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Part I: Clara and MilAnon

>The day has come for your long planned summer BBQ

>You've invited a few people over to your house and everything was ready

>Beers, various hard liquors, burgers and steaks, and even oysters to boot to throw on the grill

>A small assortment of soda as well for the kids who didn't want big boy drinks

>You were expecting Mous and his wife Jasmine at any moment

>Emi might show up a bit late and you weren't too sure about the 'Mechanic' and his lovely wife Lilith

>Clara, your amazing snow leopard wife, was sitting on the couch playing video games while you sat with your cub Lucatiel, relentlessly tickling her little paws and making faces at her

>Eventually you hear a slight knock at the door

>"It's open!" you call out

>Emi, a tigress of normal stature has her head through the door and upon seeing you, smiles and steps inside

>"Hey Anon! Hi Clara! Am I the first one here?" she asks looking around the room

>You nod as Lucatiel cooes

>She finally spots the ball of fur in your lap, and you're almost terrified for her safety as the much larger one is immediately by your side

>"Aww can I hold her for a bit? I love this little cub!" she's a little too excited about it

>Still, you smile and carry Lucatiel over to her, and the moment she's in her arms a wide motherly grin comes forth

>Your girl could be used as a hospital grade sedative from the way Emi was careful holding her

>These big cats and their motherly instincts helped quite a lot, too

>Sitting back down on the couch you looped an arm around Clara who is staring at a menu in Destiny 2

>"I want to make one of these Hunter capes for Halloween, babe," she said admiring her character

>"Can't wait to see it," you say through a laugh as she's now fighting off giant 4 armed aliens who rudely interrupted her

>She's still active as ever when playing games, bouncing around joyfully while she got her revenge

>It wasn't long before the(and you never really did ask for his name) Mechanic and Lilith arrived

>The man wore casual with the short raccoon matching, and both of them holding a tray of sorts

>They gave a couple of "Hey!"s when they joined in the party

>You had to save Clara from a gigantic spherical robot that she happened to forget as she ran towards Lilith

>The sound of wrenching metal and the sight of sic dance moves drowned out their talk about woman stuff

>The Mechanic is leaning over the couch with a tray in hand

>"Beers are in the fridge," is all you say to him

>"Cool, I brought ribs," he replied in his gruff voice

>"You invite Chickenman?"

>"Yessir, both Mous and Jasmine," you gave with a nod

>"Cool, owe him a bottle of whiskey and I brought it just in case"

>You laugh and keep playing while he heads to the kitchen

>Beer in hand and opened with that tray still in his hand, he's over by your sliding glass door

>"Mind if I start cooking the ribs? Lilith likes them a certain way"

>"You do you man"

>He's out the door lighting the grill with the trio of women all fawning over Lucatiel

>She seemed to be loving it from the giggling she made

>The sound of a car with terrible gas mileage but a lot of give told you the Chickenman and crew were finally here

>"Hey guys," you call out to them while you stood from the couch

>Another man and his generously sized tiger wife were stepping through the door

>You paused mid stride at the third coming in

>...Though this being your party and feeling incredibly resilient to Italian disasters, you still made the effort to shake his hand

>"Hey man, beers in the fridge, the Mechanic is out back starting some ribs, and he brought you a whiskey or something"

>"Nice. By the way this is Bingle," he gestured to the Anthro standing behind him, "his mom asked me to bring him along," he finished with a potentially strained grin on his face

>You took a look behind him

>Bingle was attempting to straighten his hair while texting on an expensive new phone model

>Noticing you, he gave a wave with a paw that held it, and on the screen was that exact same pose with multiple filters layered on it

>Oh, he's going to be a fun one then

>Still, you haven't actually talked to the guy yet

>When everyone else had settled on in, the third wheel stepped in after

>You weren't really sure if he was a fox or a wolf, and his all jet black fur and unusually brilliant blue eyes further confused your limited knowledge of canines

>When he made his way to the kitchen your attention went back to Mous

>You assumed Jasmine joined in on Lucatiel's mobbing from the sounds of more giggling behind you

>"I see you still have that rust bucket El Camino, you should get a Pontiac"

>"Nothing beats it man - besides, if I wanted a Firebird ripoff I'd get a Camero"

>So far so good; this was going to be a good night

>The night had settled, and after everyone had a few drinks the lot of you were currently lazing about and played Cards Against Humanity

>People were starting to get a little tired into the game, and even more so when Lucatiel finally managed to conk out

>The sleeping arrangements were already planned and ready, thankfully

>You had Mous and Jasmine set up in the Guest room

>The Mechanic and Lilith got the just as comfortable spare bed in your game room

>Emi not so surprisingly suggested your's and Clara's room

>And Bingle got the couch

>At least attempt to have anyways, you weren't too sure if your cat would like to give up her bed to a stranger

>Not that you would mind if he couldn't, as Mr. Peppercorn Starshake here was sitting there spewing verbal diarrhea to you in an ill advised attempt at impressing you

>"That's what they call me! Seriously! But even then, I get to bed all those Anthros you've ever beaten off to"

>You can see the Mechanic slowly getting pissed as Bingle kept talking and wouldn't pick a goddamn card

>You know he's always been a bit quick to anger, but talk of his casual adventures through STI land were starting to grate on you too

>He was the one who had the most drinks in the group, with you being a respectable third

>You weren't entirely sure who got second but frankly that wasn't important right now; not when his current boasting of personal greatness always lead to an eye or two staying a little bit longer on Clara and Emi

>A bit of relief to the sewage came from you hearing Lucatiel cry in the other room

>Clara began to make a move to get up, but you waved her down and stood up instead

>You needed to get away from that fox (which Mous had corrected you on,) and calm down

>Lucatiel calmed down a bit when she saw you, and cradled in your slowly rocking arms your cooing got her even more so

>You thought you accomplished all those things, anyways as her crying little eyes clenched down even more

>She must of been hungry

>Still cradling and rocking her in your arms, you carried her back to the living room

>You got Clara's attention when she heard her

>"She must be hungry and wants her mama," you confirmed

>Soon the gentle rocking of your arms was replaced by the thicker, furrier ones of Clara

>She moved from her seat and sat on the couch

>"None of you mind if I breastfeed her here, right?"

>A choir of no's, in various levels of drunkenness, answered back

>You were already on your way to grab a blanket to cover them just for the sake of decency

>When you came back however Bingle had moved next to Clara

>A little close, much to your displeasure

>"Lactating huh? I've done a few shoots with ladies who did - some of the milk was bitter, but I bet yours is reaaalllly sweet"

>youfuckinserious

>You cleared your throat

>"Watch it little fox," you growled out

>"Hey I'm allowed to talk to this fine lady about her breast milk!" he protested back looking at you

>Now, you can respect the effects of alcohol

>It didn't save him from your perfected military scowl, sharpened from years of service that could wilt even the highest generals before it

>You had it set to eleven as you stared the little fox down

>Like the glass flower he is, he shattered under it

>He still had the ability to slink back off to the seats with the silence of everyone else crushing him even more

>You gave Clara the blanket and gave her a quick kiss

>She clutched it a little tighter around her self when you left

>You all sit back down and continued playing the card game while Clara fed your cub

>It was going well until Lucatiel fussed a bit sending the blanket tumbling down

>For a moment Clara's exposed breast could be seen before she was able to grab the blanket and cover herself again

>This, apparently, meant Bingle had to talk again

>"i woundt mind tryng some of yur milk if you dont mind," he couldn't hold his liquor either

>He took another shot from whatever source he had beside him

>"now i would of course," he hiccuped

>Don't you fucking say what you think he's going to say

>"now i- "

>You really wanna pull this bonny boy?

>"i would of course prefer it from the source"

>Yeah, OK.

>Your hands slammed down on the table as you and the Mechanic stood up

>Lilith had his arms in hers, but no one dared to stop yours

>"Time for you to go little fox"

>You had him by his collar and lift him with ease

>"ha! what're you gonna do beat me up? Chick has my back!"

>You looked at Mous

>You knew you could probably take him in a fight, but neither of you would come out unscathed and you didn't want to burn that bridge

>He looked back at you, and then towards Bingle

>He picked up a shot of whiskey that the Mechanic had given him, and with pinkey outstretched as he continued to stare

>*Siiiiip*

>The smug grin from Bingle's face disappeared real quick like

>"Now Anon I was just kidding about the-"

>So that's what they sound like

>You thought this and more while the kit limply lied there and bleeding on your floor

>All it took was a single punch apparently

>And, oh, you don't remember muzzles looking like that - especially when the lions felt it too

>You grace his fur with the dirt on your lawn, and the side of his face was spectacularly caked when he looked back at you

>He coughs out a fang or two and raised a paw

>"Call a cab," you say, and you shut the door

PartII: Mechanic and Lilith

>Chickenman owed you big for this favor

>You made sure he knew it the second he asked you

>He wanted you to help fix that wretched fox's car

>Not Granny Cass, oh no, she was positively delightful

>No, It was for her shiteating son Bingle

>You couldn't stand him personally

>Men( Anthro or otherwise ) that constantly talk themselves up annoyed you to no end

>The only reason why you were doing this is that a favor in return was no small thing to sneeze at

>The Chickenman had done pretty well for himself, and you were willing to bite the pavement just this once for a little something good in return

>It's why you're on your creeper underneath his POS Lotus Esprit x180

>'A rigid car for a rigid star, if you know what I mean,' he told you

>Damn thing looked like yellow depressed spatula

>"He needs a new Alternator belt, new spark plugs..." you grumbled to himself

>It was obvious that he drove it into the ground

>You didn't even feel like telling him the engine he's killing wasn't even stock

>You doubt he'd even know what you meant

>Its oil was black as tar, the transmission fluid a solid brown instead of bright red, and no coolant was left in the radiator

>You were honestly surprised it even made it here

>With this kind of model, how in the hell did he manage to keep it on

>...

>"Yeah the whole thing keeps overheating and I dunno why," you heard him call out to you

>He was in your garage

>Again

>"GET OUT OF THE GARAGE AND SIT IN THE OFFICE" you yelled at the scampering black furred legs

>He kept wandering out of your office's comfortable seats to play around with your tools

>As much as you wished he would accidentally set himself on fire with your welder, you didn't want to need a new one

>As you continued to work you heard a familiar car pull in

>Lilith must be home from class

>You rolled your creeper out from under the car and stood up

>Lilith, mindful of your stains, gave you as best a hug as she could while you stole a quick kiss from her

>"Hey Lil how was class?"

>"It was ok. A little dull, but I passed my test though!"

>"Good job babe!"

>A high five and a smile later and you excused your self back under the car

>Your smile drooped with the knowledge of who owned this corpse

>'The sooner I get this done, the faster I can get rid of him,' was your personal mantra mid oil change

>"Hey Anon, who's car is that? Aren't you usually closed today?" asked a standing Lilith somewhere to your right

>You pointed to the office window from under the car

>You saw her feet raise up on her toes for a few seconds before slowly coming back down

>"Oh... him," was all she said

>A perfectly understandable response

>The sound of a door opening and closing led to another, black furred pair of legs

>God dammit

>"Well hello there sweet thing~ What are you doing in a dirty place like this?" came a sickening voice

>Your garage is not dirty

>Still you ignored the fox to the best of your ability

>You knew Lilith could handle herself

>Lilith's legs moved back

>"Uhm, I live here with my Husband you know that!" came her loud reply

>"Also, get out of the garage!"

>His footpaws started to creep forward toward Lilith

>"Well of course!" he began, standing infront of her, "but this is no place for a refined lady like yourself..."

>You don't know what he was doing up there, but a tentative Lilith's leg stepping back told you enough

>"Why don't we take your car and get dinner? Let hubby here fix my car"

>"Bingle I swear to god if you touch me I'll hit you with a goddamn wrench," her legs stood firm

>You grabbed your own wrench

>Just to be sure

>His footpaws were right next to Lilith's now

>"Hey hey I was just trying to-"

WONK

>The sound of metal hitting bone echoed through your garage

>You saw Bingle's footpaws take a few unsteady steps back, and soon enough the rest of him fell onto the cement floor with a soft thud

>You slide out from under the car to the sight of Lilith holding a monkey wrench in her paws

>"I warned him!"

>You chuckle

>"You did"

>You propped his unconscious body onto a stained oily chair, making extra sure you supported his weight with your own just as wet clothes

>You made your way back to a slightly more relaxed Lilith, a pat on her head with an ungloved hand finally gets her to head into the house

>Sliding back under the car you can still see him sitting there

>At least now you can work in peace

PartIII : The Survivor and Zahrah

>You are a survivor

>And possibly, the only human left

>Years ago you stumbled upon some unintended company in the form of a short, bitey Wolverine named Zahrah

>The biting part coming from when you had to untangle her from your trap

>Soon after life had gotten great for you and your then new loving mate

>You are a survivor only in name with how the two of you thrive in your forest home

>It was today however, that put a threat to your peaceful lifestyle

>You are in desperate need of supplies today, and ones that you couldn't normally find

>Your cabin had power, running water, and a nice water heater to boot

>But Zahrah wanted some cheeses

>Even though you learned plenty during your time in the wastelands you never learned to make cheese

>Not from a lack of trying though, it's just that it would be extremely uncomfortable to start learning

>So you're currently doing the next best thing: riding out to the nearest colony with Zahrah giddily bouncing on your lap on your mad quest to find a newer, friendlier, talking source

>Bonus points if they had power to store the cheeses

>Your usual place just so happens to check all the boxes, and soon you pulled into town

>The two of you get a lot of "Hi Anon, hi Zahrah" greetings since you both worked as constant and reliable traders

>It also helped that you stuck out like a sore thumb in a world full of talking animal people

>You ride through the colony for a little while before parking in front of a small shop

>A sign above the door had the words "MILK and CHEESE" highlighted by mismatched glowing letters

>Shutting off the ATV you and Zahrah head in

>A small bell dings somewhere in the back and a large Anthro cow appears from a door behind the counter

>"How can - oh, hi Anon, hi Zahrah! Here for the usual?"

>You smile at her and gesture to Zahrah

>"Her choice, I'll eat anything cheese related"

>Zahrah stood at the counter and bounced on her paws trying to look over it

>After a couple failed attempts and a small twist with a pout, she threw her arms into the air

>"Anon lift me! I can't see what Molly has!"

>You obliged, and reached down and set her on your shoulders

>"Oooh she has the cheddar! And Gouda! Anon I want them all!"

>With her thighs around your head, you're loving her extra bouncy behavior today

>"Get a little of each then babe," you gave with a little smirk

>You can almost hear Molly's wistfulness as you bicker with your love

>Thankfully she is also a very patient woman when it comes to Zahrah constantly switching between choices

>In the end Zahrah picked 3 pounds of cheddar and 2 pounds of provolone

>"You sure that's all you want?" you say as you pay the cow

>"MHM!" she ignores your sarcasm with arms full of cheese

>She's still happily chatting away with Molly when you took the cheese from her to store it in a cooler

>When she walks out you hear a whistle

>"Whew! Check out that portable blowjob machine!"

>You look up from your quad to see a pitch black fox in mismatching black scrap metal studded leathers

>He's strolling towards you and Zahrah with his bright blue eyes hungrily looking at her

>Anyone could of mistaken him for a wolf from his size, but you had been around Anthros long enough to tell the difference

>Zahrah is frowning at him, and you're just confused

>"Excuse me?" you both say

>She had learned a bit of patience since you both became life-mates, but even that had limits

>The fox just kept walking forwards to her, ignoring you completely

>When he's finally close, he drapes an arm over your shoulder with his eyes locked on Zahrah

>"You're just the right height for us to have a LOT of fun"

>She frowns harder while looking over her glasses at him

>A flash of light sparking across her lenses got his arm to tense up

>"You realize I'm here with my mate, right?"

>"Eh?"

>You can't honestly tell if he's blind or just dumb as shit from his now genuine look of surprise when he turned to look at you

>He got off of you real quick and brushed off the 'dirt' when he recovered

>"Another anthro with a human huh?" he says under his breath

>More humans?!

>"Your mate can come too, but he has to watch," the fox said in earnest

>"Did you seriously not hea-" he wasn't paying attention to you anymore

>He clapped his paws together and leaned down over Zahrah

>"Can I ask you a question?" he started to pull out a wallet, "do you have to kneel to give him a blowjob, or can you stand normally"

>Zahrah's fur is puffed in anger

>"Can I axe you a question too?" she started to walk next to the ATV

>"You mean ask?" he says back

>"Nope"

>Zahrah pulls her axe off the bike and sets upon him like the wolverine she is

>His screams and cries paled in comparison to your lovable shorstack's warcry

>In the end she managed to chop both his legs off below the knees

>And now, he's eye level with her

>You're still staring at the stunned gasping stubby fox, and a light pat on your hand snaps you out of it

>You rev up the ATV and she gets into her usual spot

>The both of you turn to look at him, his words still failing to come out

>"Might want to get that flesh wound checked out," you start

>"Portable blowjob machine!" Zahrah finished over the roar of the ATV as you ride away

Part IV: King Anon and Radka

>Your reign thus far has been interesting

>The famine has been reduced by the beastmen's supposed evil life magic

>Trading with the pack opened new routes for the merchants to follow

>And talks of peace spread like wildfire, and many of your people soon found comforts with the beings they were told were slaves

>It's going pretty well, surprisingly so

>You just weren't used to being a ruler

>From a young age you were trained to be a warrior

>And from there, a knight

>You could also throw a pretty nasty fireball and plants like you a bit more now

>Yet here you were, King of the lands you grew up in because the former one couldn't be bothered to help his people

>But no, you didn't want to be the seat of power

>He made that choice for you when he murdered one of your loves

>Marie the sheep beast woman

>She taught you life magic, helped teach you love has no boundaries if you let it

>Radka, your still alive reindeer beast woman wife was actually the one who initiated your polygamous lifestyle

>You were there when Marie died, unable to act and only watching

>That moment still haunts your dreams

>You kept two long knives, the handles made from her horns on you at all times

>But today was not a day to dwell upon it

>Supposedly you had a foreign emissary coming from afar

>You assume it's from the Lady Zig

>You're still unsure how that night had been possible; assured in the sense that it was an ale induced dream

>Flying metal machines? Four armed beings? A jest at best

>And yet Radka swore it happened , And so had Marie when she was alive

>So you sat there awaiting your guest

>You're left waiting much longer than you're used to

>Either being kind has spoiled you or this emissary was just that rude

>A little later some half hearted fanfare announced the person you're meeting, who is currently accompanied by two very annoyed guards

>He's casual in his stroll through your throne room

>You are greeted before a disinterested hybrid

>You think so anyways

>A fox perhaps, or maybe a wolf from the size

>His gem studded vestments clashed horribly against his black fur and stunningly blue eyes

>"Grettings se-" you clear your throat of your old habbits

>"I am King Anon," you start again, "what news have you?"

>He never stopped lazily turning his head looking around

>"My name's Bingle," he gave a mock bow, "I'm not sure why I was sent to this dirty place"

>"Dirty? You've got a strange sense of humor," you say through a fake smile

>You clear your thoughts, deciding it was a tactless way to keep a secret

>You stand up from the uncomfortable weight of your throne

>"Walk with me, Sir Bingle," and with the tap of a guard's halberd he finally acknowledges you

>The first thing he decides to do was sneeze

>"Right, yeah," he said through his sleeve

>You sigh, thinking at how terrible it must be to live as a moron

>You lead him through your castle with the uninterested fox walking behind you

>"I did not ask to be king," you begin, and slow down for him to catch up

>A back-stab, no matter how inept the attempt may be would surely ruin your weekend

>"I became it for the good of the people," you stop in front of a door having finished your words

>"I sense you are lost Sir Bingle, I see the wounds time has left upon you"

>He raised an eyebrow at that while you opened the door

>Portraits of Marie line the walls with a small table in the center of the room

>You quietly walked towards it with Bingle stomping behind you

>A single drawing Marie made sits upon it

>It's the last self portrait she drew

>Every painting of her since was based on this

>"You need to find the person that is the catalyst to your life"

>The sight of the picture drew a hand over one of your knives

>"Even if they are sometimes taken from you"

>Your grip was a little tighter when you turn to the fox

>His disinterest is only broken with another sneeze

>...

>"Very well Sir Bingle, if you are not here for a reason then I suggest you leave"

>"No, no!" he puts on a 'smile' and makes his way to the table

>"I agree completely!"

>He's looking over the contents on the table, leaning forward a little closer with a paw cupping his chin

>He gave a "hmm" when he looked over the drawing a little more

>And then he picked it up

>"A woman made you thi-"

>"Bingle! Put that down," you take a step towards him

>His muzzle is scrunched up

>"Thi-i-i-"

>You moved to grab him

>"ACHOO"

>Mucus and wetness cover the drawing

>You're speechless at that

>"Ooops, sorry about your picture"

>He sneezed again, and with a shrug he tosses it back onto its pedestal

>His delusion stirred a fire you once felt a long time ago

>"How dare you fox!" you grab his shoulders and force him away

>"You enter my house, insult my court, and ruin one of my prized possessions like it's nothing!" you were roaring, and with every word you pushed a little harder

>His paws are grabbing at your arms

>They fly into the air when you hold him against a wall

>"That's your prized possession?" that now fear tinged smile was back

>One of his paws points back to the table

>"A shitty drawing? Really?"

>You stared at him

>He started to flinch from the sight of your now red knife and the pain in his neck

>You let go, and he collapses with you no longer supporting his weight

>Blinking out of your haze, you slowly turned the knife around in your hand

>A dot of red paints the horned handle

>"I'm sorry Marie..."

>You take the cloth from your robe and gently rub it across the handle

>"I was just trying to teach him what you did for me"

>You sigh, and call for a servant

>He's shocked at what he sees, but he loses it from your pained expression

>It quickly hardened

>"Send word to Bongwater. Tell him I have a special meal for him"

Part V : Titan, Jane and Isabelle

>Going out together has been increasingly more difficult for the three of you

>The three of you being yourself, Jane, and Isabelle of course

>Jane's and your schedules were almost the same, but Isabelle had a different one

>You worked nights and she generally worked during the day

>But today was a special occasion

>By some random miracle the three of you could all go out and have a good time together

>Since it was so rare, you and Jane had decided to let Isabelle to pick where to go

>Of course she would choose the UltraLux

>"What? I just want to see where you two work," was her defense

>And so after a bit of prep work and squeezing into Jane's FloCar the three of you made it to the UltraLux

>It felt weird going through the main entrance and getting blasted by all of the ritzy glamorous signs advertising fantastic ways to go broke

>A solid door in a concrete wall is more your speed

>You can't deny the idea was great with how Isabelle keeps looking around in awe at everything

>"You guys work HERE!?" you swear she was bouncing in place

>"Eeee! It's so exciting!"

>She happily drags you from table to machine to bar to table and back again

>That woman can pull when she wants too

>Jane is spared from losing an arm and casually follows behind you

>Every almost-trip and misstep earned you a poorly hidden giggle behind you

>Soon enough she dragged you out to the center, and for the first time in the night she was finally calm

>"Where do you work usually Anon? I wanna see!"

>You lamely gesture around you

>And got a punch in the shoulder for it

>"Not like that! Where do you hang out?"

>You smile and decide to indulge her

>You lead her and Jane to an unassuming side door, and with a quick scan of your hand on a bio-metric scanner it dings and opens with a slight 'vwoosh'

>A short walk through a small hidden hallway and soon all three of you stand in a small elivator

>Jane had an arm in yours while the two of you watched Isabelle fog up the glass

>You don't know why the sight of concrete and wires were so interesting to the her

>But, even that was over too soon

>Another short walk(with the thought about getting a leash) later you all end up in the staging area

>It's a small but comfortable room with a center table, large TV's and various red cushions and chairs dotting the line

>Your boss even splurged and got a plant to go with it

>"This is where we are all given our assignments," you start to explain after giving a short tour

>Isabelle looks around with a slight frown

>"Why is it fancy up there and not down here?"

>"Because guests usually do not come down here," said a voice cutting through you're answer

>You turn and see Theo behind you

>"Ah hey Theo, I was just showing Isabelle here where I worked"

>He raises a furred eyebrow up at you

>"Ah, of course. No problem, girlfriends do get curious. I remember my wife wanted to see it too"

>"Just don't make a mess with her and Ms.Edwards. Or, at at least clean up after," he said with a wink

>You look at him for a moment before it hits you with what he's implying

>"Theo, gross! I wouldn't do that HERE! Who the hell would?!"

>"Ronnie and Chika," he laughs

>You hope Jane's retches were real

>"Aww gross, comeon man!" you can hardly hold back a grin

>He laughs harder

>"Wait, are you serious?" you lean in close to him

>His laughter fades and and with a napkin he pulled from his pocket he wipes a tear from his eye

>"I'm just fucking with you titan," after a pat or two, back into the pocket it goes

>"But don't use that chair anymore"

>With a serious face, he points to a chair in the corner that Eugene usually sits on

>Gross

>"Anyway, continue your tour for Ms. Isabelle, I'll see you Thursday"

>He gives you a fist bump, and with a nod towards Jane he disappears into the elevator

>"That's one of my bosses," you explain as you wait for the elevators to come back down

>"What about you Jane?" Isabelle chirps happily

>Jane shuffles uncomfortably beside you

>"I don't think you'd wanna see that Izzy," she finally says

>Isabelle looks at her in disbelief

>"Jane, the three of us have had sex multiple times on and off camera. There is literally nothing embarrassing left to show me"

>Your smile is back at that

>The elevator comes back and you usher them both in through the doors

>"Fine! But I'm not pole dancing for you!"

>Isabelle looks a little sad, but she pulls out her patented puppy dog eyes

>"Not even a little bit?"

>She adds a quivering lip on top of her bright pink stare

>"Hmm..."

>Not waiting for an answer she puts on a lewd grin

>"I would love to see what you can do with this body!"

>She spanks Jane, earning a squeak of surprise from a very flustered kitty

>Oooh, someone's getting bold

>"FINE! But you're gonna pay for it later, and Anon here is gonna help me!"

>"Nothing you can do to me that I won't like," said Isabelle with a tongue stuck out

>It's Jane's turn to go lewd

>"Oh, is that a challenge? Anon~ it looks like Isabelle's ass is yours later!"

>That smug look of Isabelle's didn't last very long

>Wha? My...? Do I have to?"

>Jane nods, "if you want a pole dance you gotta give it up"

>With a huff and a stomp of her footpaw, she then pulls out a pout

>"FINE! But it better be an awesome pole dance!"

>Looks like you're about to have a fun night

>The elevator ride ends and Jane leads the two of you to a small room with a stage

>"This is where I usually do private shows!" Jane says with flare

>She follows up her grand opening with a climb to the stage, and pushes a small button with her footpaw

>The room dims and a pole rises out of the floor

>She's pretty quick to get on it, too

>"I usually change and strip on this stage," she said mid spin

>"But no touching~" she adds with her arms holding her up and legs spread

>"Aww, no touching? That's a shame"

>wat

>"Who..?" you turn around and see some sort of large wolf anthro behind you

>A big black with blue eyes and jeans

>The popped collar on his polo shirt was especially impressive

>"Hey, this is a private show buddy, get lost" you grunt

>Instead of listening to you he struts into the room past you

>"Aww come on now mate! You're just being selfish," he leans against a chair next to Isabelle

>"You can't book two lovely ladies all for yourself!"

>A black paw lands on Isabelle's pink hair covered shoulder

>Her head tilted towards it from how he's clearly grabbed a handful

>"I don't think you-"

>"I'm Bingle," he cuts you off, "but you probably know me by my stagename: Peppercorn Starshake!" he adjusts his collar after a small mock bow

>You didn't start this encounter with a lot of patience

>And now, you immediately started agreeing with that little voice in your head

>You clench your fists when Isabelle can't pry him off

>"I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck off," you growl and take a step closer

>"Aww, now don't be like that. How about this: we could tag team them!"

>No fucking way, pal

>"Though I get the tiddywolf here first"

>His paws are on an incredibly distressed Isabelle's breasts

>"KILL HIM," the voice roared over your lover's screaming your name

>You don't even think twice

>Your fist soon met the soft feeling of fur

>Snapping bone and blood quickly follows it

>And... oh? Oh look!

>His brain jelly joined in on the fun

>Where the left side of his face once stood your fist briefly occupies it

>The entire left side of his skull caved in as his surprisingly lightweight body skidded across the floor

>Oops, that was a fox

>Spindly little fuckers aren't they?

>You agreed, and turning to Isabelle you're quickly by her side

>"You ok babe?" you ask

>She doesn't hesitate leaping onto you with a kiss

>"Ooo yeah Anon, I'm better than ok!" she's a little hysterical

>"Jane! I'm done seeing where you work!"

>She furiously nods at that

>Jane makes her way off the stage and Isabelle pressed to your side

>Making your way to the door you see Isabelle mistakenly looking back

>A black footpaw twitched back

>"OK, STREAM TIME" and she once again pulls you away

>She looks frazzled, but her heavy panting and tight grip over you tells you otherwise

>Oh yeah, that predatory sense of lovin acts of violence in their defense

>Looks like you're gonna have a GREAT night

Part VI : Vault Anon and Amana

>Scavenging has been easy lately

>Gun parts, screws, weapon mods, food

>Even better with your mudermate Amana with you

>Better in the sense that raiders don't fuck with a a huge deathclaw

>One who has the hots for you, specifiaclly

>Sure, you could'nt go into colonies at all without people gawking, and a laser or plasma bolt would fly our way

>But people never tried to stiff you on prices now

>Apparently they were under the impression that you were some kind of ultra amazing animal whisperer

>You tell them that, but in reality that isn't a perk listed in the voodoo guide to your black magic pipboy

>Speaking of, you're fiddling with it right now as the two of you walk through the wilds of Not Oregon

>Amana stomped off a few minutes ago, following the smell of some Animal

>Like you said - the food part was easy to come by

>Without fail she would be dragging back some poor animal in half an hour or less

>Free of charge, no caps needed

>Only snuggles and hugs

>One time she dragged another deathclaw to you

>Thankfully in a less aggressive and much more eatable state, but you were of course a little reserved about eating what could potentially be her own brother

>She kept bumping you with her muzzle when you tried to shy away, and only your hunger and her rock hard face got you to try it anyways

>It was surprisingly good

>After a quick meal of cooked unidentifiable meat chunks you are almost back home

>It was a cellar built into the floor from a long long time ago, that you reinforced with your pipboy's Cthulhu magic

>It's a veritable fortress similar to a raider camp, built to last and to weather the storms

>Your locked front gate is wide open

>Ok

>How did they get past your turrets?

>You swore they can run off bullets

>Well, someone, or something was in there

>With your combat rifle drawn you descend down the stairwell into your new intruded homme

>You found it immediately

>Digging through one of your weapon trunks was what appeared to be a, for lack of a better word, humanoid wolf

>A black furred one if the lighting wasn't lying

>You don't want to go near it since the poor thing could be a walking atom bomb

>One that has his hands on your favorite modded .50cal rifle, that bastard

>"Man, I've gotta show Chick these! This gear is awesome! I mean, just look at it!"

>You charge your rifle to get it's attention

CHIK CHAK

>The radwolf thing turns around with your precious 50 still in its grubby paws

>"Eh? A human? Not what I expected but this place is neat!"

>He points it haphazardly at you

>"I found it first, so get lost!"

>Great, it's retarded

>His bright blue eyes focus on you and your rifle, to which you raise it up in response

>"This is my home. Get lost before I shoot you"

>One more load for luck

>"Or worse"

>"Yeah, right - my gun's bigger dude! So get lost before I perforate you!"

>You shake your head at him

>"Trust me, you're gonna want to drop that"

>He raises it even more, and without warning he pulls the trigger

*click*

>"Rule number 1: Never store a loaded weapon"

>He stands there staring at you

>Completely bamboozled

>It was about to get better from the vibrations in the ground that you start to feel

>You smile, take a step three feet to the left, and bow

>Amana tears past you with a roar

>"HOLY SHI-"

>Well, that happened

>The radwolf is nothing more than a pile of fur and bone that Amana is happily tearing into

>You stroll over calmly and lay a hand on her side

>Looking closer you give a whistle

>"That's some good fur! Hey, Amana, let me have that real quick so I can get the pelt"

>You make a reach for it, and lose both it and the side you were leaning against

>"HEY! Gimme!"

>The pile of muscle and death just starts chewing faster and scoots away

>Dammit, she does this when she eats something she shouldn't be

>You stop, wiggle your fingers, and pop your neck to get the kinks out

>Time to use the secret weapon

>You leap, and grab onto her scaled back

>As expected she starts to get up, but with your mighty powers you freeze her in place

>Your fingers have found the side of her neck, and they're gently scratching away

>Her eyes close almost immediately, and you feel and hear a soft purring start

>You continue giving scritches while you cautiously reach over, closer and closer

>Just gotta add the icing on this cake with a long drawn out scratch down the top of her muzzle

>Aaaannnd...

>"HEY!" she parrots at you

>You look over the body you are now holding

>Too many holes in the hide to even make a napkin

>Your mind wanders to the legion and their helmets

>What where they called?

>'Vexillarius helmets!' your demonic wristband says

>Yeah, that'l do

>You make short work of the removing the tattered pelt from the toy you quickly give back to Amana

>No good can come of making your 8 foot murder monster wife angry

>Or how easily bypassed your defenses were

>You got a cool hat out of it though

Part VII: ComfyAnon and Raquel

>It's a lovely morning as you and Raquel hike slowly up the infamous 'stairway to heaven' in Oahu

>Sure, it IS technically illegal to go up them now, but that didn't stop the droves of people who did it anyway

>You're pretty sure that the police don't even bother to stop people anymore, just because so many of them still want to climb it

>Still... better safe than sorry in this case

>You and Raquel had woken up at 4AM and started up the side of the mountain

>While at times the stairs were steep, Raquel took the challenge in stride using her single arm to pull herself along with amazing strength and dexterity

>She happily hummed along knowing you were right there behind her, and ready to catch her should the worst happen

>It's a few hours into this stressful, peaceful hike, and the sun is just now starting to rise

>The view over the island and sea is breathtaking, second only to the moon you've been staring at up the mountain

>"Come on Anon! We're almost at the top!"

>Your smile was as big as the sunrise, probably, and you hurry up after her

>It's only about 4,000nd more steps and you are in pretty good shape to do it

>The cool mountain air swirling past you certainly helped

>Yeah, this vacation was just what you and Raquel needed

>"Oh my god look at the view!" your maned wolfess happily calls to you

>No kidding

>You could see it all

>Honolulu, Hanauma Bay, Diamond Head and the jungle all around

>All breathtaking

>But Raquel's smiling joyous face could definitely kill you on the spot

>Not to be outdone, not with how much effort it took to craft that smile of hers, you beam back

>You didn't do it for praise or anything like that, you did it because it was the right thing to do

>And in the end, the effort was worth it

>Your thoughts are broken by the sound of struggled panting

>That's not Raquel is it?

>You look towards Raquel ready to catch her passed out form

>...She must of had the same idea with how her arm is stretched out to you

>Both of you had equally confused looks, but her's even more so while she looked over your shoulder

>The source of the sound reveals itself when you too turn around

>"Why would anyone do this for fun? This is torture," gasps a panting black fox, quite literally crawling up the stairs

>Reaching the top he lamely claws at the ground before finally rolling to his side

>You can see why he struggled so much

>He has a full rucksack on and enough supplies to go camping for a few days

>Was he planning on sleeping here?

>Well, now that you think about it, this would make for a lovely camping spot

>You walk over and help the struggling fox to his feet

>"Hey there man, you going camping up here or something?"

>He keeps panting, and only manages to drown it out with a quick drink from a water bottle

>"Huh? Camping? No this is just a hike!" he took a moment to chug it down, "You gotta take a rucksack on a hike anywhere! In case you get lost, or something"

>You look back at Raquel who only gives a half shrug

>Getting lost here is basically impossible, the city below is in full view

>Someone would have to be a special brand of retarded to have something like that happen

>You dismiss that line of thinking and try to strike up a conversation

>With it being a vacation and all you're probably never gonna see this guy again

>Might as well

>You offer your hand to the fox and he takes it with a firm shake

>"I'm Anon and this is Raquel," you begin

>He puts on a winded grin and looks at Raquel

>"My name's Bingle," he says after catching his breath

>Raquel makes her way to a rock nearby and sits down on it, giving a polite wave at the mention of her name

>The two of you also make your way to rocks, and he takes off his pack while your unburdened self sits next to your fuzzy wife

>He's looking at you and then back to Raquel with a puzzled look on his muzzle

>"If I'm not mistaken you're a maned wolf right?" he said with a snap of his fingers

>Raquel and yourself put on your best 'mildly surprised' smiles

>It's not every day that someone didn't assume her to be a very lanky fox, so when someone gets it right it tends to make her day

>"Why, yes I am! I'm impressed you were able to tell"

>He nods with his hand cupping his chin, deep in thought or deeply proud of his intellect

>"Is it true your piss smells like dank kush?"

>Ah, so it's neither

>As expected, you both went from mildly surprised to horribly shocked

>You just don't ask a lovingly taken, not for sale lady that

>"Uh... yeahitdoes," she squeaks

>He laughs at that

>"That's a pretty cool fetish you could fill right there! Dank kush watersports"

>...Wel-

>"Whoa whoa whoa whoa WHOA," you frown, "that's a little uncalled for!"

>He just looks at you in disbelief, that's very hard to see behind another drained waterbottle

>Finishing it, he zips to Raquel's side and places a padded hand on her shoulder

>"No, no it is called for," you ignore the fact he's touching your wife for how interesting his story better damn well be

>"See, I'm a pornstar and"

>Alright! No more touching!

>The both of said, with Raquel being extra forceful in pushing him off

>"Wha? No man, I'm always trying to find new fetishes to cater to"

>He's looking Raquel up and down earnestly

>You stand, and the only thing stopping you from heating up is a warm paw grabbing on to you

>She's just as bothered as you, but even then she didn't want to cause a scene

>Atop a mountain with only three people, no less

>"And she's an amputee!" he whistles, "She's like a mixed bag of fetishes, all bundled up into one!"

>You open your mouth, and promptly get cutoff by the fox

>"-a few greenscreen socks and we can do the whole 'lovepillow' deal too! How 'bout we get off this mountain and make a film"

>He walks up to Raquel

>"You and me, what'dya say?"

>He holds his paw out to her with bright blue eyes glinting happily that you simply can't see through the red haze

>Your scowling goes ignored as well

>It took you hours to get up here and this jerkwad was ruining it

>He loosely grabs behind him to his backpack and pulls out a camera

>Holding it in front of him he then looks back to you

>"Hubby here has to film though," he must of thought he was smooth

>Not smooth enough to slip out of your tackle

>"Time for you to go Bingle"

>With a loud gasp behind you, you now have an incredibly confused fox pinned to the ground

>"Now listen here you little shit," you seethe through clenched teeth

>Bingle's muzzle is making a lot of funny faces back at you

>"My wife and I were having a wonderful vacation before you somehow managed to sour the day with in just a few minutes"

>He must have used some high end softener with how silky his neck fur felt between your hands

>You feel a light tapping on the side of your arm

>You weren't expecting the thing causing it was his own trying to get you to stop

>...

>That better be his fucking wallet or keys in his front pockets

>You drop his throat, which in turn drops his head right onto the dirt floor

>What kind of weird shit does he do anyways

>He coughs and gags a bit on the floor, and soon gets up as well

>You and Raquel watch him slowly compose himself again

>"Alright!" *wheeze* "ok, fine" *cough* "I get it!" he sputters out

>You think he gets it

>He digs in his pockets and pulls out a card, handing it to you

>On it is the wolf in a much more, 'sparkly' outfit with a phone number written on it

>"With a grip like that you could make it even better"

>Are you serious

>"No," you tear apart the card, but put the pieces away in one of your pockets

>Don't want to litter, after all

>He puts his hands up to his side, and rolls his eyes walking backwards

>He get's to his stuff, and starts picking up the things he's left around

>"It's like he doesn't even want to watch me bang his girl," he quietly says to himself

>He didn't get it

>You don't even realize what you're doing as you seize the fox and hurl him from the cliff

>His screams cut through the air as he ragdolls down the rockface

>Another of Raquel's gasps brings you back

>She has a paw over her mouth and looking at you, wide eyed

>You kick at the dirt

>"Eh, sorry babe - did I get carried away?" you say, scratching at the back of your head

>She leaps onto you with a half-hug

>"I've just never seen you angry like that before"

>Her quick kiss betrays her shaking

>You don't remember spilling water on your pants

>"Let's just enjoy this view!" she's off of you in a flash, and reaches into her own backpack

>Pulling out a few boxes she giddily holds them out to you

>"I made sammiches!" she adds a wiggle to each one

>You lost it, laughing at the absurdity of what just happened

>It reminds you of something important however

>You grab the fox's rucksack, and toss it over the cliff

>You're somewhat sure it's the same spot he flew over

>Oh well, you did your best

>Don't want him getting lost

Part VIII: The Incubus and Devaki

>A cup of coffee sits on a table, unmoving, unchanging, and full of joe

>No matter what goes on in the background, this simple fact doesn't change

>And no matter how hard the lightning blue veins pulse in your arms, this appears to be it's purpose in the universe

>The force is definitely against you

>Ever since you pulled Devaki out of her prison, you've been trying to see the extent of your new found strength and abilities

>You've tried hydrokinesis, pyrokinesis, geokinesis, aerokinesis, a quick stint at mind reading, and regular old kinesis

>The only thing you've managed so far was to fart out a few balls of light that would spark out after an hour or so

>The past thirty minutes were spent on getting this cup of coffee to float at you

>"Practice more, we will guide you," your demoness calls from the couch, comfortable in her favorite pink sweater and not at all struggling at magic

>"I'm not even sure what I can do though, or how can I practice"

>She grins, showing off all her wolflike teeth with her head cocked to the side

>"You have all eternity to learn"

>Great, she's being like fucking yoda

>You sigh, and reach out for the coffee mug with the thought of going to work tomorrow weighing you down

>Work at a place where all of your co-workers are somewhat scared of you now

>You can't exactly blame them, if you put yourself in their shoes their fear made sense

>Random co-worker shows up with a fiery blue wolf demon and glowing blue eyes would be terrifying

>Despite that, when you grasp at the mug it... shimmers, for lack of a better word

>And it slips through your fingers

>"Dammit!" you make a dive for the cup, only to realize you were still holding it with bean juice now thrown on your table

>"Yeah, ok, sure," you grit your teeth and pick yourself up

>You also spend an unhealthy amount of time staring at the exact replica of the mug you're holding

>there is literally an exact copy of the mug on the table

>Wut

>"Wat," you still stare, mug in hand and a massive stain slowly forming next to you

>"What did you do Anon?" Devaki is standing above you and peering down at the mug

>"We have not seen this type of thing before," her three blazing blue eyes are shifting from mug to mug

>This time, you reach with both hands and make a grab at them

>They're both solid

>Huh, that's pretty neat

>To your surprise there is still a bit of coffee left in your mug, and you take a sip of it

>It's delicious, because your awesome with a keurig

>You take a sip from the other one

>Huh, that's pretty aweful

>You retch and spit out the mixture, that was a delicious blend of ash, ass, and some kind of dewy lemon-lime soda

>The smell of sulfur really adds to it, too

>You remedy this with placing both mugs down and rushing to the kitchen to wash the taste out of your mouth

>"Anon it is fading," you hear Devaki call out

>Your mouth cleansed, and on a mission to raid the fridge, you take a quick peak from the side to see that the second mug is in fact, crumbling away

>Like a structure made of soot it crumbles into nothing until there's no sign of it left

>"We think if you were concentrating on it, the mug would have lasted longer"

>You walk back over to the table, the mess, and the doggo

>"So I can make temporary clones of things? I wonder if I can do that with living things"

>You're pulled into a furry hug with her muzzle to your ear

>"That would make our time together at night much more interesting"

>Her long tongue runs down your face, leaving a slight tingling trail wherever it touches

>You would be grossed out buy you're used to her licking affection

>So instead of reeling back you give her a delicate kiss on her nose

>She has a weakness for affection, you learned

>Guess demons don't really get to experience it all that often

>She starts letting out a low gravely purr that you wouldn't expect from a wolf like demon

>But again, demon, and you yourself could pose as a third rate blue man group stand-in

>The only noise you did expect is her occasional roaring

>100% guaranteed when they climax tho

>Her gravely purr grows even louder when you wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer to you

>No small feat considering she is at least 2 feet taller than you

>It doesn't stop you from pulling her along to the couch, and the two of you begin a super intense cuddle

>A knock at the door stops you from diving on in

>You sit up, look around and glance out the living room window

>You hear another knock

>It's coming from the closet door

>"What?" you both say, Devaki looks just as confused as you

>"the fuck," you finish

>With a quick walk to your closet door, you prepare to cast fist at whoever was in it

>Opening the door, you find a black furred wolf Anthro

>Or a fox, you guess

>Neither of which are important as furries are now a thing too, apparently

>You get a glimpse at his crystalline blue eyes, and you relax your raised fist

>"Is he one of yours?" you say over your shoulder

>"We do not know this one," you get back

>You turn to him again, "Who are you and why are you in my closet?"

>Whatever brief confusion he had, it was quickly replaced with fury

>"Your closet?! Where the fuck did that fucking skunk send me this time?" he rants, shoving you out of the way and stepping into your apartment

>He looks around, raises an eyebrow at the wolf on fire, and spots a mug that he soon swipes, and downs what ever was left

>Aw man, that was the good stuff too

>Confused, he flips it over, mumbles to himself and sets it back down on the table

>Swearing gets involved when his fur acts like a rag for the spill

>"Ok, well, I think you should go," you move towards him

>Ignoring you, he instead plops down on your couch

>"Nah," he says, wiping an arm on your couch, "not until Zig pulls me out of wherever the hell I am"

>You're rather surprised he isn't freaking out about Devaki, you, or the fact that he totally trashed your couch

>It doesn't halt your rapidly rising annoyance, which in turn Devaki seems to share

>"We do not want your presence here. Your life force is insufficient and too tainted for us to consume," she gets a little brighter and flamey with each word she says

>"You. Are. Worthless to us," you aren't sure if the living black rug could bunch up any smaller than that

>"Anon," you snap to attention

>"Yesm?"

>"Rid us of this insufferable nuisance"

>You give a curt nod, and with a stiff upper lip you march to the couch

>You have no mercy for this dog that interrupted your cuddle session, and now you're off the leash

>Grabbing him by the scruff of his neck you drag him to the large bedroom mirror with Devaki daintily following

>You aren't as gentle when you slam him into the glass, with your grip on his neck choking all words he might say

>"Reach deep, through reality, through the illusions of life and death," she begins to chant

>"And force him into that abyss," she's pretty blunt about it

>You shove the wolf through the mirror into the realm you pulled Devaki from

>You also left him a surprise

>The wolf quickly gets up and dusts himself off while he looks around the empty void

>His eyes finally fall on the exact copy of himself

>"Who are you?"

>"I'm you but stronger!"

>And with that the copy pounces on the wolf thing

>Devaki is sitting on the bed, and snuggle in beside her

>"Man, cable's gotten violent lately"

>The clone is tearing at the other, who's own fists flail back

>"Indeed"

>It's just like wrestling, but free, real, and with no Vince McMahon

>It also doesn't matter who "wins" the fight between them

>For you now have entertainment for the evening