FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

[Disclaimer]: This story Involves Homosexual acts, Acts of Violence, and several other Alchohol and Tobacco references. If you are under 18, you may be possibly commiting a crime in the state, Region, or country that you are living in. However, if you are 18 or over the age of 18, you give your full permission to consent and read this story. Characters are my own creation and any likeness to real characters or real life situations are unintentional and purely coincidential. Enjoy ^.^

=========================================================================================

Everything seemed like such a rush at the time, the concierge greeted me with the usual wave as I felt around in the pockets of my suit's jeans, hearing them clink around as I felt the cold brass against my pads on my paws as I took off my jacket, stumbling a little with a giggle as the sound of my tailored shoes clicked against the wooden floors of the apartment complex, the heels softly making that familar sound as they pressed into the carpet in the middle, pushing through the fabric. The hall was ornated with small tables, the lightposts on the walls lighting up

the vibrant red colored walls as the ornate wood of the hall panels reflected that light onto the shiny polished floor, the carpet designed with small, typical looking diamond and spiral patterns as I reached my number, apartment 3. I smiled slowly to myself as I put the keys into the keyhole, turing them a quarter to the left before it clicked and opened, gently pushing it open as I stepped inside onto the welcome mat.

''Honey, I'm home.''

I said, my voice echoing through the hallway and into the large studio we shared. As I walked in further, the sound of his voice reached my ears. I found that only one lamp was light and the curtains were closed. He was standing there, looking back at me, his eyes half closed and showing that longing look for me to take him. He was standing there in nothing but a silken scarf and women's lingere, those typical black, see through lace panties you find on the hookers that run the streets around this town at night, typical women you take home and have a quick fling with. But no, he was different. Handsome, with green eyes, golden fur, a voice that'd melt your heart faster then hell would melt an ice cube. He murrs gently as he walks over to me, His panties pressing against his sheath and balls so tightly it outlined them as he wraps his arms around me, gently shutting his eyes as he leans in to kiss me, pressing his hips against mine tightly as his arms wrap around my neck.

''Your breath smells like booze....and smoke...''

He says in a seductive voice, before he presses his lips to mine, letting his wet, hot tongue slid past my lips, giving me a taste of his sweet saliva before it parted them and rammed into my mouth, his tongue pressing against my own as it rubs slowly down into my throat, hitting the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat as we kiss one another deeply. He was right about both things. I had just solved the string of recent murders known as the ''Dark Heart'' case, in which the victim's hearts had been removed and laid out on their stomachs. The murderer turned out to be a doctor of sorts, a cardiac surgeon turned killer when his patients sued him after he was unable to save the life of their only son. Corruption in this city ran deeper and darker then veins that ran through anyone who lived here. But After 3-4 celebratory scotches and the cigarettes that went with them, I was mostly wasted and the taste of mint from the menthols were caught on my breath that my lover was tasting so deeply, his paw reaching down from my neck as it ran from the back of my neck and squeezed my ass as he played with my tail before it suddenly slipped down into my pants, cupping by balls as it ran upwards, fingers with gentle pads brushing my sheath to steady my arousal before I couldn't take more.

It was within mere seconds we managed to waltz our way across the living room, still kissing deeply and touching each other all over our soft furred bodies as he dragged me by my tie into the bedroom, undoing my pants and sliding them off my lower body before he went for my shirt, his skillful hands undoing the buttons like a pro. I wonder where he had gotten this skill every time. Even though we tell one another everything, he always says,

''That's my little secret'' .

But in this moment of pure lust and compassion for him, I could really care less about where he had gotten it and instead wanted him in my arms. He strips me of everything except my tie, pushing me back onto the bed, the scarf he was wearing now tossed aside to meet all of my clothes on the floor as he suddenly kisses me again, our tongues flickering against one another like candles in the darkened room, the only light coming in through the partially closed shades that bathed us in dim moonlight. His hand rockets towards my groin, his paw rubbing my sheath until my hardening length slips out just like he wants before he murrs, nuzzling and licking my neck as he pulls the panties past his sheath and underneath his balls, cradling them perfectly as he gives me a beautiful view.

''Mmmfh...so big...''

He utters quietly, only our ears hearing what he says before I prop my head up, watching those beautiful lips of his open wide as he wraps them around my cock's tip, his tongue dragging across the slit opening as he gently wiggles the tip of his tongue inside, tickling the extra sensitve muscles. I moan with pleasure, letting my neck stretch as I through my head back with a light howl that lasts for only one second before I turn back to the beautiful scence in front of me. He wraps his maw around my shaft, pressing his tongue against it as he slides down, the musk coming from me turning him on more as I watch his own cock slide free, one of his golden paws wrapping around it to stroke himself gently before he starts to bob on me like a fisherman trying to reel in his catch, up and down, up and down, the same, hot, wet movement each time as he starts sucking my hardening cock in his throat as he pushes it in deep, gliding against the roof of his mouth and back into the soft muscles of his throat as my precum leaks over the insides, coating his tongue with the sticky semenal fluid as he murrs, the vibrations traveling through his throat and into my cock as it sends shivers running through it into my groin and my balls as it starts at my tailbone, running through my body like the electric trams people take to get home, and he was nearly home.

''Uuuuh...yeah...mmmm...suck that cock...oooh...''

I moan, getting the works out as I watch his handy work, his paw moving slightly faster up and down my ebony colored cock as my knot slides free. He murrs louder now, the vibrations traveling through my spine as I shiver in his grasp. Tonight, I'm all his, and he's all mine. I watch him as his other hand goes to work stroking his dark red cock, pumping furiously. I can tell he's getting into it from how much he started to moan and murr, drooling over my cock as my cum started to leak out in a small steady stream, coating his throat and mouth as he started sucking on it, his lips tightening and his pace quickening to get me to blow my load, like a child trying to suck his ice cream soda through their straw. My back arches and I place my paw upon his head, the dark ebony fur meshing so well in the moonlight against his golden fur and those pointed ears with the black tips, his tail with the white end swishing softly as his black socked arms and paws shifted as he humped his own hand, his knot now slamming into his tightened fist as he spun his hand in circles around his cock, thick strands of cum starting to drip onto the bedspread.

I can't take anymore. I want him, and I want him now. I want him to feel loved, and I want to taste that sweet, hot, fox cum as it pours down my throat, I want him to blow his load deep into the back of my throat and down it. I whimper and becon him to me, rubbing his sides. He knows what it means, and he's more then happy to oblidge when he stops working his meat and still keeps sucking my ebony dick as he slides across the bed, bringing his throbbing shaft to my mouth as his cum dribbles onto my nose, his musk mixing with mine fills the air with pure sexual arousal as I take it into my maw as he positions his feet just right to let it slide into my maw.

''Fuck my face, and fuck it hard, babe.''

Is all I say before I open my mouth, grabbing his cock and letting it slide in, my tongue brushing against the front of his dick as I lick the opening of his cock, a glob of precum sliding down it and into the back of my throat. I taste the sweet and yet salty texture, and I want more. As I told him, He starts bucking downwards into my face, letting his throbbing cock deep into my maw as I take it all, his knot resting on my lips as I form a tight seal around it, murring deeply as I take a strong whiff of his groin fur, his musk so overwhelming it almost brings me to climax.

As he continues to suck my cock and work my knot with his one hand, his other reached down and squeezed my balls, the one thing he knows I can't resist. But I know what he likes as well. Reaching up, I pull down his panties unti they're around his knees, my fingers tracing across his soft furred ass until they probe at his tight little tailhole, gently wriggling their way in when they hit that soft, silky flesh of his insides as I start to finger him, scooting my feet just enough apart to where I start to thrust upwards into his maw, fucking his face slow and gentle as he thrusts down faster and harder, his knot slapping against my lips and his balls bouncing against my nose as he moans around my cock, his cum starting to thicken as I'm about to blow. The feeling of his mouth and tongue wrapping around my dick as he swirls it around in circles as he fucks my face hard has got me going so badly, I can feel my balls starting to swell up and get ready. My other hand reaches up and cradles his balls, giving them a gentle yet tight squeeze to try to coax my fox to just let go and blow his load.

It's too much. I can't handle it anymore. The feeling of his cock in my mouth and my cock in his mouth is just too much. I moan as I feel my balls pull up to my crotch, my cock throbbing hard in his throat as he takes the signal. Pressing his maw down hard, he opens wide and seals his lips around my knot as I cum right into his face, my thick, hot, creamy jets of cum coil out of my cock like ropes, splattering and covering his mouth in raw husky semen as it sprays into the back of his throat, coating the roof of his mouth and his hot tongue as he murrs, gently pulling on my knot with his lips as he squeezed my balls tightly in his soft hand, milking me dry as I continue to hump his face, eight shots of hot, thick, salty husky cum driving itself into his maw. He get me even more pumped as he swallows it all greedily, drinking from me like a guy at bar who was dying for a scotch. It was too much for him too, for the second my cum hit the back of his throat, I opened my maw wide for him, letting him shove his knot into the back of my mouth as his cock throbbed hard, coating my entire throat with nine thick bursts of fox cum, the taste I'd been craving all day for.

The pure bliss from it was like taking a shot of ecstacy. I was shaking all over, the thick, rich, salty, creamy texture of his cum coating my throat's walls and the taste on my tongue as he slathered it inside my mouth was excruciating. I have craved to do this all day with him, even when thinking and solving my case, he was in the back of my mind. As we drank deeply from each other, we swallowed each others cum, but left the cum on our tongues for one reason. As he pulled off me, and I pulled off him, the mix of saliva and left over cum slicked down our cocks, giving them a beautiful shine as they glistened in the light. He climbs over me, straddling my hips as he kisses me deep again, our tongues practically colliding as they explode against one another like fireworks as we shove them against one another, pushing them deep into each others throats to get at the left over cum in the back and the cum coating the roofs of our mouths as we kiss, murring loudly as I reach my paw foward, pressing my hips against his as our cocks rub against one another, making a slick sound as our kissing hides it beneath the noise, cum and spit covering our lips and maws as it slides down and drips onto my chest.

Being gay like this wasn't what I first thought would be my lifestyle, but as soon as I saw him, I knew I wanted to be his. And I wanted him to be my lover. I wanted to do this with him for the rest of my days unti l died, and I desperately needed him to comfort me in times when I felt at my worst. As I wrapped an arm around his back, I let my fingers trace down the middle to gently massage his spine, his reward for doing such a good job at getting me off. As I rubbed his back, his black socked paw reached to the back of my head and pulled me closer, running his fingers through my fur to gently stroke one of my ears.

''Mmm... That was great, Daniel. I love the taste of your cum... and congrats on busting your case...''

He whispers my name to me as we break the kiss, and I stare back into those beautiful chestnut colored eyes of his. I stare back at him as he lets his paw caress my white furred balls, still moaning softly to him as he presses his lips gently against mine, in short, tongue flickering kisses before I lay back and pull him close, his shaft against mine as I let my paw rub our shafts together.

'' It was more. It was perfect, Eric...''

I call my fox's name in a slow whisper into his twitching ear as he wraps his arms around me, hugging me and holding me close as we cuddle with one another. The rain taps against the windows with that sweet sound of cars driving by into the night, that sweet, beautiful sound that only the Cadillacs, Hudsons, and Packards with their white wall tires make as they drive slowly and smoothy acros the wet streets of L.A. I can't help but enjoy the sound as our lips meet one last time, lingering on into the night as he fell asleep in my arms. It was about 6:00 when I got that call.

My head was pounding from last night, and the taste of saliva and cum was still there, drying my throat out as I desperately sat up and grabbed a glass of water by the nightstand, Eric giving a light moan and rolling over before wrapping one arm around me, staring up at me with those beautiful eyes before I smiled at him, giving an annoyed grunt as I picked up the phone.

''Daniel Burrows speaking. Go ahead.''

It was the Commander. His smooth but hard assed voice cracked over the phone as he spoke rather loudly, to add more pain to the pounding headache I was having.

''Burrows, Requesting you come to the station immediately. We got a big one for ya, and it's quite a doosie.''

''Got it cheif. Be there in a minute.''

''And Daniel?'' He added.

''What?'' I asked, wondering what he could be thinking, but I sort of already had an idea in mind of what he was about to say.

''Introduce me to your wife sometime. I'd like to meet her, but you always keep saying she's a stay at home lady. Starting to make me wonder if you're even married at all.''

I gulped a bit, but still put on that sly, but nervous smile I always give when the cheif asks that particular question.

''Sometime, Cheif. Sometime.''

I waited until I heard the audible click that he had hung up. Eric curled around me, his tip poking my hip as it protruded from his sheath as he gazed up at me. I could tell he was worried about me, and him. In this time and era, our kind could be killed just by giving a man an awkward glance. 1947 was not the very best year to be gay, and it was even worse if you live in L.A., which was not the town you wanted to be in, especially if you were gay.

''Hun, do you think they'll ever find out? What'll happen to you if they do?.... What if they kick you off the force, or what if they...''

I simply smiled down at him, letting my hand brush his cheek until I groped the back of his head, running my fingers through his short hair as he murred softly, my fingers reaching up as my fingers rub the back of his right ear. He presses into my hand, his cold nose pressing into my palm before he grabs my hand, gently taking my index finger into his maw before he starts to suckle on it, giving me that seductive look that gets me going. However, I knew it'd be my ass in hot water if I didn't show up to see the cheif. Getting out of bed, I let the silk sheets fall from my naked body as I walk through the apartment, Eric getting up and stripping out of those panties until he was nude himself, following me into the shower.

It's always the same. We slept together, atetogether, and bathed together, even shower together. I turn on the hot water first, three turns to the right as the cold is turned one and a half to the left. I like them hot, then cold afterwords. Locks in the nice feeling, and keeps you smelling good. He starts rubbing me down with our shampoo, Making me smell of sandalwood as he presses against me, kissing me again as his tongue traces against mine, his body grinding mind as I try to think about my new case. But even when the cheif needs me at the most critical time, I still always find time for him. Eric is the most precious person in my entire life. I'd do anything for him if he asked me to. If it was jump off a bridge, go into a burning building, anything, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

He murrs one last time before he finally stops the water, rinsing me off before I step out. Shaking myself partially dry, I grab a towel and hand it to him, letting him dry the rest of me off as he gets on his knees, rubbing the towel on my fur until he reaches my privates, his muzzle pressing against my sheath once as he takes in the smell of my musk only once, smiling up at me as he gives it one kiss before I'm dry enough to get dressed as he starts drying himself off. I leave him in the bathroom as I go into our bedroom, pulling out a clean pair of underwear, slipping them on as I go to my closet. Today, I'm going with the Pinstripes, A dark purple color with teal pinstripes, the tie a jet black with small red roses and vines on it as I grab the matching fedora to go with it. As I step out into the living room, Eric steps out with a robe tied around him, the tan one that matched his fur perfectly. He murrs softly before he raises an eyebrow at me, giving me a playful tease.

''Going to go meet the prostitutes? You look like a pimp, hun.''

He giggles before walking over to me, wrapping his arms around my neck before giving me a small kiss on the

lips, smiling up at me with that adorable face of his I can't ever seem to forget at all.

''Have a good day at work, hun. Crack this case and I'll give you a special treat when you get home...promise.''

''Hell.. with a promise like that, I'll be sure to have it done when half the day's gone by. I love you Eric... You know what do if?...'' I gave him my serious stare,

His eyes change from that happy smile to a serious face, the one I usually have when I show up at the scene, the look I must have taught him how to perfect.

''Either call the station and ask for you, or use the magnum. I know hun... Now, go out there and get the guy, huh?''

I smile one last time as I give his nose a kiss, walking out the door as I close it and I listen for the locks to close behind me. He'll be safe. He may be small, but I know Eric well enough he'll use the gun I gave him for protection, should anyone find out about us and decide to attempt to threaten our lives. I greet our neighbor as I walk by, Ms. Fallion. She's a nice lady, always kind enough to greet us. She may be old, but she's kind enough to know everyone's had it rough sometime. She grew up in a rather rough neighborhood that was run by a couple of boys, typical bullies who hung out in a club, and she learned the hard way that being a woman in a nearly all boy neighborhood wasn't the best of places to be raised a young lady. As kind as she was, she wouldn't be pushed around at all, not even by some tough guy with a billy club.

'' Oh, Good morning, Mr. Burrows! Off to work to catch those bad men, hmm?''

I smirk and nod, waving to her as I pass by, turning my head to talk to her before turning my head back to face the stairs, starting to walk quickly down them. Told the cheif I'd be there, but it'd already been 10 minutes.

''Yeah, I'm gonna get 'em for ya, Ms. Fallion. See you soon!''

She smiles before going back inside, I hear her door close as I finally reach the lobby, deciding instead to keep my keys in my pocket. Can't take that risk of being discovered, should anyone find out and put a shakedown on the conceirge. I finally reach my car, a 1943 Hudson Commodore, maroon in color, with white wall tires. This beauty is the second most valuable thing to me besides Eric. As I start the engine and back out, I turn on the signal to turn left before I begin the drive to the station. I flip the raido on. Glenn Miller's ''In The Mood'' Erupts from the speakers as I tap the steering wheel to the rythym of the music. I'm a fan of big bands, and it gives me the time I need to enjoy my drive.

I've only ever taken Eric on a date at least twice. In truth, he was the one who picked out this car for me. It was on the first drive of this beauty that we took her to a quiet spot on one of the lookouts late at night, and we made love in the back seat, the smell of our musks overwhelming and the heat our bodies created as we listened to the raido as the windows fogged up, his moaning mixing with my own as the car bounced softly with us, the feel of the soft velvet against us made the car worth buying. Sometimes I wondered if more people got cars to drive and have sex in then it was to just get to work or go out for a nice drive with their families. I put those thoughts into the back of my mind as I pulled up to the station, turning the car off and stepping out until I climbed those familar steps and opened the door. Harold, the patrol cop at the front desk greeted me with a grunt. He was a tiger, bright orange with jet black stripes that covered his body as he pointed up the stairs with his pen before he looked down again, writing on whatever paperwork he was filling out as he shook his head and spoke.

''Hey Burrows. Cheif's waiting for ya, better get up there so he doesn't beat you with a stick!''

''Got it. Thanks, Harold.''

I nod to him before running up the stairs, going into the detective's office of the station. The Commander greets me with a nod, the look on his face showing some concern as well as anxiety. It made be have some worry for him since he did suffer a gunshot wound in the war, which gave him the scowl he always has,and I guessed the case was making him have some kind of pain in his liver or stomach.

''What have you got for us, Cheif?''

The Large bear raised a file in his hand, waving it around as he spoke, a serious look on his scarred face. He had been given that scar in the war, and he took it as a symbol of honor. He got 4 purple hearts and several other awards for his bravery. He worked his way to the top, and he was one of the best our office had. He stepped out behind his desk and walked over to mine, setting the file down in front of me before he lets it slide across the smooth surface of the desk for me to open and take a look at.

''Gentlemen, this is a homicide case. We got two bodies, identically killed in the same way. Burrows, go down to the location in the folder, and get what you need. You know the drill.''

Nodding, I pick up the case notes, my partner walking out of the office with me. My partner's a guy named Elliot Vespa Lafayette, a good guy with keen eyes. This bird's a natural at what he does. Being a falcon, his eyes are the sharpest in the book, and from what I've heard, he can hit anything with his gun, never missed once, not even under fire. His dark blue suit flutters around him like it's some kind of cloak, as each of his steps are silent. As we walk out and get to my car, I pull the keys out as he lights himself a cigarette, raising an eyebrow as he looks me over.

''So, when do the hookers work their shift, Daniel? That suit has pimp written all over it. Who wears purple and teal pinstripes besides those guys and the Movie stars?''

''Bite me, Vespa. I like this suit, and I gotta say, it makes a statement. Dark colors always make a statement, if you didn't know. And what's with you? You're always wearing the same damn suit anyway, you keep wearing colors that match with your feathers, people are gonna think you're naked or something.''

'' I'm guessing your wife picked that suit out for you? Must have taught you about colors, too...''

He smirks as he shrugs and gives a chuckle, taking another drag as he lets it out in one breath, blowing it through his nostrils as he walks over to the other side of the car. I unlock the doors as we both climb in and I start the engine, pulling out from the parking space in front of the station as I hand the file to him, his feathered fingers running over the paper as he reads me the case notes.

''The adress is 674 East 32nd. Say Burrows, you think this case is gonna be a big one? Imagine if we got moved up to Vice, huh?''

I gave a groan, annoyed by Elliot's mentioning of Vice Desk. I hated the idea of going after those big drug lords, bootleggers and runners, not just because it meant working with Doyle, but it also meant that if someone found out about me and Eric, they'd send someone after him. I couldn't risk putting my love in danger, I'd never forgive myself if I let something happen to him. But that's why I bought him the gun, a .45 Magnum, Sterling Silver with a Pearl grip. As I turned right on the corner to head down to the apartment where the case was, I turned on the raido. It always helped me relax when I was annoyed, and I could tell Elliot knew he hit a soft spot in me.

''And work with that dirty fuckhead Doyle? You know he's got something going on behind the scenes, Vespa, you and I both. Besides, Doyle's always putting us last and himself first, just because he's friends with the big guys on the top and the runner's head honchos. Hell, I bet you he even makes his own little deals with the boot leggers to get all that rum he enjoys so much.''

''Hey, if you got the proof, I'll more then back you up on that, but I'm talking making Doyle look like an amateur. You know I'm your friend, Burrows. You scratch my back, I'll stratch yours, ya got it? Besides, let's just get this thing done and other with, huh?''

Elliot leans his arm out the window, letting the wind blow through his feathers, flicking his cigarette's ashes occasionally as we take a left turn up to the crime scene. A few beat cops and the cornoner were there as we got out of the car, the apartment complex in which it took place was a backwater little spot on the north west side of town. As we stepped inside, the coroner greeted us. The coroner was a tall, skinny rat, Dougan is what we called him.

''Burrows, Lafayette, I think you should take a look at this one. Hope you both have strong stomachs, cause this one's got me baffled.''

As we walked inside the tiny apartment, The scent of blood and the sweet scent of perfume hits my nose. Coco Chanel, number five. I'd know that scent anywhere, considering half the women wore it around when it came to middle class cheaps like this. The two bodies of both the women lay on the floor, Parallel to one another as their hands were clasped together, Their wrists and throats slit as the blood lay semi dry and pooled on the floor. I stepped over to examine the bodies, noting that they were dressed in the same dress. Twins. Both were vixens, about in their early 20's, dark hair with reddish brownish fur. They also had markings on their hands, rings that had been removed from their fingers. As I continued to Examine them, Elliot noticed a few things on the matching dressers. As he continued to scan around the place, he looked at the dresser, picking up a ring box before opening it, setting it down, and then picking up the other one before he turned to me, staring down from where he stood at me while I decided to see if anything else had been disturbed around the bodies.

''Geez, Burrows. I'm guessing they were either really good friends, or they had to be twin sisters with a thing for symmetry. Everything from their ring boxes, hand mirrors, brushes, lipstick, and even their clothing is exactly the same.''

As I looked closer, I noticed that their dresses had been made at the same place, Haddison's. Standing up, I stepped away from the stiffs and looked at the dresser. Elliot was right. Everything matched up as though they were the same person, like staring into a mirror to see your own reflection. Opening the ring boxes, I found them to be identical, both bought from Jefferson & Johnson's. However, something was bothering me. Even if the two women on the floor were twins and may have possibly been close enough to have the same things, twins always had just one thing that kept them seperate from one another. As Elliot looked around on the floor, he noticed something glinting in the light of the room, walking over to the corner before he picked up a pearl earring.

''Hey Burrows, Looks like I found what makes them Different. Is one of them missing an earring?''

Looking down, I noticed that instead, they were both missing earrings. One was the matching pearl earring, but the other one was missing an opal earring.

''Yeah. I'm guessing that even though they shared the same personal taste in everything, Jewelery was different for them. This one's missing that pearl earring. It got blood on it?''

"Nope, it's clean, which is unusual. Could have came off in a struggle. Doesn't explain why they're laying like that though. Holding hands? I'm guessing the killer wants to make a statement, huh?''

Elliot then set it back down where it was, letting the photographer take the picture for evidence as he walked over to me, tapping me on the shoulder before he pointed to the bathroom, which was dark. Nodding, I pulled out my gun slowly, kicking the door open as Elliot hit the lights. There on the mirror, written in blood was a message, one I'm assuming was meant for us. It read

''I can be seen in a reflection, as I'm always there, even when I'm not. I can be seen smiling, but from a high place. Come find me.''

''This fucker's twisted, Burrows. Think it means anything?''

Elliot asks, raising his brow as he stares at the mirror, looking at the blood, seemingly stumped by the riddle.

''Seen in reflections... There when it's not... Smiling, but from a high place... It's the moon.''

''The moon?''

Elliot turns to me with that raised brow, reaching into his pockets as he fumbles around for his cigarettes as he fishing them out of his pocket along with his lighter, placing one to his beak, but not lighting it as he turns and leaves the bathroom as I follow him, right on his heels as we both step outwards and check the apartment one last time before I spot their handbags. Opening both, I rumaged through them, finding their bottles of the cheap perfume before I find their individual wallets. I almost gave a laugh as I read their names. They were indeed twins alright, but their names explained their earrings.

''Pearl and Opal Newman. I'm guessing that's why they wore different earrings, so people could tell the difference between the two.''

Searching further into their bags, I found that only the one that belonged to pearl had a receipt to a place called the Starlight Lounge. The first place we had to check on our list was the Jewler's, Jefferson & Johnson's. Putting their things back in their proper place, I pulled out my notebook and took down the case notes, keeping them neat for when we finally nailed this guy. Whoever it was had a twisted mind, and apparently a thing for riddles and mirrors. I knew now we weren't dealing with just anyone, but we were dealing with a Serial Killer. He had to be stopped, and it also got me worrying about Eric. What if they learned about me, My secret and my lover? I couldn't let this bastard get away with it, and I knew he had to be locked up. As we stepped outside, Elliot lit his cigarette, walking over to the car as I finished my notes and followed him. Getting inside, I circled the Jewler's store name in my notebook and started the Engine.

As we took a left and started driving past all the stores, Elliot turned to me, looking into the files and putting them into the glove box before he leans his elbow out the window, staring out at the people walking on the sidewalks. He was probably thinking that they have no clue things like this happen, only what they read in the newspapers and other tabloids the news puts out and examines, cheap stories that make no sense to make the pulic keep calm about things. He sighs once before he turns to me, a feathered hand flicking the cigarette in his hand as he leans over to me.

'' I gotta say, I'm starting to doubt we'll get this all wrapped up by tonight. Bet your misses is gonna be disappointed, huh?''

'' Yeah... She hates it when I'm late... worries a lot about me if I'm not home at night...''

I hated lying to him. I couldn't tell him about Eric and the fact it was a man on man relationship. He was my best friend in the world, and I even now, I feared his reaction if I told him I had a gay lover at home. It hurt to lie, but it was better to lie then to have your only friend turn his back on you when you don't have any in a cruel town like this. We had been beat cops on the job before until we both climbed the ranks up to Homicide. We were friends since we were on the force back then, and now we were detectives, buddies to the end as far as I was concerned, and I didn't need him snooping arournd in my own personal life.

''So even after all this time, you've never introduced me to her, Burrows. She a looker?''

''Gorgeous. Soft cream colored tan fur, green eyes... a voice that could charm you straight out of your shoes...''

''Heh, sounds nice...''

He snickers and picks a few feathers from his arm, flicking them out the window as he sighs and then points to the corner, The jewelry store where our victims had boughten their rings. I pull up in the front, Getting out of the drivers side and closing the door behind me, watching myself as a car drives by me and honks the horn. Stepping on the sidewalk, I proceeded to enter the place, Elliot next to me as the woman behind the counter greets us, a sleek young squirrel with blue eyes.

''Good Morning sirs, welcome to Jefferson and Johnson's. Can I help you find anything today?''

''LAPD, Ma'am. We're here because two customers of yours were found dead this morning.''

The squirrel was shocked, putting one paw to her mouth before she nodded nervously.

''Anything I can do to help you detectives?''

''We need to know if Pearl and Opal Newman came in with one another, or if they had anyone else with them at the time. Could you tell us exactly what they bought, and who they were with?''

The squirrel nodded, Staring at Elliot with a nervous look. It was typical of them to be nervous around hawks like him, but he just shook his head, taking a drag off his cig before turning around to look at the sitting area and the other parts of the store as he wandered off.

''Both Newman Sisters came in with a man. He was about 5'8, a German shepard, Had both of them on each of his arms. He looked like quite the gentleman, and he had a crescent moon shaped scar above next to his right eye. Real smooth talker. He bought them a set of earrings, one set was pearl, the other was opal. He also bought them 2 rings made from Bright rubies. I guess he liked the color, as he insisted on the rubies instead of some of the other rings. Also, he had yellowish green eyes.''

As I looked at her face, she seemed nervous. However, she kept eye contact with me as she swallowed lightly. I could tell she was telling the truth. Typical ''I'm in trouble, aren't I'' Look a child gives their parents when they're caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

''Thank you Ma'am. Did you get this Gentleman's name?''

''I-I remember both of them calling them him Richie. I guess it was a nickname for him. I'm guessing his Name was Richard. Here, he signed this piece of paper.''

She hands me the peice of paper and I look at the signiture below. Richard Greenly was written in very well cursive, almost something a doctor would use to prescribe a perscription to someone. Considering how well the twins had been murdered, I now considered him a prime suspect. Nodding to the squirrel, I thanked her again before I signaled to Elliot and we stepped outside to the gamewell. I managed to get the office.

''Detective Burrows, Badge number 2745. I need you to find the Address of one Richard Greenly.''

'' One moment please... The Adress is 625 on 8th Street, Apartment number 7, Detective.''

I thanked the person on the other end of the line, hanging it up as we climbed in again. I was getting rather annoyed at how much gas this was using up, but I had the money on it to spare. It was still a pain in the ass to do something like this though, But I was almost positive that this guy was our man. Open and shut, we had him now. But even the most open and shut cases can be blown wide open by certain factors and other things that we tend to oversee. And though with Elliot's sharp eyes we spotted mostly everything we needed, even he missed the occassional thing here and there. As we approached the complex, I turned the car off and stepped out, looking up at the 3 story complex. I was guessing the rooms had to be pretty big, just like mine was. As we stepped inside, I spotted his name on the mailboxes outside the door. R.Greenly, Number seven, second floor. I nodded to Elliot as he followed me up the stairs and we took a right, Leading us to his door. I didn't know if he was armed or not, But Elliot was right there if I needed him to be. Pounding on his door, I shouted loud enough for him to hear me if he was inside. However, we managed to get a few looks from neighbors who had heard the noise, and curiously peeped their head out.

The door opened and a rather tall and scruffy looking german shepard stood at the door, a crescent moon scar next to his right eye as a bandage covered the left eye. He had a paw holding an icebag on his head, and he glared at us with his right eye as his brow furrowed, his voice was a little cracked, but it was still smooth, just like the squirrel had said.

''What do you fellah's want? You friends of that punk who slugged me?''

''Detectives Burrows and Lafayette, LAPD. We need to ask you a few questions.''

He gave a growl and then a huff, motioning us into the place as he stepped inside. We followed him inside to find the place rather tidy. He was wearing a doorman's vest with a tie, and he gave a small whimper as he sat down, groaning and rubbing the sore spot on his head as we took a seat across from him. He eyed us and sighed again, his voice told me that he was already annoyed by the headache he was feeling, and even more annoyed at the fact he was being questioned by the police as he spoke.

''What's this about?''

''You were last seen with Pearl and Opal Newman. You were with them last night right?"

He sat up and nodded, putting one hand onto his knee as he stared at me head on.

''Yeah, Pearl and Opal. We're all good friends, I've known them for a long time. I told them to meet tme at a bar, decided to get them both a drink. They had a few, then after that they started talking about clothing and stuff like that, figured I might as well spoil them and see if I couldn't get one or the other to like me. I've had a bit of a crush on both of them for a while now.''

''So you three knew each other for a long time, and you decided that you would go shopping with them, huh? What all did you buy for them?''

Richie stared at me in thought for a minute as he rubbed his head where the ice pack was, the bandage on his left eye slowly starting to come off due to the moisture there.

'' Two rings, both of them were rubies. I insisted on it cause the girls were a little drunk at the time, and they wanted something that matched and something that didn't. So after the rings, I got them Earrings, Pearl and Opal, to match their names so they could tell the difference. Problem is, I dunno what happened after that... We stepped out, It was getting dark when a tall guy came outta nowhere and blasted me with a right hook right in the eye... I went down, I heard the girls shouting and they picked me up and I guess they musta hitched a cab... They brought me here, and I guess they took the cab home.''

''Did you manage to get a glimpse of the cab number?''

I was hopeful he had. There were over hundreds of cabs in this town, and I had to admit finding the exact one that they were in would be nearly impossible and the trail would go cold.

''Number 22-047... I think that's the right one.''

I wrote down the cab number in my notebook, praying that all the while it was the right one before Elliot leaned forward, extinguishing his burnt out cigarrete in the ashtray on the table before he placed his elbows on his knees, putting his fingers together as he pointed at the shepard.

''You said a guy came outta nowhere and slugged you a good one, huh? What did the guy look like?''

The shepard growled as he clutched the side of his face, holding the ice pack there as he seethed.

'' 6'4, built like either a bear or a tiger would be, had to be one or the other... he was pretty big... but it was dark, so I couldn't really tell... could have been a horse or someone like that, but I don't really know...''

''Now, can you prove that you were hit? Let me take a look at that mark...''

Richie did as he was told, taking the ice back off as he then removed the bandage. His left eye was indeed swollen, and there were three marks, as though he had been clawed more over instead of punched. Those marks were going to leave scars as well, but his eye was very red, and the flesh around it turning a dark blue. After Elliot examined it closely enough, he nodded as Richie put the ice pack back on it, letting it be exposed to the open air so it wouldn't grow too infected.

''So, am I going to jail here, or what?''

The German Shepard then sat up, looking at both of us with his good eye as he stared at us, a look of anxiousness in his good eye as he seemed almost ready to try to make a break for it, should we say anything other then no.

''Well, until your story checks out with other witnesses, I'm afraid you're still a prime suspect. Vespa, watch him while I go use the phone...''

Elliot nods to me as he sits down across from Richie, the shepard giving a slight whimper as he starts talking to Elliot, his voice fading into the background as I disappear into the kitchen where the phone is. Picking up the receiver, I spun the dial and got headquarters on the line, Telling them to send a patrol man down to our location to keep an eye on our suspect, and to put a trace out on the cab. I didn't want the shepard trying to skip town or try to run should he be our man, and it only took about 5 minutes before the patrol man showed up. My personal favorite, Calloway. He was pretty fast for an otter, an honest cop and he was kinda cute. Too bad he didn't swing that way. Wish he did. Then again, he always did like to hang out with me a lot, and he never called me by my last name, always my first.

''Daniel, good to see ya. You want me to keep an eye on this guy for ya?''

''That'd be great, Calloway. Make sure he doesn't run or anything, got it?''

He gives me a wink, the one he always usually gives me when I ask him do to something for me.

''Sure thing, Husky...''

I don't know what it was, but there was somethin in the way he said husky to me that made me really wonder about him. He flicked his tailtip at me as he walked past, turning around to give me another wink as he walked into the parlor, tapping Elliot on the shoulder before he got up and walked over to me before we left. A few curious furs were out in the hall before we waved them off as they quickly scurried back into their apartments, and we walked down the stares and to the car. Getting in, I turned on the KGPL, listening to the raido for the trace to come in.

''This is car L-13, Requesting location of cab number 22-047.''

The radio crackled as the voice came back, responding to our call over the system.

''Cab number 22-047 has been spotted leaving S. 11th Street and Broadway. Requesting any cars within the area to stop the cab and hold until detectives can arrive.''

I started the car and put on the siren, tearing out of the parking lot of the complex as I drove quickly, darting past lots of cars and confused onlookers as they watched us speed by quickly until we took a sharp turn as I hit the brakes, swerving us hard as Elliot shouted a swear and mumbled agrily at me for turning so hard before I regained control and started speeding down 11th street, coming closer to the corner where I saw flashing lights and the yellow cab. I slowly applied the breaks and slowed down. As we got out, we found one of the beat cops arguing with the cab driver before we walked up to him.

''LAPD, sir. We want to ask you a few questions about yesterday.''

The cheetah eyed us with a glare, folding his arms as he tapped his foot, his tail twitching aggrivatedly as he snorted.

''Well, hurry this up, I got a lot of work to do, and if I'm not home by 9, my wife's gonna clobber me.''

''Sir, did you pick up two vixens yesterday at an apartment complex, number 7?''

He scratched his chin as he nodded.

''Yeah, I picked up two dames and a panther .Had a weird glass eye, pure white or something. I guess he seemed eager to meet the girls as though they were friends or something.''

Me and Elliot looked at one another, and then back to the cheetah, My thoughts probably the same as his as we slowly started to put things together.

''You said a panther was with them. Was he waiting outside of the same spot, or was he already in the cab?''

The cheetah unfolded his arms as he stared straight at me, still giving me that angry glare as he snorted again.

''I picked him up just a few blocks away from a bar. Seemed to be in a hurry or something. Said he'd pay me alot of money if I told him To follow the girls in another cab or somethin' like that. They went into the place with a guy who looked too drunk to walk or something. Came back out and I picked them up. Drove him and the girls to their apartment where he got out with him. Gave me $600 bucks for it.''

Got him. I knew now what to do to seal this thing and keep it closed. Open and shut, just like Elliot said it'd be.

''Did you get the panther's name?''

The cheetah nodded and put his hands into his pocket, looking back at his cab and then back at me.

''Felix Denemount.''

''Thank you for your time sir. You run back and finish so your misses won't run you over.''

The cheetah nodded as he went back to his cab, and I went back to our car. I smiled as I walked over to the gamewell on the sidewalk, Dialing KGPL and Headquarters before they finally answered.

''Give me the Address of one Felix Denemount please.''

''Right away, Detective... Address is 450 Broadway.''

I thanked them before me and Elliot ran back to the car, hopping in as he turned the car around and then started speeding towards the Address. We got him right where we want him. But where he lived was one of the classiest places in L.A., and I doubted he'd come quietly. Elliot was right beside me, loading his gun as he readied himself for this. As we pulled up to the spot, it was a large two story house with a rose garden out front. As we got out of the car, I pulled out my gun, typical pistol given to police officers. Elliot, on the other hand, used his revolver. And as far I've seen him shoot, he never needed more then one bullet to do the trick. However, this could always be a first and he'd miss. We walked up to the door and banged on it hard as I shouted through the door.

''LAPD! Felix, come out with your hands up.''

The door suddenly opened slowly before it swung open not a single person in the doorway as it started to close again. I kicked it back open, Elliot following behind me as we heard a smooth voice suddenly echo throughout the

Large house.

''Come in Detectives... Won't you be so kind as to join me in the Lounge?...''

It could only be Felix. He wanted us to go in there, to go into a trap. However, I knew better then to just enter wildly. As I signaled to Elliot to check upstairs, I slowly made my way through the living room, passing a rather nice television set before I came to two large wooden doors, each handle made out of some kind of Large cut diamond. I kicked open the door to find a Rather tall panther pointing a Revolver at me from his chair, the gun cocked as he sat there, taking a drag off his cigar before he set it down, the fireplace behind him crackling. There was a few things upon a table, and I noticed that one of them was a shining straight razor in a case, as though it had just been polished. I also spotted the opal earring missing from Opal Newman's body as it lay next to the straight razor in the box, shining with the lights reflection as it beamed down upon it. I kept my gun pointed at him as he raised the gun towards me, his white glass eye staring back at me with murderous intent along with his good eye, which a deep pool of yellow with a black pit at the middle.

''I assure you detective, I'm quite the expert marksman. Drop it and kick it over here.''

I really had no choice. The many trophies on the shelves did explain how well he was at shooting. I dropped my gun and kicked it over to him, letting it slide over to his feet as he never took his eyes off me. Putting his footpaw gently on the gun, he scooted it underneath his chair as he motioned for me to sit into one of his chairs. I sat down, staring at him intently as he started speaking.

''I'm assuming your here because you solved my little riddle in the mirror did you. Did you ever find out what it was, detective?''

''It was the moon. The moon can be seen in the mirror, and it's always there, even when it's not.'' I said, a small hint of confidence in my voice as I stared back at him.

The panther shook his head, looking at me with a devilish smirk, Holding up one finger as he kept his revolver aimed at my forehead.

''Strike one, detective. It's not the moon.''

I sat there and thought for a minute before speaking, almost positive that this one had to be the right answer, seeing as it was what the moon did reflect light from.

''The sun.''

Felix gave a laugh before his face turned serious again, cocking the hammer back as his finger went to the trigger, threatening to squeeze it as he raised another finger on his hand. My mind raced as my face kept my cool. But inside my head, my mind was exploding. What if he killed me and Elliot? What if he killed us both and got away? What if he found Eric and killed him? I couldn't let him get the better of me as I tried to analyze what I could to do him that'd allow me to make a get away, or at least to where I could get close enough to fight him. I doubted I'd be able to do anything before he smirked at me again.

''Strike two, detective...''

I could feel my gut wrench between two decisions I had come up with, but which one was correct? As I let the words slip from my mouth, I severely regretted what I was saying. I knew in matter of mere seconds I'd be dead. It was a horrible thought, and I thought if I dived out of the way in time, I could possibly take cover behind his desk if I needed to. As I readied myself to dive, I said the words.

''The Stars?''

I couldn't believe my luck at what happened next. As Felix raised the thrid finger on his hand, and uttered the words, ''Strike three,'' I dived out of the chair quickly as he pulled the trigger, a loud bang going off before I felt a ripping pain in my arm. The bastard had shot me! As I landed hard on the floor with a thud, I clutched my arm. He had merely nicked me with the bullet, leaving a deep cut before he stood up quickly. However, he didn't anticipate I would come alone. Elliot opened the door by kicking it in quickly, his revolver drawn as he pulled the trigger, his eyes completely focused on the target as the loud bang echoed through the room, hitting Felix as he gave a deep gasp before he fell backwards into the chair, the bullet hitting the left part of his chest as it went through the back and into the chair, leaving the panther dead.

''You alrigh Burrows?''

I pant as I sit up, clutching my arm as I looked up at Elliot. Good old Elliot, always having my back. He just saved my life, and now I guess I had to repay him somehow. I figured that after saving my life, I should tell him who I am and who my lover is... But I couldn't. I was just too afraid.

''Yeah... Mmmfh, guy shot me.. It's just a nick though, I'll recover. Get the cheif and others down here, tell them we solved this case....''

As I stood up, I noticed something about the dead panther. His eye was pure white. It was his eye. His eye wasn't there, but he could still see with the other eye... He was tall... smiling down from a high place... and he could see it in his reflection.... It was his eye. As I came to that realization, Elliot had picked up the phone and already dialed the numbers up. It was about ten minutes before they all showed up, Calloway, the Cheif, the Coroner and a few other cops who sealed off the house. The Cheif noticed my arm and told me to go get to a hospital for them to look at it. I gave Elliot the notebook and the Case files so he could finish up with the cheif, but Calloway came with me. I told him to take my car, and we pulled away from the scene before he looked at my arm, the otter's brown eyes showed some kind of worry in them as he kept his eyes on my arm and the road.

''It doesn't look too bad, Daniel. Here, We'll go to my place, and I'll take a look at it. Coroner's been showing me a few things, so I might be able to replace him when he gets too old.''

I was in too much pain from the stinging sensation to disagree, and he drove me to his house. It was a nice house, one story with One master bedroom. Calloway lived by himself, and it made me wonder why he hadn't met a girl yet to get hitched with. As we pulled into the drive way, he helped me get out of the car, Taking my arm and hugging it unusually. I was starting to get thoughts in my head that I put at the back of my mind. It was getting dark, and I wanted to just get it over with. He took me to his bedroom, pulling up a stool as he turned on the light and I removed my jacket, exposing my wound to him as I rolled up my shirt. He pours me a scotch, telling me that It'll help with the pain. As I take a sip of the drink, it burn my throat as he puts antiseptic on my cut that makes it sting like he had set it on on fire. I seethe heavily as he tells me to stop moving around and he applies a little more, spreading it evenly before it covers the wound cleanly. As he takes his time, he takes mine as well, and after two scotches I'm feeling a little more then buzzed. I watch him as his eyes show concern for me, but something else is hidden, that look a loved one gives you when they're worried about you, and want to comfort you in some way. He gives me a sad smile as he finishes wrapping the bandage around my arm, giving it a gentle pat.

''There ya go.. good as new...''

He says, slowly letting go of my arm before he suddenly takes my hand, rubbing his cheek against it. I love the feeling of his soft fur, and my mind goes back to those places I tried to forget. I cup his cheek as I look at him, and his eyes suddenly stare back into mine, my hand gently rubbing his cheek, my fingers running through that soft fur as I start to lean in towards him my lips slowly letting the only word escape from them before

''Thanks....''

It's all I say before I can't stand it. Calloway's so damn fucking cute, that otter face Pulling me in before I kiss him on the lips. He murrs softly, his webbed hands gently undoing my tie as he pulls off my hat to follow, making me pull him close. I know I'm drunk, and I can't stop myself. My concience is screaming at me to stop, but my body and mind won't let me. Calloway strips me bare as he sheds his own clothing except for a navy blue thong, his tight buldge in his thong cups his balls and sheath pefectly as he pushes our bodies onto his bed, rubbing against one another as the night takes over. His tongue flickers against mine as he pulls his thong to the side to let me feel his cock slide free from his sheath poke against mine as it slides out of my sheath, My feeling betraying me as I roll on top of him and cup his cheek again. I want to know what he tastes like. I lower myself until his length is at my maw, and I wrap my muzzle around it, my left hand pushing down on his groin as my index finger and thumb make an ok sign around his cock as I start to suck gently, my tongue pressing against that salty otter flesh as I start to give him what could be the only blowjob he ever received before as he moans louder then anything, his back arching as he shivers in my grasp as he starts to thrust into my face, humping it as I enjoy and relish the feeling of being with him.

My tongue does slow circles around the head of his cock, poking into the slit at the very tip as it rubs the sensitive muscles right underneath as his precum starts to drench my tongue, making me crave more as my own hand starts to pump my hardening cock as I squeeze my knot tightly,murring at the sensations. The vibrations of my throat muscles as they wrap around Calloway's cock sends his whole body tingling with delight as he keeps moaning, grabbing a pillow and moaning into it as he blushed a deep red. I pull off for only a few seconds to tell him to stop. I wanna hear his voice, his moaning and screams of pure lust and pleasure as I scoot closer to him. My right hand slips into that thong and gives his ass a tight squeeze as I push it upwards, forcing him to hump my mouth harder each time as I start to deep throath the smaller otter, and he bucks eagerly upwards into my mouth as I let him do as he pleases. He starts panting as I can feel his balls starting to swell, and he's so ready to blow he wants nothing more then to fill my muzzle with his hot, sticky load, his breathing and his heartbeat so loud they both start pounding in my ears as I can hear his short bursts of breath and I feel his heartbeat as his cock pulsates in rhythm as it twitches on my tongue. I start sucking his cock hard and fast, the scent of his otter musk driving me wild as he squirms beneath me, moaning loudly as his tail twiches along with his whiskers as he suddenly starts panting before he gives out a loud cry. His soft, tan colored balls press against my lips as I feel them throb along with his cock in my maw as he shoots his load deep into the back of my throat and onto my tongue as I swallow most of it, savoring the taste of his otter cum as he grips the sheets tightly, panting as he begs me to take him. I pull off his member, letting his cum drip off my tongue back onto his cock and letting it run down his length onto his balls and onto those sheets as his eyes are shut so tightly he tilts his head to the side.

I can't help but grant his wish. Pulling him into my lap, I sit on the edge of the bed as I pull him against me, his back to my chest, as I pull that thong just a little more out of the way, letting it stay to one side as I line my cock up with his tailhole. Grabbing his length, I take some of the saliva and cum mixture from there and rub it onto my my own length, lubing myself up pretty well before I press into him and he moans like a bitch, his arm wrapping upwards around my neck as his hand meets the back of my head as he softly starts to scratch the back of my ears, a major turn on point for me as I slowly start to thrust upwards into his warm, tight ass as he stradles me, pushing downwards as he starts to ride me. I don't know if he was still a virgin, considering I noticed how well he was riding me, Squeezing it tightly with his ass as I pulled back before he loosed up as I thrust back into him, but he felt so tight I could only imagine he had to be. I was only 5 years older then Calloway, He was only 23. So young, and yet, so handsome and sharp. Hell, I bet if he worked hard enough, he could become a detective up in the ranks with me, I told myself as I continued to fuck the otter in my lap as his other paw shot to his groin as he started to stroke himself, moaning and panting as he bounced in my lap.

''Uh..uh...uh... Ungh, Daniel... Mmmmfh, fuck me.... right there.. oooh yeaaah...''

Hearing him say all those things made me wanna just erupt then and there, and I was ready. I started to thrust faster now, my paws gripping his ass as I leaned back slightly, thrusting upwards and using my powerful legs to buck upwards into his tight, soft furred rump as I moaned myself, my cock throbbing hard as I could feel my balls starting to tingle along with my groin, and I knew I was getting closer and closer with each passing second as he kept telling me to fuck him hard, and he kept stroking himself as his paw started to move faster and faster along his already half spent length that was now hard again. He wanted to cum again, and have me fill him up and make him feel whole. I didn't want to refuse Calloway for a second, and my mind had lost any sense as I wanted him for my own tonight, just me and the otter, no one else. Calloway turns his head and gives me a kiss on the lips, letting his tongue run against my own, some of his otter cum still left on my tongue as he gets a strong taste of himself, murring at the saltiness of it as he enjoys his own flavor, along with the taste of my own lips and tongue. It's too much. I moan into the kiss before we split apart, his arm tightening around my neck as his back arches again as I howl loudly, the tight ass around my cock too much before I suddenly thrust hard into him one last time, knotting him to me as I shoot my load into his ass, ten thick, hot ropes of husky cum that fill him up as he moans and shuts his eyes tightly as mine close as well and I pull him down onto the bed with me as I continue to buck into him.

''Daniel....I.. ove...ou...''

I don't hear the full words as I'm too exhausted from what happened earlier, and all I know is I want him to stay with me. I nuzzle his neck softly and give it a gentle lick, murring happily as he squirms around and presses against me before he falls asleep in my arms, my arms wrapped around him as I sigh softly, falling into slumber.

I slowly open my eyes and suddenly a pain runs through me. Not in my arm, but my mind and heart. I looked down to see that my knot was gone now, but my barely erect tip was still inside the sleeping otter my arms were around. What have I done? I just... had sex with calloway... I was too drunk to realize what I was doing, or what I had done... I was angry and confused. He brought me here so this would happen. He got me drunk and took advantage of the situation... No... I couldn't blame Calloway. He was too sweet and cute... I found him the attractive one, and I wanted to. I had for a while now, I wanted to know what it was like to make love to him, to such a kind person who opened their home to me and took care of me as well... it was all of the kind things such a cute person did for me that made me do this... it was my own fault. I quietly got up, slowly moving out of the bed to put my clothes back on as I knew I couldn't go home like this. Calloway's scent was all over me, and I could tell that Eric was going to be furious when he found out. I couldn't let him know... I couldn't believe what I had done. The only thing I could think of was to go to Elliot's and tell him the truth. As I sighed deeply, I started the engine and pulled out of the driveway, heading towards Elliot's with only these words on my mind.

''What will Eric say?....''