{"sf1_id":648181,"sf2_id":null,"title":"A False Trail","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":5087,"posted_at":"2014-01-13T19:29:00.000Z","tags":["Equine","M/F","Oral","Steam Punk","Story Progression","Vaginal","Violence","vulpine"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/648181-a-false-trail","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/648181","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=648181\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#2 of Tales from The Hub","content":"Bolshoi was a good companion, if a\nlittle on the naive side. It wasn't his fault. The Brotherhood had reigned for\ncenturies now, subverting the basic facts into their form of truth. He was open-minded,\nand if I could prove what I said, it was good enough for him. That was a good\ntrait to have. Narrow mindedness was a disease that I had inoculated myself\nagainst long ago. I was intolerant of it in anyone I had to associate with.He was quiet, another valuable\nquality. If he asked a question, he obviously thought it over before looking\nfor an answer. And he was inventive and quick thinking. If he had been a dame I\nmight have considered dropping my prohibition on matrimony.  That made me laugh. If this little furball\nhad been a female, I would have split him wide open on our wedding night. But\nit was his small stature and unintimidating looks that had prodded me into\nhiring him on. I had more than enough of the macho shit going on to terrify\nhalf of the police force.His aptitude during this first case\nwas beyond expectations. I only hoped he wouldn't get frightened off when\nthings got ugly. And they would, believe you me. I'm not saying we were going\nto be dodging bullets day in and day out, but I wasn't in this for the glory\nand things were going to get gory.As far as Archimedes was concerned,\nhe didn't know us and we didn't know him. That made isolating him a little bit\neasier. The problem was, how? I could certainly track him down and blow his\nhead off, but that was against my principles. This guy needed to suffer before\nhe died. On top of that, I'm pretty recognizable. I don't think I could make\nthe hit in broad daylight and get away with it. Nighttime might work, with my\nnatural, shadowy color, but again, it could prove tricky. I needed him alone,\ninside, and under my control. I posed the problem to my new partner.\"I see your difficulty. It's not as\nif he isn't trained in killing. That would also make him highly suspicious of\nanyone unfamiliar. It wouldn't be a stretch of the facts to assume the other\nfamilies have hits out on him as well. So I don't think you're going to get him\nalone on your terms.\"\"Thanks! Like I didn't know that,\nya little pipsqueak!\" I hollered.He carried on as before, as quiet\nas a librarian. \"I hadn't finished. What you need is to distract him. Make him\nsloppy; get his focus off of his surroundings.\"\"Again, obvious. Do ya have a\nconcrete idea or are you simply stating the glaringly apparent?\"He tapped his fingers on the table.\n\"I was thinking that what you needed was another victim, someone he could\naccost and have his way with. Follow him wherever he went and when he was\ndistracted, cold cock him.\"I'd give him a cock alright! \"That's\na good plan. Do ya have some willing female all lined up that ya have a\nvendetta against? I hope so, because I know for a fact that ya aren't going to\nfind any volunteers!\"He stood up and went to the\nquarters I had graciously handed over to him. I'd didn't relish him getting\nkilled, leastwise not this early in our relationship. Keeping him close was the\nbest way I could think of. The minutes ticked by as I heard the faint rustling\nof clothes. When he came back out again, I nearly fell down and asked him to\nmarry me on the spot. That little bastard came out wearing a dress, heels and\nenough jewelry to fill a store window. Now I ain't gay, though I don't mind a\nlittle mano a mano now and again. But I couldn't tell him from any other vixen.\nThe bastard even managed to show off a nice pair of tits under his blouse.I forced my cock down. \"Godammit\nBolshoi! You make a damn good lookin lady...maybe too good. You might attract\nunwanted attention!\"He smiled and fluttered his eyelashes.\n\"Not from you I hope, big boy!\"                \"You\njust might if you dress like that for very long. And how the hell can you get\nyour voice like that? You sound like one of the girls from the concert hall.\"                Again\nwith the eyelids. \"I have training in many different things. Not the least was\na stint at the Echo Theatre. I can perform well enough when I need to.\"                \"I just\nbet you can. It's a good thing you're my partner; I'd hate to be you if you got\non my bad side. But you've made your point. I hope you understand that if he\ncatches on to your little charade, he'll snuff your lights without blinking.\"                 So we\nhad part of the plan figured out. The next one was finding out where that\nbastard called home. Not a house, ya fool, but his watering hole. Everybody\ndrank. Even the Brotherhood called alcohol the Tears of the Gods. We needed to\nfigure out where he went to unwind, that is to say, when he wasn't killing,\nraping and maiming. I figured he had a favorite dive, but my partner corrected\nme.                \"These\nmurders happened all over town. I doubt he would pick a victim and drive her\nacross town before committing the deed. \"                \"Ya got\na point short stuff. Still, everyone likes a place to hang out. I'll keep my\neyes open for anything solid. You do the same. But whatever ya do, don't go\nmaking folks suspicious. If he finds out we're on his trail, he'll park himself\noutside my door and you'll never see the light of day again!\"                 I'll\nnot bother ya with the details of how we tracked him down; just know that we\ndid. His favorite haunt was a dive called The Club Asinis. It was a Carn-only\njoint, meaning I couldn't step foot inside without causing a ruckus. Bolshoi\nqualified, if barely. Since he was going in as a lady, I doubted he would have\nmuch trouble getting through the door. It was getting back out again I was\nworried about.                As it\nturned out, I was half correct. Dressed to kill, Bolshoi boldly walked into the\ndoor with nary a second glance. The only thing a Carn liked better than fresh\nmeat was fresh meat, if you get my meaning. I told my partner that I would give\nhim an hour. After that, I would break down the door and come in gun\nblazing.  As it was, I was a little more\ngenerous, at his request. I gave him an hour and a half.  He came out with ten minutes to spare. He was\nhanging on the arm of a slim, well dressed Carn, draped from foot to ears in\nfine clothes. You could barely see his stripes under all his finery.                I\nwatched as Bolshoi hailed a cab. I also couldn't help miss the wad of paper he\ndropped on the curb.  I headed their way\nbefore the cab left, hoping he had the brains to write down an address. I\nun-crumpled the sheet and read the following.Made a new\nfriend. Going back to his place. 17635 Groshure Way. Follow ASAP. Once in, give\nme an hour, then it's all up to you.                I\njumped on my vintage cycle which I had hidden in a nearby alley. I already knew\nwhere Archimedes' house was located. Chances were good I could make it there before\nthe cab. An original protean-drive engine was more than most folks could\nhandle, but for me, it was necessary to move my enormous weight. It cranked out\nenough power to get me going up to 240 kph on a straight away. The average cab\ncouldn't do a third that. As it turned out, I had time to tuck the bike in the\nshadows and stake out the house from a good vantage point.                The cab\npulled up less than ten minutes later. My partner climbed out, then turned and\nstuck his arm back into the cab. With an effort, he pulled hard, extracting the\ninebriated looking hit man. He paid the fare, slammed the door, and with a heave,\nhelped the drunken Carn into the house. It was now down to waiting. The\nsituation was not what I had pictured when we had set out on this mission.\nThere was something distinctly odd about it and it made me rather uneasy.                A few\nlights came on inside, and for one brief moment, I could see my partner\nsilhouetted in the window. Then the curtains were pulled and the room went\ndark. I hoped he knew what he was doing. There were no screams or cries during\nthe next nerve-wracking half an hour. After that mark, each minute ticked away\nwith a teeth-grinding, turtle-plodding pace. At the one hour mark I got up,\nfiguring to bust down the door and save what was left of poor Bolshoi.                 I\npulled myself up from my hiding spot and made a run at the door. Halfway to it,\nI saw a light come on and the entrance to the house was flung open. Standing\nthere was a disheveled Vulp. I screeched to a halt, nearly falling over in the\nprocess.                \"Well,\nlook who was coming to my rescue! Isn't that sweet!\" He was still using his\nfalsetto voice.                \"You\nlittle jerk!\" I cried. \"What the hell have you been doing for an hour. I\nfigured this guy had ya off your guard with his drunk routine and was making\nmince meat out of ya!\" I sounded pissed because I was pissed.                \"Calm\ndown big boy!  Follow me and I'll show\nyou to Archimedes.\" I walked in. Bolshoi quietly closed the door and clicked\nall five locks. This guy was pretty savvy about his security to then go hooking\nup with just any random chick he met. Either that, or Bolshoi put on one hell\nof a show.  I walked to the back of the\nhouse.                The\ndoor opened to an incredibly erotic scene. The centerpiece of it was my next\nvictim, tied down to the bed with soft cords. There were candles lit, music was\nplaying, and he looked like an acolyte of the Brotherhood after being told he\nhad a shoe-in for heaven. I looked from this scene to Bolshoi.                \"Would\nyou mind explaining what the hell all this is?\"                That\nspunky little fool had the audacity to smile. \"You were dead set on killing\nhim, so I figured I get a little use out of him first. The funny thing is, I\ndon't think he's the one you're looking for.\" He turned towards the slim\nstriped Carn on the bed. \"Are you dearie?\"                Archimedes\nmumbled a bit before his voice cleared. \"Is that you sweetie? I hope we're not\ndone yet. You are so wonderful!\"                I\ncouldn't believe my ears. This was the Morou family's horrid hit man? He\nsounded like a lovesick teenager. I was speechless on so many levels. First, I\ndon't know what I thought about the sexual orientation of my partner, but I\nguess I didn't blatantly think of him as gay. I didn't care, mind you. It just\nwasn't what came to mind. I guess I should have guessed with all of the foppery\nand finery he wore. Which meant either this Carn was gay, or so out of his head\nhe had no idea he was being fucked by another male. Then I grinned. Been there,\ndone that!\"OK Bolshoi, I think I deserve an\nexplanation. I ain't mad; just plumb confused.\"The first thing he did was to pull\ntwo bottles out of his purse. \"This one is opitalmine and this one is\ngentilamide.I gazed at them for a moment. Maybe\nI thought that longer I stared the meaning of what he was holding would come to\nme. I was stumped. \"What the hell are those?\"He chuckled. \"Perhaps you'll know\nthem better as Puff and Peace.\"Now that got my attention. I didn't\nknow there was any other name for those wonderful little drugs besides those\nsimple titles. The stuff was near impossible to get your hands on thanks to the\nBrotherhood. They had commandeered it for the sole use of their members. You\ncan bet when they had a stranglehold on something, it was hard to come by.\"OK, so now I get it. You slipped\nsome of those to our friend here. It would go far to explain his peaceable\ndemeanor.\"                My\nlittle foxy partner only grinned. \"No, I don't think so. I've been talking to\nhim about his work. He's admitting to killing nearly forty members of the\nvarious mob families, plus a few cops. He completely denies having anything to\ndo with The Vivisectionist murders. As open as he's been, I don't think he\nwould have allowed that information to stay inside him. He's pretty proud of\nhis abilities with a rifle. I think that if he was as equally proud of his\nrapes, he would have spilled that info as well.\"                I had a\nsinking feeling in my gut. It had to do with several things, not the least of\nwhich was the fact that I wouldn't, in good conscience, be able to kill this\nguy. I had planned a wonderfully tortuous time for him, and now, poof, it was\ngone. \"Hey Archimedes!\" I bellowed.                He\nlooked over at me. Normally, my appearance made even the toughest Carn quaver.\nHe just smiled and then looked over to my partner. \"You didn't tell me were\ngoing to have a threesome dear. Tell your big hunk of meat to undress and we'll\nget started.\"                Either\nBolshoi overdosed this freak or else he wasn't our man. I looked down in his\nface \"Look you good for nothing piece of shit, I want to ask you a question!\"                His\neyes rolled dreamily. \"Questions at a time like this? OK; here's the answer. I\nlike it rough, I like it a lot, and I prefer only one at a time but I'm open\nfor more. You'll do just fine!\"                I was\ndumbfounded. This was the great sniper, the killer of Kerto \"Big Dog\" Callimee?\nThis was the one who took down Daddy Terisomo at 600 meters from the top of the\nold transmission tower? Somehow, I had pictured someone more, uh, macho. But I\nguess just about anyone could handle a rifle. There was no accounting for style\nor taste.                \"Look\nyou striped idiot, I have a different question. Did you or did you not commit\nThe Vivisectionist murders?\"                He\nlooked hurt. \"No! My friend asked me the same thing,\" he said, pointing at\nBolshoi the best he could with his hands tied down. \"What's the point in\nkilling a lady who just might spend a month in your bed? I don't get my jollies\nfrom killing you know. That's my job. It's what I get paid to do. It pays for\nthis,\" he finished, rotating his head around the room.                I was\nstumped. He certainly didn't behave like a psycho. I still didn't trust him\nthough. I turned to my partner. \"I agree. I don't think this asshole has\nanything to do with the murders. Maybe Charise's husband wanted him bumped off\nand dropped the \"leak\" on purpose. I can't say for certain right now. Let's get\nout of here and regroup.\"                He got\na sly look on his face. \"You go. I'll call a cab when I'm done here.\"                I\nsighed. \"Alright. Get your jollies while you can. But make sure you leave\nbefore the sun comes up, and make sure he understands that he's still not free\nand clear. It's lucky for him he hasn't offed anyone I happened to have liked,\nor it would still be all over for him.\" I turned without looking back and\npushed out the front door, making sure to slam it once I was on the stoop. I\ndidn't approve of Bolshoi's activity, though I could hardly talk. I've used sex\nto kill off a few less than savory characters over the years. He was only using\none for his own pleasure. I guess I was pissed because both of them were lucky\nbastards tonight.  It's was too bad the\nCarn was so out of it he couldn't tell he was getting fucked by another guy.                I\njumped on my cycle and revved it up good before tearing off down the street. If\nmy partner made it home in one piece, then I guess I would keep him. Obviously,\nif he did not, then I would be looking for a new one. I hit the bed in a\npiss-assed mood. When I got up in the morning, Bolshoi was already up, or still\nup, I didn't know which. He seemed happy enough, which pissed me off even more.\nI hadn't taken time to satisfy y own needs for over a week. I had intended to\nget out my stress on last night's quarry. We all know how that went.                He looked\nup at me and smiled. If he kept it up, I was going to bash in his pretty face\nand use the rest of him for dick-meat. Then I realized I was getting worked up\nfor no good reason and relaxed. In this world, you either used or got used. If\nyou were fortunate, you came out dead even and in one piece. I could hardly\nblame him for getting some where he could.                \"Look\nyou little sly boy, I want you to know you did good. You're unorthodox, like\nme, but in a different way.  I respect\nthat. But we're going to have to sync up at some point. I need to know what you\ndoing so I can formulate my own plan in case something goes wrong.\"                He just\ngrinned even wider. \"OK. I made an adjustment to your plan last night. I don't\nlike killing for no reason. Arc is a hit man by his own admission, and from the\nsounds of it, the people he killed are no great loss. He himself is kind of\ncute, and since you said he wasn't off the hook, it got me thinking. Someone\nwanted him dead maybe. We have no idea why. If you or I didn't kill him,\nsomeone else would. So it seemed to me the best answer was to kill him after\nall\"                Now I\nwas really pissed. I could have been ramming my billyclub of a cock into this\nCarn's asshole last night. \"You killed him? Mother fucking jerk!\"                Before\nI could get into a full rage, I heard a voice behind me. \"Yes. It seems that if\nyou were supposed to kill me, then it was a better idea to let whoever it is\nthink you had.\"                I\nwhipped around to see Archimedes standing there completely naked. He wasn't\nlooking at me as much as he was past me, to Bloshoi. \"She had the best idea! I\nwas to stay hidden for a while, while you two looked deeper into this case.\"                I was\ntorn between bending that striped ninny over the table and giving him a dose\nand forcing my brain to think it through. If someone was playing me for patsy,\nthen I wanted to know who it was. If he stayed out of sight and another murder\ntook place, I'd know for certain it wasn't him. But what was really getting me\nwas how these two were getting action and I wasn't. What my bran finally came\nup with was that I needed to get the hell out and find someone to bang. I\nfigured the only one who could deal with me right now was Uma.                I\ndidn't ride the bike during the daylight hours. It was banned. No one was\nsupposed to have old tech anymore. It was hell finding parts for it, but I\nmanaged to keep it running. No, this morning it would be a cab. When it arrived\nI recognized the driver and he, me. \"Where yous off to this morning Very?\"                \"Drive\nover to the Coratcha District Benny. I need to see Uma.\"                 The\ndriver made a face but said nothing. He understood, he just didn't approve. But\nthen, he would have been less approving if I had taken my needs out on his\nhide. He drove the distance in good time, and didn't even charge me. \"You got\nbigger problems if you're coming here to see Uma. Give her my regards!\" he said\nwith a chuckle.                Uma was\nmisunderstood. True, she was ugly by most accounts, but then Pachs usually got\na bad rap. Uma was nearly as big as I was. Her skin was grayish, which in some\nlight made her look sick. Nothing could be farther from the truth. She was as\nhealthy as you could be in this corrupt town. Her mind was a little off, but\nthen growing up with the taunts of your fellows tended to sour ya. Besides, it\nsuited me.                I had\nto push my way through the bar to the back stairway. Tomma's Tavern was open day\nand night, so Uma may or may not be awake. She would be in a few minutes,\nregardless of her present repose. She served as barmaid and bouncer, usually at\nthe same time.  Sometimes it was for a\nwhole day. Oh, there were other bouncers, but none like Uma.                 I found\nher reclining on her bed, hands behind her head, eyes closed. She didn't even\ncrack them open. She knew the sound of my tread on the stairs. \"Hello you big\nlunk. Are you here for chatter or something more satisfying?\"                She\nknew me well. \"Hello Uma. I hope you have a little time for a poor soul like me\nwho needs saving from himself.\"                She\ngrunted. \"Too late for that, you silly bastard. The best I can do for you is to\nfuck your brains out and leave your soul to wander the fields of delight!\"                She\nalways said the right things. \"Thanks Uma. I had my night all planned out and\nsome fool came along and tweaked my conscience. The ordeal has left me with an\naching void that needs filled.\"                She\ngrunted louder, followed by a laugh. \"Void? Hell honey, I'm the one with the\nvoid that needs filled. I'm sure you've got just the thing to fill it!\"                I was\nalready undressing. My pants were difficult to get off over the erection I had.\nShe dropped to her knees with a thud and promptly engulfed it like it was a\nlollipop.  I was ready for something more\nsubstantial, but she was making sure I had the endurance to satisfy her as\nwell. That was fair.                Few\ncould deep throat me like she could. She was big, and that helped a hell of a\nlot. She had the room to fit in a cock like mine. She tackled it like she\nhadn't eaten in weeks. But then, a girl like Uma found satisfaction was hard to\nfind. You took advantage of it when you could. She never turned me away.                She\nworked down every inch of my cock, grinding her tough lips around the base of\nit like she was chewing on wood. A normal guy would have screamed uncle after\nthe first thirty seconds, but I liked it. I had outgrown soft and mushy a long\ntime ago.                 I grabbed\nher head in preparation for the volcano to come. She retaliated by sinking her\nsharpen nails into my ass. She'd been known to leave rivulets of blood when she\nwas done. Then again, so had I. This was no different.  Charise was good, but with Uma, it all came\nnaturally. I wasn't afraid of hurting her, even if I wanted to. She was one of\nthe few who could toss it right back.                She\ncontinued to work my cock like it was some sort of foodstuff. I ground my hips\ninto her face like a mad man. I hate to say it, but I was picturing Archimedes'\nsweet little ass as I was doing it. It was hard to get an idea out of my head\nonce it was there, so this was the best way of ridding me of it. I came so hard\neven Uma had to swallow in double time. I continued to fuck her face for\nanother few minutes until I was entirely spent.                 I loosen my grip on her head, and she\nextracted her nails from my ass. Sitting was going to be a chore for a day or\nso. She took her time working herself from off of my cock. She had the suction\nof a vacuum. By the time my cock hit daylight, it was hard again.                She\nknew how I liked it, so without a word from me she turned and grabbed the\nbottom bedposts. Luckily for me she was big. It meant her bed was tough enough\nto take what was coming. She spread 'em wide and hung on for dear life. I\nworked my cock into her hot pinkness with as much gentleness as a hurricane.\nShe grunted again as I forced myself in deep. \"Sugah darling, make this one\nlong. I need it about as bad as you do!\"                I\ngrunted in return. \"Ain't nothing in this city longer than me, Uma.\" I finish\nthe sentence with a mighty heave that landed my belly right against her hole.\nIf she had been on the bed on her back, my balls would have been staring\nstraight into her ass. Of course, when I was done here, assuming I had any\nenergy left, that puckered grotto would be my next stop. As it was this one was\njust fine. It could take a licking and kept on, well, you know.                I\ngrabbed her hips and went to it. I fucking pounded her cunt for an hour before\nI blew. She came twice during that time; a squeezing, constrictive climax that\nyou found in few females. I was driving it home with as much force as I could.\nShe occasionally let out a grunt or a squeal, which I took to mean I needed to\ntry harder. She had no idea what a turn-on it was for me. It was like I was\nraping someone without actually doing it. That's not to say that everyone I\nraped didn't deserve it or worse, only that it was nice to cut loose with fear\nof the consequences.                What?\nRaping? Yeah, I admit it. Ain't never done it to someone that hadn't done it to\nsomeone else, which pretty much means I've done it to males only. It's one of\nmy favorite ways of doing a person in. I mean, I kind of hate killing, but when\nthey beg ya for it, then what's a guy to do? Too bad if ya don't like it; I\nnever claimed to be a hero. I do things my way. Sometimes it's the only way.                Back to\nUma and her nice big ass. I could feel her hips creak from the pressure I was\nputting on them. Or maybe it was the bedposts; I couldn't really tell. Her\ngrunts increased to the point they became a staccato of low pitched cries. I\nhad increased my pace until I was working on her like a jack hammer. All at\nonce I cut loose. I slammed into her with enough force for her to lose her legs.\nI picked up the extra weight and pounded away. When I came, it was nearly\npainful it was so hard. Her cunt went rigid, crimping off the flow and forcing\nit to backlog inside me. Few females could do that! She relaxed a second, allowing\na little to siphon off, then clamped back up again. She repeated this for a\ngood five minutes before my wad was free to roam around her insides.                I nearly\nfell over myself when it was over. It was always good for me to get a few loads\noff on a routine basis. Otherwise, it too hard to think, what with all those\nhormones and steroids bubbling around inside me. This just might hold me for a\nweek. But Uma wasn't done yet. She struggled to her feet and dragged herself up\non the bed, stomach down. Apparently she knew what I had been thinking. I heaved\nmyself up and climbed on top. I wasn't hard yet, but I doubted it would take\nlong. She knew it too.                \"While\nwe wait, big dark and handsome, why don't you fill ole Uma in on what you've\nbeen doing the past few weeks.\"                I told\nher about hunting down The Vivisectionist, and how I had talked with Charise,\nand how I had gotten the hitman's name. She was interested in it all, including\nhow my ex had fared after all this time. But she got nostalgic for the Carn.                 \"Archimedes,\nthat old devil. He used to come in here more often in days gone by. How sad to\nthink I'll never see his bright eyes ever again.\"                \"I didn't\nkill him, mores the pity. My partner intervened on his behalf. And I hate to\nsay it, but I think he's right. I think I might have been set up by Blackmore\nto kill his own cousin.\"                Uma\nlatched on to something I said. \"Partner? You darling? The last I looked you\ncould bash down a bank vault and flatten a cop car. What the hell do you need a\npartner for? It's so unlike you to form a relationship with anyone!\"                She was\nright. I had to explain it all to her. \"So you're telling me you only picked up\nthis nobody because you needed a fool to run errands for you; is that it? I\nhope so, because no Vulp would survive your method of making love. Doesn't\nmatter if it's male or female. You'd have damaged goods before you got the\npackage open.\"                \"Look\nUma. I told you. I ain't into fucking this guy. Besides, he seems to have a\nthing for ole Arc. They're probably fucking as we speak. Which gets me thinking;\nwhy am I here talking when my cock is ready and waiting?\" For an answer, she\nlifted her ass in the air and spread her butt cheeks. The rest of our\ndiscussion was wordless, though hardly noiseless."}