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Spike was awoken as something bright flashed into his eyes. He stretched and looked out the window. To his amazement, he saw that they were cruising down the Las Vegas strip "Hey sleeping beauty" Diego said with a grin "We've already arrived?" Spike murmured before yawning "Yup, you slept all the way". Spike watched the gaudy display of the strip as they drove along. The bright lights and neon reflected on the Mustang's windows. "Where are we staying?" Spike asked "You'll see" Diego replied.

The Doberman turned down Flamingo Road and passed a dingy and dark looking motel "Ah, too boring" Diego muttered "It's conspicuous" Spike replied "Hmm, I don't wanna leave the car outside. I need it parked somewhere safe" Diego said, before driving onward.

They pulled up outside a tall and flamboyant looking hotel. It was constructed from marble and glass yet had two fake Roman pillars on either side of the entrance. Furs of all species dressed in togas were welcoming guests at the entrance "This is... flashy" Spike said, not sure of what to make of the place "Yeah man, I love it!" Diego replied, shooting another grin at Spike "there's a big pool and casino. I'm gonna meet my friends then have the car looked at, the race could have worn the tires out" Spike was about to point out that the Jackal's BMW had fared much worse but stopped himself, not wanting to provoke another argument. "We'll get a room, then I'll take the car to be looked at" Diego said.

A group of Stoats walked forwards to remove their suitcases from the Mustang "Hey, I'll take that!" Diego exclaimed as one of them moved to retrieve something from the trunk. Spike saw the Doberman's eyes widen a fraction in alarm, but pretended not to have noticed.

He had to find out what Diego was transporting.

Diego strolled into the palatial lobby with Spike in tow. The Coyote gazed around at the place in amazement.

The ceiling towered above them, as high as the heavens. It was supported by more Roman pillars painted a lurid shade of gold. The centre of the lobby was dominated by a fountain which featured statues of prancing foxes amidst the cascade of water.

Diego spoke to a Calico behind the desk before handing Spike a key "I got us the best room they had available" the Doberman said with a grin.

They rode the elevator up to the top floor and Diego opened the door to their suite.

Spike dumped his suitcase on the floor and explored the room. It was thickly carpeted and most of the surfaces were again covered in marble. The bathroom was almost as spacious as his apartment with a bathtub big enough to fit an entire football team in.

There were floor to ceiling windows on either side of the room giving unbroken views of the strip below as it lit up the night sky. Spike paused to admire the view before wondering into the bathroom.

Back in the bedroom, Diego pulled out his phone and called Karl back "Hey Rottie, I'm in Vegas" he explained "Good, listen they called me back and they've given me the address they wanna meet you at. Do you have the package?" Diego cast a glance back to the bathroom where Spike seemed distracted examining all the furnishings, and then to the foot of the bed where he had left the case "Yeah, I do" "Okay, listen carefully" Karl said, he gave address as Diego tore a sheet off the complimentary notepad and wrote it down. Diego stuffed the sheet into his pocket just as Spike emerged from the bathroom "I'll call you after I meet them" Diego said, before hanging up "Hey bud, I'm afraid I gotta go and see my friends" he explained apologetically to Spike "but have fun while I'm out" he added.

Diego waved to the Coyote and made his way out of the room before Spike had a chance to say anything.

Spike had in fact been playing close attention to Diego's conversation. He waited for a few seconds before cautiously opening the door.

Diego was sauntering off down the corridor.

Spike waited until the Doberman had reached the elevators before creeping out of the room and following him as stealthily as he could.

Both canines took separate elevators back down to the lobby.

Spike hung back near the doors and watched as a valet brought out Diego's Mustang. The Doberman climbed in and began to drive off.

As the Mustang rounded the corner, Spike darted forwards and jumped into the back of a cab that had just dropped a brown Otter couple at the door.

A Donkey sitting behind the wheel turned and shot Spike a perplexed look "Hey man, you're supposed to call in advance..." he began Spike fished a paw-full of dollars out and thrust them at the Donkey "Follow that car" Spike instructed, gesturing at Diego's Mustang. The Donkey looked puzzled for a moment and then broke into braying laughter "Aw man, I've always wanted to do this!" He chuckled.

They followed Diego as he drove back onto the main strip.

Spike watched intently as the Mustang cruised along. The bright neon and flashing lights slid by. However, as they drove, the lights became dimmer and the buildings looked more decrepit.

Diego pulled up outside a construction site surrounded by a tall security fence.

The site was a towering hulk of steel girders. The bright lights of the distant strip illuminated the structure like a garish skeleton. Spike couldn't help but shiver at the sight. "Stop here and turn your headlights off" Spike instructed. He did not want Diego to see them.

Spike watched Diego retrieved a package from the trunk of the Mustang. The Doberman glanced over his shoulders before slipping through a gap in the fence. "Wait here" Spike instructed the Donkey "This is a bad part of town" the Donkey muttered Spike handed him another paw-full of dollars which seemed to change his mind.

Diego walked through the base of the site. The remaining excitement of the race against the BMW had faded and he suddenly felt nervous.

A pair of Pit Bulls clad in leather jackets were waiting by a caged construction elevator. Neither of them spoke to Diego, but gestured at him to follow them. Diego noticed that they were armed with handguns.

They rode the elevator up to a wide space in the middle of the site.

There were no walls and the open sides gave clear views over the lights of Vegas. The flashing neon cast sinister and irregular shadows over the floor.

A female Siberian Tiger was sitting behind a desk which seemed incredulous amidst the half-finished room.

The Tiger had fiery orange fur, with black stripes. Unusually, her eyes were a piercing ice blue. Her gaze seemed to stab straight through Diego like a dagger. She wore a leather suit-jacket that emphasised her curvy figure.

There was also a scar running down the left hand side of her face, an ugly red mark than ran down from her eye to her mouth.

Diego gulped as he recognised the Tiger the chief of the smuggling ring and the boss of Karl's uncle. He had never met her in person, but knew she had taken over from her late father. Karl had met her once and had come back physically shaking from the meeting. He later jokingly referred to her as "The Bitch Lord Empress", but knew that he would be castrated if he used that name to her face.

The Tiger's name was Irina Sokolov. "Diego Faust?" Irina said in a purring, heavily accented voice "Yes" Diego replied. The Tiger got up from behind the desk and walked over to Diego until she was stood right in front of him. Her blue eyes looked him up and down. Diego could smell her scent; a mixture of feline mixed with sickly-sweet smelling perfume. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I was in town and wanted to see you in person. I've heard that you are one of the best drivers" the Tiger said.

Although her tone was diplomatic, the gaze of her ice blue eyes pierced right into Diego "Uh, thank you, ma'am" Diego replied, shifting uncomfortably under her gaze "You have the package?" She asked.

Diego placed the case on the desk and Irina raised her paw.

A black Labrador in a dark suit walked forwards out of the shadows and opened it.

In spite of the situation, Diego was intrigued. He had never seen inside one of the packages he had delivered before.

The Labrador carefully pulled out a small and silver cylindrical object. Diego frowned, he had been expecting the case to contain drugs or a weapon of some kind.

Diego watched as the Labrador spent five minutes analysing the cylinder closely, before pulling what looked like a blue-print out his jacket pocket.

He compared to object to the blueprint and muttered something in Russian at Irina who nodded.

The Labrador gently placed the cylinder back inside the package and stuffed the blueprint back into his pocket.

"Very well Diego, you may leave" Irina said "I have spoken to the client and I shall extend your deadline by two hours. If you fail to deliver the case before then..." Irina stopped short of her threat, but something violent flashed in her blue eyes and her face suddenly changed. She bared her teeth in what resembled a vicious and hungry smile.

Diego felt cold sweat break out in of muzzle.

"Do you understand me, Doberman?" Irina purred. Diego swallowed and nodded "Yes ma'am".

Diego scooped up the package and hurried back to the service elevator. He could feel the gaze of Irina's eyes stabbing into the back on his head.

From his hiding place behind a girder, Spike had watched the scene with baited breath.

He snuck through the opening in the fence and had hurried up a concrete staircase as Diego had been ushered into the elevator.

The scent of oil and dust was heavy on the construction site. Spike hope that it would mask his scent.

He had strained his neck trying to see what the object in the package was. He could make out the Labrador inspecting the cylinder.

As soon as the Tiger had dismissed Diego, Spike had run back down the stairs.

He made it to the security fence just as the elevator rattled back down to the ground level. Spike sprinted back down the street and saw to his relief that the cab was still waiting "Take me back to the hotel and make sure he doesn't see us" Spike instructed, handing the Donkey some more money.

The Donkey grinned and turned the cab around, just as Diego emerged through the security fence.

Spike hoped that Diego would visit the garage on the way back to the hotel. That would give him more time to create a cover story as to where he had been.

As soon as the cab left him at the hotel's entrance, Spike darted into a nearby bathroom. Locking himself in a stall, he pulled out his phone and called Jones "Yes?" The Terrier rasped Spike relayed what he had seen at the meeting "Describe the Tiger" Jones stated Spike described what he had seen to Jones "Irina" The Terrier muttered "I'm sorry?" Spike said "Nothing that concerns you right now, I want to you to stay with Diego until he meets the client". With that, Spike hung up.

Spike emerged from the bathroom and walked back out into the lobby. Checking that there was no sign of Diego anywhere, Spike darted into the nearby casino.

Diego had dropped the Mustang off at a garage on the way back to the hotel and had taken a cab for the rest of the journey.

Diego made his way back to the bedroom, he threw down the keys on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

He fished out his phone and called Karl "Hey, I just had a meeting with the Bitch Lord Empress!" Diego revealed "What! You made it out alive" Karl exclaimed "what did she want from you?" "Dunno, she just said she wanted to meet me in person. She did extend my deadline though" Diego said, shrugging "Hmm, strange, but good luck pal" Karl replied before hanging up.

Diego suddenly realised that Spike was nowhere to be seen "Yote!" He called "you in here buddy?" Diego searched the bedroom and bathroom, but the suite was deserted.

Diego frowned. Had the Coyote run away?

The door opened and Spike bounded into the room "Hey look, I won!" The Coyote announced, flashing a bunch of dollars at Diego "Woah, congrats buddy!" Diego replied, feeling relieved that Spike had showed up "I guess all that gambling at my desk back at the station paid off" Spike grinned "My deadline has been extended, we can celebrate in the meantime" Diego said with a grin.

In his head, Spike didn't feel it was much of a victory. He had only won back the money he had spent on the cab ride.

He noticed that Diego had placed the package by his suitcase. As soon as the Doberman was distracted, he would try and sneak a look inside.

The two canines called room service to order dinner and a bottle of champagne.

Once they had eaten, the pair drank the champagne and helped themselves to more alcohol from the minibar "H... Hey, wanna dance Mr. Yote?" Diego slurred. He picked up the television remote and tuned the television on.

The television happened to be tuned into the radio setting "Awrooo! How y'all doing on this fine evening" the voice of Howlin' Sam called "here is some nice, smooth rock for all you lovers out there".

The sound of "Beast of Burden" by The Rolling Stones filled the room.

Diego wrapped his arms around Spike's chest and swayed gently to the rhythm of the music. Spike felt a hardness in Diego's jeans grind into his rump. Feeling tipsy, Spike grinned and raised his tail, encouraging the Doberman to press his bulge in further.

In his relieved and alcohol addled mind, Spike forgot about his assignment. He wanted to enjoy the moment and let nothing else trouble him.

Diego grinned and threw Spike down on the bed. He pulled off Spike's shirt and continued kissing the furry surface of the Coyote's chest.

Spike lay still, smiling with contentment as Diego's muzzle made its way down.

Diego pulled Spike's jeans off, slid the front of his underwear down and took the Coyote's sheath firmly in his paw and began licking at the tip.

Spike moaned with pleasure at the feeling of Diego's tongue stimulating him. His cock soon emerged, and Diego slipped it into his muzzle.

Spike lay groaning as Diego worked his muzzle up and down.

"Let's switch Dobie, I want to give your rump some attention" Spike whispered Diego grinned "For sure dude, been kinda looking forward to that actually".

Spike positioned his face behind Diego's backside as the Doberman straddled over him. He licked the back of the Doberman's balls as Diego slipped Spike's cock back into his mouth.

Spike buried his muzzle into Diego's behind and licked intently at his tail-hole, running his tongue over the surface.

Diego worked his muzzle up and down, intensifying his motions and rubbing his rough tongue against Spike's shaft "Dobie, I'm gonna" Spike groaned, before ejaculating hard into Diego's muzzle.

Diego withdrew and came a second later. His cum splashed over Spike's stomach and genitalia.

Diego flopped back down on the bed. The pair lay panting for a moment before Diego rolled over and kissed Spike "Let's get you clean buddy" he whispered.

Diego filled the bathtub up as high as it would go and squeezed an entire bottle of shampoo into the water. He stripped off in front of Spike, shooting the Coyote a teasing expression.

Diego jumped in the tub, causing some of the foamy water to splash over the sides.

Spike removed his underwear and climbed in. He sat between Diego's legs and lay back as the Doberman nibbled his neck fluff and nuzzled him between the ears.

Spike wiggled his rump into Diego's hard member. Diego grinned and wrapped his muscular arms around Spike's chest.

The pair lay back for ten minutes in silence as Diego wrested his muzzle on Spike's shoulder.

Once they felt clean, they both climbed out of the tub as more water sloshed over the floor. Both canines staggered back to the bed, not bothering to dry off. Spike ignored the fact his fur was puffed out as he jumped onto the covers next to Diego.

The pair fell asleep in each other's arms in an alcohol-fuelled bliss.

Nothing at that point in time could trouble them, or so they thought.

Frank not only stole cars for money, but for the thrill.

The Weasel was always on the lookout for an expensive automobile to steal and trade in for money.

He had observed from afar as Diego had taken the Mustang to the garage and had bided his time until the garage closed for the night.

Using a crow-bar, the Weasel forced the side door open and made his way into the garage.

The mechanics had finished their work on the Mustang and it was ready to be picked up the following morning.

Frank grinned to himself as he made his way over to the shining car.

The Mustang had a complex lock and alarm system fitted, but it was no match for Frank's paws.

The alarm was soon disabled the door locks were picked.

Frank then busted the lock on the garage's loading door, slid it open and jumped into the driver's seat of the Mustang.

He fired up the powerful engine, laughed to himself and sped off into the night with a screech of tire smoke.