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Well, the revision of the first three chapters is over, so I present to you, after a year, the next all-new chapter of House Guest. This story has adult situations, so minors should stop reading now. There is also mild violence in the beginning, so I warn you of that. These are my original characters and story, so please do not use them without my permission. Enjoy!

This is part four.

House Guest - Sugar and Spice

"Now spit on him," the overweight squirrel yelled from his chair as a cameraman zoomed in on the face of the fox dressed in full dominatrix attire.

Terri looked down at the gray wolf in a tight, black tong, his arms and legs strapped to the ground, spread-eagle, with a bright red gag in his mouth. The wolf blinked up Terri as he stood over him in his thigh-high, black latex boots and not a whole lot more. The high collar of the tight, rubber vest the fox was wearing dug into his chin as he held the whip closer to his body and spat down at the wolf's face.

_The thick gob landed on his cheek and the wolf moaned as his bulge grew. _

"Now, dig your heel into his stomach," the fat squirrel wheezed, not even attempting to hide the small tent in his loose slacks.

_Terri lifted up a leg and pressed it down on the wolf. The tied down creature's cock poked out from the brim of his underwear. He made pathetic whining noises as the fox pressed the sharp stiletto against his belly. Terri tried to ignore the panting moan of the squirrel as the he said suggestive comments to himself. _

"Be more into it!" the squirrel yelled. "I'm not paying you to look bored."

_Terri forced a sadistic smile as he looked down past his flaccid cock at the wolf as he moaned and strained against his tight restraints. The raspy sound of the squirrel's heavy breathing told him it was convincing enough as a camera zoomed in on his face again before moving down to his leg jabbing into the wolf's fur. _

"Now kick him!"

Terri looked at the wolf's face as he lifted his heel off. He whimpered as Terri pulled back his leg and glanced up at the squirrel, who was rubbing his bulge in a way only he thought was subtle. Terri looked back down at the wolf, who was whining through the ball gag shoved in his jaw. He let the platform of his heel drop down against the wolf's side, hard enough to make a sound, but not enough to hurt.

"Harder, you slut!" the squirrel yelled in an irritating tone.

Terri glared up at the director. "You don't call me that," he said fiercely.

"Fuck yeah..." the slimy looking creature moaned. "Give me that anger and kick him again,"

"If you call me that again, I'm out." A camera zoomed into Terri's face again to capture his stern stare, and he shoved the lens aside.

"Watch the camera!" the squirrel said, almost falling out of the seat. He leaned over in his chair to a rather sad looking ocelot female standing next to him and whispered to her, nodding and turning back to Terri. "We'll throw in another 2 days as an apology."

Terri looked down at the squirming wolf, his fully hard cock laying against his stomach. Terri looked disgusted as he wound up his leg and kicked the wolf across the muzzle with a crack. The wolf looked up at him with pure pleasure as blood ran down his snout.

"Do it again," the squirrel grunted.

Terri kicked the gray face again, sending blood across the ground, feeling more disgusting and dirty with every second. He stepped down hard on the wolf's stomach. The squirrel panted and wheezed and Terri pressed down hard on the wolf's ridged member. The wolf cried out in pain as his cock pulsed beneath the heel. Blood was pouring down the side of his head as he thrust into Terri's boot.

"Kick him between the legs," the squirrel said. "... You filthy whore."

Terri looked up, pure hatred in his eyes as he swung his leg back and kicked as hard as he could. The wolf screamed into the gag, tears streaming down his eyes as he tried to curl up. The camera man didn't miss a tear.

Terri threw the whip down at the squirming wolf and ripped off the long red wig and tossed it aside, walking off the set. The squirrel was too busy touching himself to notice until Terri had already untied the latex vest and was walking over to the makeshift dressing room in the corner.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The squirrel said, hopping off his stool and scurried after the swift fox.

_"I'm done," Terri said, pulling off the vest and throwing it to the ground. _

"You can't be done!" the squirrel huffed as he caught up with him. "You're under contract."

_"Fuck you. I didn't sign a contract to be called a slut and a whore." Terri pulled off the long boots and dumped them over a chair as he wiped away the gaudy eye shadow on his face. _

"Yes you did!" the squirrel said, laughing as beads of sweat dripped from his head. "Now put that back on and get back on camera. The wolf was about to cum!"

"That wolf has a name!" Terri said, throwing on a black robe and grabbing his bag. "And so do I." Terri slipped on a pair of sandals, walking past the flabbergasted squirrel.

"Of course you do, Perry, and I'm going to make that name famous!" The squirrel said, grabbing the fox's arm. "Now please come back. I'll throw in another week."

Terri stopped and turned around. "Fuck the agreement! I don't want to be part of your sick fantasy."

"My sick fantasy gets thousands of horny guys off. Your face will be what they'll want, and they'll pay big bucks to see it." The squirrel tugged Terri closer. "Now, come back and show the camera what you've got," he said, sliding a hand inside of Terri's robe, touching his crotch.

Terri's arm swung his bag to the squirrel's face, knocking him off balance. The squirrel loosened his grip and moved his paws to the sharp pain on his snout. Terri pulled away and quickly walked to the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the wolf standing up, freed from his binding, cum splashed across his chest.

"You," Terri said, pointing to the angry looking wolf, "need to see a psychologist."

The fox disappeared out the door before the wolf could take out his gag. The cold, winter night air chilled Terri as he stepped out of the warm studio. The urban street was dark and dead as snow gently fell and melted on the concrete. He quickly walked away, feeling the frosty air against his nude body under his thin robe. He just wanted to get out of there as quickly as he could.

"You fucking faggot!" the squirrel yelled from the door. "What are you going to do now? Live on the street? You're done!"

Terri just kept walking, ignoring the angry words until he turned around the corner. He found an empty alley, and plopped down his bag. He took a look around to make sure no one was watching as he took off his robe and pulled out a pair of pants and a tight shirt from his bag. As he pulled up his pants, he heard a satisfied moan from behind him.

He quickly zipped up and turned around to see what he thought was a pile of trash move and reveal itself as a homeless lemur, looking over the half naked fox with a broken grin.

"It's my birthday, you know," the vagabond said, placing a paw over his groin. "Looks like I get my present after all."

Terri's heart raced as he shook his head and took a step back.

_"Wasn't a question," the dirty figure said, flicking out a long knife. _

Terri's heart raced and his eyes darted to his bag and back to the knife. He reached down and saw the lemur make a leap for him.

_The nimble fox jumped out of the way, hearing the lemur hit the wall with a dull thud. Terri ran, leaving his bag and his shirt behind. He ran down the alley, and then down the block, and down the street. He tripped on a crack and tumbled forward, scraping his knees and palms on the rough, dirty ground. As tears streamed down his face, he took off his broken sandal and started running barefoot. His toes quickly turned numb against the freezing cement as he blindly ran through the night. He saw a car coming down the road, its headlights flashing on him as it zoomed past. _

_The bright light in his eyes made him question what he had done. He had nowhere to go and nothing to his name but a pair of worn out jeans. Panic gripped him and he froze. His heart thumped violently in his chest as he felt the world fall in around him. He turned around, trying to figure out where he was, but the dark buildings were tall and unfamiliar. He gripped his bleeding paws, screaming out into the night. _

Lights from the buildings flicked on, and he started to run again. He ran until his legs wouldn't support himself anymore. He collapsed on a street corner, crawling over to the brick wall near him and curling up. His body heaved as he cried, the cold, hard ground pushing back against him as the snow silently collected on his fur.

He gripped the sides of his arms as he thought about dying. Images of his frozen, unnoticed body flashed through his mind as he blinked out fresh tears from his eyes. His stomach grumbled and he curled up more. The tips of his ears were numb, but the pulsing pain from his palms remained. He wrapped his tail around his waist as he looked up at the street light and the glowing red of the 'Do not walk' sign flashing over the wet sidewalk

He laid still, waiting for the stinging cold to take him as he started to shiver. His eyes filled with tears again.

"I'm sorry, Evan." He closed his eyes and listened to the distant sirens. "... I'm sorry."

The wind blew over his body as he felt his fingers go numb. The wet fur under his eyes turned to ice as he laid there alone. The last of the heat that he had created from the run was quickly swept away in another gust as he pulled his tail tighter around him with his weak, cold paws, only prolonging the inevitable for a few more minutes.

_As he dropped his useless paw to the cold sidewalk, and felt a new tear roll down his icy cheek, he felt a paw wrap around his arm and pull him up. _

Terri opened his eyes to see a bundled up tabby cat wrapping herself around his freezing body. The cold has stolen all feeling from him by that point and he just looked dazed at her as she pulled off her coat.

"Jesus, you must be freezing!" She draped the large, warm coat over Terri's shoulders as she wrapped it over him, rubbing him all over to help get him warmer quicker.

Terri watched the cat's face through his damp eyes as she looked up at him with a loving smile. Terri still wasn't sure what was happening as the tabby pulled him off the ground and helped him walk away. Terri looked back at the corner he was sitting in. The snow had started to accumulate and left a small oval where he had been laying.

The cat pulled him along across the street. She was short and plump and had a mess of curly hair done up in a bun on the top of her head.

"My name is Lizzy," she said, patting Terri on the arm as the stepped up over the curb.

"I... I'm Terri," he replied in a raspy voice.

_The cat gave him another warm smile as they walked down the block. _

"What were you doing out here in the cold without any clothes on?" She asked, tightening the coat around him like a mother would for her toddler.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Well, that's just fine my dear. But, I'm here to help." Terri looked up at a sign sticking out from a building reading 'Homeless Shelter.' He stopped, and the Tabby looked up at him. "Don't be afraid."

Terri thought about running free from her grip, mostly just in fear of having to admit the position he was in. A cold gust blew, and Terri nestled into the warm coat. He pulled his nose back out and they walked to the doors.

"Terry?" I said, breaking my view of the road to look at the gloomy looking fox.

Terri shook his head, returning back to reality of the car as we drove along.

"Sorry..." he said, looking back over to me. "I was thinking." The fox stared back out of the window as we drove along the highway.

"Want to talk about it?" I glanced over at the fox again.

"I could use some coffee."

I pulled off into the next exit and made my way to the local mall. We got out and found our way to a small cafe between two clothing stores. The barista gave a strange look to Terri as we walked in, but the glare from me made her look away.

I paid for the two steaming cups of coffee and we sat in a deserted corner near the glass window.

As we watched the busy people walking by, Terri took a sip from his cup.

"I'll pay you back for the coffee," he said.

"Don't worry about it, I had a job last summer and never spent any of it," I said. It was a lie. It was my last five dollars, but I didn't want to put any more stress on him.

"I have a small fortune in the bank," he said, looking down at his dark coffee as he blew the stream away.

I look at him, wondering if I heard him correctly. "What?"

He put the cup down. "Evan's parents were very wealthy, and gave him a grant to start his coffee cart. He was a good businessman, and saved every penny he made and invested it. When I met him, he had plans to open up an actual store, and his parents gave him more than enough. Business was good, and the market was better. He never lost the saving habit, and we lived modestly. He was always paranoid that something would happen and we'd need the money. He sold the stocks when they were high, and kept saving. We were happy. Then, when he..." He looked down into his reflection in the coffee. "... I got it all. His parents hated me. They never supported us. I think that all the money was a bribe to get Evan to leave me, but he never admitted it. The look on their faces when they found out how much I was getting, along with everything else," Terri laughed loudly.

"So... why didn't you spend the money, get someplace to live?" I thought about all other house guests we had had, and how my mom usually had to lower their rent so they could afford to have a place to live.

"Well, as you can imagine, Evan's parents didn't exactly approve of the Will, so they took me to court and sued, claiming that they should get the money they invested back. I won the case, but that didn't stop them from trying to ruin my life." Terri looked over at me. "Never get on the bad side of high up people who can blacklist you."

I nodded and took a sip of my coffee, not sure how to respond.

"I couldn't find anywhere to live in the city, and I had nowhere else to go. They bribed some people and our coffee store was shut down by the health department. I couldn't find new work, and my life pretty much fell apart. His parent's couldn't get to my bank account because of the judge's ruling, so that is all I had left. They've hunted me down, doing everything they could to make my life even more of a hell than it already is. So, I stayed under the radar, and they couldn't find me. I stayed with the few friends I had left. But, some moved away to different cities. Other's got into drugs, or wound up in jail. A few died. When I had no friends left that I could stay with, I had to..." he trailed off.

I looked over at him.

"I've done a lot of things I regret in my life, Ed." He poured the rest of the coffee into his mouth and bent the rim of the empty cup. "I spent a month living on the floor of a backroom of a strip club. Unfortunately, the owner didn't want money for rent." He looked away from me.

I watched a young rabbit run past the window followed by a stressed looking mother holding a baby, trying to catch him.

"Love became a currency, and I lost my taste for it. It'd get me a bed or a couch to sleep on for a night to two, if I was lucky, but I didn't sleep well for a long, long time." He started ripping the rim off of the cup. "Finally, someone offered me a month of free rent in an empty apartment if I'd be in a movie they were making. But things didn't turn out well with that." He looked out through the window. "That's when I went to the shelter. It was a bed, and some food. When someone offered me to stay at their house for a just a little rent, I was afraid they wanted more from me. But, I found out there are still some good people on this earth. When I left the shelter, I made sure they got a large, anonymous donation. I haven't been back to see what they did with it."

He looked over at me, but I didn't want to look at him. My mom took in people who needed help, not people who faked it. I saw his ears fall as I looked coldly through the glass.

"I hope you don't hate me now."

"Does my mom know?" I asked, looking down at my half empty cup.

"Not everything. I'm paying her twice what she asked. She wouldn't let me give her more."

"Does that absolve your conscious?" The sharp words came out harsher then I meant.

I saw him sink in his chair through of the corner of my eye.

"No. If money could fix that, I'd be a lot better off." He looked at me. "Your mother has been so kind to me. She's a really wonderful woman."

"Does she know you're a whore?"

I saw him cringe at the word. His paw let go of the crushed paper cup. I looked away, silently fuming in my head. I was angry, but I wasn't sure why. I felt lied to. It was all too much for me to handle for one day. I thought back to what my mom used to say when I got angry and took a deep breath. As my blood cooled, I turned back.

"I'm sorry."

He was gone. His crumpled cup was still on the table, but he was nowhere to be seen. I franticly looked around the café, then out the window, but there were no signs of him. As I looked back over to the barista, she just quickly looked down and continued mopping.

I hurried out of the cafe and stood on my toes, looking in every direction. I was frustrated and frightened at the same time as I picked a direction and jogged, looking in every store I passed and behind every trashcan or plant large enough to hide behind; I wasn't going to lose him.

After frantically looking for Terri for fifteen minutes with no more success than I had in the café, I ran up to the security office. An elderly looking bear in a gray uniform looked up at me.

"I lost my friend."

"In the mall?"

I was about to ask what kind of question that was, but decided to spare the attitude. "Yes. He ran off a little while ago, and now I can't find him."

"How old is he?" the bear said, filling in some paperwork.

"Umm..." I had to think about it. "Mid-twenties?" I wasn't really sure.

The bear looked up at me as if I was crazy. "Kid, we don't look for lost adults."

"Please? We had a fight, and he has no way back home."

The bear sighed and pushed me a collection of papers. "Fill this out."

I looked over the long, confusing form. "Can't you just call someone on your walkie-talkie?"

"Oh," the bear said. "You're one of those people." He picked up the ill-used looking electronic. "Description?"

"His name is Terri. He's a fox about five foot six, orange fur, short hair, fluffy tail. Oh, and he's dressed in women's clothing."

The bear gave me an annoyed look. "Kid, I don't have time for this."

"No, I'm not joking, please help me find him," I said, sounding rather desperate.

The bear just set down his walkie-talkie back in its charging dock without breaking eye contact.

I felt like punching the window, but I knew that wouldn't solve anything.

"If you want us to find your cross-dressing friend, fill out the form, and we'll send out an officer to look for her..."

"Him," I interrupted in a rather irritated tone.

"... It, at our earliest convenience. But, it's lunch time soon, so expect it to be another hour or so," the bear said, leaning back on the over-padded chair and eyeing a sandwich in a bag on his desk.

I slid the paperwork back through the slot in the glass giving the dirtiest look I could muster up.

"You're a horrible person," I said, leaning back up.

The bear just shrugged and I walked away, trying to not lose my temper again. Once I was free from the general area of the office, I started to worry again. Where could Terri be? I tried to think, wondering where he would go as I quickly started running past shops, trying to spot anything with orange fur.

I started to lose hope as I finished off the floor by the coffee shop again and I jogged down the stairs, getting more nervous with each passing store. The guilt was slowly killing me as I replayed the situation in my head, and I desperately wished I could take back my words. I must have looked crazy, running through the mall with tears in my eyes, but I didn't much care at this point.

As I crossed the mall, I was about to give up. I was out of breath and I slowly walked to the center atrium and sat down on the fountain's rim. I wiped my eyes, calling myself stupid under my breath and watched a woman pick up the sandwich she was eating and move further down the fountain's edge.

I debated calling my mom, but then I'd have to explain everything. As I cleared my head I looked up to the second floor. Through the glass railing, I could see Terri sitting against a trashcan, watching me. His head quickly turned as he noticed I had spotted him, and I darted to the escalators, hoping he wouldn't run. As I climbed up the moving steps, I turned the corner and saw the fox still sitting against the trash can. I stood there, catching my breath as he looked away off through the glass again.

I sat down across from him, and he pulled his knees closer to himself, still avoiding looking at me. I placed a paw on his foot.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I wasn't thinking."

Terri didn't say anything as his slow breath fogged up the glass.

"Can you forgive me?" I asked, rubbing his toes through his sandals. He pulled his foot away.

My ears drooped. I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know what to say, so I just closed it again and we sat in the dull roar of the life around us.

"Three years ago," Terri said, still looking down through the glass as the ground below, "I would have jumped." He pressed a finger against the foggy patch.

The words made me sick to my stomach.

"Three years ago, I had no one." He drew a little heart on the glass. "I had no reason to live. Someone called me a whore, and I almost killed myself."

I felt like crying as I watched the fox scribble inside the heart.

"Three years ago was also the first act of kindness I had seen in far too long of a time." He looked at me. "And they saved me." He let his knees a little looser as I looked at his eyes. "A half hour ago, I had someone. I had a reason to live." His endless eyes gripped my heart. "And that someone called me a whore."

I blinked and felt the tears add to my wet fur. I reached out and touched his foot again.

"I'm so sorry," I said, my voice cracking. "I really didn't mean it, I was just upset. Please forgive me."

"You'd think I'd be used to it now," he continued, breathing over the heart so it faded. "But that word still stings just as much."

"I'm sorry," I said softly, feeling worse and worse.

"But, you didn't know." He looked back at me. "You didn't know about three years before." He looked down at my paw on his foot, and gently placed his over mine. "I'm not proud of my past. And I'd give a lot to forget about it. But, I can't. It happened, and I'm stuck with it." He looked back up at me. "And that's life. Something happens, and you're with it forever." I felt his thumb rub against my paw. "Sometimes, it's a good thing." His eyes flashed in the light as he picked up my paw and smiled. "Sometimes you have good things happen in your life that you don't want to forget about."

I smiled back. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

"Please don't use that word again."

I nodded and he stood up. I joined him and we walked out of the mall. He placed his paw in mine as we drove home.

We walked inside and saw my mom napping on the couch. We walked up the stairs and Terri gave me a hug before disappearing behind his door. I walked to my room and laid down on my bed, tired from the emotional day.

Dinner came and went, and we gave my mom vague answers when she asked us where we had gone for the day. We said out goodnights, and Terri flashed his eyes at me before going back to his room.

As I clicked off my light and curled into bed, I heard my door quietly open. As I turned around, I saw Terri carefully closing it and he turned around, wearing his peach robe. I sat up in the darkness and watched him come closer. He sat down on the bed and looked at me.

"I remembered that I never actually forgave you earlier," he said, placing a paw on my knee. "So I wanted to tell you that I do."

I smiled as he leaned over and kissed me.

"I'm sorry," I said before Terri pressed his fingers against my mouth gently.

"I already said I forgive you, no need to apologize again."

"Can I make it up to you at least? I feel really bad about the whole thing."

Terri thought for a while in the dark. "I could use a sleeping partner tonight."

"Done," I said, scooting over on my bed.

I could see the fox smile as he pulled off his robe and slid under the sheets. He nestled against me, feeling my erection press against his tail.

He giggled. "Are you naked?"

I chuckled nervously, pulling my hips back. "Umm... yeah. I always sleep naked."

I felt him reach down and shift a little, dropping his thong onto the ground before lifting up his sports bra. He turned around to face me and giggled again. I smiled and felt a paw grab my cock under the sheets.

I jumped a little in surprise before softly moaning as his soft paw caressed my member. I closed my tired eyes, enjoying the feeling as I felt Terri shift under the sheet and push me down on my back. His warm, soft muzzle wrapped around my cock and gently sucked. My body relaxed as the good feeling spread through my body. I yawned as the fox slowly bobbed up and down and it turned into a moan.

After a while, I felt an orgasm surge through me, and Terri sucked my cock dry. My warm, relaxed body hovered just over consciousness as I felt Terri move back up from under the sheet and rest his muzzle on my shoulder. His leg wrapped around mine and he gently rubbed my belly as I drifted off into sleep with a final "I love you," whispered in my ear.

To be continued...