Fairy Tail
The heavy clouds made the night darker than usual, which was exactly how the wolf
liked it. He caressed the polished leather steering wheel of his long, black Cadillac
convertible one last time before planting a pedicured footpaw on the cobblestone street.
From the front, the building he strode toward with his slow, measured gait was innocent
as a lamb - McRudy's Fine Dining, read the curled laced letters across the dark front
window.
But behind the restaurant, ah, now that was a different story. The wolf's kind of story. His
black lips twined upward in anticipation. His tall, imposing shadow fell across the service
door in the cramped alley between the restaurant and the shop next door.
The wolf flicked an ear toward the alley entrance, then rapped three sharp times on the
door with his knuckle. A slot opened at eye level.
"We don't take deliveries for another four hours, bub," rumbled the gruff feline voice.
Grandfather must have hired on more staff, the wolf thought with an amused chuckle.
"You got a VIP list back there, kid? Look near the top."
There was a pause.
"You Bennison?"
"At your service. And there's an extra spot o'green in it for you, boyo, if you makes sure
my car's still there when I check out."
The door opened. A lion towered over the wolf, his mane loose and wild over his
shoulders. He looked cramped in his short sleeved jacket and vest.
"Welcome back to the Woods, sir," he said.
The wolf touched a finger to his brow and nodded, slipping inside. He passed a crisp
dollar bill into the paw of the lion as he passed.
Had anyone bothered to check the books of McRudy's, they would find that business was
booming despite the fact that only one supply truck came a week and only a handful of
well-to-do came for a romantic dinner every night.
Officially, the Woods didn't exist. The popular story was that it was established on
January 16, 1920 - the very day the States became legally dry. Five years later, under the
doting paw of Grandfather, it was the most popular speakeasy in Boston.
A full jazz ensemble was beating out a Charleston tune as Bennison sauntered in. His toes
splayed to luxuriate in the plush Persian carpet. The walls were a deep mahogany, their
rich color accented by the low glowing lights of the chandeliers.
Bennison was unmistakable to the Woods' regulars and especially it's employees. His
steel grey fur was slicked back with mouse. Perfect, diamond pointed ears rose above his
proud, tapered muzzle. The hard bulges of his chest and biceps were evident even under
his black silk suit jacket and tie. Bennison preferred tight-fitting, straight legged slacks to
the puffed pants of zoot suits, and he only wore his fedora when he was on business.
Bennison's swaggering, slow stride showed off his body's powerful grace, his perfectly
fluffed lupine tail held high. He smirked as he heard three in-house fairies calling his
name in the space of five minutes.
A male panther wearing a black sequined flapper skirt sidled over to his side.
"Well, if it isn't the big bad sheik himself," he purred.
Bennison chuckled.
"Heya, doll. Miss me?"
"Oh honey, we all miss you. Cuban?"
"Sure, babe. Roll me a fresh one. You know how I like 'em."
The panther smirked and snipped the tip of a cigar with his claw before sliding it slowly
up his thigh and lightning it for the wolf.
Bennison let the first stream of smoke out his nostrils.
"Thanks, gorgeous. Here. Buy yourself somethin' nice for me."
Bennison pressed a folded bill down the cat's toned rump, cupping it into the strap of his
fishnet stocking. Before the panther could press him for anything more, Bennison was
past him.
He leaned against the bar top, taking in the crowd.
"Bennison. Bardolf Bennison. Haven't seen you in a coon's age, Big Bad."
Bennison chuckled and turned to smile at Dunnie. The Irish setter had an accent as thick
as if he'd stepped off the boat.
"What can I say? Family problems in Chicago. You know how it is."
"Aye, but I'm glad to see you remembered my poor scruffy bones enough to pay me a
visit. Just drinking tonight, wolf? Or were you on the prowl as well?"
Bennison raised an eyebrow.
"Does Grandfather have anything new?"
Dunnie shook his head.
"Not that I've seen, lad. But here. Something special as a welcome home gift."
He plunked a shot glass onto the bar top and poured.
Bennison took the shot.
"Ho, that's no homebrew, Dunnie McRudy!"
Dunnie beamed.
"Genuine Jamestown whiskey, wolf. And there's only one crate to be had, so the next
glass'll cost you."
"Well pour away, boyo. My pocket's heavy enough."
Dunnie laughed, pouring him a second round.
"T'wouldn't be if you'd actually pay for all the molls you take here."
Bennison smirked.
"Hey, don't blame me if I'm good enough in bed they take me free of charge!"
He jerked his head back and downed the whiskey. His eye caught a flash of scarlet red
and he lowered the glass, turning to look across the room.
"Mrrrrr...hello," the wolf growled.
Clancy's vulpine ears were flat. Almost half his week's allowance, gone just to get in the
door. He could almost feel the lion beaming as he pocketed the money.
Clancy adjusted his scarlet newsboy cap. The dark, smoky air made him slightly giddy.
He found his tight hard rump and legs swaying to the band and growled, forcing himself
to stand still.
Where would Grandfather be in all this?
"You look lost, little red-cap," came a deep voice, warm, dark and smoky as the air itself.
Clancy jumped with a small yip and whirled, paw reaching for his switch knife. A larger,
much stronger paw gripped his wrist and gently drew his paw free of his pocket.
The wolf tisked and shook his head.
"And he didn't even frisk you."
The wolf's fingers drew the knife out of Clancy's paw and then cupped the fox's inner
thigh as it slid the knife back into Clancy's pocket.
Clancy stared up at the wolf. A big one. And rich, too, from the look of his clothes. The
wolf seemed to shine like a living shadow under the soft light. Clancy let out the breath
he'd been holding.
The wolf chuckled.
"Didn't mean to scare you."
"You didn't!" Clancy shot back.
The wolf laughed.
"Oh, didn't I? You should be in theater, then. What do they call you, little red-cap?"
Clancy put a paw on his hat self-consciously, glad for the dim light. The wolf couldn't see
him blush.
"Clancy MacTodd. That's Red to my mates."
"Bardolf Bennison Pleasure to meet you, Red. Your first time in a joint, I see."
Clancy felt his ear tips burn.
"So?"
"So how 'bout I show you around?"
Clancy looked down at the offered paw. The manicured, black nails, so perfectly curved.
He followed Bennison paw in paw, back to the bar.
Bennison gave Dunnie credit for his poker face. The dog knew what was coming, and
was eating up the idea.
"Dunnie," Bennison announced, "two more rounds of the house Darb." He slapped the
bar top.
Dunnie met Bennison's eyes. Bennison winked. Dunnie gave a slight nod. As he poured
the second drink, he slipped a small pinch of white powder into it and stirred.
"There you are, gents. Enjoy," Dunnie said.
Bennison smiled and raised his glass to the fox.
Clancy glanced down at the whiskey. Bennison chuckled.
"Go on, lad. It won't bite ya."
Clancy glared up at the wolf.
"I'm not some flat tire."
Clancy downed the shot. He managed to choke it down without gagging or even
coughing, but his eyes watered.
"So I see!" Bennison said with another wink and a nudge toward Dunnie. "Now, a bonnie
little thing like you doesn't come to a place like this just out of curiosity. Why don't you
tell me what it is you're after? Maybe I could help you."
Clancy glanced at the wolf. He felt a rush of heat make his heart quiver against his ribs.
He squirmed slightly as his sheath hardened.
"I'm here for Grandfather."
Bennison's brows arched slightly.
"Grandfather, you say?"
"The old dragon owes me, and I aim to get him to pay up," Clancy said. "I've got a
business venture in Frisco that'll turn the whole state around."
Bennison leaned forward.
"You don't say! I was just telling Dunnie here how, after last winter, I wished I could live
in some place warm and sunny. I know people out west, Red. Big name people who I'm
sure would love to hear from you. I'd do it myself, but I've no head for starting up
businesses. I'm really just a yes-man at heart."
Dunnie snorted and covered it with a cough.
Clancy's eyes lit up. He dropped his voice to a whisper.
"Bardolf, can you keep a secret?"
Bennison smiled and flashed the fox a sly wink.
"He really is, you know," Clancy whispered. "He really is my grandpa."
"Grandfather's your.." Bennison cut himself off. His eyes slid to Dunnie, who was
chatting with a pair of dobermans. "...Grandfather - THE Grandfather...is your
grandfather?"
Clancy nodded and gripped his hat, pushing it back into place. Bennison ran a finger
along his lips, his mind racing. He put on his most winning smile and slowly drew a
zipper across his lips, nodding to Clancy and winking.
"Let's see what we can do about this," he murmured, drawing the fox away from the bar.
"We'll split up. Do you know 'I've Got What I Came For?' "
Clancy nodded. His tail wagged.
"Whoever finds Grandfather first, give that song as a request to the band. That'll be the
signal. I'll meet you in front of the stage."
"Okay, Mr. Bardolf, sir. And thanks. Thanks a million bucks for helping me out!" Clancy
gushed.
Bennison chuckled. He put a paw on the fox's lower back.
"Now hold it a moment, little red-cap. You didn't think I was doing this for free, did
you?"
Clancy gave a soft snarl.
"All right. How much do YOU want?"
He stiffened as the wolf's lips brushed his ear.
"Who said anything about money?"
"W..what?"
"Open your eyes, puppy. Look around you. Don't tell me you didn't know about The
Woods before you walked in."
Clancy felt his sheath surge to life. Of course he knew The Woods was where fairies
went to hook up. But he was no homo. He had dozens of magazines under his mattress at
home, all female. He'd never even imagined how two guys might...
"What's it to be, little red-cap? Do we have a deal.?"
Bennison's lips curled slightly back from his long fangs as he heard the fox try to
suppress a high-pitched little pleasure squeal when he ran his tongue slowly up the back
of Clancy's ear.
"What do I have to do?" Clancy whimpered.
"Follow me."
Bennison led Clancy into the men's room, already loosening his belt.
"You see the holes in the far wall?" he asked.
Clancy looked. There were four of them, of varying sizes, in a straight line from one side
of the wall to the other.
"Y..yes."
"Go to the biggest one. Get on your knees and take what I give you."
"B..but..but what if someone..."
Clancy gasped. Bennison's paw held his ruff in an iron grip. The powerful muscles of the
wolf's arm bulged against his sleeve.
"This is the part where you say 'Yes sir.' " the wolf growled.
Clancy shuddered. His cock pushed free. It felt almost physically hot. A red hot poker of
lust.
"Yes, sir."
"Good little red cap."
The wolf shoved the fox forward. Clancy gripped his cap to his chest. He heard the
bathroom door shut. He was alone. Clancy's ears lowered. He glanced into the stalls, but
they were empty. He let out a soft whine. Clancy grabbed his crotch. His erection
throbbed harder. It wouldn't go down.
"Little fox, little fox, ready for me to come in?"
The deep, soft growling voice seemed to come from every wall at once. The wolf's voice.
Clancy reached the wall of holes. He licked his lips. He shivered and sank to his knees,
his back into the corner.
"I..I'm here," he said.
"Good. Now shut your eyes and put that hot, needy little mouth of yours against the hole.
And open up."
Clancy's ears flicked in confusion. He did as he was told. The wall tasted stale, like
licking brickwork.
Then his eyes widened as something warm and firm as rubber invaded his muzzle.
"Ggmm!"
"Don't you dare pull away, puppy!. Be a good boy now and stay."
It was a penis. The wolf was on the other side of the wall and was shoving his penis
through the hole into his mouth.
Clancy quivered, writhing in the corner. His tongue darted against the bottom of the
shaft. It tasted slightly salty, dank with male musk.
"Hhhrrrrrnnn..yeah....now wrap your lips around my wolfhood."
Clancy tightened his lips into an exaggerated kiss.
"Feel it throb within you, pup. Feel me filling you. You like this, don't you, little fairy?"
Clancy blushed from ears to tail. He panted gently.
"Don't you?"
"Y..yss, srr," Clancy mumbled around the thick shaft.
A drop of precum touched Clancy's tongue. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and
he groaned.
"Ohhh, I think someone likes the taste! Want some more?" sneered the wolf.
Clancy moaned and nodded, the cock still hilted in his muzzle, all the way to his throat.
"Then suck, little red cap. Suck me like a lollipop. Grandfather used to give you treats
when you were small, didn't he? This should be easy for you."
Clancy put his paws flat to the wall on either side of the hole. He pressed his lips down
on the hot shaft and pulled backward with a wet slurp.
A deep growl rumbled through the room.
"Again!"
Clancy didn't have to be told twice. His own smaller cock was ramming a tent in his best
pair of evening pants. Clancy yiffed and ripped them open. He shoved his naked cock to
the cold stone, grinding it there as he began to bob his head back and forth.
"Ohhhhhhh...good boy..goood boy! Ohhhh YEAH! Suck me, you horny little fairy fox!
GRRRR!"
The wolf's urgings sank into Clancy's brain. They became his world. The more pleasure
the wolf sounded like he was in, the more pleasure Clancy felt surging through his dick.
No pawing session to a mere magazine had ever compared to this.
"Yfff! Yfff! Yff!" Clancy shrieked, muffled around the saliva-soaked red shaft. He coiled
his tongue around it greedily.
Ssssschllooorrrp!
A howl filled the air. Spicy, salty goo burst into Clancy's muzzle like a popped caramel
chew. It filled his muzzle, dripping down his throat. Clancy gagged on it. He sputtered
wolf cum from his mouth. It dripped down onto the hat still mashed in his paws against
the wall.
Clancy opened his eyes, gasping for air. His own comparatively tiny load was spattered
against the white tile.
"S..sir?" Clancy called.
There was only silence. Clancy whined. He got to his feet. He tried to scrub specks of the
wolf's seed off his cap and washed out his mouth in the sink. Clancy zipped himself up
and padded awkwardly toward the door. He felt ready to go again. It was as if his cock
were on instant reload.
Clancy pushed open the bathroom door. A powerful arm wrapped around his waist,
drawing him against the bulging chest of the wolf. Lips locked with his. Clancy gripped
Bennison's neck and sucked hard on the offered lupine tongue.
"Now, remember what we agreed," Bennison murred. "I'll see you at the front of the
stage, little red cap."
Bennison watched that tight rump and scarlet tail bob through the crowd. He ran a slow
tongue over his chops.
The Woods was a converted store room, the square walls rebuilt to cup visitors inside a
cozy hexagon of space. Per Grandfather's instructions, one particular wall was left as thin
as possible. Press a paw against a hidden catch, and the section of wall became a door,
swinging inward just enough for a fur to slip inside Grandfather's private office.
Bennison could see the family resemblance with Clancy as he shut the secret door behind
him. Grandfather was older, of course. Seasoned, as Bennison liked to think of it.
A hulking doberman in a pin stripe suit slid his paws down Bennison's front, cupped his
sides up under his armpits, and slid his paws down Bennison's legs before nodding to the
older fox.
Bennison almost wished the dog would do it again. He shoved horny thoughts away and
stepped forward.
Grandfather was lounging in an overstuffed leather recliner, the stub of a cigar dangling
from two fingers while he sipped at a martini being fed to him by one of two giggling
rabbit bois dressed in nothing but skimpy silk wraps around their waist. At the sight of
the wolf, Grandfather looked up, ears erect.
He grinned.
"Been expecting you, Bennison," the fox grated.
His voice was rough from years of chain smoking.
Bennison gave Grandfather a half smile.
"It's not too late for a wolf to pay in his debts, is it?"
Grandfather chuckled and took a long pull of his cigar, breathing a smoke ring over the
neck of one of his honnies like a collar.
"Sit down."
The doberman plunked a chair opposite the fox. Bennison sat. At a snap of the fox's
fingers, one of the rabbits sidled over to offer Bennison a martini and cigar. Gorgeous
creature, that rabbit. Grandfather had been saving the best ass in the house for himself.
"You's got a reputation 'round this joint, Bennison," Grandfather drawled. "Makes a
fellow wonder why you'd bother showing to pay up." Grandfather rolled his tongue along
the end of a fresh cigar, eyeing the wolf. "Care to enlighten me?"
"I would. But as lust is my vice, Grandfather, prudence is my virtue. And I wouldn't want
to embarrass you in front of your smorgasbord."
Grandfather chuckled. The remaining rabbit clipped the end of his cigar for him and lit it.
"I don't spook that easy, wolf. Out with it."
"Clancy MacTodd."
Grandfather paused, the cigar halfway to his mouth.
"What about him?"
Bennison eyed the doberman pointedly. Grandfather nodded to the huge dog. The
doberman slipped out of the room, and the rabbits followed him.
"Well?" Grandfather said.
Bennison stood and walked over to lean against Grandfather's chair.
"He's a pesky mutt. But he's got spunk. Oh, he also happens to be here right now looking
for you. Something about inheritance."
Grandfather growled.
"It'll be a cold day in hell before I give that runt a dime. I'd like to see him try."
Bennison nodded.
"I thought as much. It's rather impertinent of him, wanting his share before you're
officially dead, isn't it?"
Grandfather's eyes narrowed.
"That faggot thinks he's big enough to take me down, does he?"
"Apparently," Bennison said, examining his claws. "He's made a deal with one of your
regulars."
"Who?"
"That's why I came to see you, Grandfather. Seems we've both got things hanging over
our heads, now."
Grandfather gnawed his tongue, thinking.
"You want all your debts canceled, that it?"
"For a start," Bennison agreed. "That'll get you the name of his man. But I don't get into
Family feuds for nothing."
Grandfather huffed.
"You drive a hard bargain, Bennison. Lemme make the call about your bar bill first, then
we'll talk."
Grandfather picked up the black phone on the end table next to his chair.
"Hey Moe. Pull out the records, will ya? I want you to cross Bennison off the books. No,
it ain't like that. He's been a very good wolf for once. Thanks. Oh, and pass the word I
don't want to be disturbed."
Grandfather hung up.
"All right, wolf. Now who's this character my idiot grandson's bought?"
Bennison smirked and his paw slid over the top of Grandfather's.
"He's known to the Family as Big Bad. And you're about to find out why."
Bennison clamped his other paw around Grandfather's muzzle before the fox could cry
out. Grandfather jerked his head from side to side, or rather tried to. His eyes widened as
he realized just how strong the wolf was.
Bennison smirked down at him, his yellow eyes narrow and filled with a predatory gaze.
"Oh don't worry, Grandfather. I'm a wolf of my word. Little red cap won't be seeing his
money."
Bennison shifted his grip to the front of Grandfather's collar. With a single yank, he
pulled the fox from his chair. Grandfather whipped out a pocket pistol. Bennison growled
and slapped it from his paw.
"Finally," the wolf growled, "prey that fights back."
Grandfather yelped. He felt the wolf spin him around and shove his face into the leather
of the chair, straddling it the wrong way with his legs. He flexed his back and neck,
trying to buck the wolf off, and found his muzzle smashed roughly back into position and
pinned there, forcing him to fight for air.
Bennison was panting. His lupine domination instincts were loose, roaring through him.
He bared dripping fangs.
Grandfather shouted into the leather, but he could barely hear his own voice. Bennison
laughed.
"They'll hear you soon enough, fox. I'll make sure of that. They're gonna hear you clear
across Boston by the time I'm done with you."
Grandfather stabbed Bennison's gut with his elbow. Again, and a third time. The thuds of
his strikes were dull, solid. Not so much as a grunt from the wolf. All he got for his
efforts was an arm numb from elbow to fingers. Bennison snickered.
"Little Grandpa wants to play rough, huh?"
He yanked back the butt of Grandfather's pants. They tore open with a loud snap, and his
underwear followed. Grandfather yowled in horror.
"It won't do you any good to protest, fox. Think about it. Even your henchmen know my
reputation around this joint. They leave you and me alone. Then they hear your slutty
little barks, and everyone will know who's bottoming for who."
Bennison grinned.
"That crumbling sound you hear is your credibility as an executive."
Grandfather shut his eyes tight. He would kill the wolf. He didn't care what it took. He
would...
A paw slide between his legs. The fingers spread wide across his sheath, the palm
cupping his balls and beginning to grind against them. The fingers massaged just to either
side of his crotch.
...kill...wolf...kill....oh God. Oh God he was good.
Grandfather sent soft little pants into the chair. The wolf's claws slid across the growing
bulge in his slacks. A thumb pressed between his balls. Grandfather heard a soft ripping
sound. He felt air on his ballsac. He felt a finger pad slowly circle the soft spot where the
very bottom of his retracted cock met the testicles. Grandfather's cock didn't stay
retracted for long.
Bennison grabbed Grandfather's tail and yanked it up. He undid his belt and pants. He
spat into his paw and started to stroke himself to readiness. The wolf murred at the sight
of his pride, so thick and long, snaking with veins and a slightly plump knot that would
grow nearly twice as big once he was ramming it home.
"What do you want, Bennison?"
Bennison's ears perked. Grandfather had managed to wedge his head to an angle where
he could speak.
Bennison shoved his cock between Grandfather's rump cheeks so that his puckered canid
head was peaking out of Grandfather's tail fur. He slammed his full weight against the
fox, grabbing the chair back and slowly pulling himself against it, flexing his chest and
arms, sandwiching the former boss of The Woods.
"I want it all, you old bitch," he growled deep. "Your money, your club, your personal
whores, your title. All of it. Or I rape you. Either way, I win."
Grandfather bit back a loud yiff. He was fighting a war against his own vulpine instincts.
Instincts that urged him to give in. Submit. Surrender. Beg for it. Beg for that beautiful
throbbing hard red-
"No!" he squealed.
"Have it your way then, bitch!"
Bennison sank his fangs into the fur and skin of Grandfather's neck. He pulled the fox's
head back sharply with a savage snarl. He slid his cock head free and took aim. Always
before, Bennison had started slow. But not this time. He was going to fuck this fox. He
was going to pop the old fairy's cherry with one slamming thrust and then keep going
until the fox's pride was ruins.
The horny growls of the wolf grew deeper, sending shivers of real fear down
Grandfather's spine. The wolf was about to spear him like a fish. Grandfather cringed.
With those muscles, it would hurt. A lot.
"Take it."
Bennison barely heard him. He took a last deep breath, flexing his rump cheeks,
preparing for that first delicious, conquering drive in.
"Take it! Take it, wolf! Take the Woods, take the money!"
Bennison paused.
"You mean it?"
Grandfather nodded, quivering.
"I want your word on that, old fox. I can fuck every hole in this joint better than you, with
a cock twice as big as yours. Don't think your staff won't follow my orders. I want you to
make it official with Boston's top man. With Don MacArthur."
"T...tonight! I'll call him tonight!"
Bennison smiled.
"All right, Will MacTodd. All right."
Slowly, the wolf relaxed his grip. He stepped back. His shaft was still throbbing so hard it
twitched on its own accord. The former Grandfather of east Boston was still shaking as
he pried himself free of the chair.
Bennison waited to soften up enough, then shoved his erection into his pants and fastened
them. He strode to the door and knocked with the back of his knuckle.
The big doberman opened it a crack. Bennison smiled at him.
"There's been a change in management, big fella. Get this sorry carcass out of my office."
The doberman blinked at Bennison, then looked over at Will MacTodd, grandfather of
Clancy, kneeling in front of his chair. The doberman grunted.
"Shoulda guessed. Whatever you say, boss."
"While you're at it," Bennison added, "Find Clancy MacTodd and bring him in here.
We've got business to take care of."
Clancy brushed past another table, a now constant growl of frustration under his breath.
Three times around the entire joint had yielded nothing. To top it off, Bennison was gone.
Clancy was sure of that, at least. He'd kept his eye out for the wolf. He was half afraid to
face him again, and half eager to.
Clancy stood with his arms on the bar top, chin resting on his forearms. Dunnie came
over.
"Why the long snout, fox?"
"I think I've been duped," Clancy said. "Grandfather's not here. I'd know him if I saw
him. And now Bennison's gone, too."
Dunnie smiled and patted the fox's arm.
"Big Bad? Abandon a cutie like you? Not likely. Sure, he's planning something special
for you."
Clancy raised his head.
"What do you mean?"
Dunnie chuckled.
"Oh, he's a regular charmer, that wolf. If he sees a spot o'prey he takes a fancy to, he'll
spare no expense on him. And I know Bennison. He loves to make a big impression on
fresh meat. Mark my words, Clancy, you'll see that wolf again real soon."
Clancy felt his rump squirm. He slapped himself with his tail to still it. Someone tapped
his shoulder.
Clancy turned around. He opened his mouth, then shut it again. Towering over him was a
massive doberman in a dark grey suit and black tie.
"Grandfather would like to see you, Mr. MacTodd," the doberman said.
"He's here?"
The wall of dog gestured toward the far wall.
"This way."
Clancy followed the doberman into the shadowy corner. He didn't get a clear view of
what the doberman did, but the wall slid back to expose a hidden doorway. The
doberman nodded for Clancy to go in alone.
The room was dark. But not empty. Clancy could hear breathing and smell fresh cigar
smoke. He saw the telltale glow of the butt.
"Grandfather?"
"Well, don't stand there in the doorway."
The voice was rough and scratchy, but deeper than Clancy remembered. Maybe the old
fox was taking a final bounce back toward youth.
Clancy found a seat in the dark. The cigar glowed, faded.
"What can I do for you?"
Clancy had prepared himself over and over. Exactly what to say, what to demand, and
how to do it. But the darkness and the invitation threw him. He fumbled.
"Speak up, boy, I'm a busy man."
"I'm no boy any more," Clancy said, finally finding his voice. "And I aim to prove it to
you."
"Oh?"
"I'm blowing this town. I'm taking a train to Frisco. I've got prospects out there that'll
make this dump look like a two-bit pan alley gin joint, and a partner with big bucks and
connections to boot. You always said I've been a disappointment to the Family. Well, it's
nothing but Italians in Frisco so far. I aim to give them a little competition."
A soft chuckle followed Clancy's speech.
"Just you and a partner takin' on the Italian mob? That's gutsy, I'll give you that. Stupid,
but gutsy."
"I'll do it," Clancy snarled. "Just you watch."
Grandfather snorted.
"First off, you need serious money, which you don't have. Second, you need either
serious muscle or a lot of Cali's who really, really like you. Which you can't get. So, you
got a white rabbit to pull out of your cockamamie hat, or can I stop wasting my time?"
"It's my life and my money." Clancy muttered.
"Your life belongs to the Family and you don't get a dime of that money until I die. And I
don't plan on dying for a long, long time...little red cap."
Clancy froze.
"What did you call me?"
The voice that both was and was not Grandfather chuckled.
"Oh you heard me. Come on, little red cap. Put two and two together."
"Your voice. It's different. Deeper and richer."
"All the better to fool you with, fox."
The gruffness dropped away.
"Bennison?" Clancy cried.
"That's Grandfather to you, Red. And don't you forget it."
"What's going on? What happened to Grandfather?"
Arms wrapped around Clancy, paws stroking down his lower back and over his rump.
"I am Grandfather now."
Clancy gasped. Bennison was naked in the darkness.
"God, your arms are so strong!"
"All the better to hold you, babe," Bennison murred.
Clancy whined as the wolf nipped at his neck, then smoothed the bite over with a long,
erotic lick.
"Mmmm...more, little red cap. Tell me what you feel."
"Y..your. c..cock..."
"What about it?"
"So...big!"
Bennison's growling voice was almost a whisper, directly in Clancy's ear.
"All the better to plough you with, my little fox whore."
Bennison drove his tongue into the fox's mouth. Clancy fought briefly, then melted in
moaning bliss as the wolf's long, flexible tongue worked its magic. Clancy was left
panting against the wolf's thick chest.
"It was all a lie? Your contacts in Frisco, all of it?"
"Not at all, baby," Bennison said. "I've got eager tail holes from one coast to the other.
Some belong to fellas pretty high up, San Fran included."
"What about my money?"
Bennison chuckled.
"It's still there for you. But it's like I said, little red cap. I don't plan on dying any time
soon. So you earn it from me. One fuck at a time."
Bennison spun Clancy around. Clancy yelped as he was pushed chest first against the
wall. Then the wolf was on top of him, that thick summer sausage probing his rump
cheeks.
Bennison growled with impatience. He grabbed Clancy's tail base and forced the tail up.
Clancy whined softly.
"Be gentle."
"You don't like it gentle."
Clancy yowled. Bennison hilted him in a single, sharp fucking thrust. Tears burst from
the fox's eyes. A black spear of agony shot upward through his body. But Bennison didn't
stop.
Clancy felt the wolf's hot, panting breath, the way it made his hard chest muscles rise and
fall. He felt Bennison's loins tense and he gritted his teeth. The cock slid nearly out of his
ass and then came roaring back inside.
The pain was less intense this time, but the sensation was not. With each fuck, his tail
hole was loosening, the pain transforming into pleasure. Pleasure so sharp it was a second
pain.
Clancy cried out again. His lithe young body writhed under the wolf, that tight virgin
rump grinding against Bennison.
Bennison snarled and let loose. He drove his burning hot shaft into the delectable little
fox so hard his breaths came in rhythmic chuffing. He was like a steam engine building
up speed. He grabbed Clancy under the arms, his fingers digging into Clancy's chest.
Clancy's tongue lolled from his mouth. He arched his back and then sharply straightened
it with a hard yowl. Cum spit against the wall.
The scent of it curled in Bennison's nostrils. He gave one, two, three hard fucks and then
howled as he filled his prize.
Clancy melted against the wall, gasping for breath. A deep, growling voice rumbled
against his ear.
"I'm not done yet, little red cap!"