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A Hook-up and A Hanging

By: Toku

"Bareback is out of the question." John repeated for the third time, his nose twitching at the heavy scent of avian musk. There was another faint scent in the small dorm room but he couldn't make out the species. 'Feline maybe? A lion or a tiger?'

"Whatever you say, officer." The hawk replied snidely and took the small wrapped rubber from the German Shepard's paw, standing before removing his shirt, revealing a body fit for a twenty-two year old college baseball jock. John watched as the bird striped off what little clothing he had on until he was standing nude, a hardening cock between his feathery legs. He felt his throat tighten and his belly was doing summersaults but that didn't stop his sheath from stiffening. "Just, ya know, I get tested regularly, so ya got nothing to worry about."

John scowled and with a roll of his eyes he pulled his shirt over his head before tossing it where he had draped his coat over a nearby armchair. HungHawk90, or so he called himself on Yiffr, whistled a quick little chime only a Buteo jamaicensis could, stoking his dripping hard-on with a wing while the other twiddled the condom between feathered fingers.

"Damn, you're built like a quarterback." The hawk pointed out and John couldn't help but look down at himself. He worked out twice a week, but most of his figure he had retained from high school when he had indeed been quarterback for his junior and senior years. The hawk took a few steps closer but john tried to busy himself with his belt. He was nervous; it having been too long since he had been with another male. "I can't wait to get a little taste of you."

With shaky paws he managed to get his pants undone and around his ankles without too much trouble. He could feel the bird's piercing gaze on him as he unclothed. He still couldn't believe he was doing this. It had happened so quickly. He only had the app on his phone since four this afternoon and within an hour of having it he found a hawk. It wasn't 'his' hawk, but he would have to suffice for the duration of this late night hook up. He just needed to get the thoughts out of his head and release his sexual frustrations at the same time. He glanced up at the bird of prey; paws hesitating on the waistband of his boxer briefs. Theoretically he could call this whole thing off still. Sure the hawk might be pissed but he could leave the building with a clear conscience. Too late.

His underwear hit his ankles and he kicked the clothing aside and for the first time in ten years he was naked in front of another adult male; not counting the showers at the gym. The red-tail seemed to like what he saw because he inched forward and began molesting the detective with his wings, condom placed between the bills of his beak. John felt that uneasy itch in the pit of his stomach but he couldn't deny that his body longed for such treatment.

"Damn, you have a hot ass body." He mumbled through his closed beak. Attentively John placed his paws on the hawk's chest and was quite amazed at how warm another body felt. He had almost forgotten. A deft wing upon his sac brought his erection to full life and he could see a fire ignite in the hawk's eyes. "And you got a nice cock too. Come to bed with me, Officer."

John suddenly wished he hadn't disclosed that information. It was hard enough convincing the hawk that he wasn't out to arrest anyone, but as soon as he was okay with it he seemed a little too into the idea that a cop was out looking for gay sex. He tried to push all those thoughts down and focus only on the now, and right now the hawk was pulling him by the arms towards the unmade bed. A second, tidier bed sat parallel to this one and John almost instantly wished they could have used the other one. The smell of musk was almost overwhelming. He never remembered Jason smelling this strong back in collage, or even in high school for that matter, but when this hawk jock spit the condom out of his mouth and abruptly buried his tongue down John's throat all other thoughts were flushed from his mind.

The rush of kissing another male sent shivers down his spine. It felt like his whole body was vibrating and his cock throbbed with a forgotten longing. Despite his smaller size, the hawk pushed John back against the headboard and lifted his legs with his own muscular thighs until his knees were against his chest and his cock lay dripping on his belly. He felt vulnerable but reminded himself that that's how it felt to get fucked, or how it was about to. But the hawk didn't jump right in. Instead he leaned in and pressed his beak onto his muzzle and explored his long forgotten maw.

John's paws moved on their own, placing themselves on the back of the hawk's feather tufted neck, holding him closer as they kissed. He felt that pre slick cock gently touch the tender flesh of his tail-hole a few times and it only made him clench the muscles around it harder. He knew the hawk wanted to fuck him raw but he would be damned if he was going to let him even chance to hope. Regardless, he knew his body wanted it in there one way or another and when the hawk took his tongue from his he lifted the discarded condom in front of the hawk's eyes to make a point.

"Alright." HawkJock90 signed reluctantly but took the condom from the canine's paw nonetheless. It still brought a smile to his face when John hooked an arm under his left knee and opted to stoke his blood-red dick; the knot now fully free of its sheath. "Are you gonna be able to keep that bad boy once I'm inside you?"

"Only one way to find out I guess." John replied. Truthfully, he was a little worried, not of losing his erection, but whether or not he would able to take such a hefty looking cock. He watched as the hawk stoked himself, running his wing overhand and underhand, sending water-clear spritz of pre across the canine's sac and knot. Finally the bird ripped open the condom wrapper with his beak and was soon pulling the latex over the shaft of his cock.

"Always feels like I'm suffocating it." He said sadly looking down at himself. John ignored the comment as he tried to relax his body as much as he could with his ankles behind his head. Ten years is a long time, but he still faintly remembered the feeling of talking a cock, he only hoped he wasn't too rusty. The collage hawk smiled then, placing a wing on the canines inner thigh, then as an afterthought reached over to his night stand and grabbed a blue bottle of lube. "Haven't had to use this in a while, my pre is usually enough."

He was generous in the application and John was thankful because when he finally pressed his tapered cock against canine hole it didn't seem to want to budge. He swirled the latex coated tip against the star of muscle, tracing figure eights and tiny circles before trying again; John even tried pushing outward but his ass refused passage once again.

"You're one tight canine aren't you!" The hawk teased stroking his cock again. A strange thought came into the detective's head then. He thought about the boy he had met the other day, of Zachary and what the little pup had been through. He remembered the video he had watched, had shamelessly pawed off to and remembered the dildo that had left that poor boy's butt gaping in the end. It was an odd sort of encouragement and it actually made his stomach a little uneasy but when the Hawk pressed against his hole for a second time it seemed to slip seamlessly slip into John's re-virgin depths.

Every fiber in his being told him to moan, to cry out in pleasure, but years of sexual repression kept that lascivious side buried deep down. The amount of pre that gushed from the tip of his cock gave him away however. The thick presence within his tail-hole sent his furry balls to boil and the salty emissions that landed on his panting tongue sent his head buzzing with intoxicating lust.

"Fuck, you're a hot fucker." The Jock spoke as he slowly slid his cock back as one would draw a sword from its sheath, sighing pleasantly. John let out a small grunt at the loss of pressure but before he missed it the dick was back and buried once more. A quick and sudden hip jab preceded another pull out and he couldn't help but let out a little whine when he was filled for a third time. "Do you like my cock officer? You're so damn tight! Your hole wants to squeeze my cock out."

He couldn't remember the last time he had been on his back like this; legs up, tail down, tail-hole stuffed with cock. Well over ten years if his memory served him right, and the last thing his ass wanted to do was loose the cock it now played host to. He held his eyes shut and tried to ignore the crude remarks of the hawk as he began to fuck him and tried to imagine a different hawk plunging inside of him over and over again. This boy was much slimmer, but his voice was similar, if not gruffer, if only those words were tender instead of the sickening verbal diarrhea flooding his canine ears.

"You ever fuck anyone you arrested?" He asked suddenly as he found a steady pace in which to fuck. That brought John's eyes open with an irritated twitch and almost made the cock inside his ass painful. But he relaxed his body and held on tightly to the back of his knees. "Took em to a cell and had your way with them?"

"Why? D-do you w-want me t-o arrest y-you?" John spoke in shudders as the cock slowly but thoroughly made a bottom out of him.

"N-no sir..." The hawk said and faltered. He had to reposition himself before sliding back down the Shepherd's spongy innards. John would have chuckled if he wasn't being fucked, but it never failed to amuse him how quickly fur's would wise up when threatened with the law. John wasn't that kind of cop though, he was a detective, and even when he was a patrolman, he never abused his position of authority.

"Why d-don't you close your beak and f-fuck me like you bragged you could a few minutes ago." John said sternly but he already realized it was no good. The Hawk had gone soft and was having trouble staying inside him. He cursed and tried stoking the length before attempting to slip back in. No use. John sighed as his legs fell around the hawk's torso. He sat up with a sigh as jock sat back on his legs, staring down at his dick, trying to keep it out of his sheath.

"Shit..." He cursed, clearly embarrassed. John knew he shouldn't have threatened him, as harmless as it had sounded. He knew the hawk had been nervous about him being a law enforcement officer despite his apparent fetish. He awkwardly shifted his larger body out from in front of the hawk. He let his legs stretch for a second before regarding the flustered avian. Despite his headstrong attitude and typical dumb jock jargon, he was still hot, and his cock was rather impressive, when it was hard at least.

"Hey." John said a little more gently, placing a paw on the hawk's thigh. Scooting closer, he ran his paw up the muscular leg, through russet feathers, until he cupped the dangling sac, giving them a nice hefty tug. "Lay back, I'll get you hard again."

He pushed the bird down into the position he had just been laying, but instead of lifting his legs, he dove between them. With a quick movement of his paw he removed the condom and tossed it over the side of the bed. That musky scent hit him like a brick wall but he ignored it and took the semi into his mouth while fondling the feathery orbs hanging below. It was like riding a bike; you ever forget how to suck a cock. One might forget what it's like, what they taste like, how they feel, but even after ten years it could have only been yesterday since he last had meat in his mouth.

He didn't hide the small moans that bubbled up in the back of his cock choked throat. It was too great a feeling and too erotic a moment to care about what the hawk might think of him. His skill didn't seem lacking either. Every suck, every suckle and every slurp didn't go without notice and the verbal top made sure to let the detective know his services were greatly appreciated.

"Holly hell, dude." He sighed out with his head back, arms covering his eyes in sexual delight. His abdominal muscles flexed and his legs tightened as he willed his erection back to life with the help of canine lips. When John decided to run his tongue across feathery balls, the cock oozed pre, dribbling down the shaft where the Shepard's tongue lapped it up with pleasure. Lower and lower he went until his nose was rubbing the two orbs inside and his tongue was exploring the hawk's taint. "That feels so... So..."

He didn't say anything after that. John's paws grabbed hold of the thick, avian legs lifted them up above his head until his eyes found that spot he was looking for. He dove in muzzle first and this time it was the Hawk who let out a deep whimper of pleasure. John couldn't see his face but he could hear his beak clicking as he open and closed it in silent moans. He knew the hawk was probably too proud to moan out loud. John may have been nervous a moment ago, but his long repressed sexual tendencies were flooding back in a torrent of fresh hormones.

His tongue made quick work of the bird's tail hole. When he felt he had sufficiently satisfied his own need for ass he lifted his head; leaving the patch of feathers around the pulsing star soaked with his saliva. HungHawk90 lay there, eyes wide, cock hard and dripping, beak cracked open in a shit eating grin. He didn't say a word however. Maybe he had wised up. Maybe the rim job had loosened some sense deep within his thick jock skull. John's own cock was painfully hard and a decent sized wet spot had formed where it had been trapped under his body for only a few moments. He knew what he needed now. He flashed the hawk a small smile, reached down on the ground for his pants and fished another condom from his pocket.

"Allow me." He spoke pulling the new rubber from the wrapper. Stroking the thick cock over and under with one paw, he used the other to slip the latex over the hefty piece of meat. "I think this time I'll take charge."

The hawk nodded eagerly as the canine straddled him, the tip of his cock pressing against the furry hole under tail. With a quick application of lube, John was sliding down the shaft until his butt rested entirely upon feathery legs. Tail wagging; he rode the cock. The nameless jock sighed in pleasure, eyes closed, beak biting tongue gently as his wings caressed john's lower body parts. His knotted cock lay heavily on the bird's firm stomach and oozed and dripped and when a wing took hold of the length and squeezed the knot John almost came.

He chuckled at he took hold of the hawks wings with his paws and simply held on to them as he steadily rode up and down. He thought of Jason: his friend. The one he liked, if not more than. He imagined that it was he who was underneath him; slowly thrusting into his wet, hot hole. It wasn't hard to do. The jock was close in feather color, close in size, and smell--if not stronger.

He had only seen Jason naked a few times back in collage when they would work out together and the hawk he was fucking now was probably similar in cock size too. The showers at the university gym didn't have dividers and they would simply shower together. All the while John would simply enjoy the moment. Not even in a sexual way. He never got a hard on around his friend, thankfully, but that was mainly because he knew his limitations and crossing the barrier between friends into forbidden territory was out of the question.

He came suddenly. Not from the cock inside his guts, rubbing against his prostate or from his cock rubbing against wet stomach feathers, but merely from the thought of his friend. A thick strand of cum flew up, painting the hawk's chest while the rest gushed fourth in a massive puddle near the navel. The hawk grunted in pleasure as he continued to thrust his hips upward and John merely held onto the wings clutched tightly in his paws; eyes squinted in sensitive pleasure.

"Damn, that was hot." The jock spoke quietly, attentively watching as the canine's cock throbbed and bounced and leaked some more. "I'm close to cuming myself, but I wanna get you on your knees."

John nodded absentmindedly and rose from his mount, feeling his ass muscles clench shut as the cock was slowly pulled from within. The bird rose and the dog lowered his head into the pillows at the head of the bed. He could feel his hole clenching and un-clenching as it longed to be filled again. The jock positioned himself behind him and John rose his butt and spread his legs the best he could as he awaited the re-entry. But it didn't come right away. The jock shifted from one knee to the other. Fiddling with his cock. John thought maybe he had lost his erection again but before the thought could form into words, there it was. The tip slowly sunk in, and seconds later it was buried to the root.

When John rode him he had most of the control, but now that he had his butt up in the air the hawk had free motion. The cock slammed into him with tremendous force. The slick, wet, sloppy sound of his ass being plunged made his cock throb with the possibility of a second orgasm. He had only been fucked like this once before, many years ago during his freshman year in college. He would hook up with a student who tutored him for his algebra class.

Math was never his strength. But Barney was a smart guy. The badger would sit with him for hours making sure he got his formulas right. He would push the frames of his glasses up the bridge of his muzzle every time he would smile and John would grin and feel good about his progress. Afterwards, they'd fuck like beasts back in Barney's dorm room. He was lucky enough to get one of the new single rooms on campus. Sadly it only lasted until the end of the semester. Barney graduated and went on to work for NASA, plotting trajectories and atmosphere reentry plans. Never heard from the gentle giant again.

But the memories of the rough, hot, passionate sex came back to him now as he allowed his hole to be abused. It had been so long since he had last felt this way; the feeling of wholeness, fulfillment, of getting fucked. He drooled ever so slightly out of the side of his mouth as his face pressed into the pillow. His paws didn't know what to do with themselves and he dared not touch his own cock for fear of prematurely spilling out another load. The hawk seemed to be enjoying himself too. He was grunting and moaning and saying little things like: "Fuck yeah. Take my cock. Your hole is so hot. I'm gonna cum."

The wings on the canine's hips gripped tighter, his thrusts became sharper, he leaned in, beak inches from John's ears, breathing, gasping, cursing as he reached orgasm. John tightened his hole and tightened his stomach muscles and again he could feel cum dripping out of his engorged cock. The hawk nearly collapsed on top of him and the rest of his paws-free ejaculation was lost in the bed sheets.

The jock didn't pull out right away; he just breathed heavily with a wing wrapped around John's middle. The canine noticed that he welcomed the touch and was content with simply laying there as they both caught their breath. He opened his eyes and saw that the clock on the bedside table read three a.m. Had he really been there for two hours? He forgot how much time could quickly pass by during sex. But he wasn't in a hurry to leave. He didn't have to be at work until two in the afternoon tomorrow and it would be mostly paper work.

When he heard the hawk snoring however it made him shift his body, causing the hawk's deflating cock to slip out of him along with a decent amount of something else. He reached back with a paw and gathered up a bit of the substance with his paw, only mildly disgusted with it, and when he looked as his sticky fingertips his stomach dropped out from under him and probably ended up on the floor. Quickly he pulled out from under the sleeping jock. When he rolled over and inspected the groin of his un-named partner he found a wet, dripping, condomless pecker retreating into a feathery sheath.

'The bastard pulled the condom off when I flipped over.' He thought furiously. It explained his slight delay. John's mind quickly flashed with thoughts of things he wanted to do to the hawk. Arrest him, scare him, beat the living hell out of him, but quickly realized that it wouldn't do any good. If anything it was his fault for giving into his temptations. He could have just stayed at home and watched porn. He only hopped that the hawk was telling the truth when he said he was tested and clean.

The canine sat up at the edge of the bed and started at the naked hawk for a moment, feeling rather low. He thought about Jason and how that if it was he who he had slept with then he wouldn't be feeling the things he felt now. If he was with Jason he could have fallen asleep in his arms and awoke just the same. He still didn't know this hawk's name and he probably never would. He slowly and quietly got dressed; checking his phone for any late night emergencies emails before leaving as quietly as he could. He deleted the hook-up app. from his phone before he reached his car. The tears started falling from his eyes once he started the engine and fastened his seatbelt and didn't cease until he was curled up in bed at home, alone.

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Jason lowered the toilet seat, flushed and quickly washed his face; not licking the reflection he saw in the mirror. Normally his reflection was a comfort, a testament to his existence, but now his head was plagued by the many thoughts that had been on his mind since the other day and they weren't weighing lightly on his conscience or his heart and he felt thin and tired, mentally more than physically. It didn't help that he hadn't been to the gym in over two weeks either. Finding a dead cub in a back alley dumpster while on a date was the least of it all. He found a clean towel hanging on the wall and dried his face, taking a deep breath as he did. When he looked again the reflection was the same; he was still naked, still a hawk, still two hundred and thirty five pounds and still gay, or bi, or whatever society called it. And in his mind the one he loved was still there; forever out of reach, or so it seemed.

He flicked off the light to the bathroom and followed the increasingly familiar hallway through the darkness and back to the single beam of light shining through the cracked door. It was his third time here this week and he now had his own towel hanging in the bathroom, his own coffee cup in the kitchen, and his own change of clothes in the top dresser drawer. The apartment was larger than his but not nearly as tidy. There were boxes stacked in the hall and shelves of medical books seemed to line every wall with rows of haphazardly shelved textbooks. 'I don't think he's ever sold a single book back.' Jason thought before pushing the door to the bedroom open.

Inside he found and equally cluttered bedroom with a king sized bed that took up most of the space along with more shelves along the walls and a large oak dresser where a flat screen sat playing an episode of NCIS with the volume all the way down. In the middle of the bed sat a rather stocky wolf with brown and grey fur. He was naked and rolling a joint between his fingers. Not bothering to close the door, Jason crossed the space between him and the bed and sat on the edge with his back to the familiar wolf.

"I keep thinking about that poor kid the other day." The wolf spoke, sounding as if he had a permanent head cold. His name was Nathan, his assistant EMT. He normally wore glasses but they were still resting on the bedside table where he had left them an hour ago. Jason listened to him talk but he grabbed his phone from his discarded pants and checked to see if there were any late night emergency emails. He was on-call and could get a message or call at any moment saying he was needed. They both were actually. It was rather ironic that he worked alongside the wolf all day, saving lives, maintaining a professional appearance, until they got off at midnight only to come back to his place, smoke weed, drink beer, and fuck. "Did they ever find out who parent's the cub are?"

"Not yet." Jason said flipping through the contacts on his phone. "They've posted a bulletin on the website and the news has been covering the story. They're hoping the parents recognize the boy. Last I heard they were waiting on a DNA test. They should be able to find out his name through medical records."

"They found an insanely large amount of diacetylmorphine in his system." The chubby wolf said lighting his rolled joint and taking a healthy drag before letting it out slowly. "Enough to kill a full grown horse."

"Or a bear." Jason spoke too softly for Nathan to hear. He found the contact he was looking for and opened a new text message to the Shepard Detective, his friend John Miller. He had been meaning to call him back and reschedule a date, or a time to hang out. Gods forbid he ever call it a date in front of him. His wing-fingers were poised to type out a short message but they didn't move.

"It's likely the cub was around someone with access to large amounts of Heroin." Nathan chattered on, taking drag after drag. Jason tried to think of something to say, a little hello or an apology for not texting sooner but nothing that sounded normal came to mind. When he noticed the burning joint held to the left of his vision he turned around to see a smiling red-eyed wolf. "I don't make a very good detective. I guess that's why I became an EMT instead."

Jason took the joint from the wolf before the canine's lips were on his, blowing smoke down his lungs. He breathed it in semi reluctantly and when the wolf pulled away noticed the sizable erection between his legs. He couldn't lie; he found the wolf rather attractive, his nice beer belly, his rather geeky demeanor and the way he yipped when he got fucked. But Jason knew the real reason he was with him; because he was canine and though not a German Shepard he was the closest thing to John he had. If it wasn't for the wolf coming out to him a year ago he wouldn't even be here now. He was too selective and too stubborn when it came to guys. Females were one thing, but guys were special, especially the detective he longed for.

"You ready to go again?" He asked and Jason smiled halfheartedly when the wolf's paw met his flaccid sheath of feathers, but the slight squeeze was enough to get the blood flowing.

"Let me just send a quick text." Jason replied.

"Okay." Another smile and a kiss on the cheek and the wolf retreated to the head of the bed to play with his knotted erection.

Jason placed the joint between his birdy lips and puffed leisurely while he tried to think of something to say, anything; something short and simple and to the point. He had been on the verge of telling him how he felt back at that restaurant. Literally words away and it all got pushed aside by work. He had worked so hard in his own head to give up now. He had the courage, now he had to use it.

'Hey John, Sorry it's so late. I'm thinking about having a little get together at my place this weekend, would be rad if you could come.

He sent the message and turned off his phone for the night. When he turned towards Nathan he had his butt up in the air; tail wagging like a pup, with a single finger teasing his tail-hole. Jason smiled although he felt guilty inside. He placed the remaining joint in a nearby ashtray to smolder and burn out as he crawled over the bed towards the waiting wolf; his own erection awakening between his legs.

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The house was swarmed with ambulances and cop cars when John pulled up. Blue and Red lights flashed as bright as the morning sun. Neighbors were out on their lawns in their pajamas and cops were taking statements from anyone who had the slightest amount of information. John sat a moment before climbing out of his black Ford. He was still half asleep and felt like the living dead without any caffeine. It had only been fifteen minutes since he had gotten the call. He didn't even need to get dressed as he had fallen asleep in his clothes the night before. Using his rear view mirror he checked reflection; rubbing the sleepys out of his eyes and straightening the collar of his white button up shirt before climbing from his car.

He was dreading what he would find inside. Even as he walked up the familiar walkway he wished he could go crawl back in bed but he had a job to do, no matter how grueling. The front door was open and he stepped into Regan Grey's house for the third time in his life. He didn't even need to flash his badge; he knew almost every face there. Not much had changed on the inside, if you didn't count the cops and forensic team looking over every miniscule detail; from picture frames upon the high white walls to household appliances in the neat modern kitchen. It was the same as he remembered but there was a faint odor in the air that always brought the sensation of spider's in his belly.

'What did they expect to find?' He thought to himself.

He found Lieutenant Raymond Caldwell standing by a family photo hanging on the wall near the wall. The chubby Walrus was swishing his mustache and sizing up the otter family in the frame as he wrote in a small notepad. When John stepped closer the walrus sniffed the air a few times before noticing him there.

"John!" Raymond bellowed deeply. He was never a delicate guy. He quickly stashed his notepad inside his coat pocket and greeted the canine with his clap on the back. If he noticed just how lethargic he felt and probably looked he kept it to himself. He smiled but his pleasure to see him returned to a somber if not quiet tone rather quickly. "I hear you were doing some pro bono work for Mr. Grey. Seems he didn't want certain information getting out. The case was confidential I take it?"

"Confidential, but still existing if that's what you're wondering. It was related to Rolland McGregor." John spoke thinking of the tiger with mild disgust for what he had done to Zachary Dougrey. "If it weren't for Regan we wouldn't have that son-of-a-bitch behind bars right now. I was also working on another case that I needed him for."

"Well, they found this on him." Raymond said as he handed the canine an envelope. "It's addressed to you so I didn't open it. I figured since you're working this case you could do the honors."

"Where is he?" John asked taking the sealed envelope without even looking at it. Raymond's face was grave. "Where is his wife? His son?"

"In the master bedroom." He spoke much softer. "The other two are being questioned by officers outside. The wife found him. Woke up and was about to take a shower, poor thing."

John nodded and thanked Raymond before following the hallway back and to the right, side stepping as an officer rushed by holding a cloth to his muzzle, his fur pale, the look of sick on his face. John found three forensic team members and an older lion with a jacket that read 'CORONER' in yellow letters on the back. Upon his entrance the lion regarded him piecing green eyes behind thin spectacles. The others, a hare, a horse and a porcupine were too busy with their equipment to notice the detective.

"John Miller I presume?" He asked. "Luis Henderson, I found the envelope. You got it I hope? It was addressed to you."

John nodded. Looking down at the envelope in his paw for the first time and saw that it had the words 'Please give to John Miller' written across it in hastily scribbled letters.

"Right." The spoke "Well, if you don't mind, I need to get him down from there."

"I just wanted to see him." John spoke unsure of his own words.

"If you insist. But be quick. It's starting to smell."

He was right. He could smell it stronger than when he had walked in the front door; the rank smell of death. It was a common smell in his field of work but it was something you never could quite get used to no matter how many years you work around it. Carefully stepping over the forensic team's equipment he reached the doorway where the master bath sat adjacent to the king sized bed and froze where the carpet became tile. Years of experience kept him from becoming sick like the rookie he had passed moments ago, but it was still a shock to see what he saw

Regan Grey was naked, lifeless and hanging by the neck from a rope tied to a rafter below a skylight in the ceiling. Clearly he had been dead for a number of hours. The tongue sticking out of his mouth was blue and swollen and it was obvious that he not only pissed himself but also defecated upon hanging himself. 'His neck didn't break, he suffocated.' John thought feeling utterly sorry for the otter.

Stone faced he turned from the body that was once Regan Grey and left the coroner to his work. He found his shaky paws opening the envelope as he went along. His mind abuzz with the thoughts and reasons behind the otter's suicide and only hopped that the letter reviled the reasoning. He just wanted to get outside first, to escape the smell of death. Once out in the fresh air he read the note within the envelope.

'Dear Mr. Miller;

I have not been completely honest with you. The instance with Roland McGregor, Gregory Carson, my son and I is true. What I have failed to tell you is that I have continued having sexual relations with my son since that day. He's too innocent of a boy to know any better and all he knows is that he enjoys it. And god's help me, so do I. I can't help myself, nor stop myself. I have had more sex with my son in the past month than I have with my wife in the last two years. And I know I won't be able to stop. So to protect my son and my family I am taking my life. I cannot live anymore knowing what I have done, am doing and who I have become. The only favor I ask of you is that you help my wife and son. They don't deserve whatever may come from this of this.

-Regan Grey

John read the note four times before looking up among the sea of squad cars until he found a lone otter siting in the passenger seat of car number three four two three. A few cars way stood a group of cops around an attractive but rather distraught looking female otter. She was crying and looked angry at the same time. John heard her demand to see her son but the officers were trying keeping them separated for questioning. 'This ends now' John thought to himself and crossed the trampled lawn to the car.