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(The following is mostly a work of fiction. It contains sexual situation, profanity and violence. Tracker McCoy is property of myself. Mirage Fyre, Kielles, Katie, Clar, and Tiggy are copyright their players and used with permission. This is a first attempt for me to write a bit of a mystery that has erotic overtones in it.)

Tracker checked the address on the letter one more time as he reached the right street. He sticks it back into his jacket pocket, turning to head down along the street and count off the addresses. His ear twitches slightly as he walks along, his mind going through how odd it seemed.

Just this morning he got a courier with a letter for him. It was a request for him to come to the written address for a case. The person who asked him to come, Mirage Fyre, stated she was unable to come herself due to her popularity and it would be quieter and more convenient if he came to her then the other way around.

He reached what looked like a two story brickwork building. There were no visible markings except one. Next to the door was a sign with "Mirage Studios" written in plain text. He shifted slightly before pushing the door open and walking inside.

When he entered his eyes scanned the room in front of him as he shut the door behind him. There was a thick carpet beneath his feet and several couches were set up with coffee tables. There were several various males sitting down, filling out forms. At the end of the room was a large desk with a neko-jin sitting behind it. Tracker approached the desk, getting the neko's attention.

"Name?" she asked clearly, not even looking up from the paperwork before her. Her ears shifted to lock onto him for the answer as her paws moved papers her eyes were scanning.

"Tracker McCoy," he said in an even toned, used to this question. His eyes scanned the walls of the room once more as he waited for her to find whatever she required.

"Alright Mr. McCoy," the cat-eared humanoid said, offering him some paperwork, "fill out these forms and I will be sure to help schedule your audition." She smiled up at him. He took the papers a moment then looked at her.

"I believe there is a misunderstanding," he told her, looking up from the forms, "I am Detective Tracker McCoy. I have a letter from miss Fyre asking me to meet her here about a case."

"Oh," the neko said with a hint of surprise as it dawned on her, "Sorry Mr. McCoy. We're having some auditions today." She stood up from the desk, fixing her clothes. "If you will follow me please, I will lead you to Mirage's office." With that she turned and started down a hall.

The feline knocked then opened the door, not even waiting for a response. She motioned for the dalmatian-coyote hybrid to enter before shutting the door behind him. Sitting at the desk was a vixen, her hair platinum blond with streaks of green in it. She looked up at Tracker, her green eyes meeting his own for a moment before he noticed the scar on her cheek.

"Hello Mr. McCoy," the vixen said as she stood up, "I appreciate you coming to help us out." She moved around and shook his paw. Her grip was firm, giving hints of working out and her needing to shake hands pretty often.

"It was not a problem Miss Fyre," He said, starting to look around "I have no active cases at the moment and admittedly, it is a thrill to be called in to investigate at one of the largest adult film production studios."

"You are familiar with our work?" She looked at him curiously a moment before turning away. "I'm surprised. Most males recognize us from our movies but don't even remember much less the studio that made it." She pulled out a bottle of fruit juice and offered Tracker a soda. "That is, the few who admit they have seen our movies." She smirked, her tail flicking with amusement.

"That is understandable I supposed," He said with a little amusement of his own before taking a drink of the soda, "but I will admit to seeing some, even including a few you starred. But, I think we should get started on more important matters.." He looked up, his eyes shifting some as he became more business-like "You called me in for a reason Miss Fyre. From what I got from your note it is a bit of a matter of urgency and not something you want the public to find out about since it would probably draw attention to your relatively hidden studio here."

"You are correct Mr. McCoy," Mirage said, setting her drink down, "Well, I'm not sure how familiar you are with the background of Mirage Studios, but this place and the people in it are the most important thing in the world to me." She stood up once more, a hint of anger crossing her features "And like most furs, I don't like when people threaten to take what is of importance to me."

The vixen turned and walked to a filing cabinet. She reached down, bending over in a rather provocative manner, and opened one of the drawers. She pulled out a folder and handed it to the coyote-dalmatian hybrid. "Investigative information" was written on the tab. Tracker smirked in amusement as he opened the folder.

"We have had problems with people trying to shut us down before," Mirage started to explain, "but it was always some group or other that couldn't actually do anything. A few weeks ago the letter that's on top arrived." She grew silent to let him read it.

The note was electronically written. There was no signature. It was pretty basic over all. The writer told Mirage Fyre to shut down her studio or it would be forced out of business. His eyes scanned over the text once more, trying to figure out the writer's style. It was times like this he wondered if he could figure out someone's gender by their choice in wording. He then looked up at the vixen, waiting for her to continue.

"Normally I wouldn't think of such a thing as a serious problem Mr. McCoy," Mirage started talking again, moving to look at a portrait, "but it was an internal notice. It was sent to the mailroom from one of my other offices then to me." She let out a long sigh, looking down at the floor then up at him. Her eyes glistened with a hint of tears.

"Quite honestly," She went on, the sadness reaching her voice, "I don't really like the idea of even considering that someone who works here would turn on me and their coworkers." She grew quiet, not looking at him or anything else really. Tracker watched her a moment before moving to look at the rest of the file. There were photos of damaged equipment and several short notes taking credit for what happened.

"Shortly after the threat arrived," Mirage continued, sounding business like once more, "There started being technical malfunctions. That's nothing unusual on by itself, machines mess up from time to time. The problem became that it would keep happening during filming despite the pre-filming check. There was no way to prove sabotage because the security cameras wouldn't see anything happen. After a few, the note would show up, taking credit." She stopped a moment, rubbing her forehead.

"A large amount of production has been slowed, costing the studio money," She moved and sat down next to her, "It bothered me but nothing I couldn't deal with. Equipment can be replaced and production can be continued. Eventually we would cover the money we lost earlier." She suddenly stiffened, her fur bristling. "The problem is that one of the most recent accidents injured an actor and member of the production crew."

Her look hardened as she looked at him "I don't like furs I care for getting hurt," her voice growled some, "No one was killed and both will be fine but it is still too far." She calmed back down, getting up to get her drink again. "Anyway, none of the furs have left and we've tried to keep things better controlled...but... everyone is getting nervous so I need to make sure to bring this to an end." She turned and looked at him for a long moment. "What do you think?"

"I think I have a case to work in an adult entertainment studio," Tracker said as he set the folder down and stood up, stretching some. "I'm going to need to be able to talk to most of the furs on your crew Miss Fyre. I'm also going to need in information on them that you can provide me with."

Mirage smiled, her tail giving a swish of excited happiness at the news. She finished her juice and tossed it into the trash before walking over to him.

"Alright Mr. McCoy," She said to him, "please follow me and I will give you a personal tour of Mirage Studios so you can start your investigation." She headed for the door, but just as she was opening it, a leopard stepped in the way. He had a surprised expression on his face as he met the vixen at the door to her office.

"My apologies Miss Fyre," The leopard said, looking at the two of them, "I did not realize I was interrupting anything. I was merely delivering the new scripts which Michael and myself have completed." He held out the stacks of paper to them.

"It's alright Kevin," Mirage said, smiling as she took the scripts from him, "I was just about to show Tracker around the studios. He's going to be working with us a while to try to solve the case and make everyone feel safer." She continued to walk as she spoke, setting the scripts on her desk. "Mr. McCoy, this is Kevin Spanne, one of our writers."

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mister McCoy," Kevin said, holding out a paw. His tail gives a slightly lash and he smiles. Tracker starts to take it, but stops short.

"It is nice to meet you as well," Tracker says as he stops himself, "but you seem to have ink on your paw." He motions. Kevin stops smiling as he looks down at his paw a moment.

"Yes," the leopard said slowly, "It seems that the printer we are supposed to use is basically hemorrhaging the black ink currently. It will require maintenance and we will have to use a different printer in the mean time." He pulls out a handkerchief, using it to remove the ink from his paw. "Unfortunate as it means we will have to complete the scripts then transfer them elsewhere, which shall be a slight hindrance to our time."

With that, Kevin left. Mirage and Tracker watched him go a moment before the vixen motioned to get the canine's attention and start showing him around. She showed him the various sections of Mirage Studios, from where the movies are boxed and shipped, back through editing, around the filming studios, over to the writer's office across the waiting room and back to her office.

"And there you go Mr. McCoy," Mirage completed as her tour end "The whole of Mirage Studios. Any questions?" She tilted her head at him curiously a moment.

"Actually," Tracker looked back as he spoke "back when we went through the writer's office, I did not see Michael." He paused a moment then turned to look at Mirage. "To be fully honest I did not know that studios hired actual writer's for the stories they do."

"Well we do," She smiled at him, going to get a drink "I expected you to ask something more." She paused a moment, holding the bottle. "When we first started, we didn't have writers. My friends and I would try to put the back story together ourselves. Eventually we got Michael and then later added Kevin when we got more productive and needed more scripts faster."

"That's understandable," He said softly, giving a slight nod, "well I appreciate the tour. Now I am going to start asking some questions and will take a look at the files on the members of your staff at a later time." He turns and walks out, leaving Mirage to herself and her corporate business.

Tracker headed down along the hallways, finding one of the break rooms. Inside was a pair of females talking. One was a basic tigress, her tail flicking slightly. The other was a lemur, sitting across from the tigress. What caught the coyote-Dalmatian's eye was the fact that both appeared to be several months along. The lemur looked up and waved some, the tigress turning around to look back at him.

"Hello," the tigress said gently, "I am Tiggy and this is Clar," She motions with her paw to the lemur sitting across from her at the table. "I don't believe we have met you before." She shifted, getting comfortable while supporting her swollen abdomen and the life inside. "Are you the new actor, or the detective Mirage talked about hiring to find out about the accidents?"

"So you believe they were accidents?" Tracker asked, his ear twitching to pick up their response. The two females look at each other as the canine steps in, moving closer to them. The finally look back at him.

"To be honest," Clar answered, "No we don't. But no one can say for certain what was done so we simply leave it at accidents for now." Her tail wrapped around the chair some as she spoke, working to get comfortable as well. Tracker nodded some as he sat down.

"Tell me," He asked, looking back and forth between them, "Do either of you have any idea who may be responsible?" He shifts, looking at them curiously as he awaits for a reply. Tiggy and Clar both seem to think about the question for a moment.

"It is kind of hard to imagine," Tiggy spoke again, "The furs who work here seem to be very nice and sweet. We become friends around here as well as coworkers and it is a rather intimate work environment."

"There have been furs I've been suspicious of," Clar told him, "Like the writers when I first met them as well as one or two of the production crew. After being here a while, I got used to them and even started liking a few."

"The writers?" Tracker's erect ear perked more as he looked at her, "Why would you be suspicious of them?"

"Michael..." Clar paused a moment, "he's not your typical employee. Mirage felt bad for him when he wasn't able to perform during an audition." She giggles some, her tail shifts some. "Not often you hear such a thing, a male who wants to be in porn and can't get to attention. Kevin... He's a nice guy but doesn't always seem to act normal. He talks the same as he writes. No modern slang, no contractions. Sometimes it seems like he's trying to prove something."

Tracker nodded and continued to speak with them. He collected Tiggy and Clar's opinion on most of the staff of Mirage Studio, trying to collect as much as he could to find out what he would need later. When it came to the incidents, the two had less to say unfortunately.

"If you want to know more about that," Tiggy finally said, "You should go talk to Kielles and Katie. They were on the sets for two of them... well, three if you include the one with the film."

"Film?" He asked, tilting his head curiously, but shook himself slightly. "Alright. Well thank you for the help and I'll go talk to them. Do you happen to know where they are at the moment?"

After getting directions, the coyote-dalmatian hybrid found himself at the set, luckily the light was off so they were not filming at the moment. He slipped inside quietly, looking around and finding two young ladies having the last touch-ups added to their fur. One was a rabbit. The other looked like a mountain lion, but there was a hint of something else in her. Tracker took a breath and walked up to them.

"Excuse me," the hybrid canine asked, "which of you is Kielles and which is Katie?" The two of them shift, looking at him suspiciously. "I am Tracker McCoy, private investigator. Miss Fyre hired me to ask find out about the threats and-"

"ACTRESSES TO THE SET!" someone shouted, interrupting his statement. The two of them got up.

"Sorry," the rabbit said, "but if you can wait, Kielles and I will tell you whatever we can." She smiled and headed out onto the set. Tracker moved to let the females pass, watching them as they walked onto the set. He scanned the area around him, taking in the equipment and the others around.

"LIGHTS!" Someone shouted, "CAMERA! MUSIC QUES!" There was a pause. "ACTION!" and the scene began.

Kielles and Katie pulled them toward each other, pressing their chests together as they kissed. There were noises of pleasures from the two as they moved, opening their mouths to let their tongue explore the others. The pressed against each other, their nipples rubbing against as they were pressed together, the two females moving to press their stomachs against each others.

Kielles pushed forward most, pressing Katie down on her back as the two continued kissing, her dominantly feline form down on top of the rabbit beneath her. There was a light squeak and giggle as the rabbit was pressed down on her back, looking up at her lover and letting the smooth tongue lick her lips.

Katie slid her paws down along the other's rear, moving along until the tips of her fingers press against Kielles's vaginal lips. The rabbit smiled to herself as she pushed two fingers into the feline sex, letting them wiggle slightly as she pushed her way in to her knuckles, exploring her partners wet vaginal canal.

The feline's eyes closed and ears pulled back as she let out a moan of pleasure, tail twitching as she tightened her sex around the digits within her form. She lifted her body up, pushing back against the rabbit's hand. Kielles moved her own, tracing down across the her playmate's stomach before reaching the lapine's vaginal lips. The feline licked her lips as she pushed her fingers into the rabbit sex, moving to match Katie's pace.

The two of them kissed, their mouths opening to moan in pleasure. Their bodies writhed in pleasure as they moved back and forth, their hips pumping back and grinding against the other's paw. The two molded to each other then pulled apart, enjoying the feel of their bodies together.

Kielles finally pulled away, her thick furred tail lashing in excitement. She gave Katie one last lick, the rabbit licking her lips and looking up at the feline form with deep wanting lust. The feline raised up and shifted her body, turning her back to the rabbit's face, letting her tail tease under her jaw. Kielles looked over her shoulder and licked her lips, giving the rabbit a grin. She pushed back as she bent down, bringing her dripping vaginal lips to the rabbit's face as the feline brought her own muzzle down between the rabbit's thighs.

Katie let out a murr as her lover's juices dripped onto the rabbit's lips. She reached up with her paws, grabbing the taut rear of the feline as she moved up, bringing her smooth rabbit tongue to slide along her vaginal lips. She let out a moan at the taste, pushing her tongue up into her the other's vaginal canal as her nose pressed against the opening. The rabbit's hips pushed up, grinding against the feline muzzle.

Kielles let out a purr as she felt the tongue enter her vaginal canal and tease her inner walls, causing them to vibrate. She slid her own tongue into the wanting body before her, running the sandpaper rough texture along the smooth canal walls as she purred into the rabbit's vaginal depths.

Kielles and Katie moaned as their tongues explored each other's vaginal depths. Their bodies writhed in pleasure, pushing the faces down as their hips moved to press the others tongue deeper into their bodies.

Kielles pulled away slightly, smiling to herself as her tongue continued to work along Katie's vaginal opening. She ran a finger along the rabbit's soft and wet lips, collecting the juices some. The feline pushes forward, sinking back deep into Katie's vaginal depths as she pushed a finger tip into her tight little puckered tail hole.

Katie's body tensed as she reached her climax. The powerful lapin legs snapped shut around the other's head, holding her in place tightly as her puckered backside clamped down and squeezed the finger in it. Her vaginal canal twitch and spasm, cumming around the sandpaper like tongue and coating the soft lips in copious amounts of feminine bunny cum. Katie gripped Kielles hard with her paws, her rabbit nails dimpling the soft feline rump, as she screamed into her sex in orgasmic excitement and bliss.

The feeling of Katie climaxing was enough to set Kielles off herself. She pulled her head up, ears pinned back as she let out a massive yowl of pleasure. She pushed back, grinding into the rabbit's nails in her rump as well as the soft and smooth tongue in the warm vaginal depths. Her tail lashed in excitement, expressing Kielles's happiness as she covered Katie's face with her juices.

The two of them pulled apart a moment, letting them both catch her breath as they laid together in the orgasmic after glow. Kielles grinned and gave her lips a lick as she looked at the Katie's wet face. The two moved, sliding apart then moving in to kiss. There was a purr from Kielles and murr from Katie. The tongues slid out once more, this time licking their own juices off the others muzzle and lips.

As the two kissed they moved their bodies together. Each paws gripped the other's rear, squeezing the cheeks as they kissed. Their breasts pressed together, nipples teasing each other. The two moved together, sliding their legs around each other and sliding closer to make their vaginal lips kiss. Then, the power went out, darkening the whole studio and shutting down the camera so they can film no more. The girls did not notice this until they were interrupted.

"CUT!" the voice shouted again. "CUT!CUT!CUT!" There was some giggling from the girls as he continued "Someone find out what's going on. We have more to shoot." Tracker took advantage of this moment to slip out into the hall, where only the emergency lighting was on. He took a deep breath, collecting himself, then walked down the darkened hall, his eyes adjusting to the low light as he went to investigate the cause of the black out and focus on anything other then the painful erection he acquired while watching the girls on the bed.

He headed along the way, feeling his body starting to relax back to normal as he headed to where the fuse box for the building would be. The sight before when he arrived was not what he had expected. Not only had the fuse box been opened, it had been unscrewed from the wall and all the fuses were pulled out, tossed into a pile on the ground before it. He the Coyote-dalmatian mix bent down, moving to study the fuses and sort through them when a bright light hit him. He covered his eyes, letting out a growl of pain as he tried to adjust to the new light on him.

"I found him," a male voice shouted excitedly, "Mirage, over here. I found the guy responsible for messing up your business." Tracker blinked slowly as he lowered his arm, letting his eyes focus on the male beyond the flashlight. He caught the sight of a red panda and saw Mirage moving up to stand beside him.

"I'm sorry Michael," She said with a hint of disappointment and some relief, "But that is not the traitor." She pushed the flashlight aside, letting it shine against the wall as she walked forward. Tracker blinked at him a moment, trying to clear his retinas of the light marks and refocusing to the better lighting. Mirage led him forward.

"Mr. McCoy," Mirage started once more, "this is Michael Duchovony, one of our writers. Michael, this is Tracker McCoy, the detective I hired to figure out what was going on." Michael reached out with his right hand, letting Tracker shake it.

"Sorry about that," the red panda said, "I saw you with all the fuses and I thought that we finally caught the guy responsible for all the problems around here."

"It's understandable Mister Duchovony," Tracker said with indifference. He took the flashlight from him and moved to shine it on the pile. He moved over, turning his back to the red panda and Mirage as he started to examine them. He ignored them a while as he sorted through, finding the fuses with a slight scratch on them, as though held by something with a point when pulled free.

"So," Mirage said softly as she moved to crouch beside the detective, "Whoever it was came over here and pulled out each fuse from the box, then removed it from the wall?"

"No," Tracker said softly, making even the vixen right next to him straining to pick up his words, "If that were the case, we would have caught him when he was trying to pull the box off the wall. Besides, if they had been pulled out one at a time, the power would have gone out in sections instead of all at once... or he would have just removed the main fuse that allows power to travel to all the others."

He turned the flashlight, trailing it across to the fuse box then up to it, looking at it as well as where it was connected to the wall. He stood slowly, moving toward it to look inside. An ear twitched as he heard Michael walk off and Mirage moved to watch him from where she was.

"They undid the fuse box," Tracker told the vixen behind him, speaking loud enough for her to hear him, "they then used some conductive metal to get around the fuses so they could remove all the fuses and leave them out here." He turns, shining the light back on the pile. "This could have been done anywhere from minutes to days ago."

"It had to be today," Mirage responded, standing up and moving clear as he walked back, "I was here very late last night and was the last one to leave. I walked by this hall and the fuse box was fine."

The coyote-dalmatian hybrid moved back to the pile, catching a glimpse of something else. He reached down and pulled out a business card, holding it up to the light to see it. There was a perfectly formed black fingerprint on the white paper and The letters F.F.R.P.D. printed on it in block text. He tapped the card a moment then turned to look at the studio owner.

"Do your employee files have finger prints in them?" He asked, knowing it was a long shot but hoping all the same. It was then he noticed something on his paw. He shined the light directly on it, seeing black spots that were not his fur pattern where Michael's paw had gripped his.

"Yes," Mirage said, standing back up, "when we first started hiring, my friends and I did background checks and needed fingerprints to do that. We stopped the checks but continued to keep taking fingerprints in case of emergencies."

"Alright," Tracker said, slipping the card into his pocket, "We need to get the lights back on then I need to start checking the employee files." He shined the light against the wall again, seeing grease around the edges. He then walked to Mirage as she called on her cell for maintenance to come to the fuse box then led him to her office.

The light was on about an hour later. Tracker sat at Mirage's desk as he looked through one of the few files that had piqued his interest. He pulled out the card, setting the folder down and comparing the print on the card to the right thumbprint in the file. It looked like a match. His erect ear suddenly perked as he heard a knock on the door and looked up to see Kielles.

"You wanted to see me Mister Mc...Coy?" she asked as she stepped in, letting her voice turn slightly seductive as she reached the "Coy" part of his name and grinned at him.

"Yes," Tracker said, pretending not to notice, "I do, but I need you to wait for a few minutes. I'm expecting someone else and need to ask them something quickly. If you could sit down and please wait?" He motioned to the chair and she nodded, taking a seat as there was another knock.

"Miss Fyre notified me that you wished to make some inquiries with me," Kevin asked as he stepped into the room, shifting and smiling at Kielles. The leopard move in, standing squarely before the desk.

"Yes," Tracker McCoy said, shutting the file before him, "I was wondering if you were familiar with this?" He asks, holding up the card for him to see. Kevin shifted, looking at it closely for a long time.

"Certainly," Kevin said, "That is a card for the Furs For the Right to Public Decency. It is an group that wishes to eliminate violence and sexual implications from the media, including movies and games. It was at one time a religious only organization, but has grown and can be found having meetings on most college campuses."

"How do you know so much about it mister Spanne?" He tilted his head curiously, watching the leopard curiously at the question. Kevin shifted, looking at Tracker, then Kielles a moment. The brownish yellow fur took on an orange tinge as he blushed.

"In all honesty," Kevin started, "I was associated with the chapter organized at my own local alma mater prior to my employment here. I had enlisted membership with them in an attempt to get better acquainted with an albino panther of the hermaphrodite persuasion." Kevin shifted in embarrassment as Tracker studied him and Kielles let out a giggle of amusement.

"Alright," Tracker continued, "One more question and you may go. Has Michael done any repair work on the printer that is malfunctioning?" He tilted his head again, observing the leopard's body language as he awaited an answer.

"No," Kevin replied, "Michael has, for the most part, made certain to thoroughly prevent any contact or interaction with the problematic mechanism." When Tracker nodded, Kevin made a slight bowing motion, smiled at Kielles, then proceeded to leave them alone in the office.

"Thank you for waiting," Tracker started again, turning back to the feline looking female, "I understand you've been here for quite a while. What brought you here to begin with?" He shifted, watching her.

"That isn't what you want to ask," Kielles said with a smile, "I came because I wanted to be famous with my girlfriends and show everyone how EBIL I can be." She watched him a while, seeing a hint of amusement. "But, in seriousness, I have a job where I can be with the girls I love most in my life, Katie, Tiggy, and Clar, and I get paid for doing something I love and enjoy with someone I love and care for."

"Alright," Tracker continued, moving to get comfortable again, "I also understand you were on scene when Michael Duchovony joined. Please fill me in on him."

"Michael?" She asked, looking at him curiously, "well... He wasn't supposed to be a writer originally. There were auditions for a new male actor to join the cast. I was there to help pick by appearance and watch how they had sex with their partner. It actually matters in this business. Anyway, there was some conversation over ideas for what to do next and he was actually pretty creative. When his audition came up, he.... Er... couldn't stand up for the work at first. By the time he did, he...finished during a rather hard stroke." She covered her face to stifle a giggle, "Needless to say we couldn't use him in front of the camera, so Mirage and the others offered him a job as a writer."

Tracker sat back, sitting quietly as he thought about what he was told for a moment. Kielles watched him curiously as she waited for him to ask anything else. Finally Tracker let out a sigh and stood up, turning toward her.

"Thank you for your help Kielles," He finally said, reaching out to shake her paw, "I appreciate your cooperation." The feline fem shook her paw with his, giving her lips a slow seductive lick then winking at the canine. She turned to leave, wiggling her hips and letting her tail sway in a seductive manner as she walked out of the room.

Tracker sat there a long moment, looking at the files once more, though absent-mindedly. He heard the door open and looked out of the corner of his eyes to see Mirage enter her own office. He set the file down, looking up at her. Mirage looked at him curiously, her thick furred tail twitching behind her.

"The fingerprint on the card is David Spanne's," He holds up a paw to stop her from talking, "It's not what you think Miss Fyre," He held up the card and looked at it. "It's an exact match. As near as I can tell, it was scanned from your file and printed onto the card."

"So he isn't just messing up my business," Mirage said with anger flaring into voice, "He's also trying to frame someone else for it. But who, and why?" She shifted nervously, looking at him with hope that he had in fact figured this out. Tracker took a deep breath as he stood up.

"Tell me," He finally said looking at her, "Is there a way to watch the cameras from the production booth and tape it?" Mirage looked at him curiously.

The next morning, Tracker stood in an empty studio in the dark, standing next to the camera as he heard the door open and shut. He pressed a button to turn on a bright spotlight on the culprit, partly for effect but admittedly it was also to mess with him a little.

"It was a somewhat clever ploy," Tracker started, keeping in the shadows for the moment, "start sabotaging the movies to end production, then when the detective comes in, start to frame Kevin Spanne. If I gave up and leave, you're free to continue until Mirage Fyre shuts down production. If I fall for your ploy, Kevin gets fired, if not arrested so you no longer have to worry about him taking your job."

"That is very clever story Mr. McCoy," Michael Duchovony finally said, "but wrong. So unless you have some evidence, you're just wasting my time... and if you DID have proof, you wouldn't be in here telling me all this."

"I do have evidence," Tracker continued, "I also have the motives. When you came to Mirage Studios, it was to be an adult film actor. You couldn't perform and were rejected, but Mirage gave you a job as a writer instead. It was a small consolation but you still weren't on the side of the camera you wanted. You wrote for the movies but were mad about it.

"Later," the Coyote-Dalmatian hybrid kept speaking, "they hire Kevin, a more skilled and creative writer. If he keeps up the way he's going with his scripts, you risk being fired or replaced with him as the lead writer for the studio. So you decide to take a stand, but not in any way permitted. You decided that if you couldn't work here, you were going to put the studio out of business. That way you could have a fresh start, maybe go and work at another studio. If not, then maybe you could frame Kevin. Make it look like he was responsible so you have job security." He paused watching Michael Duchovony shift nervously, the red panda's tail lashing behind him.

"That's all very interesting," Michael said, finally looking to see the shadowy form of the private investigator, "In a Area 51, paranoid conspiracy kind of way. But again, I don't think you have any evidence to prove what you're telling me."

"Evidence?" Tracker started again, "Very well. Let's start with the most recent and work backwards. The card for the Furs For the Right to Public Decency, with Kevin's thumbprint. It was an exact match for the thumb in his file. A perfect match in fact. No smudging, no shifting. It also was a little ridged around the edges. Someone scanned the fingerprint and printed it on the card. Speaking of which, you left some on my paw when we shook hands."

"What do you expect?" Michael said suddenly, thinking he found an opening to turn this around, "The printer we are supposed to use is broken and leaks black ink. You can't get near it or touch any papers from it without getting your fingers covered."

"It wasn't ink," Tracker retorted, "It was grease. Grease such as was around the spot for the fuse box when you pulled it off and passed the fuses because you haven't done any work on the printer." He watched Michael closely, seeing the red panda squirm, "Do I need to continue?"

"Alright," the red panda growled at him, "So you got me. I did it. I sabotaged Mirage's films and tried to frame Kevin over it. You got me you fucking smart ass son of a bitch. The problem is, I still have the upper hand in this. You don't have enough to convict me and Mirage, or anyone else who works here for that matter, will NEVER believe you."

"I'm sure they would," Tracker said with a smirk, "But if not," He reaches up and pulls a black sheet off a camera, revealing the red line to show it was on. "I'm sure they will believe your confession."

Michael stared at the camera in shock. The entire time they had been talking, the detective had been filming him. He blinked as it dawned more. The cameras were linked to the production booth. Not only could he not get the tape, but someone is probably up there, seeing and hearing this all. It was all over. He was caught.

"Thank you Mr. McCoy," Mirage said several hours later, "I appreciate all you've done. You've saved my business and no one else is going to be hurt by Michael." She stood up, moving around the desk and handing him a check. "You earned this," She suddenly dropped to her knees, "And.... This."

With that, Mirage reached up, bringing her paws to the fly of his jeans. She undid the fly, pulling the jeans open and sliding his boxers down to expose the furred canine sheath. She let out a murr as she leaned forward, running her smooth vixen tongue against the fur, tickling him and teasing to coax the shaft out of it's protective covering. One paw gripped his thigh as the other slid along his stomach, starting to raise his shirt to rub his sternum.

Tracker let out a murr of pleasure. He slid his paws down to grip her head, scratching around the ears. He then slid his paws along her body, sliding over her skirt and then up along her thighs to grip her rear and squeeze. His shaft emerged from the sheath in his arousal.

Mirage murred in pleasure around the canine sheath. She slide her tongue up, swirling around the tip of the emerging shaft before taking it into her muzzle. She began to suckle on it, working to coax out of the cover further. Her paws slid up, gripping the side of his jeans and starting to pull, working to slide them off his body.

Tracker slid his paws up along her tail, stroking it a moment. He raised hips to allow her to slide his jeans and boxers off as he reached to pull his shirt off. The half-coyote closed his eyes, letting out a murr of pleasure as his shaft emerged from his sheath fully.

The vixen closed her eyes, murring more as she slide her mouth down along the canine cock, taking it into her mouth until her lips kissed the knot. She let out a long murr, sending vibrations along the length then sliding back up to the tip. She stood up, letting the member slide out of her muzzle with a pop.

Tracker reached out, pulling her up and kissing her on the lips. He opened his own muzzle, letting his tongue slide in to taste her with a hint of his own. His paws slid down her back to her skirt, unbuttoning then unzipping the fly to let it fall to the floor beneath them.

Mirage smiled, her tail wagging as she stood up working to unbutton the blouse and pull it open in front of him. She winked as she slid it off, standing before the detective in her bra and panties. She reached back to undo the bra, pulling it off, but turning her back to him just as it came off so he did not see her free breasts. She wiggled her hips as she walked away, shaking her firm rump at him as she showed the back of her thong. She turned her head and grinned at him, bending over her desk with her tail raised excitedly.

Tracker stood and walked toward her, tail wagging slowly in excitement. He reached down and gripped the vixen's thighs. His paws slid up, crossing her rear with his nails trailing the fur, then taking a hold of her thong and pulling it off. He lowered himself with the panties, leaning in to nip at the inside of her thighs with his muzzle.

Mirage let out a slight yip of surprise then a moan of pleasure. She gripped the desk harder, pushing her hips back to press against the male behind her. Her tail swayed, tickling his erect ear and rubbing across the top of his head. The feminine body pressed down against the wood of the desk, rubbing back and forth to tease her nipples to erection.

"Stop teasing me," Mirage growled more out of lustful need then anger. "Take me Tracker. Fuck my little vixen cunt with your big coyote cock." She whimpered and wiggled, rubbing back and trying to tease him to get him to take her the way she wanted. What he did caught her off guard.

Tracker gripped Mirage around her hips, turning her over and pushing to lay on the desk. He grinned down at her and licked his lips, his paws moving to scratch along her legs as he moved to grip her by her ankles. He pulled her legs up, pulling them to press across his chest as he moved forward, pressing the tip of shaft against her vaginal lips.

Mirage stretched out on the desk, letting out a long moan of pleasure as she felt his shaft enter her canal. Her feet gripped around the back of his head as her arms reached to grab his rear and squeeze. She pressed back against him, grinding the knot against her vaginal lips as she let out a long moan, tightening around his length.

Tracker tilted his head back, growling in pleasure at the tightness that engulfed his shaft. He pressed himself forward a little more, raising Mirage's body so her legs were almost touching her breasts. He moved his paws to grip her rear, squeezing as he started to pull back to the tip and slam forward, slapping his knot against her lips and making her body bounce slightly.

"Oh yes," Mirage murred in physical pleasure, "Fuck me Tracker. Fuck me hard." She tightened her grip on his rear, leaving dimple marks on his flesh. Her hips pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts and slamming his knot against her vaginal lips harder, grinding her clit against the fur of his stomach. She pushed up, trying to lick at him as her legs tensed further. Her nipples stood firm and wanting to be touched as her breasts bounced back and forth across her chest with each slam of their bodies.

Tracker closed his eyes, growling in pleasure. He moved his paws a little more to squeeze and massage her rear, letting his nails dimple the flesh and scratch across it harmlessly. He held her in place, keeping her feminine form taut as he pulled back to the tip and thrusts forward into her depths which squeezed him tightly and expertly.

"Don't tie with me," the vixen managed to grunt out between her breaths, "I want you to cum all over my stomach and breasts." She gripped his rear tighter, causing him to let out a slight growl of pain as she made the flesh turn red with her claws. She closed her eyes, focusing on the intense pleasure of having the male slam himself into her depths as she thrusts back and the feeling of his body sliding across her clit with each movement.

Tracker let out a growl of frustration. Without being able to tie, it would probably take him longer to reach climax himself. He squeezed the vulpine rump hard and nipped at one of the legs at the calf where he could reach. His hips continued their thrusting into her warm tightness, feeling the wetness increase some as she kept tight around him. His whole body tensed as he thrusts into her almost ferally, making sure not to force the knot into her body.

Mirage started to moan louder and squirm, crying out as she felt herself building toward orgasm. She released her grip on his rear, still slamming her own hips back to meet his thrusting with her own. The vixen's paws slid up, gripping her breasts and playing with the nipples as she felt herself go over the edge. She screamed out his name, stopping her thrusting a moment to grind back against him as her canal gripped down tight, trying to milk the cum from his shaft that was not yet coming. Her juices flowed freely, pouring out against his crotch and dripping to pool on the desk beneath her.

Tracker tensed his body more, growling loudly as he continued to thrust into her, riding out the vixen's orgasm. He pulled against her more, thrusting into her as rapidly as his hips would allow him in this position, working to get the need to climax.

When he felt it, he pulled out, letting Mirage's legs go as she laid on the desk, still writhing with climax. He gripped his knot hard with one paw as the other pumped up and down the length of his rigid shaft. He felt the knot swell in his paws and let out a snarl of pleasure as he hit climax, pumping to spurt the thick canine seed across the vixen's breasts and stomach. As his orgasm came to an end, the last of the fluid dripped from his shaft onto her vaginal lips.

"Oh fuck yes," Mirage moaned, feeling the warmth of the fluid against her fur. She slid her paws through it some to take a taste, then slid off the desk and onto her knees. The vixen leaned forward, giving the shaft long slow licks to collect any of the remaining fluid on it, then pulled Tracker's paws away to suck the tip for any that had yet to be released.

When she finished, Mirage stood up and licked her lips. She moved back around the desk, acting as though what had happened was normal for her to do. She sat down her chair and pulled out some papers, holding them out for the half-coyote half-dalmatian.

"If you would please Mr. McCoy," She pushed the papers toward him, making certain to avoid the wet spot from their recent activities, "I would appreciate you signing this. It is actually two parts of a contract. One states that you will not tell anyone about our location here in town so we may continue to work peacefully." She smiled and shifted, grinning, "The other is an agreement to let us use the events that brought you here and the events that occurred from it as the purpose of a movie." She leaned back in her seat. "You were very good by the way," She slid her fingers through the thick cum in her fur. "If you ever decide to retire from detective work, I'm sure we could use you as a cast member here." She murred, licking at the collection of fluid on her finger tips. "Or maybe just my personal assistant." She grinned and winked.

"Thank you for the offer," Tracker said with a smile as he finished signing the papers, "I will keep that in mind if I ever do change my mind. The two laughed a moment before getting dressed, Tracker heading back home while Mirage went back to work at her studio.

A week and a half later, Tracker heard a knock at the door and went to open it. Standing before him was a delivery fur with a package for him and a clipboard awaiting his signature. The half-coyote raised his eyebrow curiously but signed. He went to the living room, opening the package as he went. Inside was a letter and something else. He started reading the letter:

"Dear Mr. McCoy,

I wish to thank you again for your assistance in saving my studio. I greatly appreciate what you did to make it safe once more. Kevin is working to find an assistant of his own to help with the writing and all the cast members are glad to go back to work once more.

Included within is a copy of our latest movie which we have just recently completed. Consider it a thank you present and enjoy our newest production. The offer to give you a job as an actor, or if not at least a security guard, at my studio still remains.

Appreciatively,

Mirage Fyre, CEO Mirage Studios."

Tracker studied the note curiously for a long moment, then set it aside to pull out the DVD box. He let out a merf of surprise at what was before him. On the cover was his name in blue text with a picture of him arresting Michael with Mirage leaning against him.

Out of curiosity he put it in the DVD player and scanned through it quickly. The entire investigation was on it, including the scene between Kielles and Katie as well as his own intimate time with Mirage Fyre. He shifted in amusement. It seemed that he was going to be an adult film star in at least one movie. He took it out and put it back into the case, setting the memento of his case and carnal pleasure on a shelf with his other DVDs.