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I hope you guys like this story. I love it. Well, for those who want the yiff parts, I put it not far from the beginning. Anyway, I'd like to hear feed back. Even if it's a "bad" or "good" would like to hear your voices guys.

Souls Saver

Mortimer, a young lion was Just standing there. He was silent. His face sad. Just a few feet away was his mother, laying on a casket. It was her funeral. His father and the two siblings were standing behind him, all bidding a silent good bye.

There were not many people on the church. Just a few friends of the family. Mortimer stayed there when the other ones moved, going to take their seats. He couldn't go. Not yet. Something on his gut told him that. Then he hear, like a whisper.

"Morty?" it was his mother's voice. But her eyes were closed. Her lips didn't moved. Shed was dead. Yet, he didn't got scared.

"yes?"

"It's ok, Morty" the voice said

"Ok, mommy" he whispered back, leaning forward and kissing her back.

He ran timidly to the empty space next to his brother as the priest stepped forward and started his speech. The young lion had a faint smile on his face.

"She forgave me" he said to his sister, the oldest of the three. Mortimer was the youngster. His mane hadn't even started to grown yet.

"What? Who are you talking about?" asked her, paying attention to the priest, staring him with a disgusted face.

"Mom... she forgave me for not being able to help her. And she said it was ok."

"You have a vivid imagination" said his sister staring at him with a sad look. "but mom was murdered, in front of you. What part of that is ok?"

Morty lowered his ears and stared the coffin. He was sure he had hear his mom's voice, regardless what his sister might have said. She bit her lower lip, saying something about the priest saying full of crap as he continued his speech.

"I just wish..." started the young lion.

"You just wish what?" asked his sister. Their brother, the middle son wasn't saying anything, but paying attention nonetheless.

"I wish I could come back that day and help her."

"You can't. None of us can." His sisters said as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Ten years later, Mortimer was running down the fire escape ladder, holding a graduation suit on his right paw. There was no fire. He was just late and the elevator wasn't working again. As he got to the ground he started to run at full speed.

It was his graduation day and he had slept over the time. The embarrassing part was that his name was being called by the third time when he got there. He didn't got the chance to put the clothes on, or get in line with his other classmates, so he just placed the hat on his head and marched through the lines of chair, under applauses and some whistles.

As he got his certificate e bowed to the crowd, he turned to the numbered seats he had saved for his family. They were empty. Well, he wouldn't stay there, so he managed to flash a smile and walked away.

Later that night, at the pub with his friend he laughed and said: "I´ve got a drinking game. It is called you graduate from college and your family doesn't show up." Then he raised his glass with a portion of vodka and drank in a sip.

Mortimer wasn't very tall. About 1,84 meters tall. His wane was long because he wouldn't cut it, so in some occasions, like that one he would just wear a ponytail. It was Sunday night. The night of the day he graduated. A cheetah called Veronica and a hunky bull named Joshua, his best friends, were there too.

The bull chuckled at the comment, adding that it would be on next Dr. Phill's. "But, considering you two might get easy with some alcohol, let me grab those and ask the bartender to pour some more" he added before walking away with the empty glasses.

Veronica waited for him to walk away before laughing and saying that the bull had a cute butt. Mortimer grinned before agreeing with the comment. Then the smile of his friend lowered its intensity and she grabbed his paw.

"I'm sorry, Morty. I know they miss all the things related to you. But it..."

"was to be expected" he finished the line with a tired smile. "Harry probably met a girl. Meredith probably met a client. And my father..."

"no knowledge of the children of his first marriage." She said.

Mortimer raises one of his eyebrow but then laughed. He might had said something else, but at that time the big bull was back with more drinks. Veronica and Mortimer were not too far from each other, so the bull came stretching his arms, like hugging both furs as placed the drink in front of them.

"Gee, thanks, Big J, but I think I might be going home for tonight."

"What? But you just arrived here." He protested

"Internships start tomorrow at the hospital. I think I'll make a best first impression if I show up without a hangover." Said the lion, starting to put his leather jacket on.

Veronica flashed a malicious smile and discretely pointed to a tall Moose that walked into the pub followed closely by some other guys he was talking to.

"What is up with him?" asked Joshua, not understanding the joke.

"Our friend keeps saying that I have a thing for Professor Evans. That Moose. But I told her: professors aren't exactly my type."

"So who would be your type?" asked the bull, walking a step closer of the lion and grinning"

"I had just a glass of vodka. No it isn't you either tonight. So, good night guys. And, Congratulations we made it."

A few minutes later, he was outside, waiting for a taxi when he felt someone patting his shoulder. It was professor Evans. He smiled at the lion and then said:

"Hello, strange, do you want to share a run on the next cab?"

Evans raised himself on one arm, so he could look at Mortimer's face, leaving the other arm around the lion. Smiling down at him. For a moment the two only looked each other, their naked bodies touching. The muscular Moose enjoying the feeling of the feline purring, vibrating his body against him. Then Evans lowered his lips to Mortimer's. For a moment their lips touched just barely, brushing against each other as gently as butterfly wings. Then Mortimer reached his arm around and gently pushed his hand against Evans's head, pushing their lips together sealing the space between them and locking their snout together as he tilted his head.

Evans moaned between kisses. He felt heat building up in his manhood and balls. They needed to speak in a shared voice of moans. Mortimer parted his lips and extended his raspy tongue, wrapping around Evans'. The Moose loved the rough texture. He wanted to explore deeper, he could not seem to get deep enough, could not get close enough. Without warning Evans lifted Mortimer off the mattress, cinching his arm tight around Mortimer's waist, then he lowered them both to the mattress and slid his other arm through the hollow of Mortimer's neck, pulling him in even more. The sudden movement, combined with Evans pushing his tongue as deep as he could, elicited a moan from deep within Mortimer's throat

Evans rolled on his back without breaking contact, pulling Mortimer on top of himself. Mortimer gave another startled moan. Evans ran his hands over Mortimer's lean torso almost hard enough to bruise the skin under the fur.

Mortimer, grinned, nibbling the Moose's lower lip and guiding one of the hands down to his own ass cheeks, raising his tail. Mortimer began to whine with pleasure. Evans felt the lion's sheath swell a bit more against his belly an the reddish tip poked out. His own hard cock was presses under the feline's perineum, felling his furry sack being grinded against his cock base.

Mortimer finally broke off from kissing Evans, gently but firmly. Pulling the paw on his torso off. Evans was reluctant to let go, but in the end Mortimer won over.

Mortimer sat up and turned around to face Evans. He looked admiringly and hungrily down at the Moose laid out before him. This was the muscular Moose that would make a lot of furs sighs and have wet dreams.

Evans' pecks were two giant mounds, almost globes, and topped with a perfect brown nipple each, which were hard and erect at this moment. One of those with a piercing. His arms were like the branches of an ancient oak tree, ribbed and gnarled with cords of muscle laying beneath the skin, powerful and tireless. If Evans's arms were branches then his legs were the trunks, each one of them almost as thick as Mortimer's shoulders. Evans's torso was all bumps and ridges, and Mortimer remembered the rides. And all across Evans's body veins stood out in bold relief, running down his arms and up his legs, running across his chest and up his neck. All this was lightly speckled with a fine sandy fur. His antler were big, but that was kind of sexy.

Mortimer lowered himself down so that he was on his hands and knees, his chin hovering over Evan's belly, le licked the fur around the belly button with his raspy tongue, making a slow trip further lower, making the Moose moan with the tons of kisses he was shored with. He breathed against the sensitive member, licking it and then insinuating his torso up the line of Evans's body, keeping his chest and stomach in contact with Evans as he worked his way up. He ended with the two of them face to face and with Mortimer straddling Evans's stomach, his own barbed manhood hard and firm against the dips and curves of Evans's abdomen, the checks at the swell of Mortimer's legs spread tantalizingly just a few inches above Evans's rigid sex, and the lion used the tip of his tail to tease the Moose's sack.

Evans ran his hands up and down the length of Mortimer's back, cupping the swell of the lion's legs, pinching them, kneading the flesh of his lower back, massaging his neck and shoulders and arms. Mortimer kissed Evans passionately, devouring Evans as Evans had devoured him only a few moments ago.

Evans ran his hands through the fine locks of Mortimer's mane, wrapping it around his fingers. Suddenly the muscular Moose yanked back on Evans's mane, bringing a small grunt of pain from him, who involuntarily dug his claws into Evans' back, not that that was a problem with Moose by now. He even liked that

Mortimer proceeded to lick Evans's neck, sucking at the lump in

his throat and biting gently while maintaining his claws on the Moose's back. He started to dig his nails into Mortimer's back, scratching not exactly lightly up and down the length of it, electing moans from the Moose and purring at the warm feeling of pre being spewed against his rump.

After a few moments he raised his upper half, looking back down at Evans, giving him a wicked grin. Evans looked up at Mortimer with heat in his gaze, the world seemed to have pulled away, leaving just the two of them. No problems or family that didn't showed up.

Mortimer lowered himself back down but did not go back to kissing the professor. Instead, he licked slowly and sensuously down the line of Evans's neck continuing down farther. He licked the cleft between Evans's pecks, the valley between two peaks where sweat was now collecting. He licked slowly to his left up Evans's right peck, biting and kissing, up to where the peck peaked at Evans's nipple. Mortimer licked long slow circles around the nipple, teasing it and blowing on it. Evans was lost in the sheer sensation of it all, his head thrown back, his eyes closed in sweet bliss, his lips parted, his breaths coming quicker and shorter. Mortimer finally licked the length of his tongue against the nipple, feeling it harden even more. Evans let out a long sigh at the raspy tongue

There was a flavor to Evans's fur that Mortimer enjoyed as much as the strong masculine musk raising from his lover and filling his nostrils. Mortimer finished with Evans' right nipple and proceeded over to the left, repeating the process and playing with the piercing using his tongue. Evans' breathing was in a frenzy. As the lion finished with the left nipple he licked his way farther to Evans' left, lifting the arm out of the way. Mortimer licked and bit the armpit, wrapping his tongue around the hair and biting the vein just below the surface.

Evans was going insane; the lion was going to turn him into a lunatic if this kept on. His body felt on fire, his mind couldn't focus and his member, oh gods, how his spear ached. The lion would push back against it, squeezing the shaft as he contracted his gluteus, letting the cock head paint his entrance with precum. The Moose was at his mercy and he was an experienced torturer.

Mortimer sensed that Evans was blind with lust; that he couldn't think beyond what was going on. So the lion made his way back to the middle of Evans's chest, then proceeding farther down, licking in the valleys and sucking on the crests of Evans's stomach, taking a moment to fully explore bellybutton. By this point Evans did not know which way was up and which way was down. One hand still lay tangled in Mortimer's mane while the other went to his own nipples, pinching them as Mortimer had bitten them earlier.

Mortimer stopped with his lips a few centimeters of Evans' hard member, pulsing with the Moose's heart beats. long as Mortimer's forearm and nearly as thick as his wrist, the foreskin partially pulled back from the engorged head; just below hung tow walnut sized balls in a leather sack that hung almost to the mattress. Mortimer took a few moments to visually enjoy the look of Evans's manhood. Without further hesitation Mortimer he grabbed it, squeezing it between his finger pads and staring at the amber eyes of the Moose with his own deep green eyes.

Mortimer began by blowing on Evans's manhood and the balls below. Then he licked it ever so slightly with the rough tip on his tongue. Evans let out a helpless sigh; he came to the conclusion that he was in trouble. Mortimer started to make broader strokes with his tongue working his way down to the base. Then he started to lick the walnut sized balls. He started to suck on each ball individually, taking each one in turn. Evans was grunting out loud now, moaning and gasping at the lion's ministrations.

After a while Mortimer figured it was time to move to the next step, leaving the nuts and moving to back to the now aching shaft. He placed one hand at the base getting another moan from Evans. Mortimer started to lick the partially exposed head of Evans's manhood. The head was now marinated in a combination of sweat and juice leaking from the slit. It was intoxicating, salty and bittersweet. Evans was starting to make helpless noises. Mortimer slid his tongue under the foreskin, rewarding himself with more of Evans's juice, running his tongue around the head under the skin. Evans tried to control his breathing, tried to regain some control, it was a futile effort against such exploratory raspy tongue.

Mortimer took the head in his muzzle sucking on it, pulling the

foreskin back with one hand while the other was still wrapped around the base. He worked the on the head like he worked on the nipple, sucking and ever so gently grazing with his teeth. Mortimer began working his way down the shaft, working the rigid spear with his lips and tongue, lubricating it with his saliva centimeter by delicious centimeter. About one third of the way down, the lion felt the head pressing at the back of his throat. He sighed and relaxed his throat, then he took even more of the shaft, he couldn't help now weather or not it grazed it teeth, he couldn't open his mouth any wider. Evans was lost, he was someplace warm and wet and soft, and the rest of the universe didn't mattered anymore. His body burned, his nuts ached and his shaft was lost.

Mortimer continued down till he met his hand and that was all he could take. He felt himself almost gag, which told him a lot. That particular reflex had been mastered for some time now. He massaged the head by working his throat, massaged the smooth underside with its hollow area where seed and piss came out with his tongue. The smell and taste were intoxicating. Mortimer began to slide his muzzle off, stopped midway and started back down till his lips met his fingers, then started to repeat the process, picking up speed.

Evans's head was thrown back, his chest was heaving, every muscle in his body wanted to simultaneously flex and relax at the same time. His hips started thrusting unconsciously, he groaned and grunted and gasped as the lion worked up and down his humongous cock. He felt his nuts filling up, felt them draw up close to the base of his moosehood. He could feel his balls churning, as if ready to boil over.

Abruptly Mortimer stopped. The shaft slid out of his mouth and he pulled away from Evans. Mortimer could tell that Evans was close, so very close, but he wanted something more than just that. Evans panted heavily as the lion rolled over, stretching his arm to the nightstand and reaching for a bottle of lube from the drawer.

Mortimer picked the bottle up and squeezing it, taking a large amount of the lube on his paw, handling the bottle to the Moose. Evans was recovering a little, his head still spun, but he had enough presence of mind to spread the lube over two of his fingers. The lion started to rub his paw on the Moose's cock, lubing it, making Evan moan as the lube produced a warm feeling. Mortimer was moaning too, eyes closed as he was fingered by the Moose.

Evan massaged the inner walls of the lion, smearing a layed of lube mixed with his loads of precum that soaked the fur of the lion's rump, making it sticky. Finally he considered himself and the Moose lubed up sufficiently, then Mortimer stood up and put a foot on either side of Evans's hips. He had to spread his legs a considerable distance to do this but he had always been flexible being a feline. He lowered himself down till the head of Evans's member was pressing against his puckered tailhole. He took a moment to enjoy the feel of Evans's shaft pushing against him before, ever so slowly, relaxing his muscular ring and let gravity do the rest.

There was pain. But this was a big shaft. No matter how many time he would take it, he always felt like it would split him open right up the middle. Mortimer let out his breath in a hiss. This was always the hardest part, pushing the head past that ring of muscles. The lube helped. Mortimer made himself relax against that initial stab of pain, and finally made the push past. Mortimer felt his body relax willingly now, and he slid lower on Evans's shaft. The Moose beneath him was a monster in every way.

The pain was nearly unbearable; Mortimer could hardly breath around it. Slowly, steadily, Mortimer finally had the whole length tightly held inside him. The pain was less now, it was more of a dull ache instead of a sharp stabbing. He took a moment to catch his breath and let his body further relax. Mortimer looked down at Evans. The Moose's head was thrown back, his eyes closed, lids fluttering, his lips parted, tongue hanging outside and his breath coming in rasps.

Evans knew that he could not get any farther inside Mortimer, but that didn't stop his wanting to. Evans started to push up with his hips; the sensation of moving his shaft inside Mortimer was like heaven. Something even better when he felt the base of the lion's tail brushing against his sack.

The sudden but tentative motion upward brought an unexpected gasp from Mortimer. Just at that moment he reached the point where pain turned into pleasure. The movement sent ripples through Mortimer's body, waves rising up from his guts, making his back fur and part of his mane to bristle. He started sliding up and down the thick shaft, matching his movements to Evans's hesitant thrusting.

Evans started to growl. A guttural sound starting in his chest and working its way up his throat. He started running his hands up Mortimer's body, caressing Mortimer's thighs and hips, running his hands up Mortimer's torso. Evans came to Mortimer's own budding manhood, not nearly the monster that Evans was equipped with but far from small, and started to work the shaft back and forth, mimicking the movement that Mortimer had done to him earlier, making the lion to moan as he rubbed his finger ending in hooves like nails against the barbs, making them to curl up.

Mortimer had his head back, his eyes closed, his breath coming in ragged gasps in between load moans of pleasure that were almost shouts. Evans's thrusts were coming progressively faster. In and out, in and out. Again, and again, and again, and... there. Evans's manhood hit the pleasure point inside Mortimer's body. A cry, nearly a roar, tore its way from Mortimer's throat.

The sudden sound surprised Evans, but his rhythm never faltered. There was no thinking, reasoning, logical part of his brain functioning at this moment. All that mattered, all that existed right now was his hardness lodged inside Mortimer.

Then something changed. Mortimer's moans and breathing started

coming faster, started being more desperate. Evans could feel something building inside the two walnut sized globes at the base of his shaft. He was close to that moment. His climax was about to explode out of him.

Mortimer couldn't take it anymore. The combination of Evans plunging his throbbing huge cock against that pleasure spot and stroking Mortimer's own shaft was going to bring him. He could feel his own orgasm building. Mortimer threw back his head, arching his back in a way only felines can do, pinched his own nipples and let a guttural roar that had nothing to do with pain tear its way from his throat. His entire body convulsed with the force of his climax.

Evans moaned loud as Mortimer's hole begun flexing around the entire length of his shaft. He felt his climax being triggered. Holding the lion by his hips, bringing him down, burying himself till the roots on Mortimer, the crashing wave of Moose's seeds burst thro his cock, flooding the lions insides.

They panted for a time like seemed eternity. Not moving. Talking. Just breathing. Then the lion collapsed on top of Evans, Purring and licking the huge muscular chest. Evans murred, feeling hazy with the afterglow, he rolled onto his side, wrapping an arm around the lion an resting his snout on top of the feline's head, nibbling his ear tip.

"Good night, hon."

"Good night, sweet" Replied Mortimer, nuzzling the huge pectral and hugging the Moose's torso.

The next morning, Morty frowned as the alarm clock started to ring. Without opening his eyes, he tried to reach it to turn it off. But, in the process, he ended up knocking down a portrait in his nightstand.

He was staring the mess of broken glass over the carpet when the sound of the couple of the upper floor making sex came to his ears. He smiled as he heard them moaning and the bed jarring as they mated.

"Unbelievable' he said, while stretching his arms.

"Congratulations" came the voice of the Moose from the open door of the bathroom. Soon he walked out of there, wrapped only in a towel, showing off the muscular body he had and Morty started to get a bit stiff again. "yesterday was Sunday, and you were on ethic violation. But, today, you are graduated" he continued, sitting on the couch and kissing the lion tenderly "I meant what I said, hon. Once you graduated we could go public."

"I'm sure the Dean will be happy to hear that." Replied the lion with a mocking tone, stroking the Moose's cheek with his thumb.

"Oh, well, the Dean's opinion no longer matters. In fact, I'm gonna see him tonight, at the faculty banquet. Maybe it is time I told him about you"

"What are you going to say" asked the lion, more focused on running a finger over the Moose's chest.

"Not a single word. I'll just show him those pictures I have in my cell phone. Now stop provoking me, or I'll get late for the morning classes" He said, leaping out of the bed as he felt the eager touch of his lover over his crotch.

Mortimer smiles, watching as the Moose tossed the towel off, enjoying his naked frame and then rolling out of the bed when his mate got into the bathroom going to change into something more appropriate for work. There was some silly report going on the television. Something about a raccoon convinced that her husband was an alien. The phone rang.

"Hey, Mortimer, this is your favorite brother. I'm in a bit of a situation over here."

"What is it this time, Harrison?" asked the lion, walking with the phone held between his eat and shoulder. "Please, don't tell me you've been playing cards all night" "No, not all night.. just since 2. Look, whatever you have would help, a grand, a couple of hundreds even. Just a loan. I'm telling you Morty, I'm on a streak today."

"If you're on a streak, why do you need to borrow money? You know I don't have that kind of cash. Look I have to get to the hospital but I'll see you tonight, right?" The lion was just on his underwear so he started to walk around the room, catching some clothes to put on after a shower

"Oh yeah.. yeah. Right, sure. Anyway, I'll go Plan B on this one. Well, I should have started there anyways. And, Morty, I hope it was nice yesterday. Look, I would've been there if I could..."

" I know Harry. I know." Sighed Mortimer

" See ya Morty"

Almost an hour later, Mortimer was at the hospital clinic, talking to a doctor and receiving bad new.

"You lost your funding? But my internship. What happens now?" the lion asked, following the alligator that was too busy reading something on a chart.

The scalie was trying to avoid the lion. After all, her had promised that internship to him a while ago. "I'm sorry Mortimer... really. I know, I know, you were counting on this job for cash and credibility for med school." Then he remembered something and smiled. "There's this other job I heard about.. but don't get excited, it might not be the exact right fit. You're a track star right? Well, why don't you run down.." he switched pages until he found a blank one on his chart, writing an address there. "See this guy as soon as you can. Tell him I sent you."

Mortimer sighed and grabbed the piece of paper the alligator was offering him. It wasn't that far. When he raised his eyes, the doctor was already half away the room. "It... It's a good job?" he managed to ask while stammering.

"Trust me, people would die for it." The alligator yelled, disappearing into a door that lead to the surgery wing of the hospital.

Mortimer growled a bit when he finally arrived at the place. It had a good stricter, everything in order; but, in the front door was written 'City Morgue'

The guy that ran that place was a hunky zebra with a tired look on his face. His room wasn't that big, but had space for a nice desk, a few filing cabinets and a small TV. Two Three of the four walls were made of glass so it was possible to watched the bodies as they arrived from there.

"Ever been into a morgue before?" Asked the zebra, reading the resume that the lion had handed him.

"Just once, when I was 12." Answered Mortimer, flowing the two employees that passed by the other side of the glass window, pulling a hospital litter. He could see the volume underneath the white sheets, they were transporting a dead body.

"That sounds like a story." Said Dave, the zebra, snapping Morty back to reality "Are you really interest in working here, cuz I'll be honest...Um, most of the guys as pretty as you that come here, well their, dead." Then he gave a freaky laugh.

"I'll be applying to medical school in the fall and my advisor thought it might be a good idea."

Mortimer felt a bit uncomfortable when he looked back at the stripped equine. Dave was staring him weirdly. Ok, the lion wasn't really dresses as most fur would for an internship interview. He was wearing leather pants and boots; his mane was loose, a and was a bit long; we was also wearing a band shirt of The Killers. After all, his internship should have been granted at the hospital, so he wasn't expecting to get a job interview that day.

"What?" he risked, guessing the zebra would say he wasn't fit an ask him to leave.

"Do you have a girlfriend? Or, maybe a boyfriend?" that threw the lion out of balance.

"Sorry. Taken. Boyfriend."

"That is a shame. Well, walk with me and let me give you instruction for your new job"

"Well, the opening is for forensic attendant. Who retrieves the body, weights it, measures it, attack the toes with a tag, charge the vitals and collects the standards." Said the zebra as they walked into the autopsy room.

It was a refrigerated room, and Morty made a mental note to come back with a coat or something warmer next time. There're some exam tables. Next to one of the walls were a few movable units full of drawer filled with medical equipment, so they could be moved to the table that was being use at the time.

"Standards?" repeated the lion, staring at the bodies there, a dead bat being exanimate by one guy wearing a scrub

"Cut hair, pubic hair, nail clippings, and then they prepare the body for storage. It's call a crypt. Where every unnatural death in the city comes to rest. Waiting for an autopsy."

The crypt was the place where the body were stored. The walls were made of metal and with drawer. each one with a label. There was a Moose on the inner part of the door.

"You said, unnatural death?"

"Most of them, because if there's even a hint, that a death might be unnatural; murders, suicide, they come here."

"So every crypt..."

"Has a body. That's right." Dave finished, sighing and placing one of his paws over the metallic door of one of the crypts. "Could you imagine the pain of losing someone before their time? Bottom line, most of these people, shouldn't be dead yet. Go ahead, you can open one." He said with a smile.

The lion walked closer and took a deep breath, starting to open one the crypts, but he closed it quickly after seeing the head of a wolf that was laying there.

Dave wasn't at his side when looked again. He hear his voice coming from the corridor. "Ineed you to start tonight. The graveyard shift."

Mortimer and Meredith were sharing a table at the restaurant at dinner time.

"And you're going to take it?" the lioness asked, while checking her make up and running her fingers trying to comb her long hair.

"I just told you I was. I mean, if it looks good to medical school, who would say no?" he said Shrugging.

Meredith was paying attention to her own reflex on the mirror, and then she sighed "Look at me, if I don't get some sleep soon, I'll have bags under my bags"

"You haven't been sleeping again?"

"Look, lets not play this game tonight okay? I feel good. Hey Morty, remember it didn't take the anniversary over her death to get the 3 of us together?" She said with a smile.

The lion nodded and was about to say something when his sister's cell rang. She asked for a minute and walked outside. As she got up, her purse felt to the ground and its content got spread over the floor without her noticing it. Might have been an important call.

Mortimer started to gather all the stuff ad place it back into the purse. But, as he grabbed a blue letter, a small bag fell from it. It was a tiny cocaine bag, there two more into the envelope.

"So what's Harrison excuse this time? A girl? A truck load of DVDs? A girl with a truck load of DVDs?" Asked Meredith a few minutes later as she came back, pointing o the empty chair that should be for their brother.

"Yeah, well I guess, we all did the anniversary differently, Harrison plays cards..."

"You pretend it didn't happen.."

"And you, I guess you'd call them old habits." He said with a grumpy tone while looking away.

Meredith glances her purse and frowns.

"You went through my bag? Damn it Morty!" Growled the lioness, grabbing her purse and holding it closer, checking if the envelope was still there.

" What are you doing? People like you can't use once Mer, didn't they teach you that in rehab. I'm sorry. Look, I just... You must be doing something right. You got a great career, lots of money,"

But it didn't matter what he had to say, his sister was already mad. "You know maybe Harrison had the right idea. He doesn't pretend anymore." She said before leaving.

"Don't walk out Mer, please." Asked the lion feeling stupid as he was left alone in the table. He sighed and then answered his cell phone as it rang. "Hello?" The next thing he knows, he is beside Harrison who is badly beaten. Part of his face was swollen and there were a lot of blood from small cuts and some claw marks on his chest.

"Harrison? Oh my god, look at you. The hospital called, they said you were" said Mortimer as he tried to match speed with the doctor dragging the litter.

"The 10 of clubs. This is what I get. Nice reminder, I don't believe in God."

"10 of clubs? What happened? They did this to you? The guys you were playing cards with? I'm coming in with you."

"No, Morty" he said, trying to look away even when the cast around his neck didn't allowed him to turn his head.

"Harrison, look at you."

"You had your chance Morty. You can't help me now."

Then He was taken into the emergency room and Mortimer was forced to stay outside on the waiting area. Not that he could stay there the whole night. His brother didn't want to see him and he had his first shift at his new job."

A few hours later, he was using a white medical coat and standing next to one of the autopsy tables. He had to tie his mane all the time while working there and wear plastic gloves when handling the corpses.

One of the guys from the morgue, a coyote with a Spanish accent and a small goatee opens the bad and there lays a young vixen. She's dead.

"First one?" He asked. Opening a smiles as Mortimer nodded. "Congratulations. They aren't all as pretty as... Rebecca Morgan." He said while reading the name on the chart.

"What happened to her?"

"You mean besides the cap beside of her neck? Nothing. Neighbors heard a gun shot around 10. We found her in her apartment. There's a nice 1 room bed if you know anyone. Hey, do me a favor, hold that bag over there."

Mortimer is shaken back to reality and takes an small plastic bag used to collect items. The Coyote takes the necklace with a heart shaped necklace from the vixen and place into the bag that Morty is holding.

"Do you know who.. um.. did it?"

"You're new here so maybe nobody told you. We don't solve crimes, we just deliver the body."

"Oh."

He stayed quiet as the body was processed and, after it was all done, it was up to him to store Rebecca Morgan on one of the empty crypts.

The coyote walked to the Moose on the inside part of the door. He erased the number 31 with the sleeve of his coat and wrote 32 as the total bodies in the count shift.

"Anyway, have a good night... uh..."

"Morty. I mean, Mortimer."

"I guess I like Morty more" the Coyote said with a smile "It's catchy" and then he started to leave.

Mortimer kinda panicked and said a bit louder than he expected. "Wait, you're leaving? Because Dave said, that my first night, I wouldn't be alone."

The coyote laughs. "I'm sorry, but I do have a life and a lady Olivera waiting for me at home. But don't worry" the patted the count Moosed "You won't be alone. You have 32 friends right next door." He said before leaving

The night was calm as he wouldn't expected it to be. He was at Dave's office. The best place if you're feeling the Goosebumps and want to be in a place you can check everything that is going on. He was listening to music. So, that is why that when he hear something, he wasn't sure of what was it. Maybe the Coyote coming back. So he took the headphones off.

"Hello? Marco?" he asked, as he stepped outside to the green hallway that lead to the crypts.

She couldn't see anyone. But there was a whisper, weak as a breath. It was calling him.

"Morty... Morty..."

"Hello? Very funny. Hazing the new fur" he yelled it loud. But no one said anything and the whisper remained the same.

Morty walks towards the crypt area where the sounds appears to be coming from. But there was no one there. even though the sound got louder. So he starts to open some of the crypts... they were or empty or just with a body inside. One of the guys should be hiding in one of them.

He opens multiple ones but the voices kept coming. Then he opens one more, and the voices stops. He puts pulls the body out and looks at it. It was the vixen from earlier that night. The whispers stopped completely. He looked around to see if that wasn't a prank. Couldn't be that vixen, she had a bullet wound on the back of her neck.

Then, suddenly the girl looks at him and says:

"Help me."

Next Mortimer knows, he is spinning between flashbacks of his day.

Then everything is dark. He feel the warmth of his bed, and is listening to the annoying sound of his alarm clock. Maybe he passed out at work and had a crazy dream. So he reach for the alarm and try to turn it off. As he does that, he knocks a portrait and It falls down, the glass breaking.

Mortimer sits fully awaken on the bed. A few minutes later he listen the sounds of the couple of the upstairs apartment having sex.

"What the..." the lion muttered. Then he turned his head just in time to see his mate walking out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

The next morning, Morty frowned as the alarm clock started to ring. Without opening his eyes, he tried to reach it to turn it off. But, in the process, he ended up knocking down a portrait in his nightstand.

He was staring the mess of broken glass over the carpet when the sound of the couple of the upper floor making sex came to his ears. He smiled as he heard them moaning and the bed jarring as they mated.

"Unbelievable' he said, while stretching his arms.

"Congratulations" the Moose said. "yesterday was Sunday, and you were on ethic violation. But, today, you are graduated" he continued, sitting on the bed and kissing the lion tenderly "I meant what I said, hon. Once you graduated we could go public."

Mortimer sighed and grabbed his head.

"What was I thinking.. I never should have taken that job."

"Excuse me?" said Evans, a bit confused.

"At the morgue." Continued the lion "The graveyard shift. God, that place creeps me out."

"The morgue? Sweety, your internship starts this morning at the hospital."

"No, Grains funding was cut. The job was eliminated I saw him yesterday."

"Yesterday was Sunday. You graduated from college. You had a drink with your friends and you went to bed with me. No one had to go to work at the morgue. Just a bad dream hun. Or maybe one had too many margaritas." Teased the Moose, kissing the lion again and then standing up.

"Yeah I guess.' He sais, rubbing his head. Maybe he was drunk last night and that was all. "It just keeps so..."

"Oh, by the way tonight, is the faculty banquet. Thought maybe its for the Dean to know about you."

"Tonight?" gasped the lion. But the Moose was facing other way so he didn't saw that.

"Yeah. Actually, I wasn't gonna say a word, just gonna show him the pictures I have in my cell phone" he laughed and walked into the bathroom.

Mortimer jumped out of the bed, turning the television on and then got shocked as he saw the interview with a raccoon convinced that her husband was an alien. The phone rang and he took sometimes to get brave enough to grab it.

"Harry?" he asked, closing his eyes and hopping to be wrong

"Hey, Mortimer, this is your favorite brother. I'm in a bit of a situation over here." Said his brother's voice through the line.

Mortimer felt the ground trying to escape from under his feet and then he sat down at the couch.

"Yeah... me too..."

TO BE CONTINUATED...