The Miami Broncos

Chapter 10: The Black Stage

Written by Francois Guint-Riel (FGR)

That afternoon my bedside radio finally hit the ground. I can’t say I was surprised; I had punched the snooze alarm at least four times with a sleepy hand that my doze had rendered so clumsy that it had exerted as much force to the vertical as the horizontal, threatening it to tip from the crates were I had set it. The crash convinced me that it was about time I got off my steak and got into my work. Technically, I was sleeping on the job, though as special liaison for Rockwell-Shepherd, I’d previously had a white card to do as I pleased as long as my work gave the desired results. I had been with the hotel chain for about two years, though the last had been a scramble, trying to start up a resort in Tijuana for the distinguished, upper-crust visitors that RS had decided to target with their investment. For lack of a better word, I was the company canary, in charge of getting special-interest resorts, as that one had been, with a South American-themed atmosphere, though back in Britain, none of the executives gave me any more details then absolutely necessary, forcing me to invent as I went along, to try and fill the gaps as the project evolved At the end, I’d pulled it off, and the establishment had gotten great reviews across the board and the clientele was pouring in, keeping it nice and full year round.

On a more personal level, I’d gotten a mean boardroom rep, as I liked to call it, for being a go-to guy for that kind of project, as well as a nice, big fat bonus. All and all I couldn’t complain.

I didn’t. I quit.

Truth be told, the only reason why I’d gotten into that company was to get enough experience to be able to get on my own feet in the business and open my own tourist palace. After having walked through their self-contained Babylonian resorts and hotels and two successful start ups, I’d gotten just what I wanted, which was a name in the biz and my face in a few key travel rags. Sure, it had been a bit dirty, but then again, they’d gotten two new exotic outposts to turn in profit, so personally, I found we were even. My old superiors didn’t look badly on it, recognizing my ambition for what it was, and I parted on friendly terms. If by some machination of fate I couldn’t make it, I always had the option of going back and grovelling a bit to get back in their game...

Cursing that thought, I sprang to my jet-black paws and worked a pinch out of my shoulder, letting a loud yawn rip. After all, there wasn’t anyone around to hear me. Two months ago I went to my bank and showed them just how solid a panther’s balls can be, twisting them into a great loan to buy over a 280-room palace outside Miami, backed up by a few houses and cottages I had here and there, as well as an apartment building in Seattle. The land had been more then prime, and so had been the price, though back in Tijuana, it had been the same story, and the hotel had nearly paid for itself when I left. Claws crossed, I’d have the same brand of luck.

First of all, I had settled on a theme, a brand of French cabaret that had been a steady hit in the last few years, and gotten a good portfolio of sketches together for the different rooms as well as the large theatre that occupied a majority of the first two levels. It had been a gambling pit until I brought it over, and rotating it out had been a pain, though now it had been turning into something very nice indeed. I’d set myself up in one of the larger suites on the third floor, and though the place looked anything like my usual rooms, it did the trick and I could wake up rested and primed for a new adventurous day. With my grey trench coat on, I left the hotel with a nod to the security guard at the entrance. The doors were locked to everyone but the workers who normally used the back doors, but unlike my previous assignment, there were more then just opportunity thieves and cardboard kids. Nonetheless, I still took to the street, walking down the street to a small coffee shop I’d taken a shine to after a few days of maddening work which had the net effect of giving me the urge to hide in a quiet little nook and just unwind few a while. That day hadn’t been much different, the orders for decorations having run into sourcing problems which had taken most of my morning to resolve. There weren’t too many people out, the chilly September dusk enough to send most people home or inside to avoid the nip. I took my dear sweet time, pulling the door to the shop with an air of absolute relaxation that the barrista, an aging badger, noticed as he stole a glance at me between orders.
-You look like you could use a latte, Ulrich, said the badger. Here, I’ll get one up with a shot of mint and catnip.
-You’re a saint, Vern, I answered. I’ll have a croissant too, if you don’t mind.
-Not in the least. You know, I’ve only seen you come in alone, he commented as he handed me my goods. Do you keep any company?
-I keep a company, I joked. No I don’t, to answer your question.
-It would do you a world of good to get out there and meet someone. Listen, he said leaning over the counter and lowered his voice, there’s a nice little gentleman’s club four blocks down, one east. The sights there are pretty refreshing.
-Ah, thanks for the tip, I replied with a grin. And you know this how?
-I’ve been separated for a three years, he returned. Everyone needs to keep their chin up, eh?
-As well as whatever else they’re insinuating too. Fine, I’ll go take a look. In the meantime, I can feel a purr coming on with this catnip...
-Enjoy, black cat.

It took me a good hour to finish the massive cup that Vern had prepared me, though I could hardly complain, my eyes drifting off as the effects of the ‘cat’ worked their wonders and the fresh croissant simply melted on my taste buds. Returning the stoneware to the badger with a wink, I took my leave and strolled down the streets with a relaxed pace, letting out the occasional lazy sigh. Through the night was fresh, my fur was thick enough that I didn’t have to worry as much as others, making for a pleasant walk to the club I’d been recommended. It wasn’t a very large establishment as some of the others I’d found myself though the years, nor was there a line to get in, even at this time. I expected more, perhaps, but I swallowed it down and paced up to the doorman, a solidly-built horse with a neutral air to him that let on nor a great friendliness nor hostility. As he caught sight of me, his face seemed to change as I became more then street noise and became a customer. He nodded as I pointed to the door behind him and let me pass without event, though I stayed so courteous as to drop a twenty in one of his hands behind his back, which he put away in a pocket of his pants with as an almost mechanical reaction, so many times executed that it had become a habit, though still giving a distracted thumbs up as I entered the club. My timing was such that the stage was being cleared between acts, so I had time to go grab something to quench my thirst and make conversation with, a good pretext to ask the barman what was coming up. The hyena didn’t seem too busy, leaning on his bar with a dispassionate gaze at the scene, as if it had become somewhat a routine over time. The rest of the clients were the classical bunch, the desperate drunkard who had found a bottle to crawl into in a quiet corner; the recent grads celebrating their just-so pass; the old macros who had made a trip to a strip joint part of their routine. All and all, it was the crema of the blue-collar, making me a bit of an outcast, though I tried to avoid flashing too much of my differences. The hyena got off his elbows as I approached, giving me a grin as I pointed to a bottle of zinfandel on the wine list behind him before pulling my choice out of a fridge under the counter.
-Here you go bud, enjoy, said the barman as he handed me the bottle. That’ll be...
-Something like this, I said as I handed him forty dollars.
-Something like that, thanks, he replied. I can’t say I remember you coming in here. Do you have a name?
-Ulrich. Yourself?
-Call me Stripes, my friends do. Looks like you came just in time to see Sasha.
-Sasha?
-Yep, one of the newest faces on the stage, nodded the hyena, fingering a picture on the wall of a beige rabbit with black tattoos. She came here, oh what, a month ago? She seems out of place when she’s not on the stage. She’s a great dancer though.
-Out of place?
-Somewhat, shrugged Stripes. She just seems too nice for this line of work. Take any of the others, they’ve had a lot of hard living and this is a continuation of their career. She came out of nowhere.
-I see. Does she have a preference in refreshments?
-That bottle of yours is it, smiled the hyena. Here, have another glass. If you hurry, there’s a pervert seat free right there.
-Thanks for the tip.
-Thanks for yours!
I walked over to take the four-place table next to the stage, just cleaned by one of the waitresses, putting the bottle on the table and settling in. As I loosened my collar and opened my trench coat, the announcer blared out the usual introduction for the next dancer. From behind the curtain jumped the long-legged rabbit wearing a light summer dress, though an obvious tear-away from the Velcro spots on the back. After a few steps, she threw it off, landing scant inches from me, revealing a two-piece leather bikini. Her movements were fluid as water, and if anyone was listening close over the music, they could easily have heard my jaw hitting the floor. I could have been seeing an angel from Heaven and would have had less of a reaction then I had while gazing at the rabbit. Gathering myself, I opened the bottle and poured half a glass, getting her attention as the glass of the bottle flashed in the white light. In two quick steps, she was bent over towards me with a kind smile. Placing a twenty inside the rim of the glass, one of my favourite parlour tricks, I handed it to her. Taking the bill and placing it in her band, she emptied the glass and gave it back to me with a cherubic smile that could have melted an iceberg, just brushing me with her long blue-colored hair. She continued her act until finally retiring behind the curtain, stealing another look at me as she picked up her dress before leaving. I couldn’t help but smile as the cleanup crew got to work, wondering what was behind those tattoos, though I could hardly have expected for that face to be looking back at me as I came to, leaning on the seat aside me.
-Is this seat free?
-Oh, absolutely, milady, allow me, I said, getting up to pull back the chair for her.
-Very nice of you, kitty, smiled the rabbit, pulling it back towards the table. Did you like my dance?
-I think you make the gods glad they created the world, I replied, pouring her a full glass of the fine grappa.
-Thanks! You have a way of putting it, she laughed. You seemed different from the crowd when I was up there. Dressed like that, I take it you’re not a factory hand.
-I own the Magi’s, though it’s going to change names soon.
-Oh, wow! That’s something all right. I don’t mean to be too forward, but are you taking resumes right now?
-Most of the positions are full, though I’m on the lookout for talent for the cabaret shows that I’ve been planning out for the entertainment. If I may say, with a voice like yours and the grace I saw tonight, you’d be reason enough for the world to break down the doors if only to catch a second of your show.
-My voice? I don’t have such a nice voice...
-And nor do sirens or swans, then.
-So you’d take me in for the cabaret?
-Without a second thought.
-Can I afford to leave this behind?
-Seventy-five thousand a year, room and board at the hotel as well as medical and dental.
-Seventy... Do you want to take a walk? It’s a bit crowded in here.
-If you wish, I’ll be right behind you.
The rabbit took a look around as if it was the last time she’d see the place then headed for the side door, signing to me to follow. It hadn’t gotten any warmer since I entered, and the rabbit’s shorts and windbreaker did little to keep her warm. I removed my coat and placed it on her, getting a surprised look from her then a giggle and a smile.
-So how did an angel find her way to a club stage?
-I ran away from home two years ago, replied Sasha. I’d gotten tired of my folks, but unless you know them, you couldn’t understand. I found odd jobs here and there before landing a place there through the barman, Stripes. I knew him when we were in high school. Do you have parents...oh, sorry, I don’t even know your name!
-Ulrich, Ulrich Luther. No, actually, I’m an orphan. I grew up here though.
-I’m so sorry, Ulrich...
-It’s nothing, Sasha. I’ve been able to deal with it more easily through the years, with my own brand of faith. Is Sasha your real name, though?
-Yes, Sasha MacCool, as silly as it may sound. My place is over there, on the second level of the record shop. It feels like I’m in a club all day long when they play the hits down there.
-How’s the neighbourhood? Not too bad to be walking alone like this around here?
-I’ve gotten so used to it I couldn’t tell you, laughed the rabbit. Well, there are some places you try to avoid, of course.
-Apparently the workers are out already, I said, looking at a figure on the street corner. I’ll always be amazed how hard some people have it in the big cities.
-Compassion? That’s a rare pearl, Ulrich. Wait a minute! I think I might...Champagne? No! That couldn’t be...
-You know her, then?
-She worked at the club until a week ago, when the owner asked her to take a time cut, but she refused and left. She was a very good friend, and I tried to find her after that but she’s light on her feet and didn’t leave anything for me to go on. Do you mind if we go see her?
-Not in the least, let’s go.
The figure sharpened into that of a vixen in her early twenties, wearing a long white overcoat over blue jeans and a tank top, looking the part she was playing. Sasha was a few steps ahead of me by the time we reached her, and called out the vixen’s name to get her attention. The coated figure turned, her neutral searching air changing to one of shame and concealment, trying to look down to the pavement rather then at her stage sister.
-Champ, what are you doing here? Please, let me take you out for something.
-Sasha, I’m... I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, replied the vixen, eyes slowly brimming with water. Go on home, and just forget you saw me, okay?
-No, no, said the rabbit, hugging her tight, I won’t do that. Ulrich, could you put us up at your hotel, just for tonight?
-I could, and for as long as you want, I answered. Come on, I’ll have something prepared for everyone. Anyone have a problem with quiche?
The two of us flanked the vixen as we headed towards the establishment, trying to get her mind off her previous activities quickly. I phoned up the kitchens as we approached for the night shift cooks to get a cheese and ham quiche ready for us in the lounge, one of the few finished parts of the hotel. The security guard at the entrance looked apprehensive as he saw the duo, but noticing me, nodded and stepped aside silently, not seeing the usual playful spark that playboys have when bringing in companionship. I led the girls to the lounge, were, as by my request, a table had been set with our meal. I took their coats to a nearby hat tree, leaving them to sit and start at their leisure. The vixen downed not less then half of the quiche, looking more rested and composed with a full stomach. Sasha didn’t leave her side throughout, finding relief in every small sign of improvement her friend showed. With the plates empty, a conversation ensued to try and bring Champagne back towards us.
-Champ, what happened to you? I couldn’t find you went you left the Marina, said the rabbit, putting and arm around her.
-I walked around a bit before going home, but when I did, I found my door locked and a notice from the landlord that my rent was due. I hadn’t gotten my last check from Rex and I wasn’t entitled to severance, so I didn’t have a dime to pay it with. I though about going to see you, but I just couldn’t somehow. I’ve been at a shelter on the North Side for the week, but there’s a limit to how long you can stay there as well. I thought maybe if I tried walking the streets, I might be able to make enough to get my place back. Maybe after the first one, it might not seem so bad...
The vixen fell apart with the last comment, dropping on Sasha’s shoulder sobbing like a calf. I could feel my own eyes getting damper as the rabbit’s orbs met mine, mouthing for me to help. I leaned over and putting a paw on Champagne’s shoulder, offered any words of comfort I could manage. The vixen settled down after a while, time enough for me to take her hands and make a proposition to her similar to that I’d made to Sasha for the cabaret. Her eyes lit up at the mention, and gave me a close embrace and a heartfelt yes in reply. The night was well underway by then, and a politely concealed yawn from the rabbit was enough to tell me that they needed they sleep. Another phone call had two communicating rooms ready for them aside my own, with beds as soft as their souls.

The next morning my awakening was less strained then usual, and kicking off with a good swing, I got to my paws, ready to see my guests as soon as possible. I just had time to get ready and tuck in my shirt when a knock came at the door, a certain surprise to me as the staff had standing orders to call me before coming to see me. I paced over and cracking the door open, I saw the rabbit and vixen looking back at me with wide smiles.
-Good morning Ulrich, said Sasha. How did you sleep?
-On both ears, I answered. So, are you two ready to go?
-Of course, replied Champagne. Who’s in charge of the cabaret, actually?
-I thought you might have guessed, I grinned. Song and dance is my first love, first and foremost.
-Really? I would’ve have guessed, shrugged the rabbit.
The three of us made our way to the main floor, where the workers were industriously continuing their art, now so close to fruition as to give me a certain twinge of anxiety as I looked around me. A cough interrupted my train of thought, the maitre d’Ô called for my attention as he approached, ready to announce another visitor.
-Mister Luther, a hyena that goes by the name of Stripes and a wolf named Rex are at the front door. Should I let them in?
-Oh, yes Victor, do so please, and see them to the lounge. We’ll be waiting there. If you could ask the kitchen to prepare a continental for five, I would be very grateful.
-Of course, sir.
The deer walked to the front of the hotel, signing to the guard to let the pair from the club in, their walk into the establishment affording us enough time to get to the lounge ourselves. The skunk’s eyes drifted all over the place as he came in with the wolf, who’s spirit seemed heavier then one in his profession could be expected to be. I welcomed them and offered them places at the table with the utmost courtesy, which they accepted on the instant, though the vixen had a certain air of loathing to her that could have stunned even the most stout-hearted creature.
-So, what good wind blows you by here?
-Actually, it’s anything but a good wind, mister Luther, replied the wolf.
-Call me Ulrich, please. I’m sorry to hear that, but what weighs on your shoulders?
-You might just have attended to the last show the Marina will ever present, said Rex. Unfortunately, I’ve been hard pressed to keep the establishment afloat lately, and the attendance isn’t very generous. All and all, the doors are closing. This morning I put the key in the door, and don’t think I’ll turn it again.
-Is that why...started Champagne.
-I couldn’t even afford the rent for the building, Champ, I’m sorry. If it’s any comfort, you’ll soon have the chance to see me panhandling on the street.
-That kind of fate is no comfort to anyone, I declared. How many people does the Marina have on staff?
-Twelve, said Rex. Why?
-I need more people here, on short notice. I’d be ready to take them all in, if you close your doors.
-Am I dreaming, exclaimed the wolf, or did I just hear that? This is a cathedral of miracles, isn’t it?
-Call it what you will, I call it a hotel with twelve vacant positions.
-Hum, interjected the hyena, just twelve? I mean, you know, that leaves us two under the bridges...
-Right now one of the kitchen staff takes care of the lounge bar over there, which I didn’t really like the thought of initially. Would you have a solution in mind?
-Do you need your paws licked clean?
-No, no, don’t think like that, but I do need a resume, just for the files.
-You’ll have it this afternoon, I swear.
-Ulrich, I know that my word has very little weight, said Rex, as the shamed owner of the failed establishment, but I’m a very stringent accountant, and I have all the credentials to go for the CBA examination. Would you find it in your heart to give me a hand too?
-Funny you should mention that, I lost my prime candidate last week to a private firm. Looks like you’re in, lupine! However, I think that the first step would be to get everyone here today so that we can debrief them on this whole business.
-Good idea, seconded Rex, I have all their numbers with me on my cell. Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll try to round everyone up.
The wolf left the table with his portable phone ready, starting down his list of former employees, most of which were more taken aback by their sudden lockout that morning then anything else, and very eager to meet with him about their job security. Though I stayed at the table, I was only there of body, my spirit floating to try and compose with the turn of events. The rabbit and vixen caught on to my train of thought and brought me back to earth by addressing the different dancer’s specialties, giving me a good overview to work with to start planning out the show with a mad pen scribbling in my agenda that I could barely consider to be my own, so possessed was its speed.

Half an hour later, I hurried to my office to get the paperwork needed to sign on the newest members of my establishment, thinking how to explain the situation without compromising Sasha and Champagne in my explanations. I returned to the lobby just in time to see the first of the ex-Mariners come in to meet their former employer in the lounge, a wolf, vixen and skunk, all as shapely as Grecian statues. They seemed rather disoriented in the partly completed building, but calling out to them I offered to show them the way as well as introducing myself in a cordial manner, not wanting to seem to forwards with the offers to give them time to understand the situation more extensively. By singles and pairs, the entire staff was soon accounted for, taking places at the tables in the room before Rex got up and tapping his glass called for their attention.
-Excuse me everyone, if I could have your attention, started the wolf. I’m glad you could all make it here today, though I really wish it were for a different reason. Well, I do and I don’t. I gave a verbal to some of you about the club’s situation on the phone, but just to recap for everyone, the Marina is officially out of business. We started taking losses a few months ago, and it’s been going downhill since. However, before anyone goes and fetches their pitchforks and everything, I have some good news. Ulrich, can you take over from here?
-First of all, I ‘d like to express my own gratitude to you all for coming down here to the hotel. My name is Ulrich Luther, proprietor of this establishment. This morning your employer Rex and Stripes the barman extraordinaire came to see me to explain what was the situation at the club, and my reply was an offer to hire all of you here to participate in the theatre that would be held daily in the auditorium opposite here, across the atrium, as well as singing acts here in the lounge. The shows would not be the same kind as you’ve been producing, however, but rather cabaret-style acts for which I will be the producer, having some informal training in the genre. Now I’m not pressing this on you, and it’s your choice entirely. I take it there are questions?
-Will you provide costumes or is that for us to look after, asked the wolf bitch I’d first seen coming in.
-All costumes are on my expense, I replied, and will be tailored to you individually. Grooming, makeup follow the same as well. Come as you are, and don’t worry about a thing.
-How about meals, asked a bat that had joined the meeting a bit late.
-Oh, I forgot to mention that, didn’t I? Room and board is provided here as part of your pay, as well as health benefits.
-Where do we sign, asked the female golden retriever who had joined Sasha at the table, apparently another of her close friends.
-Well, I have applications here ready for you to fill, though it’s just a formality. When you sign, consider yourselves on board. Here, pass them around.
I handed the pile of forms to Sasha, who quickly passed them along, a practice adopted by one and all in the group as each soon was searching for a pen to fill out the requested information. I was thrilled by the success of the transition, and could only hope that they would be as enthusiastic about the practices needed for the cabaret acts. It only took a few minutes for the papers to be filled out and end up back in my hands, partly because of the fact that no references were asked, only the strict minimum. The next announcement came as a bit of a surprise to the group, however.
-Now, tomorrow my staff tailor will be coming by along to fit all of you into your costumes, which you will have a chance to choose a the same time. Along with him will be the staff nurse, on hand to offer a full medical checkup for anyone who’s willing to take a few moments to go through the tortures. I recommend them, but I don’t have any reason to make them compulsory. Still, a clean bill of health is always a comfort and I encourage you to participate.  Other then that, I just got a sign that your rooms are ready, and you need only asked the maitre d’O to receive your keys. If any of you are planning to move in here from your homes, just tell him as well. There are provisions to aid you for this purpose. In the meantime, you can explore the hotel, for it’s as much your home as mine now. I’ll be floating if you need me.
The group slowly disbanded, singles and groups walking about in the building, giving me a certain feeling of assurance that they were feeling more and more comfortable with the arrangement. Stripes straddled the bar in a few steps and took stock of the liquid goods at his disposal while Rex questioned the maitre d’O about the hotel’s expenditures to get an idea what kind of books he’d be dealing with. One of the ex-dancers discretely proceeded to come over to my beautiful duo and me, a slim-built skunk in a faded white tee and jeans, which did him plenty of justice.
-Ulrich, I wondered if I could discuss something with you in private?
-I think that’s possible, if you two don’t mind...
-Oh, of course not, assured the vixen. We’ll go see the stage and the theatre. Come on, Sash!
-I’m sorry, said the skunk as he saw the two ladies hop away, but there’s something I felt I had to tell you, before you found out by some other means. If you don’t like it, I’d rather know now...
-Go ahead, please, I insisted. What’s on your mind?
-Sir, I’m...I’m homosexual. I don’t think the others know, but I felt that I had to be honest with you. I had a few run-ins with Rex about it, but he seemed to ignore the issue. Everyone else here is straight as an arrow, after all...
-Suppositions are hard things to support without a good basis in fact, Mephito. That’s your name, isn’t it?
-Yes, but supposition? What do you mean by that? Are you saying...
-I’m saying I understand where you sit, I replied with a kind smile. Euphemistically, I’ve been on both teams before. Bicurious, if you’ll excuse the term.
-I wouldn’t have guessed!
-It’s not public knowledge, I smiled. The first time I really met anyone serious was during my formative years in Brazil. I met a young jaguar that was also a temp at the resort where I worked. I don’t know why, we were walking one night, and well... I’ll skip the details from there on out.
-Whatever the case may be, said the skunk, offering his hand, it’s good to know there’s someone else here.
-Hey, it’s a small world, I replied, squeezing his palm. 
-Listen, could you show me to my room? I could get lost in here faster then you can sneeze.
-I nodded with a shrug and led Mephito to the elevator, riding it to the second floor, were his room would be ready, number 31, as the maitre d’Ô had informed me. I took out my passkey and gave him a copy for his own use, opening the door with the magnetic card. The skunk looked around with wide eyes, obviously impressed and delighted by the large suite, which he could call his own.
-Now this is nice, he sighed. I owe you a lot for this Ulrich.
-No, no it’s yours by right, I insisted.
-I’m certain I’m in your debt, said the skunk, putting his hand on my shoulder. Actually, how about a little payback, hmm?
-I wouldn’t want to...
Mephito gave a quick smile before pulling his shirt over his head and casting it aside, revealing nice, soft white fur all over him, his back stripes tracing his figure with detailed precision. I could feel a surge of energy as my eyes locked on his, my view only occasionally obstructed by the thin bang that hug over his face in an almost playful fashion. I opened my shirt, throwing it on his, showing my own black fur. The skunk paced forward and wrapped his arms around me, pushing our soft belly duvet together. He was a good six inches shorter then me, but just tall enough to rest his head on my shoulder. I nudged his muzzle to have him look at me, then in a slow movement, kissed him long and hard, feeling his tongue on my canines as I ran mine on his small sharp ivories. Mephito wasted no time to slip a hand down my back to my tush, though I had to qualms with doing the same with both hands, forcing him to undo his button. With a shy gaze, he smiled and broke the silence.
-Does the big kitty want to put his big kitty cock in my little skunky butt?
-The big kitty wouldn’t mind if the skunky feels like it.
-The little skunky would really like it, but would the kitty mind a rubber?
-Not in the least, if the skunky has one too.
Pulling down his pants and boxers, Mephito grabbed his dick with a sly grin, teasing me until I was as bare as him and we were back in each other’s arms, with the warmth of our crotches growing as we screwed around. In an almost acrobatic move, he dropped on all fours, getting a condom from his pant’s pockets, putting it on as he batted me with his soft fluffy tail. I got my own from my wallet, a ribbed magnum I’d been carrying around for two days and I hugged him as my fingers searched for my prize, finding him well ready and relaxed for me to get in. Inch by inch, I sent my dick in his sweet, tense hole, getting a few gasps from him as I started to move about.
-Oh, kitty kitty, fuck me hard and fast, can’t you? Just bump me like a cheap kid...
-Yes skunky boy. Let’s see how you like it...
I took his cock with both hands, pumping him as I worked my own magic, driving him to his elbows and knees as we panted like thirsty dogs. Mephito gave a long moan as he came, scant moments before I did. Not that it was the end, for with our jackets off, we played around until neither of us could hold anymore, and we fell to the floor, tired and sweaty.
-Are kitties really afraid of water, or do they want to take a shower with skunkies?
-Kitties don’t mind, I replied, licking him from ear to lip. Come on skunky...
That shower would remain to this day one of the most intense of my life, its apex coming when Mephito almost passed out as I gave him a blow as we dried off, the skunk sitting on the seat with his head rested on the tank, moaning and wheezing to high heaven until I took his load.
-Consider that a raise, I said with a smile as I wiped my mouth.
-I guess I’ll have to work hard for another bonus...
-Naah, I’m very good to my employees...
With my camouflaging cleanup over with, I snuck back downstairs to try and find the girls, scouting about until I spotted them on the stage, actually practicing a duet of classic rock tunes. Their voices were like crystal, and I could hardly bring myself to interrupt them at all. Sasha caught sight of me before I could help it though, and waved for me to come along and join them. My voice being so deep, I settled with backing them up in their tunes, still acquitting myself pretty well considering the impromptu circumstances and my previous activities, chuckling to myself that maybe skunk cum is good for the vocal cords. We went on for a while until Rex walked in with a wide smile, apparently very much enjoying the concert himself.
-If you’d walked into my club and asked for a job, you wouldn’t have had time to finish your sentence and found yourself in a slip on stage, Ulrich.
-Thanks for the vote of confidence, but that chapter of my life hasn’t been written yet. So, what’s up?
-Well, I just got the ledgers from your major-domo and crunched the number over some strong coffee.
-So? How are things? Last time I checked things were on track.
-They were, nodded the wolf, until you hired us. Unfortunately, that just edges you into the red. It’ll be fine, these projected figures show that things will pay off within a limited time, but in the interim, there’s a margin missing.
-And I already went to the bank, I said with a ponderous air. Well, that just means I’ll have to see some old friends.
-Your friends have some cash you can borrow?
-Cash is a large part their business, I smiled. I’ll go right now and settle this before anyone else gets wiser about it, especially the bank. Running up short when you’re on a loan like me is not really the best thing for your line of credit.
-Could we come, asked Champagne, or do you want to go alone?
-I don’t see any problem about you two coming if you want, but just remember that this excursion is between us and that no one is to know that I dealt with these people, all right?
-Sure, said Sasha, but who is it?
-We’ll take a taxi and you’ll meet him, I insisted.
The girls seemed more curious then anything as they followed me to the atrium where I summoned a taxi on the courtesy phone near the doors. Minutes later, a sleek black cab was at the entrance, the driver coming out to open the doors for us as we walked towards it.
-Where do you good people want to go, asked the driver as we settled in the back seat.
-I want to see Badger.
-Badger? Who the fuck are you, then, he replied, turning around to face me and reaching in his pocket for his firearm, only to find me pointing mine at his forehead.
-Tell him it’s Attila, he’ll know.
-You’d better have a damn good excuse for this shit, or you’ll be in the ocean in a sleeping bag in no time flat.
-Thanks for the warning. Now, let’s roll, shall we?
The man pulled out of the roundabout with a scream from the tires, the rabbit and vixen now more worried then ever, though I gave them a reassuring hug and mouthed that things were fine. We headed to a large house near the ocean with a private beach, walled off with a ten-foot concrete and steel-fencing perimeter. It felt strange as we passed the automated gates and rolled on to the front entrance of the building, like memories form another age. The driver got out first, ushering us out of the vehicle as three more men from the doors came to surround us as we headed for the entrance. We were led down the main corridor to the study, a large room with panoramic windows overlooking the calm waves crashing on the sands below. At the desk in the middle of it was a middle-aged badger in a full suit, as he’d always worn, the same tone of grey as his fur, though he almost had a heart attack as the driver, who’d accompanied us until then, announced us.
-Don Ulrich and two friends, sir.
-Don...oh my sweet Jesus, called the man, springing to his feet and briskly walking to take me in an hug. Ulrich, you little fuck, it’s been too long! Your father would be proud of you, boy. That place in Tijuana is a beauty.
-Thanks Badger, it’s been a while.
-Why didn’t you come back? This place is yours, Attila. I took the reins, but didn’t think I’d be sitting in for you this long. What had it been, ten years?
-Nine, I corrected, and three months.
-Sorry to cut in, said Sasha, but who are you, and why did you call Ulrich a Don?
-Ulrich, said the badger in a low voice, do you want to tell them?
-They might as well know, I answered. Sasha, Champagne, my father was Don Kaline, the godfather in Miami for the Bronco clan. I was still in college when a gunman that had been working for him turned on him and killed him and my mother. Before I knew it, Badger had taken him out in vengeance. I’m still grateful for that, Badger.
-Don’t mention it, that sick fuck deserved the clip.
-Anyway, he came to see me and told me what had happened. I wasn’t ready to deal with it, and even less to succeed him. Badger offered to take his place, and I didn’t protest for a second. Time went on, and I followed my path, and well, I haven’t thought too much about taking over.
-And you’re a better man because of that, said the badger. Here we’re all, how did your father say it...
-A bunch of scared little motherfuckers that hide their puny dicks behind big guns, I said getting a good laugh from the attendance. Ain’t that the truth?
-Damn right, said Badger as he stopped laughing. So, now you bought the old Magi’s, eh? Good, good. The previous owner was a dumb little fuck with more shit in his ass then brains in his head. Did you need a hand with it?
-Well, actually yes.
-Then don’t worry, just find Jumpy and he’ll set your straight. Think of it as a belated Christmas present.
-No, I can’t do that, I said. My father used to say that you don’t take from the family, you either borrow or you give something nicer back.
-God bless that cat, said the badger.
-I’ll pay you back illico, I’ll save two penthouses for you and you can count on me if you need anything, all right Badger?
-You’re like a son to me, Ulrich, said the badger as he gave me another hug before taking me aside for a moment. By the way, sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but there’s a contract floating around for that vixen of yours there.
-What? From who, and for what?
-This is some sick shit, Ulrich. It’s her old man, and he wants her kaput, said the badger running a claw across his neck. Looks like he got wind that she was a dancer and shit and he doesn’t want anyone to know, ever, know what I mean? I guy that Jumpy knows told him, and it looks like he was the one the old guy went to see. I told him that if anyone I know takes it, I’d cut off his balls and eat’em. Either you buy her a Kevlar dress, or you’d better have a plan, eh?
-For now, keep it on the down low, and I’ll take the contract, just so it doesn’t keep bouncing around, okay?
-Right. If you want more info, just ask Jumpy. He’s right about as pissed off about as I am. Actually, he suggested he’d take the fox out for bullet price. Worst comes to worst...
-Hey, Attila didn’t forget how to use a snapper either, Badger.
-You...
-Two drug muscles in Tijuana tried to come in and rough me up to move in on the hotel, I said as I pointed to my forehead twice.
-Oh shit, oh shit! You don’t fuck with Attila, eh? Eh?
-I’ll come back later, Badger. Take care.
-You too, Ulrich. Jumpy’s in the backyard showing the ropes to a wet-balled little wanker that wants to become a slugger. Damn, you look like your father now...
I gave the badger a grin as I signed for the girls to follow me and dismissed the escorts as we made our way to the wooded area aside the house, near one of the perimeter walls. The area had always been called the backyard, but it was actually the training area for member of the family and its associates. A small number of targets were draped over cement hoppers filled with sand to stop the bullets as they passed through the target, and I could see my old friend, a kangaroo who my father had adopted into the family when I was just out of my teens, himself about the same age. We’d gotten along great until I left for college and he’d stayed behind as a member of the organization. He and a crocodile were holding suppressed AUG Steyrs, aiming at the targets, the croc letting a few rounds off, which, though precise enough, were few and far between what would be required during a proper hit. The ‘roo turned around and seeing me, let out a cry that almost made his apprentice dive to the ground.
-Ulrich? Good God! It is you! One of the boys came and told me that you were here!
-Jumpy, Jumpy, how’s life?
-A real bitch, which is just fine with me as long as she has a nice tail and soft fur. Wow, dames! I see you’re not a lonely heart yourself, eh?
-Save it, ‘roo boy. So you’re in charges of accounts now?
-More or less, I keep clean books and I can recover my costs if it comes to that. Speaking of which, do you still remember how to use one of these?
-Oh come on, I said with a grin as I accepted the SMG from Jumpy and took aim at the targets. So are we doing a clean-up?
-Let’s see, the three to the left and the second from the right are bad guys and the others are innocent little puppies. Can you handle it?
-Just watch, ‘roo.
I took a step back and let a dozen shots fly, three perfectly aligned shots to the head on the four prescribed targets, not even touching the others.
-The puppies are safe, I said, handing the weapon back to Jumpy.
-You son of a bitch, you always out-shot me, didn’t you? So, what’s in the accounts you need?
-Let’s say four hundred thousand, to be on the safe side, a short-term loan, maybe for a year or so.
-Fine with me. I’ll find you account number, don’t worry, said the ‘roo with a smile. Can you give me a hand with my cold-blooded killer here?
-Sure. Okay, shoulder dropped down, put the stock between your shoulder and collarbone, relax your muscles, and just let the iron touch the top of the fork. Breath out with each shot, and as you move, just do it in a smooth movement, don’t jerk towards each target. Anyway, I have to get going. If you have some spare time, come by the hotel, won’t you? The family’s welcome, and my security’s tighter then a faggot’s ass.
-I’ll take you up on that, laughed Jumpy. See you later, then!
-Before I go, I said, pulling him aside out of earshot, I heard about the contract on my friend there.
-You did eh? What kind of a sick fuck puts a contract out like that? Shit if he was that target, said Jumpy, taking a clip at the bull’s eye of one of the sheets, that’s what he’d get from me!
-Do you know anything else? Where he is, when he offered it?
-He actually invited Tracks, my bud the deer, to his place to talk, two days ago. He was stammering like crazy, but he seemed as pissed off like a neutered dog. I wouldn’t turn my back to him for a second, if you see him.
-Could you send Tracks my way when you have the chance?
-He’ll be at your place tonight, around ten, how that?
-Just perfect. Keep me posted, and here’s my card.

We left the backyard, heading back to the front of the building, where the driver had been waiting to take us back to the hotel. In the car, the two were very talkative, insistent on knowing more about my liaison with the family, but somewhat reassured by the distance I kept with it and the business they involved themselves in.
-It’s the path they chose, and they walk it, I said with a definitive tone. I chose not to take it, for a few reasons, not the least of which is that I like to keep a clean conscience.
-But you did you know, do a few things, questioned Sasha.
-O Tempores, O Mores, Sasha. Everyone has a past, as dull or colourful as what life threw at them.
-True, replied Champagne, with an almost regretful air to her. Speaking of which, you were talking to Badger about me when he took you aside, didn’t you? I could see you were looking at me now and then.
-I don’t know if you really want to hear this, I huffed with a heavy sigh.
-Hey, today’s full of surprises, said the vixen with a sharp-toothed grin. Go ahead.
-Champagne, I said as I put my arm around her and pulled her closer to my shoulder, your father put out a contract for your life.
-What, exploded the fox as her green eyes locked on mine. What did you say?
-Your father offered a contract to one of the family’s acquaintances to eliminate you to, well for lack of a better way to say it, keep your family’s reputation clean. He apparently didn’t approve of your occupation as of late at all. Badger refused to take the contract, which means that it was still out there, but I took it, so that means that no one will be after you. It’s just the way it is in the biz - one contract, one man. Nonetheless, I want to get to the bottom of this and I’m meeting the man your father talked to tonight to get more information.
The vixen’s eyes brimmed with water as she feel against me, sobbing like mad, moaning like a calf as she clawed at my coat, completely besides herself. I held her tightly against me, trying to calm her down a bit, but it was obvious that it would be a lost cause for a while. Sasha looked at the scene with a completely dejected air, but seeing the steady determination in my eyes, she nodded and understood that I was stretching myself thin to keep it together as well and that I wouldn’t let anything of the sort come to pass. We arrived at the hotel in short order, where I whisked our group inside to Champagne’s room. The vixen’s irritated eyes had no more tears to give, but she was still as unsteady and a trembling jaw told volumes on her state. I wrapped my arms around her once more, Sasha doing the same from behind her, which seemed to ease her somewhat as she finally spoke.
-Why, Ulrich, why? I’m a monster because I became a dancer? I had no money, no education, just my body. I – I did what I could to survive, that’s all! All I have is this, said the vixen throwing off her shirt, all I still have is what I was born with!
-No, that’s not all, I said, gripping her by the shoulders, you have your spirit, your courage and your friends, friends that will do everything they can to see you through this.
-We’ll never give up on you, Champ, said the rabbit, running her hand through the vixen’s hair, never.
-Screw me, right now.
-What?
-One of you, both of you whatever, just – just fuck me hard and fast. Come on, just do it. I need to feel something again.
The vixen shot forward and gripped my head, kissing me as she pushed me down on the bed, taking off the rest of her clothes. Her body was as taunt as any, but her fur nothing short of silk and her lips warm and starved as she worked off my ensemble. Sasha quickly sandwiched her against me, turning the vixen to face her as she played around with her, leaving me to run my hands on their burning, wet crotches. I was massaging the vixen’s when I felt a clawed hand grip me and shove me into one of the clits and in a frenzied, almost primitive dance, I fucked with a mad intensity hardly matched in the wilds, hearing Champagne gasp and search for breath as I went on, clawing at the sheets with all fours as her long, soft tail whipped about. Finally, in a cry muffled in a feminine kiss, I exploded in her and the three of us collapsed in a bunch in a mix of grunts, purring and laughs.
-Ohh, kitty, kitty, the foxie likes, giggled Champagne, stretching out. Can you do it again?
-You’d better believe it.
-Hey, it’s the bunny’s turn, complained Sasha. Ulrich, get on here!
With a growl and roar, I pounced on her and proceeded with nailing the rabbit in a fall swoop, ending in her screaming something that sounded like ‘woohoo!’ Only the second time that day, I ended up in a shower with more warm bodies around me then usual, though truth be said I could hardly complain. As we dressed back up, Champagne extended an open invitation for us to meet back here later for the night, which with an embarrassed smile and low laugh I kidded that it would be a hard sell for me to accept until Sasha turned with a diabolical grin and lifting the corner of her shirt, took my face and guided my muzzle to her tatooed tit. Suckling slowly with my raspy tongue, I gave a thumbs-up through half-open eyes.

In the meantime, however, I had the conscious response to look at the alarm clock, seeing it was twenty to ten, meaning that in wasn’t long before my meeting with Tracks and that we’d been doing the fucky-sucky for just over two hours, which explained why I was slightly unsteady on my paws. I took my leave and headed for the lounge, where Stripes was experimenting with the mixes at the bar, trying a few new recipes while he had the time to do so. He saw me come in and waved to me to come over and he finished a red-coloured drink, sliding it over to me.
-Here, Ulrich, try this thing. It’s called the Pussy Cat, apparently. Grenadine, vodka and strawberry juice. Wow, your eyes are a bit glazed over already, eh?
-Oh, don’t ask don’t tell, Stripes, I answered as I emptied the glass. Not bad, this is pretty good!
-Hey, you’re talking to stripes here, smiled the hyena. I don’t do Shirley Temples or Virgin Marys.
-Good, I doubt anyone would ask for that kind of stuff here anyway. Is there anything missing back there?
-Customers, joked the canine. Well, no, nothing I noticed to date. By the way, I heard some noise about you coming back with the ladies in bad shape earlier.
-Sharp ears, eh?
-Well, it’s a legendary part of bartending. Anyway, I’ll forget it if you want.
-Let’s just say that there’s some bad business going down in someone’s backyard, and that I’m doing all I can to help.
-Bad business? Heh, I wouldn’t think you’d ever play around with that, Ulrich.
-I couldn’t say that so easily-
-My apologies for my interruption, Don Ulrich, said a voice from behind me, which got me spinning on the stool, sidearm training on the muzzle of a deer buck, who, though obviously not expecting the sudden reaction, didn’t twitch as I returned it to it’s holster.
-Tracks, it’s been a while, I returned, recognizing the intruder.
-Apparently not long enough for you to get rusty, Ulrich. Badger came with me, but I think he’s still in the lobby.
-And there he comes, I said, seeing the monochrome figure approaching, taking a seat aside me.
-It’s a nice job you’re doing here, kid. This your bartender eh?
-The name’s Stripes, at your service, said the hyena, slapping his towel over his arm. Anything I can get you gentlemen?
-I’ll have a brandy, said badger. You, Tracks, anything?
-Just a gin and tonic with a twist of lime, thanks. So, Ulrich, Jumpy told me that you wanted to know more about this fucked-up hit that the old fox tried to pin me on?
-You got it, antlers. What can you tell me?
-He calls me up around ten in the morning, tells me that he heard from someone that I know people that can take care of situations with discretion, and invites me to his place to discuss it further, as soon as possible. ‘Course, I don’t even think about heading out until nine at night, but that just goes to show that he’s never done this kind of shit. Then, I’m real suspicious about going to his place, right? Anyway, I pack in a Neostadt in my case and I go out to see what’s this whole thing about. The address is a penthouse downtown, third story of a café, here’s the number, by the way. Anyway, he gets me up there, and there he is, with his wife, who’s just holding it together as he tells me what he wants. He’s all pissed off, but it’s built up shit, you know? Like he worked himself up to it. Well he’s there, telling me this and give him the rate, you know, standard bullet and shit, and he goes ‘Fine, just do it and I’ll pay you’. No retainer, nothing. I just nod and go, before it goes any further, because I know that even if I heard the whole story, it just gets personal, you know? Plus, Badger would’ve shot my ass off if I’d taken it on.
-You’d better believe it, said the badger. So, what are you going to do now?
-I’m going to pay him a visit and explain the facts of life to him, I replied. Either he shakes loose or I’ll have to improvise, though I hope I won’t have to that.
-Right, it’s no use roughing up a guy that doesn’t know what he’s dealing with, said the buck.
-Speaking of which, we brought some gifts, said Badger, getting the duffle bag he’d been carrying along. Stripes, how well do you shut up?
-Tight as a tomb, replied the hyena, nodding. 
-You hire very talented people, Ulrich. Anyway, He’s a Steyr with two clips, plus six clips worth of ammo, three smokers, and something to replace that piece of shit you carry.
-Desert Eagle, I smirked, looking over the handgun, with a laser.
-Nothing’s too good for our Don, said Tracks.
-I’m not your Don, I muttered, putting away the goods into the bag. Badger is.
-You’ll be, one day, sighed the badger.
-What do you mean? I don’t...
-The family’s yours, Ulrich. I won’t be around forever, after all. Just do the math. I’m fifty-three, you’re thirty-two. And even then, that gap might get cut down quicker.
-Why, you’re in great shape, for God’s sake!
-Ulrich, I have bone marrow cancer, inoperable. The docs give me two years, at best. When I go, the chair’s yours.
-Badger, I – I’m sorry, I didn’t know.
-Neither did I until a few weeks back. Bad way to start a week, eh? Anyway, at least I’m sure the place will be in good hands when I go.
-I’m not a Don, Badger. Seriously, we already had this talk...
-You father had just died when we had, he underlined. You weren’t ready then.
-And I’ll never be, I stated. I chose my path, Badger.
-It’s not something you can walk away from, Ulrich, said the badger. Its all your father could give you as a heritage, his life’s work. Right now, it’s in a trust, that’s all.
-That’s Don Kaline’s heritage, not my father’s.
-Your father was Don Kaline! Anyway, sighed the badger, someday maybe you’ll accept that. For now, how about a little tour? This place is real nice...
Giving back empty glasses to a very confused hyena, we left the lounge as I showed the hotel to my two guests, who took stock of the suites that I had put aside for them when we passed by them, though a certain cloud had passed over my mood, as if there was something nagging my conscience that had risen from the distant reaches of my memory. After all, Badger had only spoken the truth about the situation...

An hour later, my guests took their leave with the promise of returning whenever they had the time, allowing me to form a plan concerning Champagne’s father. I changed into more casual clothes, though still buckled over my trench coat, a great means of concealment for the small arsenal that Badger had left with me, along with my usual assortment of tools. I hired a taxi to bring me to the address Tracks had given me, which ended up being a high-class apartment building in the heart of the city, with a respectable level of security. The lobby doors were locked, and through the glass I could see that the elevators were also operated by key, making that option very unenviable overall. The alternative was a fire escape on the side of the building, with drop-down stairs. I mantled to the top of a dumpster aside the metal structure, jumping to catch the stairs, which creaked slowly as they dropped down, opening the path for me to get to the second level. I executed similar feats of gymnastics until I overlooked the fourth floor, a roof-level apartment with a vast patio, well furnished with obviously quite luxurious wares. A single door and two long revolving lined the wall of the building, both in a nice modern styling to match the rest of the decor. The latter open to drawn in some of the cool air to ventilate the domicile, to my advantage. Slipping in through one of them, I let my eyes get used to the dark and listened close to any sounds in the flat. It was an open concept, with only a few walls and columns, with sparse decoration, almost a magazine cover page. Not bad, I thought, but that’s not why I’m here. I could hear some muffled voices further ahead, off to the left, seeming more like heavy breathing then anything else. I took out the Steyr, creeping forwards slowly enough for my paw cushions to deafen my approach. The sounds became clearer and clearer, confirming my suspicions. As I turned the corner of the partitioning wall, I entered the bedroom area, and on the bed was the fox couple, the vixen getting stuffed like a turkey by her husband. I gave a sharp cough to get their attention, the response a muffled gasp as Champagne’s father pulled out and came on the sheets.
-Pardon the interruption, I said, unable to keep the comic comment to myself, let me introduce myself. My name is Ulrich, Don of the Bronco family.
-What, what do you want, said the vixen, trying to pull up some covers on herself while her husband scurried to find his underwear.
-Well, you see, I thought we might have a little heart-to-heart about your familial situation.
-You mean...
-It was brought to my attention that you put out a contract for your daughter’s assassination. Her name is Champagne, a beautiful, intelligent and kind vixen who, if I may say so myself, looks much like her mother, probably exactly as she did in her youth, hmm? Now, let me tell you what we’re going to talk about. First, you’re going to tell me why Champagne left home.
-You have no right to-
-Rights? Right? What the fuck do you know about rights, you little shit? The right to have your daughter put out? Now, you’d better start moving that muzzle in a creative fashion to make me happier then I am right now.
-We don’t have to tell you anything, said the vixen.
-All right, I said, pointing the SMG at the fox, tie her to the bed with the covers, right now. Keep quiet, and just do it, hear me? I’ve right about had it with your stalling.
I watched carefully as he got off the bed and taking the sheet, tied the vixen’s hands to the bed frame, which I secured fast before doing the same to him at gunpoint, like Jumpy had showed me when I was young. I walked over to the bed, and looking at the fox, reached over and brushed back the vixen’s hair. With every last strand in place, I moved down and took a good hold of her breasts, feeling them as soft and warm as any. The fox was in ever growing disbelief of the situation, but still remained silent as I took off my pants, and in a lightning manoeuvre, mounted the vixen from the back.
-So, let’s continue our conversation, shall we? Why did Champagne leave here?
-I, err, I-
-She left because you tried to get her in bed, exclaimed the vixen, strangely more and more cooperative in the encounter. She left because you tried to hoax her to have sex with you because I was getting older!
-Tania, that’s not true-
-Shut up, Will, it’s the truth, continued the vixen, panting hard as I kept fucking her. She wouldn’t have it, and you threatened to kick her out if she didn’t strip for you, but before you knew it, she was already gone! Now you want her dead so no one will know. But now everyone does, Will!
-Tina, I’ll-
-You’ll what? Beat me, like you always say you will if I don’t let you fuck me? You can’t even get it up right! It’s like being done by a worm! Come on Don Ulrich, fuck me blind! If I only get proper sex once in my life, make me remember it!
The fox sat listless as I undid the vixen’s ties, taking her in all the positions I could remember, driving her insane until she finally took me in the mouth, falling to the bed with a long sigh. I could have hoped that the interview would have been a little more predictable, but the results, were, well, conclusive, to say the least. Now, the question was what to do with the situation at hand. I looked at the couple for a moment, then realized that there was no point in endangering the vixen by leaving her with Champagne’s father, and that the hotel, once more, would provide a safe haven for one who would need it. What to do with him was another question. Would he go to the police? Doubtful, considering what had caused me to go in and visit them in the first place. He’d probably go to the first tavern he saw and booze himself up until he got the courage to do something, which, knowing his kind, would be to fall in some lost alleyway somewhere in the city and pass out in his own vomit. I motioned for the vixen to get dressed, which she did, striding over to a wardrobe on the far wall, from which she also pulled a medium-sized suitcase, which she proceeded to pack with all her clothes, looking over her shoulder with a scornful air to her husband, as if she had some unthinkable pleasure in seeing him watch her go with me. Minutes, later, we were down the private elevator into the parking level of the building, where the vixen pointed to a high-end sedan, a sleek black affair she seemed glad to be taking with her. Handing me the keys, she took the passenger seat, looking at me occasionally as I drove out of the parking, shooting up the ramp and turning hard onto the street, ripping it up to the hotel. The vixen relaxed more and more as we put kilometres behind us, and gave a sigh of relief as our destination came into view. The doorman seemed surprised to see me at the wheel of a car, especially since I had gone out in a cab, but as I tossed him the key and asked him to park it in the lot, his attitude changed, happy to take the very nice vehicle for a spin. I opened the door for the vixen, letting her get up while I handled her baggage, rolling the suitcase along as we entered, almost bowled over by Champagne as she rushed down the corridor from the elevators. The vixen let everything go and hugged her little one close, crying hot tears together the moment they touched.
-Champagne, there you are, baby, said the older vixen. I missed you so much, sweetie.
-Mom, I can’t believe it, you’re really here, answered the ex-dancer. Where’s...where’s...
-He’d back at his place, replied the vixen, as if to point out once and for all that she dissociated herself with any and all actions he had chosen. Ulrich say’s we’re safe...
Champagne turned to me and wrapping her arms around me, gave me a long, warm kiss, staring at me with a tender smile as she walked back to her mother’s side and accompanied her to the suite aside her and Sasha, which didn’t bother me in the least. The rabbit was besides herself as the three met up inside, too busy talking and catching up their heartfelt emotions to notice me as I rolled the suitcase in and quietly left them to their peace. I gave the doorman and the security guards downstairs a few recommendations about keeping a lookout for a fox resembling Champagne’s father, then considered my own rest. It was late, certainly, but nothing past eleven something, though I was tired enough from my little outing that I could feel my muscles complain about the abject treatment they’d received. As I turned around and started down the corridor, I saw the door of number 31 open and a white-haired face poke out, it’s white eye-patches looking at me along with a shy smile.
-Hey kitty, said Mephito. Why are you out this late?
-‘Cause I’m a bad alley cat, I replied with a pout. I like the dark...
-Well, I’d go out in the dark with you, but I’m not properly dressed for it, returned the skunk, stepping out of the doorframe to reveal his fully nude body.
-Poor skunky, you look cold, I said, hugging him and grabbing his cock.
-So does the bad kitty. Wanna make the skunky warm?
I gave a husky giggle and closed the door behind me as I walked into his apartment, picking up Mephito in my arms, who put his around my neck as I lay him on the open bed, stroking his soft fur before starting to give him head, caressing his furry balls and purring until he came in my mouth with a long moan. Before he could think of returning the favour, I had turned off the lights and pulled the covers over us, cuddling close with the skunk as we drifted into sleep.

It was the first time I woke up in another man’s bed in my recent memory, but it was a pleasant arousal, the skunk straddling me and kissing me with his long hair all over my face. I pulled him against me, humming as our tongues played around, with no intent on getting up for a while. After a while, Mephito jumped off and onto his paws, stretching out his slim frame before helping me up and dragging me into the shower to hoax me into a repeat performance from the last time I had been in the tub with him. Once the ecstasy was over and we had given each other a good soak-down, we headed for the living room, where I used the phone to call up breakfast to the room and asking for an update on the morning traffic.
-No use going down there just yet, it’s still early, I said, putting the receiver back.
-I wonder what the tube has to say this morning, grunted the skunk, turning on the television and finding the news channel in a few quick clicks. What the...
-...this morning, around two, a fox jumped from his forth-floor apartment in the downtown core, apparently leaving no evidence of struggle for police to find. William Deacon was, from neighbour’s and friend’s testimony, sound of mind and would not have been compelled to do such a drastic act. He is survived by his wife and two daughters...
-Two daughters, I exclaimed. What?
-Do you know something I don’t, asked Mephito as he turned to me, because I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t seem too phased by the news.
-His wife is with one of his daughters, Champagne, down the hall.
-That was Champ’s father? Poor girl, shuddered the skunk, that must be terrible...
-Not really, considering their history. Bah, suffice it to say that this is an end to a nasty chapter, and that all and all, it’s for the better.
-Good to hear, shrugged Mephito. Can I lean against you for a while?
-Don’t even ask, skunky, I replied, pulling him against me.
The television changed to morning cartoons as soon as the report on the fox’s suicide ended, alleviating the atmosphere as I stroked Mephito’s hair and he toyed with my tail. Room service finally arrived, bringing forth two mushroom omelettes and orange sparklers. The bellhop added a comment as he unloaded the cart on the table.
-A lady vixen at the 37 asked to see you when you could manage the time. She seemed very happy though, so I don’t think it’s any bad news for you.
-One lady fox?
-Two, actually, one was behind her.
-Oh, good, I sighed. Here’s for your troubles, friend, and your discretion.
-Of course, sir, thank you. Bon appétit.
-Ulrich, can I ask you something, said Mephito after having gone through half his meal, something a bit personal?
-I think at the point where we are, personal stuff is no problem, I returned, caressing his face. What is it?
-Do you really feel something for me, you know, more then just the fun we have together? I’m not asking you to commit to anything, but...
-I do, Mephito, I said. I feel it when I see you, and something stays lingering on after I go. I don’t know if you have it too...
-Yes, replied the skunk. Come over here, you!
-Do you want something, I asked with a grin as he changed sofas aside me.
-Hmm well, started Mephito, holding my hips, do you want to take me here?
-Would you like to do the opposite?
-You mean...
-I mean a kitty’s ass is really tight, I said, raising my legs and opening my hole a bit. Come on, skunky boy!
-Oh boy, oh boy! I’ll go get something, just a second...
Mephito bounced off to his room and came back with two rubbers and a bottle of lube, before I knew it, we were both prepped and I was slumped back in the seat with the skunk holding my legs open as he fucked me like a savage, searching for breath until he finished, tired out from the mad burst of lust.
-Whew! Well, I muttered, that was something!
-Sorry if I went too hard...
-Naah, I’ve had worst, I insisted. If you’ll excuse me though, I have to see how steady I’ll be walking today. Not bad, not bad, I’m not limping...
-Great, I wasn’t thinking too straight when we were back there.
-There’s no ‘straight thinking’ when you’re going at a guy in rear, skunky, I grinned with a laugh.
Mephito burst out at the comment, searching for something to wear before throwing me my own things. Decent enough to be presentable, we snuck out of the room, the skunk heading for the elevators, while I made my way to Champagne’s suite. I gave a short rap at the door, only to find myself yanked inside and wrapped tight by two vixens, both talking my ears off in euphoric tones. Tania was the loudest, and her eyes spoke volumes at the relief that her husband’s passing had procured to her, as if she no longer had anything to fear in this world. Champagne’s was different, more of a air of hope, that she could rebuild her world from what was now left of it, purified from the negative karma that had polluted it. After partaking in the rejoicing conversation, I switched to a more down-to-earth mood and asked what the older vixen would do now that her husband had passed.
-Well, first of all, if you could help me witness for the insurance claims, I can gather his pension plan, so that’ll be something in the bank I can count on. Then, I’ll sell the flat, and move in closer to here, so I can be with my little girl, announced Tania, hugging her daughter.
-I can probably lend a hand with that too, as soon as I clear out the last kinks from the grand opening of the hotel. After all, it’s only two weeks away, and we’ve yet to prepare a single musical act for the cabaret. In the meantime, mi casa es tu casa, feel free to stay. I’d hate to be indiscrete, but do you have a liberal occupation?
-I’m a stockbroker, answered the vixen. The worst kind of gambling addict, I guess. I have a good base already and I have plenty of returns from it.
-Great to hear, absolutely, I smiled, patting her on the shoulder. Well, I don’t want to intrude more then necessary. I should have something of a roster together for the shows this afternoon, so I guess there’ll be a meeting sometime around supper. Actually, why not a brunch? Whatever the case, I’ll see you both there, eh? Oh, and Champagne, the tailor will be there too, so wear something comfortable. He’ll probably want to take measurements for the costumes and get started on the orders.
-Boy, you’re busy, aren’t you, said Tania.
-A guardian angel doesn’t get any rest, seconded Champagne with a grin.
-I hardly consider myself anything near an angel, but thanks for the kind words.
-Do you really have to go so soon, asked Tania, or can you stay a while?
-The roster won’t take long, I already have a good idea who to hand the parts to, I shrugged with a grin. It’s not the most stressful part of my position, to be honest.
-In that case, make yourself comfortable, Ulrich, insisted Champagne.
-For starters, said Tania, I don’t know the first thing about my hero.
-I admire your definition of heroism, but I’ll take what I can.
I sat in one of the guest sofas in the living room with the vixens opposite to me on the larger loveseat, seeming absorbed by my speech as I gave them a quick once-over about my live and times, trying to skip the less tasteful parts, but still getting the message through that I had my times down in the dirt. Halfway through, Champagne got up and changed seats to come and sit on my lap, toying with my ears as I went on, to the great amusement of her mother. I took it in stride and wrapped my hands around her waist, stroking her long tail until she let me up to go, no less then an hour later. As I was making for the door, the two came to see me off, though Tania grabbed my wrist before I could leave.
-Come back with us here tonight, all right, Ulrich? We have a little surprise for you.
I nodded with a strong blush, hurrying off to my apartments with a brisk pace, wondering who else would be hitting on me today. I slumped back in my office chair with a half-yowl, half-sigh, getting the folder from my filing cabinet concerning the acts I had planned. They were rather simple, but had the pizzazz and glitter that got anyone’s attention fast, three a night, forty-five minutes long. I cast Sasha and Champ as the leads for a few of them, and with a sly grin, Mephito for the ones with male main characters. The rest of the parts went out by attitude and register, all the positions filled by the cast in a stable and restful pace, making for a well-balanced and restful pace, though still not lightening up on the glam. I finished just in time for the brunch I had planned and got a call from the Maitre d’Ô announcing that all had been advised and were gathering in the lounge. I grabbed my papers and stuffed them into my suitcase, eager to get confirmation from the players on their given parts. I was joined in my elevator cab by the bat and dog bitch, both looking enthusiastic about the news I would give, poking me to get a sneak preview, though with just as much humour I resisted and called that they had good scripts to learn, and no lack of them. We arrived in the lounge to see a full house, though the cast were going backstage one by one to get measured by the tailor, who had arrived as promised, his assistant greeting me and excusing his patron for having started a bit early, but insisting that it wouldn’t take long. I waved off the detail and set myself up at my usual table near the stage, waiting it out until the last of them had gone. I was about to get my things out before I felt the tailor’s hand grab my shoulder and asked if I needed a suit as well.
-Please, Ulrich, said the ferret in his usual effeminate tone, you look like a hobo in this old ensemble. I’ll make you something nice, charcoal silk with doubled cuffs, eh?
-I don’t know if I-
-A friend’s price, please, you break my heart wearing that. I’ll be over soon, maybe Wednesday next week. See you, kitty cat.
-Right, see you then!
The crowd gave a courteous laugh as he left, leaving me free to start reading the roster. No one had any objections at my choices, to my relief, which meant I could have the partitions printed and delivered the next day, giving ample time for the study. The chefs had already set up the buffet, serving out their latest creations with the proud airs of artists exposing their artwork. At my table I was flanked by Champagne and Sasha, who had returned from a shopping spree downtown, showing off her findings to her friends, while Mephito, without so much as a comment, had asked to join us, chatting up Tania with his usual smooth attitude. Twice I felt someone’s paw on my legs, which made me realize that any of those sitting with me could be responsible, an amusing fact to a certain degree. As stomachs filled and conversations ran dry, the tables started to empty out, each passing by to wish me good night before taking their leave as a polite gesture. Mephito left early as well, eager to try on a few shirts he’d bought during the afternoon, insisting I give him a few comments on them when I had the chance. Finally, only the two vixens and myself remained, the last of which had made quite sure that it was the case. Tania and Champagne exchanged a look of recognition, as if confirming some signal they’d prepared. Both flanked me as I got up, taking my hands as we walked towards the elevators and took one back to their suite’s level. Tania unlocked the door to the latter, and led me to the living room. I was mystified by their actions, and the feeling only intensified as Champagne took a scarf from her things and blindfolded me.
-No peeking, kitty, she said. Promise?
-I’m too curious to ruin whatever you’re up to, Champ. Do I wait here?
-Yep, just relax, won’t you? We won’t bite, assured Tania.
I grinned and shook my head, sitting still while my ears swivelled to try and pick up any noises that could aid me in guessing the surprise’s nature. The pair must have been ghosts to make so little and alas, I had nothing to go on as two hands took mine once more and led me to my left, which from memory, was the bedroom’s exact location. I didn’t even have the chance to voice a protest as four hands were busy stripping me bare before removing the blindfold. My eyes focused on the faces of the vixens, both looking at me with the greatest tenderness as they moved closer, kissing me in the fondest embrace I’d felt in a while. I lost myself to my nymphs until they abandoned me for a moment and continued on each other, each touch on the other’s breast or delicate touch sending my mind into an uncontrollable spiral.
-I love my sweetest, muttered Tania, holding Champagne’s breasts and massaging her nipples.
-Me too, mom, returned her daughters, both hands on the loins that brought her forth.
-But I- you two- what..., I tried to speak, only grunts and lost syllables coming out as they turned and faced me again.
-So, Ulrich, who do you want first, asked Tania, first or second generation?
-I-I don’t know, really...
-I’ll go, offered Champagne, moving to straddle me, locking her lips on mine as she started to work on me, an occasional hard breath leaving her nostrils until she came and relinquished her position to her mother.
-Let me show you how it’s done, my pup, said Tania, mounting me. Always keep a hand on his balls, like this. Isn’t that right, Ulrich?
-Help me Lord...
The vixen abused me until once more, she changed with Champagne, the younger vixen getting on me while Tania took her breasts and suckled me as I came, my roars muffled in her furry chest. For over an hour, I was the pair’s victim, ending with the two tit-fucking me until I ejaculated for the nth time, unable to get anything out of my mouth but a groan and sigh.

I had the time of my life trying to get back to my room with a straight face as soon as my captors released me the next morning, having insisted with their usual persuasiveness to stay for the rest of the night. In desperate need of caffeine, I fantasized about the mammoth cup of Joe that I’d have sent up from the kitchens as I made my way to the door. Something sparked my interest though, for upon reaching my room, I noticed that the crack between the doorframe and the door itself was slightly larger then what I was used to seeing, a telling sign that it wasn’t fully closed. Odd, considering that I had made quite sure, to date at least, that it was solidly so as I had most of the important documents for the hotel in my office therein. Instinctively, I dropped my hand to where the inner pocket of my coat would fall, where I kept my pistol, but snapped out of it once I realized that I wasn’t wearing it, therefore wasn’t privy to it’s safety. With the utmost caution, I pushed the door open, peering inside with furtive eyes until I was satisfied that there wasn’t anything to be seen, moving inside with a few quick steps, repeating the maneuver to clear the kitchenette and the living room, finally coming to my bedroom. Pushing the door ever so slightly, I gave a quick glance inside, and with a sigh of relief, saw my intruder’s familiar black and white frame. I walked in to the most unexpected sight, however. Mephito had apparently snuck in to surprise me with a little something special, but had found the bag that Badger had given to me, as well as it’s contents, which he had aside him. I expected a fury of anger or something of the sort from him, but quite the opposite, he was staring at me with watering eyes, his brimming tears held back as he questioned me about his discovery.
-Ulrich, kitty, what are these? Why... why do you have them?
-Oh, skunky, I hoped you wouldn’t find those, I said, sitting between him and his find, putting and arm around him. I’ll explain...
I spent a good hour telling my tail to the skunk, who seemed less and less tense, wiping away his drops and finally letting out a sigh and giving me a tight hug, relieved that his fears had been unjustified.
-And here I was thinking I’d been in it with James Bond or Rambo, said Mephito. Looks like I’m safe, after all.
-Sorry skunky, you just have a kitty cat with a strange heritage. I’d told you earlier, but I wasn’t sure how you’d take it. Champagne and Sasha took it pretty rough, so I wasn’t too certain if I’d tell anyone else.
-It’s fine, Ulrich, smiled Mephito, putting his white-haired head on my shoulder. Actually, it’s kinda exciting...
-Exciting? That’s true, I guess...
-Are you really busy this morning, or can you manage with a skunky doin’ stuff to ya?
-Stuff?
-Yeah, stuff, grinned the skunk, giving me a wink.
-Oh well, I don’t think that our good ferret will be by with the costumes today, and everyone will be busy practicing their lines for the rehearsal tonight. Do you know yours already?
-“Tap tap, a rap rap rap, I’m the kid with the slick white hat...”, sang Mephito, executing a few quick dance steps that accompanied his part.
-Sounds just right, I said with a nod and smile. Now, about that stuff...
-What?
I let a loud roar rip through the air as I pounced on the skunk, nailing him on the bed, my stunned victim giggling as I flexed my retractable claws and licked him as a predator would taste his prey. Playing the part, Mephito cowered back, as if he was trying to escape my assault.
-Please, please, don’t eat me, kitty! I’ll do what you want!
-Then take this, I growled, shoving my crotch in his face.
Mephito’s eyes lit up, voraciously taking me with an artist’s passion while I held his head against me, unable to stop a few low purrs until he finished his job. Looking at him in the eyes, I made a sever expression and announced my verdict.
-That wasn’t good enough, I grunted. I’ll eat you anyway.
Before he could react, I had pulled down his pants and had his scrotum in my mouth, the skunk yelping as I gummed his balls before moving up and returning the rough treatment he’d reserved my member.

It was a good half-hour before either of us let the other get up from the mattress without pulling him back down and reprimanding him for his attempt, to use a euphemism. I finally was able to roll out of Mephito’s reach and get to my paws, toying with him that panthers are quicker then skunks, though his answer was an irresistible pout and hand, asking for me to help him up. My suspicions of possible foul play in his gesture was misplaced, as he indeed got to his feet, but swung into my arms, asking me what I was planning to do now.
-Well, with all this fun lately, I didn’t get to do any of the usual human resources routine that I normally do when I hire a few new heads. I wouldn’t mind a hand if you could manage it.
-I could, smiled the skunk, but on one condition.
-Which would be?
-No shorts, no undies! How about it?
-Fine, you’re twisting my arm, I replied with a wink. Here, if you could check these forms and make sure that they’re all right, I’ll start typing them in my laptop database.
-Go kitty go!
We operated like clockwork for two hours, myself typing at a possessed speed, quicker then I was used to, though the result was a perfect update of the database and a general once-over of all the files I usually looked after. As if it was meant to be so, a knock at the door came as I pressed the save button on my spreadsheet, prompting me to get to the door, stopping short as I looked down and realized my state of dress, to a good laugh from Mephito, who hurried over and threw me a terry cloth robe from the washroom, just large enough for me to fit into and close over before calling for him to get something on as well. As soon as the skunk had pulled his pants closed, I opened the door to find my favorite tailor, Gabriel the ferret, looking back at me, leaning lazily on the doorframe, finishing a biscotti.
-Ulrich, darling, said the ferret, I wouldn’t have done it for anyone but you, but I hurried the order of the main character’s costumes through to my people and miracle, most were done this morning. Also, I finished your new best suit. I knew that if I didn’t come here and put it on your back, you’d forget to put it on, you big tease. Is that the skunk I saw... and you’re both rather ripe, aren’t you? Kitty! Had I known, I would’ve dropped my prices a bit more.
-Thanks for that, I said with a smile, brushing the back of my hand against the ferret’s arm in an effeminate manner.
-Ohh, I like that! You know, kitty, I could give you this bunch of fabric pro bono if we could come to an agreement right now...
-Which would be?
-Well, squeaked the ferret, helping himself in and closing the door, how about a free suit for a free peek?
-Freebie for freebie, I grinned, that sounds like a square deal to me.
-Show me, show me, show me that thing that makes me scream, sang the ferret, looking intently at me. If the rest of your corpus is as nice as that black chest of yours, I can imagine...
-Well, don’t work your imagination too hard, I said, opening my robes and striking a pose. What do ya think, Gabriello? It’s all natural, and it’s all mine.
-And mine, seconded the skunk, groping me from behind as he glanced at the ferret with a smug expression.
-Oh, my poor heart, moaned the ferret. Two nice boys in so little time, my hand will be shaking like leaves today! Unless I can steady them, I’ll be just beside myself. Oh, what else did I need to talk about...
-Would one encompass one of the said reductions in price on the costumes?
-I’d like to, but I just can’t think right now, said the ferret. You two just, just, ah! It blows my mind, pure and simply.
-Does it, said Mephito, smiling and dropping his pants.
-Ah! Oh please, oh please, started the tailor, undoing his own belt and pulling his shorts down, do me, do me, do me!
-Mephito, I said with a devilish face, you heard the ferret.
The skunk giggled and got his lube again, and minutes later, we were pounding Gabriel for all he was worth, himself squeaking like wet sneakers on a marble floor. In an act of mercy, I let him take me while my skunky friend continued his work. Finally, the ferret dropped like a wet rag, mumbling something about his work for me being free as he dressed back up, heading out the door with the coordination of a drunk with a seizure. Mephito and me exchanged a laugh and a kiss before getting ready ourselves, making for the elevators with innocent airs. As we reached the main floor, he announced that he had to go to his old apartment and arrange the transfer of the last of his stuff, jogging off and leaving me to go to the lounge to see if any of my actors were rehearsing there. Only one figure was visible, the long ears of my first hire, Sasha. The rabbit was busy practicing the steps for her act, though it was obvious that she was just fine, and now was making it more of an involuntary reflex so she wouldn’t have to concern herself with it during her performance. She took five as soon as her eyes settled on me, and got down from the stage to give me a hug, looking as perky and happy as she’d been for a while.
-Hey Ulrich, she said. Do you think I’m in reasonable shape for the part?
-Not even a doubt, Sash! So, no problems with your lines and all that?
-None at all, assured the rabbit, hopping in my arms and letting a finger play with my collar. By the way, Champagne and her mother left to try and get a hold of her sister. Apparently she’s out in the suburbs somewhere, making a living from a few odd jobs at the local mall. Maybe you’d be interested in...
-Hiring her as well? Hmm, that would bring you all to what, thirteen? I’m not superstitious, that’s great. Do you know her name?
-Sara, I think, said the rabbit. Say, if you’re not busy, could you help me empty out my old place? I saw Mephito going out, and I think it would be a good idea to finish with that old world too...
-You’ve got yourself a pair of hands! I’ll call for a rental.
I hurried to get the maitre d’o to call the nearest moving company to get a truck for the trip, which, thanks to his exemplary diligence, arrived at the doors of the hotel within the hour, giving Sasha enough time to wrap up her number and join me at the front to leave. I’d changed into less formal clothes, and waved a thumbs-up to the driver, who left the vehicle in our care, taking the passenger seat of another car that had followed him on the way in, ostensibly a coworker from the company. The rabbit talked away as we drove to her old apartment and thankfully, the neighborhood looked a little friendlier in the daylight then when we’d first wandered in it a few nights ago, assuring a certain security as we prepared the move. As per my request, a generous assortment of moving crates were waiting in the back of the truck, numerous and large enough to contain the totality of Sasha’s worldly possessions. After all, she only had a simple bachelor flat, the greatest accommodations that she could afford with her dancer’s salary. We arrived at the doors of the building with a slow deceleration, parallel parking aside the back way to make our work a little easier. I asked Sasha if she’d contacted her landlord since she’d left, and with a startled air, she confirmed my doubts.
-I didn’t think about that, she said. Actually, I have to admit that I was a little too swept over with Champagne’s story to take care of that.
-Well in that case we’d better go see him and take care of your rent and clear things up before we start anything.
-Sure, it’s over to the front. Either him of the janitor should be there.
We walked to the main lobby of the apartment section of the block, where a simple door marked ‘landlord’ waited to be opened. Sasha gave a knock, quickly answered by a short Doberman, who looked as surprised as anything to see the rabbit.
-So you’re back? I wouldn’t have thought. Well, what can I do for you?
-I’d like to close my buy and hand over my keys, said the rabbit.
-Oh! Really, what a shame! In that case, I have to ask for two month’s rent, minus the five hundred dollar deposit that you gave me when you moved in. When you’re ready, just drop the keys in the box over there, answered the dog, pointing to a safety box aside the main doors. Good luck, and all the best to you two.
-Do you accept checks, I asked, or does your company only take money orders?
-I can take a check, sure.
I took out my checkbook from my pocket and made out a payment for the rent and handed it over to the dog, just as quickly produced a receipt for it, trading it with me with a smile as he closed the door. Without delay, we ran off to the second story and started working our magic, soon packing the last of the decorations from Sasha’s place in our boxes. She didn’t have that much after all, only a bed frame and lazy-boy chair as well as pair of small press wood bookcases, used more for her clothes then actual volumes. As we did a final check for anything we had overlooked after having brought down our last crate, the rabbit turned with an air of complete relief and gave me a long hug, rubbing her head against me as she released an equally liberated sigh. After a moment’s pause, she put her hands on my shoulders and answered my curious gaze.
-You can’t imagine how much of a weight you’ve taken off me, Ulrich. Living from week to week, sitting alone, regretting my decisions as the night rolled on and forever wishing for something better. You’re a heaven-sent angel, nothing less. I know it sounds like nothing when I say thank you, Ulrich, but there’s a lot of weight in those words. You’ve really turned my life into something else. It’s... it’s good not to feel alone anymore.
-I can only hope that you don’t regret this turn of events, I replied, stroking her ears.
-I don’t see how I could, smiled the rabbit, kissing me hard. Hey... want to do it right here, right now? I don’t know, I just really feel like sex right now...
-I hope you don’t regret that either.
-Oh, most definitely not. Come on, kitty, bang me a quicky!
The rabbit pulled down her pants and raised her shirt as I undid my belt, and grasping her close, I gave her a great time on the empty floor of the apartment, once more ending with a ‘yeah, whoohoo!’ from Sasha.
-Darn it, you’re good, said the rabbit as she pulled her panties back up. You know, I just can’t figure you out, you know that? You’re a generous soul, and rescue damsels in distress like a knightly angel, but you’re just a great a sinful tantric beast and don as the world can produce.
-I’m a blend, I shrugged with a laugh. Do you mind?
-Naah, grinned Sasha, getting on my back for her ride out. Don’t forget to close the door tight, Ulrich!
-Right, I said with a giggle.
-Why the laugh?
-You’re still wet, I said with a wink, feeling the rabbit’s crotch on my back.
Sasha blushed deep as I bounced out of the apartment, dropping her keys in the safe before leaving and letting her off on the truck’s passenger seat before starting the engine back up. Our trip back to the hotel was just as uneventful as our departure had been, and with two of the bellhops, still finishing the last of their supervised training, helping us unload, we were able to fill Sasha’s room with her familiar items, although the bed frame and larger pieces, already redundant in the room, were sent to the basement for storage until such a time when she’d need them. As I contemplated the room with her, stoking the kind rabbit’s back and flattering her on her taste in decor, the maitre d’ô came to the door and announced that Champagne and her mother had returned with another vixen as well as another party. I was surprised at that last comment, but I took it in stride and left Sasha to her things, too curious to finally meet the third vulpine in the newly reformed family. The four had been waiting in the lobby, which I found unsuitable, recommending to the maitre d’ô in a friendly manner to send all guests to the lounge and have them served a drink of their taste free of charge as soon as they came in. The fourth member of the group was a sleek, well-to-do lynx female, looking as gentle and quiet as any soul could be. Tania was the one to introduce her second daughter, who held out her hand in greeting, which I took and kissed with reverence.
-Ulrich, this is my youngest kit Sara, and this is her roommate...
-Mist, completed the lynx, holding her hand as well, receiving the same from me. I understand you’re the sole proprietor of this house of miracles?
-Well, I do own this hotel, though perhaps that nomenclature is exaggerated. May I offer you something in the lounge? We can settle in comfortably there, if you’d so please.
The four nodded and formed up on my lead, taking a seat at one of the larger tables in the room, where I insisted to pull their chairs and see them well before I sat myself. As soon as I had passed my tail through the back of the seat, I opened the conversation in a cordial manner.
-So Sara, I hope that you sister didn’t speak too ill of this poor cat.
-Of course not! Actually, mother and her only spoke of your generosity and kindness, especially after father...well, that’s in the past. You seem to be in great shape for your opening?
-Things seem to be on track, I answered, rapping my knuckles on the table to ward off bad luck. I understand that you work in retail?
-We both do, said Sara. Unfortunately...
-Yes, I continued, seeing an opening for my offer, what is it?
-My contract’s coming to a close, explained the lynx in a melodious, purring voice, and with only Sara to pay the majority of the rent, we’ll be in for a hard time. I was hoping that you might find it in your heart to grant us the same good fortune that Champagne came into.
-Fourteen, I muttered, making a few mental calculations in my head for contractual obligations and salary, seeing the last of the margin that the loan from Badger had afforded me.
-If you can only accept one of us, please take Sara, said the lynx, turning to her friend with a determined air. I can probably find another position at the mall and then we’d...
-Oh please, I didn’t mean anything by that pause. You’re both absolutely welcome! Please, forgive me if I came across wrong.
-It’s we, who should apologize, said Sara, to come and impose ourselves on you.
-I considered this scenario before you came and was ready to welcome you before you even asked. Whatever the case may be, I’ll have your hiring forms given to you in short order.
The newcomers seemed relieved at the declaration and relaxed their airs a bit, becoming warmer and more convivial as we spoke. Sara had moved out of her parents before trouble had started, though she’d felt it on the horizon, regretting her departure and somewhat blaming herself for not having been there to defend her older sister. She’s found a job at the mall before going though, and met Mist there, becoming best friends within instants. With their combined income, they’d been able to afford a small apartment in the ‘burbs, and enjoy a modest but happy lifestyle. Unfortunately, doing so without a permanent position in such a fluctuating world as retail had amounted to financial suicide, and they’d had a long history of rough patches to go through. The news of having a job at the hotel had been a godsend, at they’d not accumulated enough to bear another such difficult time, and without goods to back a loan, they would’ve found themselves in an unenviable position indeed. Rex came by as we talked to drop off the forms, seeming more jovial then usual as he saw the fox family together, giving a grin as he left. Our talk soon ate up what daylight was left, and finished with a good square meal from the kitchens, cementing my friendship with the new faces. Tania had also taken care of selling the apartment during the day, falling in love with a condo a block away from the hotel and in a heartbeat, had visited the broker responsible for it and set up a ‘house trade’ with her usual flair for business.
-You’re all invited to my little housewarming party next week, said the vixen. It’s just semi-formal, so don’t worry about a thing.
-Thanks, that’ll be a relief from the opening, I said.
-When is it, Ulrich, asked Sara, will we have time to be ready for it?
-Sunday evening, which gives us what, four days? Plenty for two sharp ladies like you to learn a few lines.
-You can be such a Casanova, Ulrich, giggled Champagne.
-Ah, perhaps, I shrugged with a smile. At any rate, you’re all welcome to stay here, as always and I’m at your complete disposal.
The group soon disbanded, with Tania returning to her place to prepare yet another move and the vixen sisters vanishing to catch up at Champagne’s new place. Mist seemed to linger a bit, as if on purpose, letting the others go as she dismissed herself from their company with a smile and wave of her paw. I offered to show the lynx to one of the larger suites, but she insisted that there was no hurry and that she’d rather take a walk with me for a while to settle her spirit before calling it a day. Without the shadow of a protest, we left the hotel, heading down the street with a steady, quiet pace. The lynx seemed to have a depth to her just by her stare, but something else I couldn’t put my finger on just so easily.
-Champagne told us a lot about you, Ulrich, said Mist. You’ve had a nice career, it seems.
-I can’t complain with a straight face, I answered. Did she also tell you about...
-Yes, that too, but it’s part of life. We all have our ups and downs, and after that, it doesn’t matter too much were we come from, just what we did with our luck.
-True. Roots are important, but the sins of the father are not the sins of the son.
-You also have luck in love, I heard, eh pussycat?
-Love? That all depends on your definition, I suppose. I haven’t been lonely, that’s true, but it’s been transient, all and all. Fleeting moments aren’t love as they fade, just fond memories to be looked on with some certain nostalgia in harsher times.
-A poet’s tongue in the right hands, said Mist, taking my hand as we continued. That’s the truth, though I couldn’t say much about it.
-Really?
-Call me unlucky, what have you, sighed the lynx, I’ve always had a bit of trouble when it comes to friendships, although Sara was an exception. People find me standoffish, too careful, and have a hard time convincing themselves to talk to me outside work.
-I bet you’ve never heard that from a cat, I said.
-I’ve never heard much from any cat, admitted Mist. I haven’t found myself in the company of my own genus that often. It’s not like there’s that many wildcats here, and you big cats tend to stay together, from what I noticed.
-Sorry about that, but I probably wreck that statistic.
-You do, laughed Mist, and good thing too!
-Do you want to stop for a hot coco? There’s a nice little cafe just this way...
-Oh, sure! Is there anything else special there?
-Mint and catnip latte, and it’s just as good as it sounds, I said with a grin.
-Catnip... you know how to please a lynx, Ulrich!
Mist squeezed my hand as we walked to the cafe, where the barrista gave me a wink as I signed a ‘two’ with my fingers. Moments later, we were slumped in a loveseat aside the cafe’s faux fireplace, purring away as we ‘sipped the ’nip’.
-This is too good to be true, said the lynx with a gazed look.
-Bah, I hope I never wake up then, I replied, taking Mist’s cup and giving her a drag of her drink.
-Whoops, muttered the cat, seeing the influential grass had taken effect and her full chest was now displaying two sharp peaks, fluffing her loose polo a bit. Please disregard...
-You might as well ask me to stop breathing, I giggled as I took the last of my cup. Well, mine’s empty.
-So is mine. We might as well head back before it gets too dark, eh?
-Sure thing, though I doubt the night gets any darker then me, huh?
The lynx shook her head with a smile as we got up, dropping the empty mugs off as we returned to the hotel with a lazy pace, taking no less then twice the time we’d taken the first time before reaching the doors.
-I hope you find your suite to your liking, it’s the ministerial suite and I designed it myself.
-Actually, maybe I’m a bit forwards, said Mist, biting her lip, but could we stay together a bit longer? I just felt something tonight, something I like, but I can’t find a word for just now...
-You’re reading my mind now, Mist? I wouldn’t want to seem imposing...
The lynx blushed as I put my hand around the small of her back, returning the gesture after a moment’s hesitation. We took the elevator to my floor, and with a swipe of my card, we were inside the apartment, looking like two giddy kids in a candy store. Mist took me by the arm and guided me to the bedroom, her glittering eyes narrowing with devilish purpose as she stopped and let me go.
-Just turn around for a moment, won’t you?
-As you like, sure, I said, obeying her request and looking out the window to the city below. Shy, I take it?
-Somewhat, replied the lynx. Like I said, standoffish and all that...
-Don’t even mention it, I insisted.
-Do you... do you mind if I keep my underwear? 
-No, no, make yourself comfortable, Mist.
-Okay panthera, I’m ready.
I turned with a smile, almost dropping to the floor as I saw the lynx’s beautiful form sitting up in the bed. My gaping air must have intimidated her, as she pulled the covers up to hide herself with a questioning air to her.
-What is it, Ulrich? Is something wrong?
-No, no! It’s just... you’re so beautiful, Mist. I knew that, but your fur’s so fine and shines with every move you make. Could...can I come over now?
-Don’t even bother to ask, answered the lynx, motioning to me to come with a finger.
I stripped down to my briefs under the lynx's blushing gaze before slipping into the sheets. Mist started to purr as she turned and eased herself into my arms, her dreamy green orbs not releasing mine for a minute. With a curious hand I stroked her side, only serving to make her purr harder until I took her breast in my palm, whereupon she let out a short gasp as I lowered my head and nuzzling her chest, let my raspy tongue drag on her black teat. I could feel her heart beat faster as I continued, finally daring her let her own hands run on my dark fur, feeling my taunt flesh beneath. Finally, Mist accidentally ran a hand too low down my hip and bumped into my member, well erect and hard as stone. The lynx curiously grinned and peeled back the cover, looking at the bulge in my pants.
-You know, Ulrich, this is the first time I'm in bed with a guy... I've never seen a real sausage this close.
-Do you want to?
-Can you, you know, just a bit...started Mist, signing for me to surrender my last cover, which I gladly did, letting her fondle me as she liked.
-Your fur's so soft, Mist, I said as she rubbed herself on me. I could lie here forever!
-Oh God, moaned the lynx, I'm so wet right now!
-If you’re uncomfortable, you can take off your silks.
-You... you do it, Ulrich.
The lynx's heartbeat and breathing spun out of control as I crouched down and pulled off her panties, easing her short tail through the intended hole before sending my face in her crotch and started to lick her pussy with wild abandon. Mist clawed at the sheets and meowed as I worked, masturbating myself as I continued.
-Enough of that, she exclaimed, finally, taking my face from her fruit, let me on you!
-Are you sure?
-Is the sky blue, asked the cat, eyes narrowing with her words, or black as you?
I roared and grabbing the lynx, opened her legs as I lay her on me, and taking my cock, penetrated Mist with my eyes locked on hers. The moment was exquisite, indescribable, with her soft fur on mine, her loud purrs and yowls mixing with my whines and growls as I moved my penis in her tight, virgin vagina. Her clawed hands grabbed my chest fur as mine gripped her breasts, constant liquid noises coming from our intercourse as we continued until with mind-bending roars and yowls, I finished in the cat, who insisted that I just keep going until I couldn’t bear it anymore, her heart pounding like a jackhammer. With the last of my stamina gone, she eased herself off me, and started to recover her breath as she lay on my shoulder, my finger running on her soft whiskers before giving her a long kiss. Pulling up the covers, she made herself comfortable against me and closing her delicate eyes, finally spoke once more.
-I love you, Ulrich. It sounds easy to say, but its mean a lot to me.
-Me too, kitten, I replied, wrapping and arm around her waist and stroking her. Your tail’s so bushy, it tickles!
-Does it, said the lynx, smiling without opening her eyes still. Well, let it tickle whatever you like, then, eh?
-For a shy cat, you’re pretty sexy, Mist!
-And for a hotel manager, you’re pretty good too!
I giggled as I brushed my face against hers before letting myself drift into sleep with the lynx against me, her slow, warm breath breezing against me as she dreamed away as well. I woke up to a warm smile from Mist who had gotten on me while I was still out cold, and proceeded to poke me with her wet little nose as soon as I’d opened my eyes with a happy grunt. I grinned and rolled over to get in the same position over her, purring as I played with her ear tufts.
-Hi there Mist, I whispered. I hope I didn’t keep you up, kitty.
-Nope, retorted the lynx, but apparently I did.
-What...oh, I muttered, realizing my present state of body. Well, there’s only a few things to do about that...
-Yep, not much choice at all, said Mist, wrapping her legs around my back. Hand it over, pilgrim.
Sure thing ma’am, I replied with a similar Texan accent.
I took my member and slipped it into the lynx, feeling the passage as tight and smooth as the previous night, the cat closing her eyes as I progressed in her. I tugged at her tail as I rode her, a chorus of purrs and wails filling the air as we screwed around until she motioned for me to pull out and get down on my back. Pouncing on me, she turned tail and wrapped her black lips around my rod as I gave a short gasp, feeling her canines on my member and her sharp claws lower down. “Jesus, Mary fucking Joseph”, I moaned before pulling her legs apart and thrusting my muzzle in her, finger her dark rear as I sucked her. I warned Mist as I started to pulse, but she only continued with greater insistence until I shot off in her. My timing couldn’t have been better, as she came herself mere instants later, letting a meow loose and slobbering my load with great velocity as her wails started, wonderfully repainting the sheets, my thighs and her chest. Before she could react, I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately with a mumble. She slowly let me go, her tongue sticking out as she laughed.
-Oh my God, that was so dirty, dirty, dirty!
-Dirty? Funny, coming from a lynx with cum all over her titties, I said, kneading her breasts.
-And so the panther called the lynx black, mister cum-on-my-belly!
-Ain’t it great?
-Ohh, yeah, purred the cat. Ulrich, are you afraid of water?
-Not if you hold me, Misty cat.
-That can be arranged, returned the kitten.
I took the lynx against me and headed for the shower, where we took one of the longest soakings either of us had taken for the longest time. Once we had cleaned off and gotten our load of groping for a while, we dressed up proper and headed out, ready to meet anyone with a straight face. Unfortunately, I couldn’t have been ready for what I would come against, nor handle it without my usual blasé attitude. In the main lobby, I was taken aback to see Jumpy in a black suit, waiting for my with a bodyguard, looking as gloomy as I’d ever seen him. I walked over, signing for Mist to wait for me, and Jumpy did the same, the bodyguard taking a few steps back to let us talk man-to-man.
-Jumpy, I didn’t expect you today. I...I take it that this isn’t a social call, though.
-It isn’t, sighed the ‘roo. Ulrich, I don’t know how to say this, and you’ll probably always remember this moment with a negative bias towards me, but I’ll be plain. Ulrich, Badger committed suicide during the night.
-What, how...I started, lost for words.
-Yesterday, he went to the doctor again, and he seemed to have taken whatever he told him very seriously. Somehow, he got hold of a good bunch of painkillers, and overdosed. He... he left this for you on his desk...
Jumpy gave me an envelope, signed with my name in Badger’s hand, sealed. The ‘roo was about to back off when I shook my head in protest, putting my hand on his shoulder for emotional support. I opened the letter, and gathering myself, read the text:

Dear, dear Attila,

	If you read the letter, it’s because I succeeded in ending my suffering before I became an incapable, weak, desolate shell of a man. Thank God, because I’d never come to grips with the thought I’d end in a hospital bed, dying in my own crap. I’d rather have gone in due time, as a healthy old man that one day, died in his sleep, but it seems that this is the best I can do after all.

	I know that you have your own life, and that you drove for your own future, without the Family, but the Family always drove towards the day that you’d return and take the place of your proud father, and bring with you your wisdom and your kindness to be an example to us all. There are no more of your father’s old friends, only yours: Jumpy, Tracks, and the rest of them. Perhaps, you’ll remember you grew up with them, and what you went through together. I don’t ask you to return to the Family: I ask you to return to your family. On the other hand hey, you won’t have to worry about that little loan for your place, eh?

Take care, Ulrich, and know that I will always watch over you, and you will always be my dearest and most beloved godson.
Your old godfather,

Badger

PS: If either you or Jumpy, who I suspect gave you this letter, cry after this, I’ll come back and kick you in the ass.

I almost felt like laughing at the last line of the letter, but first and foremost, I understood what it meant. If I didn’t take the seat of the Don of the Bronco clan, then it would cease to exist. Probably, it would be taken over by one of the other families, and as was often the case, many of its old members buried with it. The transition had to be quick and strong, to prove that it was not the case. I sighed and folding the letter, put it in my pocket before turning to Jumpy and nodded. The ‘roo seemed to change his attitude at my reaction, as if there was some light in the shadow of the old man’s passing.
-So...so you’ll become Don, won’t you, Ulrich?
-It looks like it, I replied with a smile. Get the word out, the Broncos have a new Don, and he runs a hotel downtown...
-Welcome back, bro, cried the ‘roo, taking me in a heartfelt hug, which I returned with just as much intensity. Hey, do you need a hand with anything here?
-I have way too much hooch at the bar, I replied. Can you give me some help?
-Oh, just maybe, the ‘roo shrugged, giving me a peace sign as he walked towards the lodge. See you soon, Don Ulrich.
-So you’re a Godfather now, said the lynx, looking at me with a perplexed air. What does that do, I mean, what do you have to do?
-I just have to make sure that things run smoothly in the Family more then anything else. Dons usually keep their hands and consciences clear, though, and only come into play when things get very complicated. Anyway, Badger’s always tried to keep everyone out of trouble and bought a good number of businesses to keep the cash flow going in the cleanest fashion, with only the occasional intervention.
-I like to hear that, Mist said, caressing my face. And what’s your angle on it?
-I don’t want to rock the boat. After all, I have a hotel to run here!
 I offered my arm to the cat, who took it as we talked each other’s ears off until the first round of practice runs at the theatre, where Mephito and a few others were trying out their lines, coming together perfectly, just as I had hoped. As I watched, I scheduled in the lynx as one of the secondary characters in the following act, which would relieve Sasha a bit, already stretched somewhat thin on the sheets. As it would be, the rabbit came in with the fox family, which seemed curious as they saw the lynx holding my arm. I explained in the most euphemistic terms what had come to pass between us and though a few faces shifted, realizing an elusive prey had escaped their nets, the reaction was overall quite positive, congratulations and hugs shared across the table. The day passed by without event, save for a phone conversation with Jumpy, who confirmed that he had broken the news about my new title. Knowing what it represented, I suggested and called a general meeting at the seaside mansion, where I would announce my elevation and receive the promise of loyalty from the hierarchy of the Family. In the meantime, I spent another night with Mist, this time quiet and serene, just two happy, purring cats sleeping together. The lynx came with me the next day as a limousine came by to pick us up, the driver none other then the one I had met when I’d visited Badger for the loan, who looked at us with a low laugh, pledging his own loyalty as he drove us to the front door of the domain, where a certain number of vehicles were already lined up. As we made our entrance, I was comforted by the fact that most of the higher-ups of the organization hadn’t changed since my youth, and they recognized me instantly. As we walked to the dinner hall where breakfast was to be served for one and all, we received a long round of applause, only ending as we took our places at the table and I signalled for everyone to take their places. Through the meal, the new faces I didn’t know from way back when introduced themselves with the utmost respect, which I returned, though making them understand that I knew I was their leader. I finally was asked to make my speech by Jumpy, and tapping my glass with my coffee’s teaspoon, I asked for a moment of attention.
-First of all, I will ask for all to rise and observe moment of silence for our regretted Don Badger, I said, waiting a good ten seconds before speaking again. I welcome you all here today on this most solemn of days, as your new Don. I saw much of the world in my years away from here, but in my heart, I always knew that I would return one day to you and become my father’s successor. Know that I am as honourable as he and Badger were, and that I expect you all to observe high ideals that we have always aspired to. I will never let a mistake go uncorrected, both by one of us or against one of us. I became an Angel of Mercy at sixteen and since, I have not blushed in the face of injustice. I have killed rapists and assassins, and delivered their souls to the Devil and the flames of Hell. I have protected the innocent and my own with my life as a shield, and expect the same of you. Now, a word on the structure as it stands. I do not plan any changes if the need does not arise for such arises, as I know most of you from before, and those I do not, I know Badger would not have nominated if he maintained a doubt about your valour and honesty. Now, to your health, my friends, and forever shall the Broncos reign tall in this land!
The attendance raised their glasses and repeated the last line, proud to know my ideals and to follow through on their vaunted vows. Mist seemed just as content, complimenting me on my wise and just words before planting a kiss on my cheek before I turned and gave her one on the mouth. The celebration only lasted another hour, as a short and powerful impression was all that I had wanted to make, not a self-endowing and narcissistic parade, a sure sign of a weak Don.

By the morning of the opening day, all was in place for a magnificent show. The acts had been rehearsed to perfection. The rooms had been finished and dressed. The kitchens were full. The phone had rung off the hook, booking the rooms, lounge and theatre within hours for no less then a month, which would recover my costs as I had predicted. For good measure, I had kept the presidential suite reserved for a two-hour window, and had everything ready for it to be used as a pressroom for my official opening release and a reasonable question period. Last of all, I had Gabriel make a beautiful green dress made for Mist, matching her eyes, which fit her like a glove, giving me a few twirls as we prepared to leave for the media event, scheduled at 1 o’clock, so it could be included during the evening news, as well as end long before the doors of the hotel officially opened to the public.