Casino Naja
A gift for Henkcobra, for trying soo hard to solve the story contest.
Casino Naja
Tancred Williams, the Director of Canada's most secretive of secret agencies, the Foreign Operations eXecutive or FOX for short, sat at the bar of Canada's newest Casino and waited for his contact. He sipped at a ginger ale and watched the crowd in the mirror behind the bar.
The Casino Naja was a big place in the Thousand Islands tourist district, near Kingston and the bridge to the USA. The main room could hold a thousand gamblers and there were smaller rooms off to the sides for private parties and tournaments. Each of the world's major banks had offices in the lobby, In order to ensure the credit rating and flow of funds from the customers to the casino's coffers. In order to entertain the rest of the family while daddy lost the nest egg, there was also an indoor pool, indoor skate park, a gymnasium and a dance hall.
It was not a new building. The casino had been built back before the First World War, when the Thousand Islands district was the playground of the East Coast's super rich. But it had gone under during the great depression, and only recently reopened with a license issued by the Ontario Lottery and Games Commission.
The new owners had spent a fortune restoring it to its former opulence. They had also saved a bundle by making it environmentally friendly, and eligible for government development grants. It generated its own power, treated its own sewage, and recycled its own garbage. You would think that Greenpeace was the major investor; but it wasn't, the mafia was.
Not openly of course. They used intermediaries, holding companies and cut-out agents to disguise their ownership, but they pulled the strings none the less.
The casino was situated on an island between Canada and the US in the middle of the Saint Lawrence Seaway. During prohibition it had been a major smuggling hub, used by such luminaries as Al Capone and Lucky Luciano to move spirits to the States. It was difficult to catch the small boats on the open water, where jurisdiction was difficult to determine. There were also rumours of tunnels connecting it to the nearby islands on both sides of the border. In those days half of the casino's clients were mobsters there to make contacts, to close deals, or to escort consignments.
A good number of prostitutes, small time crooks, and the politicians that made their living off the criminals followed them there. That was happening again, but the smuggling business was much more serious these days.
Ecstasy and Meth was flowing south from labs in Canada to the clubs in the big American cities. Cheap cigarettes and tax-free booze was flowing north. But other groups were using the same routes and operators to move more dangerous cargo; slaves for the sex trade and terrorists were headed south, nuclear components, radioactive material and biological warfare stocks were moving north, and eventually overseas. That was why Williams was there, because part of his agency's job was to find the people engaged in the latter activities, and eliminate them.
The mobsters that controlled the casino did not mind if the occasional body was seen floating downstream. They considered the terrorists and foreign spies to be competitors taking unfair advantage of the smuggling network the Mafia had set up. They were willing to cooperate with the authorities, to a degree. But they needed leverage, to ensure that the governments behind the agencies did not use the information to prosecute the mobsters. That was why they would only deal with the heads of the intelligence agencies, and why they always tried to compromise them when they had them in their lair.
Williams noticed that he was being watched by a female. That in itself was not unusual. The golden fox was almost two metres tall and had been a body builder since High School. Although fifty-seven now, he looked like a fox in his early thirties. He had his strict physical regime and a popular brand of hair dye to thank for that. Females were always following him with their eyes, fruitlessly, since it was the males that he was attracted to. A quick count showed that there were five other females looking his way and three males, including the bartender, a cute little skunk with a tight butt and long lashes ... Williams forced his mind back to the current task.
The female watching him from the door was unusual for two reasons. First of all, she was frowning. Most females didn't frown at him until after they discovered that he was gay. Secondly, she was a reptile, a large red cobra with a huge bust. Sentient snakes were rare in Canada, busty ones even rarer, and they tended to stick to their own species. Williams had never heard of one being attracted to a fox before, but then again, the reputation of his species as yiffmeisters did get around.
Williams turned his head to signal the skunk for another drink, and took the opportunity to check on his backup. Sure enough Silver, his Chief of Staff and oldest friend, was positioned where he could watch and provide covering fire. The silver fox in his tailored tuxedo fit right in with the posh crowd. Williams looked back in time for the skunk to pass him his drink. The skunks delicate paw lingered on his as the smaller mammal peered up at the big golden fox through those long, thick lashes.
"This one's on the house." The skunk said, cheeks dimpling in a shy grin.
Williams gave him a regretful smile. "Maybe some other time. I'm waiting for someone tonight."
"Oh, who? I know all the guys that hang out here, and I can let you know if it's one of the posers. Then, maybe ...."
Before the skunk could finish a movement in the mirror caught Williams' eye, the red snake moving towards him.
"I think that's her coming now." He commented. Across the bar the skunk went pale and started to shake.
"Jesus Christ!" The skunk whispered desperately. "Don't tell her that I tried to come on to you. Please?"
Williams did not have time to ponder the skunk's fearful reaction, or even to assure him, because the scarlet serpent moved across the room quickly to take up a position behind the golden fox and to one side.
"You are Gold?" She hissed.
"Yes." He acknowledged his codename, one he still used outside the agency when he did not wish to divulge his real name. All of the former senior agents of FOX used colours for their code names, to avoid confusion with the British number code and the American letter designators.
"I am Dunya. Follow me."
Williams recognized the name; she was one of the two principle owners. The other was a male cobra named Henk, and they both had dossiers in the FOX records.
They were the kind of dangerous creatures that intelligence agencies kept track of. Originally from Egypt, the two had been a couple for several years now. Henk was a commando-for-hire, a trained samurai who preferred a sword over a gun. Dunya was trained as a ninja assassin and also worked for the highest bidder. As a team they were almost unstoppable. As they left the salon Williams gave Silver the signal that contact was made, and to monitor his transmissions. Although an external microphone and transmitter would be too obvious, Williams had several sub-dermal transmitters that could send a simple signal through most electronic suppressors. A code tapped on the right spot would bring Silver running, guns ablaze.
Williams wondered how long one of the world's best sword fighters would last against the last of the cold war gunslingers. Hopefully they would not need to find out.
As she led him through the maze of elaborately decorated hallways towards the owner's suite Williams had a chance to examine his hostess. She had shiny red scales on her back and shoulders, paler ones on her front. She was tall, almost as tall as he, and curvaceous, but very fit. He admired the way her muscles moved under the expensive gown she wore. Not that it covered many of them. It was a light silver material, almost metallic. As he has seen earlier, the front was cut low, just above the mid-line of her large breasts, showing a lot of cleavage. It was armless and backless too, dipping down under her thick tail and hanging in folds off her generous buttocks. They were firm, and undulated nicely as she strode down the hall. Her arms and legs were solid. Williams wondered where she worked out.
She bounded up several flights of stairs without breathing hard or breaking a sweat. He wasn't even sure if reptiles could sweat, but he had to struggle to keep up. Too much desk work lately, no doubt. Their journey ended at a double set of carved wooden doors. She threw them open and gestured that Williams should go inside.
Williams, who had an eye for antique furniture and decoration, saw that it was a beautiful suite, done in red, gold, and green in the imperial style. Obviously built for comfort and leisure, there was only one great room with a bar to one side, an elaborate shower to the other, and a great round bed in the middle. The only mystery was a large square object covered with a red satin sheet that stood off in one corner.
The shower was occupied, but it was impossible to see who was inside because of the steam and condensation. Dunya called out in a language that Williams supposed was Egyptian and the water abruptly shut off. The door to the shower opened and another snake stepped out.
It was a male, Williams saw, and what a male. He was almost as tall and well muscled as Williams, and he appeared to have two cocks, rather large ones. Williams tried not to stare as the reptile reached for a robe and wrapped it around himself.
This must be Henk, Williams thought. He matches the description; an emerald green cobra with pale green neck, chest and belly, blue-grey eyes, and a wide hood. The file had noted his physique, but had neglected to mention the fact that he had two penises. Williams found the snake staring back at him with a thoughtful expression, and was that a tiny smile?
"So Mister Gold." Henk said as he strolled toward the big bed. "I hear that your agency wants to conduct some electronic surveillance in our humble little establishment." When he reached the bed he coiled his tail under him and sat down on it.
"Hardly humble." Williams commented. "Is that an authentic Louis the fourteenth chair?" He pointed to an ornate seat by the shower where one could sit or prop a leg on while they towelled themselves dry.
"You have a discerning eye, as I was told." Henk smiled openly now. "Yes, I won the European lottery several years ago and invested wisely. Most of the furnishings and fittings in the casino were purchased with the profits, as a tax shelter. But back to business. What guarantees are you willing to provide to ensure that the information you gather will not be used against my, er, partners?" As he spoke the reptile lay down on his side, propped up on one elbow. He bent one leg to rest the foot on the other thigh. The pose made the robe fall open, exposing his twin pricks again. Williams struggled to keep eye contact.
"Whatever is in my power to give." He answered. "What do they want? Immunity? Information to manipulate the gold markets of India? A rival wiped out?"
"They have us for that." Dunya said from behind him as she closed and locked the doors. The next sound he heard was hard for Williams to place, just because he seldom heard it. It was the sound of a silky dress falling to the floor. He turned around slowly. Dunya was standing with her back against the doors, totally naked.
The sight did not do much for Williams, but he had to admire how fit she was. There was no flab or excess fat at all on her thighs, almost like a male's. But those breasts were definitely female, quite large, and quite firm by the look of them. He turned back to Henk. The cobra had shed his robe like it was an old skin and he too stood naked.
"You think you can seduce me into a compromising position?" The big fox sneered. "Yiffing our way into the secrets of other nations is in our job description buddy!"
Henk and Dunya shared a chuckle at that. They both moved over to the sheet-covered device in the corner and each grabbed a pawful of red satin.
"We had heard that you FOX agents were impossible to blackmail." Henk said. "Our partners had already decided to cooperate with you based on your honourable conduct in past agreements. They left it up to us to strike a deal, if we could. So, no, we do not seek to compromise you. We seek your expertise." On that they both pulled down on the satin sheet, revealing a framework of wrought iron that had many rings, chains and leather straps attached to it. They stood back and waited for his reaction.
"A Salzburg Suspension Rack!" Williams gasped.
"Not a Salzburg Suspension Rack, the Salzburg Suspension Rack." Henk said with pride.
"But the original disappeared from the Archbishop's palace during the wars."
"I had the pleasure of tracking down a particularly nasty former Gestapo commander for a client recently." Henk explained. "He had added it to his collection before the allies liberated the area. Now it belongs to us. But of course, it came with no instruction manual. It is said however that you are an expert in such devices, no?"
Williams approached the machine reverently. It had been commissioned by the Archbishop of Salzburg in 1430 for his own entertainment. It was kept by his successors, supposedly to 'punish the sinful' until its disappearance during the Second World War. There were only a few written descriptions of the device and a couple of ancient woodcuts showing how it looked assembled. But Williams had researched it meticulously and, over the years, had built a working replica. He never imagined that he would ever see the original, let alone be invited to examine it.
"It is in good shape, and you have gotten most of it correct." He said admiringly as he circled it silently, adjusting a strap here, moving a chain there. He tested the pulleys and the clamps, the belts and the spikes. He noted the accessories that were conveniently mounted on the frame. When he was done he stepped back.
"It should be good to go now. Was there, ah, anything else you wanted from me?" He asked hopefully.
"You wouldn't leave without testing it first would you?" Henk asked with a toothy grin.
"But I'm not dressed." Williams indicated his open-necked shirt and dark slacks, making only a feeble excuse to decline.
"I think that some of my gear will fit you nicely. Dunya, help our guest to undress."
Williams allowed the female to undress him and strap a leather harness around his massive chest. As Henk had predicted, it needed very little adjustment. When she was done Williams stood with black leather straps criss-crossing his chest and back and tight leather shorts with a large flap held closed with a silver zipper in the front.
The two snakes had positioned themselves inside the framework. Williams was not surprised. Many creatures, including him, switched between the dominant and submissive roles as their needs dictated. He suspected that they took turns when they were alone, but allowed guests to choose their preference. It was very courteous of them, he thought, as he placed the shackles and cuff on them.
A twist of the main wheel and they were up off the ground, suspended, helpless. Both were in a semi-crouched position with their arms behind their backs and their tails tied up and out of the way, exposing their buttocks. He had arranged them face-to-face, so that they could look into each other's eyes and share each other's experience. Williams reached out and chose a knotted cat-o'-nine-tails to start with.
He began slowly, flicking the whip lightly at first, watching them carefully to see how they reacted. They seemed to have a high tolerance for pain, and the tough snake hide could take a fair amount of force without being damaged. He laid it on harder as he circled them, until each blow brought gasps of mixed pleasure and pain.
He worked silently, selecting the tender spots to treat with the whip. The only sound was the smack of leather on flesh, and the occasional intake of breath. Welts formed on their buttocks and thighs, lines appeared on their chests. Their nipples stood out hard and their faces were flushed as the blood coursed through their veins. Their eyes were locked together, each challenging the other in a game of endurance.
A smell filled the chamber. Williams looked down and saw that Dunya's cunt was open, exposed, and dripping wet. Henk's cocks were erect too, and they were producing drops of the watery fluid that came before an orgasm. Williams grabbed their chains and swung them to face him, shouting in mock anger.
"You are making a mess!"
"Sorry." "Forgive us, fox." They chimed, their eyes bright with anticipation.
"What!" Williams roared. "What did you call me?" The whip flew about their shoulders.
"Master!' They cried simultaneously. "Sorry master, please, forgive your unworthy slaves."
Williams slowed the whip, but did not stop. "Why should I?" He demanded. "You have been bad slaves. Dripping on the clean floor, forgetting your place. This is unforgivable."
"Please master." Henk begged. "Forgive us. Let us pleasure you."
"Only one thing will pleasure me." Williams said, reaching for a series of wooden pegs attached to the frame. They were roughly the length and diameter of bowling pins. He grabbed Henk's cocks roughly and smeared the lubricating juice that was dripping from them on to one. "Open wide." He said, placing the narrow end against the puckered hole below Henk's tail. With a twist and a push it sank in.
The cobra moaned as the peg wound its way deeper. As it widened more and more of his sensitive anal skin spread around it. When it was three quarters of the way in Williams stopped and told Henk, "Hold that right there. Don't let it slip out, or I'll be angry." He took another peg and turned to Dunya.
"Master." She hissed. "Let me feel you inside me. Let me show you the secret of the inner coils. I can milk your cock with them. Let me pleasure you."
"You don't deserve it, not yet." The golden fox slathered the peg in her juices and repeated the anal intrusion on her. "Hold tight." He advised her. "First one to drop their peg loses. And just to make it more interesting ..."
Williams swung them face-to-face again and adjusted the frame until their noses were almost together. Forked tongues appeared and intertwined as their lips strained to touch.
"None of that." He chided, slapping their tongues apart. "I'll give you something to lick." He unzipped the flap on the front of the leather shorts and his cock sprang out, already erect, already showing beads of pre-cum at its tip. He stuck it fearlessly between the two fang-filled mouths, and pulled them closer together so that their lips could seal themselves around it.
Tongues wrapped around it, mouths moving up and down its length, the two snakes eagerly licked and lapped at the engorged pole. Dunya sucked one of his balls inside her and with a fang on either side pulled on it roughly.
"You are a naughty snake." Williams commented, twisting one of her nipples in return, but she did not stop, and neither did he. Eventually she gave in, released him, and went back to join Henk in kicking the fox's shaft. He held her nipple for a moment longer before releasing it.
They were doing a good job, and he encouraged them by slapping their flanks and using the whip occasionally. He checked the pegs. Both were still firmly clenched and quivering in tailholes. Impressive. Williams believed they could hold them there until he came.
It was time to change the game. He had a lot of stamina, but he could not last forever. They had endured a lot and done what he had demanded. It was time for their reward.
He pulled his throbbing cock away from them, amused by the way their mouths strained to reach it still. He reached out his great arms and grasped each of the pegs by the bit that was still showing and slowly rotated them as he spoke.
"You are ... adequate slaves. I have decided to be generous and allow you the privilege of pleasuring me. How would you do it?"
"Take me to the bed, master." Dunya moaned. "Slam me down and shove your giant prick inside me. I will squeeze it as a python squeezes its prey. Be as rough as you can. I promise that you will not be able to pull out until your milk spurts forth inside me."
Williams had lain with females before, although only out of necessity. Her challenge did intrigue him though. "And you, Henk." He said turning to the other cobra. "What will you do for your master?"
"I will show you what two pricks can do, if you permit me." The snake said with his eyes downcast, the perfect supplicant.
Williams answered by flicking the switch that released the chains holding them suspended. They tumbled to the floor. The pegs went flying.
"Join me then." He said, leaving them to untangle themselves as he strode to the bed, dropping the shorts as he went.
Trained in escape techniques, they were free in an instant and crawled to the edge of the bed. Dunya slithered up and lay along side of the muscular fox. She reached out and stroked his upright penis as she tickled the inside of his ear with her forked tongue. Henk joined them on the other side. Williams reached down to caress the twin cocks and the pair of balls below them. There was nothing quite like the feel of a warm hard cock in your paw, he thought, and now he had two at once! This could be interesting.
"Get inside me master." Dunya whispered into his ear. "I want to feel your naked cock in me. I want your cum to splash against my womb. I want to bath my eggs in it."
Why not? Williams thought to himself. Foxes could only breed with foxes, not even with other canines, so there was no fear of unwanted offspring. He reluctantly released Henk's cocks and rolled over on top of her. She spread her legs wide and guided the tip to her waiting slit. She did indeed have excellent control of her inner muscles, he discovered to his delight, as it almost gobbled him down. True to her word, he found that he could only pull back so far before she clamped down on his prick to prevent it from escaping. But when he reversed she let him drive it in as hard and as deep as he could.
The bed was well situated amongst a group of ornate mirrors, and Williams could see the activities reflected from several angles. He watched his cock appear and disappear between the soft scales around her vagina for a moment. It was a new sensation, the feel of slippery scales and flesh that took on the temperature of its surroundings, but not an unpleasant one. Almost like the latex suits some of his partners liked to wear. Still, he had to concentrate to main an erection.
Henk chose that moment to join in. Williams felt his paws on his buttocks first. Glancing in the mirror he saw that the big cobra was leaning back, his knees on the bed spread wide apart. He was pulling himself into the two of them, his two pointed cocks aimed on slightly different angles. Just before they made contact he let a dollop of saliva drip down, pulling William's great golden brush out of the way so that it landed squarely on the fox's tailhole.
Williams continued to slide in and out of the red snake. Henk timed his movements to match, inching forward so the tip of his upper cock entered the fox's tailhole at the limit of the thrust. Down below, the juices flowing from his mate lubricated his other cock and eased its passage into her anus. After a few thrusts he was well seated behind them, his cocks buried deep in their tailholes, connecting the three of them closer than a ménage a trois had ever been connected before.
It felt good to Williams, having his cock milked while his ring was expanded and stretched pleasantly from behind. He had been sandwiched before, of course, but he particularly enjoyed the sensation of Henk's large penis filling him up each time he pulled out of Dunya. He flexed his powerful buttocks to squeeze Henk's cock like Dunya was squeezing his and was rewarded with a soft groan of pleasure.
Williams pumped steadily. Below him Dunya writhed in increasing ecstasy as her clit was stimulated by him and her anus by Henk. She would come soon, he guessed. Henk seemed to be nearing completion too, as he rocked faster and faster behind them. Williams knew they he would have no problem holding back and seeing them to completion, but he was a little disappointed that there was nothing more in it for him.
Suddenly he was forced to revise his opinion. Henk pulled his cock completely out, but it was soon back, with a friend Williams realized. Two cocks, moving in perfect unison because they were attached to the same set of hips, were pulling him apart as they forced their way into him.
Williams gasped and gripped the mattress. His mouth hung open as he stared at the mirror reflecting what was going on behind him. Henk's pricks, laying parallel against each other, were disappearing up his anus. A little further down, his own cock was poised halfway out of Dunya's snatch. As he watched Henk's hips made contact with his ass, and stopped. The snake's tail wrapped itself around Williams' right leg. Dunya wrapped hers around the left. Between the two of them they lifted Williams clear off the bed. He was suspended like they had been, but in a rack of living flesh.
Henk began to pump, in and out, stretching Williams and filling him in a most unique way. Dunya started to rock her hips, sucking on his cock with her eager cunt. He was at their mercy now, they were in control. He let himself relax, trusting in them, and revelled in the waves of sensation flowing through him.
Dunya, already on the brink of coming before this, was the first to go. Sensing her need Henk sank down, driving the fox's cock deep into her as her spasms shook the three of them. That, and the new heights of pleasure he was experiencing from behind, was enough for Williams, and he came like a machinegun. He swore that he could fell it splash and rebound inside her. The smell of her cum mixed with his did it for Henk, and twin streams of liquid fire hosed the fox's hole.
Spent, the three of them collapsed. Williams was covered in sweat from the exertion, but the two reptiles were pleasantly cool and dry. Amazing, he thought, no fur to have to wash, blow dry or comb. But then again, no fur to dye, style and fluff. No warm tail to wrap around you on a cold winter night in the cabin; the disadvantage of being cold-blooded. He supposed that was why all the photos they had on file showed Henk wearing a purple turtleneck sweater. He felt Henk roll over to lay beside him.
"You can have your listening post." The snake said lazily. "But you must come back and join us again, and bring some of your agents next time."
* * * * * * * *
Three months later Williams was back at the casino's bar, sipping scotch and fending off the advances of the skunk who was once again bartending. The agency technicians had been in to install the listening devices and the computer that would control them. It had passed initial testing and was ready to be turned on. Henk and Dunya had asked that Williams join them for the event, and a little get together afterwards.
He had brought a back up again, because he was still the chief of a clandestine intelligence agency and there was always a slight risk that he would be targeted. Even though he trusted the reptilian couple there was a chance that one of their partners might have passed information about his visit to the wrong people. But instead of Silver, this time he had one of the newer senior agents with him. It was the young ex-street punk Marcel, codenamed Sable, a short black fox that used the identity of the professional skateboarder 'Anthony Foxx' as his cover. The characters flamboyant style, bad-boy attitude and outrageous gambling habits fit well with the location. But Williams had been hesitant to bring him at first.
"He needs more experience and exposure." Silver had commented. "It will be good for him."
Williams was not so sure, but Silver was his Chief of Staff and he was responsible for operational decisions like that. So Williams had brought the little fox.
Marcel/Sable/Anthony was in the salon, losing money was always, when Dunya entered the bar area and slid up beside Williams once again. He noticed that she was looking a little thicker around the middle, and she had a glow about her that looked familiar.
"You wouldn't be expecting, would you?" He guessed. He smile was all the answer he needed.
"Twins." She confided. "A male and a female, according to the ultrasound."
"Congratulations! You and Henk must feel very happy."
"Oh, Henk is not the father. We will have children together eventually, but for now, we are experimenting with a technique that we have developed to allow species, even different classes like reptiles and mammals, to interbreed. My little ones are three months along now. The ultrasound is done regularly to track their development. It appears that they will have hoods and scaly skin, like their mother, but bushy tails and pointy ears, like their father. Perhaps their fur will be golden too. Would you like to pick names for them?"
Williams was stunned into silence. Babies? Half-fox half-snake babies? His babies? Until a moment ago fatherhood was so far in the realm of impossibility for him that he could not adjust his brain to this new chain of thought.
"Don't worry." She assured him, resting a paw on his thigh. "We have plenty of money to raise them well and we will keep them out of the public eye. They will not be made a spectacle of. You will have no responsibilities, but you can come visit, if you want?" Her brows went up inquisitively.
"Uh, sure. I'd ... love to."
"I'm sorry, you are shocked, I know." She looked around the room and changed the subject. "You have brought a different agent with you this time." She said, staring across the room at Marcel. "Henk saw him on the video monitor and immediately formed a liking for him. He was wondering if you would be offended if we invited the little fox up for a session alone. I'm sure you could find something to do to amuse you in the meantime." She sent a significant glance in the direction of the bartender. The skunk cringed, not sure if he was in trouble or not.
"I don't mind, but you will have to ask him." Williams replied. "But please understand that I can't force Marcel to participate in something that he doesn't want to do."
"We know, but I think that he is cute and would like to try."
"Be my guest. I'll wait here for a little while in case you need a substitute."
Dunya patted him on the back and wandered off in the direction of the salon. Once she was gone the skunk, who Williams had discovered was named Daniel, scurried over with a worried look on his face.
"What did she say? Was she mad at me? Those two are good to work for, fair to the staff and slow to anger, but when they get pissed, watch out!" The skunk stammered fearfully.
"You're not in trouble." Williams assured him. "In fact, she suggested that you might need to take a break." Williams put one of his large golden paws on Daniel's small black one.
"Oh yeah?" Daniel smiled, leaning over the bar to gaze into Williams' eyes. "You, ah, got a room here in the casino?" The skunk asked.
Before he could answer, a distant scream came from somewhere upstairs. The gamblers suddenly fell silent, and it was quiet enough to hear the sound of feet pounding down the stairs and running down the hall from the direction of the suites. A second later the doors burst open and Marcel appeared. He looked around wildly and them high-tailed it straight for the exit, leaving a trail of flying cards, scattered chips and disturbed gamblers in his wake. Williams figured that at that pace he would get about five kilometres up the road before he remembered that he was supposed to be Gold's back up at the casino.
He had better get upstairs before his hosts got offended, he supposed. Williams sighed and pulled his paw back. He stood up, and looked down on the slim skunk with regret.
"Sorry Daniel. Duty calls."
The End
Henk and Dunya are (C) Henkcobra
Tancred 'Gold' Williams, Silver and Marcel/Sable are mine
as is Daniel, but he appears to prefer being public property, the slut.