Chapter 4: Hospital Food Sucks
#4 of The Pizza Party
NOTE: I've reformatting this chapter, so hopefully it will appear correctly, give it another read ^_^
Disclaimer:
The following story contains the following acts:
Gay Sexual Tension
Oral
Violence
Snuff
Not to mention, it's furs going at it like rabbits, er...bad pun, sorry.... Anyway, young 'ens...if yer too young...that is, under 18...go away!
Chapter 4: Hospital Food Sucks
The phone rang in Ashlan's office and he reached to pick up the handset, clearing his throat.
"Hello?" He said in his rough voice.
"Hello, may I speak with a Mr. Ashlan?" the voice on the phone responded.
"Yes, who is this?" he replied. Very few people had the number to his office phone, so he was curious to find who it was.
"Hello, this is Doctor Francis Renard at the San Francisco General Hospital. I'm afraid I have some bad news..." the voice told him.
The large wolf burst through the door to his office, startling the co-workers in the break room. He looked to Sam and gestured her to follow him. He went to the front and looked to the cashier.
"We're leaving for awhile, take care of things," he said and didn't even wait for the cashier to respond.
The wolf grabbed Sam by the paw and pulled her to his car.
"Sir, what's going on?" the vixen asked him, looking a bit concerned.
Ashlan didn't respond to her until they were driving toward the hospital. He took a deep breath and swallowed.
"Sam...Tre's been shot and beaten pretty badly," he said softly.
Sam gasped and covered her muzzle, looking wide-eyed at Ashlan, "Is he...alright?"
The wolf kept his eyes on the road, "They're not sure...he didn't tell me much...we're headed there now."
It only took them about 25 minutes to get to the hospital. The two rushed to the elevator and looked quite impatient as they headed to the OR. As they reached the door, they were stopped by a nurse.
"Can I help you?" he asked calmly, looking between the two.
Ashlan was breathing a little heavily, "I am Trelute Cubano's emergency contact, what is going on?"
The nurse immediately changed his look to one of sympathy. This caused the looks of the other two to change.
"Trelute is in surgery. The bullet passed through his chest, but it punctured his lung. They are going to attempt to repair the damage, but...there's a fifty percent chance he will not survive," the nurse told them.
Sam sobbed and pressed her face into Ashlan's chest. He wrapped an arm around her and looked to the nurse. The nurse explained that it would be several hours before they came out of surgery, so they had better get comfortable.
In the Operating Room, Trelute lay on the table, his chest opened up as they worked on it. It was lucky that the bullet went cleanly through his chest or the chances of survival would be even less. He'd lost a lot of blood, but the doctors kept working on him.
Ashlan and Samantha sat on the uncomfortable hospital chairs, holding each others' paws tightly. For the moment, all titles and positions were forgotten. They were just two friends, trying to comfort each other as they waited to hear any news on Trelute. After what seemed like an eternity, Ashlan looked up to see a doctor walking down the hallway. He stood and the doctor walked over to him.
"Mr. Ashlan?" he asked. The wolf nodded in reply. He tried to gauge the doctor's facial expression to see what the status of Trelute was.
Sam stood up to stand beside Ashlan, looking to him, "How...how is he?"
The doctor cleared his throat and looked to the two, "The beating he took was quite severe. He has three broken ribs, a broken nose, he got a very severe concussion and his face is a bit swollen. As far as the bullet wound goes...he went through surgery with no complications. However...injuries of this kind, as I'm sure you've been told...are difficult to gauge. Right now, he is in critical condition and will be closely monitored by doctors."
As he continued to speak, Ashlan and Sam felt worse and worse about this. The doctor told them that they could stay if they liked or go home and they would get a call once Trelute woke up. They opted to stay.
Six hours later, Trelute was still laying in the recovery room, still out cold. Doctors came in and checked on him, administered medication. After being moved into the recovery room, Ashlan and Sam were allowed to go and sit with him. He looked absolutely horrible. His chest was stitched from his stomach to his neck where he had been opened up. His stomach was bandaged up as well where his ribs were broken. He also had bandages all over his face. Sam was crying softly as she gripped her best friend's paw and Ashlan stood, looking like an angry sentinel.
"I will make them pay for this...whoever did it...they will pay," he said, a soft growl under his breath.
It was still uncertainly whether Trelute would be the same, but the doctors said that he was pretty much out of the woods. Sam still gripped his paw and cried softly onto it. A few moments later, she noticed Tre's eyes flickering. She gasped and nudged Ashlan, who rushed over, looking down at him.
Trelute blinked slowly and let out a weak cough. After a few moments, the retriever opened his eyes, looking up at his employer and his friend. He gasped and suddenly struggled.
"N-no...no!" He cried out weakly. Ashlan quickly pressed his paws to Trelute's shoulders and shushed him softly.
"Tre...Tre, it's over...please, try not to move, it's me and Sam. Calm down..." The large wolf told him, using a little of his commanding voice to try to calm down Trelute. He didn't want the dog to re-hurt himself by moving too much too soon.
Trelute was breathing a bit heavily and his heart-rate had elevated. Sam reached out again and grasped Trelute's paw and that seemed to calm him down and make him relax some. After a few moments, he looked a bit clearer in the head and recognized the two of them.
"S-sir! Sam! Oh, it...i-it was horrible...I didn't do anything I swear! I'm sorry, he took the money, Sir..." Tre began to whimper.
It seemed a little odd that after what he'd been through, Tre was worried that his boss would be mad about not getting the money from the job The wolf put a reassuring paw on Trelute's forehead and told him not to worry, that is was only money. They sat there with him until a male nurse walked in. He told them that it was time to go and that Trelute needed his rest. Reluctantly, the two left after both giving Trelute a kiss on the forehead.
The nurse, an otter, turned around and began to check Trelute's vitals. After a few moments, he spoke, "You are one lucky guy, you know that? I've seen people with injuries less severe than yours who didn't survive. You must have a guardian looking out for you."
Tre tried to smile softly, but it hurt, so he just nodded.
"Well, I'll be the one looking after you mostly while you're here. My name is Teribold...yeah, I know...makes me sound like a duke or something...most people call me Terry. In fact, I insist on it!" The otter giggled as he checked Tre's blood pressure one more time, "Okay, rest time for you, buster. I'll be back to check on you in a few hours."
As Ashlan drove home, he was fuming. Yes, he had told Sam that whoever did this would pay, but he was much angrier than he would have let on. Trelute was his. He had given him a job, taken care of him when no one else would. He loved that dog! And now, someone had the gall to try to take him away. That was not something that he could forgive. Before he was shooed away, he had Trelute give a description of his attacker. It was a bit vague because Tre's memory of that night wasn't altogether working. However, a dirty skinny cat was all the description he needed. Ashlan would go through anyone to get to the one who would do this to his Trelute. It was only a matter of time before he could exact vengeance on Trelute's shooter.
He drove into the parking garage of his apartment complex and made his way up to his apartment. Ashlan went straight to his computer and began to search. He may have only run a pizza parlor, but he was one of the most influential furs in the city. When you supply the hottest, sweatiest, kinkiest sex in town, all the big wigs flocked to you to get it and he was owed a lot of favors. He wasn't exactly sure where to start, but decided that he would look up his contact at the police department and see if they had picked up anyone that fit the description of the soon-to-be dead cat. It turned out, that the only feline they'd picked up was a drunk driving tiger and Ashlan was sure it wasn't a tiger that attacked Tre. That didn't discourage the wolf. He just kept searching.
A few hours later, Trelute was sitting in his hospital bed, wondering what the hell he had done to deserve all the shit that happened in his life. Sure, he had a great new job and lots of things had been going well, but it was just the calm before the storm. He knew that he was destined for disappointment and anguish. He tried his best not to think about it and tried to think positively to help his body heal. His mind wandered, however, to his feline attacker. He had looked so familiar, but he was certain he would have remembered someone like that. He was quite skinny with mottled fur. However, oddly enough, he had some canine features. His muzzle was a bit longer and wider and he had a bushier tail than other felines. He hadn't neglected to tell this to Ashlan, it just hadn't come to him until this time. The more he thought about it, the more Trelute began to wonder who the dog-like feline was. He had almost seemed to know Tre.
Terry walked in, interrupting Tre's train of thought. He was carrying a tray of food and set it on the rolling table that slid over the bed. Most of the food on it wasn't "solid" one might say. It was more in between. Half solid, half liquid. Maybe sort of...well, mush.
"Hey there, Tre...I brought you something to eat. Really, the Jello's the best out of all of this, but...you've gotta eat something to keep your strength up," the otter pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed and gently help Tre down as he tried to sit up, "Now, now...you just lay there. Let me help you."
Tre hated being treated like a child, but he knew he was hurt and that the otter was only trying to help. Tre didn't, however, realize that the otter's help would involve feeding him. The otter scooped up a spoonful of the brown mush-like substance and smiles softly to Tre.
"I think it's supposed to be Sloppy Joe's without the bun, but..." he trailed off and Trelute blushed as the otter brought the spoon to his muzzle. He didn't open his lips, "Now, come on...you've gotta eat and you're not strong enough to do it yourself yet. I know it sucks needing someone to take care of you, but I promise that if you're better tomorrow, I'll sneak you in a cheeseburger, alright?"
Tre smiled softly, looking up at the otter. He knew he wouldn't actually bring him a cheeseburger. That would certainly not be allowed, but it was the thought that counted. He slowly opened his muzzle and let Terry shovel the Sloppy Joe sans bun into his muzzle. It wasn't good, but it wasn't really bad either. Terry smiled and scooped up a bit of the radioactive-looking lime green jello and held it to Tre's muzzle and Tre let that in as well.
Terry sat beside Tre's bed and fed him for awhile. The scene looked quite sweet and Terry was quite kind and tender. Suddenly, Tre heard the nurse's name over the intercom.
"Nurse Whitley, come to the ICU immediately!" the voice over the intercom called urgently.
Terry shot up quickly, "I've gotta go, Tre. I'll be back to check on you as soon as I can," the otter said.
Tre hadn't realized until after Terry was gone that the otter had been holding his paw the whole time he was being fed. His paw suddenly felt cold and he blushed a bit before closing his eyes to drift off to sleep.
He must have slept a long time because when he awoke, Ashlan and Sam were sitting next to his bed again. Ashlan and Sam were actually smiling and Tre wondered what was up. He glanced to the side and saw at least five bouquets of flowers and a bunch of balloons. There were a variety of clichéd sayings, such as Get Well Soon! and Hope Your Surgery Went Well! and even a Happy Birthday! Trelute looked oddly at the out of place balloon and Sam giggled.
"They were out of the other kinds, so I got you that one..." She smiled softly.
Tre smiled a little and it didn't hurt so much. Ashlan walked forward and placed a paw to Tre's forehead, "You've made a lot of friends, it appears. Well, not like it's hard to believe, hehe. We've got some good news."
Tre's ears perked up as he heard a mention of good news, knowing he could use some.
"The doctors say that in a few days, you can be released to me. You'll stay at my place for a few days just to be sure," he told Tre. He didn't look as happy as he should be, however.
"S-sir...what's wrong?" Trelute asked him softly.
The large wolf sighed a bit and sat down in the chair, "Tre, they say that due to the gunshot wound, you may have to use an inhaler and that it may progress into asthma."
Tre closed his eyes and nodded a bit. It wasn't as bad as he thought. Granted, after all of the other medical problems he had to endure, this one wasn't as bad, but the thought of needing to use medicine to breathe certainly worried him.
"And, don't you worry! The company's medical insurance will cover everything. You won't need to spend a thing on any medical expenses," Ashlan said as he grasped the dog's paw. Tre looked up and him and nodded a little.
"Thank you, Sir..." Tre said softly.
About ten minutes later, Terry walked in and told Sam and Ashlan that they had to leave. It was time for Tre's bath. Tre blushed quite deeply and looked up at Terry as they left.
"B-bath? Like, with you...and me?" Tre asked nervously.
"Well, duh! You haven't been cleaned in days, Tre. You stink!" He grinned softly as he helped Tre into a wheelchair, "Don't worry, I'm very professional."
Trelute was still unsure about that. Being fed was one thing, but having another guy bathe him was just humiliating. He didn't try to stop him and let the otter wheel him into the large handicap bathroom, where he began to draw the water for the bath. He had Tre test the water to see if it was hot enough. Trelute said it was fine.
Terry turned around and began to undo the back of Tre's hospital gown and pulled it off, putting it on a hook. Trelute blushed as his naked body was revealed and Terry smiled, patting Tre on the shoulder.
"Hey, don't worry...it's not something I haven't seen before...big boy," the otter smiled and giggled. Tre blushed profusely at the nickname that was so often used by Sam. Terry helped Tre into the bath, leaving the bandages on The water was fairly shallow, it only went up to right under his tail so as not to seem into the wounds on his body.
Despite his nervousness, the water felt wonderful. Ever since waking up, he'd felt unclean after his ordeal. And once he felt the sponge, gently dribbling water down his body, slowly cleaning him, he was in heaven. Tre leaned back and just let Terry sponge the warm water over his body. He mmmed softly and closed his eyes. Neither said anything for awhile. Trelute heard a bit of a giggle and opened his eyes to see Terry looking down. Tre was a bit confused, but then looked down, himself, to see his doghood quite hard out of his sheath.
Tre blushed immensely and tried to cover himself, "O-oh gosh, Terry, I'm sorry! I...I didn't mean for that to happen, it j-just felt so good--"
Terry cut him off and smiled softly, gently placing a finger to Tre's lips. Tre looked into Terry's eyes for a few moments. It felt like forever. Terry's watch suddenly went off and both blushed slightly as the silence was broken.
"Oh, crap, it's almost time for my shift to be over. Here, you're all clean, let me help you back into bed," the otter told him after standing up.
Terry helped him get the gown back on and helped Tre back into bed, tucking him in. The otter smiled to Trelute softly.
"You know, you're really cute," Terry said to Tre, who blushed a bit, "Get some rest, I'll see you in the morning, big boy."
Tre hadn't blushed this much since his first day at Pizza Party. He watched the otter leave and could have sworn he was swaying his hips as he left the room. His heart was beating quite fast and suddenly he felt a bit sad. He wondered if the otter knew what he did for a living. He hadn't really been ashamed to be a pizza boy prostitute, but he was sure there were plenty of furs out there who wouldn't approve. What if Terry was one of them? Maybe he wouldn't be so nice to him anymore...
For hours Ashlan had been searching his lines of communication to find Tre's attacker. He was close, he could feel it. Finally, he called a friend of his that worked at a hotel in a bad part of the city. He said that he had a feline staying in the hotel that fit that description. The furious wolf didn't even stay on the phone to say goodbye. He got up, dropping the off-the-hook phone onto his desk as he rushed out.
The Tenderloin is an area of the city known for it's...more adult aspects. Strip clubs and porn shops dot the part of the city along with quite a few trashy hotels filled with prostitutes and drug dealers. Ashlan was no stranger to the area. After all, he used to be a hustler himself in that area before he made it big on a fairly wealthy client who took a shine to him. Ashlan then started Pizza Party. However, that night, he ventured back into the depths from whence he came and drove to the small Travelodge, pulling into a parking space. He got out of his expensive sports car and glanced around, giving every single hooker and homeless person a dangerous look, warning them not to even think of touching his car. He made his way into the small lobby and looked at the fellow wolf behind the counter.
"Where is he?" he asked. There was a definite edge to his voice telling the clerk that he didn't want to question the larger wolf.
"Room 24 on the second floor..." He told him.
Without another word, the wolf was back outside and walked up the stairs, making his way up to the room, passing by a junkie in the corner lighting up a crack pipe. She whimpered softly, worried that the well dressed wolf might be law enforcement of some kind, but relaxed a bit as the wolf walked by. She did, however, note the slight bulge in the wolf's pocket.
Ashlan walked up to the door and knocked on it firmly. He didn't want to scare the cat...yet. The door began to open and the wolf slammed his shoulder into it, causing the door to slam into the surprised face of the feline. Ashlan walked in to see the feline lying on the floor, his nose bleeding. The cat was scrambling back in fear as the wolf closed the door.
"Neither you, nor anyone else...will ever take him from me!" The wolf growled. The last thing heard could have been a gunshot. Or it could have been a car backfiring. Either way...the residents of the Tenderloin had learned to ignore it anyway.
Samantha was sitting beside Tre as he woke up. She smiled brightly to him and stroked his muzzle gently. "Hey there, big boy...how're you doing?"
Trelute smiled softly at her. "Oh...I'm getting better...but I'm so tired of laying in this bed..."
Sam nodded a bit and took his paw in hers, "I know...I think you should be able to get out of here soon, though. Mr. Ashlan is insisting that you stay in his apartment until you're healed completely. He never says it, but I know he's worried that guy might come back..."
"I know he is...I just wish this wouldn't have happened...but there is something good out of this..." Tre was slightly blushing as he looked to her.
"What is it?"
Tre looked to the door and back to her, "You know that otter nurse that takes care of me?"
Sam giggled a bit, "Who, the hunky one?"
Tre nodded a bit, "I...think...I think I like him, Sam..."
She squealed a little and grinned, "That's great!"
"It's weird...I mean, I know that I...do stuff with guys all the time, but...it's not like I have feelings for them...it's just money. But...I actually...find him really hot...and he's really sweet and a gentleman..." Tre said, babbling a little nervously.
Sam smiled and nodded, listening to him, "Yeah, you're in love, big boy."
Tre blushed even more, "B-but...what if he...I mean...well, what if he doesn't like me? Or, what if he won't like me when I tell him what I do for a living?"
"Tre...listen. There isn't anything to be ashamed of. True, we don't have a job that is really liked by the general public, but, it isn't like you're a hooker walking the street. And you aren't being forced to do it. If you wanted to, you could quit tomorrow. I know we joke that Mr. Ashlan is our pimp, but he isn't like that. He is our boss. If the guy you like can't see past what job you do...then he isn't worth your love," Sam told him, softly stroking his cheek, "Besides, I'll always be here, okay?"
Tre smiled softly and nuzzled her paw, "We do have a strange relationship, don't we, Sam?"
She giggled and nodded, leaning down to kiss his cheek, "That we do, dear puppy. That we do. Alright, my shift's gonna start soon, gotta get to work. I'll check up on you again tomorrow, okay?"
Tre smiled and waves to her as he snuggled back into his pillows, feeling a bit better after that talk. He decided that he'd watch some TV and picked up the remote to turn it on.
"...found the body of 25 year old Grayson Fitch brutally beaten and shot in the chest. There are no suspects at the moment and not motive for the murder. If anyone has any information about this homicide, call your local Crime Watch hotline," said the reporter on the screen. A picture was shown on the screen of a scruffy looking Siamese. The caption under the picture identified it as Grayson Fitch.
Trelute sighed softly and shook his head, watching the television, "Why does there have to be so much violence? I bet he didn't do anything to deserve that...just like me."
He switched the channel to the sci-fi channel and watched an old movie that no one probably watched when it had first came out. A nurse came in to check on the golden retriever's blood pressure and make sure his IV's were connected correctly.
"Where is Terry?" he asked the nurse.
"Terry's off today. He'll be back on Monday," the nurse replied curtly and walked out after writing the pressure on her clipboard. Tre felt a bit sad upon hearing that since it was Saturday. After the nurse left, Tre lay back in his bed and closed his eyes, wishing that he had someone there to sit with him. Soon, Tre was asleep and murmuring in his sleep.
Ashlan was breathing heavily as he sat at home. He was no stranger to death or killing. Sometimes, when some little punk tramp tries to take your corner, you need to take matters into your own paws. It wasn't the killing that was bothering the wolf. He knew that he hadn't found his love's killer yet. The fucker was still roaming the streets, waiting to find Tre again to finish that job. Well, that wasn't going to happen, not on his watch! With none of his contacts knowing any more about any felines that fit the description of the shooter, he decided that he would just have to go out and search for himself. Ashlan picked up his long business trench coat and headed out into the cruel world that he would protect his puppy from.
Tre awoke, but wasn't sure why. His eyes slowly opened and he sensed someone sitting next to him. He suddenly had a feeling that it was the cat that shot him and his heart began to pound as he quickly turned his head and gasped in surprise.
"Hey, sorry to scare ya, big boy," said the muzzle of the smiling otter seated next to him.
"Terry!" Tre said in excitement and thought that perhaps he was acting a bit too excitedly. He sat up a little and Terry held him down on his chest.
"You stay lying down. I may not be on duty, but I could still kick your fuzzy butt," Terry said, chuckling. Tre giggled a little and let Terry push him down. The otter grinned a bit, "I didn't have anything to do today, so I thought that I might keep you company. That alright?"
Tre smiled and nodded quickly, "Yeah, great!"
"So, tell me a bit about yourself," the otter said as he sat in the chair beside the bed.
"Umm....well, uh...not much to tell..." he began.
"Nonsense, I'm sure there's something you can tell me. Where do ya live? Where do you work? Friends? ...girlfriend?" He asked, giving the last question a bit of a slight hesitation.
"Um...well....I live on Nob Hill...I work..." he hesitated for a moment and decided it best not to lie, but...put a slight spin on the truth, perhaps, "I work in a pizza place. I've made a lot of friends there and, um...no...no girlfriend."
Terry seemed a bit relieved, Tre thought, and Terry smiled a bit more, "Oh, that...Sam girl isn't your girlfriend?"
Tre shook his head, "Oh, no, she's just...a friend and a coworker."
The otter smiled, "Oh, good! I mean...well, not good, but...I mean..."
Tre slowly reached out a paw, resting it on Terry's and blushed slightly, "I...I know what you mean, Terry."
The otter returned the blush and grinned back as he slowly turned his paw over, wrapping it in Tre's as they looked at each other, each telling the other silently what they were thinking. The door suddenly opened noisily and they pulled their paws apart jerkily and looked a bit guilty as the nurse taking Terry's place walked in, holding a food tray in both paws, looking to him.
"Nurse, you are off duty, you really should be out having fun or something," she said with a motherly-stern sort of voice, like she was admonishing him for stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.
"I am having fun, Ma'am," he said, "and don't worry, I'll handle the feeding, okay?"
The nurse, grateful to be able to take care of patients that needed more attention, left without another word and Terry grinned a bit. He glanced around and pulled out a McDonald's bag from his book bag, smiling, "I promised you, didn't I?"
Tre smiled and held his paws out gratefully for the cheeseburger.
Ash drove down a well known drug trafficking street and while he wasn't a user or a dealer, he figured that, by the description, the little feline bastard was. He spotted a likely candidate and drove up next to the shaking cat who was obviously going through withdrawals. Ashlan grinned as he rolled the passenger window down.
"Hey...looking for...something?" he asked cryptically.
The mangy cat nodded and whimpering, "I ain't got no money fer it..."
The wolf chuckled and gestured for the cat to get in and made a mental note to get his car steam cleaned later as the feline hesitantly opened the door and slid in. Ashlan kept a winning, friendly smile as he began to drive off.
"So, what're you into?" the wolf asked, not looking at the cat.
"I'll...do whatever ya got..." he replied shakily.
Ashlan chuckled a bit, "Well, I got some Coke and a bit of Acid."
The feline perked up. Apparently those were some of his "favorites."
"You can use some if you'll suck my dick," the wolf said, chuckling.
The cat gasped and wasn't expecting that part. He wasn't gay; he just wanted to get his fix. He looked like he might suddenly leap out of the car, even as it was moving, but Ashlan would have been ready for that. The wolf grinned a bit and reached down to his jeans and pulled the zipper down, tugging out his thick sheath. He was obviously completely unattracted to the one he believed was Tre's shooter, but he'd gotten himself hard for other, uglier, customers than this feline.
The scrawny cat shuddered as his eyes were drawn to the now visible wolf sheath, a bit of his wolfhood pushing from the sheath.
"Dude, if you don't want the shit, get the fuck outta my car," the wolf growled softly.
This startled the cat into leaning over a bit as he certainly did want the free drugs...even if he had to suck off the wolf. He felt the car being pulled over and looked up for a moment, realizing that they were in a shadowed part behind a building. The cat took a deep breath and reached out to grasp the sheath, trying to keep from vomiting. He figured that he would just do what he did to himself and began to stroke the sheath as the wolf groaned and leaned back against the bar seat.
Ashlan leaned the seat back as he smirked and watched the cat stroke him off, his long red wolfcock slipping from his sheath into his paw. He just let the cat do his thing for now, mmming as the paw jerked him off. After a few moments, he grinned, looking to the cat.
"Get to sucking. And keep your fucking teeth out of the way or I'll rip 'em out, got it?" the wolf growled a bit.
The cat shivered and knew that he should run right then, but...he knew that if he didn't get the drugs, he felt that he would die, so he got up onto his knees and bent over the wolf's crotch, his muzzle an inch from the throbbing wolfcock. He could smell the wolf's musk going into his nose and held off the reaction to retch. He suddenly felt the wolf's paw press to the back of his head and found that pole pushing into his muzzle. He gagged as the wolf didn't even pause to let him get used to it, pushing the cock down his throat as he struggled and jerked against the strong paw holding his head.
Ashlan grinned savagely as he forced his dick down the feline's throat. He groaned softly as the cat's muzzle pressed to his crotch fur and he began to hump into his muzzle, only pulling out a few inches before forced the cat to take it again. He didn't pull out enough to leave the cat's throat as he fucked his muzzle. He watched the little bastard try to escape, but in the awkward position of kneeling in the passenger seat, there wasn't much that he could do as the wolf held his head down on the long red cock.
The cat looked up into Ashlan's eyes fearfully as his throat worked on the wolfdick involuntarily as he struggled and whimpered loudly.
The wolf slapped the cat's muzzle hard as he growled, pre shooting into the cat's stomach as he felt those muscles milking his cock, "You little fucker. Think you can take my Tre from me? I don't fucking think so. It's time to die, you shit."
He pressed both paws to the back of the cat's head as he fucked his throat and growled out loudly. The cat's body began to spasm only a little and finally stopped twitching as Ashlan moaned out and spilled his cum into the dead cat's throat and down into his belly. He tugged his cock from the cat's muzzle and wiped himself off on the cat's face. He got out of his car and tugged open the door and wrenched the corpse from his car, letting it flop unceremoniously onto the ground, its head smacking the pavement. The wolf grasped his sheath as a hot stream of yellow urine splashed out as he began to piss on the cat. Once he was finished, he gave a savage kick to the feline's stomach, who flopped over a little.
He got back into the car and drove away, peeling out as he sped off in his sports car, leaving the dead cat behind the building, but he still wasn't satisfied that he had found Tre's killer. The thought suddenly came to him...what if the cat was in disguise? What if he had gotten himself cleaned up? Ash would never find him. He'd simply have to broaden his search. No fucking cat was going to stand in the way of him being with Tre, his love puppy.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Whew, this took me a long time to do and I apologize for that. I just wasn't sure how to end the chapter, but I think I figured it out, hehe. I'm hoping to get rolling again and I am hoping to do a small spin-off chapter next since this chapter had no sexors and I know that's what a lot of you want. :P Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the chapter and you can expect quite a bit more violence on Ash's part as I have some interesting ideas for him. Thanks, again!