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The following is a Tales From Apartment 232 Production. Characters therein are used at the permission of I Damion St. James the author, and remaining characters are my trademark. Characters can only be used with my expressed written permission

The following story contains adult themes, strong dialogue, and an environment of a homosexual nature. If homosexual erotica or homosexual themes are offensive to you then please stop reading. If you are also a minor, please refrain from reading.

Alex Fletcher, Heckyl & Jeckyl, and Fabian Grizzard are co-owned by myself and Kooshmeister. Neil and Khris are used with permission of Micah Fennic (kitsune 25).

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TALES FROM APARTMENT 232 - Part 17, "Dusk and Dawn"

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On any other given day, I would have thought it strange as hell to wake up next to anyone other than my Neil, but to be quite honest, I was never particularly keen on keeping things too consistent. I opened my eyes, and gazed upon the head of the red fox that was sleeping on top of my nude, tattooed body. My arm was draped across his back my other at my side. Our bodies were spooned, never quite moving from the intimate position we had chosen to fall asleep in. Our tails lightly twitched, with the sensitivity of our increasing consciousness.

I ran a hand over the rose tattoos that covered his arm that was draped over my upper chest. He was still fairly dead to the world, but at the rate he was breathing whatever sleep he was getting had to have been rather shallow. His arm flexed a little, involuntarily with the motion of my finger moving across the lines of his rose tattoos. It was rather interesting; giving my fingers the chance to take a journey over a garden of pure art, done on a living canvass. I smiled.

Below me, my morning erection throbbed inside of my sheath, the fox's throbbing right alongside mine. They were almost stereo in their beats, beating for one another. His masculinity just off to my right, nestled into a perfect nook our bodies created when we laid together. My fingers traced up the line of his arm, and now onto his shoulder, lightly pealing away the blanket. More tattoos graced his back, the perfect muscled back of one whom respected his body and took great care of it. I could see down the line of his body, make out his firm and succulent buttocks, I could see his fine calves and cute feet. His tail was matted, and laid haphazardly against mine.

I ran my hand over his short haired head, and pawed over the short almost military crisp cut. His ears tweaked and twitched in response to the touch.

The bed, was not much more of a bed anymore, more of a basking ground for the afterglow of the act we had committed. The sheets were lightly moist from our sweat, and the orderliness of the room had been destroyed with the advent of our play. In fact, I had forgotten the hotel room even had a lamp in it until I had noticed it upon the floor.

My stomach gave me a nudge of hunger, shortly voicing it's displeasure at it's lack of material to digest. Cruel, that my stomach wouldn't let me enjoy this afterglow as long as I would have wished.

"Dad?" I said softly, getting no response at first. I gave a gentle prod, and he stirred, gave a pleasant moan, and yawned.

"Yeah?"

"Mind if I call for room service? I'm hungry."

A chuckle came from the beautiful male on top of me. "After this past week, I don't doubt it. We've been fucking for nearly a week without end."

And it was true. Ritch and I, once laying our cards down upon the table, couldn't keep our hands off one another. The sheer...lewdness of the fact I was fucking my father...was kind of a turn on. Ritch was undeniably hot, and was also becoming the ideal dad that I had always wanted. He was caring for me and nurturing me - and fucking me.

The guys took the news in their own ways. Neil had thought the idea to be a way for us to bond. Micah and Khris agreed. Geoff and Trevor didn't have much comment, as I couldn't reach them on the phone for some reason. Chong just hoped that Ritch didn't shout "who's your daddy?" when he mounted me. Asher was not really approving, but was happy for me in his own way. Rowdy just wanted to make sure he'd get his piece as well, taking favor with my dad. Sparky and Jicentia hadn't really said much about it, but weren't negative. Lt. Mitchell thought I was nuts to be banging my own dad, but gave me my due respect.

Ritch rolled to his side, and drew his hand down my body, grasping my plumped sheath and pealing it back, revealing my morning wood. He took a few breaths and blinked before he leaned in, and put it in his mouth.

While Father sucked me, I ordered room service. Fortunately the tray wouldn't be up for 20 minutes, pleanty of time.

I hung up the phone, and playfully pushed father on his back. He laid there, smaller than me in size, but far more presented in body. "Quickie?" I asked.

Ritch snickered. "One of about 45 We'll probably have this week." He said as he opened his legs.

I mounted him, and gave him a good swift morning fuck, holding his legs to my chest, as I held my knot against him, and came, pumping him full of morning cum. Father politely rolled me over afterwards, and repeated the process, drilling me into the mattress much like he had done the day before yesterday - only then at length.

Our sexual desires quelled for about 5 minutes, Ritch lay against me, his butt to my crotch, his chest to mine. Ritch had dared me to answer for the room service nude. I took him up, so breakfast was on him.

It was nothing special this time, pancakes and syrup, potatoes and gravy and OJ.

After we ate, Ritch dragged us to the shower for a talk.

We stood under the warm jets of the cramped hotel shower, and washed one another.

"Renee...I've dreamed so much of being able to do that with you. I mean, I always felt bad for it, but its true."

I waved it off and kissed his lips a bit deeply before pulling back. "Dad, sex is sex. If I feel something for the person -" I stopped and thought about what I was about to say. "Okay I'm a whore, but dad if sex can bring us further together, I would gladly fuck you every second it took to try to make up for being a jerk to you since we met."

Ritch nodded and soaped my stomach and navel ring. "I think the same thing. Renee, you can fuck me anytime you want. I don't care if I'm at work just bust out and fuck me. You are far more important to me than my job or anything else. I just want to be your dad...and to love you in every way possible."

I sighed...and gave him a blowjob. It was too romantic to pass up.

But after swallowing my father's load he patted my head and said. "Renee, we really need to stop fucking at some point. Eventually my husband is going to wonder where I'm at..."

Licking the semen from my lips I stood and folded my arms. "Yeah, and I haven't been back to the apartment since. If it's any consolation, this has been some of the hottest sex I've ever had."

Ritch nodded and rolled his good eye. "Yeah, least YOU fuck me." He said as he shook his head.

"Your husband doesn't?"

Ritch shook his head. "God no. As much as I fucking love him, I need sex. I mean, I want him so bad but he's got more hang-ups than MCI. I'm lucky to get a piece of hand from him. "

I playfully narrowed my eyes and mock scolded him. "So that's the only reason you're fucking me? Because you know I put out?"

Ritch spanked my butt and I spanked his back. "Now you know better than that Renee. It's a sad world when father wont fuck his son."

Coming from anyone else, that may have sounded weird. I told him that.

"Its just my opinion Renee. You may want to consider Cyric someday."

I frowned. "Nah...I don't know for sure he's gay or not. I know he likes to cuddle and sets off tinkerbells with how he acts and dresses, but I don't know for sure. He has done gay things but he could be straight sooner or later."

Ritch laughed once in a challenge. "Come on, I can't remember the last man in our bloodline that was truly breeder stuff. Hell I like to say the only reason your mom had you was because I toss and turn at night."

It was a true statement. I couldn't argue with it.

We finished showering, and stepped out, drying one another off, and helping one another dress for the first time in days. Me I was actually wearing boxer shorts for the first time that I could ever recall, some loose jeans, and a simple black sleeveless shirt. Ritch himself had his dress suit and tie and skimpy briefs to wear.

"Renee hun, I want you to take care, but also please do me a favor. Don't tell my husband we've been fucking, I don't know if he could handle it."

I raised an eyebrow, and said. "Well that's not really my business to share with him anyway, but...I can keep a secret."

"Its not really a secret, you can tell other people, just don't tell him. When he's ready I'll let him know."

"If you say so dad, but ya know, that's something you have to decide and be willing to live with once you do."

"Yes, I know."

"I thought you two had an open relationship?"

"Well normally we do, but he knows how obsessed I am with you, and how much of a sexual fixation it even was. Now that he knows you're my kid, I think that upsets him."

I scoffed. "Let me guess; he feels he was the man of your dreams and now he feels he's taking the backseat?"

Ritch began to tie his eye patch on. "More or less."

"Well to be honest I'm not quite used to keeping my sex life a secret from people, but if it helps keep your marriage intact, then I'll not say anything."

Ritch kissed my cheek, and then shook my hand, as if having to resume his air of professionalism. I gave him a look at that smile he so yearned to see, earning a chur from dad.

When we were all dressed, A scene similar to that of my honeymoon played out, the poor unfortunate housekeeping lady screaming at the sight of how torn apart the room had become. I laughed so hard it hurt. Ritch asked why I was laughing, and I told him about Sydney. This brought him to laugh as well.

We exited the elevator, and were as of that moment, just father and son, and not the lovers we had been for that week.

Outside, A familiar looking artic fox stood, dressed in a black Adam & Steve adult films T shirt. His hair was slicked back with jell, and his lower body was packed into some rather scrumptious blue jeans. On his feet were some black boots. He stood next to a green Aston Martin. I flocked my way to his side, and saw that it was just whom I thought it was.

"Khris? What the hell are you doing here?!" I said in a pleasant surprise.

Khris didn't regard me with as much enthusiasm. He embraced me in a hug, but didn't seem at all happy. "What, what is it?" I asked.

He frowned and said. "Man, in the week you've been here, things have been happening back at the apartments, you had better get back."

Now it was my time to frown. "What is someone hurt?"

Khris shook his head. "No, physically everyone is okay, but you still need to come down."

I took his advice and slid into the left hand side passenger's seat of the AM. I waved goodbye to Ritch, and buckled myself in.

"What are we dealing with?"

"Fletcher." Khris muttered, his English accent adding a lot of spite to the name.

"Fletcher? But he's dead."

"Yes, that he is, but there is more than one, he is a rabbit you know."

I blinked. "Okay, so there's another Fletcher? I guess that means the ferret twins aren't in charge anymore."

Khris shook his head. "No, they were stripped of their power earlier in the week, and they moved out after the new Fletcher took over the penthouse suite. People have been leaving left and right. I mean, not like a mass exodus, but definitely the tenants aren't happy with what's going on."

"Well what is this rabbit doing?"

"Well for one thing he raised the rent."

I shrugged. "So he raised the rent."

"Yeah but he raised it by almost 20%"

I blinked and suddenly found interest in my clothes. "Well...that certainly puts a damper on the mood."

"Well if you're rent was okay before, now it's just going to suck. Don't be surprised if your rent increases because this Fletcher knows about all of the guys living with you."

"For devils sake...I'm not made of money."

"Nor am I, but this Fletcher definitely has more bite to his bark than the last one."

"Well it seems I'm going to have to meet this new Fletcher and see what he has planned.

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Meanwhile, at the newly renamed Fletcher Provincial Building...

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Alex Fletcher sat behind his desk, hunched over a stack of papers. He hated paperwork, that was Fabian's job, or even Hyckle or Jyckle's job. Alex really didn't have the patience to devote himself to reading and filling out war and peace sized stacks of work to do. He would rather be at poolside, much like he was back in New York. At least the benefit of being in Los Angels now was that he could take advantage of the sun. The unfortunate thing about having moved in to the building of his late brother, was that aside from the aura of bad karma floating around his late brother's death spot, was the mountain of filing and accounting that had to be done.

The funeral was simple, no press, no protesters, nothing. It was just family, in a nice secluded cemetery. Alex hadn't cried in years, but he cried when his goons carried his brother's casket towards his eternal place of rest. He had pawed the coffin, almost in a Steel Magnolias like fit, wishing he could see his brother's face one last time. Since his younger brother's face no longer existed, that wasn't really possible. The inscription on the tombstone read,

"Rest a truly peaceful rest

Michael Fletcher

Beloved brother, born in true blood."

Not many would understand, but the Fletcher brothers, were all inbred. Their parents were brother and sister. Benjamin Fletcher believed in keeping the empire solid, as did his sister. They had 3 children: Alex, Michael, and Patch. Alex was now what he felt, the soul surviving member of his family. Sure Patch was around, but whom wanted him around?

Alex had undergone some strange occurrences since arriving in Los Angeles. He had barely been in town for a week, before he was approached by a mink by the name of Spike. Spike claimed to like the same business that Alex went in for, and the two had been keeping rather close. Even...personally close.

Alex thoughts drifted to spike. The very lean and muscularly cut mink, was a god when naked. Perfect hip bones, thighs, muscular structure, and his tattoos and piercings were an added bonus. Alex thought of his long black greasy hair that wasn't truly greasy, merely carried the façade of being so. Alex remembered their first meeting, where he had barged into the office, and more or less proclaimed himself to be quite a person of importance around town. Alex was skeptical, but as it turned out, the mink had much sway.

The black brief Alex wore under his pinstripe business suit tented slightly, as he squirmed under his desk. Spike wouldn't be by till later in the evening, and he needed release. He hadn't really felt attraction for anyone outside of casual lusts in ages...and Spike just did it for him.

He looked down, and realized his signature on the tc-44 form he was filling out had turned into something resembling a child's menu with ridiculous scrawl all about the page.

"Oops." He said as he looked over to Jyckle, the taller of his two favored bodyguards. "You...go down and find our chesty secretary and fetch me another one of these forms. She'll know what to get - and don't dawdle about it."

The smaller of the two large rabbit guards, took the paper. He took a good look at it, and nodded, as he walked out, leaving Alex alone for the moment.

Alex span around in his chair, and looked over the view of Los Angeles. He didn't like the view much. So much brown, and the palm trees were so tacky. The giant Hollywood sign was an eyesore, and he disapproved of how all the skyscrapers were all huddled together in one mass, unlike New York where they were fairly evenly spread. Here in LA, there were gang bangers, and street thugs; just like in New York but here you really weren't sure if they were only after your wallet. New York had the mafia and Los Angeles had its boss of street crime. It was hard to find anything redeeming about LA.

Well there was Spike, and the appetite they shared for dominating others. Alex loved being in charge. He loved the way that everyone around him called him "boss". It was always "Sure thing boss", or "right away boss" or "I'll get right on that boss.". Alex almost salivated at the sound of people calling him boss, and the sense of pride he carried when he walked the offices he owned. It gave him a harder erection.

"Good god...will you ever stay down?" he asked his privates, knowing that one day they'd betray him at an inopportune time.

The phone rang, and normally Alex wasn't startled by such sounds, but for whatever reason the sound of his phone ringing caught him off guard. There was that, and normally the large chested secretary Mercadies would give him some sort of warning, or at least screen the calls.

Alex picked up the receiver, and said "Alex Fletcher, Owner of Fletcher Provincial how can I help you."

There came a sly thick European accent over the phone, sometimes sounding British, sometimes Scottish, others French or Italian. The voice was a little raspy, but all the while lovely to listen too if you enjoyed it like Alex did. "Ooo so formal...you're hardly so formal when I call your private line."

Alex smiled an evil grin, he knew it was evil in that he had seen all the movie stars make the same grin when they were plotting something. "Well spike I was just thinking about you, and of course I'm more personable to you when I know it's you."

There was a low noise of content, a husky near orgasmic sound. "Excellent. I imagine those briefs of yours are rather tight?"

Alex smirked and tightened the brace on his knee, a distraction from the obvious erection he had. "Oh...they could be."

"Don't lie, liars are never supposed to lie to one another."

"Alright I'm hard as hell, bored as hell, want to kill someone, and sick of being here, and wish you were up here."

There came another low moan over the phone. "Really now? You'd think last time would have been enough."

Alex squirmed. "You know how hot that was, I just want a little more."

"Well, as soon as I deal with some pissant drug pusher here on the lower eastside, I'll be back downtown and in bed before you can blink."

"Well I can blink rather fast."

"Well then don't blink two quickly, I wouldn't want you to miss out on anything."

"Oh I wont."

"My men have spotted the Fox, he was leaving a hotel with the white fox."

Alex reached into his lap drawer, and pulled out a file. It was marked "232". He fished through it. Inside, was a brief with a picture attached, baring the image of just about every resident of apartment 232. He pulled out some pictures of A red fox. Renee Morningstar. They were taken by some sort of private investigator. There was a picture of Renee eating at Pesti's across the street, swimming at the YFCA with a younger fox that must have been his kin, and several with him in the company of a brown rat. Neil...he thought was the name. There were no pictures of a white fox.

"The white fox isn't involved, probably an outside friend, no consequence at the moment."

"Is there a benefit to working on the white one?"

Spike made a long thinking noise. "Doubtful. Lets just let things unfold. Morningstar will be with you shortly, make yourself known...and don't hold back."

"Don't worry, I'll give him a little taste of what's to come..."

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Later...

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I arrived back at my home to see that in the week that I had been gone, indeed everything had been turned upside down. What was the Churchill Estates, was now the Fletcher Provincial Building. And waiting for me were a few of the residents that I had seen in the time that I had lived there.

Mrs. Muckleburger, an old German gal from way back whom I had always suspected to be secretly related to Gustov, Mr. Doolittle whom was the old man the old Fletcher had pushed over that one afternoon, Lance the bear...I wasn't sure what he did for a living but I think it had something to do with plumbing with the way his pants always sagged. Last of course there was my guys. Rowdy, Neil, Chong, and Sparky were all hanging around out front. Asher was still up north in Portland with his father, otherwise he probably would have been there.

I stepped out of the car, and Khris bid me farewell, as he drove off to their house in the hills. I blinked, and walked over to the lot of them. "What the blazes is going on? Some sort of block party?"

Rowdy laughed cynically. "If this is a party, then I'd hate to see what a rave is like."

"Aye, I have to agree. This stinks." Neil muttered. Neil wore a strong frown on his face that brightened to a small smile when he saw me. I walked over and gave him a hug and chaste kiss, before looking around.

"Hey, don't keep a fox in the dark. I've been away for a week, and it seems the whole universe has been turned inside out for some of 'yall. It'd help me a lot if you'd just tell me what the frick'n frack is going on here."

Chong, who for all his efforts, was still going through withdrawal symptoms. It would take him years to be "normal" again. "Hey Ne-Ne, it's been bad esse. This new fletcher guy is a real loco vato..."

I had really missed something, Chong was beginning to use Spanish slang. I hadn't heard him talk like that since we first met. It was interesting. His voice was regaining that nice tone that Spanish males had when they speak both languages very well.

"Okay, that's what Khris was telling me, that there's a new Fletcher in town, what's this guy like?"

Sparky shrugged. "Arrogant...egotistical...self-centered but not half the coward his brother was."

I licked my lips. Great. "Okay, so we have to deal with an even bigger walking penis."

"Hate to agree with you on that hun, but I have to. The man is incorrigible, a regular snake."

I looked to the other's out there, and regarded them. "What are you guys doing out here?"

Mr. Doolittle shrugged. "Was just talking to your roommates here about this new guy. So far he hasn't done anything to me, he even apologized for my brother's behavior."

I blinked, a Fletcher apologize? That was a hard pill to swallow. "And you Mrs. Muckleburger?"

She spoke no English, and rambled on in thick sorted german. Having worked with Gustov, I was familiar with most of what she said. It translated into Fletcher is a jerk whom wears funny looking clothes and disrespects people. And that was after sorting through German curse words.

Rowdy walked over to me, and placed his hands on my hips. My heart leapt as he gripped me tight and kissed me firm on the lips. I meeped, but kissed back, I had never been so manhandled by Rowdy in public before. When he was done, he set me down, and took a deep breath. "You have no clue...how long I've needed that."

I blinked. "I can only Imagine. Remember when Asher gets back you'll get all sorts of nookie."

Rowdy shook his head. "I don't even know if he'll be in the mood. He's been very moody lately."

"Can you blame him? Dude lost his eyes." Sparky chimed in. "Don't know how sexy I'd feel."

Rowdy shot him a glance, and the cheetah found it convenient to talk to Neil about the power steering on his racer. Good man.

"I don't know Ne...I don't know. I mean we were SO close...we were so tender, so passionate. I mean we had to make the bed every morning just so we could tear it apart every night. You know how that goes."

I stole a glance at Neil, and drooped my ears in a rare embarrassed glance. "Uh huh..."

"Well Ne, it's like this. Asher's put the whole thing on hold cause he doesn't know how comfy he feels being in a relationship after everything that's happened."

I nodded. Part of me thought Asher was being childish, the other half of me thought that Asher was behaving normally for someone that had been through such a trauma. I doubt I'd behave much differently if I had lost the ability to see and walk in one night. Rowdy's powerful blackball hands stayed wrapped around my slender waist. In times past, when Rowdy and I used to fuck quite regularly I was always afraid he'd break me. Childish it may be, but I'm serious, I was deathly afraid he could snap my spine with one missed hump. Now it makes me laugh when I think about riding that fuck-log of his. I mean, if you wanted BIG and LONG, and slap you across the face and raise welts kind of cock Rowdy was by far your man. I pulled myself closer, and felt that sausage pressed against his trainers laying against my leg. I had to behave, otherwise my own little friend would come knocking for someone to play with.

I pulled back and said. "Rowdy, just calm down, I'm sure everything will work out."

Rowdy bit his lip and said. "That's what you said the night..." he couldn't bear to finish the sentence, but I knew he meant the night it all happened. I had said that everything should be fine, and like then I meant it. I didn't see how worrying about things would have made a difference or found Asher any faster. Same in this case, how would dreading the aspect of a possible break-up make the relationship any firmer? I'd been down that alleyway before and hated to see Asher standing anywhere near that threashold. "Now, how about we all step inside?"

Rowdy nodded. Chong tapped me on the tail, and I turned to regard him. "Renee, Hombre Loco upstairs wants to see you though, he wants a meeting with you."

I didn't like the sounds of this. "Why?"

They all shook their heads. Neil answered. "He wants a private meeting with you as soon as you returned. We found out you were going to be here today, so we wanted to be out here to greet you and warn you."

I smiled and gave Neil another hug. "It's alright. Neil, I wanted to ask you something, how about after all this is done, you and I go to a club or something? We haven't had a Date in months."

Neil chuckled. "Well you've been busy with family business."

I drooped my ears big-time. "Y-yeah...well how about Diablo's Den? It's new, edgy, and a good old fashioned techno bar."

Neil shook his butt as if he was about to dance. "Oooo a Raver bar. I should drop a few pounds before I waddle my fatass in there."

Rowdy grinned from ear to ear. "Yeah Neil, we can get you on my workout regeme. We'll get you up at 5 am, do a 2K run, then have a high protein breakfast, then do some weights, then some swimming, more weights, a 1K run, polish it off with some more weights dinner and a hot fuck."

Neil looked like he was going to be sick. "I'll take the breakfast, dinner and the hot fuck if you don't mind, you can keep the rest. I mean, come on, I'm only a 44 inch waist, I'm not huge now."

Rowdy smirked and patted Neil's white curly locks of hair. "Sure... you keep telling yourself that...fatty."

Neil grumbled, but then laughed when Rowdy playfully tickled him. Neil limp-wrist slapped his hands and shrieked in laughter. I myself had to chuckle as I decided to head upstairs to change.

The apartment hadn't changed much since I left. It was a little more organized. Jicenta and Sparky's couch still occupied the center of the room, and their things settled on the far wall. My room had been cleaned, and all my satanic stuff piled up nicely on the shelves. In fact, I think I noticed a few new pentacle pendants hanging off the hook on my door. My son, had moved into my room. We shared the bed on nights I wasn't with Neil, otherwise he slept in the enormous bed by himself. Asher and Rowdy's room had pretty much been emptied, as they were going to get their own apartment down the hall, and Chong was settling into it. He had never had his own room before really. And of course, the house dog was happy to see me...tail wagging and sheath plump.

I wasn't in the mood to play, but I may have been kind enough to give him a paw later. With Cyric at school, I took the time to change. I grabbed some black dress slacks, a black silk button-up shirt, and tied my hair back in a French braid. I decided to go barefoot this evening. I grasped a few of the new pentacles, and saw a veriety of new designs. Jicenta must have got them for me. There was a metal inverted pentacle with the books of the LeVey bible written on it in runes, a black and silver inverted cross, and a couple new Baphomets. It was a pleasant surprise. I threw a few of those on, and flicked my earings before heading out. Neil was sitting on my couch. He called me over.

"Renee? Can I ask you something?"

I nodded. "Course baby, what's on your mind?"

Neil scratched his nose in thought. "Did you see a mink across the street? Kind of gothic looking? Almost like one of your people?"

My people? If by that he meant Satanist... "Can't say that I did."

Neil shook his head. "I could have swore there was this mink over at Pesti's, just staring at you. I mean, it was really kind of creepy."

I blinked and shrugged. I loved how tight my pants were, and I wasn't wearing any underwear - not that this information affected what I was thinking about. "Love, I really didn't notice, and some Goths don't like me cause they think I'm just lipstick. I'm all about Satan through and through."

Neil nodded. "And sometimes that's a big turn on. Nice outfit."

I smirked. "I wanted to make an impression."

Neil's eyes widened behind his glasses. "Oh you'll make an impression alright. If he doesn't get his eye put out by that fine fanny of yours."

I shrugged and licked his nose. "Alright alright, next time I'll wear something a little tighter."

We laughed, as I headed out the door.

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The door to Alex Fletcher's office opened, and a fat squat rabbit with thick glasses and balding waddled his way into the room. His suit was adequate, but for all intents and purposes was possibly one of the most shabby suits that anyone had ever seen. It was alternating shades of brown, on alternating shades of brown with a lime green tie and topped off with saddle shoes. It was almost as if he should have been a college professor or a used car salesman before he'd be the loyal helper of Alex Fletcher.

"Um...mista Alex sir? Dat guy Mr. Morningstar you wanted is here to see you. What should I do?"

Alex, not looking up from his paperwork, a little less tense after taking a private moment in the rest-room looked over at the assistant. "Please try to work on your pronunciation, you sound like Don Delouse and it's waning on my patience."

Fabian fumbled with his tie, and stared at the ground. "Y-yessir, I'll try..it's just my accent and all..."

"And that stuttering has to go too. How well does it bode for my intelligence if I allow myself to have assistants that can't even speak correctly?"

Fabian's eyes widened, and he increased his grip upon his tie a bit tighter. "I-I...I S-studdah when I-I'm f-flustered Mr. Alex sir..." The rabbit simpered.

Alex raised an eyebrow, the first hint that he was actually giving Fabian more than half his attention. "Flustered? Have I given you something to be flustered about? I certainly can - for instance the fact that Mr. Morningstar is still waiting out in the hallway and I'd prefer not to leave him in the presence of Heckyl & Jeckyl for more than a nanosecond."

Fabian snapped to attention as if struck with a whip and nodded, his bushy fat-cat grandpa like mustache bristling as he said nothing and hurried himself out of the room. Alex made a joke in his head about the sound barrier being broken due to an object that large moving that fast. It brought him to a chuckle.

"Last time I saw him move that fast was when the 'hot and fresh' sign came on at Krispy Keremes."

In less than a moment, the doors opened again, and were soon closed behind, I stepped through, having been led through by a fat and balding rabbit. The disconcerting thing for me were the two big lummoxes guarding the front door...It was doubtful that Rowdy could take even one of them on, let alone two.

The office was converted out of the old penthouse that the incestuous ferret twins lived in. Where the bed was, Alex's desk now occupied, what was the office was now the bedroom. The kitchen had been dismantled, and the bathroom had been worked into what looked like a large side walk-in closet. The windows still had that marvelous near panoramic view of downtown LA.

Alex stood a few inches shorter than me, and that's saying something. Rowdy is a wolf, and wolves are tall assholes. I'm a tall fox cause of my long legs and lengthy body. He as a rabbit had much of the same thing going for him. I go about 6-8, and he went about 6-4. It wasn't often I actually got to look people in the eye that much, with Neil sitting at about my chest level, and my son at navel level.

Alex to me seemed implicitly dressed for success, in his fine dress suit and tie. The Fletcher I knew did have a flare for looking nice, however this Alex guy was right up there. Unlike his brother, Alex was thin from what I could see, and possibly had some bulk under those clothes that I was unaware of. I created that illusion sometimes, with my clothes on I could look like a pansy unless I wore nothing at all - dad too. Perhaps he was like dad, a hidden garden of muscle.

Unlike Fletcher of old, Alex let his ears stand up properly. His hair was well kept and slicked back, and his lips shone their black shine. His eyes, of anyone I had ever met, had the hardest and coldest eyes I had ever seen. Damian LeVey of the church of Satan had kinder eyes than this Alex. No, it wasn't as if Alex was casting me a death-beam gaze, but his eyes had that malevolence behind them that I didn't want to fuck with for some reason.

"Renee Morningstar-Simonsen, also known as Renee Kubrik if I am correct?" He spoke, looking directly at me, looking me in the eyes even. His voice was very masculine, not deep and butch, but something that slaps you like a penis across the face that tells you its male.

I blinked at his question, and nodded. "Y-yeah. I'm Renee Kub- I mean Morningstar..." I answered.

"No, you were going to say Kubrik, and now you want to know how I know that don't you?"

I blinked again. So Alex was going to play the "whip it out" game with me already? Something was definitely up here. "Yeah, so what. I'm Renee Kubrik by birth, had my name legally changed to Morningstar then tagged on Simonsen since the wedding. And yeah, it would be nice to know how in gay hell you know that."

Alex's black lips moved, almost like a cat that was adjusting its haunches as if it was preparing a couch, or almost like a snake uncoiling to wrap itself around you and constrict the very life out of you. "I have my sources. My sources tell me a lot about you Mr. Mornigstar, or shall I call you Ne-Ne?"

I started to tell him what he could call me, but then I stopped in my tracks. "Okay...what's the deal?"

Alex made a noise that resembled a snicker, it cut me like salted glass. "No deal yet. I'm just showing you I'm not dumb like my younger brother was. Renee, think about it and please do humor me while I'm at it, because it's hilarious that I a rabbit is outsmarting the fox. Think about it...how hard is it really to find information on you in this day and age? In years past you really had to tap resources...call people...possibly even do a little private investigating. Now, it's all point and click. Renee, you were one Google search away. I typed in your name, and viola - you spread eagled getting mounted by a minx."

I licked my lips. He HAD whipped it out, and he did have a big dick so far, and by the way he was talking he was just limp. "And?"

"Well I already knew you were a star of screen, but after my google search, I found out how many screens you've starred on."

"So?"

"...So...in addition to all of this, my sources also told me that you still own and operate a martial arts facility as the headmaster there. You teach LGBT youth. Well, surely you've thought to yourself how dangerous it could be if parents of this school discovered their children were being taught by a pervert?"

I folded my arms across my chest, which normally meant I was meaning business and narrowed my eyes. "Considering how I don't market that stuff that much, and it's mainly an inter-community sales thing, I wasn't too worried about this getting out. Some asshole going out and waving it in their faces, that has occurred to me."

Alex smirked a bit wider, the large panther that was his lips hunching lower, the pounce imminent. "Come on, if I Google searched you that easily, what is to stop some kid...a fan even from just casually looking for pictures of you one day? And then...woe be to him when he clicks on a link for 'muddy fuck 2'."

I pointed a finger but kept my arms crossed. "Parental settings I'd hope, otherwise I have no clue. And for the record, I was in muddy fuck 3...I was late for the casting call of 2."

Alex mimicked me and mocked me and said. "You want a cookie?" Sarcastically. "No one cares about your erotic films, no one gives a damn about your teaching skills. No one cares you're a devoted husband and father...no one cares about all of that."

I narrowed further. "And I suppose you're going to tell me about what people do care about?"

Alex nodded. "Correct. Three things, Entertainment, Money, and Survival. We all want to be entertained, and we often need money to become entertained, and at the same time need to survive. But, how this pertains to you is because you're a movie star, that's all people care about. I know you made a healthy sum off of that flick...quite a lot from what I understand of your payroll at Adam & Steve."

"Hey asshole I made an honest buck working for the dojo too."

Alex shrugged. "Again, who cares about some puny underfunded, and undermanaged dojo that teaches queer kids? Is that going to entertain them? Nah...it's certainly not going to make them money...and it definitely won't help them survive."

"And you'll be getting to you're point when? Not that this speech isn't good but I don't have all night."

Alex shook his head. "Rome was not built in a day, you'll hear me out cause it's in your best interest to listen to me. Now as I was about to say - you made a lot of money and gained a lot of fame. These people around you...maybe not your roommates but definitely these people here in this building and now moreover these students, all want your attention cause you're a star. You're entertaining to them, you're a walking show. You command a lot of respect with them."

"Okay so what's going on?"

Alex tapped his lips a couple of times and then shook his rabbit tail. "Alright I'll explain it your way for a moment, this is obviously being lost upon you. Renee, I want you to know that I plan on demolishing this old building...tearing it right to the ground. It's your job to convince the residents of this building that it is their best interest's to comply with the tenant relocation program I have planned."

My eyes stopped being narrowed, and I unfolded my arms, I was taken aback. "What?"

Alex nodded. "You heard me, or perhaps your ears don't work so well? Last time my sources told me you had excellent hearing. Anyway, I'll explain again. Brother bought this old building on a whim, and on a terrible whim at best. He lacked business sense, lacked real brains, but damnit he was my brother and I still loved him. Despite all that, buying this old pile of brick and rusty pipes was a bad move. I mean, didn't your friend the Fennic once say he only stayed in here for the rent?"

Actually he may have been right just then, most of all that just went over my head, but I did hear that last part. "How in the...did you know that?"

Alex tapped his head. "Sources. I have eyes and ears all over this city, and finding out information past or present is all so very easy."

I bit my lip. "So you're going to tear this building down...then what?"

"My corporation has no official headquarters here in Los Angeles. It's a virgin market for my businesses, and despite a few minor footholds I have here in the city it's crucial to me that I have a place I can truly hold my business. If I take this ground, and use it to build a new corporate headquarters for my company, my stockholders will not have to worry about coming to a dank and disgusting apartment building for their meetings."

I blinked and wiped my paws on my pants. "Well if you're so rich, how do I factor into this, really?"

"Alright here's what you're going to do, and what I'm going to do when you cooperate. First, you're going to tell these peons here that in 90 days from the end of the week, I am going to blow this building to kingdom come, and tear it to bits. You are going to tell them because they love you that way, that joining my tenant relocation program is a good idea rather than leaving them up to their own devices. You're also going to give my corporate logo, your personal endorsement. After that I am going to tear this place down, build my place, and enjoy my life and let you enjoy yours once again."

"And if I don't?" I asked, hinting at a threat that I wasn't. Hell if they couldn't hold me at Von Barton's then I didn't really hold him as much of a threat.

"Simple, I ship coppies of your pornos to all of your student's parents for starters. That will snowball and be all over the media, and make people uncomfortable about you. People will no longer buy your smut so you cant work there anymore, and you definitely wont land any movie roles. You'll be finished."

I shrugged. "You can fuck me over all you want, I still got my friends."

Alex winked. "That's another thing I have in mind, but I'll get to that. Renee, I can not only fuck over you, but I can fuck over all your friends. One at a time."

"How?"

"Oh I have my ways, but rest assured...I'd make life a living hell for that druggie friend of yours. That pedophile race car driver and his pill popping lover will be out of a job and even further blacklisted. That blackball player did something rather nasty back in Portland I'm sure he doesn't want to get out. And of course, wouldn't it be an even bigger blow to the already crippled pizza man if I revealed his big secret to the blackball player? I have so many cards to play Renee, and you've got so few."

I sighed. "Why do you want me to do this so badly?"

Alex began to walk, slowly in a pace back and forth about the area of the desk. The desk was where the bed once was, which was actually in the center of the room. What normall people considered a living room, was actually the bedroom of this penthouse. It was on a sunken dais, and he moved about with a slight creak when he stepped. I thought some sort of brace or something. I made a note of it.

"Business Renee is like a Lego set. When you start off in life, you have very few blocks to do anything with, a little of this and a little of that. As you grow up and start to become an adult, you see what chance that little tower you're starting to build has of becoming bigger. Everything you do in life, effects how many blocks or little figurines you have. Another ally, another figurine, a friend gets you another figurine, a lover or spouse gets you more blocks and figurines. The better you get at handling money and finance, the more blocks come your way. As you accumulate wealth and power that tower grows. In short Renee, I have a lot of Legos in my tower, and I want more. Here I have this itty bitty tower that's small compared to the others I have, but if I were to destroy it, and rebuild it in a different way, I could earn more blocks and figurines than before. But now wrap your mind around this one. Imagine if I had a certain figurine that everyone else wanted, but no one else could have, and this figurine could only be made available through my company? Oh...my business would grow so much faster. Then like dominoes, the wolf would fallow suit and I'd have him...then the Cheetah. After that who knows? But by then my tower will have grown and definitely have got people's attention."

After all that, all I could do was scratch my head, and stifle an outright fart. It was bullshit, but he was right. He wanted me under his corporate thumb so he could make money off my name and likeness, use me as a draw. He figured the guys would go along if I did, and if I didn't he'd fuck me over and possibly the others. He continued talking.

"We all do bad things Renee, which brings me to my next point. Renee, I think you're rather attractive for a male. Oh yes no need to be startled, unlike my brother I don't hide that I like men. I hate women with a passion and take great pleasure in murdering them. I mean that literally. I love to rape them, torture them, and kill them. But so what? You have no evidence of this? But what I would like you to do for me as an added incentive for me not to simply evict everyone in the building anyway and leave them to fend for themselves would be to...sleep with me."

My jaw dropped. "You want me...to sleep with your ass? Bitch please..." I said snapping my fingers.

Alex lifted an eyebrow. "Then I can tell the tenants of this building that you agreed and endorse my decision to demolish the building and leave them homeless. Renee, something of a hint...I own the Real-Estate companies here in Los Angeles...it would be nearly impossible for them to find a new home without my guiding hands. How would they feel if they knew you fucked them over?"

I wanted to mouth off, I wanted to cuss him out, but for the life of me, for the very first time ever in my life I felt utterly and totally defeated. Me legs, trained from years of martial arts and workouts, gave from underneath me as I fell flat on my ass in a startled stupor. "I...I..."

Alex grinned a Cheshire like grin from ear to ear. "I know, hard to fight when you have no ammunition. Renee I'll be even blunter if that's at all possible. No matter what you do, you're screwed in some way shape or form. Best thing for you to do is to comply. Like the TV show once said, resistance is futile. The difference of what you do from this moment on effects what happens either to you, or to everyone."

I couldn't talk. It actually took me a minute before I could speak again. "What's my best options to obey?"

"Your best options would be to sign me rights to your name, and likeness. You will endorse my company, and promote my relocation program to the tenants here. You'll tell your friends how good of a man I am...emphasize that. Last you will report to me when I page you for sexual favors. You complete these things, and keep the moans groans gripes and complaints to a minimum, then you will have the best results possible on my end and the least troubles. Failure to comply fucks somebody over...and it can all be very bad Renee."

I stood, and slowly walked over to him. For a moment, we were face to face, I was shaking so horribly, that what I was about to do was not quite as strong as I could have hoped. I reared back and gave him the strongest slap I could muster, and yet it was nothing more than a mere annoyance by the looks of it. "Bastard." I cursed.

"Actually, I'm inbred if you must know...technically not a bastard as my parents were legally married as well. I believe the word you were looking for was Asshole? And I hope you enjoyed that slap, it's the only free shot on me you're ever getting." He hissed as he rubbed his cheek and pressed a button to the intercom. "Boys, our guest and I have concluded our business for now, see to it that he is shown the door politely, as he will be returning tomorrow for more negotiations."

"You son of a..."

Alex held up a finger. "I hate women with a passion, but my mother was a good woman. Not as good as dad but who cares. You will cancel all plans for tomorrow and as of...two pm I expect you to be in here, and butt naked and ready for sex. Understood?"

I said nothing.

"Alright then. Tomorrow you will sign the paperwork, your first carnal favor will be immediately following. Now go and get back to your life, and get the hell out of my office."

"Gladly..." I muttered, though it was rather weak I must say considering how I was trying to sound tuff and not cry at the same time.

* * *

The Next Day

* * *

I went to bed that night and didn't say a word to anyone, not even my own son. Everyone knew that something was up, but I just wanted to be left alone. I didn't want to associate with anyone I loved, for fear that I might be some kind of tainted poison now. I was a disease to my friends. Much like Superman when he took on Conduit, all my friends were in the line of fire, and it was doubtless that no one would make it out of this unscathed.

I wanted to sleep in, but I didn't want to press my luck with this newfound evil. It was rather interesting now that I thought of it, I thought I was evil in a way, but Fletcher was...unfathomable. I awoke and stared at the pentacle I had painted into the ceiling, and had the thought that Alex must be the devil. It was a daunting thought, because here I thought I was worshiping the devil all along when he truly was just a few floors away.

The only one home that morning was Sparky, he was lounging in his briefs on the couch, watching the results of his last race he had participated in. He didn't win, but 3rd place isn't anything to piss on. You could pick out his car in the running, the rainbow colored car with the big PFLAG written on the sides. It was unique advertisement I've always said, but publicity weather it was negative or positive is still publicity.

"Morning handsome." Sparky said in a friendly voice. On any other day I would have obliged and probably pounced him and given him some of that mornin' lovin', but now I had to save myself. Alex had mentioned before I left that he wanted me at full capacity for what we were going to do. It was such a waste of good sperm.

"Hey...where is everyone?"

Sparky sat up and scratched his eyes. He had been loosing weight and putting on a lot more muscle; it was rather cute to see him so athletic...even if auto-racing wasn't REALLY a sport. Course Jicenta and his pit-crew would say otherwise, you still couldn't convince me really if you tried. "Well Neil is at work, Cyric is at school, Chong is out with Lt. Mitchell on a date in little Mexico, Jicentia is on his way to Pensacola to check on the car for the race later this month, and Rowdy's at BlackBall practice."

I nodded, and walked to the kitchen. "That's good...I guess."

Sparky stretched a long feline stretch. If I wasn't previously engaged, I'd say that was the single-handed most sexy thing that he had ever done in front of me. He then moved over to me and wrapped his arms around my back, and spooned with me. "Something's up, and I want you to talk to me about it, please."

I leaned back against Sparky's loving grasp, but shook my head. "It's not that simple, it's something I really can't talk about."

Sparky's hands rubbed my tummy gently, over my navel ring and lightly over my naked pectorals. "Renee, since when have we kept secrets from one another? I thought that day of the quake we agreed that there'd be no more secrets between all of us...that if something was bothering us we were going to share it."

Sparky was right, damn it. We had spent that post-orgy time playing the secret game, and had agreed that we were all to share secrets so we could all help one another out. However, this was something I still couldn't say. His own future hung in the balance of my compliance, and the last thing I wanted was to fuck everything up by stepping out of line. No, for this I needed to break the promice.

"Sparky, I love you a lot, but I'm afraid I just cant tell you what's going on. It's too personal, and I don't want you involved."

His hands held me tighter...oh how I longed to be held like this...it was just what I needed, but erstwhile the last thing I wanted, because it wasn't like I could do anything about it. "Renee, please. I told you about the whole babysitting thing. Please tell me what's going on cause you've been moping around since yesterday."

I nodded. "Yes I have. I got some disturbing personal news, and I'm just dealing with it in my own way. When the time comes, I promise I'll tell you. For now, I just need to take care this myself."

Sparky began to grind his maleness against me, and I can't deny that it didn't excite me. I sighed and looked back. "Don't think I'm going to let you get away with not telling me. I'm going to be right on you until you say what's on your mind."

I whimpered and looked back, down the line of my own body as I started to bend forward. I had to stop. "Sparky...I know, but we...we can't play today."

Sparky raised an eyebrow and pulled me back to a stand. "Well you're sure as hell confusing me, because with the way you're cuddling back up against me I was sure you'd love a good morning romp."

I started to tear up and I turned around and threw my arms around him. I let go and just cried against him. I loved Sparky so much I couldn't bear what was happening. "I...I can't...I just can't anymore."

Sparky blinked and took his hands off of me and just held me in a chaste manner. When I couldn't be there any longer I broke off from his grasp, and reluctantly went to my room to dress, throwing on a fishnet shirt and some tear-away pants and ran out the door with the scant clad Sparky calling after me. For whatever reason, he didn't come after me, but did stand in the doorway, more confused than ever.

I headed upstairs, taking the elevator. Once more, I thanked my luck that I didn't get stuck in it again. I preceded towards Fletcher's office once more, the enormous rabbit bodyguards blocking the door. I wondered if they ever did the comical act of both trying to squeeze through the door at the same time. Perhaps, if Fletcher was so goddamn rich, he would widen the doors.

Then I remembered he was going to demolish this building anyway...

Fuck.

"You got an appointment?" The one to the left asked. He looked like he could probably chew up nails and shit out quarters...I really did doubt even my kicks would do anything if he wanted to throw down.

"Yes...Fletcher wanted to see me..."

The pair looked at one another, and the Cheshire grins that followed, were not a good sign. "Course he does. Boss has been talking about some pansy little fox he was going to make an example out of...and you certainly seem like pansy to me."

I frowned. If I couldn't kick their asses, at least I could outsmart them. "And you look like the proud example of what a 3 grade education produces."

I guessed the one named Hyckle or however they pronounce it, loomed in on me. "Are you trying to get wise with me?"

I shrugged. "Not much trying going on."

The pair of them moved in on me, and surrounded me. Even at two with their size it was easy for them to surround me. I could see one of them reaching into his jacket, and caught a gleam of brass. Knuckles I supposed. The pair cornered me as best as they could, and before I knew it, I received a punch to the ribs.

No...a punch to the ribs wouldn't be accurate...it felt more like Richard Petty crashing a stock car into my chest at 400 miles per hour. The brass knuckles certainly added a bit of flavor to the already painful punch. I don't think I had felt anything like it. Even with my training and the fact I knew it was coming, it still drove my air from my body. I doubled over, clutching my waist, and coughed and sputtered, trying to get my lungs to inflate once more. I had almost drawn breath, when a second punch came down across my spine. This felt almost like the good old ACME safe being dropped on my back...perhaps that would have hurt less.

I don't know how long I laid there, unsure how to lie with my back and chest hurting like hell, but it couldn't have been long. The pair muttered their praises to one another, giving me the occasional boot to the ribs to keep me down. I was reminded of being back in Boarding school....being utterly helpless...

"What are you to doin?!" Came a voice from just over my head. A pair of rather nice gothic boots stepped around my head. I didn't look up, cause it kind of hurt. "Goddamnit, I told you two no matter what he says, you show em in. If he gives ya lip, ya take it...if Alex sees his goods like this...you both are gonna end up the same way...ya get me?" came a voice almost like that Kano dude from the first mortal combat movie - thick, British or Aussie. Having fucked several Brits, the accents kind of grow on me.

"But...he was getting smart with us."

The voice sounded more bitter and cynical than I'd ever heard. "Everyone is smarter than you, you're not paid to think. You're paid to keep Mr. Fletcha safe...not meddle in his affairs less he tells you to. You understand? Or do I need to write it out in crayon?"

There came stifled mumbles from the giant rabbits, and I think I regained the use of a lung...course I could have been on mars for all I knew at that point. A hand righted me, and my chest filled with air again. The pair of Rabbits had stepped aside, and standing before me, wearing a black fishnet shirt, black silk over shirt, and tight blue jeans, was a white mink. His hair was dyed Red and black, and fell freely about his face and shoulders. In a way, he seemed like a mirror image of me...just as gothic in dress and style and even in body. We stood eye to eye, and I knew in an instant he hated my guts. It didn't take genius to figure that one out.

"Right. Are you alright fox?" He asked, lacking sincerity. I nodded and he then pointed to the door behind him. "Then get in there. Alex is waiting. He's not one to be kept waiting." He said as he stepped aside.

I shuffled my way past the three of them, to feel the door slam behind me. Thankfully I had my tail out of the way as the door was slammed. Inside, Alex stood near the door of what he was using for his bedroom, merely a dark outline of a lapine in the dim lit room. It is like those cartoons when the figure is off in the shadows and the only part you can see is their eyes...all I could see of Alex was his narrowed eyes.

"So, you decided to go through with it after all?" Alex said more as a statement rather than a question.

"Like you left me much choice." I said placing my hands on my hips and tossing my hair back. "I want you to realize, that when this is all said and done, you're going to hell and when Im-"

Alex held out a hand to silence me, his brownish fur standing out in the dim light the room held, the curtains to the windows drawn closed. "Don't patronize me, and don't waste your breath. We're both going to hell alright, but for different reasons. Whereas I understand the true nature of the beast, you're off in your own jaded little world...unaware of the true evil that lurk in this universe. Now...you're here to perform the duties I had required of you, and I think we'll start with a simple task today..."

I blinked. "Simple?"

He nodded. "Yes...I don't require much today, but...I think a simple blow and romp will work for me."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh will it? Peachy."

Alex hissed and stepped out of the darkness. If it wasn't the fact that I loathed every fiber of his body, I might have been turned on. He stood wearing a simple bikini breef speedo, and nothing else. The speedo had a wonderful cockpouch, that was hugged and stretched rather wonderfully. It meant that he definitely had a full organ, and was more than what I suspected a rabbit to be. He had a heavily scarred left knee, and from the looks of it the scars were surgical. He probably had some sort of bad injury that had to be worked on. Otherwise he had a body that was worthy of admiration; he had strong abs, modest yet pronounced pectorals, and a good set of legs - then again rabbits always have good legs.

"Well, I think since today I'm looking to satisfy my urges rather than anything else, a bed won't be required."

"Nice to know."

Fletcher motioned me towards the desk, where I reluctantly went. "Kneel." He said, gesturing to the floor in front of his desk. I did as he told me to, kneeling on the spot he pointed to. He hopped up and sat on the desk in front of my face. The bulge sagged a bit more, I was guessing he had rather large testicles or just a large shlong. Again, so poised to something I normally would have devoured such an offering of meat with complete relish.

Alex then gripped my face, and pulled me hard into his crotch. On most men, they normally smell of their own scent, ball funk, sexual pheromones and other odors. I couldn't smell any of that on him. I could only smell the distinct smell of the mesh fabric, and perhaps the smell of fur and skin. His cologne he wore helped mask his natural smells I gathered, some kind of Brut, or Stetson kind of cologne...something that just said "I'm better than you."

The most ironic part was despite having years of experience on this particular playing field I was shit out of luck on what to do. I had no clue if he was intent on grinding my face, ripping the earrings out of my ears or what. Sad to say it was one of the few times I wanted guidance and for someone to tell me what they wanted. But, I figured to go with what I did best.

I closed my eyes and nuzzled against the attractive package, doing everything in my power to imagine anyone else. The only one that had a body like this was Jicentia, so I imagined him. A tall strapping and attractive otter, wearing just a swim garment...ohh so attractive. That was the image I wanted in my mind, though, as angry as I was at the rabbit he wasn't bad looking at all. I continued to push my muzzle back and forth, feeling those sperm filled sacs move against my mouth and nose. They were bigger than I thought. I could feel he had a sheath, and it was partially swollen. Hmm...Find the good, indulge...

I opened my mouth, and allowed the cockbulge to fill my mouth. The scrotum filled it, hidden behind the swim garment's fabric, but still there. It was warm, and almost throbbing. He hadn't got off in a while by my guess, or a matter of hours with how hot his scrotum was. I sucked gently, pulling and tugged, letting the babyjuice factories fill my mouth. Alex let out a small groan, and wrapped his hand in my hair, holding my face even harder against his crotch. I could feel his cock growing rock hard against my nose, and I was actually intimidated. I mean, I'm no boy when it comes to my cock, and dad is big...the next biggest I know without being an equine was Rowdy...well this fucker was packing heat.

I nursed, and sucked, and pulled and rolled the concealed scrotum in my mouth, trying to get into it. "Come on Renee, I thought Foxes are naturally good at sex." He stabbed. I groaned and pushed him back gently, spitting the bulge out of my mouth, having the strong aftertaste of my own spit, his sweat, and nylon on my tongue. He laid back, but had a perfectly understandable face of warning. I hooked my hands into the speedo, and pealed it down. I was shocked.

Alex did have the biggest cock I'd ever seen on a prey-type of man. I lost count after 7 inches, it had to have been 10 inches, maybe 11. It went past his belly button, and laid there like a snake coiled to strike. It was so thick and massive I didn't know weather to stroke it or shake it's hand and ask for it's autograph. While I had no doubt it'd fit in my throat and ass (definitely my ass...go figure my ass would be more accommodating.), I was still more than shocked that someone that represented prey, could have such a predatory sex organ.

"Now, from my research I know you love sucking cock, and as you can see I have plenty to suck. Now...get started."

He leaned out and gripped my hair at once and pulled down, rubbing his cock against my cheeks. It slapped and swathed, and was kind of nice. Now I could smell the smells: musk, sex, sperm...moist swet...flesh. It was as if a switch had been turned on in my brain. I was able to forget that Alex was a complete and utter git, and could focus on what I needed to do, and begin to feel the want. I began to feel the desire to do what he wanted. I turned my face sideways, and gripped the male meat in my teeth, it was slick with his natural lubricants, and was strong...pungent and was like crystal meth to me. I held the cock there, and grazed my teeth across the flesh, earning a slap to the back of my head "Watch the teeth!" he warned. I liked teeth-jerking, oh well.

I spat the cock out and held my hands on the desk. I wondered if anyone in the taller towers could see into the office - but then again who cares, it's not as if anyone hasn't seen me naked or fucking before. I adjusted my face, and without using my hands, I corralled the head into my lips. I was immediately met with the coppery/salty flavor of Alex's cock, and was greeted with the mess of black curly pubic fur surrounding the base. He was so masculine, so butch, It was annoyingly fulfilling. There came a gentle squirt of precum into my muzzle, giving me the crème like salty flavor of his sexjuice.

"Get started."

I wasn't one to disobey, especially with everything to loose. At least he had chosen sex, if it was anything else I might have been really fucked. Sex I'm very good at, martial arts...I'm above average. As far as anything else goes, I'm either par or below. I could see it, as I started to suck the monster cock, getting about ¾'s in before having to relax, that Alex would give me some task that I truly wasn't good at. "Build me a building..." or "Mud Wrestle a pig!" or "Program my VCR..." or "Hack into the pentagon's mainframe." or even "Balance a checkbook.". Those tasks would probably have killed me. However, ask me to make you cum 3 times in an hour? That I could do.

I rose and fell upon the shaft, letting it slide against my palate and cheeks and tongue. I felt him precum in the back of my throat, I'd forgotten how often Vulpines precum, like canines they are almost constantly cumming. I had to let my mouth fill every so often, and swallow, so I could continue my task of oral sex, without the worry of drowning. Boy, that would be an epitaph for me: "He died, drowning in his favorite meal."

Alex's grip on my hair tightened, and he began to slide his cock in and out, giving me a piston-like sensation in my mouth, his head gliding over my tongue and the roof of my mouth. He left a trail of precum with each glide of course, his phallus throbbing with the advent of a potential orgasm. Without warning, Alex pulled hard, and started to fuck like his namesake in my mouth, rabbiting my throat. "YEAH....Come on, take it like the faggot bitch you are, you miserable scummy cock-sucking worm...". His pelvis, started to hammer itself against my nose, and made breathing difficult sometimes, his muck starting to overload my sences. It was so strong I could have gagged - then again the sex organ in my mouth didn't help the urge to perform that sensation.

"Mmmmm Alright...Take it....take your first of many loads you're gonna get from me bitch..." He said with all the hissing spite of a cobra. His cock tensed, and became harder than steel for a moment, and as if someone had turned on a nozzle in my mouth, he began unloading a copious and obscene amount of semen into my mouth. I held my mouth around it, forming an airtight seal, and my cheeks fill and bulge, as well as surround his cock with a warm and wet cocoon. This didn't last too long, as I had to swallow or it'd soon burst from my cheeks, or come out my nose. I started to swallow, and the strength of the flavor of his spunk made me week in the knees...I wasn't sure why. I lost balance, and fell back on my ass, the remaining few jets spraying directly in my face, and tapering off into a dribble.

"A lot of cum huh? I can cum more than even the most virile canine according to the doctors at Cambridge. Mmmm and you'll experience it all."

He stroked himself a couple of times, and the penis which had just been in my mouth, showed no signs of loosing hardness. I was impressed. I knew feral rabbits could screw several of their partners in one inning, so I suppose he had the same powers of procreation. To think that a big cock, strong sex drive, potent sperm, and copious cum amounts, and now stamina to boot to be wasted on Alex Fletcher felt as if I had been robbed somewhere. God was laughing at the irony here, I was sure, bastard.

Alex then reached down, and grabbed me by my earings, I yelped and brought a hand towards him, but a vengeful eye from him stayed my quivering palm. "Don't you dare, now Stand your ass up." He bellowed. I did so, I didn't quite fancy the idea of having my ears torn apart for failing to obey. Alex then moved in, and removed my clothes, swiftly, tossing them aside without care. He leaned down, and took grasp of my semi-erect cock, and stroked it a few times. "Hmm bigger than I thought, but no where near as good as my boyfriends, it'll surfice." He said, as he turned me around, placing me where he was just sitting. I could feel the moisture from his sweat where he had perspired against the wood of the desk, matting my hindquarters. I was hardly one to complain, since I often shower in urine, however it was kind of gross in that moment and had wished he'd chosen a different position.

Alex then opened a drawer of his desk, and rifled around, muttering to himself, "...equine...feline...human...draconic...ahh here we go - vulpine." He said with a sense of satisfaction. He pulled out a square shaped wrapper I recognized immediately for a condom. Having been rather unfond of using them, I could often spot them from a distance so I knew to stay away from places where they were used. He unwrapped it, and placed it on my cock, slowly rolling it over the shaft, and over the knot. The vulpine condoms had a large balloon for our big loads, and an extra bulge at the base to accommodate our knots. They functioned real well, the elastic band hooked underneath the knot, and was very tight elastic, and condoms almost never slipped off, and nothing spilled.

"See, I have a thing with you...not only do I want to humiliate you and ruin you...the thing is despite how attractive you are, I cant have your semen spraying all over me or this office...its not yours to nut over....oh don't give me that look, it's a thin one. Sure it wont feel as good, but my rules are rules." He said as he slapped me across the face, and needless to say shit hurts when you don't expect it. I looked forth, and gave him the hardest, and coldest stare I could, narrowing my eyes and baring my fangs. Alex, whom seemed to be busy applying lube to his cock, looked down with bewilderment at first, then bemusement. "Oh come on, if I was intimidated by every single predator that made that face at me when they experienced something they didn't like, I wouldn't be as powerful as I am today. Face it Renee, like your face as it were, you're all show. You can't attack me, you can't fight me, and you can't be smart with me. You can growl and spit and protest till your fur turns aquamarine, but I aint going to back down from what I'm going to do."

I looked up, and with every fabric of me, I wanted to kick him square in his gonads. With any luck the force would carry him through the window, and he'd plummet to his death. I'd chalk it up as a sexual miss-communication, a tactical error mayhaps. Then again, I remembered that Alex owned me, and I just couldn't kill him. Despite a necessity of killing him, and murdering a cruel and inhumane rabbit being the lesser evil, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I went limp, and all fight left me. I surrendered.

"Good. Understand Renee, Understand that you're a weak, and pathetic. You are nothing. What you once were, you are no more. I OWN you, I am your lord and master. The Devil? Renee I am the devil...Lucifer is just some figurehead I put out to look pretty...Renee you can't win and fighting is useless. Just remember that when I'm fucking you."

I closed my eyes, and started to sob a little bit. Like blood in the water, my tears seemed to inspire Alex. He pushed his cock against my outer ring, and it plunged inside with only a mild discomfort from such a hasty entrance. My ass had experienced more painful entries and exits. Alex's lubricated cock was a warm, thick, filling sting in my body, which took to fucking me immediately. I did my best to just enjoy the fact I was getting fucked by a good looking, well endowed, potent lapine rather than by the most evil individual I was aware of. The penis bottomed out well past my G spot, and was in Thrillville territory. While Neil my oh-so beloved Rat was great at hitting my spot (hence why I love bottoming for him), human like guys like Sparky, J, and Jeice send me a completely different sort of pleasure. Oh...the cock felt morbidly good...and my body betrayed me with a raging boner.

I mean, on the one side, I was being molested, by someone I had no affection for, had no positive feelings about, and wanted to die...but he was oh so sexy, filled me up in a way I liked, and was good at what he was doing...DAMN IT!

Alex gripped my cock, and began to rapidly jerk it up and down, despite the rubber, it felt moderately pleasurable. My tailhole was getting wetter with my body's own lubricant's and natural responses to gay sex, precum dribbling around my vulpine member and coating it. Alex's hand rapidly jerked, gripping the small indentation in the shaft under my head, and tugging upwards. Alex was definitely experienced with a fox's cock, I had to give the devil his due. While it was feeling nice, and the such, his cock starting to get a more full withdrawal and inward plunge, I got the sensation he wasn't jerking me off out of courtesy, but perhaps just to get me to cum so I'd clench and tighten around his member. It was cruel, and served a purpose, but it was so rude on the other hand.

"What the fuck is this shit?" He asked, tracing his finger over my chest, making lines in my tattoo. That felt kind of good, and I inadvertently pushed against his finger. His finger pushed back against my chest harder than I would have liked in a silent gesture of chastising.

"It's a tattoo I got when I was younger..." I groaned out in-between thrusts.

"Ahh from one of your little butt-buddies? Do you think you're tough because you got a tattoo?"

I didn't answer, and just held myself there. His cock stopped thrusting, and my face was met with another slap, this one from the opposite side, and just as unexpected. My eyes shot open with surprise, just as his cock started to thrust again. His hand increased its speed on my own cock, my release ready to come merely from biological need, not from mental fulfillment. "From one of your fag friends?" He repeated.

"Yes..." I said weekly, really starting to feel graver about all of this than ever before. It started to sink in just how much of a molestation this was.

"Do you think you're tough cause you got a tattoo?" He asked, pushing his hands against the sides of my face, and working his angle differently. It forced my face muscles and bone structure to carry the weight of his upper body, and was painful to say the least. My eyes bugged out almost in terror and anger.

"I..." I started to say, but Alex spit in my face...and started to go faster on my ass and my cock, it was starting to feel agonizingly good all of a sudden. "No...no I don't."

Alex hissed a bit, and groaned, as his hands wrapped around my neck. I gasped, and held my breath, his hands circling around my neck. I'd not expected that either. I was being choked, and the hands of Alex were not only strong to begin with, but he had a leverage and weight advantage from this position. His hands started to squeeze harder...and harder. Nothing was going in, or out. With my heart beating as fast as it was, my need for breath was much higher. One of the things about choking someone out during sex, is their senses are already out of whack to begin with, and when you choke out someone who's getting fucked, they could easily pass out from the need of Oxygen and good blood. Not being one that's been choked out before, except perhaps in combat, I had no means to really counter. My body was however experiencing something else at the same time; with the depletion of oxygen, pain deference, and the other sensations, the erotic asphyxiation was sending me over the edge.

"Remember this...when you regain consciousness...having a tattoo doesn't make you tough, having friends doesn't make you special...and you're not special. You're just a fucked up looser, with looser friends, a lackluster career, who's life is hanging on by a thread. I am that rope that's keeping you alive right now, and right now, you're going to hang for a while. Renee Morningstar...I own you..."

With a lurch, we came in stereo. Possibly as a result of his ego being stimulated and the plethora of things my own body was being out through. Hell I probably came as a defense mechanism more than anything. My condom rapidly filled, and ballooned, the knot pouch and extra teardrop proving strong against my own truckload. Alex's previous example of ejaculation proved to be if anything a precursor to the actual orgasm he gave inside of me. It felt almost as if someone had stuck a hose and turned it on low inside of my body, filling me up with his sex syrup. His drool was starting to drop onto my face, as the room began to fade...faster and faster with every gob of semen...a familiar deathrattle gripping me as every muscle in me tensed. I knew I was going to die...but I didn't have much more time to think. He removed his hands, and pulled out, throwing me to the floor. The sudden inhalation of air was too much for my abused senses, and everything went black...

* * *

I regained consciousness. I don't know how long I was out, but I wasn't on the floor anymore. I was sitting upright. I was in a room...where I don't know where. My beautiful body jewelry had been ripped from my body, and I hurt. My asshole burned with post-sex agony from a rough fuck. The condom was still on my cock, despite going limp, my cock couldn't retract inside the sheath with the elastic band, my now cold semen sloshing around inside as I looked around. It was too dark inside to see really where I was, only that everything about this room screamed naked: hardwood floors, drywall, a naked light bulb on a wire. The chair I was in was cold, my skin cringing with the contact. It had to be a few hours later. The attacks I'd suffered from the bodyguards had already bruised over, turning delicious shades of yellowish brown. My cheeks were a little swollen, and my ass was still full of cum, I could feel it, like an enema that wanted to come out. It made me even more uncomfortable.

There came a light from the darkness, a cigarette being lit. It illuminated the face of that white mink I saw in the hallway of Alex's office, the same mink that'd been wandering around the neighborhood. I was really too sore to talk or anything, but I still gave him my attention.

"Good you're awake." Came the accented voice, before it sounded British, now it sounded Romanian or German.

He stepped across the room, and held a hand under my chin. His hands smelled of various substances, some I recognized from Chong as narcotic smells. Weather he was using or dealing it was not my time or place to judge. I was more worried about my life at this point.

"I suppose you're going to ask where you are and all that shit. The Who What Where When and Why...well ask away, you get 5 questions..."

I wanted to say, "Okay, what crawled up your butt," but I chose not to. What I did say was, "Okay then...who are you?"

The man pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, and exhaled, giving himself a slightly sinister look. "Spike...is all you need to know me as."

I blinked once more, the cigarette smoke obnoxious. "And...What am I doing here...."

"You're here so I can have a private chat with you and stuff like that."

"Alright, where am I Spike?"

He laughed softly. "You're in a safe-house in an undisclosed location. No one but me knows where you are. If you want to be more accurate, you're in what I like to call the Oubliette."

"Well at lest you're not a stupid thug like the others, and educated. I'd not be able to live down being held hostage by a complete moron."

A foot rocketed into my exposed groin. For any man that's ever been kicked in the gonads, they definitely know what this feels like. My already abused body was racked with pain, and the momentum of the kick carried my chair over backwards, bringing me to thud on an apparently dusty floor, the cloud of dust mixing with the tobacco smoke, and almost choking me. "Don't patronize me. I'm smarter than most people realize..." he began that thick and drowning English accent starting to smother me once again.

I spat out my next question, "Well when am I getting out of here?"

Spike shifted around me, and sat on my legs, he was wearing some denim jeans, I could feel the fabric against my legs. It was rather annoying. "In just a moment."

"Peachy."

Spike the mink leaned down very close, till he came eye to eye. "Your last question I'll answer anyway. I have you here to tell you that Alex is mine. I own him like I own you. I run this city. I am the lord and master of all street crime, and he runs the corporate syndicate. Together, we are this city. No one can help you, and fighting back is useless. If you so much as look at Alex the wrong way, I'm going to make sure you're forgotten. They'll never find you, you'll just be the running punch line to a series of jokes. You'll possibly even have a movie of the week. I love Alex...and he loves me. I hate the fact that you're even getting any semblance of bodily contact from him. But, he has his reasons. He wants to ruin you and make you suffer. I can't say I disagree. Just...know that if you slip so much as one toe out of line...I'll rip you're tongue out with my bare hands..."

And after a nice stomp to my head from a cowboy boot, I was out cold again....yayness...