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'Sometimes something beautiful can also be quite deadly. Take roses for example; exquisite in color, and yet covered in razor sharp thorns. This tale will be no different. What I am about to describe in these pages below are not for the faint of heart. I have followed the trail of clues for many years, and though I have no proof beyond what my eyes have seen and witness accounts, I can prove nothing.'

The words read like a deadpan vibration ringing in the German Shepherd's ears as he poured over his mentor's notes. The dragon had taken him in as his partner and trainee some time ago. Becoming a detective wasn't easy, and if it hadn't been for the older dragon then he would still be on traffic duty. Twin desks sat in their small office, a plaque on one reading 'Caesar Leinorv' and the other was his own with his name, 'Kevin Kachina'. Though Caesar was his mentor, they were also partners, and that was the reason the blonde German Shepherd was now pouring over these case files so late at night.

For the last twenty years there have been many furs that have vanished within the walls of the Griezel Hotel, and Caesar spared no expense tracking down every piece of evidence he could about the eerie hotel and it's eccentric owners. A picture sat before Kevin of a large western dragon with his arm around a voluptuous cheetah, but it wasn't the two in the picture that he had become confused by, rather than the age. It was worn along the edges, tattered, and the choice of dress of the two in the photograph was that of someone right out of the twenties. The dragon, named Drake, was in a classic three piece suit and top hat while his feline counterpart, a cheetah known as Allie, donned a light colored dress with jewels along her neck and paws. They looked every bit the upper class from the nineteen twenties.

In the years since the building was constructed over one hundred years ago there have been more strange cases than the shepherd could go over in a single evening. Why had his mentor put him on this case? If Caesar couldn't find any concrete evidence how could he? Kevin let out an exasperated sigh with his blonde furred paws running through his golden head fur. Unlike most German Shepherds, he had the sandy blond fur all over with a caramel tan along his back and muzzle.

"I don't even know where to begin..." He growled to himself as he glared down at the pile of papers and photographs. His dragon partner had been on a case in Japan for several months now, and there was no sign of his return. So here he was with the biggest case in their entire office, and he had no leads or anything to follow. The words of his mentor ran through his perked ears, 'When in doubt, investigate the scene. If you have no leads it is best to immerse yourself in the mind of the assailant.'

Some of the other detectives thought Caesar was mentally unstable by saying that, but his work spoke for himself. The Cajun dragon had never failed to solve a case before. Until the Griezel case that is. It has been nearly a year since they found that poor wolf decapitated and drained of all bodily fluids after being tossed off the ten story hotel roof. Kevin instantly felt his stomach retch at the memory, and quickly covered the picture of that scene. Sure he had seen many gruesome things in his few years as a cop, but since his promotion to detective he had not had to deal with anything like that until then.

A vibrating buzz brought Kevin out of his train of thought and he reached out to grab his cellphone off his desk. A picture of a black furred otter with red tribal makings in his fur showed up as the contact photo, and it made him smirk as he answered it. "Hey Specter baby, sorry for not texting you earlier. I've been working on that hotel case."

"It's okay Kev. I just wanted to know what you wanted for supper tonight." That soft, airy voice was like listening to velvet singing while wrapped in silk. Kevin always said it was a shame that his otter boyfriend barely spoke. Even when they were friends as cubs he had been that way, but he did open up to the shepherd more than most so he knew that exquisite sound more than the otter's own parents.

"Supper? Fuck babe, I don't know....how about some burgers like you made the other night? The ones with the cheese stuffed inside with pineapple and ham on top? Those were fucking delicious." Just the thought of them was making Kevin's muzzle water and his stomach let out a low growl of approval in response.

"Sure hon. I will run to the store and pick up what I need for them. I didn't think you liked those Hawaiian burgers that much."

"Are you kidding love? They were better than dad's, and you know how much I love it when dad grills burgers." Kevin chuckled at the thought of their last time visiting the muscular military dog a couple weeks ago. Daniel was a mountain of a man. He had muscles on his muscles, Kevin always said. When the blonde shepherd was a cub his father and mother divorced, leaving him with a diagnosis of severe depression at the age of ten. Though he had overcome that thanks to his new step-father Warren, who was once his cub sitter that had caught his father's eye so they married some years later.

Kevin was shaken out of his thought by that soft voice again, "Your dad did call earlier. He and Warren want us to come over for the weekend to see Kale come in from his modeling shoot."

His brother Kale was coming? It had been over two years since he had left to go pursue his career as a photographer for one of the major modeling companies after they got wind of his work for one of the local magazines in town. "Kale? Of course babe! I can't wait to see my big brother!" Kevin couldn't stop his tail from wagging happily at the prospect of seeing his big brother for the first time in two years.

As he leaned back in his office chair, Kevin had finally began to relax a bit and ease his frustration away while talking with his lover and boyfriend. That was soon to end however when his office door was thrown open with a loud bang.

"You got to come see this! We got a call from the Griezel hotel....there's been another murder." A rather chubby lion stood in the doorway holding up a file. "They are requesting you immediately detective."

The smile that the blonde German Shepherd had faded instantly and he sighed with the frustration returning, "I have to go babe. I might be late tonight....love you too. I'm sorry." He tapped end call and stood up to follow the lion. "Tell me everything they know."

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Luxury, extravagance, retro décor, and mystery were just a few things that described the enigmatic Hotel Griezel. It sat along the main drag of the bustling city of Siftdale, and it welcomed all who entered its doors. Nestled perfectly between the twin titans of industry Fang Corp and Goldclaw Industries. The two giants were what ruled this city, and all who crossed Midas Goldclaw were met with swift recourse and never seen again. While the reputable of them was Fang Corp, ran by the illustrious Dark Fang. Fang Corp had a myriad of prospects; construction, pharmaceuticals, adult entertainment, and innumerable others. The business from both brought many visitors to the city, and Griezel was more than happy to open its doors to all who visited.

Though that is not what brought Kale Kachina to town this day. He had flown in from Venice and wanted to rest before heading to stay with his father and step-father. His agent had booked the flight a couple of days early, but he didn't mind. It gave him more time with his family. For now though he just wanted to relax for a day.

Kale was a German Shepherd, his markings more traditional than his blonde brother, but unlike Kevin he was bigger. Taller than most furs, but shorter than his six foot five father that loomed over him. Today he chose a more chilled attire with an open blue button up shirt to show off his well defined pecs and abs that rippled under the short fur with every movement. Like his father, Kale prided himself on his body, working hard to look his best. It had gotten him more guys than he could through a stick at, or in his case his dick. Along with the shirt he wore a pair of tight jeans that kept that firm rear in view along with the prominent bulge that screamed to be free of the confining fabric.

The inside of the hotel was not what he expected, and if was as if he had taken a step back a couple decades. Mostly filled with golds and browns, the carpeting was atrocious like one would find back in the seventies, and the ceiling was chilling with its sleek, feminine male angel figures that beckoned all visitors toward the front desk.

Kale removed his sunglasses and slipped them into his pants pocket as he rang the bell on the desk, expecting someone out of The Shining to pop up out of nowhere and scare him. He looked back for a single second before a feminine voice spoke behind him, "Can I help you?"

The canine whipped around to see a short, portly tyrannosaurus rex standing behind the desk. His chocolate back scales melded into a caramel hue before turning to a cream at his belly scales. He wore a simple anime tee shirt with a pair of jean shorts. The anime wasn't one the German Shepherd recognized, but it looked good on the chubby dinosaur. "Oh, yeah. Reservation for Kachina. Kale."

"Kachina?" The desk clerk asked while his claws flicked through the book in front of him. Those green hues scanned every page until he pointed at a place and then close it with a loud thwack. "Room 69. Do you have any bags?" The rex looked disinterested in his job with every step toward the cabinet lined with many keys.

When he returned, Kale took notice of the name on the tag pinned to the dinosaur's chest, reading Godric. "Thank you Godric." The muscular canine replied with a smile as he took the key being dangled in front of him. "I have my bags though so no need. I packed light anyway." With an effortless motion he hefted the dufflebag over his shoulder and headed toward the elevator.

Once the shepherd was inside the elevator, the dinosaur looked back to see a young ocelot cub sitting on the counter in front of the keys, gently running a paw along the hook where sixty-nine once hung. "Someone's staying in my room Goddy?" He asked, his young prepubescent voice twisted with a more sinister tone behind that innocent form.

"Don't go making a mess. You never clean up after yourself Isaac."

This made the feline pout after hopping down from the desk, "You're no fun Goddy." Isaac had a saunter to his step that made the short, pink furred robe twist to reveal that the preteen was void of any other clothing underneath. The black striped and spotted fur stood out against the cream colors that mingled with gray along his back that dissolved into a soft white along his chest and belly down to his groin around his thighs. A soft minuscule length bounced with every step as he climbed up the left half of the rounding staircase that led to the upper floor.

Now that he was inside the room, the German Shepherd was able to just lay back on the plush upholstered bed with a relaxing sigh. "I've so needed this."

He had just tossed his bag into the empty arm chair that rested in the far corner, not caring about anything but letting himself unwind from his travels. Sure he was mostly taking pictures, but it was way more demanding than he had originally expected. Kale loved it though, and it was his dream so he never complained too much. For now, all he wanted to do was rest before going to surprise his parents and brother later.

Kale had only closed his eyes for what felt like a few seconds before a young voice woke him, "Damn you have a hot body." The shepherd's eyes snapped open to see the preteen ocelot crouched over him with the young length inches from touching his muzzle. Admittedly he was enjoying the view of the slightly feminine feline over him, giving him the perfect view of that taut sac and soft three inches of uncut cock just begging for his tongue to explore inside that excess of bunched up foreskin. In his enamored state, it never occurred to him that he had locked the door upon entering, and had not seen anyone else since arriving.

"I could say the same thing about you little guy." Kale let out a murr as he reached up to trace a paw along those young, supple thighs. The boy was more than adamant on allowing the dog to touch him, though Kale did find his skin cold to the touch. "You're a little chilly. How about you let me warm you up?"

"You sound like someone out of a bad porno." Isaac replied with a devious grin before he pounced to the foot of the bed while giggling like a mischievous cub.

It made the German Shepherd chuckle when he thought about it. "You have a point. Heh, never thought of that." He sat up on his paws to see the boy remove the pink fur robe and let it drop to the floor. Isaac's body was nice, though it was more feminine than he expected a cub to be, but he wasn't complaining. "What has brought me this pleasure?"

"I saw you in the lobby and thought you were just my type."

"Well I don't normally have a thing for cubs, but for you I can make an exception."

This made the ocelot purr as he climbed back onto the bed, over the canine so he was face to face with Kale. "I'm honored that you find me so alluring then." Isaac then stood up and pressed a foot paw into the shepherd's chest with a growl. "Strip, now!" The ocelot ordered loudly.

A low, lust filled growl escaped the muscular dog's throat as he sat up and stripped quickly, tossing his shirt, shorts, and boxers haphazardly across the room before he sat up fully. Only, the boy did not allow him such a luxury as his foot paw met the chiseled chest and pinned him to the bed with an unnatural strength. "What the fuck?"

Kale's words were met with another dominant growl from the cub, "Silence! I didn't say you could speak bitch!"

"Fuck, I love a good dominant." It never crossed his mind that the boy shouldn't be this strong. His mind began to fill with a lust filled fog as the boy pulled him into a deep kiss. Their tongues soon met one another within the shepherd's muzzle and danced as though they were performing a waltz. Isaac pressed his body against Kale's, letting his young length rub against the sensitive sheath below. A small paw reached down to pull the fuzzy sleeve down to expose the leaking red tip within. The rush of musk that radiated from the older male was more than the cub expected, and soon he found himself falling into the overwhelming earthy spice of Kale's scent.

The shepherd took advantage of the moment to roll over the cub and press his growing cock against the ocelot's smaller endowment, wanting to feel the heat under him. Sure he'd had plenty of sex with the models he immortalized on camera, but Kale couldn't stop himself around this cub. Isaac moaned with him, but there was a slight deceitfulness behind how the boy smirked when they kissed. Each touch was like cold electricity on the dog's fingers as he explored Isaac's body, wanting to memorize every detail. Pre dripped onto the uncut cock of the feline from the thick ten inches of dog cock dragging against it, smearing more of the slick fluid into his sac and crotch.

With the boy's fur matted from the copious precum, the muscular German Shepherd lifted those little legs to slide the warm pole between those supple, rounded cheeks under Isaac before humping between them and bringing a soft pleased moan from the feline cub. "Ahhh...yes...more please." Isaac begged, pressing his hips back against the large length threatening to impale his pucker.

"Don't worry cutie, I plan to." Kale replied as he leaned down to brush his lips along the tender flesh of the boy's neck and give soft nips that made Isaac gasp and arch his back. The canine had tons of experience with giving and receiving pleasure so he knew every spot to his, and that drove the cub wild. Especially when Kale withdrew from his cheeks to slip between those little legs and wrap them around his head.

Isaac looked confused at first until he felt the warmth of Kale's muzzle enveloping his uncut length. Slowly he slid the young shaft in and out, rolling the foreskin along the roof of his maw to expose the ever sensitive head. As he pulled back, he slipped his tongue into the excess skin that bunched up around the tip. Kale murred at the subtle taste of the boy, finding it fresh and yet there was no warmth to him. Still the canine's mind was so fogged with desire that he threw any thoughts out the window.

Having someone pleasure him like this was new to the ocelot cub, and he laid there with his paws scrunching up the sheets under him. Moans filled the room as the flat canine tongue teased and tantalized his sensitive tip inside his foreskin before Kale pulled from his length to ease it back down to expose Isaac once more. The boy was now panting heavily and watching as the shepherd just rolled his foreskin back and forth over the wet head, letting his pre smear along the flesh. It felt amazing, as though he were being touched for the first time.

Regret began to consume his mind as he watched the big shepherd move up his body to kiss on his neck once more. "You ready? I promise to be gentle. Just tell me if it hurts and I will stop."

No one had ever considered his feelings before, and Isaac didn't have an inkling how to respond as he felt the heat of the thick cock pressing between his pert cheeks again to align itself with his tight tail star. "Yes...oh fuck yes I'm ready." Isaac replied as he wrapped his arms around Kale to brace himself.

Slowly the tapered tip of the canine length pressed against his entrance, meeting with resistance from the tight muscle at first, but with more weight it yawned open around the cock. Isaac mewled in pain while letting his claws dig into Kale's back hard enough to make the big dog wince from discomfort. Seeing the look on the ocelot's face made him ease off and allow him time to adjust. Kale knew from experience that his girth was more than a lot of guys could handle easily so he just smiled and nuzzled Isaac in an almost big brotherly style. "Shhh...just relax little guy. Let me know when you're ready to continue."

Isaac gave a nod once he was ready and instantly he felt the return of that pain, only less than it was before. Every inch slid into him slowly as Kale only stopped when Isaac's claws dug into his back, and soon his sheath pressed against the entrance and the ample sac was flush with the young cub's rear. An empty feeling passed through the ocelot when Kale withdrew, leaving only a few inches inside at first before thrusting the rest into the warm confines once again. The scent of both males soon filled each of their noses, making them throb for more. Isaac couldn't fathom what he was feeling as he felt Kale pull to just the tip before plunging back deep inside him.

Every thrust was an assault against the boy's tiny prostate which coaxed more precum from the bunched up foreskin around his cock. He wanted to touch himself, but he couldn't bring his paws from around the canine's neck as each thrust sent him forward into an unknown euphoric bliss. Kale swiftly wrapped his own paw around the cub's cock, using his index and thumb to slide the extra skin back and forth over the pre covered head. The sudden addition of pleasure to his own cock made the ocelot's eyes race open and his muzzle to moan out into the plush hotel room.

It was unlike anything he had experienced before, and he wanted more, needed more. Sure he had been a prostitute, but no one had taken the time to consider his pleasure before. All his clients were just fuck and dumps, making him their personal cum dumpsters before tossing money at him and leaving. This one though, he was different and each thrust filled his little body with more pleasure than he had thought possible.

Kale's breathing became heavier, and his thrust were more erratic once his knot began to swell and kiss the ocelot's backside. That was when the room grew warmer and as Kale looked down at his little companion, he saw a look of dismay and regret fill those innocent little eyes. "No...stop! Not this one!" Isaac screamed, but it was too late.

A pair of big white furred paws wrapped around the muscular canine's waist, each finger tipped with razor-like claws. Kale let out a yelp as he was pulled to the broad, Atlas physique of a white wolf. The wolf loomed over him by nearly two feet, putting him at eight, but that was not what made the German Shepherd scream. It was the wolf's face. There were no features, just a blank muzzle and head, void of any eyes, mouth, or even nose, though it stared at him as if it could see through him. Kale's horror was not over as he was held precariously above a monster wolf cock that made his own look dwarfed in comparison. He figured it had to be at least two of his own and three times the girth.

Around the beast's neck was a black collar with a chain that fell to the floor, and beside the monstrosity sat a meat hook bigger than Kale himself. The shepherd yelped again as he struggled to free himself of this demonic captor, but the beast's strength was far too great for him to overcome. Instead he was bent down over the bed so that his muzzle was in Isaac's crotch. A growl came from the demon, though Kale knew not from where it could have come as that massive cock pressed between his own cheeks. Isaac sat up and grabbed the chain of the monster and pulled it taught.

"Asteroth! Stop this now!" The cub yelled as the demon looked at him with that void face. "Stop, don't hurt him, he wasn't hurting me!"

The pleas fell on deaf ears as Asteroth gripped the shepherd's hips and slammed that mass of flesh inside Kale's ass. Kale's screams rang out down the empty hallways as he was torn asunder from the best. The pain burned his insides as he felt every thick inch spearing him, pushing his organs aside to make way for Asteroth. Another cry came from the dog, only this time blood stained the white sheets and his muzzle while those claws dug into his sides firmly, cutting through fur and flesh as they dragged down.

Isaac kept screaming for his beast to stop, but it only spurred the thrusts on until Kale could take no more. The monster's knot grew quickly, and threatened to tear him more, but Asteroth only howled as he released wave after wave of his own demonic seed deep into the bowels of his prey. Kale coughed, only managing to sputter a mix of his own blood and the beast's cum.

By the time the beast withdrew, Kale was hanging on to consciousness, and Isaac was hitting the beast's abs with those tiny paws, "I liked this one! He was nice to me! Why did you have to go and kill him like that?!!" Tears fell from the boy's cheeks as one of the wide white paws pulled him to the demon as Isaac sobbed.

The last thing Kale remembered was darkness creeping in as the beast lifted his limp body effortlessly, only to let him fall upon the large meat hook that he had hung from the ceiling. The sounds of metal against bone filled the shepherd's ears as he looked down to see the sharp metal protruding from his chest. Weakly he tried to grab it, only to have the world go black and cold before him.

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Kevin rushed to the scene of the crime at the luxurious hotel. This could have been the big break that he and his partner had been searching for! What he found up on that third floor would stop him dead in his tracks. Eyes wide in horror as he stepped into the room. It couldn't be possible. This had to be a nightmare. It wasn't. Hanging from the ceiling by a rusty hook was his older brother. A sudden sour taste filled his muzzle before his stomach lurched and he emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor.

A middle aged boar stepped to him and placed his arm on the boy's back, rubbing softly. "Go home Kevin....there's nothing more you can do." The slender boar stayed there as the younger German Shepherd looked down at the floor in disbelief.

"I'm okay chief..."

"No you're not. I'm ordering some time off for you. You're off this case. I'm sorry Kevin. I...I know your brother meant a lot to you." The twinkish boar held him as he tried to fight to get to the swinging corpse that was his sibling. The boar, Aster, held the shepherd as he began sobbing at his loss, unable to save his brother. Kevin became a cop to protect his friends and family, and now he knew just how powerless he was.

At the top of the stairs of the lobby, the ocelot cub sat at the bar. In one paw he held the chain to his demon, and in the other he held a cigarette. Behind the bar stood a white furred cabbit that was wiping out a glass. The cabbit wore an elaborate sequined dress with a slit up the hip, a shimmering black hue that let the gray tufts of fur along his neck, ears, and tip of the tail. "Oh hunny don't let it get you down. Mistakes happen. Furs die. It's all a part of this great thing we call life."

"Easy for you to say Lex. This one was the first one who ever took the time to show me pleasure." Isaac replied as he took a draw from the cigarette.

Lex waved a paw and put the other on his hip, "My dear you're just going to have to suck it up. It's not like you can bring him back. Not unless he had unfinished business, then give it a day. Your knight may show up again."