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Thomas sat quietly in his temporary apartment, arms folded over his waist. One leg was shaking erratically, a nervous tick that he could not shed. In his right hand he clutched a ten inch stainless-steel blade, serrated grooves lined along the lower length of the blade. In his left hand he held a sliced photo which contained three people in focus. Each face had been blacked out with grey ink, the corners of the photo smudged with bloody fingerprints. The air was damp around the living room, dust and cobwebs covering the corners and ceiling. The fox's fur was stiff and unkempt from lack of proper hygiene. He lifted the photo up, his bloodshot eyes studying it intently. He focused on the lone canine in the middle of the trio, her arms streaked with an unknown white substance. He licked his lips as he eyed the feminine form, his heart hammering in his chest. An empty syringe lay on the floor by his feet along with a bloody rag, just one of many strewn about the rundown apartment. His eyes wandered to the form of the male dragon on the left of the canine, gritting his teeth in bitter hatred. He growled and tossed the photo aside, rising up and walking into the wreck that was his room. Mold and dead roaches clung to several surfaces of the room like invasive parasites, the advanced state of disrepair apparent even to him. His bed was a sight; all the covers tossed and thrashed about, drops of blood staining several of them from unsuccessful attempts to tie-off. Empty pill bottles lined his dusty dresser, various anti-depressants comprising the collection. He opened a drawer and withdrew a half-full bottle, pouring three capsules into his palm and gulping them down. He sighed heavily and shivered as the fast acting dose mingled with the previous ingestion he had incurred some hours earlier. He slammed the knife down into the wood, the blade sticking up from its firm lodging. The fox moved over to the bed and sat on the edge, staring to the right at his covered window. He had taped the entire surface a week ago after suffering a breakdown brought on by hallucinogens, he preferred it that way after and kept it taped up. He traced a chipped claw over his partially mangled left ear, the result of an unlucky gang encounter that he had barely escaped with everything intact. He pressed it and winced, the area still tender. He yawned wide, his mind hazy from utter exhaustion. He had a sporadic sleeping schedule, the result of abusing many different substances at the same time. His heart rate would fluctuate irregularly a few times a week, he was lucky just not to be dead from his reckless lifestyle. Thomas slowly stood up and walked into his small bathroom wearily. The floor was lined with fragments of broken glass, the fox carefully treading around it. He looked up at the partially shattered mirror, seeing his own broken appearance. He clenched a fist tightly; this was not where he wanted to be. He never saw himself ending up there, barely scraping enough together to survive and fuel his near-crippling addictions. He blamed so much of it on that dragon for meddling in his affairs. Amy was his bitch, what he did with her was of no concern to that pussy. How he desired nothing more than to wrap his hands around her fragile neck and make her watch that little pretty boy die in a pool of his own blood. He had been tracking Keith's movement ever since he arrived in the city, having paid lowlifes to spy on him wherever he went. He also kept tabs on the dragon's sister and Amy of course, as they were two pieces he'd rather collect unblemished.

The stabbing was an unfortunate necessity, as he wanted to catch Keith's undivided attention. He had underestimated him the first time and he would try not to make that same mistake again. His machinations had to come to fruition; he could not fail this time. He had lost much of his pride when Amy got the upper hand on him. He still couldn't grasp how he let his own girl point a gun at him without reprimand. He had the balls, not her. He would show her his displeasure in the end, and she would learn from it. He walked back out into the living room, glancing over at the slumped form of a prostitute he had over the night before. He moved to her and lifted the blanket off, watching as she curled up tighter and whimpered. The mare was badly bruised and bare, stripped naked viciously by Tom last night. He tilted his head at her and went to fetch his wallet. He pulled out two 50 dollar bills and dropped them onto her, watching her movements. She grabbed the two bills and crawled towards the couch where her clothes lay, her eyes focused on him the entire time. He frowned and sat in a ripped armchair, tapping a claw on his knee.

"I got a little carried away last night; I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention any of this to your boss. Here, this should help a little more." He took out another 50 bill and placed it on the floor, watching as her eyes flicked down to it. She sighed and quickly lunged for it, retreating to the other side of the room with her belongings. He turned his back to her and strode into the kitchen, taking a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and leaving it on the counter.

"Here, you are probably a bit dehydrated," he said, motioning to the water. She stayed put, obviously highly distrustful of him. He chuckled to himself and tossed it her way, trying to soothe things out after a rough night. She twisted off the cap and gulped down half the bottle's contents in only a few moments, taking a quick breath before downing the rest. She dropped the bottle and made for the door, stopping short as Thomas stepped in her way.

"Will you be coming back anytime soon sweetheart?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and perking his mangy ears. She furrowed her eyes at him and took a step back, obviously intimidated.

"No, I'm not coming back," she said firmly, her eyes meeting his. They stared at each other for over a minute before she broke eye contact and looked down, rubbing her clawed up left shoulder. The fox gave a devious grin and motioned towards the door.

"Okay, then go. I'm not going to stop you." He twisted the handle and opened to door, holding it for her.

"I can be a bit traditional," he said, smiling at her in a manner that made her very uncomfortable. She nodded and silently walked through the door, turning to look at him. He had nearly broken her, likely almost killed her, she felt a deep resentment towards him. But there was also something else there wrapped in the hatred: Pity. She knew he was fucked up, but she also knew that something had caused him to be that way. He seemed to have two alternating sides, each one fighting for dominance to emerge. Each was an extreme shift from the other: His gentlemanly, accommodating nature; and the other this cruel, leeching psychopath. She could never tell which side was going to appear, as it seemed to occur completely at random. She turned back and began walking away at a hurried pace, gasping out in slight pain as a small force struck her in the back. She spun around and looked down, her purse lying at her feet.

"Looks like you forgot something darling," the fox sneered, leaning against the door frame innocently. She scowled and picked up the purse, slinging it over her shoulder. The hallway beyond his door was poorly lit and rife with scattered refuse. She tread to the stairwell, careful not to step on any broken glass. She resisted the urge to glance back, part of her terrified that he might be following her. She placed her hand on the grimy rail, taking a deep breath as she descended into the darkness below. The faint sound of footsteps resounded behind her.

Keith snuggled against both of the lovely ladies sitting next to him; his sister to his left, his girlfriend to his right. All the lights were off in his apartment, the only light source emanating from the flat screen television they were intently gazing at. A sitcom was on but none of the onlookers seemed particularly interested in the actual content. All three of them were barely even clothed; Keith wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, Amy a tight-fitting bra and pair of short khakis, and Diana wearing nothing more than a white t-shirt and red panties. Their hands lightly felt over each other's smooth bodies, the two females giving the lone male the bulk of the attention. Keith groaned as he felt his sister nibble on his neck, her sharp teeth lightly digging into his soft scales. He rubbed a hand over her thighs, occasionally dipping his paw between her legs to feel her warmth. His other hand was busy groping the Doberman's sizeable chest, kneading it longingly. He hand two feminine hands wandering over his toned form, reaching down into his boxers to feel his hardening meat. The dragon groaned and panted, pressing his hand into his sister's panties and lightly massaging her clit. Diana whimpered and bucked against his paw, spreading her legs wider. He did the same to Amy, unzipping her pants and rubbing her little nub. Both girls squirmed and arched as he worked his fingers delicately, their hands squeezing around his growing shaft. Pre stained his boxers as it oozed copious amounts from the tip of his spire. He felt Amy begin to fondle his large balls, the male shivering as her worked his fingers past their lips. Before he knew it he was fingering both ladies as they stroked him, his hands becoming soaked by their sticky essence. It didn't take long before his boxers were hanging on the nearby lamp and two snouts were rubbing firmly against his groin. He arched his back as the Doberman's wet nose brushed over his balls, his sister inhaling his thick musk. He felt a wet tongue drag down to his cock base, warm saliva drenching his shaft. He responded din kind by pressing his fingers all the way to the knuckle in each vent, his efforts rewarded by passionate moans and gasps. His nostrils burned from the combined scents of the two girls, their spicy aromas filling him with renewed vigor and desire. He rubbed their muzzles gently, his fully grown member standing fully and throbbing wildly from the attention. He began feeling their nice rumps, raking his claws along their cheeks and smacking playfully. He was in heaven: Sandwiched between two gorgeous women as they nuzzled and licked his thick package. The dragoness removed her panties and lay back on the couch, leaning her head on the arm whilst spreading her legs. Keith gazed at her lovely purple snatch, her lips swollen a dark purple from her arousal. He followed suit and let Amy tear off his boxers, laying on his side and lifting his leg slightly to give the canine more room down there. The male gripped his sibling's rump with both hands as he pressed his snout between her thighs, nuzzling around her soft cunny. Amy was busy licking along his large orbs skillfully, laying her head between his legs to keep herself in a comfortable position. He shuddered as he felt her lips wrap around his pointed tip, welcoming the wet sensation. Diana grinned down at her brother and wiggled on her back, growling playfully as he squeezed her ass with his claws. She arched her neck back and sighed as she felt his lips brush her hard clit, sending pulses of pleasure through her body. Keith enjoyed her scent; it was sweet and powerful, indicative of her expansive sex drive. He recalled all the different positions he had eaten her out in, the erotic memories causing him to spurt a rope of pre down the Doberman's throat. She squealed in surprise and swallowed the sticky pre-cum, slowly bobbing her muzzle back and forth along the pulsating dragon shaft. He bucked his hips lightly, pressing more of his impressive length down her throat, now dragging his tongue between his sister's delicate petals. Her juices dribbled onto his long appendage as it flicked against her labia, his snout tip firmly rubbing against her clit. Diana gasped as she felt one of his claws prod at her tail star, blushing hard as it popped into her suddenly. She gripped the surface of the couch and propped one leg up on the top part, giving her brother ample room to do whatever he wished. He thrust a claw in and out of her tailhole, loosening her up for a possible pounding later. His skilled tongue blanketed her clit in firm strokes, sending ecstatic waves through the female. Amy was working hard on his groin, gulping down every inch to the base. Keith bucked harder and shuddered, leaking loads of pre into her muzzle as she slurped lewdly. The canine murred aloud as she felt her pants being slipped off by his tail, groaning as his tail tip tickled across her lips. Her legs slowly spread out as the tip began to press in, spreading her delicate petals aside. Keith wriggled his tail tip inside, causing Amy to squirm and squeal playfully as it massaged all of her most sensitive areas. Diana watched the sticky show; her head propped up on the couch arm, licking her lips as she watched her brother's cock being milked. She panted quickly and curled her toes as she felt his warm tongue slide into her entrance, the famished male sucking on her outer lips. He wiggled his tongue and thrust it in and out gently, making his sister moan all the louder for it. Keith felt a fire building in his loins, unsure how much longer he could hold out before Amy got the best of him. As he focused on pressing his tongue tip against his sibling's G-spot, he knew that she was only moments away from her first climax of the night. He swayed his snout from side to side, massaging her nub with his muzzle, still fingering her backside. Amy was working her skilled canine tongue across her lover's shaft, the rugged texture eliciting additional pre from him. She wiggled and splayed her legs apart as she felt him working his tail inside her, a few inches of it sliding in and out of her sopping pussy. He had done this to her several times before and she had come to enjoy it immensely; none of her old boyfriends had a tail like his.

"Give me that virile seed!" she yelled, doubling her efforts as she deep throated him. The male closed his eyes as began to tongue fuck his sis's honeypot, growling deeply and shuddering all over. After a few short moments Diana let out a pleasured cry of pure ecstatic bliss, gripping both of Keith's horns as she began cumming on his tongue. Her sweet juices spilled all over his face as he lapped away greedily, closing his eyes as he began to spurt his hot seed into the awaiting maw of Amy. The Doberman had half of his length down her throat when he popped, blushing brightly as she felt his sticky crème begin spurting into her gullet. She gulped down all he gave her, still bobbing her muzzle along his pulsating shaft, feeling him twitching above her. Both of the dragons spread their wings after their orgasms, an old habit they still enjoyed. Keith pulled himself on top of his sister's stomach, laying his head there and purring as she patted his neck. His ears perked as he heard his other girl whimper pathetically, having not quite reached her own orgasm yet. The two siblings chuckled, Keith still working his tail in and out of the tight hole. Diana grinned slyly, her own tail curling towards Amy's taught rear. Without warning she prodded her tip at the pucker, attempting to loosen it enough so the tip could slip inside with little effort. The canine whined as she felt her tailhole being pressed open slowly. Soon she was being hammered in both holes by the ravenous dragon pair, a combination of deep moans and cries of pleasure erupting from her soft lips. She grasped onto Keith's arm, squeezing it tightly as she approached her own climax. He licked his lips and proceeded to lock his lips with her own, pushing his agile tongue into her maw. She pressed into it with blissful abandon, lost in the intense orgasmic sensations rippling through her nubile form. Soon the dragoness joined in on the kiss, delving her own tongue into the canine's muzzle. The three tongues danced and tangled as all three engaged in volcanic passion, their smooth bodies caressing together. Scents and juices mixed, creating a pungent aroma that clung to every corner of the living room. Their reflections played across the semi-transparent glass door leading to the balcony. It wasn't long before she climaxed, the trio curling up together soon after. They panted and gasped from the exertion, recovering their energy for the next go. Keith laid Amy on her back, spreading her legs apart as he rubbed his member against her cunny lips. Diana moved behind her brother and began straddling his balls, squeezing them hard enough to spur him onward. With a grunt he began to push in. Before he could even press his tip fully inside there was a knock on the door, causing them to turn their heads quizzically. All three of them sighed and reluctantly stood up, Keith fetching his clothes while the two ladies went into the bedroom with theirs. The dragon made his way to the door whilst struggling to put on his shorts, his shirt hanging loosely around him and unbuttoned. He took a deep breath and cursed the fact that the motel did not have doorway peepholes. Another knock sounded and he placed a hand on the knob, pausing a moment to consider who could be standing on the other side.

"It could be Thomas," a voice said inside his head, slight tinges of fear passing through him. That psycho could be standing right in the hallway, mere feet away from the person he hated most in life. Keith rationalized the situation as best he could; the chance of it actually being that one person in the entire city was incredibly slim. He pushed it to the back of his mind and reached up, unlatching the lock and turning the handle. He hated his decision in that instant, he could have simply asked who it was. Now he'd have to live with his stupidity for better or worse. As the door opened he took a step back in surprise, his eyes wide open.

"Long time no see, my friend," spoke the blue furred fox. Keith blinked his eyes a few times in surprise, trying to process the sudden turn of events. The fox took a step inside and closed the door, locking it back in place and turning towards the baffled dragon. Both stood in silence, hearing the footsteps of the two females as they came back into the living room. Diana gasped and Amy just stared at the new guest. The fox smiled and sniffed the air, a sly grin creeping across his face as he put two and two together. "Had a feeling you couldn't resist your sister."

The four were sitting in the kitchen, everyone in a chair except for Keith; who was sitting on the counter.

"Terrance, what prompted you to come here?" he asked, pondering how his friend came to know his whereabouts. Terry's eyes shifted over to him, furrowing his brow slightly.

"You've been checking into the same hotel every time you come here and around the same time each year," he laughed. Keith rubbed the back of his neck bashfully.

"Am I really so predictable these days?" he asked.

"Aren't we all?" Terrance countered, prompting Amy to respond.

"Funny you say that, considering how you seem to appear and disappear randomly." Terrance rolled his eyes and frowned, clasping his hands together.

"You know what life in the Special Forces is like; I'm still technically on active duty so when I get called away there isn't much I can do about it." Diana gazed at him and then looked away quickly, recalling something long past.

"Would be nice if you told us when exactly you're going to dematerialize again," said the dragoness. The awkwardness of the situation settled upon the group, no one speaking for several minutes as silence swept them up. The dragon dropped onto his feet and fetched a cup, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of champagne that had already been opened. He opened a cupboard and grabbed three shiny wine glasses, setting them down whilst pulling out a coffee cup with his other hand. "Sorry, only three glasses. I'll take the coffee cup."

All of them chuckled, watching as the dragon filled each glass, and then moving onto the cup. Keith handed the first to Terrance and patted him on the back. The fox sighed deeply and smiled, immediately taking a swig of the bitter-sweet liquid.

"Well I'm on leave for a while and thought I'd stop by and see if you were here. I could use some quality relaxation time while I've got it," he said, downing the rest of the champagne in one gulp. He held out the glass for a refill, to which Keith happily obliged him.

"You picked a hell of a time to show up," Diana said, rubbing the dressing of her healing wound. Terrance immediately caught on and looked at her quizzically.

"Something wrong?" he asked. All three of them looked at him before glancing at one another. Keith finally nodded his head and placed the bottle back onto the counter, turning around slowly.

"Your brother stabbed my sister." The fox's eyes went wide at the news and an evident grimace grew across his face. He clenched his fists to the point where it seemed all of his fingers would snap, his lips curling back in a silent snarl. He looked back at the dragoness, his ears flattening out in a show of genuine concern.

"Are you okay?" he asked, rising from his seat. She raised her hand and nodded, the fox sitting back down.

"He missed my vital organs, just bled a lot. I'm expected to make a full recovery very soon." Terrance nodded, satisfied with her answer. It still did very little to ease the rage seething inside him. He slammed his palms down on the table and rose.

"I should have put down that sad fucker a long time ago!" he shouted, his sharpened claws digging into the wooden finish. He twitched as he felt a hand rest on his shoulder, slacking his shoulders and dropping back into his seat. Amy rubbed the back of his neck tenderly, helping to lower his thunderous heart rate. The blue-furred fox sighed and slouched forward, realizing there would be no point in unleashing his anger there. He knew that he could help with the situation, but that it required finesse and restraint for now. He took a deep breath, calming his mind sufficiently.

"I want to help make this right. I want to protect-"before he could finish Keith approached him.

"I have a gun in my bedroom, it's in perfect working condition and ready to use should we have need of it." The fox felt relieved at knowing his friends at least had something to defend themselves with. He doubted it was enough though, he knew the kind of deranged psychopath his brother had become. He knew he wasn't going to be deterred by one little firearm. They were going to need to need a fall back plan in case the worst came to pass. Terrance had a few ideas, but first he needed some equipment.

"I've got a military contact two cities over, he can have some of my civilian equipment transferred over to a secure location. I thought I was too paranoid, guess being too cautious pays off sometimes." The fox picked up his cell phone and flipped through a few numbers, finding the two that he would be contacting soon. "No assault equipment; just some medical supplies and a few rifles and handguns. All in excellent condition, cleaned them myself." Diana giggled and pointed the tip of her tail at him.

"Yes we know how much you love to brag about your cleaning abilities, doesn't help you get girls though." Terrance smirked and showed his bottom teeth.

"No, but telling them I'm in the Special Forces does."