Play Until Dawn
Chapter 3
Streets of Tort
6th of March, 10:21 PM
A heavy haze of cigarette smoke filled the limousine compartment, nicotine's stench was imprinted into the vehicle's fabrics. Riley, being a smoker himself, was adapted to having his mouth taste and his nose smell the odious, killer cigarette smoke; the single thing keeping Riley from accepting and smoking one was the somewhat selfish desire to appease his boyfriend, also known as money donor and sugar daddy.
So far, the two occupants of the limousine (Riley's boss, named Mr or Sir Otis, who was responsible for poisoning and of course, Riley) had said nothing to each other. Riley gazed out of the tinted and probably bullet proof windows to the streets he occasionally walked through. In the day, the sky-high levels of crime were undeniable, but not conspicuous to your average pedestrian. However, when the sun had set crime would rocket up to even higher levels and walking down the street five steps could see you mugged even if you were careful. Looking out of the window, Riley saw evidence of this. In a dark alley he could spot a fresh corpse, behind them walked a gang of hooded furs probably planning on robbing the limousine should it stop in the street, drug pushers standing in plain sight and prostitutes who had more occupational hazards than soldier; underneath the black lace or in their high heels they most likely carried small, but deadly, weapons. This all reminded Riley of how lucky he was to be inside of the limousine.
Riley's attention was caught by a snarled purr. Sir Otis, or just Sir as Riley was being instructed to address him as, flicked his half-smoked cigarette out of the window. "Wine, my dear boy?" The black panther offered, his forepaw reaching into a small compartment to extract an aged bottle of red wine. He stabbed a claw into the cork, tore it free and sent it out the window for the beggars. "Why not?" Riley smiled politely, realizing full that he was at the feline's mercy. "Let it sit a minute. Whilst we wait, why don't we converse? I detest silence." Lounging, the panther kicked his paws up onto an ottoman and rested his forepaw on a fist. With his chartreuse, unnerving glare that Goma's mimicked, Sir Otis stalked Riley as he waited for the white tiger to say something.
"What do you wish to speak of?" Riley carefully selected his words, trying to sound more well versed than he actually was. The panther detected this swiftly. Deciding to test the tiger, he said: "You're very well versed for a..." As quickly as he had began, his voice trailed off. "Forgive me." Sir Otis' eyes avoided Riley's for a moment. "Here, drink." The panther demanded, handing Riley his glass. "Do you know how to drink fine wine?" "Not at all. But, what were you going to call me?" Sir Otis, having no real quarry with insulting Riley replied whilst swirling his wine: "Poor." The corner of Riley's mouth twitched. "But I know that's incorrect. Your family, one of your fathers I should say, they own a business don't they?" "Three." Riley corrected without emotion in his voice, instead his emotions (all of which were rage) had settled in his eyes. "We own three." "Impressive." Sir Otis smirked, finding pride in breaking down the tiger's triggers without wasting too much time digging through his accounts.
Holding the wine glass by the stem, Sir Otis sipped at the dark red liquid and left it in his mouth. They sat in silence, Otis did nothing to end it. Riley started on his wine and turned his gaze away from the man. When Riley had taken his first sip and Otis had swallowed his, the panther spoke to break the silence he apparently hated: "Are you enjoying your wine?" Riley swallowed with haste. "Yes, it's been a while since I've tasted such... exotic liquor. My parents don't approve much of drinking, I do." "Is that why you became a bartender?" "Actually, yes. Ever since I was a kitten I've wanted to master the art of mixology. Is there a better way to do so than become a bartender?" Sir Otis raised his glass and took another sip, Riley copied him down to his breaths.
"See... That's funny what you just said. Because my Son informed me that you were interested in getting a promotion to become a stripper, why would you want one of those when your end goal is mastering drink mixing?" Sir Otis finished his wine and. Over the glass edge, he stared at the balking tiger and waited for a response. "Err... I... Okay." Riley sighed. "Maybe I lied to you. I'm only interested in working for you because I need money, lots of it, and you pay well." Riley admitted. "Honesty is the best policy." Sir Otis poured himself another glass of wine." My thanks, Riley. I hope this encounter has taught you not to lie." "It has, I'm sorry Sir." The panther lit a cigar and smoked it, leaving his wine for the moment.
"Good. Now then, if you're going to be honest with me, would you or would you not like to work as a prostitute for me?" "Goma... Your son, I mean. He informed me that in order to become a dancer, I'll also have to be a prostitute. Is that this the case with this deal?" "Yes. All of my prostitutes double as dancers, be it belly dancers, pole dancers or lap dancers. As you could imagine, I do need to test boy's skills in dance when I hire them." Riley caught the man's intentions. "You'd like me to give you a lap dance? Or belly dance for you?" "Both within time. I'll have the three tantalizing styles taught to you and more, but if your ass isn't round enough, your belly slim enough or your body sexy enough, you won't be hired." "So...You want to... inspect me?" Riley raised his eyebrow, this was turning out to be a rather strange job interview." "Yes. You will strip, allow me to feel you, then you will service me orally and finally, you will ride me until orgasm. Begin now."
Before leaving with his boss, Riley had changed back into civilian clothes that he had left in his locker: a pair of black jeans and a light blue t-shirt which matched his eyes. With a grumble of annoyance, Riley stripped himself of his clothes too quickly for Sir. Otis' liking.
"Do it again. Slower this time and make it sexy. I don't have much patience, so don't fuck up again." The black panther stretched his legs and yawned, clearly bored. Riley got back in his cloths and this time put some effort into striping. Rolling up the hem of his shirt, he revealed his skinny belly that was slashed with black stripes. Leaving his shirt just above his nipples, Riley stroked his belly with a purr. Making sure to trace all of his stripes, Riley flicked one of his nipples and then pushed his shirt off off accompanied by a roll of his belly.
"That's enough. Your body is... attractive. If not for my wife, I'd be marrying you." Riley shivered, that was probably the creepiest thing he'd even been complimented with. "Keep your shirt off though and come finish your wine." Riley climbed back on to the seat. He tried to hide his shivering, so that Sir Otis didn't have an excuse to cuddle up to him as if they were on a casual date.
The panther inquired: "Riley? Do you know how I name my prostitutes?" "You name them after gemstones. There's ruby, sapphire, emerald and more." Riley listed. "Correct, but only the twinky ones. Do you know why?" "Something to do with implying that your prostitutes are... beautiful, I guess." Riley shrugged, he wasn't exactly interested. "Well they are all dazzling, but delicate, precious and rare boys so the theme would be logical. But no, that's not the reason." "What is the reason then? Is it to do with personality?" "Only when I want to be humorous. That's why I saved the name 'Garnet' for a hotheaded feline." "Do you have a fetish for cats?" Riley interrupted Sir Otis' chuckle. "I'm sorry if I'm being rude." "No you're not being rude." The black panther snuffed his cigarette out and tossed it out onto the street. "I take pleasure in... employing, so many felines of all species, shapes and sizes because, to put it simply, we are the most rousing, elegant family of them all." "True."
"And you are perhaps the most... sexually tormenting furson I've employed this far." Sir Otis winked. "I'd love to get to know you better." Riley froze up when he heard his boss' lewd growl. "A-are you asking to have sex with me?" "Yes. I am. But if you don't want, I'll understand." His mood changed on a dime, his forepaw shooting forwards to grab at Riley's leg. "Then again, I will just fire you on the spot and throw you out of my limousine. There are plenty of other whores on the street who'll do your job for less. There's one right there..." His boss pointed to somefur with a hood who stood over a homeless wolf. "Oh wait, that's a mugger" He added with a chuckle as the hooded fur grabbed the poor wolf's earnings for the day and darted away. "N-no! Don't throw me out, I'll do it."
"Then what are you waiting for?" His boss sat back in the limousine, lounging with his arms draped up onto the comfortable seat as he had done before. "Suck it good, kitty."
Riley crawled over from the over side of the limousine. He tried not to sub as he fumbled with his boss' suit trousers. When they were down, his cock sprung free from the opening in his boxers for Riley to see. The white tiger grimaced at the repugnant scent as he wrapped his mouth around the thick, musky rod ; he forced himself to envelop all of it in one go. Halfway down the panther's shaft, Riley gagged and spluttered over it. "If I feel your teeth, I'll throw you out in the blink of an eye." His boss warned. "Now keep going, swallow me."
Fortunately for Riley, being on all fours made it easier to take the panther further. With difficulty, Riley managed to trap all of the panther's cock with in his mouth. Kissing his boss' sheath, Riley purred sexily and snaked his tongue down into the depths of his sheath. "Mhh..." His boss grunted above him and pushed Riley's head down further with a forepaw. Riley gagged further at the sudden push and tried to escape, wriggling under the panther's iron grip. With a grumble of disapproval, Riley's boss released him and watched as the tiger drew deep breaths.
"Back to it, slut." The panther waggled his dick at Riley who, frustrated and feeling violated, tried to appease both himself and Sir Otis by just licking the shaft. His tongue traced the already slick cock meatus to base, side to side and back again. Riley cleaned the man's cock of the all-male scent which previously stained his phallic chalice only for it to be deposited onto his own tongue. Regardless, Riley didn't dare to stop.
"Use those forepaws, make me come before we get there." Sir Otis grunted, with this he released Riley's long hair. One of Riley's forepaws began fondling the panther's hefty ball sack, the thumb working into the black fur and pressing down on his nuts. His four fingers cupped the panther's testes and rubbed the beginning of his taint to tease the panther. With his other forepaw, Riley rubbed the underbelly of the feline's sheath and mewed softly to it.
"Your cock 's so big!" Riley exaggerated, eyeing the one eyed snake and letting his tongue loll out of his mouth slightly. Squeezing the panther's cock between two fingers, Riley gave it a long lick up the underside until he reached those sensitive barbs. His tongue flicked each and every one of them, depositing shiny saliva onto the barbs. Riley's tongue tickled, but not as much as the whole of his boss' cock which was beginning to pulse periodically.
Riley made a fist around the shaft, pumping up and down and bobbing his head to the rhythm despite not having the cock in his mouth. "I can't wait to swallow you!" Riley commented, the words came naturally into his head. They stoked the panther into wanting to take Riley's maw and fuck it into oblivion as if it were his tight, but experienced tailhole. "Mhhh!" Riley let his tongue dart out to lick beads of pre cum as they rolled down the panther's shaft, gradually increasing in frequency as the seconds passed. When there were only five seconds intervals between each tear drop of pre, Riley made his next advancement.
The forepaw which had been caressing the panther's balls changed position to stroke his inner thigh, the other taking a firm grip around the base of his shaft. Without words, Riley opened his mouth wide so that the panther he was sucking off could see the back of his throat before dropping down to take all of meat inside his mouth in one fell swoop. Immediately as he felt his lips kiss his fist, Riley was back up and then back down again. Jerking out of his seat and grabbing Riley by the hair again, his boss roared: "FUCK!" A leonine snarl escaped his lips as he forced the bitch to stay sucking the lower ends of his cock.
Each time Riley bobbed back down, he twisted the angle of his head so that his tongue stroked different parts of his boss's cock. His eyes were shut tight and his the forepaw on his boss' thigh turned to a fist. What seemed like an age later to Riley, the cock in his mouth spasmed and cum spewed from the meatus like a geyser. Riley swallowed all of it, still bobbing his head back and forth like the good boy his boss wanted him to be. The orgasm had finished, but Riley didn't stop sucking until the boss pushed his head away with such force the white tiger fell back.
Riley landed with the grace of a house cat, his forepaw falling back before he did to support him and make a bridge. His taste buds poisoned by the old man's cum, Riley wiped the back of his mouth with his forepaw and tried to rid his eyes of the menacing look they'd just acquired. Riley promised himself that he'd swill his mouth out with a whole bottle of mouthwash when he got him. But for now, Riley decided that he would do exactly as his boss instructed. Exhausted, panting and humiliated, Riley looked up to his boss in the physical way. The panther fondled his cock ,which was rapidly going flaccid, as if he were unsatisfied and wanting more. If the man asked for another blowjob, Riley would refuse and take his chances with the streets.
"We're here, in case you didn't realize. So get out of there and make me some money." "Do I not get a pet name?" Riley joked as he stood up and stretched his cramped legs. "Diamond. I want you to be my diamond." His boss purred.
Riley giggled as he clambered out of the limousine, he found this funny as 'Diamond' was his last name.
Riley had heard plenty about Play Until Dawn, how all (although this was no longer true) of the prostitutes avoided arrest by taking their clients into a hotel rather than in the back of the club. This didn't really matter as their boss could easily extort the police force into turning a blind eye, but it did make things easier for everyfur by saving them from the endless court cases and harassment from the press. All over the world, newspapers abstained from reporting on sexual happenings and kept that sort of stuff to page three; in Tort, page three took up the whole newspaper.
One of the most highly debated topics in Tort's newspapers was the club Riley was entering: 'Play Until Dawn' and it's prostitutes godly stamina. Legend says they work from six in the afternoon to six in the morning with only small breaks. They lasted for shocking periods of time in bed and when they came, they came. But, no matter how good their orgasm was, they'd jump out of bed and would be onto the next client before you knew it. Apparently, there were only four prostitutes! But Riley assumed there were only three now.
As Riley entered the dressing room, he was startled to see four other felines striped down to the fur, sheaths out on display without shame. They're fur was soaked with water, they must have only just finished showering. What made the sight strange was that three were gathered around a whimpering lynx, who was bent over a bench. A tiger stood at the lynx's front, gently caressing his soft face furs and dabbing his tears. "Shh... It'll be fine. That guy got thrown out." This tiger had a large blue-ish stripe in the place of one of his black ones, whether it was dyed or natural Riley couldn't guess. A second tiger busied himself with squeezing the lynx's forepaws periodically, helping to distract him from the pain that plagued him. "It really fucking stin-gs-gs!" The lynx hissed through gritted teeth, whether this was from his injury or the needle being driven through his flesh was unclear. "I know, but this'll stop it from getting infected." A stone faced, black and white Manx, who wielded a needle with a surgical thread, reminded the lynx.
The Manx continued, "We can take you to the hospital in the morning, you know what will happen if we leave early." The Manx continued. His tone told Riley that 'what will happen' wasn't a cake with a not-so-frugal amount of pink, edible glitter sprinkled on the yummy icing. "Unless it's on business!" The tiger with the odd-colored stripe figuratively cried eureka. "Jack!" He grinned and, almost bouncing to hit the ceiling, turned to the lynx. "Why don't you pretend that your taking a client out to the hotel, then go to the hospital! The boss will think that you're on a job so he won't suspect a thing if he can't find you in the club." "And what about the ledger? We can't fake the numbers. If he realizes I don't have the money that I should have, I'm dead." Jack, the lynx, responded as he flipped his head back to knock his soot black hair out of his eyes. "I can't believe that fucker had a knife!" The Manx hissed, not contributing to the tiger and lynx's conversation. "Also, what about the hotel ledger? If that doesn't say you were there the boss will catch on." The tiger without the blue stripe commented. "And who the fuck tries to cut an ass check up just because they can't pay for it?!" The Manx continued on his own little rant. "True." The azure stripped tiger sighed, defeated.
Riley, having stayed silent for too long, pipped up: "You could always give some of your own money, go to the hotel and pretend that you have somefur coming then slip out of the fire exit."
Four terrified heads snapped to Riley.
"Shit." The normal-furred tiger hissed under his breath. "Look, pal. Just go back into the club and drink until you forget about this." The Manx commanded, looking up with a stern glare. "No- wait, I'm supposed to be working here. We were told that one of you got arrested, so the boss transferred me here to fill the gap." Riley explained. "Well, as you can see we're all here and healthy so go!" The tiger who had spoken before, hissed baring his teeth. "Lex, don't be a fucking moron. If the boss says he's he- NO!" The Manx shot around, narrowly avoiding stabbing the lynx with the tip of the needle.
"Is the boss here?!" The Manx questioned with urgency, as if the life of somefur dear to him was counting on the facts Riley knew. "Yes, he's just outside I think...." "FUCKING SHIT!" The lynx howled, not in pain, but in anger. "That fucking piece of shit, what do we do now?" The three turned to the Manx, Riley guessed that he was the frontman of this band. The Manx quickly devised a strategy: "Jack, since I'm done stitching, go and use the showers to clean around the wound again. Say that somefur pissed on you if the boss asks." The Manx instructed, he grabbed a towel and wiped the red stains from his white furred paws. "The rest of us need to get back to work, earn enough money in tips to cover up for Jack's client who couldn't pay.
As the lynx scurried off into the showers, knowing (but not wanting) that he needed to get back to work. The tigers turned to their lockers, both of which were adorned by large gemstone chunks. One was a dark blue like the tiger's stripe, the other like a watermelon. The odd-furred tiger owned the locker with the dark blue chunk sticking out of it, the normal tiger owned the other. Out of their steel boxes, they brought briefs, stockings that left their toes free, gloves without fingers and crop tops all made of black latex. The top covered the tiger's dark blue, purplish- stripe, now they were identical Riley wanted to question why they'd both chosen a kink, matching outfit, but before he could the Manx was speaking to him.
"Thanks for telling us that." He too was pulling on the same latex lingerie. "We owe you, but I hate letting people have favors, so I'm going to repay it now." The Manx cleared his throat with a deep cough as if he were about to deliver a long speech on something pivotal to the club's survival.
"Are we forgetting about introductions?" One of the tigers chirped (Riley had no idea if it was blue stripe or boring fur now that they were dressed.) "I think that we are." "Whatever." The serious-by-nature Manx rolled his eyes, clearly thinking that names were unnecessary. "I'm Riley Diamond." Riley introduced himself a brief pause, he suspected that they weren't going to introduce themselves first out of suspicion. "And I'm guessing that your code name is Diamond as well, isn't it?" The Manx raised an eyebrow. "Yes. It is. Does it mean anything?" "It means you get to wear a fucking diamond eventually, but other than that no." A tiger said, his tone ebullient at first, but emotionless afterwards for effect.
"And your names are?" Riley questioned. "Rex and Lex Talbot." The other tiger introduced the both of them. "We're twins, so don't try telling us apart when you can't see my stripe." Now that it was mentioned, there was literally no difference between the two, but Riley thought that there must have been someway to tell them apart other than a colored stripe.
"Hurry up and get your collars on!" The Manx ushered. "Don't wait around for so long." In synch, the tiger's abandoned the conversation to retrieve said apparel. The tiger who had given their names, produced a dark blue collar similar in color to the gem on his locker. "I'm Rex, code name: Tanzanite." He bowed, one arm folded over his mid-riff, the other pushed backward like a diving bird's wing. "I'm the nice one and, as if I wasn't special enough already, a bio!" "But also the youngest." His twin grumbled, not approving of Rex going around flaunting his defect. "My name is Lex. Since my gem is a tourmaline, my nickname is tourmaline."
"Your gems are really pretty." Riley commented like a cub observing a bio furs extravagant, phosphorescent colors. "And expensive, Tanzanite is rare as fuck and my Tourmaline gem is perfect. Touch them and I'll bite your forepaw off." Lex warned. "I forgot to warn you that my brother is foul mouthed." Rex giggled. "Or maybe he's furious that his gem isn't as precious as mine."
"Enough bragging about colored stones." The Manx quipped. "We need to get back to work." He huffed Tying back his long hair into a pony tail, the Manx coldly greeted: "I'm Aquamarine." He clipped his collar into place and swallowed what looked like a pill, Riley took no notice, assuming it was medicine. Aquamarine left the room without another word, but made sure to shove into Riley as he left. Hopefully that pill had been for his attitude.
Frowning out of annoyance, due to the short introductions, Riley jested: "What's wrong with him. "Victor's always been a grumpy butt." The more childish of the tiger's, Rex, giggled and down an exact copy of the pill that Victor had taken. "We don't know what his deal is, he's the same with me." "I bet he's racist. I bet he's so grumpy because you're a bio. N-not that there's anything wrong with that." Riley coughed into the crook of his arm. "You can't be offensive to me! You're a bio too." Rex laughed, gesturing to Riley's light blue head furs. "Me?" Riley raised an eyebrow in complete confusion. Then he caught onto what the tiger was pointing to. "oh! My head furs! No. no, I dye them." "Aww..." Rex sighed. "I was looking forwards to see if your dick glows too." "Your dick glows?!" Riley gasped in shock. "Just like a rave stick. It's bright purple, want to see it?" "We can whip our dicks out for the new guy later." Lex scowled, not exactly approving of Riley getting it off with his brother. "Look, Victor isn't a racist. He's just... tense." "That's fair." Riley shrugged.
"Right..." Lex swallowed his own pill. "We're ready, let's go find our next booked client. I bet it's the bastard who likes watching us make out." The tigers often had clients requesting to see twincest, the more intimate the better. Lex and Rex weren't too big on actually having any kind of sex, but kissing, holdings paws and rubbing their bodies together weren't too much of a problem; assuming that they were wearing clothes. Rex looked from the white tiger to his brother, clearing trying to debate what he should choose. Riley wouldn't have been mad at all if Rex had chosen to go with his brother, Riley wouldn't have wanted to leave a relative with a pervert like the fur they described either. The difference between Rex and Riley was that the bio-tiger knew that his brother would be able to handle himself. He answered: "No, sorry, but I need to help with getting into the correct clothes."
"Fine, I'll cover for you." Lex gave his brother a friendly kiss on the forehead before leaving the room, heading in the same direction as Aquamarine.
"Now then... What are your measurements?" "I'm 5'5 tall, if that helps." "Perfect. I think we have a gimp suit in that size." "Pardon!" Riley balked as Rex dived behind the rows of lockers and into a cupboard. He emerged with a key, a folded rubber gimp suit and a collar on top.
"D-does that have a diamond in it?" Riley's eyes lit up as he saw the sparkle. "Yes, it's yours I suppose. You're lucky that we have this in storage, I think it belonged to the last Diamond." "Oh... Good to know that I'm getting hand-me-downs." Riley joked then something caught his eye. "Why do you have two collars?" "Pardon?" "There's a collar, under the gimp suit." Riley pointed, surely enough when Tanzanite lifted the suit up a collar fell to the floor. It was adorned with an oval shaped, colorless gem. "Oh... This was Crystal Quartz's..." Rex picked it from the floor after placing everything else down. "This shouldn't be in storage." "What was he like?" Rex suddenly seemed far off as he looked at the ceiling, fiddling with the collar in his forepaws. "He was a white tiger. More dominant than submissive unlike the rest of us and he hated being whored out to different men, so (when his first pay check came in), he disappeared without a single trace." Rex came back to the real word, looking some what depressed. "But that doesn't matter, does it?" Rex placed the collar into his locker for safe keeping.
"Tanzanite, are you still in here?" The lynx asked as he came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his naked form. Riley had been introduced to all four of them naked, but seeing the feline with soaked fur made Riley blush. "Yes." Rex responded. "Riley, this is catseye or Jack Call. Jack, this is Riley Diamond. Guess what his code name is." "It's good to have a Diamond back, you'll be popular here." Jack smiled as he began drying his hair. "You're already popular with me." The lynx flirted making Riley's sheath begin to bulge. "B-but you hardly know me!" Riley tried to protest. "I give blowjobs and fuck guys I don't even know the name of for a living, baby I'm practically married to you compared to all the others." Jack, with a glint in his eyes, stalked over to Riley and pushed a finger against his chest. "Now are you going to strip down, or am I going to have to do it for you?" "Y-you're very dominant." Riley squeaked as the lynx, who was actually smaller than him, pushed him down onto a bench. "Be careful, Jack. He hasn't had his pill yet, he'll come if you do what you do to the rest of us."
"Pill? Is that what everyfur's been taking?" Riley questioned. "Is that how you guys last so long?" "Yes, it's not like going for 12 hours in bed without a break is natural. The pills give us more energy and stop us from coming too early." Jack explained. "Also makes us pretty horny, so you'd better watch your ass when all of our shifts end." Jack licked his lips. "I haven't fucked a white tiger since Crystal Quartz left."
"Jack!" Rex frowned. "I-i found his collar by the way. It was in storage." "That's great." Jack grinned and spoke with ebullience, but there was an undertone of melancholy. "That's great." "I'm sorry, but you said that every time somefur leaves they get replaced don't they? So why hasn't Crystal Quartz been replaced?" Riley raised an eyebrow. "There's not a lot of Crystal Quartz coming from the boss' mines, so he can't afford to have a new collar made. Or something like that." Jack tried to explain, Rex whimpered at the mention of mines, but said nothing more.
"Riley... Just get your gimp suit on and your collar. Then take your pill and go find either Aquamarine or Tourmaline." Rex's usual glee had left, Jack comforted him by putting an arm around his shoulder and pecking the side of his face with kisses. Sensing that he wasn't wanted, Riley got changed into the stuffy, rubber suit and clipped his collar around his neck. Opening the zip above his mouth, he popped the energy pill and closed up his mouth hole again. He left without looking back.
"We shouldn't talk about him, you know that." Catseye grumbled with a sigh, slipping on his rubber. "I swear that you're supposed to cut yourself off from a loved one when they hurt you." "He didn't hurt me." Tanzanite snapped as he dumped himself on a bench, forepaws stuffed between his legs. "He didn't hurt you did he?" "Not directly... I'm only mad because he got me into this mess, then bailed on me."
"Does it bother you?" Rex cut in, curious and desperate to speak more about Crystal Quartz. "Which part? There's a lot that bothers me." Catseye replied as downed a pill and combed out his fur briefly. "Being infertile." "Well..." Jack somehow managed a chuckle. "No, it doesn't; I wasn't planning on having cubs ever." "I suppose, but doesn't every guy want to be fertile?" "Doesn't every furson want to be? Look, I'm just glad that they only cut my duct and not my balls." Rex chuckled with Jack for a moment, then all fell sillent.
This silence was broken by a sniffling coming from Rex. "Rex... Don't cry." Jack mumbled, not in the mood to deal with tears. "It's almost time for another run though..." Rex sobbed. "I-I don't want to do this anymore..." "None of us do." Jack sat next to Rex and ran a gloved paw over his belly, running his fingers over an old, but still bothersome scar which was hidden under Rex's perfect fur. "But- But I have to do more than the rest of you... I mean I'm not saying that your struggles are irrelevant, but... I have to carry more now. Won't I? I mean.." Rex's tears started flowing. "I'll ask them to make me carry some more too and... I'm sure that your brother would do some as well." Jack tried to comfort his friend, dabbing at his eyes. "It'll be alright." "No. I can't make my brother carry more than he has to. He's already full-" Fucking up with his words entirely, Rex broke down into a mess of tears and wails.
"Okay-okay, we'll figure something out soon won't we?" "Yes." Rex replied through tears." "That and I already have a plan!" Without invitation, Jack delineated it all to Rex who slowly crawled out of his shell.
At the end of Jack's speech, he giggled: "You, me and Lex in the badlands? We'd die in like, a minute!" "Well at least your honest with yourself!" "But... thank you for the idea, it gives me hope." "We can perfect my plan later, for now we should go and do our job. We can hardly flee without money, can we?"No, we can't." Rex admitted, he came to a stand with Jack's help.
"I bet that my brother's fretting about where I am." Tanzanite quickly ran his forepaws through his hair to correct it.
"Knowing him, he probably is. Come on then!" Picking up Tanzanite from the ground and holding him like a mother would hold a baby, in the exact same way Lex often held Rex, Catseye carried Tanzanite from the changing room and towards the thumping house music.
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