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Ch. 17 (Movement 2) Changing Times

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Politics weren't what they were in the old days before the Final Founding. People had gotten rather nasty towards the end. Tempers would flare, claims were made, many times false, and slander was the name of the game. The Final Founding had brought a calmer attitude to the leaders of the world.

People, however, were still the same. Prejudices still existed. Speciesm was the worst one, or at least the one that brought out the worst in people. "Cats and Dogs living in sin" was an old joke. It wasn't a joke anymore. It was a phrase used to indicate derision or hate to a mixed pair.

"Music can heal wounds."

"Music can change the world."

Old sayings. No one knows if they are true for sure. Music can bring change, certainly, for a single person. That person brings their own personality, their own experience to the piece, and it can change them in their own particular way.

The only true adage anymore is that time brings change. For some groups of furs and humans, Dal's performance and music had brought change. It had woken them up to what time had wrought. None of them were pleased.

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"Oof! Wake up Dal! You're crushing me!" Rick struggled. Dal had turned over suddenly.

"Sorry...." Dal rolled over slightly, his ears pinned to his head. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, only slightly squished...." Rick rubbed his arm. It had gone to sleep. He'd gotten it pinned under Dal at some point in the night, and now both he, and his arm were waking up....

"Sorry...." Dal sighed and laid on his stomach staring at Rick's spotted face.

Rick grinned......."I think I'll let you make it up to me."

Dal's eyes rose.

Quickly Rick maneuvered behind Dal. "Hrm, what have we here?"

Rick stroked Dal's back with his strong hands. The horse sighed enjoying the massage. Belatedly he realized just where this massage was going....lower.

Dal closed his eyes......

This feels so good.....he feels so good.....

The canine concentrated on the dappled marking, and the muscular flanks. Dal could feel each finger and claw stroke. Whenever Rick used a claw it sent a shiver up his mane.

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Rick smiled. Poor guy....he needs something to take his mind off things....I hope this does the trick....I know it will for me....

One single claw raked gently down Dal's spine. Dal flagged his tail slowly. Rick inhaled the heady aroma of stallion. His stallion. Rick was still wrapping his mind fully around that idea. It made him feel very warm inside. It also made him very hard.

He guided one of his paws to his own cock as it emerged fully from his own sheath. He could see Dal adjusting himself and could smell the horse's precum from here. Rick whined in his chest as he lent down. He lapped his tongue just under Dal's tail. The equine let out a whickering moan.

Soon his tongue was going lower to lap and caress Dal's taint, and his huge testicles as they splayed out flat behind him, the soft dappled gray marking them. Rick's nose twitched as he inhaled the scent deeply, continuing his ministrations with his tongue, finally finding Dal's sweet hole.

Rick buried his muzzle as deep as he could, letting his tongue snake inside his equine. Dal let out another lusty moan, the long tail hair tickled Rick's back.

Both were working up to a fever pitch. Rick found his mating habits driving him quickly. Soon he was on his knees. He roughly gripped Dal's muscular ass, giving one side a hearty smack. Dal whinnied softly in submission. Dal's ears were cocked back, giving every indication that he was paying his utmost attention to Rick.

Rick straddled Dal's huge muscular rump, holding the flagging tail to the side, and grunted slightly as he pushed himself in. Dal sighed deeply.

Its so warm...so....unf....tight too.....

He could feel Dal squeeze down on him.

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Dal had learned what drove Rick. He knew how much the canine lusted after him from the first day they met. He knew the dappled marking he wore drove a deep need in his canine. Dal opened his muzzle as he felt Rick enter him, sighing contentedly, squeezing down on the canine member as it entered him swiftly.

He could feel his equine member straining against his thigh as blood rushed further into it, causing his flare to expand. With each thrust Rick drove into him, another flow of pre gushed out of him. Dal found himself beginning to sweat and pant as each stroke sent another shiver up his body.

That lean, sexy spotted body. Those strong hands, that brilliant mind and that...unf....knot.....he's getting close......

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Rick had been thrusting into Dal for a while, trying to keep his mind from the approaching tie and orgasm, and failing entirely. He could feel his own need to tie building. His knot was painfully swollen. Soon, too soon for Rick, he gave in, and thrust as hard as he could. He was large for a canine. He was lucky it seemed that Dal was able to take equally thick members as he slammed his knot home, feeling the tie.

Rick howled.

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Dal felt the knot slide home, and tie with him. It drove him over the edge. He didn't even need to touch his own member. He snorted as shot after shot of equine cum soaked the sheets behind him. His cock was painful in it's twitching, incredibly hard.

The orgasm rocked his own body as he rode the waves, his own hips pushing back against Rick. Finally with one last thrust he could feel Rick empty inside of him, his own canine seed marking him deeply.

Dal sighed.

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Rick laid down on Dal's back, both of them drenched in sweat. Rick ran his fingers through Dal's thick mane. He had no intention of getting up any time soon. Both of them quickly began to slip into slumber, Dal's cum drying beside them.

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The door burst off it's hinges, the noise woke Dal and Rick immediately. Someone burst into the room. "There they are!"

Someone roughly hauled rick off of Dal. In the darkness, Rick could barely make out the features. More canines, German Shepards. He had a flashback of his experience in the alley. A low growl began in him and he lunged blindly.

"Fuck!" The voice screamed. Dal screamed in equine pain. Rick could only register that, and it drove him wilder. His teeth sank deeply into the leg of the other canine, over and over, blood quickly filling his muzzle.

"Stop!"

!!Boom!!

The shotgun blast brought plaster down on their heads. The lights flicked on. Four canines were in the room, one on the floor, with Rick's fangs sunk deeply into the flesh and fur of it's leg.

Dal was on his back on his bed. The other two canines had a whip and rope indicated they had intended on kidnapping, or at least tying up their prey. Rick's eye was drawn to the doorway. A very elderly Fox lady was standing in the doorway, a sawed off antique double barreled shotgun in her arms, her cane propped up against the door.

"The fuck?"

One of the canines, a German Shepard of some type started. He quickly snapped his muzzle shut as the old fox drew a bead on him with the scatter gun as she calmly flicked the lever over to the other barrel.

"Out. Now." She ordered curtly.

Quickly all four canines left.

"Mrs....Mrs Jacobson?" Dal panted.

The Fox nodded. "I heard you two going at it like usual. Lucky for you I'm nocturnal. Then I heard them break in. I figured someone would want your guy's tails, I just didn't think it would be this soon...."

Rick looked over. Dal had been marked by the whip a couple times. No blood, only welts stood in contrast against his thick chest.

Rick wiped his muzzle on the back of his arm, staining it red with blood. "Shouldn't we have called the cops?" The old lady just shrugged, and reclaimed her cane. "As if they would have been here on time. That's why I carry this..." she indicated the gun.Then she grinned hugely, and pulled a sword out of her cane. "Never can be too careful these days. Damned kids....present company excluded of course...."

Dal shook his head. "Thanks. I mean, really thanks."

Mrs. Jacobson just smiled, turned and left.

"Dal, pack your things. We're leaving." Rick barked. His ears went back when he realized his canine instincts were setting in, He was trying to 'herd' Dal, but Dal only nodded and began stuffing clothing into the cases they had just unpacked. This time they made certain to pack Rick's instruments, as well as a few others they had around the apartment.

"I wonder how much of this we're going to have to deal with?" Rick looked over. Dal had a resigned but forlorn look on his face. Rick sighed padding over to him. "Enough that I think we may need some type of help or protection."

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Dal smiled at that. It wasn't like they weren't going to be able to afford it. He remembered the advance check he had, plus his savings. He sighed thinking about the cost of moving his beloved Grand Piano, but it would be worth it. In the end, it would all be worth it.

"Come on cutie. Help me carry those cases of yours down the stairs, and lets call a car. Hopefully they have a large one available tonight for my hulking frame. We're leaving town." Rick canine grinned up at Dal. He still had blood on his muzzle, but he looked adorable.

Adorable and vicious.

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