A Tale of Two Foxes (Book 1, Part 3)
So I promise, I won't be writing everyday, but i'm really excited about this story and I want it to take off. Before you read this you must have read parts one and two. so go do that if you need to. i promise, it'll make more sense.... =]
Disclaimer: This story DOES contain M/M action-- dont read this if your not 18, dislike gayness, or hate reading... KK thanx!
A Tale of Two Foxes
Book 1
Part 3: A Hand at Cards
The courtroom was dismally distressing. Eric was sitting at his desk looking up into the wide dome of the courtroom, tapping his paw to the pacing of the bailiff. The bailiff, an older grumpy bulldog, was mumbling to himself, stepping heavily as to make a large sound throughout the entire audience. The room was packed-- nearly 200, including the furs in the jury, awaiting to see exactly the outcome of the betraying fox. Eric was sweating; His lawyer, a clever middle aged wolf, Mr. Hill Borin, (attorney at law) was sweating; the bailiff was sweating, everyone in the room was anticipating the little fox to be sentenced to an injection of the lethal variety.
"Would the courtroom please stand for the entrance of the judge, the honorable, Hannibal Watson." stated the bailiff, spying the judge prompting him to begin the procession.
Eric felt his heart skip three beats: his nerves finally began to affect him worse than he was expecting-- if he was convicted of his conspiracy of terrorism, his life would be over, and he knew it. In the pit of his stomach he began to feel a dark acidic tension eating away at his small amount of hope. He rose, looking the judge as his robe glided past the desk leg. He watched his Judge take his seat and then around him the rest of the crowd were seated.
"Eric Martinez Ortiz?" Boomed the deep voice of the honorable.
"Y..es?" piped the scared little fox.
"Please stand," the honorable asked, the fox obeyed. "You have been charged with Conspiracy to commit treasonous acts of terrorism on the United States of America in the form of spreading Government secrets through Mexico: How is it that you plead?"
"I p...plead, non-guilty, your honor..." spouted the nervous fox.
"I am going to assume you mean 'not' guilty." the honorable Watson responded.
"Yes, your honor, I...Spanish is my...English is not my primary tongue." Eric remitted.
"Hmm... I see." answered the judge. "So we will start with opening arguments."
Mr. Hill Borin was a wolf of particular tastes: He was a man of fine wine; a man of fine gambling; man of fine foods; and more particularly, a man of the avaunt-guard. Therefore, his intern at the time was a man not unlike himself: The young dark red fox found himself more keen to a sharp eye and a sharp wit-- however lacked in the sensible world of sobriety. Eric noticed him and his breath in the smell of fine Peppermint Schnapps. His clothes smelled heavy with the smell of chain-smoking and his eyes were a dark brown, nearly black. Eric could not keep his eyes off the dark red fox thinking to himself: "Where in the world have I seen this guy before... He looks all too familiar."
The prosecutor, being an angry looking lion, gave an interesting opening argument regarding how Eric was ' spawn of sin' and 'should not have been allowed in the United Sates that God himself had blessed.' His own attorney about how Eric was ' not to be found even related to any incident' and how 'The United States has found a scape-goat to public fear in the death of another victim.' but time elapsed for the young fox, who, every now and again would stare at the dark red fox, wondering quietly to himself: "Where in the world have I seen this guy before... He looks all too familiar."
After several heated debates between what evidence could be evidence and could not be evidence : phone bills, phone records, text messages, personal witness; it was time for the prosecution to show their main witness to the crime: Benjamin Klienston. Klineston was a bear of thirty-five years. His gray fur showing slightly under his chin, he tucked his tie into his suit jacket and took the stand when called upon by the prosecution.
"Your name is Benjamin Klineston is it not?" asked the belligerent looking lion.
"Yes, I am." replied Klineston
"Do you swear to tell the truth, the who truth, and nothing but the truth?" questioned the bailiff.
"I do, but I feel as if I'm going to be sick." swiftly said the bear.
The courtroom paused.
"I suppose we can call it a day, we will recess until tommorrow." commented the judge. The people left the courtroom, Eric was returned to his prison cell in the courthouse jail below, and the dark fox began to walk out of the courtroom.
"Tommorrow's the day! Isn't that right, Silas?" questioned Mr. Hill Borin to the dark red fox.
"Yes. It is." responded the fox, coldly.
"Any big plans tonight?" asked the lawyer.
"I have some private matters and business matters to attend to tonight." replied Silas.
The bar was dark and chilly with a tad bit of dampness covering the room. It was almost as incommodious as Teller's as the young dark fox had come to realize. The room felt so damp that his cards were starting to peel from their paper. The queen he held in his hand was slightly torn, his King, trying to free itself from the paper.
"Lay 'em" commented a shady wolf. Silas layed his cards on the table face up and everyone looked.
"Fuck foxy, you always clean me out of house and home!" commented an Otter
"Damn, what does he always have to win?" commented a rustic raccoon
"Shit!" explicated another Otter.
"Did you Lose again?!" yelled another rustic looking raccoon, this one female, to the male.
Silas took the $825.25 off the center of the table. The shady wolf passed him a slip of paper. He folded it all nice and tightly into his wallet, and began to walk out of the bar.
"Well foxy, where you goin'?" questioned the shady wolf.
"Yeah, you sexy lil' fag, where you goin in such a hurry with my cash?" said one of the Otters
" You should'n call some'in a fag, just because he beat you in a game a' cards, Jack." Said the rustic raccoon, male.
"He can anyone he wants anything he wants, Deville." said the other Otter.
Silas continued to leave: "I'm sorry, I have business matters to concern myself with."
"At 2:30 in the mornin'?" Responded Jack
"What's it to you?" said the dark fox, coldly.
Silas walked to his car and drove down the road three blocks where he noticed a robust fox, wearing a tight wife-beater and some blue jeans. He had a muscular build, a chiseled jaw-bone and beautiful bright red fur.
"How much will $800.00 get me?" questioned Silas, the smell of peppermint Schnapps leak from his maw.
"It's enough to get your member, in this jaw," resounded the young robust fox.
"I'll take it : get in." the robust fox walked to the other side of the vehicle and get into the car. He motioned for Silas to hand him the money.
"You'll get half now, and half when I'm satisfied." Said Silas, handing the robust fox $400.00.
"I can handle that."
Silas drove until he found a ran down complex on the west side of Highland Ave. He walked in, ignoring the sign that read : NORTH TOWER. He walked up fourteen flights of stairs with the robust male fox.
"I'm still not sure exactly where you're taking me." remarked the robust fox. "But as long as you're paying, I'm fine with it."
Silas looked into his small one bedroom apartment. It smelled much like him: Peppermint Schnapps with smoke. He had been gone since the previous night but smoke still lingered in the room. There were hundreds of cigarette butts that had been thrown to the floor, one broken lamp, a dirty kitchen with the coloring of a rusty old filing cabinet from the 1920s and a door that led to a room which hosted a queen sized mattress with rusty spring hanging out of it.
"Take your clothes off. " Silas ordered his prostitute, who obliged him.
"Whatever you want." commented the robust fox. The prostitute began to undress himself. Slowly unbottoning his jeans, then unzipping them, sliding the legs down slowly. The prositute was hard in anticipation of his costumer's pleasure. "Now what?" he asked.
"take my clothes off with your teeth." Silas said through a swig of schnapps.
The robust fox removed his own shirt, and Silas'. Then he kneeled down, smelling wholly the smell of horny fox crotch. He gnarled the botton on Silas' jeans and pulled them down with his maw. He then returned back up just to have his face crushed into the dark fox's package.
"Suck me off. Now." commanded the dark fox. The prostitute did as he was commanded. He removed Silas' boxers and began the task of satisfying his costumer. The fox's cock was already unsheathed from the sight of the delicious robust fox. The prostitute began to lick the dark fox's cock and Silas' began to moan slightly. The moaning was from the intense pleasure erupting from the maw of the robust fox, he was very good at his job.
"Suck me harder..." moaned the dark fox. The prostitute obliged. A swig of alcohol went down Silas' throat.
"Harder...." yelped the fox, The prostitute obliged. Another swig of alcohol.
Then the dark fox released his load into the throat of the prostitute.
"Swallow it you slut!" yelled the dark fox, the prostitute obeyed.
Then Silas took another swig of alcohol.
Silas fell back on the bed, asleep.
The robust fox took the remainder of what the dark fox had in his wallet for his service and noticed a wrinkled piece of paper. He opened it:
_ His Real Name Is Jon Davies _
Eric was brought back in the courtroom. His stomach even more acidic and nervous this day as it was the day before. The bear entered and took the stand, remained the oath, and court began again, the dark fox next to him: "Where in the world have I seen this guy before... He looks all too familiar."
"So, you know the witness how?" asked the prosecution to the bear.
"He used to sell my father hot cocain from the columbian gang...The one that operates on 12th street." responded Benjamin Klineston. "But then he recently asked me to help him transport what he said was a secret computer chip."
'Both of those things are lies.' thought Eric.
"So could you point to the man who wanted you to transport a 'secret computer chip'?" questioned the prosecution. The bear pointed to Eric.
"The prosecution rests your honor."
There was a long silence. Then Silas stood and walked to the front of the courtroom.
"In every fur's life he realizes that life is only what you make it. He realizes that lies and deceit are not always what they appear to be. They will find out that not every person who stands up and testifies always knows what they are talking about. I will demonstrate that here." Silas walked to the witness stand and began to cross- examine the witness.
"You are Benjamin Klineston,are you not." asked Silas
"I am." responded the bear.
"Your father, Mr. Klineston, he lives here, in Nashville does he not?"
"Yes, he does." responded the bear.
"Might I remind you that you are under oath, Jon Davies?" said the dark fox nonchalantly. A look of surprise came over the face of the bear.
"Objection! The witness' name is Benjamin Klineston." barked the prosecution.
"Overruled." said the judge, suspiciously.
"So may I ask you, do you know Mr Ortiz?" asked the dark fox.
"I...I don't" muffled the bear.
"Excuse me what was that?" asked the dark fox coldly.
"I don't know Mr. Ortiz."
"Have you ever talked with Mr. Ortiz in your life?" asked Silas
"I have not."
"Have you ever even seen someone who looks like the young fox before?" asked Silas.
"No, never."
"Never before?"
"Never."
"Have you had a chance to look at my face?" Silas looked straight into the face of the bear.
"Yes, I have."
"And do I and the defendant look nearly Identical?" asked the dark fox.
"Yes, you both have the same complexion, same face, you could be twins." remarked the bear
"So not only could you have not pointed directly to my client, Mr. Ortiz, you would have pointed directly at either of us knowing our species.. . . would you like to denounce you r stements including those as evidence you have handed to the prosecution and deem them unreliable, Jon Davies?" asked the Silas coldly.
"I would."
The courtroom was silent. Without any evidence the prosecution had nothing on Eric.
"Seeing as all evidence provided by the prosecution has been deemed unreliable, I have no other choice but to warn you Mr. Ortiz: people are not forgiving. However, that being said-- Mr. Eric Ortiz: You are free to go - Not Guilty." Said the judge.
Silas had gambled and won Eric his life.
I hope you enjoyed it it was my first yiff writing so i hope it worked, please tell me what you think. I would so very much enjoy every letter you type! I'm glad tat the story is going to start coming together now. We have most of the main characters.
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