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He was happy when the private jet finally came to a halt and he was able to exit. The ride had been short, but rocky as hell as they had to fly through a storm of some sort to get to the island. Once they were through the storm, it was all clear skies all around the private island. He was looking forward to finally changing out of the monkey suit he was forced to wear. RB hated wearing actual suits, but his father had insisted he look 'presentable' while he was traveling, in case of some paparazzi or some such ambushing him. At least, as presentable as one could be with his bright purple, limp-style mohawk and the multitude of piercings. He thought he looked more like someone on their way to a court hearing than a presentable member of society.

Though the whole reason for this trip was to keep him from needing to see the inside of any courtroom. Raymond "RB" Brand was the only son of the wealthy Gregory Brand, owner of Brand-Nu Shipping, one of the largest international shipping conglomerates. After his father's company had merged with the NuSu Song shipping company from Korea, Gregory had married the owner's daughter, Sagi Nu. He was the other result of that 'merging.' Now they were the biggest provider of international transport for all manner of goods, from clothing to food. Though they also dabbled in shipping much less 'on the books' goods, like weapons, drugs, and even people.

Much to his father's chagrin, RB hated the idea of taking over the business. He had no head or patience for all the endless meetings and numbers anyway. Instead, the 23-year-old wolf was more focused on his metal band, FeuerBrand. They had not managed to get more than a single album out, though he had to self-publish it since no record company ever wanted to. In reality, it was because the band was... not very good. Though as far as RB was concerned, that was fine. It fit their image to simply do things themselves. They were not to be tied down. They lived hard, played hard, and drank hard. Their parties were the things of tales, up there with the legends of the 70s and 80s with how wild they could get.

Unfortunately, their last party had gotten a little TOO wild. RB was woken from his drunken slumber by a bunch of cops asking him to follow them to the station... and put some pants on. The drummer for the band, Cassandra "Vale" Belloney, had been found dead in her room, with bruises, cuts, and bite marks covering her body, among many other things. Though the bigger issue was the rope around both one post of her bed and her neck. There were also no less than five samples of semen found in her body, and unfortunately, one of them was his. Eventually, it was ruled as 'death by misadventure.' Meaning that she had accidentally killed herself while trying to get off. Vale was always a kinky little gerbil, and loved to be roughed up and choked when she was fucked, so he was not surprised she would go that way. Lab results also showed she had a fairly high amount of heroin in her system at the time of death.

Of course, it was something of a scandal and PR nightmare for his father and his company. RB knew that his dad cared more about the company's image than if his son was guilty or not. So, he was told he was being sent away while his team of spin doctors buried the scandal. And he was to spend his time on the exclusive, private island resort of Sanctus Isle. The place was a getaway for the ultra-wealthy elites of the world. Technically outside of any country's jurisdiction, someone could stay on the island indefinitely to avoid justice... provided they could afford the extreme cost. It was owned by some old guy named Vance Rannak, the current head of the Rannak family, one of the wealthiest families in the world. So wealthy that most people had never heard of them. Naturally, conspiracies surrounded the whole family, everything from funding rebellions to overturn countries, to owning land on the moon, and everything in between.

RB didn't really know or care if any of it was true or not. Especially now, as he stepped off of the plane. The place was tropical, and the suit had way more layers than he was used to wearing. "Fuck... it's hot."

"Mr. Brand?" He looked in the direction of the voice that called his name. A pair of well-dressed women stood nearby. They wore the uniform of staff members, consisting of a pair of black slacks and a bright red vest over a cream shirt. He saw no name tag on either of them. The shorter of the two, a bird of some sort, stepped forward and gave him a polite nod. "Welcome to Sanctus Isle. If you'll follow me to the front desk, we can get you checked into your room. Someone else will collect your luggage and bring it up for you." He also could not quite place her accent. It sounded Asian, but he could not pick out where exactly.

The wolf nodded, brushing a hand over his head to flip his hair out of his face. "Yeah... thanks, mate." His eyes looked down at the woman's shapely rear and fanned tail feathers as she led him to the large building nearby. He was not usually into birds, but he had to admit, she had a pretty shapely body. He also noted that the other girl, a skinny gazelle, had stayed behind at the plane.

When they arrived at the large desk, the bird motioned to one of the men behind it. "Here you are, Mr. Brand."

The man she motioned to gave him a polite bow as well. He was some kind of long-eared rodent RB had seen once or twice. Joboa or Jerbia or something, he couldn't remember. "Welcome, Mr. Brand."

RB let out a heavy sigh. "Enough of the Mr. Brand bollocks. That's my da. I'm just RB, kay?"

The man nodded. "Of course, Mr. RB." Close enough. The man looked down at a screen embedded into the counter of the desk. "We have you booked in the Polaris suite for... oh, an indefinite length." He reached under the desk and produced a USB with a star emblazoned upon it. He set it down on the counter. "This is your key. You can find the room just down the hall behind me. Take a right and go all the way to the end of the hall. Just look for the door with the same symbol on it. Of course, someone can escort you if you need."

He shook his head. "Nah, that's alright. I'm sure I can find it."

"Of course, sir." The man gave him a smile so charming it had to be practiced. "You will find all of your luggage has already been moved there. And, as this is your first time staying with us, we have provided you with a small tablet that contains all the features we provide, as well as a map of the island. You can also use it to order a variety of services, or to contact someone should you need any assistance."

RB nodded. "Ta. 'Preciate it." He took the key, then pointed to the hallway. "Down there, on the right, all the way at the end?"

"That is correct."

"Bitch'n." He walked off, following the directions. The hall was quite wide, covered in a red carpet, the walls some kind of wood. As he got to the end where it split into two directions, he stopped. One wall was open, facing out on the resort itself. "Fuck, this place is swanky as shit." There was a massive pool, which looked like it had a bar floating in the middle. Farther back were other, smaller buildings. One was some kind of food place, another looked like a gym, and another he was not sure. He would have to check it out later. He turned to the right and made his way down, passing a few doors. One had a tree, another a snowflake, then a manta ray.

Finally, he found the door with the star. There was a small slot under the door handle which the USB fit into. As soon as he slid it in, he heard the loud CLACK of the bolt unlocking. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Well. Not bad." The suite was huge, more like an apartment than any hotel he had been in. There was a kitchen to one side, a sitting area with a couch and several chairs facing a massive TV built into the wall, and the bedroom. The bed was also massive, covered in a dark blue sheet, with a small tablet resting against one of the pillows. His luggage sat neatly beside the bed. Peaking his head into the bathroom, he found it had not only a huge shower, but a hot tub big enough for four. "I think I'm going to like it here."

* * *

RB tapped at the tablet to zoom in on the map. He had spent the last several hours reading through all the different services that the resort offered. If he was going to be hiding out here for goddess knows how many weeks, he figured he should at least have some idea what he could do. It was very quickly apparent that his options were not lacking. He could order food in just about any style he could think of, get near any kind of booze he wanted, spend his time working out, running, getting a massage, or even request a rather impressive number of game consoles with most of their libraries. Hell, he could even request drugs, from tame shit like weed to hard stuff like cocaine and meth.

Tossing the pad onto the bed beside him, he decided he should get some food and see if any of the booze was worthwhile. Swinging his legs off of the bed, he got to his feet before hefting his luggage up onto the bed. Flipping it open, he rummaged through the hastily packed clothing until he found a favorite outfit. Not bothering with briefs, he just slipped on a pair of black leather pants, followed by a matching leather vest. The vest had studs all over, and the logo of his band on the back, a flaming sword jammed into a horned wolf skull.

Stepping into the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror. Lacking a shirt under the vest, his grey-furred chest and belly were exposed. There was also a clearly defined bulge in his pants from the lack of underwear. He toyed a little with his hair so it all flopped over on the right side of his head, hanging down to his shoulder. He used to keep the mohawk up and spiked, but he got sick of having to apply the hairspray and gel all the time to keep it like that, so now just wore it limp. He still kept it dyed the bright purple. Though he would probably need to have whatever salon was at this place touch it up to keep the brown roots from showing. He had also thought of switching the color to a radioactive green or traffic cone orange. With how much time he was going to be spending here, now was a pretty good time to play with the colors.

After making sure the four rings were in his left ear, he figured that was good enough for now and turned to leave. He paused for a moment as he looked at the tablet. Shrugging, he picked it up, stuffing it into a pocket, the room key going into the other. Once he was out into the open, he saw the sun was just starting to set in the distance, though the sky was still very blue. There were also a few more people walking around than before. Or he had just not seen them. Not just the staff, though there were plenty of them, all standing out in their red and black uniform. Several of the other guests were also having a stroll or lounging in seats near the pool. He would probably see about taking a dip at some point. He wondered what their policy on skinny dipping was. Considering everything else about the resort, they probably had some private nude beach or pool somewhere.

As RB made his way to the building the map had labeled as 'Bistro Divertali' which he assumed was some kind of diner type something. He pushed the wooden door open, then paused. "Huh. Not what I was expecting." There was a counter far in the back, two red pandas preparing something back there, and a bunch of tables and booth seats. It reminded him of some of the fancier sushi places he had been to in Kyoto. He also saw one of the staff behind the welcome podium, a cute fox.

Before he could go over to her, a very sharply dressed mink stepped over to him, seemingly from nowhere. "Ah. Mr. Brand." She stopped herself. "Oh. Sorry, you said you prefer RB, didn't you?"

He glanced at the woman. She was strikingly pretty, with pure white fur, and matching hair done in a loose style that was somehow both simple and elegant. "Uh... yeah, that's right. You... one of the guests or a manager or somethin'?" She wasn't dressed like the staff, instead dressed in a black suit, blue shirt, and black tie. But he couldn't imagine one of the guests knowing what he had said earlier.

She gave him a dazzling smile. "Staff, in a way. I am Veronica Rannak, the owner's daughter and vice-chair of the island. I handle the day-to-day around the island for my father." She held out a hand. "I also like to personally greet all our guests their first time visiting. It is a pleasure to meet you."

He shook her hand. "No shit, eh? Walk'n in your da's footsteps? Pretty impressive for a pretty girl."

She gave him a nod. "Thank you. I do hope you enjoy your stay with us." She completely sidestepped the compliment as she motioned to the various booths, only a few of them occupied. "Please, feel free to order whatever you like. If there is anything special you would like, do not hesitate to ask. If we do not currently have it, we can have it here within a few days."

He smirked at her. "What if I'd like to order a meal with the vice-chair?"

The mink's smile did not flinch. "If I have time in my schedule, perhaps we could share a meal. But my duties around the island keep me quite occupied, so your time and attention would be better served enjoying the services we offer. Many of our staff would be far more willing and available to keep you company. You need only ask them." She took a polite step away and gave him a slight nod. "Now, if you will excuse me, I must be off to say hello to the other new arrivals. Enjoy your meal, RB."

He could not help but smile at her artful dodge of his advances. As he turned to enter the diner, he heard someone suddenly burst out laughing. "I wouldn't try with that one, son!" He turned to the source of the voice. A tall and muscular german shepherd sat at a booth near the entrance, wearing a well-fitting shirt of off-white and deck shorts. "Trust me, she'll chew you up and spit you out before you can figure out which way is up."

RB scowled at the man. "Know from personal experience?"

He shook his head. "Nah. I know when to pick my battles. That is a hill you would quite literally die on. That pretty firecracker has been learning the business her whole life. You think you're the first rich kid that's thought to hit on the pretty young business woman?" He motioned to the seat across from his table. "I can tell it's your first time here. Have a seat, kid, and I'll tell ya about this place."

The wolf was really not liking this guy constantly calling him 'kid' and 'son.' "No thanks, pops. I think I'll find me own seat."

Undeterred, the man just chuckled. "Ah, c'mon. Have a seat. Food and drink are better with company. I'll even pick up the tab for you."

RB smirked. "You should have led with that." He moved over and slid into the booth across from the man. The seat was incredibly comfortable. He suspected everything around this island would be. "Name's RB."

"Son of Greg and Sagi Brand. I've worked with your parents." He lifted the tall glass in front of him, swirling the clear liquid inside a little. "Richard Carmichael, CEO of Dewpoint Pharmaceuticals."

The wolf quirked an eyebrow. "What's a big pharma man doing on Sanctus?" He knew that drug companies were big business, but not 'super elite getaway resort' big.

Richard took a sip of his drink. "It's not polite to talk business on vacation. I'll just say I've used more than your father's business to ship more than just headache medication."

RB nodded slowly, getting the picture. He knew his father's company also smuggled all kinds of illegal stuff. It was probably best he didn't ask for more details. Shifting how he sat, he laid his legs across the booth seat, leaning his back against the wall. "So, you sound like you're a regular around here. I'm probably going to be staying around for a while. Other than the snow princess, anything else off limits?"

Richard nodded. "Yeah. Most of it is pretty obvious stuff. You should have gotten a little tablet or something that has most of this in it." He started ticking things off on his fingers. "Don't try to sneak someone from the outside in. Whatever happens on the island stays on the island, so don't go spilling the beans if you hear or see something. No fighting with the other guests, even if you have some kind of blood feud. Save it for when you leave. Uh... let's see." He tilted his head as he thought. "Most of it involves not messing with other guests. You can flirt and chat and hook up and all that shit, but always remember that you're not the only somebody around here. The owner is one of, if not THE wealthiest person in the world, and he has enough connections to bury even the biggest of big shots, figuratively and very literally if he wants."

"So... what, he's like the mob boss of all mob bosses?"

The dog shook his head. "Not quite. This is hallowed ground. Neutral in all things. And if you try to muck that up, he will call the wrath of the gods upon you. But as long as you don't fuck up too bad, he's alright. Decent fellow. Throws a hell of a party, too. Can get anything you want. From booze to drugs to pretty girls, boys, or whatever else you like to get your rocks off to." He smirked. "No age restriction, if that's your thing."

RB nodded slowly, ignoring that last part. "Right." He looked up at the pretty fox still standing at the welcome podium. "So, the crown princess is off the table, but what about the rest of the staff?"

The older man grinned wide. "Oh, they're all fair game. Don't even need to be nice about it if you don't want. Part of their whole deal with the owner, Vance."

"Deal?"

"Yeah. See, all the staff? They all live on the island. Almost every one of them was rescued from a pretty shit situation. Talking sex slaves, peasant prisoners, political refugees from 3rd world nations, so on. They get to live on this island, get paid really well, and live a pretty cushy life overall. The owners also treat 'em pretty well, so they're pretty damned loyal. In exchange, they tend to the place and have to deal with us swanky rich assholes and our whims." He took a sip of his drink. "Treat 'em well, and they'll treat you well. But if you wanna just grab one and haul them off to your room for a bit of fun, that's fine, too. Some of 'em even like that kinda thing."

RB blinked a few times. "Wait, are you saying I can just grab anyone and rape 'em if I wanted? That's allowed?"

The man shrugged. "Maybe don't do it in the middle of the pool or something, but yeah, pretty much. Even with that option, this is still a much better life than they had before. Trust me." He set his glass down. "Just don't try it with another guest, or you'll find yourself sailing home in a small box." He glanced up at a clock on the wall. "Well, I've talked your ear off enough. You haven't even ordered anything yet, and I need to go or I'll be late for a poker game." He downed the last of his drink, then slid from his seat. "Tell 'em whatever order is on the Carmichael tab today."

The wolf nodded. "Cheers mate." He leaned back a little again as the man took his leave. Glancing at the cute fox again, he smiled. "Yeah, think I will like it here..." He realized that his father must have known about all this and was counting on how much tail he would be getting to keep him from wanting to leave. He would have to hand it to the old man... it was a pretty good plan.

* * *

RB walked down the pathway near the pool, not really going anywhere in particular. A few new guests had arrived in the last few days he had been here. One was some red squirrel named Sonia. She was a bit older than him, but still had quite the rocking bod. Toned but with all the right feminine curves. Though, there was something off about her. She looked uncomfortable being in a place for rich people. He wondered if she was some friend of the owner or something, and not one of the normal elites. Unfortunately, he would probably never find out more about her. His initial attempt to flirt had been met with a promise in no uncertain terms that if he tried again she would castrate him.

Another was a pretty white tiger with a nice rack. She was definitely a regular by the way the staff talked to her. He learned her name was Iaisa, but he did not even bother trying to meet her himself. She had immediately started talking and hanging out with Sonia. By the way they were talking, he got the idea they were both gay, or at least the squirrel was. At least it explained her hostility to him. Apparently, Sonia had won some competition, but he didn't bother listening in to find out more. At least the two women did not seem to care that he stared at them in their bikinis while they sat around the pool.

He had spent the last few days enjoying the various services the resort had to offer. The food was top class, even if he just asked for something simple like a burger. The booze was all top shelf, too. He had sampled a few choice options of whiskey, scotch, vodka, and something he couldn't pronounce from somewhere in the middle east. He tried out the massages, too. The pretty lynx that had worked on him had pretty good hands. Pretty good mouth, too, as she happily gave him a really nice blowjob afterwards. He found the resort even had a whole recording studio, so he had spent a lot of his time jamming out on the guitar and trying to come up with some new songs for when he got back with the band... though they would need a new drummer. Then again, he might just start a whole new band. Feuerbrand obviously wasn't working out.

After a day of jamming out and enjoying some fantastic blow, he was looking for something to take the edge off. He made his way to the bar at the far end of the pool area. It was all tiki themed and tacky as hell, but he kind of liked the gaudy nature of it. As soon as he got to the bar, the coyote behind the counter smiled at him. "Ah. RB. What'll it be this evening?"

He shrugged as he slid into a seat. "I dunno, G. Surprise me. Something with a kick." The coyote nodded and started to throw a bunch of things into a mixing cup. While the bartender did his work, RB turned to look at the other people around. Since it was night, most of the other guests were either eating dinner or off doing their own thing. Sonia and Iaisa were lounging by the poolside, engrossed in some conversation. His attention was grabbed by a fluffy white tail. He turned to see the owner was a short mink in a staff uniform, currently sweeping the floor with a broom and butler.

He turned to the bartender. "Hey, G. That mink over there. She another one of the owner's kids?"

The coyote looked up. "Hmm? Oh, no. That is Daniela. She is one of our staff." He continued to pour the cocktail he was mixing, adding in a little leafy garnish of some sort. "She is a little shy, but I could call her over if you wish." He set the tall glass on the counter atop a small napkin. The thing was bright orange, with a pretty hefty amount of ice in it. "Oh, and here is your drink."

RB shook his head. "Nah. I'll go chat her up myself, but ta." He took the drink and held it up. "Cheers, mate." He took a sip, only to nearly cough as he was assaulted by the sheer potency of the thing. "Holy shit! What is this thing, pure ethyl and citrus?"

The bartender could not help but laugh. "Not quite, but close. It is several kinds of rum, some falernum, a touch of absinthe, some bitters, grenadine, and lime and grapefruit juice. It's called a Zombie Cocktail." He grinned wide. "You did ask for something with a kick."

"And you fuck'n delivered, mate!" He held up the glass again and took another sip. It was like being kicked in the teeth by a mule, but it went down surprisingly smooth. Slipping from his seat, he made his way over to the mink. She gave him a polite smile before returning to her sweeping. "So, G. tells me that your name is Daniela. Cute name for a cute girl."

"G?" She looked over at the bartender. "Oh, Gawonii."

"Yeah, that was it. Said it was Navajo. Can't quite get my tongue around it, so I just call 'im G."

She smiled. "I see. O-oh, uh... yes. That is correct. My name is Daniela."

RB grinned at her. "A cute name for a cute girl."

Her white fur did nothing to hide the blush that came to her cheeks. "Th-thank you, Sir."

He tilted his head. "Huh. Your accent... South American? Brazilian?"

She shook her head. "Columbia." After a moment. "W-what about you?" She winced slightly at how awkward the question sounded. "S-sorry."

He smiled. "It's fine, luv. Ireland. Though I spent most of my kid days off in a boarding school in Manchester, so that's mixed in, too." He motioned to a nearby table. "C'mon, let's have a seat."

Daniela chewed on her bottom lip a little. "I-I don't know if I should, Sir..."

He chuckled. "Ah, c'mon. I was told that I could chat up any of the staff I liked, so you won't be getting into any trouble. B'sides! I think you're plenty cute. So c'mon. Have a sit and gab."

After a moment, she nodded again. "O-okay." She leaned the broom and butler against a nearby trash can, then followed as he moved to a nearby table. She slid awkwardly into the seat across from him, though stared more at her own hands than looked at him.

He took another sip of his drink as he watched her. "You seem scared. Relax."

She gave a nervous smile, but did not relax at all. "S-sorry. I-I just don't want to... do or say something that might upset you. I-I've only just arrived a little while ago... I wouldn't want to-" She just left her thought hanging there.

"Wouldn't want to do something that would get you thrown out?" She squeaked slightly. "Ah. Nailed it in one. Well, don't worry yourself much about it. I'm pretty sure you'd have to do something like set the place on fire for that." He leaned in a little. "You're not a pyro, are you?" She couldn't help but giggle, shaking her head no. "Then you'll be fine." He sipped more from the drink. "So. How'd you end up coming here, anyway?"

She tensed up again. "Ah... u-um...." She just started to sputter a bit, looking away.

He saw the look of shame on her face, so he took a guess. "Well, I heard tell that the great Mr. Rannak rescues people from rather bad situations. So, I'll guess and you can tell me if I'm right." He tapped his chin. "Let's see. You look pretty young... 22?"

She shook her head. "19."

"Ah. Okay. Well then. 19, pretty girl from Columbia, rescued from a bad situation..." After a moment, he threw out the silliest option he could think of. "You're the descendant of Russian royalty whose family has been in hiding from the Soviets for the last 90 years."

She blinked, looking up at him with confusion. When she saw the big, silly grin on his face, she could not help but start to giggle, then actually laugh a little when he joined in. "No. I'm not. Though this place does feel very royal sometimes compared to my home." She did seem to relax a little bit as she explained. "I'm from a little village named Tumadalesa. Or... I was, but some... uh... bad men came and took over when I was a child."

"Cartel?"

She shook her head. "No... maybe. They were just local banditos, but they had connections. I... didn't like to know more."

He nodded. "So, how did you end up going from a little village to a tropical island?"

She shook her head. "It is all a bit of a blur. There was fighting one night. Gunfire and explosions. No one knew what was happening. But by morning, the compound the banditos used was burnt to the ground and they were all dead. But they had been in control for so long, no one knew what to do, so we just... left. The whole village moved. We headed to the city, but we had no money. I was forced to live on the street and..." The look of shame crossed her face again. "...It was there that Mr. Rannak... um, that is Cassian, Mr. Rannak's only son... he found me and offered me a way out. Come here. I had no family, so... I accepted. And now I am here."

RB nodded slowly. "Whoa. That's one hell of a story." He went to sip at his drink, only to find that it was empty. He turned to the bartender and held up the glass. "Hey, G! Can I get another? Also... uh..." He looked at the mink. "What would you like?"

She shook her head. "Oh, no, Sir. I-I shouldn't!"

He scoffed. "Nonsense! I'm buying. And stop with the 'sir' thing. Just call me RB." He reached out and pat her hands. "Now c'mon. Loosen up and enjoy yourself a bit. What would you like?"

Daniela bit her lip for a moment. "I... wouldn't mind a sangria..."

He nodded and turned back to the coyote, shouting out to him. "Yeah, another of those zombie things for me, and a sangria for the cute girl here!"

Gawonii nodded. "Right away, RB!" He still shook his head a little to himself once he started mixing another of the very alcoholic drinks, muttering to himself. "Hope this mad wolf doesn't end up drinking himself to death with these things..."

RB spent the next hour gabbing with the girl. He told her all about his band, about all the different places he had visited on tour, and some of the wild parties he had been a part of. By the time he was into his third drink, he had shifted to telling her all about why he was stuck on the island, glossing over the death of Vale, and how much of a disappointment he was to his father. The mink politely nodded, still sipping at her first drink while the wolf was finishing his third. She seemed more relaxed now that she had told her tale to him, but was a little worried as he set the empty glass with the other two. "Um... maybe you should stop..."

He gave her a bleary-eyed look. "Stop? Nah! I'm fine!" He drunkenly slid out of his seat, standing on unsteady legs. "See!? I'm f-f... fu~uck'n hell..." He grabbed the table to balance himself as it hit him just how drunk he was. "Yeah, okay. Maybe I'm done." He pushed off of the table and started to turn. "Uh... which way were the rooms again?" He looked one way, then spun his whole body around to look the other, neither of which was the right direction.

Gawonii stepped over to collect the empty mugs, leaning over to Daniela. Speaking to her in Spanish, he suggested, "I think you should help him to his room."

She looked up at the coyote. "M-me?" He nodded. "Okay..." She finished the last half-mouthful of her drink, then moved over to the staggering wolf, gently putting a hand on his back, switching back to English as she said, "Hey, how about I help you get back to your room? Uh... which one were you staying in?"

He smiled, throwing an arm around her shoulders and leaning heavily against her. "The STAR room! Poles... erm... polar... express... 'r somthin'."

She helped to start steering him in the direction of the suites. "Polaris?"

"Yeah! That was it!" He continued to lean heavily upon the mink as she led him down the pathways. She was able to manage it, if only just. He was considerably taller than her, by almost a foot, and even with his thin frame, she was not particularly strong. Though she was more worried that he would end up throwing up on the way there. Instead, he was just talking the whole time, more AT her than to her, and quite loudly. "Y'know, you look kinda like that queen bitch in charge of this place... but maybe cuter. Like, your smile is a lot more... real. An' you're not a cunt."

Daniela just nodded, giving apologetic looks to the other staff and guests as they passed them. "Do you mean Ms. Veronica? She's always been nice to me." More than nice, in fact. The woman had personally greeted her when she first arrived, had assigned someone specifically to help her with her English during her training, and was always very friendly and even encouraging during staff meetings. She decided not to bring any of that up to the wolf as he continued to rant about nothing.

When they arrived at the door to RB's room, he fished the key out of his pocket, only to drop it before even attempting to put it into the hole. "Ah... fuck."

"I'll get it for you." She let him lean against the wall before bending over to pick up the key. She slid it into the hole and heard the lock clack open. She pushed the door open for him and helped lead him further in. "Here. Let me help you get to the bed."

"Thanks." He leaned on her as she steered him through the sitting area to the bedroom. "Y'know, you're alright." He half-fell to the edge of the bed, managing to sit on the edge and not fall off. "Hey... stay here for a while, huh?"

She squeaked. "S-stay?"

He nodded. "Yeah! Stay here with me tonight! Bet you've never actually slept in one of these swanky rooms, 'ave you?" He smiled at her. "B'sides, G knows you came here with me. That tablet thingy said I can make that kinda request."

The mink blushed, but nodded slowly. "Y-yes... that is something you can do..."

He grinned at her wider. "So then tha's what I'm doin'! I'm requesting you to stay here tonight!"

She let out a soft, somewhat shaky breath. "Okay... b-but maybe you should get some water or coffee first?"

RB shook his head. "Ech, I don't drink coffee. Tea would be good though." He pointed in the vague direction of the kitchen. "I asked for some real nice white tea. Should be in a little tin... thing... in the cab'net above the kettle." She nodded and moved to the kitchen area. It did not take long for her to find the tin he had mentioned. As she was filling the kettle, he called out. "Go ahead and make enough for you, too!"

She smiled, making sure to get enough of water for two mugs. "Okay." She figured if she was going to have to stay, she might as well try and enjoy what she could. She fully expected the wolf to pass out at some point, so she might see about using the hot tub. She had wanted to try one since she first got to the island. After pouring the water and mixing in the tea leaves, she picked up both mugs and made her way back to the bedroom with them. She had not heard him talk in a bit, so she figured the man had already fallen asleep. "Okay, the tea is done." As soon as she got to the room, she let out a startled yelp, nearly dropping the mugs.

RB had stripped himself of his clothes, laying on the bed fully nude. "Ta, luv!" He was completely unashamed of his nudity as he leaned over to take the mug from her. He pat the empty side of the bed beside him. "C'mon, have a seat." She very quickly moved around to the side he motioned to, sitting down on the edge and making a point to not look at him. "Wha's the matter? Never seen a bloke naked before?"

She shook her head quickly, her face bright red from her blush. "N-no... I mean... yes. I-I have... I-I just wasn't... expecting it."

He smirked, setting his mug down and sitting up. "Eh? I prefer it. Very freeing, just letting it all hang out." He leaned a little closer to her, watching her tail twitch about. "You should try it."

"T-try... what?" Her voice was shaky. "G-getting naked?"

He chuckled. "The tea." She let out a soft sigh, relaxing a little. She took a sip, then stared down at it. It was really good! Very light, with a slightly floral touch to the earthy undertones. Before she could comment, he added. "You could try getting naked, too."

She tensed up again. "O-oh, I-I don't-"

"Consider it another request." He reached over, urging her to set the drink down on the table beside the bed. His hands slid around her middle, his chest pressed up close against her back. "I want to see what pretty little body you're hiding under all this."

A shiver ran through her again as his hands started to work at the buttons of her red vest. Despite his drunken state, he was very good at pulling them open. "I-I..." She gasped when he pulled the vest fully open, slipping it off of her and tossing it to the floor. His hands were back around her, working at the shirt's buttons next. "It's not... appropriate... f-for me t-to-"

"Shhh." He whispered into her ear. "It's appropriate if I say it is." He continued working down her shirt, until all the buttons were open. With a tug, he pulled it open, yanking the bottom hem out from its place tucked into her trousers. She gasped, a shiver running through her again as her rather plain bra and flat belly were exposed. "Relax, little senorita. I know all about how you minks are." He ran his hands along her belly, feeling the soft fur. "There's no reason to be embarrassed by being horny."

She shook her head. "I-I'm n-no-AH!" She cried out in surprise as he suddenly yanked her bra up, her tits bouncing free of their confinement. His hands gripped each, his large hands wrapping completely around them and giving them a firm squeeze. She wanted to protest, but knew that doing so would get her in more trouble than just letting him keep going. It did not help that it had been a long time since she had been touched like this, and her body wanted it, regardless of what she wanted.

When he suddenly pulled her back, she let out a surprised yelp. The next thing she knew, she was on her back, staring up at him with wide eyes. He gave her a hungry grin. "Let's get these off of you, huh?" He reached down to start opening her pants. She squeaked, tensing up again, but fought the urge to stop him. A moment later, he was yanking the trousers down her legs, exposing more of her snow-white fur, this time along with her thin thighs, calves, and her panties. He ran his hands along her trembling thighs as he looked at her underwear. "Pink? Very cute."

"Th-thank you...?" She was not sure why she said that. She squeaked again as his hands moved up to finish removing her shirt and bra, leaving just the panties as the only thing covering any of her. She was not quite sure what to do with her hands, so left them folded on her belly, looking not at him but at the doorway to the bathroom. When he hooked his thumbs into the waist of her panties, her face was almost as red as the uniform now laying on the floor.

RB pulled the last bit of clothing down the woman's legs, taking a deep breath as he exposed the slit hiding under them. "Ah... very lovely lips you have there." He finished pulling the panties off and tossed them to the side. He then pat her inner thigh. "C'mon, open these legs. Lemme have a good look at you." She whimpered slightly, still not looking at him, but did ask he asked and slowly shifted her left leg out to the side. She gasped as a hand was suddenly against her, two fingers pushed up inside of her. "Ooo, you're pretty wet already. Bet it's been a bit since anyone's filled this tight little hole, hasn't it? Or do you have someone on the side around here?"

She shook her head slowly. "N-no... I-I don't..."

"Well good." He moved forward, slapping his now rock-hard cock against her belly. "Because I'd ruin this hole for them if you did." She gasped as she felt the size of the thing throbbing against her. She looked down, her eyes going wide when she saw it. His cock stood at over nine inches long, tapering from a thick base down to the pointed tip. While not ridiculously huge, she was still not sure it was something she could take. "Plus, no cock will ever feel as good again, I promise!"

She shook her head as he pulled back to line himself up. "N-no, w-wait! I-I couldn't take all of th-AHH!" She cried out as he suddenly shoved half of his rod between her lips. As wet and horny as her body was, it was just too big and stretched her to her limit already. She gripped at the sheets under her, clenching her teeth and whimpering.

The wolf took all of that as her being into it. "See?" He leaned down, gripping at her hips to pull her back against him. "You'll take it!" He started to pump his hips, forcing more of himself inside with every thrust. "Fuck, you are a tight little slut!" He felt her inner walls clenching and quivering around him as he thrust ever deeper into her. "Clamping down already?" He chuckled, leaning down to lick at one of her nipples. "I've barely started."

RB did not start out very gentle, pumping his hips hard and thrusting deeper and deeper. In his drunk state, every whimper, groan, and gasp from her made him go a little harder, thinking it all was just her embarrassed way of enjoying this. Not helping her situation was how much her body really was enjoying being filled like this, ignoring her silent protests as her pussy got wetter and wetter around him, allowing him to push more of his cock into her. Soon, his hips were smacking against hers, the tip jammed up deep inside, mashing against the back of her insides every time. It felt like being punched in the stomach from the inside every time he slammed forward, and yet her body craved more.

Through clenched teeth, she fought against herself instead of him. The wolf grunted and huffed constantly as he fucked into her, her now drooling pussy quivering around him. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears running from them as she felt herself getting closer. She tried to fight it as much as she could, but it was a losing battle. With a gasp and a choked cry, she gripped hard at the sheets as she came. Her pussy clamped hard around him, her body trembling and quivering as it betrayed her.

The wolf laughed as she came, though not to mock her. "Cumming already?" He leaned down to kiss her neck. "You really are a horny little slut." He licked her neck again, giving a nip at her, making her gasp. "Let's see how many times I can get you off!" She shook her head, only to gasp again when he nipped harder at her neck and shoulder, feeling his teeth prickling at her skin. "You smell so good..." He huffed, lapping at her, only to give another little bite. "Taste good, too. And fuck! This pussy is so tight!"

She couldn't take it anymore and started to sob as he kept pounding into her. "Please... stop..." she begged, though it came out as a whimpered plee, her voice cracking. "N-no more..."

He nipped at her shoulder again. "You want a break already?" He only half heard what she was saying, still thinking she was into all of this. "No way! I'm not stopping until I empty my balls into this tight cunt of yours!" She let out another sob. "Yeah! You want it, huh? I can feel how tight you got when I said that." He gripped her hips tighter as his pace picked up even more. "You want me blasting my wolf seed into your slutty womb." She shook her head again. "Don't deny it! You love this!"

It was not long before she felt his knot starting to swell. It stretched her even more painfully than before as he had to force that much harder to get it inside of her. He growled down at her, lost in his own pleasure now. "Fuck... ah fuck that's tight!" Soon, his knot was swelled to the max, and he struggled to get it into her. "C'mon! Take it!" She let out a pained cry as he tried to force himself into her. His grip on her hips was so tight his claws were digging into her. She writhed under him from the pain, gripping hard at the sheets as tears streamed from her eyes.

On instinct, he leaned down to bite her shoulder and pin her down as he forced himself forward. She cried out as his teeth cut into her, blood oozing from the small wounds. He still forced forward, her pussy lips spreading more and more for him. Finally, something tore, and his knot jammed up into her, along with the rest of his throbbing, twitching rod. He opened his mouth to let out a howl of pleasure while she screamed in pain. Her scream was cut off as he bit again, this time latching onto her throat. Her eyes went wide as his teeth sank in deep, tearing into her neck. Blood bubbled up into her mouth, her scream turning to a wet gurgle.

He felt her thrashing under him, thinking it was another orgasm. His own struck a moment later, his cock suddenly blasting his seed deep into her clamping, quivering cunt. He moved his grip up to grab her tits, giving them a firm squeeze, digging claws into her flesh. His mouth clamped harder, biting through her soft throat with ease. His hips pumped every time his cock jerked, blasting another shot of his seed deep into her. As her pussy trembled and clenched around him, his mouth clenched harder to match, until he bit through entirely. He swallowed the bit of raw meat in his mouth, not realizing what it was, and let out a loud howl.

By the time his cock stopped spitting inside of her, the mink had grown still. He sat up, looking down at her with bleary eyes, not registering the blood still drooling out of her. "Fuck... that was good!" He put a hand on her belly and started to pull back. With a hard tug, he ripped his knot free of her ruined pussy, a torrent of cum flowing out after him. When he pushed on her belly to finish pulling out, he pushed right on her bladder, making her start to piss herself, too.

He laughed. "Ah... fuck. Kinky little slut!" He moved to flop his messy cock between her tits. "Here. I gotta piss, too." A moment later, he started to pee onto her slack face. "Ah... drink up, you kinky girl." He shifted to piss on her tits and belly, too. "Ah... fuck yeah..." Once the stream had slowed to a trickle, he let out a breath. "Ah... fuck..." He rolled over, flopping onto the bed beside the woman. "Damn... that was good..." He pat her damp tit. "Don't worry about the bed... they'll change it in the morning..." He grunted at how damp the bed was under him. "Maybe a shower first..." He rolled over, slipping out of the bed, only to flop face-first onto the floor, finally passing out.

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RB groaned as consciousness rudely took hold of him. His head throbbed like a thousand tiny people were trying to batter their way out of his skull, and his mouth was drier than a mummy's tit. He was also very wet. Forcing himself to open his eyes, he found the wetness was from where he found himself. He was sitting in the shower, his back propped up against the glass, water raining down on him. He grunted as he closed his eyes again. At least he wasn't covered in piss this time. He had no idea how long he had been under the water, but it had long since grown cold.

With a heavy sigh, he slowly hefted himself back to his feet, clinging to the bar attached to the wall to keep from falling back over. He was glad he did, as the world kept moving for a few seconds once he was upright. Once he felt he could move, he looked up and opened his mouth, letting the water spray into it, spitting it back out to try and wash himself of the bad taste lingering on his tongue. Some tea would help with that. So would a shot of whiskey. Maybe a mix of both. That sounded like a good idea.

He turned the water off, stepping out and looked around with bleary eyes until he spotted the towels folded neatly on the counter. He grabbed one of them and started to dry himself off, taking his time doing it. Though he was not exactly thorough, just enough so that he wouldn't be dripping all over the place. After finishing with his hair, he tossed the thing onto the floor and leaned against the counter. He stared into the mirror, right at the guy on the other side. "You look bollocks to shit, fucker." He blinked a few times, trying to remember anything from the previous night. "You didn't let that bloke behind the counter bugger you, did you? He seemed a little fruity..." Though probably not. Whenever that happened, his ass usually hurt in the morning. Not that he would complain if he had.

With a sigh, he pushed himself up, brushed his damp hair to the side, and stepped out into the bedroom. He froze the moment he saw the scene before him. "Oh... fuck..." A naked girl lay on his bed, dried cum splattered on her swollen pussy lips, almost certainly his. More pressing was the state she was in. Her neck was torn open, her blood splattered all over the bed and her body. He also saw more than a few claw marks along her side and her tits. "Not again..." First that hooker, then the roadie, then Vale, and now this. He stumbled a step back as if he had been punched, his back pressed against the wall. "Ah fuck, you've done it now, Ray..."

He took several deep breaths, though the heavy scent of blood and sex filling the room did nothing to help clear his head. "Okay, calm down. Think. How can I dispose of her... and the sheets... and the bed. Oh, I am so fucking fucked!" Now he REALLY needed that whiskey. He quickly made his way into the kitchen area, pulling open cabinets to look for some kind of large garbage bag and cleaning supplies. Naturally, there wasn't any. The staff handled all of that.

As if on cue, he heard the door lock suddenly open. He just stared as it opened, a member of staff stepping in. The panther halted as he saw the wolf just standing in the kitchen, totally naked. After a moment, he smiled. "Oh, I am sorry, Sir! I didn't think you were in. You did not answer when we called the room."

"Uh... I-I was... asleep..."

The panther smiled at him. "Well, I hope I did not wake you." The man had a thick Ugandan accent, but was easy enough to understand. "Oh, where are my manners? My name is Kofi. I am here to clean the room."

RB cleared his throat and tried to act cool, hoping the cat had not already smelled the blood. "Now... isn't the best time...?"

The panther smiled at him. "Oh, I understand, sir. But allow me to at least take your trash for you." He pulled a small cart full of linens in with him. "And I see you have just taken a shower. I can take the old towels for you. Maybe wash any clothes for you, too?"

He laughed nervously. "N-no, that really isn't necessary! I can handle cleaning up!"

Kofi still took a small handful of towels off of the cart. "It is alright, sir. There is no need to trouble yourself with such things." Before RB could stop him, the cat had moved right past him and to the bedroom.

"No no wait! Stop!" He nearly ran into the back of Kofi when the cat stopped suddenly, staring directly at the dead body on the bed. "I-I... I can... explain!" His heart was beating a thousand times a second now.

The cat took a breath and let it out. "Oh, dear. This is quite the mess." He glanced back at RB. "You should have said. This will take more than just me to clean." The wolf just stared at him as he continued on his way to change the towels. He was at a complete loss for words about the non-reaction a dead girl in his room got. When Kofi came back out, he had the still-damp towel in his hand. "Give me just a moment to call some extra staff to come take care of her for you. Or were you not done with her yet?"

RB still felt numb. "I'm sorry... what?"

The cat stared at him for a long moment, then burst into a big grin, laughing softly. "Oh! I see. This is your first time to Sanctus?" The wolf nodded. "Ah. Yes, see, this sort of thing happens all the time."

"It... does?"

"Oh yes! Many of our guests relieve their stress using the staff in this way." After depositing the towel into a basket on the cart, he pulled out a small tablet of his own and started tapping at it. "Every member of the staff is well aware that we may die at any time if a guest wishes it. You could literally snap my neck right now if you wanted. Though I would ask you at least wait for the others to get here first, so they can help clean this up for you." He laughed again. "I imagine sleeping in a bed in that state must be quite uncomfortable after a while."

"So... I'm... not in trouble?" He still felt very confused, his heart not having slowed yet.

Kofi gave him another big grin. "Of course not, sir! Though if I may suggest, sir, you should inform the front desk that you do this sort of thing. That way they know to send the right cleaning people next time." His tablet pinged. "Ah, speaking of. They should be here within a few minutes. You may of course continue to enjoy your day, but do give them some time to replace the bed. They will be bringing one made to be more easily cleaned." Turning back to him, he gave a polite nod. "Is there anything else you need, sir?"

"Uh... n-no. Thank you, Kofi..." He just watched as the cat nodded once more, then took the cart and headed out, humming to himself as if he hadn't just walked in on a murder scene. RB was left standing in the kitchen, not really sure what to make of all this. "Fuck... this place is..." He moved over to a seat and just dropped into it. "Whoo boy..." His mind seemed to be finally slowing enough that he could start to sort out at least a few of his thoughts. One thought swam up to the surface. He wondered if his father knew about that part of this place, too. Once more, he came to the conclusion that he must. "Fuck, pops... you could have warned me."

After some time of just sitting, he smiled. "Well. He wanted me staying here..." He glanced in the direction of the bedroom. "He's going to have a hell of a time getting me away from this place now..."

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