to keep you alive long enough to attempt to."
"What do you mean?"
"Your car has a bomb in it. Not one of mine, dont worry if i wanted you dead then you would already be."
"And how do I know that you didnt have it planted to make me not try and arrest you?"
"Good question, but you know me I dont make threats. If I want someone dead they die. If I want to send someone a message I shot a rocket at there face. Speaking of that how about grafting that rabbit?"
"I already told you that I would when you are in jail."
"How generous, but I do need to talk to you somewere were its just us one of these day."
"Why?"
"North Tower in three days sound good. Oh, and remember to get rid of that bomb before you start your car. Talk to you latter lover."
Steping back into the station he told the desk clerk that he needed the bomb squad. After he did so he walked him self back to the cheifs office, and why not he would be called back anyway.
"Damnit Rachel," she bicthed at herself,"What the hell were you thinking." There she was running down the back allys of the lower part of town luging a masive rocket launcher, but better safe then sorry. And seeing as that was the only weapon she liked to use why not, she was seeing the error in her judgment now. "Damn you Marx," she panted as she found a place to hide the weapon. Even after all of this, all the death all the destruction she still just wanted him in her life. But then again she did have to show him that she wasnt the deadliest thing that he had to worry about. True she may have destroyed alot, but what she had destroyed was all part of something bigger. There was someone bigger, someone pulling the strings of a war that the cops didnt seem to care about. Drugs, funny how they find there way into every life. Some take them, not deadly in and of themselves, but the people who push them thats who she has been fighting. Everything she had been destroying was a part of that. He had just been too late to the seanes to see what the cops were doing to cover it up.
"So many dirty cops, too little time," yes that would be the answer if things got to bad, "Oh well," she muttered, "I may just have to kill them all."
Not now she thought, she needed to get back to her appartment. Make a few calls, see if her informants had any new targets. Besides she had three days to clean herself up. She put on a shirt and pants from a bookbag she had placed in an ally. After doing so she finaly was able to let out a gasp of pain, that damn boy had ruffed her up real bad. Eh, its part of the danger of picking up random strays, she kicked herself. Her ribs hurt, her arm hurt, but she had been sexualy satisfied. Thats all that matters.
"I thought we had the police on our side?"
"Most of them," a very nervous addict told the feline.
"Well why not all of them?" Taking the cigar cutter the feline cut off the end of one of his ciggars. Taking the other end in his mouth, slowly took a match and struck it on his desk causing it to ignite. Holding the two together for a moment he took a long puff, "Isnt that why Im paying you?"
Figiting from the sudden flame that was presented infrount of him, "Some are old, and still think that justice is something that they have to protect. But that furr," he sook again violently, "He is so blinded by his ex lover, I didnt think he would be a threat."
"Lets hope you are right, I would hate to have to punish you for such a foul up." He threw the man a bag, "For all your hard work. Now get out of my sight." As the man made his way out of the office the feline got his attintion, "Oh, and mister Manger, if i need you agian keep your phone pluged in. I would hate to have to come and give you a personal opperiance."
The man shuck his head in agreement and left with haste. The orange fured feline sat there a moment taking in the aroma of the cigar. Then a thought went through his mind. Picking up the phone he presed the call button. When his secratery picked up the other line he told her to rescedual his apointments for the day. Pushing the recever down he made a call.
The other line rang twice before a woman answered, "Yes Ashal."
"I have a thorn in my side and I would like you to remove it."
"What sort of thorn?"
"A certain rabbit, and her detective friend. I trust you know who I speak of."
" Yes sir," her voice told of the adreanalne she was pumping into her system, "And I know just the place to find them both togeather."
"I should hope so, that is your job. Take care of this thorn and you will never have to worry about getting it as long as you live."
Hanging up the phone he laughed, "As long as you live, thats a good one." He knew better then to make a promise like that, but she was such a constant user that she would be dead in a matter of months if she got that kind of payoff.
"Your the devil you know that."
"Why, cause I make such a destructive product? Its there fault if they buy it up like it were gold. They are the demand and I am the supply. Basic economics my dear. I didnt hear you come in."
A human woman about his hight steped from behind a cabinet, "Cause Ive been here for the last two days. Or did I do that good of a job fucking your brains out." She wore a see through night gown and nothing much. Walking over to him she sat on his lap. She began kissing him.
Rachel made her way into the North tower, she had no need to tell him more then that. After all it was the first place that he had asked her out on a date to. The building was masive. A glorified shoping mall thats all it was. She would be glad to see it burn, but thats not her thing. Attacking the rich wasnt part of her job, unless they had something to do with the rampant drug problem on the lower parts of town. She picked one of the restuants near the frount of the building, somewere that Marx could smoke. He did like to smoke, he had tried to quit for her and had almost sucseeded had she not shot a rocket at him. She would have to apoligies for that when all was said and done. Not that she felt sorry for firing the weapon, just that he had gotten hurt. He was innocent of all that had been happening in the city. Feeling her inner thigh she found the glock that she had, she hated things that didnt explode but if something were to happen she needed to be ready. She hoped that nothing would happen, she sometimes came here to try and remember what had made Marx so special. That list would be too long for her to recount at this moment.
There he was walking in like he owned the place, she smiled at his poise. Waving to him like an old friend, "Over here."
Hoping the small railing that was put up to make it seem more outside he sat at the table, "You just had to pick this resturant didnt you?"
"Thought it would make seeing me a little easier. How you been?"
"Well as long as Im not having rockets fired at me Im fine," he said jokingly.
"You do realize that I was expecting you to move just a bit faster?" a woman at another table gave them a confused look. She loved that, she would have to get some peircings to make it funnier latter.
"You didnt call me out here to remanese did you?"
"No, but I do love your company."
"Well if you would do your time for what you have done maybe then we could see each other more offten."
"You know I cant do that Marx."
"I know, you would look horrible in orange," the both laughed at that, "but still its the law."
"Marx we can talk more about little nothings latter," she was getting one of her bad feeling again, "I need to tell you something."
Getting tired of hearing that, "Then say it."
She smurked, "All those places that were attacked, they had something to do with the drug. Eather they were pushing it, or they were making it."
"And why didnt I see any evidence of that?"
"You were never the first one to the seane were you? The cops that got there did a good job of cleaning the place up. Or if you did find something of importance they had a habit of losing it."
"So your saying that the cops are behind it?"
"No, just being paid off to keep it hidden."
"By who," its not that he didnt believe her, he needed prof.
Taking a small envelope from her purse, "Here this is all I have on someone I think maybe pulling all the strings for this city. Im not saying that hes not responcible for the whole drug epidmeic, even you must know that Im not that stupid to think something like that."
Marx made his way to open the letter when he heard a shotgun go off. Getting up to see what was going on another round this time from a handgun was fired in his direction. The shot was bad it hit his right shoulder and bounced off the metal that made up his arm, "Get the fuck down," he screamed at every one in the resturant area, "You," pointing at Rachel, "did you set me up." Getting a no from her, "Then lets hope you have a weapon on you," pulling her over the rail they took cover behind a fountan. Pulling out his mangnum revolver he looked around the fountan. Again a shot came his way, taking cover he fired back at a woman who was covered to the teath with weapons. He knew he heard a shotgun altho he didnt see it, but she definily had a rifle and a pistol.
Rachel by this time had already taken out the glock she had and pulled the action back, "Whats the plan?"
"You take her from the left, I have the right."
"Be careful the cops in this building may not help us out. Marx," getting his attention, "I still love you."
"I really didnt need that." Two more rounds made there way into the fountan.
"I know, but I just wanted you to know that if I dont make it out of this. She is prity well armed."
"Damnit," he pulled the back of her head with his hand giving her a quick kiss, "Try and and get upstairs, if you get a high position maybe you can hit her before she does too much damage."
The each ran there respective ways, Rachel to the left. Knocking over a chair to try and got the womans attention she took cover behind a piller. Coming around it she took two shots at the woman hitting her smack in the cheast before a hail of bullets found there way into the piller, "I think she has a vest," she yelled to Marx. She was kicking herself for not bringing the copkiller rounds. She moved from piller to piller trying to get to an elevator that wasnt in the line of fire of that damnable rifle. Finding an access elevator she took it up to the second floor of the mall area. Once out of the elevator she made her way to the railing. Gun fire exploded and she saw that Marx was pined down behind a concrete trash bin. Seeing a cop walking up on Marx she took aim, as the pig took out his gun and aimed it at Marx she fired once and took the pigs head clean off, "Thats one Marx, I really hope you believe me now."
The gun fire from the rifle started being aimed tawords her. Diving back she nearly got her lungs punchured by bullets. She got up and was able to get into a better position, just in time to see Marx come around the canister and fire once. She took aim at the woman, as she dodge Marx's bullet Rachel fired once again and hit her right between the eyes.
Yelling up to Rachel, "Get down here."
"Why so you can arrest me, sorry but no thanks. I saved you, think of that as my appoligy for the rocket. Maybe when all this is over you can have that star studed arrest you want, but until then I will be that thing that keeps you going. Take care lover."
Marx walked into the morge, walking past the reseptonest he was told to stop. Yeah right, he was pissed. Learning that the police were actively covering up a drug conspericy, getting shot at by both an insane woman and almost killed by one of his own, then by trusting that bitch he let the one chance he may have had to capture Rachel slip out of his fingers. Busting through the doors to the examination room he looked the head corriner in the face and demanded to know what the hell happened.
"Well Marx she was shot up with so much adrenalin that she didnt even feel the two bullets that Rachel put into her cheast. The cop was DOA thanks to a very messy but well placed head shot and Im supprized that eather of the two of you made it out of there alive. Much less unharmed," he gave Marx a sturn look, "Oh and I was wondering were I can get one of those gardian angels that seem to follow you around?"
Taking this as a moment to cool down with some humor, "First, you have to get a woman so mad at you that you have a rocket launched at your face. Then, you have to have that woman still love you. What else do you have for me?"
"Your test came back," looking down to find the folder.
"And?"
"Marx you have to quit smoking, you have the early signs of lung cancer. We have no idea how to treat a furr with such a disease. Im sorry, but your kind is too new to even give the proper prognosis."
"So what your saying is?"
"That we know almost nothing about furrs, that we dont know when you will start showing signs of lung cancer, that when you do start showing signs that we have no idea how long you will live. Im sorry but it may already be too late to even help. We can get you something that may help slow it down but you will die sooner then you are supose to. Im sorry Marx."
"Not what I wanted to hear," he never thought that something so small as smoking could kill him but then again he had been smoking for twenty years. He guessed it was catching up with him.
Walking out of the morge he put a hole in the concrete side of the building. He had survived so many shot outs, so many short comings, why this? He needed to fuck that was the answer, for now. Maybe he would do what some of the officers said that they had seen Rachel doing. Go to a bar and pick up someone, why not he was single. Maybe he would call in a favor from his temporary girlfriend, they werent talking but then again she loved the way he made her turn to jello. That would be it, a temporary truce for the night. He pulled out his phone fliped it open and scrolled down the list of numbers to Sahra. When the other end picked up,"I have a marvlous idea," getting the expected responce from the other end, "A one night truce, meet me at my place in an hour." Getting a yes from the female on the other end he closed the phone, and got into his car.