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OK, part two coming at ya. This is some strictly 18 or older shit!

This is the longest thing I've ever written, that spot was originally held by A Soul to the Wind. This is pretty much part 2 and part three combined, part '4' is in the works now.

You know I hate writing smut scenes? I feel like the way my brain is wired it sounds too "formal"...maybe I should hire someone to write those scenes for me?

Read it, Rate it and Comment if you feel the need.

Big shout out to my editor Ishtar for taking time out of his day to read through this mess and give it the green light!

This is my story, these are my characters.

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The Doctor would tell me I drifted in and out of consciousness the entire ride to the hospital. I don't remember much between calling 911 and waking up in the hospital. I looked around the room; typical white walls, an outdated TV that only showed Spanish soap operas and an uncomfortable bed that someone probably died in at one point. I heard a gasp and turned my head and found myself eye level with a beautiful pair of breasts. Her makeup was running and staining a beautiful red dress she must have picked out for our dinner date.

"Hi Anne..." I didn't realize it then but my voice was nothing more than a whisper, but it was loud enough that Anne could hear me. She flung herself onto me her arms wrapping around my head, my face pressed against her cleavage.

"Oh my god...you're awake! Let me go and get a nurse." She broke her hold on my head and was about to get up when I shot my paw out and gripped her wrist.

"Wait...Please." She sat back down again. "Where am I and for how long?"

"You're in Saint Mary's Hospital. The ambulance brought you here a few hours ago. You're not seriously injured, just a nice bump on your head and some bruised ribs. You can leave today if you choose to; the doc just wants go to over a few things beforehand. Routine, you know how it is. Now please, let me go so I can get the nurse."

I released my grip on her wrist and she got up and went into the hallway. A few minutes passed and she returned. This time she wasn't alone, a white furred tigress in a lab coat was with her. She introduced herself as Doctor Lombardi. She didn't go over what happened to me but instead focused her talk on the legal aspect.

"Mr. Rogers. I won't pry as to why you were admitted with an injury but I would recommend that you inform the police." Her tone was monotonous, trying to convey fake concern even though it was apparent she had disconnected herself from the situation.

"Thank you Doctor. But if it's all the same to you I'd like to get the discharge process started." She was quiet for a moment before handing me a clipboard.

"Just sign at the bottom and you're free to go." I did so and jumped out of the bed. However I forgot to take one thing into account, the hospital gown had become loose somehow and promptly slid off my body in front of Anne and the doctor. The doctor's jaw dropped open and Anne burst out laughing. I glared at the Shepherd and crossed my arms across my chest.

"Mr. Rogers for the love of GOD cover yourself up; people don't need to see your...instrument-" Her voice was different this time, filled with raw emotion and embarrassment.

"-Of orgasmic destruction." I couldn't resist and the doctor stormed out with a huff. Anne regained her composure while I wrapped the bed sheet around my core.

"Your clothes are at the front, so if you're ready Coy-Coy lets go." I followed her out of the room and to the main desk, ignoring the collective gasps that followed. We retrieved my clothes and checked out; the walk to her car was filled with silence but not one of anger. Anne desperately wanted to tell me how worried she was for me but knew that our relationship could never go any farther than sex and secretarial duties. The drive back was different. We were about half way to my house, radio playing as we sat in silence. We got to the house and I made to get out of the car, but as I went to unlock my seat belt. Anne clutched my paw in hers; forcing me to look in her eyes. She didn't like what I said next very much.

"Mr. Rogers? Was that the best you could come up with? That's not even close to my real name Anne." She punched me in the chest, unbuckled my seat belt and unceremoniously shoved me out of the car. "Now, now is that any way to treat someone who just got out of the hospital?" The door slammed in my face and she drove off. I got to my feet, dusted my pants off and went inside. The lock on my doors had been changed and the new key was taped to the door. I went inside and finally got a chance to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. There was a bandage covering a good chunk of my head where I was hit by the baseball bat and when I removed that (with minimal fur loss) there were six or seven stitches. Beyond that I looked fine; the wounds to my pride would heal with some Brandy and a bed. I didn't know if Anne was going to come back for the rest of the day, I had acted a bit rude towards her but it's just how I am. I knew what she wanted to say and I didn't need to get into a heated argument about the job.

I mulled over a few other thoughts as I poured half a glass of Brandy for myself. How did Jacob know I was meeting with them? How did he find out where I live? Why was my glass empty? These thoughts floated around for a bit as I sat in my living room, the TV tuned to some unimportant channel. Sleep soon came to claim me. But it was not a fitful one.

Allow me if you will, your ever present writer to push myself into the story; in order to fill you in on our hero The Coyote. For what we see right now is a scene not of calm or recovery. Let's look closer. His brow is furrowed, his fingers twitching in an erratic manner almost as if he was pulling a trigger again. Let's take a walk back in time, two years ago in some desert in a country no one cares about...

The desert wind roared around me, sand flew into my face and I entertained the thought that drowning in the sand was a real possibility; if it wasn't for all the protective gear I was wearing. The gun was heavy in my hand, an unnatural feeling for someone in my line of work as it felt so alien. There was something familiar about where I was, almost a strange sense of déjà vu.

My thoughts were broken when a large paw clapped onto my shoulder. I followed the arm up and did an immediate jaw drop. It was...it couldn't be. The Golden Retriever smiled down at me, I couldn't see it behind the face mask but I just knew who he was. Jasper was always smiling no matter where we were. He moved out in front of me, golden locks of fur flowing in the wind. I remembered everything now. This was a bad dream, a terrible memory I was being forced to relive. I tried to call out, tried to stop this atrocity from happening again. Yet, just like every other time I couldn't change a thing and Jaspers head exploded in a mess of bone and brain matter. Blood ran down what was left of his neck; staining his uniform. I could feel myself hit the ground as bullets tore the sand near me. When I got my face out of the sand I saw where Jasper fell, his lifeless body mere inches away from my muzzle. Whoever attacked us left us alone after killing Jasper. An evac chopper came in during the night and we were sent back state side.

I later learned that someone had given away our position and our patrol routes to the enemy. Our rotation was cut short for that very reason; it didn't look good when you had elite soldiers getting ambushed because of a leak in intelligence. When I read that file I got a sickening feeling in my stomach. Had Jacob Black been partially responsible for Jaspers death? What I read in the file seemed eerily similar to what had happened to me. It made sense! A smile crept across my muzzle as I slept, deep enough that I didn't hear the lock being turned at the front door. It was only when Anne pushed me off the couch and onto the floor did I actually wake up.

---------------------------------------------------Present Day------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Hey beautiful, the floors very comfy you want to join me?" She had changed her clothes; settling on a pair of worn blue jeans and a red T-shirt that gave me a very nice outline of her breasts, a pair of black sneakers with white laces covered her feet. "It's a hardwood floooor." She scoffed at me.

"Are you drunk?" I gave out a small giggle, which must have been the answer she didn't want to hear but nonetheless she laid down to the right of me and we stared at my ceiling in silence for a few minutes. "How are you feeling?" She had turned onto her side, propping herself up with an elbow.

"Booze is helpful." I turned over as well, my ribs sending out a small complaint. "Body feels a bit sore."

"Want a massage?"

"Since when did you know how to give massages?"I raised one of my eyebrows when she let out an equally girlish giggle.

"What do you think I do when you're away? Sit around all day and play with myself?"

"Do you?" I got a kick to the shin for my curiosity.

"No dumbass. I take classes for a variety of things, amongst them is massage techniques. C'mon, I could use the practice." She stood up and held her paw out for me to grab.

"Alright, but if you fuck me up anymore than I already am your fired." I grabbed her paw and got to my feet and we walked to my bedroom paws still linked together.

"Ok cowboy, lose the shirt."

"Just my shirt comes off? I figured you'd take the opportunity to see me naked." I started to undo my button down shirt, as I spoke.

"Oh please nothing that I haven't seen before."

"Ouch...my pride, it has been injured." I removed the shirt and tossed it onto the floor. Deciding against it I bent over and threw it into the nearby hamper. When I turned around Anne had closed the distance between us. She ran a paw through my chest, fingers tracing the scars that covered it.

"I forget how many there are..." She traced a few more with her finger, sending shivers up my spine. "Go and lie on your stomach." I did so and felt her straddle my butt.

"I think you're enjoying that a little too much." She giggled and began to knead my shoulders. I'll admit she wasn't half bad, a few pinches here and there but I could feel my body begin to relax. I thought she would move lower but I felt a weight on my back. I felt her breasts pressing into my shoulders and I knew she was laying on me. Silence followed for what seemed like an eternity.

"Don't go...Please." She laid her head on my shoulder, her breath hot against my ear.

"This is new, when did you grow a conscious?"

"This time it's different Coyote! They found out where you live; they beat you for god's sake!"

"Just makes it a bit more personal. In more ways than you know my dear." She hit me in the shoulder but pulled the punch at the last moment. Her voice sounding ragged, like she was holding something back.

"God damn it, this is about Jasper again isn't it? You think that Jacob Black had something to do with what happened to your squad all those years ago!" Whatever she was hiding was covered up in pure rage. "I know what you're thinking; I read the file and the report made by you and the rest of your squad about the ambush. Yes the MO does match up but that could just be a coincidence! You're just too caught up in this ONE possibility."

"It's more than I've had for the last two years. " She punched me again and for good reason. I was talking in my business tone, an emotionally devoid voice. "Most of the guys are gone. Suicide or bombs held together by duct tape blowing up underneath their million dollar HUMVEES. Jasper's death has haunted me in ways that would make your blood go cold and turn you religious. It shouldn't have happened; Jasper should be home with his wife! Not laying in a ditch in Arlington. Jacob Black gives me an opportunity; he's the only lead I got and I'm going to pursue him to the ends of the Earth if I have too.

"Don't you have any concern for yourself? You could die! You've had enough close calls in the past! Your number is coming up and you know it."

"If you don't like the business then you can quit." She hit me again, but this time she didn't pull her punch.

"This isn't about the god damn business! This is about your fucking life!" She sunk her muzzle into my shoulder speaking in barely a whisper. "I don't want to lose you..." She got off my back finally, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, quite a distance away when I think about it. Her shoulders sagging and drawing up again with each ragged breath. "I love you too much to let you do this. But I know you and you have your heart and mind set on this. Whether it has to do with Jasper or just the money I don't care. I refuse to let myself stay here in Cristo while you're getting shot at in a foreign country. Not knowing when I'll get the next email or SAT call. Staying awake until the light of dawn, my mind drawing millions of ideas about how you could die or that you died and I'm just waiting for the call. I'm going to leave, not just this house but this city... this goddamn city!" She punched the comforter, her fist buried into the sheet. I could only stare at her back in silence, counting the threads in her shirt as I waited for her to continue. "I know I've never spoken my mind like this when you've taken other jobs but something doesn't seem right about this one and the recent event only seems to spur me on. I quit; just like that." She snapped her fingers together. "The money I got from the old jobs is enough to keep me a happy girl until I die." She got up and headed towards the bedroom door when I instantly found myself behind her, my arms finding their way to her chest wrapping, pulling her body against mine.

"I'll make you a deal...Rika." She gasped and I felt her start to struggle against me desperate to break my hold on her. "Yes I know your real name, you didn't hide it very well and a few well placed calls to Witness Protection...well I probably shouldn't impersonate someone from the FBI again." Her struggles grew more powerful and I felt my grip on her begin to loosen. "Robert is dead Rika." She froze, going as stiff as a corpse in my arms. "I made a stop on my way back from Bosnia to...chat with him. Cocaine is a hell of a drug. Not a good idea to take too much into your system, fatal results." An eternity of silence followed, broken only when she spoke the obvious question.

"Why?"

"I did it for two reasons: Robert was scum and had no place in this world and...I had a feeling something like this would happen one day. I wanted to make sure that if you did leave, you wouldn't have to live in fear. Instead of living as Anne Sherman you could live as Rika Walker. Call it a parting gift, if you decide to stick by your decision here." She turned in my arms, her face inches from mine blue eyes meeting brown. She didn't speak, instead choosing to run her right hand against my cheek before pushing her lips against mine. The kiss was brief and innocent, like two high school kids kissing for the first time after a date.

"I..." My finger touched her lips and she went silent.

"Not another word." I swept her off her feet, carrying her back to the bed. Tossing her onto the bed I pounced on her, mashing my lips against hers. This kiss was a far cry from what happened only a few seconds ago. My hands roamed over her clothed body, cupping her supple breasts through the fabric. She moaned into my mouth, which gave me a grand opportunity to slip my canine tongue into her mouth and a battle for control which in the end I let her win. She ran her tongue against my teeth, tracing each tooth. We came up for air; she got off the bed and stripped in front of me. It wasn't a dance but a slow, teasing removal of clothes. I was already shirtless and my jeans soon found their way to the floor followed by my boxers. We didn't waste time with foreplay, she was dripping wet already and the look on her face when my boxers bunched up at my ankles could only be described as pure lust.

With a growl she leapt at me, pushing me down onto the bed. She wasted no time in impaling herself on my shaft. With a satisfied yelp she brought herself down so my fur mixed with hers.

"Feeling better?"

"Just shut up and fuck me." I did as the lady commanded and started bucking and with each thrust of my hips I was rewarded with a small yelp. It didn't take long for her to cum; no credit of course is given to my amazing bed skills.

"Oh. My. God!" Her words came broken; forced as she shuddered with her first orgasm. When she came her juices flooded out onto my crotch and flowing down to stain the sheets below me. Her walls tightened down on my shaft trying to milk my seed. I slowed down so she could catch her breath and I could keep myself cumming right then and there. Then she did the unexpected and climbed off of me to lie on her back next to me, leaving my wolfhood standing erect in the cold air.

"What about me?"

"You don't get to cum. You were a jerk." She turned onto her side away from me, her delicious rump torturing me every time she moved. I knew she was teasing me and she knew it drove me insane. I was in no mood for her teasing and I did something about it, the bed was big enough that when I pushed Rika onto her stomach and pushed my superior body weight on top of her.

"Hey! What the...oh..." Her protest was caught off when I pushed my shaft back into her heat. I sank into her until my pelvis was pressing against her rump.

"Don't tease me like that...bad things tend to happen." I lifted my hips into the air until only the head of my shaft was in her, then I hilted in her again. What started out as a slow, tender rhythm soon turned into an animalistic pounding. I nipped my way up her spine, hair standing up as I did until my teeth sank into her neck. Enough to send her over the edge again but not enough to draw blood, I felt her tremble below me and it was finally enough for my own orgasm and I pulled out at the last second and coated her ass with my sticky seed.

She was not pleased with that.

"God damn it Coyote! Do you know how long it takes for me to get that out of my fur?"

I paid her no mind and instead rolled over to my side of the bed. Surprisingly she made no effort to get up and clean my spunk out of her fur. I didn't ask her about it instead she curled up in the crook of my arm and fell asleep. I followed suit soon enough.

I didn't dream.

----------------------------------------------------------The Next Morning--------------------------------------------------------

He wasn't there when I woke up to the sun shining though his bedroom window. He wasn't in the house at all, but there was a note in the kitchen:

Rika,

Went out for a few hours. Make yourself at home, eat something, have a drink and don't go in my third drawer in the bedroom. I hide my porn there (nothing there.)

With love,

Coy

After reading the note I decided to take a shower and clean that mutt's cum out of my fur before I was forced to cut it off. As the water cascaded down my body I took some time to muse over what had happened the night before. Not the sex that was the farthest thing from my mind. But the fact that a secret I had guarded (or thought I had) so well had been discovered and just cast into the open as casually as a "hello" and when he said my real name I feared the worst from him. If I learned one thing early on when I worked with The Coyote was that he hated being lied too. During one of the first jobs I ever did with The Coyote the client had screwed him over and the end result was a bullet through the head. Those blood stains never came out of the shirt and he forced me to burn it in the oven. But I don't know if he understood...or maybe he did. That the tears I shed for the shirt wasn't because I was sad to see it burn, it was the last thing I had from Robert before I left. He had given it to me as a gift during our first date.

Robert...there was a name that used to send shivers down my spine and make me turn the lights on before I went to sleep. But it wasn't always like that; he was my boyfriend...my fiancé. A beautiful lion from what I thought was superior breeding. We met in high school and it felt like something out of a fairy tale. Love at first sight and years of bliss afterwards, that was until I learned my husband to be had one or two...or hundreds of connections to the criminal underworld that populated my hometown of Briston. But I, like many women with men in the syndicates, didn't care to ask where that expensive dress came from or how we're able to afford lobster on minimum wage. I just went with it until that day. The day my eyes were opened and my world turned upside down.

Now I never figured out what Robert's job was exactly within The Family, but what I saw that day was bad enough. I had decided to go out shopping with a few girlfriends of mine. About half way through our spree one of them spotted Robert in an alleyway with someone, as I got closer to yell out a hello I got a shock to the system that could only be compared to the one Coyote gave me when he spoke my real name. There was a wolf on his knees paws clasped together in front of him, tears streaming down his face as Robert placed the pistol between his eyes and pulled the trigger. But what should have been a deafening explosion was silenced as the wolf's brains painted the wall. I never saw my friends after I ran past them and into my car. The body was discovered hours later, but the police had no leads on the killer but they did learn the name of the victim, or so the news reported. Marcus Greenfield, a good citizen and father of two.

I called the Police, but Robert was faster. He kicked the door to our apartment in and found me cowering in the bathroom, plunger in paw in a futile attempt to defend myself.

"Robert! What the hell do you think you're doing?" He punched me in the mouth and kneed me in the stomach, the plunger flying out of my paws and into the tub. I fell to my knees and looked up at this monster.

"How much did you see? TELL ME YOU FUCKING CUNT!"

"See what Robert? Why are you doing this?" I started to sob and he silenced me with a backhand.

"Don't lie to me! I saw you running to your car on the Boardwalk!" I saw him reach back into his workman's jeans and he withdrew the same pistol that only hours ago had ended the life of a father. He put it against my forehead. "I'm going to count to three, and if you tell me everything I will let you live and we can just disappear. But if you keep your mouth shut I will end you faster than I did that wolf in the alley.

"One." He pressed the barrel harder against my forehead.

"Two..." His finger curled around the trigger.

"Thr-"

"Briston police, Robert Pendleton come out of the bathroom and put the gun down!" I looked between his legs and saw three blue uniforms in our bedroom, guns pointed at his back.

"Get up." He whispered to me and I complied and in a fluid movement wrapped his arm around my neck and twisted me towards the police. "Don't try anything you hear me cop? I will shoot this bitch if you do." The police backed off slowly, guns still trained on Robert. I feared he would drag me out of the house and kill me somewhere else, but he had different plans. My neck was released from his death grip and he put his footpaw against my back and kicked me into the cops. We all fell to the floor and he jumped out the window. I don't know what happened next; I blacked out and woke up in the hospital. What I was told afterwards is that Robert was quickly apprehended after evading the police for only a few minutes.

In return for immunity and Witness Protection I would have to testify against my fiancé. I didn't even take the few minutes the officers allowed me to decide. I would do it and I did. But if this experience taught me anything it was that life can turn from bad to fucking to worse. My testimony was vital to the conviction of Robert Pendleton but somehow he was able to escape his fate. I guess two juror bombings and talks of the judge being linked to crime syndicates doesn't work the same way it does in movies. Robert got off of his charges and disappeared. People were scared, the police were scared and before I knew what was happening I was being whisked away to a new town and a new life.

Santa Cristo...and "The Coyote".

I didn't know much about him; he looked young for someone who had been to hell and back in just twenty-seven years. He wasn't just a Coyote that much he told me. His father was a wolf and his mother a coyote. Which he told me made him a rare breed of Coywolf. Other than that the wolf was an enigma, cold at one point and a ball of laughter the next. Yet something attracts me to him, only now do I become acutely aware of it. Before it was just meaningless sex, which started with a sleepless night when he took me with him on business and a casual question that boiled down to "Do you want to jump my bones?" But hearing those words come out of my mouth was a shock. Did I...how could I love someone who did the same thing Robert did but got paid handsomely for it? Was it that when compared to Robert's ways of murdering innocents Coyote was just killing terrorists or warlords? Maybe...I didn't have any more time to ponder for two reasons: The hot water had run out and I heard my name being called from the kitchen. Springing from the shower I grabbed the nearest towel and opened the door to yell back at him.

"I'm in the shower! Give me a minute!" I closed the door and locked it to prevent any prying eyes from seeing me in the fur. Which didn't work out as well as I thought, not a minute after I turned away from the door did it swing open as if I never locked it. He stood there with a stupid grin on his face and a credit card in his paw. "YOU FUCKING PERVERT!" I started chucking whatever I could get my paws on at him and of course the bastard dodged them easily. With each item I threw at him that stupid grin got closer until I could feel his breath tickling my fur, his arms landing on the counter effectively pinning me between him and the granite. I thought he was going to lift me up and take me right here on the counter(not that I would have minded), instead the grin transformed into this insanely sweet smile and he gave me a peck on the lips before telling me breakfast was ready. He then strolled out of the bathroom and practically skipped down the hall. I took a minute to compose myself and come down from that odd display; it was only then that I realized that in my haze the son of a bitch had taken my clothes!

"COYOTE!" My response was a girlish giggle that would have driven any other girl insane, but not me. I loved him.

Oh how I love him.