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Beads of sweat rolled down Alan's neck under his fur; making him even more uncomfortable than he already was and the 90 degree weather wasn't helping. He was once again sitting patiently in the booth at the Sunny Side Up diner just like she had told him to. The diner itself was nothing special. Red cushions rested on all of the booth seats and bar stools. The décor was old fashioned, as it should be in a diner like this. Metal covered practically everything. Alan couldn't tell if it was tin or aluminum, but he guessed the latter. Behind the bar stood the grill and several glass cases where desserts and dishes could be seen. The floor was linoleum and it was colored as if a child had dipped a paintbrush in paint and then splattered it all over a canvas. Alan had decided to wear his favorite red button down shirt and faded blue jeans. He was also wearing a gold chain around his neck and attached to the chain was a cross. Alan had bought the necklace in a pawn shop because he liked the way it looked on him.

Alan gulped as she suddenly waltzed from the kitchen; his coffee balanced effortlessly on the brown tray that rested on her palm. She had piercing blue eyes that sparkled when he met her gaze. She was wearing a very cute striped apron over a white blouse and a stunning red dress. She seemed to overdress for every occasion. Her breasts were gorgeous; perfectly round and they bounced as if they were ready to burst out of her blouse as she approached him. She set the mug of joe on the table in front of him along with a small slip of paper as the smell of her assailed his nostrils. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he could feel his cock sliding out of his sheath inside of his pants. He did his best not to drool at the smell of her perfume, but he could tell that she noticed. She threw him a napkin and shot him a curt smile that told him: "Not while I'm working, puppy."

Damn, but she was hot. Alan wiped his muzzle clean and started adding sugar and milk to his coffee. He couldn't stand it black. She laughed a normal, girlish laugh, but it was a laugh that Alan had gotten very used to.

"Will you be having any food... 'sir?'"

She said the last word because it was part of her job. She hated calling him sir, but he took a little pleasure in watching her squirm when she had to say it.

"No, I'm fine for now, thank you."

He said it without looking at her and he could tell that she wanted to force him to, but knew she couldn't. He smiled to himself, but that smile was quickly replaced by more drool as she turned away from him; her perfectly curled tail lifting her dress ever so slightly as if to tease him on purpose with the sight of her sky blue panties.

Alan had first met Sarah one year earlier while studying for a calculus final in the library of Addison University. They were both bored and he had offered to help her study. One thing led to another and Alan soon found himself under her; and immensely enjoying it; deep in the back of the stacks. He sipped his coffee and picked up the small note she had left him as she watched her walk away from him; her supple ass swaying in its mesmerizing manner.

"Fox. Third booth from the end of the bar. He's hot and needs it bad. Watch out for the family." The note read.

Alan looked towards the directions on the note and watched Sarah saunter over to the table in question. The fox in the note was sitting on the end of the booth. He was dressed casual in a t-shirt and tan slacks. He was skinny in build and he was clearly enamored with Sarah. The other patrons of the table were also foxes, but much older than the one Alan was focused on. Perhaps they were his grandparents. Alan licked his lips and took another sip of his coffee while the fox pointed to something in the menu. Sarah nodded and bent over in front of him; showing off her very nice cleavage. After she took their orders; Sarah sauntered away from the table in the same slow manner as she had Alan's. The German Shepherd watched as the young fox stood up from the table and made his way hurriedly back to the restroom. Alan finished his coffee and stood as well. She walked by him on her way to the kitchen.

"It's in his left-hand back pocket." She whispered.

Alan nodded and casually made his way to the men's room. He had only agreed to help the husky after Sarah figured out that he was bi with a strong lean towards males. It was a way for her to pay off her debts and Alan's submissive side loved taking her orders; especially when they demanded he get laid. It was a fairly normal looking bathroom. There were brown plastic partitions separating the stalls from one another and three urinals across from four sinks. There was a large mirror above the sinks and a paper towel dispenser to the right of it. The floor was made of black tile and the walls were lined with dark colored wood. Alan looked under the stalls. All were empty except for the last. They always took the last stall. Alan could see the fox's familiar tan slacks crumpled around the black fur on his ankles. The German Shepherd entered the stall next to the fox's. He dropped his pants and rubbed his sheath eagerly; waiting. His ears perked up after a few moments when he heard the fox moan softly from the next stall. Alan moved his hand under the edge of the plastic wall and wiggled his fingers teasingly. Sarah was right about the fox needing it bad because seconds after Alan lowered his hand, the fox's hard, dripping cock was pressed into it. Alan squeezed the length and stroked it steadily, watching as the fox's precum spurted from the tip to land on the cold tile of the bathroom. Alan grinned to himself as his own erection stiffened in his free hand. He knelt in front of the throbbing fox cock and inhaled the male's heady scent. It was tangy and Alan loved it. He peaked under the stall to look closer at the fox. He was very handsome in a boyish kind of way. Both of the fox's eyes were closed and his teeth were clenched tightly in pleasure. Alan grinned and took the male's erection into his mouth. The fox gasped and began thrusting harder. His member was not very thick, but it wasn't even two thirds into Alan's muzzle when the tip tickled the back of his throat and a spurt of precum struck his tonsils. He gulped and swallowed the twitching cock to the base and expertly reached behind the moaning fox. Alan held his breath and fought off his gag reflex as the erection pulsed and throbbed thicker in his warm muzzle. After what seemed like forever to Alan his hand finally slipped into the fox's back left pocket and rested on the wallet within. The fox pulled out a bit and thrust his meat back into Alan's suckling mouth as the German Shepherd pulled his arm back into his own stall; stuffing the fox's wallet into his own pants.

"S-stop!" The fox suddenly blurted out and Alan froze.

Had the fox seen him? Both of his eyes were closed when Alan took the wallet so that was unlikely. Alan didn't want to make any sudden movements as the fox's dick slid, throbbing out of his mouth; leaving behind a trail of slimy precum. Alan swallowed it hungrily and looked up at the fox expectantly. The fox panted, grinning down at him.

"This was unexpected." The fox said. "I'm Paul."

He held out his hand. Was this fox serious?

"Alan." The two shook hands.

"Cute name. I want you to turn around, Alan."

"What?" Alan was taken aback.

The fox growled softly; his cock spurting precum onto Alan's nose.

"Turn around... now."

Alan's ears laid back on his head submissively.

"Ok, ok..."

He spun around so that his legs and ass were on Paul's side of the partition.

"Go easy on me. I'm not exactly experienced back there."

The fox wasn't listening. Instead, Paul lined up the tip of his cock with Alan's winking pucker and slammed his entire length deep into the German Shepherd in one solid thrust. Alan started to yelp, but stuffed his pants into his mouth to stop himself.

"Oh yeah... what a tight hole..." The fox moaned as he started to thrust with rhythm.

Alan's eyes teared up from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and tried to focus on the pleasure. His erection was rock hard underneath him and throbbed with every slap of the fox's nuts against his own. The fox cock inside of him seemed to thicken and Alan moaned through the fabric in his mouth.

"You like this, don't you bitch?"

Alan nodded even though the fox couldn't see him through the partition.

"You love a long fox cock in you, huh?"

Alan shuddered and felt his nuts tighten. He was going to cum if the fox kept pumping him. The fox's cock throbbed harder inside of him and Alan knew the fox was close as well.

The bathroom door suddenly creaked open.

Alan and Paul both froze.

The German Shepherd watched as two legs wearing black dress pants and followed by a swaying tiger tail walked to one of the urinals. Paul's erection continued to pulse inside of Alan no doubt oozing large amounts of precum deep in his bowels. They both heard the familiar sounds of piss hitting a urinal. Alan almost whimpered; wanting the lion to leave so Paul could continue fucking his brains out. Two long minutes passed with Paul's member lodged inside Alan's clenching passage. The lion at the urinals finally shook himself and walked to the sink. The water ran for what seemed like forever and then the legs were walking towards the door. The bathroom door creaked as it opened again and Alan reached back to give Paul a thumbs up. The fox wasted no time in resuming his savage ass pounding; watching as his erection slid in and out of Alan's tight hole. Thrust after long, hot thrust pummeled Alan's prostate until the German Shepherd was whimpering in complete pleasure.

"Oh damn, man... you're making me so hot... That hole is so warm I'm gonna shoot in you...!"

Hearing that made Alan whine around the fabric in his mouth and fire his hot load over the floor of the bathroom. His canine cock jerked and throbbed as it unloaded onto the black tile spurt after spurt of white, creamy cum. His tail hole spasmed around the fox's long length as if milking him and Paul grunted in ecstasy as his balls twitched. Alan could feel Paul's white hot seed washing into him; the fox completely hilted in Alan's clenching passage. The river of fox spunk flooded Alan's lower bowels and made him shoot his own seed farther than he ever had before. Paul's twitching sack pressed hard against Alan's own and as they both came down off of their climax the fox suddenly seemed to realize what he was doing.

"Oh shit...!"

He quickly pulled out of Alan's ass making the German Shepherd whimper even more. Alan felt empty without the fox's long dick inside of him. Paul quickly pulled up his pants and fled the bathroom; leaving Alan on the floor in a small puddle of his own seed. He slowly got to his knees and then sat on the toilet. The German Shepherd sighed as he let the cum leak out of his brutally used anus.

"He didn't even say goodbye..." The canine thought. "Oh well. At least that was fun!"

Alan grinned to himself and wiped his seed off of the floor; flushing the toilet and pulling up his pants as he left the stall. He washed his hands in the sink and left the bathroom. The fox family was enjoying their meal and Paul kept his eyes away from Alan as the German Shepherd walked as best he could to his booth. Sarah was there in an instant; depositing his check on the table without even a smile. Alan sighed again and paid the cash; leaving the diner for the day. He would be back soon enough. As Alan walked out onto the street in front of the Sunny Side Up, he looked up at the clear blue sky. His ass was sore and feeling very empty. He wondered what Steve's cock would feel like deep inside him. The thought made him shiver. It had been two weeks since Alan and Steve had met in the Sunny Side Up, but Steve hadn't been back since. Alan assumed it was because of the mouse's wife. The German Shepherd walked slowly down the road, lost in thought. Sarah had been furious at him for letting the mouse keep his wallet. Alan had been so lost in the moment, though, that it had completely slipped his mind. He had just wanted Steve to feel as much pleasure as possible in that moment. Alan stopped at a crosswalk as the light changed. He fished in his pocket as he waited for the traffic to pass and removed Steve's card. The number was written on the front and a note was scrawled hastily next to it: "Only call between noon and one o'clock." Alan shook his head and continued walking once the lights were in his favor.

Before long, Alan found himself outside of a small, run down pawn shop. The building was only one story tall and looked completely out of place in comparison with the other buildings in the area, which all looked to be expensive offices. The windows were barred to protect them from breaking. The door was a normal enough shop door except for the bars that crossed the window and small plants had sprouted through cracks in the front sidewalk. It was not an inviting building. The sign was falling apart even though the rest of the building's structure looked intact. Alan sighed as he walked around the corner of the pawn shop passed a small sign reading "XXX Peep Show and Pool Hall this way!" to the back entrance. There was a rhinoceros wearing a black suit, sunglasses, and smoking a cigarette outside the solid steel door. The rhino was standing just passed the rear corner of the building; leaning slightly backwards to keep watch. Both of his hands were lowered and Alan guessed he was taking a leak. He looked up as Alan approached and grinned wide around the fag in his mouth.

"Well if it isn't Sarah's errand boy!" The rhino's voice was deep and gravely. "How's the old girl holding up, pup?"

Alan didn't look the rhino in the eyes.

"She's fine. I'm here to drop off her latest payment."

The rhino nodded and looked down behind the building.

"Hold up, there, kid. I'm almost through."

He sighed in relief almost as if he wanted Alan to realize how good this piss felt. Alan kept his gaze averted. The rhino shook himself before long and stepped out from behind the corner; giving Alan a quick view of a fat maleness out of the corner of his eye. The rhino quickly stuffed it in his pants and zipped up his fly. Alan was horrified to see a very beaten up tabby cat stand up from where the rhino had been pissing looking extremely confused. The rhino slapped him on the back and laughed.

"Next time you come here trying to buy us out, remember who owns this place."

The cat nodded in fear and quickly ran off; still dripping. Alan wrinkled his nose as the feline passed him. He held out the fox's wallet to the rhino, expecting him to take it as usual, but the rhino removed the cigarette from his mouth and blew a cloud of smoke over it instead.

"You know, kid, you're here on time like clockwork every day with Sarah's little gifts." He tapped out the ashes of his smoke before putting it back in his mouth. "The boss wonders what you go through to break your back for that untrustworthy bitch."

Alan grimaced slightly as the rhino insulted Sarah, but he said nothing. The rhino continued.

"The boss is so interested, in fact, that he wants to see you inside; right now." The larger animal pushed the door open with a hand and motioned Alan to enter with his horn.

Alan gulped. In all of his time working for Sarah he had never ever met her boss. The only reason he had been doing the deliveries lately was because her work schedule had changed. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

"Well go on, fleabag. Don't keep the boss waiting. He has a bit of a temper."

Alan stuffed the wallet back into his pocket and walked slowly towards the door. The rhino rolled his eyes and gave the dog a rough shove into the darkness before closing the door behind him with a loud metallic clang. The inside of the 'pawn shop' was filled with smoke and all of the creatures in the room turned their heads to look at the newcomer. Most snickered at him before returning to what they were doing. Others shrugged. The room was set up as a make-shift casino. There was a bar along the wall to Alan's right and gambling tables to his left. The dealers were all chimps and each was dealing cards, and probably stacking the deck, like a pro. The room was dark and barely lit and a neon sign in the back of the room read, "Peep Show Here!" with an arrow pointing to a wooden door. There was a variety of furs in the room, but the bouncers and guards were easy to spot. They were all big species: bears, rhinos, gorillas, elephants, and even a Rottweiler with a black eye patch. It seemed that there were more guards than there were customers in the place. The Rottweiler in question walked over to where Alan was standing and looked him up and down.

"You waitin' for an invitation, boy?" He scowled. "The boss is in the back room. Move yer ass."

Alan nodded and quickly shuffled his way through the room passed the bar. The carpet was sticky and Alan found himself grimacing. The bartender, a tiger, behind the bar shook his head as he served a mangy wolf a drink. That was the second tiger Alan had seen in the span of two hours, but he paid it no mind. Alan reached the far wall and one of the bear guards opened the door next to the peep show sign for him. He nodded in thanks and walked through; bowing slightly at the guard as he did. The guard rolled his eyes and closed the door; leaving Alan in a dimly lit hallway. The hallway was lit by some ornate wall hangings that looked like they belonged in the nineteen twenties. The carpet was smooth and the walls were quite clean in stark contrast to the outside room. Someone was shouting. Alan nervously walked down the hall passed several doors that had red light leaking out from under them. There were two large oaken doors at the end of the hallway and Alan was not even halfway to them when they suddenly flew open and a snake came crashing out of the room beyond. The reptile bounced off of the wall and landed in a heap in front of the startled and now terrified canine. Alan froze as the snake looked up at him; gurgling. The reptile had a black eye and his nose was bleeding. One of his hands looked broken as well and he was clearly coughing up blood.

"Don't you dare come back here and tell the boss how he should be running his business!" A wolf in a black suit yelled at the snake.

The reptile tried to get to his feet to leave, but he couldn't.

"What's wrong, cold-blood? Too beat up to walk? I told you to leave and if you don't get out of here right now, then you won't be leaving alive!"

The wolf pulled a nine millimeter pistol from his jacket, cocked it and pointed it at the struggling snake. Alan moved out of instinct and held up his hands toward the wolf as he stooped to help the snake to his feet. The wolf scoffed and shook his head as he holstered his gun.

"You're lucky, Finch." The wolf said.

"Th-thanks, kid..." Finch smiled. "Watch yourself in there."

He hobbled out of the hallway. Alan turned back towards the door; his tail was firmly tucked between his legs. The wolf beckoned to him.

"Come on, greenhorn. The boss is expecting you."

Alan walked slowly towards the door, his arms clutched in front of him out of nervousness.

"Look, kid, the boss isn't going to be angry with you if you haven't done anything to piss him off. So let's go. You're wasting time and that does piss him off."

Alan nodded and walked more quickly through the door into a very nice office. The room was elaborately decorated with artwork and sculpted busts of various species. The rug was spotless except for a small spray of blood left over from the unlucky Mr. Finch. Behind a large wooden desk sat an equally large crocodile. He was wearing a white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves and black suspenders. The croc had a heavy set look to him, but he did not have a large gut. In fact, from what Alan could see, most of the lizard was muscle. The wolf stood behind Alan as the German Shepherd walked in front of the desk; waiting for the boss to speak. The wolf spoke instead.

"Boss, Sarah's boy toy is here."

The croc looked up from the papers he was perusing on his desk.

"Ah! So he is! Welcome... er..." The croc held out a hand to Alan.

Alan pulled the wallet from his pocket and put it in the boss's hand.

"M-my name is Alan, s-sir."

The croc looked puzzled for a moment at the wallet in his hand and then gave a hearty laugh.

"I was looking for a handshake, son, but I can understand. You're intimidated. That's ok, most people are." The reptile stood as he casually tossed the wallet onto his desk and picked up a cigar; lighting it as he stood. Alan just waited.

"Well Alan you seem to be well versed in the ways of... obtaining things that aren't yours. Sarah is pleased with you I'm sure. Where did she score a find like you I wonder?"

"Um... it was in the library, sir."

"Quiet, boy, I'm not through talking." The croc's baritone voice turned very stern and Alan suddenly felt the wolf's presence directly behind him. He gulped.

"As I was saying, she is and should be very happy with you. But I wonder if you could do something for me instead. How would you like to do a few jobs for me for more pay than that bitch Sarah could ever give you?"

Alan waited for permission to talk.

"Go ahead, kid." The wolf behind him said.

"I don't think I have a choice, do I?"

The croc laughed.

"You're a smart one, bucko. Here's the deal. I need you to acquire something from the police. The new idiot captain doesn't know I run this town. He had a bunch of pigs raid one of my storehouses recently and I lost a very important ledger."

Alan blinked at the croc.

"It's a document that details everything that moves through that warehouse. It was in an envelope when they found it." The croc waited for Alan to speak.

"You want me to steal from the cops?"

"Yes. Should I doubt your talents?" The croc asked with a very serious expression on his face.

"Well I j-just think that S-Sarah may have e-embellished a bit. I'm n-no thief."

"How are you getting so many wallets for her, then?" The croc asked.

Alan blushed and looked down slightly. His ears laid back on his head and he tried to pull his tail further between his legs.

"I-it's easy to take things when people are... distracted."

The croc looked at Alan, puzzled for a moment and then his eyes widened slightly.

"So you're not a pickpocket at all, then?"

Alan shook his head and the boss waved his hand at the wolf.

"Boss, are you sure?"

"Get out, Lars. This kid won't hurt me."

The wolf nodded and left the room. Alan stood in front of the desk in confusion.

"There is a tiny little problem if we can't use you, kid. You see, Sarah's been a very, very bad girl lately and I was hoping to get you to do some work for me in order to free up some of my men to get that ledger back. What does that have to do with Sarah? Well her cash has been a nice bonus for me and the firm lately, but she's started to realize that she's paid off her debts already. She wants out and I need someone to take her place so I figured the kid who's been doing all of the work for her would be perfect. What other skills do you have besides being a good 'distraction?'"

Alan thought for a moment.

"I'm good at following directions." He said nervously.

The boss grinned.

"Come here, boy."

Alan stepped up to the front of the desk and the croc slapped an arm around the young canine's shoulder.

"You know, kid, there's pick pocketing, and then there's just plain taking candy from babies." He took a puff on his cigar as he led Alan toward the back of the office. There was a small wooden door and the croc pushed Alan through it.

"You've been working for Sarah for a few months now, right? Got a sweet deal down at that diner I bet, unless you don't like males. But you haven't quit, so I bet you enjoy it."

The room was small and a bench sat in the middle of it. There was a square of metal set into the wall opposite the door with a silver button next to it. The walls were covered in red carpet that Alan thought was a bit weird. The croc closed the door behind them and sat on the bench.

"Sit down, pup."

Alan did as he was told.

"If you want my advice, stay away from bitches entirely. They're nothing but trouble. I can't tell you how many times my woman drives me crazy. More of my people die that way, you know. If that cunt shut her mouth more often, then I would have taken over this fucking city by now. Do you realize I have at least two ulcers because of that nagging woman?"

The croc unzipped the fly of his dress slacks and whipped out a nicely sized dick. Alan gulped. It was much thicker than the fox's and the croc stroked it idly. Alan guessed it was nearly as thick as Steve's erection. The boss looked at the dog beside him and grinned.

"That's why I stick to whores, my boy. There's nothing like putting a bitch in her place to make you feel like you're on top of the world."

"You're already on top of the world, though, right?"

The boss glared at Alan.

"What did I tell you about interrupting?"

Alan clapped a hand over his mouth and laid his ears back on his head. The boss grinned a very large and toothy grin at Alan's behavior and at the canine's gaze which was still fixated on the croc's now throbbing member.

"You don't seem like the kind of guy who likes to be in charge, though kid. Like what you see? Want to have a feel?"

Alan did, deep inside of him, but something in his rational mind told him not to. His cock slid out of his sheath in his pants as he watched the croc's thick meat pulse and throb in his scaled hands. The metal square in the wall slid up suddenly as the boss pressed the button and a dancing, naked, female mouse appeared in a red lit room beyond the glass.

"I can understand your reluctance, but I'm your boss now. Suck me off, dog." The croc growled the command.

Alan felt a lump lodge in his throat. He didn't want to.

"N-no..." The canine heard himself say. Why would he say that? Why would he risk pissing this guy off?

"Excuse me, mutt? I thought you said you were good at following directions. I told you to get me off with your mouth. Now do it or we will have a problem."

"No..." Alan said again. Was he suicidal?

The croc growled and planted his right hand on Alan's head; forcing his muzzle into the scaly crotch. Alan smelled the croc's pungent musk and had to stop himself from moaning. The croc's precum oozed onto his lips and nose as the boss ground Alan's muzzle on his dripping cock. The boss fumed.

"Listen, you flea-bitten slut, when your boss asks you to do something you do it, or shit like this happens!" The croc let go of Alan as he pulled a nine millimeter from behind his back and pressed the barrel to the canine's head as he cocked the gun. "Suck. Me. Off. Now."

Alan was almost in tears. He couldn't do it. It wasn't that the croc was ugly, far from it. He just had no desire to pleasure a mobster. This was a fine time to grow a set of morals. He took a deep breath.

"No... sir."

The croc grunted in resolution and pulled the trigger. Alan winced as the gun clicked. The boss laughed his deep hearty laugh.

"What...?" Alan asked, surprised.

"You've got guts, kid. I like that! Tell you what, if you do everything else that I tell you, then I'll let that bitch Sarah live. Don't worry, I won't ask you to let me fuck you and shit. I don't do gay stuff. I will ask you to do some... questionable things, however. But hey, at least your two-timing slut of a husky will get to live, right?"

"I guess so." Alan said.

"I need more commitment than that, kid." The croc's eyes were locked onto the mouse in the room beyond as his fist stroked his hard cock.

"I-I'll do it."

The boss grinned and Alan licked his lips. The croc's pre was salty and tasted delicious. Alan could only imagine how his cum would taste.

"Good! Now get out so I can finish this shit. Lars will tell you what's up."

Alan nodded and stood, adjusting his pants to better hide his hard-on. He left the small room and was surprised to see Lars standing right outside of the door. The wolf had a grimace on his face.

"You're lucky, mutt." The wolf said. "The boss doesn't like many people. I hope you don't upset him for your sake."

Alan just nodded.

Lars handed him a business card for an auto body shop and a slip of paper with an address on it.

"There's a green Porsche at that shop that we need driven to this address. Be very careful with the car. It needs to be in pristine condition when it arrives. It's a gift to a local detective. It is very important that you not dawdle with the car. It needs to be in that house's driveway by four pm. Are we clear?"

"I think so..."

Lars growled.

"Are. We. Clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now get the fuck out of here."

Alan quickly left the office and Lars slammed the doors behind him. The boss came out of the small room in the back of his office as Alan left; stuffing his still hard erection into his pants with one hand while the other held an open Play-Bunny magazine. Lars turned from the double doors, but quickly averted his eyes and grimaced when he noticed what the croc was doing.

"So the kid passed one of your sick tests, did he?" the wolf asked.

"Yes he did. He was very brave, actually. We should keep an eye on him. In the meantime, Lars, I think it's time we let the cops know their cover has been blown. Don't you?"

The wolf nodded.

"Yes, of course, sir."

"See that it is as painful as possible."

"I will, boss. Thank you for letting me kill him."

"You're most welcome."

The croc watched as Lars opened the doors and sauntered down the hallway beyond and smiled. He threw the magazine on one of the high-backed chairs in the office and returned to the papers on his desk.

Alan practically ran down the dim hallway and out into the casino room. There were significantly less people there and the room was filled with a lot of furs in those black suits. Alan noticed the rhino guard having a drink at the bar as he rushed passed. No one paid him any attention. Alan burst from the dark and smoky casino and was momentarily blinded by the afternoon sun. He shielded his eyes and yelped as someone grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the door. He struggled in fear as his unknown assailant pulled him around the back corner of the building and threw him roughly to the ground.

"Stop making so much damn noise. You'll attract attention."

Alan didn't recognize the voice, but he stopped writhing on the ground long enough for his eyes to adjust. The bartending tiger of the casino stood over him; lighting a cigarette that was sticking out of the corner of his mouth. The tiger was wearing a white button down shirt that was rolled up to his elbows and black suspenders. Black dress slacks that looked very familiar covered his lower body and he had a worn out pair of dress shoes on his feet.

"Whatever they promised you isn't worth it, kid." The tiger said.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Mike. Did they offer you money? Power?"

"They promised not to kill Sarah."

The tiger shook his head and pressed a palm to his forehead.

"She's just as much trouble as they are. Why do you think she has you do all of her dirty work at the diner? Believe me, son, get away from this as soon as you can and don't look back."

"You're the tiger from this morning! Why the hell are you following me?"

"I'm not following you. I'm supposed to be keeping tabs on Sarah and if they pull you into this, too then I will have failed. So please just leave while you still can."

Neither of them heard the back door close from around the corner.

"But they said they would kill Sarah if I don't do a job for them. I can't leave."

"What job? They shouldn't be planning anything new right now."

"I'm supposed to drive a car to some detective's place by four."

The tiger looked stunned.

"They can't be trying to-"

A gunshot interrupted the cat and a spray of blood from Mike's left leg splattered onto Alan's face. The cat yowled in pain; falling to the pavement in front of the canine. Alan looked on wide-eyed as Lars walked up to the spasming feline; shaking his head.

"You've been a naughty kitty, Mike." Lars said. "What have you got to say for yourself?"

"Fuck you, Richter!" Mike reached into his pocket.

"Wrong answer." Lars pointed his gun at Mike's wrist and fired.

Alan nearly wet himself in horror and backed away along the ground as Mike screamed in agony; clutching his bleeding wrist with his other hand. The large wolf knelt next to the cat and began rifling through the pockets of the feline's slacks.

"Get away from me!" Mike yelled, but Lars ignored him.

He pulled Mike's wallet from the pockets along with a gold pocket watch, a small derringer pistol, and a money clip filled with one-hundred dollar bills. Lars threw the gun aside, away from the other two furs while he pocketed the money and watch. He opened the wallet, but there was only a police badge inside.

"Fucking undercover pig," he said.

"The force will be down on you lot like a fucking hurricane!" Mike spat in the wolf's face.

"I'm sure they'll try. And they'll fail. Do you know why, kitty?"

Lars whipped the spittle from his snout and tossed his own gun away in the same direction of the derringer.

"It's because assholes like you think the police are invincible. Do you think you're a hero, Mike? Or should I call you..." Lars looked at the police badge. "Officer Rigs?"

Mike suddenly twisted and kicked Lars in the jaw with his right leg.

"Motherfucker!" The wolf yelped as he fell sideways onto the pavement.

Mike tried to stand by propping himself up against the brick of the wall and started to hobble towards the guns on the pavement.

"Don't just sit there, kid! Help me!" Mike shouted. "The force won't ever let you get away with this, you sick fucks!"

Alan was frozen in fear.

Mike continued: "There will be no one left alive! All of the crime in this city will be decimated!"

Lars stood and he was behind Mike in an instant. The cat gasped suddenly, but there was no sound coming out of his mouth. Lars stepped back and Alan could see the handle of a knife sticking out of the center of Mike's back. The feline teetered on his feet for a moment before he started to fall forward. Lars caught him before he hit the ground.

"Be silent and learn, officer. Don't you see? You're no hero." Lars said.

The large wolf unbuttoned the cat's shirt and pulled a wire from inside. He found the small microphone at the end. Alan could see the feline's eyes still blinking.

"Attention all cops listening in: Officer Rigs will be experiencing immense pain in a few moments, but regrettably, he has been rendered unable to scream. It's a pity, really, because that is the best part in my professional opinion. Unfortunately for you lot, we knew about Rigs before you decided to plant him. So if you do decide to raid us again, we will not be as benevolent as we have been in the past. There will be casualties and there will be widows on your police force. I hope I have made myself clear. Have a pleasant afternoon."

Lars crushed the microphone receiver under his foot and then slung the gurgling tiger over his shoulder. He stooped to pick up both guns. The wolf turned towards Alan, tapped his watch with a finger, and winked.

"You'd better get moving, kid. Time's a wasting."

Alan managed to stand and flee the scene. Lars watched him go until he was out of sight and then carried Mike inside the building.

Steve sat back in his desk chair and stretched his arms above his head. The mouse yawned mostly from boredom. He was dressed in a blue and white pinstriped button down shirt that was open down to the top of his stomach. His pants were ordinary black slacks and his suspenders were hanging about his waist. There were three fans blowing in the office, but none of them were helping with the heat. He looked at his watch and frowned. His wife should have called him about dinner by now. Steve shrugged and cracked his knuckles idly. He scratched his chest fur under his open collar and sighed. His mind drifted away from the files on his desk and he found himself thinking of Alan. He imagined what the German shepherd's tongue would feel like all over him; licking the sweat from his damp fur. He imagined Alan handcuffed and completely submitting to him. Steve's erection strained against the fabric of his trousers incessantly.

"God damn it."

The white mouse got up from his desk and closed the blinds on his office windows and locked the door. He returned to his desk as he opened his pants to let his already dripping member spring free. He opened the porn folder on his computer and activated the slideshow feature. Pictures of German shepherds scrolled by on the screen and Steve grabbed his throbbing rod. But none of the pictures were of Alan. Steve found himself closing his eyes to picture the first encounter he had shared with the canine in the Sunny Side Up bathroom. He reached his other hand down his left thigh to rub his tattoo where Alan had licked him.

"Fuck, Alan, why haven't you called?" He said to himself as he thrust his drooling maleness through his fist.

Alan was sitting in the driver's seat of the car at a red light. The air conditioning was turned on full blast. The Porsche was green with tan upholstery. There was a grey wool blanket draped over something in the back seat and Alan was sweating nervously and trying to resist the urge to peak under it. He still had two hours before the car had to be in the detective's driveway. The light turned green. What harm was there in taking the car for a spin for a while? It was a nicer car than he had ever been in before and Alan was itching to try it out at higher speeds. But first he wanted to see what was under that blanket. He pulled the car into a relatively deserted supermarket parking lot and drove around behind the building. When the car was parked, Alan unbuckled his seat belt and turned in his seat. He gingerly lifted the corner of the gray blanket and saw what looked like brown fur.

"No way..." Alan thought.

He pulled the blanket off further to reveal the face of a Doberman. The other canine's mouth was taped shut and it looked like he was naked, but bound very tightly with white rope. The mobsters had even placed a white ribbon bow on the dog's chest. Alan stared, wide-eyed. Was the Doberman dead? There was no blood and his mouth was tapped, so probably not. But why do this? Alan gingerly put the blanket back over the Doberman's head and turned around in his seat; placing his hands on the wheel. Was the car bombed, then? Lars said it needed to be there by four, but why blow up this Doberman and the detective? Alan pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and pressed one on speed dial.

"Hi!"

Alan opened his mouth to speak, but the female voice on the other end of the line interrupted him.

"This is Sarah's phone, I'm not here right now, but I'll do my best to call you later. If you're hot leave your number!"

"Fuck," Alan said to himself. "She's probably still working."

He closed his phone and looked at the blanket covered fur in the rearview. The German shepherd bit his lower lip.

"God damn it." He said as he pulled Steve's card out of his pocket and dialed the number.

"Hey sweetie, I was wondering when you'd call me about dinner." Steve said over the line. It sounded like he was smiling.

"I'm really sorry for not calling you between noon and one, Steve, but I really need your help." Alan chewed on one of his nails nervously.

"...Alan?" Steve's expression changed as he swiveled in his chair.

"Yeah, listen. I need a huge favor. Could you meet me at 514 West Crown Circle in about a half hour?"

"I guess so, what's the problem."

"I don't think you'd believe me unless you see it for yourself." Alan looked back at the Doberman under the blanket.

"Well I need to tell my boss something if I'm taking a second lunch break." Steve grabbed a wad of tissue from off of his desk and threw it out.

"I'm having... some car trouble."

"Alright I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Thank you so much... bye." Alan hung up the phone. He took a deep breath as he fastened his seat belt and put his hands on the wheel.

"I really hope that this car isn't wired to explode." He winced as he turned the key and the car started normally. Alan sighed in relief and drove towards the address on the card.

Steve stood and grabbed his suit jacket from the coat hanger by his office door. Why did he even wear this thing today? He slung the jacket over his shoulder and walked out of his office, locking it behind him. He walked down the hallway and knocked on the large doors to his boss's office.

"Come in!"

Steve pushed the door open and walked inside.

"Sir, I just wanted to tell you that I have to leave early. My wife was in a car accident and I have to go make sure she's alright."

His boss raised a hand dismissively from behind the large back of his desk chair. Puffs of cigar smoke rose from the chair as he did so.

"Go ahead, Wesson, just remember to lock your office this time."

"Thank you, sir. I already did, sir." Steve said as he left the room and closed the doors behind him. The mouse left the office building and walked to his car. He hoped Alan was okay. The canine had sounded very nervous over the phone. Steve started his car and drove out of the parking lot.

Sarah sat, naked in one of the boss's high backed chairs, drinking brandy. Lars stood across from the husky next to the croc's desk. The boss was sitting behind his desk with his arms crossed over his bare chest.

"So why is it so important that we get rid of my errand boy again?" Sarah asked.

The boss sighed.

"I don't want to get rid of him, bimbo. I want him to be watched. Closely."

Sarah took a sip of her drink as she uncrossed her legs and gave Lars a very clear view of her pussy as she did so. The wolf rolled his eyes and snorted indignantly. Sarah frowned.

"How close are we talking? I practically see the kid every day."

"I know." The croc said. "He's almost more of a slut than you."

Sarah scoffed. Lars cleared his throat.

"What is it, Lars?" The boss asked.

"Sir, I have that undercover cop in lockup, but what exactly are you planning to do with that green Porsche? Why didn't you let Hammond wire it to blow so we can get rid of that pesky dick?"

The boss shook his head as he stood. Lars was grateful that the croc was wearing pants. The croc walked over to Sarah and offered her a cigarette, which she took and he lit.

"I don't want to kill him, Lars. I'm offering a token of good faith."

"How exactly?"

"If you knew that, then one of us would have to die. There's no room in this organization for two bosses. Now why don't you take a trip out into the hall? I think I'm ready for round two."

He grinned as he lifted Sarah's chin with a thumb and forefinger. She smiled back at him as Lars grumbled; leaving the room. The boss quickly pulled out his thick cock, which was already throbbed to half mast. Sarah removed the cig in her mouth and swallowed the dick without a second thought; rolling her tongue along the underside teasingly. The croc groaned in pleasure and gripped her hair in one of his hands; thrusting into her hot, wet mouth. She whimpered, but it was mostly for show. He would get himself off in her mouth without much work on her part. She reached between her legs and fingered herself idly.

"Oh fuck, yeah, bitch... God what a hot mouth..." The croc sighed as he pumped his large cock into the back of Sarah's throat. She relaxed and let the head of his member pass her tonsils. His precum was disgustingly bitter and salty. Sarah hated giving him head.

"Mmm take my rod, you fucking slut. Can't nag with a dick in your mouth, can you whore?"

Sarah groaned around his thick member; wishing he would cum already. Her jaw was getting tired. Alan was a much better fuck than the croc. The boss's big chest heaved as he panted hotly and began thrusting faster in her mouth; his scaly maleness dragging across her tongue more feverishly. She stopped fingering herself and grabbed his balls, tugging on them roughly to maintain some semblance of control. He yelped in alarm as she did, but he made no move to stop her. His rod throbbed thicker in her mouth and she knew he was close. She started to work at it now, moving her tongue along the underside of his cock and bobbing her head in time with his thrusts. Her long canine tongue wrapped almost all of the way around his tool and he gasped at the intense pleasure. He stopped moving his hips to let her finish him off. He only lasted that way for several more seconds.

"Thank fucking god." She thought as he visibly tensed and pumped his cock a few more times deep into her throat.

"Oh... shit...!" He moaned loudly as his erection erupted into her mouth; grunting and still thrusting his length in and out. She swallowed all of the intensely bitter and thick cum as if she was getting paid. He pushed his dick to the back of her muzzle one last time as the final spurt of his seed fired directly down her throat. She then sucked hard as his cock slid from her lips. The boss staggered back to his desk and leaned on it.

"Hot damn, girl..." He picked up one of the cigarettes and lit it; taking a long drag as his breathing slowly returned to normal.

"So do I have your word that you won't kill Alan?"

The croc laughed.

"You think that getting me off every so often earns you some kind of favor?"

"No. I'm just fairly fond of him, that's all."

"We won't be trying to kill him. If he gets himself killed, though, that's not our fault."

Sarah sighed and began to get dressed.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I'm going home. I already got you that ledger you wanted."

"Oh come on, I didn't even get to fuck you yet."

"Yeah well maybe you should do that first next time." Sarah slipped her shoes back on her feet and walked towards the door.

"Sarah, don't leave. I'll be ready to go again in a few minutes!"

"So fuck someone else." Sarah stopped at the door as the croc pulled out his gun and pointed it at her.

"Come back here." He ordered.

"You won't shoot me. I'm too useful."

The boss glared at her and cocked the gun. He hated it when she was right. He lowered the firearm and put it on the desk.

"Well get out if you're leaving."

He snorted and took a drag on the fag in his mouth.

"Aw, don't be upset. I bet some of your henchmen would be happy to let you fuck them."

The croc snarled and grabbed the crystal ashtray off of his desk; pulling his arm back to throw it.

"Get out!"

Sarah quickly closed the door behind her as the ashtray shattered against it. Lars was waiting in the hallway.

"Pissing him off isn't smart, princess."

"Oh please, he knows I'm too important to have you and his thugs whack me."

Lars grabbed Sarah's arm and squeezed it very tightly.

"Let go!" She said, "You're hurting me!"

"You had better hope to God and Christ almighty that he doesn't find someone to replace you. If and when he does, you can bet I will be the first to put a bullet in your slutty pussy."

Sarah wrenched her arm from the wolf's grip.

"Well geez, I heard wolves were loyal, but you're just being ridiculous. Why don't you suck him off next time? I bet that would make him feel better about his shitty marriage."

Lars reached into his pocket and pulled out his switchblade in a flash; pointing it at Sarah.

"You should leave right now. A few cuts won't kill you and they may even teach you some manners."

Sarah looked at the knife, horrified.

"You wouldn't dare..."

"No one would stop me. I suggest you get out of my sight or I will put this knife somewhere very unpleasant."

Sarah turned on her heal and ran down the dark hallway. Lars closed the knife and put it back in his pocket. He turned away from the doors; thinking it would not be best to disturb the boss while he fumed. In any case, Officer Rigs wasn't going to torture himself.

END?