Welcome To The Family - The Meeting
Welcome To The Family: The Meeting
By: Shadow Nightclaw
All characters, except Vincent 'Little Vinnie', are copyright to me.
Vincent 'Little Vinnie' is copyright his player.
[This story contains vore, violence, death, and hint of M/M yiff. If you don't like any of this, then don't read!]
It was a night like any other night, the soft twinkling of stars flashing high over head. The white, steady glow of the crescent moon hanging in the dark blue sea of the sky. While the streets were lit with the glow of street lights illuminating the concrete roads, the lights of the cars passing by. The soft flickering lights of the midnight stars blocked out by the dark shadows of the buildings of the city. While the soft chirping of the crickets filled the night, mingled with the sounds of late night traffic and pedestrians.
On this particular night, a black car was slowly weaving its way through the traffic at speeds one might notice, but not pay too much attention to. Its driver hidden away behind dark tinted windows, the flare of the cars headlights illuminating the dark blanket of night covering the road. While in the backseat were three men, the ones close to the doors carrying MP5's beneath their coats, with the man in the middle glancing out the windows nervously. As if expecting to find another vehicle following them towards their destination. The guards on either side of him looking about through the windows as well, their alert eyes looking for signs of trouble.
"Are you sure I'll be safe there?....I mean.....you know how relentless the Salione family is....especially in this matter..." the panda exclaimed, stuttering a bit from his sheer nervousness. His wide blue eyes looking to the tiger guards on either side of him. One of his paws clutching at a pistol that he kept at his side, blue eyes looking out the window once more as he kept shaking.
"Yes Erator, we're certain, theres absolutely no way they'd know that we'd keep you here. Much less, be able to get in to get you." Jerass, the buff tiger guard to the panda's right said in a gruff voice, pausing in his vigil to glance over at the panda with a confident smirk. "Besides, you know the Salione family is no match for us Yakuza. You proved that when you killed one of their Made Men with so little trouble!" Jerass exclaimed in quite the confident, excited voice.
"Hey! Fish breath, be watching your side and quit yapping!" the labrador driver barked over his shoulder at Jerass. The buff tiger ducking his head slightly with a soft whimper, giving the labrador a quick nod before redirecting his gaze out of the black tinted windows on the right side of the car.
After some time on the highway, the black car made its way from the highway, driving a little deeper into the central part of the city. Turning this way and that before it finally came forth before a steel gate with a guard house to the side of the road. A guard making his way from the guard house towards the car in a slow, cautious manner. Pausing at the drivers side to verify their identification cards and their purpose to be at this particular building at this time of night.
As the guard and the men in the car were busy conversing, a few blocks away, a lone black wolf in a black suit with a black tie was perched upon a roof. Watching the proceedings through a pair of binoculars, before kneeling down slowly. Placing the binoculars on the gravel of the roof beneath him, picking up a military grade sniper rifle with rounds capable of piercing a few inches of steel. Placing its stand upon the ledge, pressing his eyes up against the infrared scope atop of the rifle. One paw slowly twisting a few knobs as he peered down the scope, settling the targeting cross upon the man in the center between the two guards in the car.
Once the racoon guard was satisfied that the men in the car weren't there to cause any trouble, the racoon turned to head back towards the guard house to open up the gate. When he heard the booming echo of a high powered rifle going off, followed virtually a split second later by the sharp sound of bullet proof glass shattering. The racoon spinning around to see the man in the center in the backseat of the car slumped forwards, with the two guards at the doors getting out quickly. Pulling out their MP5's, eyes scanning the roof tops quickly, looking for whatever sniper had slain the man they were assigned to protect.
While the driver, a labrador climbed out of the front seat shaking his head slowly as he pulled out a cell phone. Dialing a number to notify the boss of the Yakuza that his son, whom had slain a Made Man, had just been slain himself.
On the rooftop a few blocks away, the black wolf was already taking apart his Remington M700 Takedown and stowing the parts away in a large silver case. Snapping it shut once it was fully stored away, before crouching and making his way from the rooftop carrying the case. Climbing down the staircase of the office building to come out in its underground parking lot. The wolf making his way over to his black colored car to slip his case into the trunk. Quickly making his way into the front seat to make his way from the parking lot, slipping away into the dark folds of the night.
A Few Months Later
October 27th
Whistal sighed softly as he slowly leaned forwards while keeping his eyes on the other men at the table. Mainly keeping his attention upon the Don whom seemed to be very pleased with how things were going. The Yakuza very pissed with the assassination of their son, yet not being able to do anything about it since the Salione Family Mafia currently held more power in the city then the Yakuza did.
Whistal offering a soft bit of his mind from time to time whenever he was prompted, staying quiet for the most part as the meeting took its course.
"And in the dockyards theres been talk of a strike among the dock workers, which was being urged by a very disgruntled man whom turned out to have been fired for drinking on the job. He has been whacked before the other workers as a warning of what happens when they try to make a strike against our organization." a lean, well dressed coyote was saying to Don Oranis Salione. The coyotes sly, respectful gaze resting upon his boss as he reported the events of the past month. Detailing problems they've had and how the problems have been dealt with. "But...as far as the issue of the elections coming up, I am very concerned about one candidate. Mayoral Candidate Mealen, due to his stance against organized crime. Me and a few associates feel....that he may cause problems for our operations if he were elected." Mykell said softly, stating the words in a firm fact that in no way left any doubt of his concern upon the matter.
Don Oranis, looking to be about fifty years old, nodded slowly to Mykell, keeping his aged brown eyes upon the coyote as the wolf leaned forwards to rest his muzzle upon his paws as he pondered the situation. The other members of the table remaining quiet as they awaited his answer to Mykell's unspoken question. Finally, after several minutes, the aged wolf leaned back in his chair. "Well.....lets wait for now....see how the elections go....and if we need to. We can send our Consigliere to have a few words with this man, and if he doesn't see things our way.....then we'll just call him in...." the Don stated in firm words.
While around the table heads nodded in agreement with the wisdom of the elderly wolfs words, while Whistal couldn't help but smile softly in amusement at the way the others all nodded like puppets.
"Was there something you wanted to add?...Whistal?" the grey wolf heard suddenly, causing him to jump slightly, looking up at his Don in surprise.
Before he smiled with a respectful nod to Don Oranis, "Yes my Don, I think that if we wait...then things will already be too late. I think we should already send our Consigliere to speak with him, and make it clear to him that if he does win, and doesn't leave our operations alone. Then he will deal with the consequences, since I believe, that if we let this matter lie for a few months, or even a single month. Then things will already be getting to be very dire for us should he win. For Mealen will more then likely get to be very arrogant, confident that he'd be safe from us with so much public attention. And he'll more then likely be expecting us to send someone to speak to him if he knows that he's winning. Since if I were in his place, I'd have a recording device ready to record any conversation that could relate to the Mafia and use that to boost public approval if he were to deny us." Whistal said firmly, before re-seating himself once more.
The men around the table all blinked a few times in surprise at his words, before several nodded their agreement with the grey wolf's logic. While Don Oranis just smiled softly to himself, even nodding a bit. "Very well....Marcus.....please go speak with Mealen tomorrow." the elderly wolf said softly to a meerkat a few seats away from him on his left.
Marcus redirecting his attention to the Don before nodding sharply, respectingly to the Don. "Yes Don." he said softly, his voice being that of a sultry, soothing tone. One easily capable of wooing those unable to resist its tender charm. The meerkat dressed in a casual suit with a brown tie, looking to be about thirty years of age. Though he was in fact more of forty years of age, having been in the 'business' for most of his life.
Don Oranis merely smiling softly at Marcus' willingness to undergo the job with what one would almost have to say to be eagerness. As if the Consigliere was eager to battle the mayoral candidate through words. "Thank you Marcus. Now, unless theres anything else, I think this meeting is adjourned." the Don said softly, slowly pushing his chair back before rising to his feet. Groaning softly from the arthritis affecting his knees, the two men at the chairs on either side of the table on his end quickly rising to their feet to help their Don.
"Thank you my sons." the Don said softly, groaning softly from the aching of his old, aging joints. The graying fur showing through his soft, radiant brown fur, paws softly wrapped around the shoulders of the men on either side of him. Once upon his feet, he let go of the men on either side of him and grasped his cane. Steadying himself with it, before giving a nod to the men beside him that he was fine now. The two men nodding to their boss as they slowly let go of him, ready to come to his aid once more if he should stumble at all.
But Don Oranis stood tall and proudly, aging eyes looking at the other men about the table. The old wolfs eyes scrunching a bit, aging vision looking for someone. "Has anyone seen Vincent?" he said softly, causing the men about the table to sit up a bit more. Glancing around as if wondering if anyone else was going to speak, if anyone knew where he was at. After some moments, Whistal leaned forwards a bit, "Last I heard from him, he was going to restaurant La Vo're to eat." he said softly, grinning slowly. To which a few men just chuckled softly in response, while a couple others shook their heads some.
"We have our weekly meeting on business, and he's off stuffing his mouth with food?! Disgraceful." Mykell said softly, giving a soft snort of anger with a light touch of disgust.
"Now now, he's your brother as much as he is the brother of everyone else here. I will have no disrespect to anyone of our family unless it warrants it. Of which this matter does not, considering he was not required to be here at this time." Don Oranis spoke sternly to Mykell, making the coyote's ears droop a bit, nodding his obedience to his boss while his eyes glanced down at the table. "Also, does anyone know when Shadow will be returning home from his vacation?" Don Oranis asked softly, once more looking around those seated about the grand, red oak table.
"He shall be returning in a few days, or so I last heard, Don Oranis." Marcus said softly, glancing around the table at the other men whom knew of the wolfs 'vacation' and what entailed during it.
"Good....now, let us go and join Vincent at La Vo're for some dinner." the old wolf said with a soft grin, rubbing a paw along his belly slowly in what one could only describe as a, ravenous, manner. Of which a number of other men about the table nodded their agreement to, a few even licking their lips slowly in anticipation of a good meal. The remaining seated men standing up about the table, turning to make their way through the door into the hallway. Making their way towards the cars parked outside.
Where a long drive way extended up to the house from the street, going through a steel gated entrance. The manor surrounded all around by trees, with a number of security cameras all along the top of the wall. Surveiling everything going on around within, and without the walls surrounding the manor. While within the walls, there were a number of lasor beams along the walls every 6 inches for 5 feet. Carefully masked among the darkness of the trees around the walls, a secondary security measure that is very hard to detect. While last there were a number of men patrolling around the inside of the manor, several of them holding the leashes to canines trained to detect intruders within the compound.
The group walked forth from the double door entrance of the manor, making their way to their cars. While several body guards walked around Don Oranis, leading him to his car and opening the door for their boss. Before a few of them climbed in, the rest moving to jet black cars in front and behind Don Oranis' car. The small motorcade soon making their way from the manor, heading out from the manor on the edge of the city. Making their way towards the bright lights of the city and restaurant La Vo're.
A Couple Hours Later
Don Oranis and the other members of his 'Family' arrived at restaurant La Vo're, parking their cars behind the restaurant. With Don Oranis' car nearest the back door, should the event arise that they would need to make a quick get away. The Don's bodyguards exiting their cars with some of them immediately entering the restaurant. While the rest stood around the cars and the 'Family', keen, alert eyes watching the streets and the parking lot around them for any threats. As Don Oranis and his 'Family' walked around to enter the restaurant from the front. The bodyguards always at least five feet in front of their boss. Always on guard, always watching so as to protect their boss.
Inside, the 'Family' immediately headed towards their specially reserved room at the back of the restaurant. Where, inside, they ran into a large foxtaur with black glasses upon his muzzle. His frame covered in a black suit with red tie, with the belly section of his taurhalf modified to cover his fat belly. While a pair of red shins, ankles and footpaws stuck forth from the foxtaurs muzzle. Vincent's paw reaching up to push on the footpaws, throat working repeatedly to work his large 'meal' down. Until soon enough, the foxtaurs muzzle closed, pink tongue licking around his lips to clean the last of his meals flavor from his lips. While the bulge of his dinner made its way down Vincent's throat, into his chest and belly on his upperhalf. Before making its way into the fat section of the foxtaurs taur half. Bulging the fat, hanging belly outwards a bit with the arrival of its newest meal.
"Well Vincent, how was dinner?" Don Oranis said softly, a soft chuckle following the old wolfs words as he gave a toothy grin. Causing the foxtaur to jump slightly, his gaze dropping to land upon Don Oranis quickly.
"Don, I wasn't expecting to see you here so soon after the meeting." he said softly, respectfully as he stood up, his fox filled belly giving a slight wiggle, swaying beneath Vincent's form.
"Its alright Vincent, me and the family figured we'd come down and get something to eat as well. Since your here already, and apparently enjoyed your dinner I'd say." he said with a wry grin. While the family walked in behind Don Oranis, making their way to stand by their seats at the table. Waiting for Don Oranis to reach his chair and take a seat, allowing the rest to seat themselves as well.
"Heh, well truth be told Don, he was only an appetizer." Vincent said softly, red furred cheeks darkening slightly as he blushed softly. To which the don could only laugh softly, insipiring some chuckles from the others around the table.
After a few minutes of the soft laughter, a lean, tall racoon made his way into the room. Making his way over towards the 'Family', with whom he was rather familiar with. Considering the popularity of the restaurant in the town, despite its relatively high prices. But for the large meals they offer, the prices were to be expected. And even though those who were eaten would eventually be digested of course, they would always reform due to the technology of the day and age. A technology that had been made sure would reach everywhere, thus, the use for a large number of satelites in space surrounding the planet. Always ensuring the special rays they were equipped with covered every inch of the planet surface. Reaching as deep down as to the core of the planet, ensuring that anyone devoured would reform. Something that had allowed society to accept vore after some time, helping to reduce the hunger within the world at large. While there were some who loved being eaten, thus dedicating themselves as 'menu items' at special restaurants like restaurant La Vo're. Who offered thus 'prey items' a special commission bonus for the number of times they were able to sell themselves to hungry patrons of its restaurant.
"So gentleman, what can I offer for you today?" Max the raccoon said softly with his usual warm smile. "The usuals? Or would you like to try someone else today?" he said softly, bushy ringed tail swaying behind himself as he looked at the men around the table.
"Well, I believe I'll have my usual I think." Don Oranis said with a soft grin as he looked up at Max, licking his chops a bit in anticipation of having his usual meal of tiger. A meal that was rather exotic, due to the fact that tigers were generally very predatorial. Leaving a very small number preferring to be prey items rather then preds.
"Ah, very excellent choice sir." Max said softly with his usual smile, jotting down the order in his notepad, moving on to each men in turn slowly. Jotting more down in his notepad with each order he took, until he reached Vincent. "and for you sir? How was your appetizer?" he said softly with a smile.
"My appetizer was very....pleasing.." Vincent said softly with a sly grin up at Max, inspiring the raccoon to give a soft chuckle as he nodded slowly.
"Well Jax always was one to please people as well as he could." he said with a grin of amusement, tail swaying a bit faster behind himself. "Now, what can we get you for dinner?" he asked with his usual warm smile.
"Well, for dinner, I think I'd like to try out something....a little exotic....and something foreign....how about....dragon." Vincent said softly, after some thought. Turning his attention back up to Max after some thought.
"Dragon?...well, then it'll be Razz for you then, bit of a squirmer too. So you'll have a good belly massage as well." the raccoon said softly, jotting in his notebook quickly once more, along with the mens preferred drinks for the night. "I shall go and place your orders quickly then gentlemen, then bring you your drinks, so if you'll excuse me for a few moments." Max said softly, giving the men a small bow before heading out of the room.
Marcus grinned over at Vincent, leaning forwards with his elbows resting on the table, tail flickering amusedly behind himself. "Dragon Vincent? I imagine thats possibly one of the small number of species you eat rarely." the meerkat said softly to the foxtaur with a relatively teasing grin upon his muzzle.
"Ohhh, careful there Marcus, or you'll end up on the menu..." Vincent said with just as teasing a grin back at the meerkat, even going as far as to lean forwards. Pink tongue licking around his black lips slowly, as if he were very much considering making the meerkat part of his large dinner.
"Oh as if that hasn't happened to me before Vincent." Marcus said with an even toothier grin, shaking his head a bit as he leaned back slowly. Only to glance over at the door as Max and another fellow server walked into the room with their wine. Setting down the wine glasses and filling them up, before leaving the bottles of wine upon the table for the mens' enjoyment.
Once the wine was all set out, the servers then left the room, leaving the men to teasing each other once again. Amongst talking about business, family, and the latest news of the city. The talk continuing on, along with filling of wine glasses. Until a number of servers walked in with wheeled carts, wheeling in the 'dinners' of the evening into the room. Stopping at the appropriate customer, where they eased the large, silver platters off of the carts and onto the table before the men. Lifting the lids to reveal the posed, sauce covered 'meals' for each of the men. Don Oranis, Marcus, Mykell, Whilstal, Vincent and the rest licking their lips in anticipation of the wonderous meals they were to have. The servers exiting the room once more, taking the wheeled carts with them, leaving the 'Made Men' to their meals.
After some time, the men were all relaxing, sipping from their wine glasses with one paw, while the other rested upon their heavily bloated, wiggling bellies. Murring softly from time to time with contentment, a couple giving an occasional belch before sighing softly as they relaxed from their particularly large meal. "ohhh....they always know how to prepare these meals so well." Don Oranis said softly with a grin, licking his lips softly once more. To which Vincent just nodded in agreement, swaying his bushy tail slowly as he grinned.
"Always Don.." he said softly, only to sit up a bit when a few servers suddenly walked into the room with a large wheeled cart between them. Upon it resting a large cake, reading, 'Happy Birthday Little Vinni' in big, cursive letters. Which Vincent was quick to notice, the fat, wiggling bellied fox blushing in surprise. "Wha.....who..." he said softly, quite surprised. While the rest of the family was looking at the cake in surprise as well.
Then Don Oranis sat up slowly, looking up at the servers, Max in particular. "Who....who sent the cake? Since we were going to surprise Vincent with one later tonight." he said softly, glancing over at Vincent who could only blush even more at those words.
"Well Don Oranis, Vincent, why not just see for yourself?" Max said with a soft, amused grin, as the top of the cake suddenly started lifting off. A black, frosting coated wolf standing up from within the cake. Greysilver eyes winking teasingly at Vincent, who just gawked, relatively speechless as he stared up at the 'cake dancer'.
While the wolf carefully stepped down from inside the cake, onto the edge of the wheeled tray. The servers holding it carefully in place as the wolf climbed out, black fur showing from the frosting artfully covering his form. "Well heya Vin, figured I'd get back early for your birthday." he said softly with a grin, making his way over to the surprised foxtaur.
"I...I don't know what to say....thanks Shadow." he said softly, surprise turning into a warm smile as he leaned forwards, licking the frosting covered wolfs muzzle. Leaving a strip of black fur showing, careful not to hug the wolf and get any frosting upon his suit. "So....you the dancer?...or the dessert?" Little Vinnie asked softly, his smile turning into a sly, hungry grin. To which Shadow could only but chuckle with a toothy smirk.
"Well, considering the look I'm getting right now, I think dessert...but then again....I was planning on being dessert anyways." the black, frosting coated wolf said with a toothy grin up at the foxtaur. Swaying his tail slowly while his chest reverberated with his soft murrs, leaning up to nose up at Vincent's black lips. Leaving a light bit of frosting upon the foxtaurs lips, which vanished quickly as the pink carpet of the foxtaurs tongue licked it clean.
"Well...guess I better eat up." Vincent said with a grin, before gaping his jaws wide, jaws popping as they unhinged. Leaning down to draw the frosting coated wolfs head up into the hot, damp, humid depths of the foxtaurs maw. Shadows' eyes closing as he nosed into the warm carpet of Vincent's tongue with a murr. Careful not to get any frosting on Vincent as he felt his head being eased over the back of Little Vinnie's tongue into his throat. Bulging the foxtaurs neck outwards, his neck and part of his shoulders disappearing into Vincent's maw.
While the men around the room just sat at their chairs, watching in rapt attention at the slow, almost sensual way that Shadow was being devoured. Watching as the foxtaurs pink tongue licked frosting up from the black fur, so as to taste the fur hidden beneath. Sweetened by the cake frosting which was covering his form, adding a new level of flavor. The wolfs shoulders and chest slowly being worked up into Vincent's ravenous maw after a few moments of working his jaws from side to side. So as to stretch his cheeks and jaws around the broad shoulders of the wolf. Pushing his jaws down to force the wolfs shoulders and chest into the hot, pulsating grip of the foxtaurs bottomless gullet. Shadow's head and muzzle parting the warm, slick passage of Vincent's throat as he made his way towards the foxtaurs waiting belly. Murring deeper as that warm, saliva coated tongue happily licked frosting from his form, lapping across the soft fur of his belly. Before climbing up to reach his groin, where Vincent discovered that his 'cake dancer' was very much naked beneath the layers of frosting. His soft tongue rubbing across a swollen wolf's sheath, the pink tip poking out ever so slightly. Adding another bit of flavor to the large foxtaurs dessert item.
After several more minutes of slow, powerful swallowing, the wolf was thigh deep within Vincent's gullet. The foxtaurs head lifting up towards the ceiling, throat working ravenously to draw its large meal item down its passage to curl up in the fat, hot depths of Vincent's stomach. To which Shadow just nuzzled into the slick walls of Vincent's throat, wiggling his legs and footpaws ever so slightly, mostly to tease Vincent. As his legs slid down even further, until he felt the cool, luke warmth of the room get replaced with the humid, slick heat of Vincent's maw closing about his footpaws. Shivering with a soft giggle at the licks to his footpaws, before they were pushed over the back of Vincent's throat. Joining the rest of the wolf who was soon sliding down Vincent's throat, until his snout ran into a hot, tight ring. Eyes closed as he grunted, the powerful throat muscles rippling and pulsing, pushing him against the tight ring harder and harder. Until it relaxed, letting the wolfs muzzle and head slid forth into the large, fat foxtaurs stomach. Slowly at first, but as the sphincter parted more for his shoulders, his form slid down Vincent's throat even faster. Until his footpaws were slipping through the sphincter to join the rest of him in the digestive soup within the large foxtaurs fat belly. Where the other two earlier meal items were already being broken down and converted to nutrition and fat for Vincent. "hehe, hungry as always I see Vincent." Shadow said with a soft giggle, nuzzling into the warm, slimy walls of the foxtaurs stomach.
"Mmm....and your tasty as ever, Shadow." Little Vinnie said softly with a grin, murring as he licked the remaining bits of frosting from his muzzle. Brown eyes looking around the room at the staring family members and servers, who seemed to jerk a bit. As if coming out of the trance they went into, watching the foxtaur devour his birthday dessert.
"So, who wants cake?" Max was the first to say, looking around the room at the 'Family'. Of which everyone raised their paws, including Vincent, who seemed to have room for more it would seem. "Well guess everyone left room for dessert after all...well, more like Vincent is having dessert twice now." the raccoon said with a soft chuckle, grinning wryly as he went to work dividing the large cake up. One of the other servers leaving the room for a few moments, before returning with plates for the cake slices. Taking each cake slice from Max and laying it before the members of the Family, whom quickly went to work on the cake.
"Well, I do have to say, Shadow does always seem to get the best cake somehow. And know how to surprise you Vincent." Whilstal said with a soft chuckle, grinning softly over at Vincent as the foxtaur worked on his cake. The wolf taking a big bite of his cake slice as well, bushy tail wagging lazily behind himself.
Soon enough Vincent's cake was part of the bulge in everyones belly, Vincent leaning back with a soft, content sigh, only to belch suddenly. "Whoops! Excuse me..." he said with a soft blush, while Whilstal just chuckled softly with a toothy grin.
"Good one Vincent!" Whilstal said with a toothy grin, bushy tail swaying while his paws rubbed over his relatively domed belly, chest reverberating softly with a content murr.
Vincent's cheeks only darkened a bit more with a blush, grinning at those around the table while swaying his tail idly. Murring a bit deeper as Shadow softly rubbed and kneaded at the hot, slick flesh walls surrounding him. Resting in a light mush of cake, along with the left overs of the previous occupants of Vincent's stomach from his appetizer and dinner. Then there was a soft, almost inaudible gurgle from the direction of Vincent's rump. "ugnn...if you'll excuse me...I gotta use the restroom." the foxtaur said softly, rather quickly getting up and heading off out of the room.
"Take care not to make too big a mess in there!" Don Oranis called out after Vincent, before sighing with a light shake of his head as he leaned back in his seat. "I swear, everytime he uses a public restroom we end up getting complaints of the mess." the old wolf said, sighing while shaking his head slowly from side to side.
"Well father, if you don't mind, I'd like to head off to the club tonight." Whilstal said with a soft grin, glancing over at Don Oranis. Waiting for the Don's approval while the wolfs paws softly caressed his gurgling stomach as it worked on its big meal and dessert.
Don Oranis glanced back over at Whilstal with a raised eyebrow, sitting for a few moments while he pondered. Before giving a light nod as he just relaxed in his chair, "Well, I don't see any problem with that. Just be careful remember, even though we're not at war right now. Our enemies will be keeping an eye out to take any of us out if they can, even if it leads to war." The old Don said softly at his son.
"Yes father, I know, your always warning us each time we go out to a club or something." he said with a soft chuckle as he stood up, his stuffed belly hanging over his belt buckle a bit as he headed out of the back room. Exiting the restaurant, making his way over towards his car while swaying his tail lightly.
Once Whilstal was in his car he pulled out and drove off deeper into the city once more, keeping an eye on his rear view mirror for anyone following after him. The bright lights of the city glaring all about him as he headed to his favorite club, 'The Fuzzy Navel'. Of which was a very colorful club, whose primary colors were of the rainbow variety. Hinting as to its primary patrons and what it held within.
Upon arriving at the club, Whilstal pulled up to the front, where he handed the keys over to a valet attendant. Grinning as he walked straight through the doors past the Bouncers, ignoring the long line awaiting entrance into the club. Due to the fact that Whilstal was a rather notable VIP of the club. Once inside, a number of male furries would greet the wolf, all rather hoping to be able to win the wolf over and bed him for the night. So as to have bragging rights for a while at having woo'd one of the sexiest wolves in the city.
"Sorry guys, but not tonight!" Whilstal said to another tiger that was hitting on him, causing the tigers ears to droop a bit as the wolf padded over to take a seat at a small table close to the bar. Ordering himself a Fuzzy Navel from the bar, while he looked around the strobing lights of the club, admiring the crowd in the club. His attention turning from the crowd up to the server when he dropped off his drink, giving the hybrid dragon a warm thanks. Turning back to watch the crowd, feeling the steady bass beats of the clubs music through his body. Lifting his drink up to take a soft sip of the fruity alcoholic drink.
Nodding his head slightly to the heavy, fast, bass beat of music while wagging his tail happily. Working on his drink slowly as his tail swayed behind himself lightly while smiling. Only to grunt suddenly in surprise when someone ran into him from behind.
"Oops! Sorry about that!" a lean, toned lion said out of reaction, turning around to face the wolf with a very apologetic wolf. "I think I should stop drinking these beers..heh.." the lion said softly, cheeks darkening a bit as he blushed.
Whilstal's eyes directed up at the lion, eyebrows rising a bit as he gave a soft nod. "Its alright, no harm done.....are you new here?" he asked curiously, flickering his tail a bit as he stared up at the lion. Feeling as if he'd known him for a long time...yet...he knew that he hadn't seen him before. Considering he knew most, if not all the sexy gay males in the city.
"Yeah I am, got here a couple weeks ago, just learned of this nice club today and managed to get here before the lines got too long." he said matter of factly, seeming to be rather surprised that someone managed to notice he was new in town. "But...how'd you know?" he asked curiously, very much wanting to sate his curiosity.
While Whilstal just grinned softly, chuckling as he nodded slowly. "Well....I know most people here....and I just figured you were new here.....I'm Whilstal as well." he said softly with a light grin.
"Whilstal?.....thats a nice name.....fits with a such a cute wolf too." the lion said softly with a shy grin. "Umm....mind if I sit here?" he asked shyly, gesturing to the chair across the small table from Whilstal.
"Sure....so what is it that you do?' he asked curiously, tilting his head to the side with a grin, quite curious to learn as much as he can about this new, sexy lion.
"Well I finished college several months ago, and got a job at a company here in town as a supervisor." the lion said with a toothy grin, seating himself across the table from Whilstal. "Oh, and my names James." he said softly, reaching a paw across the table towards the wolf.
"Pleased to meet you James." the wolf said with a grin, gently grasping and shaking the lions paw gently, yet firmly. His bushy, grey tail swaying slowly, lazily behind himself while he looked forth into the lions eyes.
"Well I know I've never heard that name before....then....why does it feel like I've known you forever?" James asked softly, tilting his head to the side softly, blushing even deeper as he practically gazed forth into Whilstals' eyes.
"Heh...you too?" Whilstal said with a soft grin, almost laughing softly at the irony of it all as he leaned towards the lion a bit more. "Say....shall we head to your place?.....get to....know each other better?" he said softly, the wolfs cheeks blushing while he leaned back in his chair slowly.
"That sounds good to me....sexy." James said softly, grinning even more toothily as he got up from his chair, followed by Whilstal. The lean, toned lion following the wolf as he weaved their way through the crowd and out of the front door. Where Whilstal's car was pulled up from the valet parking lot.
"Well...shall we?" he said with a grin as he held the door open for James, who could only blush deeper as he nodded, climbing into the passenger seat of the wolfs car. Whilstal closing the door once James had climbed into his car. Walking around to get into the drivers side and drive them towards James' apartment, following James' instructions. Where the two knew they were to have themselves possibly one of the best nights of their lives.
End of Chapter 1