I Choose You: Vol 1 Three for Me
I Choose You
Vol. 1: Three for Me
Written by: Vixentamer
Attention! This furfiction contains intense depictions of blood, gore, non-consenusal sexual activity and murder. Reader's Discretion is strongly advised! If you are not 18 years of age or older click the back button now, the rest of you continue on at your own discretion. This is only a story. I do not condone, promote, nor engage in any kind of activity presented in this story. It is a figment of my extremely fucked up imagination... I hope you all enjoy it... heh heh.
It started out as any ordinary day. I didn't know what to do. This often happens. I don't know, maybe it is because I'm so much smarter than everyone else. Pursuits that normally hold people's attention just don't do it for me... I need something a little more engaging than an X-box 360 to get me wired... I enjoy the hunt.
Now you're probably wanting to know what that means right? Well, since the dawn of time we have hunted to survive, or some of us do anyway. We hunted first as our feral selves, then later man decided to play God and now we have real-life furres walking around... we still hunt to survive, nothing will ever change our feral instinct, no layers of emotion, of sentient thought... nothing can cover up that drive which we all feel.
The drive to kill.
...but I'm getting ahead of myself there, on this day I knew nothing of the satisfaction bringing one's life to an end can bring... I had never even thought about it... though I guess in my sub-concious it had always lurked there..
...but back to this day, this day like any other... or so I thought.
I was walking down a crowded sidewalk when I saw them first get out of their car... three gorgeous vixens; One dark red furred, one the deepest black, and the last an exquisite blonde.
I stopped walking and watched as they laughed to one another about some joke the red one had told, then they shut the doors to the car and started to walk into the club nearby. As soon as they opened the door my ears were bombarded by loud thumping bass and energetic electronica. Normally I would steer clear of such places. I don't care for clubs much... I much rather prefer a nice bottle of champagne... but I had just seen the three most beautiful vixen I had ever seen walk into this establishment, and that was enough to get me to brave the horrendous music.
I walked up to the club and handed the big muscled bulldog at the door a ten dollar bill. He opened the door and I walked inside. At first I wanted to turn around and leave. The music that assaulted my eardrums was that bad, and that loud, but I was on a mission, so I forced that feeling down and stepped forward, scanning the club for the three I'd seen enter. It didn't take long to find them.
They were standing in front of the wooden bar to the far end of the building, beside the crowded dance floor, where furries of all shapes and sizes gyrated to the electronic tones of the music that was offending my ears.
I walked over to the bar, coming to a stop at a position about fourteen stools down from the three beautiful vixen. I leaned over the bar and asked the bartender, an aging greyhound, to make me a drink, what I didn't care, but I did request one of the crystal glasses hanging on the hooks at the back of the bar.
The greyhound grabbed one of the glasses and poured a dark liquor into it. Then he added several other things, and sat the glass in front of me.
I sighed. Usually I wouldn't be caught dead with anything less than straight vodka. "....these chicks better be worth it." I thought. I took a crumpled five from my pocket and tossed it at the bartender. "...keep the change." I said. Then I picked up the glass and took a quick swig.
It was all I could do to keep from spitting the foul mixture on the bar.
This was some nasty shit. "How can anyone drink this shit..." I thought.
I looked around and pulled the glass under the bar. Then I quickly dumped about half of the contents on the floor.
Hey, I don't have to clean it up right?
Then I rested my elbows on the bar and tilted the crystal glass a bit toward me. The recently vacated contents ensured that I didn't wind up wearing my drink. I just caught the reflection of the three vixen's in the shiny crystal.
This was an old trick I learned in college. ...get caught staring at a girl and it is over. I moved the glass slightly, almost as if focusing a camera... it worked, and the blurry, fragmented blobs of color solidified into the three beautiful vixens... well two of them anyway. On closer inspection he black one was a a little round for my tastes, not bad, but I am a very picky furry. She was clad in a pair of white stretch pants and a green belly shirt.
Why is it that the ones who really shouldn't wear clothing like that are the ones who do it so frequently?
The black one was the only disappointment though, the other two were just as beautiful as I'd thought they were. The red one was about my height, and wore a black skirt that fell to her knees. Her ample breasts seemed about to burst from the thin red top she wore. Her attitude screamed "I'm looking for someone to fuck." The blonde one was a bit younger than I'd thought, perhaps about eighteen, if that. ...but she was no less awe inspiring. She wore a very short pink skirt and a loose pink t-shirt that dipped down low to show a bit of cleavage. All three of them were talking, and hadn't noticed me.
Now, all of this I observed within about two minutes, off the side of a glass... nice huh? Sometimes I find I turn myself on with my abilities... but back to the story...
I stomached another small gulp of the horrendous drink and pondered my options. As I stated before, the black one didn't quite fit my standards, so she was out. The red one was absolutely stunning... but by observing her behavior, I'd gathered that she was the dominant of the group, it wouldn't do to go after her either. That left the young blonde, which all in all wasn't a bad choice at all.
I sipped my drink again and sat it on the bar. I wasn't enjoying it, and it had served it's purpose.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, mentally running through what I would say to the blonde to get her back to my home that night.
Now, it bears mentioning that I have never been turned down by a fair member of the opposite sex. Something about me just grabs them I guess. I pride myself on this fact, and it is the subject of much discussion among those in my circle of friends.
I stood up and walked toward them, careful not to look in their direction and thus give my intentions away. I glanced at them and they all three smiled, and I walked right past them.
Now I'm going to stop there because I'm sure you all are screaming why? ...right? If I wanted to achieve my goal, why didn't I just walk up and talk? The answer to that is simple. If I had done that then I would've most certainly been shot down. Rule number two, again something I picked up in college... never look interested at first... females can pick up the "I want to fuck you" feeling from a mile away. It's better to let them think you happened to be in the club and "Oh shit, there's some hot chicks... let's go talk to them. Women dig that shit a lot more than someone who is blatantly obvious... at the core they enjoy being our prey, a fact I would come to realize meant a lot more than I knew... but again I'm getting ahead of myself...
I walked up to the dance floor and attempted to mimic the horrible gyrations these furries liked to call dancing... I took four years of dancing classes... believe me, this was not dancing, I looked like I was having a seizure... but it served its purpose. As I glanced out of the corner of my eye I saw the three vixens had forgotten all about me.
I smiled, the first part of my mission had been a success, now for the rest of it. I continued to "dance" until I had built up a bit of a sweat and was starting to breathe hard. Then I stopped.
I walked over to the bar as another of the terrible "songs" started up, and tossed a dollar at the barkeeper. "...water." I said, I would have liked to have some alcohol to steady my nerves, but my taste-buds were still reminding me of my last encounter with what, in this club, passed for booze, so I refrained.
The barkeeper gave me a glass of water and I gulped it down quickly.
The blonde vixen smiled and set her drink down on the bar. "My, you're thirsty aren't you?" She said.
Rule number three, let them make the first move, let them think it was their idea to communicate, attract them, don't force them, bait them, don't shoot them... yet.
I smiled and swallowed the water, then set the empty glass on the counter. "Yeah, that last dance just sucked it right out of me."
She laughed and nodded. "Yeah, that's a fast song."
I nodded and smiled back.
The black one frowned and cut in then. "...so I don't think I've ever seen you before... what's your name?" She asked.
I smiled at her. "My name is Jackson." I said. "Jackson Milova, my friends call me Jack."
The red one laughed. "Now that's just horrible." She said.
I frowned. "...excuse me?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Look Jack, I'm twenty-two, you think I can't spot foxes like you by now?"
"What are you talking about?" The blonde one asked.
The red one shook her head. "...Kaele, just trust me, you don't want to talk to this guy."
Rule number four, always keep your ears open for information, even while being shot down. I now knew my prey's name, Kaele."
I smiled again. "...and why is that?" I asked.
The black one chipped in then. "...because you're just like every other no
good scum licking male out there in the clubs, you'll fuck her and leave her... probly won't even wait till morning, huh?"
Wow, this was surprising... she had me to a T.
I just chuckled. "Well I'm not sure that's warranted." I said. "I haven't even learned your names yet... little soon for that move isn't it?"
"....bullshit." The red one said. "You know what gives you away? Your fucking suit you prick. Nobody that likes this kind of music comes into this club dressed like a damn company president or something... you're after tail, and my little sister isn't on the fuckin' menu so back off."
Remember what I said about keeping your ear open for information? ...Kaele was the red one's little sister... had I known that I wouldn't have went after her... bad move, but oh well, couldn't be helped now.
"Hey Rose, take it easy." Kaele said. "He didn't even talk to me. I talked to him."
God I loved this Kaele already.
Rose just huffed. "Yeah, bet the fucker planned it that way too, didn't you?" She asked. "You fuckin planned this whole thing out when you were sitting down there with your drink didn't you you fuckin bastard."
Damn, this bitch was getting on my nerves. I don't take disrespect well.
I started to say something, but I stopped. For the first time I was at a complete loss as to what to say.
Kaele's eyes lit up and she scowled. "She's right isn't she?" She asked. "You do just want to fuck me, well fuck you ya bastard."
Okay, now I was pissed.
"What else do you fuckin expect when you come out with your ass hanging out of your fuckin skIrt?" I asked. "You look like a fuckin street whore. If you expect to be treated like a lady maybe you should try dressing like one ya bitch."
Rose growled. "Say one more word to my sister and I'll cut your fuckin cock off you fuckin prick." She said. "So help me God I'll make you swallow the fuckin thing."
The black one stepped up and put her hands on Rose's shoulders. "Now Rose, calm down, no need to get that excited over a worthless son of a bitch like this." She said.
Rose slapped her friends hands away. "Storm, leave me the fuck alone." She said.
She glared at me. "Just turn and fuckin go you fuckin asshole, and don't let me ever catch you talking to Kaele again or so I swear to God and all his fuckin angels it'll be the last time you speak to anyone."
"I can't believe guys like you." Kaele said. "I'm a whore? I'm a bitch? Fuck you you fuckin cock sucker, that supposed to be some kind of fuckin pick up line or somethin?"
Rose turned and placed her hand on Kaele's shoulder. "Kaele, go out onto the dance floor, I'll handle this prick and you can come back when he's gone."
Kaele nodded and stood. "...fuck you!" She yelled, throwing up her middle finger before turning and walking over to the dance floor.
I just stared after her.
Rose did something then that I'm sure she regretted later. ...she slapped me in the face.
"Get your fuckin eyes off her you fuckin bastard." She said.
I smirked. "Lookin ain't a crime bitch." I said. I was beyond being nice
and gentlemanly at this point.
Rose glared at me again. "When it involves my little sister it is and I'm about to throw the fuckin book at you, last time, leave, right fuckin now."
I looked around and laughed. "Ha ha, where's your fuckin book?" I asked.
She turned. "He is." She said.
A huge doberman stood behind the two girls. "Hey Roskoe, git this guy the fuck out of here before I kill his fucking ass." At this, Rose pulled a switch blade from her boot and flicked it open. "On second thought let's just fuckin let him stay here and I'll skin the son of a bitch alive."
Roskoe grabbed her arm. "Rose, put that damn thing away." He said. He
ain't worth it. I got this."
Roskoe picked me up and carried me to the door, then threw me out into the alleyway and slammed the door.
I stood up and brushed off my suit, bewildered. That had never happened to me... never, no one had ever refused me, and then slapped me, and then the bitch fuckin' threatened my life with a goddamn switchblade? FUCK HER! FUCK HER AND HER FUCKIN' FRIEND...
...and above all else...
...FUCK HER FUCKING LITTE SISTER!
I straightened my tie and growled.
This could not go unanswered... but I needed time to prepare...
The next time I was in town was nearly three weeks later. I sat on a bench near the club, the heavy thumping of their despicable music still assaulting my eardrums, even through the damn door. I was clad in a black trench coat, collar pulled up over my face, hat pulled low over my eyes.
I saw them approach at around 7pm. I had been sitting there for about two hours. They got out, laughing about something, then walked inside. I stood up. ....show time.
I walked over to their car. They'd kindly chosen to park it in the alley
beside the club and that would make things much easier.
I looked around, but I could spot no one in the darkness. I withdrew a small hammer from my coat and swung it into the window, shattering it in one blow.
I looked around and seeing that no one was running toward the sound I reached through the shattered window and unlocked the driver side door. Then I climbed in and shut it.
I set to work quickly, no telling when the girls would come out of the club, it might be a bad night, it could be minutes, it could be hours. In any case I worked fast.
I popped the console off the bottom of the dash and withdrew a trio of small gray canisters from my jacket, then I stuck my hands up into the dash and set the canisters in front of the air-conditioning vents. The canisters had a small gray box on top, from which three wires ran, the three wires became six, then nine as the three canisters were twisted around one another. The nine wires were twined tightly around one another about a foot down the cables, then the wires were covered by think black insulation. The insulation ended in a small alligator clip, which I fed through a hole in the firewall.
I replaced the console, stood up and pulled the lever to pop the hood open. Then walked around to the front of the car. After a minute of searching I finally located the alligator clip and picked it up, then I pulled the wire through the hole and clipped the alligator clip to the starter of the car.
I shut the hood and closed the door. That took care of the first part of my plan. There were three parts. The second would have to wait for a bit, and the third... the third would be oh so sweet. I walked back to the bench in front of the club and sat down, ready to wait...
...it was nearly 1am before the girls appeared again, laughing again. For such bitches they seemed to be awful happy about something all the damn time.
They walked over to the car and I got up, making my way slowly across the street. I was within hearing distance when red noticed the number I'd done on her window.
"...son of a bitch!" She yelled.
"...what?" The other two asked.
"...look at my fuckin' window!" She screamed again. "Goddamn fuckin' thieves."
"Well was there anything for them to
steal?" Blackie asked.
Red shook her head. "...no, no, I took my purse in with me tonight... thank God, got the rent in the damned thing."
"Well that wouldn't have been good." Kaele said.
"No it wouldn't have," red said. "Unless you like getting evicted and living on the street."
She kicked the side of the car, denting the fender. "God fuckin damn it all!" She screamed.
Kaele put her hand on her sister's shoulder. "Hey, take it easy Rose." She said. "It's okay, it's a broken window. They didn't take anything, and we're safe... it happens in this city."
Red shook her head. "Yeah... yeah, whatever, let's just go."
She opened the door and scraped the glass out of the seat, then she sat down. The other two piled into the car and red started it up.
There was a faint pop, barely distinguishable from the car engine unless you were listening for it... then the car began to fill with a gray gas. The smashed window gave a little ventilation, but not enough. The car was soon full of the gray gas which hung in the open air of the car like some sinister fog.
I walked quickly into the club through the back door and stuck my hand in my pocket, grasping the cold handle of the 9mm pistol that was in it.
I took a deep breath and stepped out into the bar area. The doberman was sitting at a booth, counting bills. He stood when I entered.
"Hey you, you're that fuckin prick I tossed out of here." He said. "We're closed and you're not welcome here, get the fuck out."
I smiled. "...no." I said.
The doberman growled. "Are you going to make me throw you out again then?" He asked.
"...that won't be necessary." I said. Then I pulled the gun from my pocket, a four inch silencer screwed into its barrel. I pulled the trigger once and the gun jumped in my hand.
The doberman never knew what hit him. The first round caught him just below the eye and blew the back of his head all over the money sitting on the counter.
He dropped to the floor and didn't move.
I turned to walk out of the club, and then stopped.
After thinking for a moment I walked back over to the booth and stuffed the bills in the pockets of my jacket, then I left.
During this time the car had cleared of the gray smoke and the three female vixen lay in the car, unconscious. I opened the door and caught red as she fell to the ground. I picked her up and cradled her in my arms, then I turned and threw her to the ground behind the car. She landed with a satisfying crunch and her head slammed into the pavement.
I smiled. "...you're going to feel that one later." I said quietly. I quickly removed the other two vixen and tied their hands and feet together. Then I fitted them with gags.
No sense in taking any chances.
I tied up red and popped the trunk of the car open. Then I threw each of them into the trunk and slammed the trunk...
...it wouldn't close.
I slammed it again harder, but it just bounced back up, nearly catching me in the face. I looked down and smiled.
The blackie's hands had been sticking out. I had slammed the trunk on her wrists. One of them was certainly broken and I could imagine the other probably was too.
"Oh well... fuck you all." I said. Then I slammed the trunk closed.
I walked over and opened the driver's side door and sat down. I grasped the key that still stuck out of the ignition and turned the car over.
This time there was no pop, no hiss, no gray gas... only the rumbling sound of the engine coming to life.
I smiled and put the car in gear...
...it was another four hours before the females began to wake up. That gas was good stuff.
Red was the first to realize her predicament, and she started screaming and yelling, cursing and threatening. I just smiled and laughed at her.
While the girls were asleep I had been busy. I had them in the cellar of my home, way out in the boondocks, no one around for miles, so she could scream all she wanted.
Red was suspended from the ceiling in a spread eagle fashion, ropes ran from her wrists over the beams of the ceiling. Her legs were tied around the ankles to heavy metal rings I'd installed in the floor. Blackie hung a short distance away, hanging in the air, suspended by her broken wrists. She hadn't woken up yet, and so she swung slowly, back and forth. Kaele was tied against the wall of the cellar, but she was allowed to sit. She wasn't conscious either. The three vixen still wore the clothing that they'd come to the club in. Red wore the same black skirt she'd worn when we'd met, and a green top. She also wore her high black boots from that encounter. Blackie wore a simple jeans and t-shirt combo, and Kaele, much to my delight, wore the same pink skirt and shirt that she'd gotten my attention in some weeks earlier.
Red continued to scream and soon she'd roused blackie, who started cursing me unlike anyone I'd ever heard.
It made me laugh.
It was almost an hour more before Kaele finally blinked her eyes and opened them wide. Oddly enough she didn't scream and yell...
...she started to cry. not he tears pouring down your face fake-ass movie-star crying, but the slow, racking sobs of complete and total terror.
I nearly shook with glee.
Now that the three of them were awake, the fun could begin. I had so
much planned for us tonight, and morning was quickly approaching. I would have to work fast.
I walked over to red and slapped her in the face. That cut off her screaming and swearing fairly quickly. I grabbed her muzzle roughly and pulled it up so that she was looking into my eyes. "You fucking bitch." I said. Then I slapped her again. "You shouldn't have fucked with me." I said. Then I slapped her again. "...fucking slap me?" I growled, then I reared back and slapped her as hard as I could, drawing a yelp of pain from her muzzle. I dropped her head and it hung against her chest. She was dazed from the blows and didn't say anything. I walked over to Kaele and untied her wrists, pinning her to the wall. Then I pulled her over to the table near the wall that she'd been tied to. I bent her over the edge of the table and tied retied her ankles to the legs of the table, spreading them wide. Then I tied her wrists to the other legs. Surprisingly the eighteen year old vixen offered very little resistance.
Red had gathered her wits again and was screaming at the top of her lungs. The screaming only increased when I grabbed Kaele's pink skirt and ripped it from her body. The young vixen whimpered and and pulled her silk panties down to her ankles. I turned to red. "I always get what I want." I said. "...no bitch has ever turned me down, ever!" I yelled. Then I dropped my trench coat.
I wore nothing underneath it, and my cock stood proudly, already aroused from the beating I'd given red and the sight of Kaele's small little pussy. I grabbed Kale's hips and without preamble sunk my rod past her sweet lips.
God's she was tight.
She was no virgin, that much was quickly apparent, but then dress the way she was I didn't really expect her to be.
I started thrusting wildly into her and she began to cry in pain. I beat the young vixen against the table viciously, then I stopped, my thick rod jammed to the hilt inside her. I grabbed a jar from the table and spread the contents on her tiny little asshole, then I dropped the jar to the floor, where it shattered.
Red was really screaming now, cursing my mother and father, telling me she was going to gut me and eat me alive, all kinds of fucked up shit.
I reached over to the side of the table and picked up the twelve gauge shotgun that set against the wall. Then I started pushing myself in and out of her again, rougher than before. Kaele was completely unprepared when I jammed the barrel of the shotgun deep in her virgin ass.
She screamed as the think barrel tore her asshole open, but that didn't matter much. I thrust into her again, but this time as I pulled out I pulled the trigger of the shotgun.
The sound was almost deafening in the small room. Kaele screamed and her pussy clamped down so hard on my cock I thought it might be torn off. I howled and jammed it deep into her again.
The shotgun was used for scaring off stray dogs that wandered onto my property. It was loaded with rock salt.
The salt had to be burning her insides, tearing them apart. The shotgun was semi-automatic, and as I buried myself in her again I pulled the trigger a second time.
This time some of the salt must have penetrated deeply into her, because when she screamed she coughed up a mouthful of blood. I pulled the shotgun from her ruined ass and set it against her shoulder. The blood slicked barrel resting just below the back of her ear.
I thrust into her again, as deeply as I could and felt myself climax, as I pumped my hot seed deep into her womb I pulled the trigger again.
The third shell in the shotgun was in case the dogs didn't leave, it was
fille with 00 buckshot.
The young vixen cried in pain as my seed filled her, then her head veritably exploded, splattering the wall in front of her, her back, and my chest with blood and grayish brain matter.
I pulled out of her tight pussy and let the remainder of my cum splash across her back. Then I turned around.
Red was shocked beyond words at what had happened and had finally
stopped her screaming. ...but blackie decided to start in.
I just turned and leveled the shotgun at her belly. She screamed and I pulled the trigger.
Her stomach exploded and she chocked up blood, the thick spittle dripping out of her muzzle and staining her white t-shirt.
I walked across the room and rested the barrel between her legs. She looked up at me, and with her eyes, pleaded.
I don't do mercy.
I pulled the trigger and her pussy disentegrated. Her legs flopped backwards, barely attached, her ass hanging in tatters from the ruined flesh. Blackie was fading fast, and I really had no interest in her, so I belted her in the face withe the bitt of the shot gun and tossed it to the floor.
I crossed the room again and came to where red was hanging.
She was still quiet as I set to work ripping her clothing from her body. When I was through I stepped back and took a moment to admire her. Indeed she was as beautiful as I'd thought she would be. She had full round breasts and a delightful little rise of muscle just above her white furred pussy. I stepped up to her and kissed her left breast, pulling it into my mouth and sucking on her nipple gently, but she still remained silent. Hell, she didn't even say anything when I jammed my cock in her and started fucking her. I thrusted into her for a bit before I decided she needed to make some noise. I opened my mouth around her breast and bit down, gently at first, then I tore deep into her left breast, shaking my head side to side, ripping the tender flesh from her body, my face coated in her hot blood.
She screamed then, oh did she scream.
The sudden and intense pain made her clamp her pussy around my cock and I resumed my thrusting, more wildly than before. As I did so I grasped her right breast with my hand and extended my claws into her soft flesh. As I continued to fuck her I tightened my grip, filling my palm with blood. Then I began twisting my claws. By the time I spurted my seed into her I'd mangled her breast so badly you could hardly tell that's what it was. I stepped back and spit on her ruined chest. My cum leaked from her pussy, dripping to the cold cement floor. I stepped in front of her again and reached down to the top of her boot, hoping it was there...
...it was.
I pulled the switchblade free of it's sheath and flicked it open. Then I held it close to her eye. "Now bitch, do you remember what you fucking threatened me with?" I asked.
She was too far in shock to do much but nod and shake.
I smiled. "Well I'm going to do it to you." I said. Then, without warning I dropped my hand and sunk the blade between her lips, driving it deep into her pussy.
She howled and screamed as I began to thrust the six inch knife in and out of her, fucking her with her own blade.
The sharp edge quickly mutilated and destroyed her sensitive clit and mutilated her tight walls. Blood flowed out of her in a steady torrent now, coating my hand quickly. I glanced down and saw that the blade was no longer in between her lips, but slightly above them. The thrusting motion had caused the blade to saw upwards, something I hadn't really planned on... but fuck it, I went with it. I started sawing with earnest now and soon the blade was buried in her snow white mound. A few more seconds and it was in her waist. The cut continued upward and got noticeably easier when I reached her belly. I nearly un-zipped her in one thrust. The blade got caught on her sternum, so I pulled it out and sliced the skin and muscle between her breasts, then jammed the knife into the hollow of her throat, just above her collar bone.
Red was fading fast, so I jerked the knife upward and lodged it in the base of her muzzle, slicing her trachea in two.
She hung there and her eyes went wide. Her beautiful body was in ruins. Her guts were spilling out of the massive incision I'd made in her belly, her ruined breasts hung in tatters from her chest and her once tight pussy had been completely destroyed. I stood there and watched as she sputtered, choking on the blood that filled her throat. I ran my hand over my cock and soon was at full errection again. A few minutes later I growled and spurted cum all over her sweet face. A few minutes after that the light faded from her eyes...
...so now you know how it all began. How I became a hunter, how I was awakened to my true purpose in life.
The humans made us they civilizled us, taught us to read and write... but they forgot our primal instinct. Deep down we are what we are, we are not human, we are animals...
Now, if you'll excuse me I've got to get back to work. There's a blonde
vixen down at a cafe I frequent, she's new there, and she reminds me an awful lot of the sweet little Kaele. Oh rest assured there will be more stories, more tales... but now, gotta run, I have plans for this bitch...