{"sf1_id":645420,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Getting in Harms Way","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":7139,"posted_at":"2014-01-08T11:34:00.000Z","tags":["Cum","Equine","Fox","M/F","Steam Punk","Vaginal","Violence","film noir","oryx"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/645420-getting-in-harms-way","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/645420","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=645420\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#1 of Tales from The Hub\n\nOK boys and girls, this is the first story of a new possible series. If you read it, please do me the favor of commenting; good, bad or ugly. The background of the world and characters will develop over time.","content":"                They\nsay either ya love the city or ya hate it. As the joke goes, if ya hate it,\nmove out. Where's the joke in that? There's nothing else but the city. Yeah,\nsure, there're the Outlands, and people do live in those forsaken crap holes,\nraising Mords and crops and the like. But there is only the One City. It's the\ncenter of everything. Without it, there could be nothing else. If it helps, think\nof it as the heart and brain of the world all wrapped into one.\n                Since\nyou've never been there, which I would find hard to believe, I'll tell ya a\ntiny bit about it. It's big. I realize I have nothing worthy enough to compare\nit too, which to me automatically makes it the largest community around.\nOutland settlements may have a few hundred Expers, but the city has hundreds of\nthousands. Nothing happens anywhere that doesn't first start here. A name?\nMine? Oh, the city's. Well, that's a cause for debate. It goes by The Hub,\nthough others call it Grecksperity. Me, I call it home. Any other name is\npointless. All arguing about it will do is get ya on the bad side of someone you'd\nrather have as a friend.\n                Me?\nWell, I don't often give out my name. Ya see, a lot of people know it, but they\ndon't usually associate it with my face anymore. That's to my advantage as well\nas theirs. If ya must know, I go by Veracity Harms. Yes, as a matter of fact,\nthat is my real given name. The last part, my family surname, is pretty old. My\nfirst name is thanks to the algorithm. Don't ask. I'll explain it later. My\nfather, bless his soul, was a relative unknown on this world. He liked it that\nway. I learned well from him. Anonymity has a lot of advantages to it,\nespecially when ya have a lot of wealth.\n                Money?\nMoney ain't wealth, ya idiot. Information is wealth. Oh, I've got money, but I\ndon't flaunt it. No point in tempting people into doing foolish things. That\nwas why, when I set out on my present project, I chose to get a companion. I\nneeded someone who would compliment me; someone who could go where I couldn't\ngo and who could deal with the people who refused to deal with me. It was a bit\ntricky, interviewing the applicants. I didn't inform them of what the job entailed\nuntil I had one I liked. In the end, it turns out he was way over qualified.\n                Now\nwe're never seen apart. The suave, stylish, short and furry one with his\nimpossibly tall, dark and muscle bound partner. The descriptive terms I just\nused don't do us justice, but for your benefit, think of us as a gray fox and a\nstallion. It's not a proper identification, but it will do for the moment. I\nfind there to be no advantage in boring ya with details right now. You'll get\nthe blanks filled in as the story goes.\n                This is\nthe last little bit of preface. I can't leave you hanging in all regards. The\ncity had a police force, such as it was, but they were corrupt and often\nuseless. They were nearly as bad as the Brotherhood of the Truth and the\nvarious criminal organizations that flourished here. An honest person rarely\nsurvived unscathed, an evil person rarely lived long, and death was your only\nsure friend.\n                I took\nit upon myself to right the wrongs, leastwise those I saw as the most outlandish\nand evil. Sure it's rather one-sided and inconsistent, but it's better than\nnothing. It's peculiarly pathetic on the face of it, but if I could help even\none person, then I could feel I did some little good for this world. It turns\nout I got myself in for more than I bargained for. What? Who? Oh, my partner. Goes\nby the name of Bolshoi Way. His first name was like everyone else's, a matter\nof fate. The Creator had programmed the machine to work that way. No one argued\nwith it, even after a thousand years.\n                My\npartner and I had worked out a system, whenever we were working on a case, to\nkeep the information flowing. If it happened to slow to a trickle, or if\nsomeone caught on to us, then the blood flowed. If we were lucky, it was the\nwhiskey that flowed instead. We weren't usually that lucky, even if we were\nbuying. Regardless, the questions got asked and one way or another, we got\nanswers. When we cornered our quarry, it was time enough to dole out the\npunishment. If they were fortunate, we killed them outright. Their luck was\noften on par with our own however. They weren't usually that lucky.\n                This was\nthe first case I worked on with my new partner. The details of it were sickeningly\nhideous. The cops were ignoring the crimes, even though the newspapers were\nplastering it all over their front pages. There was a rapist/murderer hitting\nthe dark pockets of The Hub. He wasn't particular in his tastes; of the twenty\nthree victims attributed to him, few had anything in common. They were all\ndifferent species, and their ages ranged from fifty six years to eighteen\nmonths. Of course, some species aged differently, and some cubs were bigger\nthan others, but the whole thing made me nauseous.\n                Since\nno one else seemed interested in apprehending him, I made it my prerogative to\ntake this creep out. If, and I say if, I happened to wipe a few others off the\nstreets at the same time, then so be it. There's something satisfying about\nmayhem; uncontrolled mayhem is extremely gratifying. My partner and I each had\nour own way of dealing with adversaries. You'll eventually figure it out.\n                This\ncreep had been dubbed by the newspapers The Vivisectionist. He cruelly hacked\nhis victims to death after repeatedly raping them for hours or days on end. The\nonly reason the police would turn a blind eye towards a criminal like this was\nbecause he worked for one of the syndicates. Someone was paying huge sums in an\nattempt to cover it up. It was a surprise that the newspapers ever got wind of\nthe crimes at all. That was my first clue.\n                Newspapermen\nusually got their intel from a reliable source and lacking that, they would\npublish any innuendo that came dancing in front of their eyes. If the police force\nwas trying to put the kibosh on the matter, the papers had to be getting their\nstory from a less officious source. I had mulled over that for a while before coming\nto a conclusion. I needed to verify my deductions. That's where I needed a\npartner. \n                We\nwalked into the offices of The Spoke. It wasn't the largest rag in town, but it\nhad a reputation for exploitive reporting and tabloid style news. I was here to\nsee Charlo, aka \"The Ear.\" He had his nose in everyone's business even if they\ndidn't know it. In fact, I was the only one who was aware of his network of\nspies and informants. It always shook him up when I dropped in. I think this\nwas because he knew who I was, but never could dig up anything to use against\nme. It was well known amongst the criminal and lawful alike that he had files\nhidden away that could ruin most of them. It was also known that if he was\nmurdered, that information would go public.\n On me, he had nothing.   \n                I sent\nin Bolshoi first, just to get ole Charlo pissed off. I found him easier to deal\nwith when he was off his guard. My partner had picked up the tricks of the\ntrade with preternatural speed. Within a few minutes the editor was foaming at\nthe mouth and raging at my partner. When his rage turned to threats of bodily\nharm, I glided into the room. \n                Now\nCharlo was no fool, but he wasn't a coward either. Cowards didn't survive here.\nHis skin went white (as much as his fur would show) and he dropped back into\nhis chair. \"Uh, Hello Veracity. What the hell are you doing here?\" \n                \"Hello\nCharlo. I was accompanying this fine little fellow here, who so wanted to ask ya\na few questions. It seems to me you've been a bit harsh towards him. Don't tell\nme I need to shake ya down again.\" I looked at him with narrowed eyes. I flared\nmy nostrils for effect.\n                \"Listen\nyou freak, I have the right to keep my sources anonymous. The rules say I do!\nSo get the hell out!\" \n                \"Oh,\nyou're right about that! Just between you and me though, I don't think anyone\ngives a shit. I know I don't. So save us both a lot of time and frustration and\nanswer my friend's questions.\"\n                For an\nanswer, the editor pulled open his desk drawer and pulled out a formidable\nsized pistol. He waved it around frantically before aiming it at me. His arm\nquavered like a reed in a wind storm. \"Goddammit you nosy asshole, I said get\nout. Out! Out! Out!\"\n                I\nexamined the gun down the length of my face to my nose, where it was presently\naimed. It was a good make, a hand crafted piece with a large bore. Nice! It was\nabout the same size as the one I had just had to retire. I still carried my\nother one, but it was a special needs only piece. \"I've looked at a gun from\nthis side more times than you have from that end. Do me the favor and spare us\nthe mess of me plastering your carcass all over the wall.\" He was suddenly\nlooking down the barrel of my remaining gun. He recognized it immediately and\ndropped his like it was molten metal. As I happened to have my hand clamped\nover the barrel; I considered his release of it a sign I could keep it. There\nweren't too many fifty caliber hand guns around. Few had the strength the fire\nthem and keep their arm attached to their shoulder. They were only good at\nintimidating those who didn't know any better, unless you had the muscle to\nwield them.\n                \"That's\na good boy Charlo. Now, my friend here asked ya a question or two. How about an\nanswer or three?\"\n                He\nlooked like he had just been told the meal he had eaten had been laced with poison.\n\"Good luck finding this guy. I assume you've already figured out he's being\nprotected. The cops are lame and degenerate, but not even they would avoid\ninvestigating this unless there was a lot of dough involved. Before you ask,\nno, I haven't any idea who this sicko is. He could belong to any of the mob\nfamilies, or even be a high priest in the Brotherhood. Fact is, he could even\nbe a cop, though I doubt it. The chief would have put a bullet in him\npersonally to save himself the public embarrassment.\"\n                \"Yeah,\nI figured that much out already. What I need to know is who your source is. I\nknow for a fact that every other newspaper is copying everything ya print.\nSince they aren't intelligent or lucky enough to have their own source, yours\nmust be the only one. I need a name.\"\n                \"If I\ngive you his name, he'll be dead before sunset and so will I. I may have a lot\nof information on these jerks, but if I push them too far, they'll find no\nreason to keep me alive. They'll have an all out war if they find out who my\ninformant is. This person is a model citizen.\"\n                My cock\nstiffen imperceptibly. \"Thanks Charlo. I'll send over a replacement gun for ya,\nsomething less showy and a bit more lethal for your hands. There's no point in\nholding something ya can never fire.\" I turned to go.\n                \"Wait!\nWhat are you thanking me for?\"\n                \"The\ninformation we needed.\"\n                \"But I\ntold you nothing!\" he screamed.\n                \"Correct.\nBut it was in what ya didn't tell me that I ascertained what I needed to know.\nI'll have the pleasure of making a social call on Charise Morou.\"\n                The\neditor fell back on his chair with a cry of despair. \"But you can't, you just\ncan't! If her husband finds out, we'll all be dead! Why do you think I said he?\nI was trying to throw you off.\"\n                I\nlaughed a little too loudly. \"God forbid that we should die! It's one of the\nfew luxuries we have, ya little tight-assed bastard. Besides, remember the old\nwords; do onto others before they do you. I think I have a shot at evening any\nodds the bookies might place on my future successes.\"\n                Charlo\nslumped back in his chair. \"I hate you. I don't mean that lightly Veracity, I\nreally, truly hate you. But...if you're going to pursue this, at least don't be\nan idiot.\" He opened another drawer in his desk. He removed a wooden and brass\nbox. \"Here's the rest of the ammo for that gun. And I had better see a\nreplacement in my office before sundown!\"\n                I\npocketed the box, finding that it fit, if only barely, into my jacket pocket. The\ngun slipped into the empty holster like they had been crafted by the same\nhands.. As we left, my partner fell into step beside me. Looking up he said,\n\"So, who exactly is this Charise. The name sounds vaguely familiar.\"\n                \"Charise?\nShe and I are old friends. Do ya recall the actress and model Charise Fellows?\"\n                The\nlittle fox's eyes lit up. \"Oh, that Charise. I was aware she had dropped out of\nthe limelight, but never the reason why. Married to the mob huh?\"\n                \"Yeah,\nyou could say that. Wasn't much her decision. When someone gives ya a choice\nbetween a permanent chunk of lead in your brain and a cushy but illicit\nlifestyle, only an intelligent person takes the bullet. Carise has looks and a\nbod that won't quite, but she hasn't got the wits to think ahead. Last I heard\nshe was pretty miserable. That has nothing to do with me, of course. She made\nher choice and has to live with. However, if she's leaking information on\nBlackmantle Morou, then she has just piqued my interest again.\n                Bolshoi\nlet loose a long whistle. \"I didn't realize that this job was going to get me into\nso many situations. Are you sure I'm cut out for it?\" \n                I loved\nthe way his voice was high pitched compared to mine. It was one of the reason's\nI chose him. No one looked at him and said; this\nfellow is dangerous! He was perfect for getting information on a more\nsubtle level than I myself could do. Oh, I could be subtle, but it did little\ngood. When you're over four hundred pounds of equial bone and muscle, even the\nCarns pay attention. The black hair over a black hide didn't help ease the\naverage person into accepting me as more than a crazed murderer. I didn't mind.\nThat kind of reputation kept most of the maniacs off my case. That in turn\nsaved me a fortune in ammunition. \n                Then\nthere was the leather. Normally, only the Carns wore the stuff. The average\nExper refused to soil themselves with the reputation associated with it. Exper?\nThat explanation can wait. I'll just say that all of the intelligent beings\nliving here are descended from the original Expers. The Mords are what we were\nor something like that. They're just dumb animals that look remotely like a lot\nof us. The only reason they're still around is because the Carns need something\nto eat. However, an Equial wearing the skin of another animal is considered\nsacrilege. \n                So\nanyway, back to the leather. I had a full length outfit made. The coat falls to\nmy ankles, and has enough steel banding sewn inside to make it weigh eighty\npounds. It isn't bullet proof or knife proof, but few know that for certain. I\nhave pants of the same material. My shirt varies with my mood. It too is\nusually black. \n                Bolshoi\nis always properly dapper, with ruffled collars, velvet and cotton. He wears\nglasses to give him an air of distinction, but in reality his eyes are a tad\nbetter than mine. He's light on his feet, quiet, good with a sword and better\nwith throwing knives. He's an inventor and usually has something hidden up his\nsleeve at all times. As I found out later, he was damn good at keeping secrets.\nYa can't pull the wool over my eyes too often. This little sneak pulled a major\none. It taught me to never assume anything about anyone ever again.  But that has little bearing on the case at\nhand.\n                Finding\nCharise wasn't going to be a problem. Getting to her without causing a minor\nskirmish was. I needed to draw her out in the open, yet somewhere where she\nwouldn't be seen. Like I said, she was one hot dame and even if ya didn't\nrecognize her for who she was, ya still couldn't help notice her nice tits and\nass. That meant there was only one place that was fit for me to see her.\n                My\npartner proved invaluable in so many ways. First, he took my letter straight to\nher. I left it up to him to figure out a way of avoiding the thugs and\ncutthroats that peppered the Morou Estate. \nIf he managed to do that, he then still had to approach the lady herself\nwithout getting a knife in the gut. She wasn't likely to take kindly to\nintruders into her boudoir. \n                In the\nend, he performed swimmingly. He never told me how he managed it, nor did I\nask. The letter he brought back was genuine. I knew her delicately flourished\nscript anywhere. She agreed to meet me at Liatra's. We used to have dinner there,\nback when she was a rising star. It was a nice enough place. The food was good.\nAnd it had private dining rooms. That was more important than a meal in this\nsituation. It had been important back then too.\n                I know\nthe owner, so getting in the back way was easy enough. Bloshoi dressed as a\nwaiter and posted himself by the front door to make sure she wasn't followed.\nShe wisely took a cab, though as it turned out in the end, two different ones.\nShe got in one, rode it to the tram station, walked in the front and out the\nback to a different one. She had learned caution. That was good. \n                My\npartner escorted her to the back, locking the door behind him. No one was going\nto get in, not easily anyway. I hoped to get the information I wanted quickly\nand be on my way. Each extra minute with her pushed the situation farther into\nthe danger zone.\n                She\ndidn't immediately see me. I know; how could she miss? I blend into the shadows\nquite well, and I left one half of the room in the dark. While she was staring\ninto the shadows, I cleared my throat from the booth in the corner behind the\ndoor. That's the other trick. Let them think you're in one place when you're in\nanother.\n                She\njumped. \"Dammit Veeeracity! You how I hate to be frightened!\" \n                I had\nalways loved the way she lingered on the \"e\" in my name. I was looking her over\nfrom top to bottom. I had no intention of getting mixed up with her, not that\nway. But it was fun reminiscing. \"I know ya do. Doesn't explain how ya got\nmixed up with a jerk like Morou. I would think every day would have ya looking\nover your shoulder, just waiting for something bad to happen.\"\n                She\nsmiled thinly. \"Oh, I have my penances to deal with. You wouldn't believe some\nof the punishments I've had to endure. But then again, I didn't see you\nstepping up to save me from myself!\"\n                I\nsniffed, blowing out my hot breath in her face. \"Ya knew I would never marry. I\ntold ya that from the start. It never stopped ya from climbing into my bed\nevery night for a year.\"\n                She\npulled off a glove and ran her fingers across my chest. \"Yes, I suppose you\ndid. An Oryx can always hope, can't she?\"\n                Now,\nbefore ya get too confused, I likely need to clarify. She wasn't like the\noriginal animal by that name any more than I was a horse. She was bipedal, like\nall Expers. She had some resemblance to her namesake; she was graceful,\nbeautiful and I was getting a hard-on just thinking about her naked. She pulled\noff her hat to reveal her diminutive horns. They were neatly filed down and\ncovered in gold. I didn't approve. I liked her better as she was meant to be.\nBut then again, I had no say in the matter.\n                She\nsensed my dismay. \"What? You don't like my jeweled horns? I remember when you\nused to use them to keep me from falling to the floor when you pounded the...\"\n                \"Yes, I\nremember quite clearly Charise! All I want today is some information. Once I\nhave it, you're free to go.\"\n                She sat\ndown, forcing me back into the booth. \"Is that all I'm good for anymore? I\nhaven't heard a word from you in three years and you arrange this wonderfully\nromantic meeting, and all for some information? You've changed Veeeracity, and\nnot for the better.  But I haven't.\" She\nstared at me for a moment and then sighed. \"You can have your information.\"\n                \"Just\nlike that?\"\n\"Of course not, you big fool! I\nwant something in return.\n\"What?\n\"Nothing too difficult. I want you\nto show me you still care for me. I want you to do it now, here, and I want it\nuntil I cry for you to stop. Then you can ask me anything you want.\"\n\"Is that it? The last time I looked\nyou were married to the worst hoodlum in town. I don't think he'd be too\npleased to find out his wife was getting hit on by an old flame!\"\n\"I'm not going to tell him; are\nyou?\"\nI have to admit I snorted out an\nundignified laugh. \"Tell him?! By the time I'd be done with you, that old Carn\nwill be able to stick two cocks his size into you.  To be honest, I had you pegged as ruined for\nthe average guy.\"\nShe grabbed my nostrils and\npinched. I never flinched. \"Listen, you big jerk. I'll have you know I trained\nmyself to keep my muscle tone intact. Otherwise, I could have rented out my\npoor cunt as storage space. If I did it before, I can do it again. So either\nshut up or put out. If you want your information so badly, get those disgusting\nleathers off and show me the joy I haven't had in years.\"\nI was really reluctant to do this.\nAll I wanted was to get a name and get out quickly. In the back of my head, I\nhad known this was a possibility. She still secretly craved my companionship.\nAfter all, it was I who had broke off the relationship, blaming it on her\ncareer. As I once said, \"All the men will fall for a girl they think they have\na chance with over one who is obviously smitten with someone they could never\nbe.\" It was true. However, I had said it more than once; I would never get\nmarried. It hardly mattered if it was to some old hag or the most beautiful\nperson I had ever met.\nAs it was, my pants weren't going\nto fit comfortably for much longer. Her hand ran down my chest to my crotch.\nHer eyes lit up. \"Now that's what I'm talking about!\"\nI was faced with making a snap\ndecision. I could sit here and argue with her for an eternity, or I could\ncomply with her demands, get what I wanted and get out. Given her propensity\nfor sex and mine for endurance, either situation was going to take longer than\nI wanted. However only one would get me my answer. I pushed her out of the\nbooth and stood. My coat dropped to the floor with a leaden thud.\n                That\nwas followed by my gun belt, my shirt, boots and my pants. I know some guys drop\ntheir pants around their ankles, but that's just stupid. I can run faster naked\nthan I can half dressed. Besides, I was in no danger. Charise on the other hand\nwas keeping her clothes on. I wasn't surprised. We had played this game before.\nIt was one of the reasons I loved a dame in a dress. You could do what ya\nwanted and a minute later they could walk away like nothing happened. Well, not\nall of them could do that. Some had to walk a little bow legged out the door\nwhen I was done.\n                Her\neyes lit up when I was done stripping. \"Veeercity darling, I'm so looking\nforward to this interrogation. I promise you, whatever you want to know, I'll\nhappily tell you.\" She pressed her fingers against the joints on either side of\nher jaw. It was a trick she had perfected just for me. With a slight pop, it\ncame undone. She kissed my cock with those sweet lips just before opening wide\nto take it in her mouth.  There aren't\nmany folks, male or female, regardless of the species, which can take what I\nhave to offer in such a manner. Hell, there aren't many that can take\nit...period!\n                She was\na one in a million. She took it slow, not because she had to, but because she\nknew I loved the feeling. It wasn't often I got the treat of having someone\ngiving me their all just because they wanted to. Besides, I hadn't gotten laid\nin weeks. I hoped she knew what she was in for.\n                Her\npale fingers caressed my throbbing meat as she slowly engulfed as much as she\ncould. I once choked a Carn to death in a similar manner, but here she bravely\nworked it in nearly a third of its length before she could take no more. I\ncould feel her slim tongue working the shaft from underneath while the tip of\nmy cock had to be staring at her stomach. I can tell ya, I didn't last long. I tried\nto warn her, but she sank her nails into my tender flesh and held on for the\noncoming storm. I blew so hard she gagged and lost her grip. I came loose in a\nspray of foamy white.\n                It took\nher a moment to get her breath back. \"I say darling, you've been neglecting\nyourself. I never allowed you to get yourself in such a state. And I think\nyou've ruined my dress!\" \n                Indeed,\nshe was covered in cum. But if she was truly bothered by it, she didn't show\nit. She grabbed the edge of the table with one hand, flipping up her dress with\nthe other to reveal a pale bare ass bisected with a hot pink slit. \"I didn't\nbother with the panties. I tend to lose them when I take them off in strange\nplaces.\" She turned her head back, grabbing the table solidly with the other\nhand. She remembered how this routine went.\n                \"Are ya\nsure ya want this? Ya know how I can get!\"\n                I\ncouldn't see her face, but her voice betrayed her smile. \"Darling, I hoping you\nhaven't changed one ounce in that regard!\"    \n                I ran a\nhand down across her buttocks. They were as firm and perfect as I remembered. I\nslid one finger into her pink moistness, eliciting a shudder. She was excited,\nof that there was no doubt. I only hoped that after all this time, she hadn't\nlost her ability to handle what I was about to give her.\n                Now,\nbefore ya go thinking horse again, remember that I'm not a horse. However, I am\nhung in a similar manner. Trust me, I've seen real horses during a trip to the\nOutlands; I even dabbled in trying out a mare or two. But a true horse stallion\nhas got me by a few inches, both in length and width. Still, as far as Expers\ngo, I sit at the top of the hierarchy when it comes to cock size. Poor Charise\nshould have stuck to something more in her line. Luckily for me she's tougher\nthan she looks and hornier than a teenage Lago. \n                I\ngrabbed her hips and lined up for the kill. That's not a joke exactly; I've\ndone in a few of my victims in this manner. The head of my cock pressed tightly\nagainst her taut lips. I wanted her pretty badly by now, but at the same time,\nhad no desire to do her unnecessary damage. She apparently knew what I was\nthinking. With a well timed backwards push, she forced her hot crack over the\ntip of my meat.  I finished the job with\none gigantic thrust. She let loose of cry of mixed pain and delight.\n                It was\nloud enough to attract the attention of my partner. I heard a light rap on the\ndoor and a faint, \"Is everything OK in there?\"\n                \"Yes,\njust fine. Things haven't gotten out of hand yet.\"\n                She\ngroaned a little. \"No not yet. I'm hoping that will come later!\" I hoped\nBolshoi didn't hear that.\n                I\npushed in harder, forcing her hips forward, despite my grip. She collapsed\nagainst the table, allowing my hands to be free for other things. Like\nclockwork, I moved my grip from her hips to her horns. They used to be a bit\nlonger, but my oversized hands clamped on to what was there with the strength\nof a vice. She grunted at the force of my actions, but followed it up with a\ncoo.\n                Gawd\nVeeeracity! I've so missed your grand entrances!\"              \n                That\nmuch was true. She could never get enough of me, physically anyways. We didn't\nalways see eye to eye on other matters, but on this one we were dead on. I\npushed frantically deeper between her legs, gaining an inch or so with every push.\nIt was like prying apart the shells of an oyster. And just like an oyster,\ngetting into her insides was like finding a pearl. I was glad she had gotten me\noff already. Had she not done so, I would have blown my wad way too soon.\n                As it\nwas, I was getting little crazy. I do that sometimes, when it doesn't much matter.\nYou'll see what I mean later. With Charise, I was glad she had experienced me\nin rage mode more than once in the past. Not only had she survived them fairly unscathed,\nshe seemed to enjoy them. Most who suffered through them didn't. She appeared\nto relish the abuse. At the moment her head was pulled backwards at an\nuncomfortable angle as I banged the hell out of her. I could feel the tip of my\nmeat grinding roughly against her womb. Given enough time I just might force my\nway past her cervix and gain myself a few more inches of working room.\n                I could\nhear the vertebrae in her neck creak and grind as I pounded away. Most gals I\nknow would have called this rape, but not my lithe little Oryx. It was what she\nused to live for. It was nice for me to be able to cut loose on a willing\nvictim again. Usually this performance was reserved for; well, I'll tell ya\nlater. Anyway, I was giving her the first real fuck she'd had in years. That\npussy mobster husband of hers might think he was a big deal, but I had more on\nhim in any category he could come up with. He certainly couldn't outperform me\nin this one.\n                It was\na good thing she could produce copious amounts of lubrication. At the rate I\nwas pumping her, the lack of it would have caused her to burn up from the\nfriction. As it was, we were both beginning to overheat. Sweat was beading up\non my neck and tricking down my back. Even my lover was starting to perspire.\nIt was one of the reasons I used her horns. It was the one spot that didn't get\nslippery.\n                She was\npushing back against me, probably more to ease the crease in her belly (from\nthe table) than anything else. I wasn't completely unfeeling towards her\nposition. I stopped for just a moment, let loose of her horns and wrapped my\nhands around her slim waist. My fingers sank into the material of her dress. I\nhauled her into the air, leaving her feet to dangle above the floor. I turned\nher into a washboard; my cock being the laundry. We had done this before. \n                Before\nI could get going, she shakily blurted out, \"Turn me!\" I did as she commanded.\nI lifted her up and turned her in an about face. She lifted her legs until they\nran up my chest and then dug her nails into my shoulders. Needless to say she\nwas still quite flexible. It was a fun position, but a dangerous one for her.\nOnce or twice in the past I had slipped out and re-entered the wrong hole. That\nwas fine for me but not so good for her. I was cautious to make sure I hit the\nright spot this time\n                I slid\nback in and returned to banging the shit out of her. I'm sure it had to feel\nlike I was trying to drive a fence post with her body, the fence post being my\ncock of course. I could feel her clamping down around me. It was a tossup who\nwould let loose first. I figured if she wanted this so badly, I'd hold off\nuntil she cried for me to stop. I put more force into my slams, driving her\ndown ever harder. Her head began to rock back and forth violently in time to my\naggressive, churning motions. A couple of times it slammed into my face. This\nwas getting out of hand, which is my way of saying I was getting off on it.\n                She\nclamped up tight around me, going into a gut wrenching orgasm. As it built, she\nstarted to scream. I only hoped it wasn't so loud as to distract the diners.\nFive minutes later she was still going. She managed to spit out \"Stop!\" I\nmanaged to ignore her plea. She started this little liaison; it was up to me to\nfinish it properly. I picked up speed, slamming even harder than before. A\ntrickle of blood escaped her nose and splattered across my chest. I had a\nfeeling there was a bit of the same showing between her legs. It was just as\nwell that my own climax was building again.\n                When I\ncut loose, it was a hot load pressed right up against her cervix. The pressure\nof it had to force it past that tight little aperture and straight into her\nuterus. I held her down in a painfully tight embrace while I blew and blew and\nblew. She let out a weak cry and slumped back, her head dangling back past her\nshoulders. I felt pretty good right about then. I only hoped that she would\nregain consciousness soon enough for me to get my information. The noise we had\nmade was likely causing a stir out in the main part of the restaurant.\n                As if\non cue, there was a knock at the door. I slid my lover onto the table and\ncracked it open. A little foxy face peered up at me. \"I say big fellow; was all\nthat noise necessary just to get a little information?\"\n                \"Uh, in\nthis case it was. Hold the fort down for a little longer, if ya don't mind.\"\n                \"Sure,\nI can do that. But why?\"\n                \"Uh,\nbecause I haven't actually got my information yet. I've been pumping my source\nthis whole time.\"\n                Bolshoi\nactually tittered. \"I believe that. Ya shook the entire building. Is your\nfriend still alive after all of that noise?\"\n                \"Yes,\nshe's fine, thanks for asking. Now, if ya don't mind, I'd like to finish this\nup.\"\n                The fox\nlifted his glasses and peered at my midsection. \"From the pearl white fluid\ndripping from that monstrosity you dare to call a cock, I'd say you are\nfinished. Now get your information and let's get the hell out of here. I think\nwe're overstaying our welcome.\"\n                He was\nprobably right. The restaurant had once been a seedy eatery, but over the years\nit had gained a classier clientele. The sooner I got my information, the faster\nI could slip back out the back and make everyone happy. I closed the door and\nreturned to Charise. She was out. I picked up a pitcher of water and dumped it\non her. She flew off the table with a screech. \n                \"You\nstupid motherfucker!\" Then she collapsed on the floor. \"My damn legs won't\nwork, you bastard. My cunt is on fire! And my nose is bleeding!\" She glared at\nhim for just a moment. Then she grinned from ear to ear. \"God how I've missed\nthis. What are you doing tomorrow?\"\n                \"That\ndepends on you. Remember? I need information.\"\nShe sighed. \"Yes, of course. It always\nbusiness with you. Fine, what do you want to know? The combination to my\nhusband's safe?\"\n                \"No. I\nwant to know who The Vivisectionist is.\"\n                Her\neyes bulged ever so slightly. \"Him? Leave him for the cops. I have no love for\nhim, but if I tell you his name, it will fall hard on anyone connected with his\ndeath. That would seemingly be you and I happened to prefer you intact.\"\n                \"The\ncops aren't doing anything about it, and ya know it. I fulfilled my apart of\nthe bargain, now you do yours.\"\n                She\nsighed again. \"Archimedes.\"\n                I\nstarted. \"You're kidding me, right?\"\n                \"No. I\nwish I was. My husband let it slip a few weeks ago. I acted like I didn't hear\nhim. Everything points to him being the culprit.\"\n                This\ngave me pause for thought. Archimedes was Blackmantle's first cousin. He was\nalso the family hit man. He was good; good enough to keep yourself clear of his\nsights. I would have thought that contract killing would have been enough to\nget him off. Apparently making a neat, clean death wasn't tickling his jollies.\nHe had turned to darker, more sinister things. I didn't care about the contract\nkilling. Usually, it was a matter of one family taking out members of another.\nIt was like they were doing the world a favor. But this; this couldn't be tolerated\n                \"Thanks\nmy little pale beauty. I hope my payment for that information was sufficient.\"\n                She\nsmiled thinly. \"Your payment was just wonderful, my big black hunk of\nmasculinity. I only hope my information doesn't lead to your unfortunate and\npremature demise. I'd happen to like another round or two before that\neventuality.\"\n                I\nextended a hand to pull her to her feet. She grasped it with a delicate touch.\nShe looked at me with an obvious disapproving glance. I had little to say in\nregards to my future mission.  \"Thanks\ndear, but I intend to take this bastard out. Never fear. I intend to be the one\nwho walks away from this. All I need to do is get him somewhere where I can do\nhim in without alerting him or the Morou family. On the other hand, if I make\nit look like one of the other families did it, I'll escape free and clear.\"\n                She\nlooked up at me with big brown eyes. \"I suppose you'll do what you'll do. Don't\nworry about me. I doubt they'll know it was me who blabbed, but if you have any\nfeelings for me, try to keep the rest of the family out of it. I know they aren't\ngreat, but not all of them are bad. I'd hate to be the cause of relative\ninnocents getting picked off because of something I did.\"\n                \"Alright\nCharise. I think I can do that for ya. Take care. You're still as good a fuck\nas ya were when we first met. I think you'd better start those exercises, or\nwhatever ya call it, the moment ya get home. You're going to need tightening up\nbefore your husband lies with you again.\"\n                She\ngiggled. \"He hasn't bedded me in months. Do you know how hard it is for a Carn\nto lay with a non meat eater without taking a bite out of their flesh? He has a\nlittle tan puma girl he stick's his dick into these days. It doesn't bother me\nmuch. It's just that it gets lonely at times. Thanks for curing that disease,\neven if it was just for a little while.\"\n\"The pleasure was mine. Now, let's\nget dressed and part ways before we're discovered.\" She had little to do except\nstraighten her dress. I smiled as she stuffed a cloth napkin between her legs.\n\"Oh quit grinning like that you bastard. You know that your cum will be flowing\nout all the way home.\"\nI did. It took me a few moments to\npull on my leathers. I gave her a kiss. She returned it passionately. \"Good bye\nCharise. If it's any consolation, I miss you too.\"\nShe smiled, turned and slid out the\ndoor. Bolshoi stepped in and shut it again. \"You've got your name?\"\nI just nodded grimly."}