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Jeremy sat on the edge of his bed, reveling in his last cigarette as he stared out the apartment window into the vast, all encompassing cityscape before him. The ebon fox was still getting used to the city, adjusting slowly to the pungent smell of concrete and steel and car exhaust while at the same time trying to drown out the perpetual noise that left him pining for a restful sleep every bright morning. Moving away from the country had seemed like a good idea at the time, but as he sat quietly in his room all he could think about was the lush, serene greenery of home.

With another long draw off his cigarette Jeremy leaned forward and grabbed the pair of binoculars from his dresser, bringing them up to his golden eyes as the smoke billowed out of his nose in an acrid cloud that surrounded his black furred face. Watching people had become a bit of a hobby for him since he had moved in. The T.V and radio laid broke in the living room and the meager paycheck he received from washing dishes at his restaurant job down the street was only enough to keep a roof over his head and cheap food in his stomach and not much else. His roommate thought it was creepy, but Jeremy didn't care. It wasn't like he was taking pictures of them or stalking them or sending them weird or threatening letters in the mail. He didn't even care to know their names. He was just observing people going about their day, taking a tiny, innocent peak into the lives and affairs of others.

Adjusting the lenses, the fox peered down at the street and saw a group of young men and women in business suits standing at the crosswalk. From the looks of the bags they carried over their shoulders they were business majors from the nearby university, probably heading farther downtown to one of the more expensive restaurants for dinner. Jeremy's gaze then shifted to several stern faced police officers watching the passing river of people from the street corner, thick Kevlar covering their bodies and semi-automatic weapons gripped tightly in their hands.

He lifted his head from the street and looked through the windows of the office building at the corner of 31st and Jefferson where employees clad in perfect white shirts and neat black pants busily scurried about like ants in an oblong colony. The fox zoomed in on a coyote he had seen a few times before with short hair and wiry fur whose modest cubical faced the expansive outside. The coyote, Jeremy knew, had a very large crush on the secretary whose office was directly above his, often sending her flowers or small, unexpected gifts. Unknown to the coyote, however, the secretary was having secret relations with one of the head managers, often slipping into his office and returning with unkempt hair and a ruffled blouse. Along the sidewalk of that same office building sat a collection of homeless men and women, huddled around one another while pedestrians walked by without glancing. One of the homeless, a male fox whose red fur was sickeningly dull and horribly dirty quickly passed out shining red apples from a bag that read Joe's Grocers. Inquisitively, Jeremy looked down the street toward the grocery store where the apples originated and saw a portly male lynx exclaiming wildly to an older police officer and his younger partner, shouting words he could not make out and flailing his arms in the direction of the homeless fox who had already fled into some dark alley.

Without warning the window blinds fell in front of Jeremy's face and he let out a sharp yelp of surprise as his eyes darted upward to see Lisa glowering down at him.

"God, Lisa," Jeremy shouted, surprised. "You could at least knock or something!"

"I told you not to do that," the wolf sighed, pushing her long, black hair away from her smoldering blue eyes. "People are going to start thinking we're creepers."

Jeremy rolled his eyes and snuffed out his cigarette in the ash tray by his bed.

"I'm serious! It's weird and unusual and it makes people think that you're a pervert."

"What else am I suppose to do, then? That rage filled ex-boyfriend of yours smashed our television, your moronic ex-girlfriend broke the antenna off the radio and neither of us has any money to go buy a new one. I'm just working with what I have here."

Lisa sighed loudly through pursed lips, her hands sliding into her baggy black pants.

"Maybe you should come out with us tonight to the bars," Lisa said. "I'll pay for your drinks."

"Us?"

"Callie and I."

Jeremy gave out a sharp laugh.

"Callie? That starving artist you're dating? I don't think so. She gets on my nerves way too god damn much."

Lisa opened her mouth to protest, but found that she couldn't.

"At least tell me the sex is good," Jeremy laughed.

"At least I'm getting sex. When's the last time you got laid?"

This time it was Jeremy with a loss of words.

"It wasn't too long ago," he lied.

"I think you should really come out tonight. There's a friend I want to hook you up with. I think you two would just be perfect together."

"Oh, no," Jeremy replied quickly. "I know your friends. They're all emo and weird."

"Says the guy who stares at people through his bedroom window," she smirked. "You're the only person I know who does that."

Jeremy grimaced and went to reopen the blinds as the tall wolf headed back into the living room.

"Do you want me to bring you back some alcohol," she called over her shoulder. "Some rum, maybe?"

"No," Jeremy called back. "I never drink on someone else's dime. But you can bring me back some cigarettes though."

"That's a disgusting habit, Jeremy."

"Can you get the Renegade Blacks, the mint kind?"

"Sure," she said, picking up her keys from the glass bowl by the door. "I'll be back later tonight."

"I'll keep a light on for you."

"And please don't spy on anyone else. The last thing I need is a house call from the police for suspicious behavior."

"Sure..."

The door shut with a metallic slam and silence pervade the apartment once again. Jeremy stood up and stretched his slender form, hearing the pops in his arms and legs. Then, slowly, he returned to the window once more and looked down onto the street in time to see Lisa turn the corner and head toward the bars by the river front, becoming lost in a seemingly endless sea of people.

As he stared blankly out the window he couldn't help but think that Lisa was right, that hooking up with someone would be good for him even if it was only for sex. The pursuit of sex had rarely been at the forefront of his mind, but it had been a very long time since he had been with a woman, so long that he began to ponder the thought of a one night stand with one of Lisa's angst ridden gothic friends. Black and leather was a bit of a turn on for him after all and perhaps it would let him forget about being homesick.

Jeremy was just about to turn away from the window and head downstairs to catch up with Lisa when something caught his eye in the apartment directly across from his. He squinted in the glare of the falling sun and made out two figures in an all too familiar pose that made him immediately reach for his binoculars.

Adjusting the lenses he saw a white jackal lying completely naked on a bed, running her fingers through her ivory hair while a male silver fox lapped his tongue between her legs, stroking his long, thick shaft as he did so. Jeremy's eyes grew huge and he was overwhelmed with utter surprise, like stumbling upon a rare precious gem he was never meant to discover.

The silver fox grabbed the jackal's ass and with his muscled arms hoisted her hips into the air, burying his muzzle deeper into her sex as she opened her mouth and gave out an intense moan of pleasure. Jeremy felt like he should turn the binoculars in a different direction or shut the blinds completely and go out into the living room where he would not see the couple, but when he would go to do so he found his legs and arms were reluctant to move. So he stayed still, taking in the sight before him with unblinking eyes. Besides, it was their fault for not closing the blinds to their window, especially when they lived in a city that was home to fifteen million other people.

The jackal bucked her hips wildly and grasped at the bed sheets as the fox's hot, wriggling tongue drove her to a trembling orgasm. Then, without exchanging so much as a glance, the two switched positions on the bed. The silver fox took sharp breaths as his partner slid her large, firm breasts up and down his cock, lapping at the tip teasingly as she played with her pierced nipples.

Drool dripped onto the fox's member and ran down his shaft, making him visibly shake in excitement. Finally, the silver fox could take her teasing no longer and forcefully grabbed her head with both hands and forced her mouth around the entirety of his throbbing member, slamming his eyes shut and gritting his teeth. Unconsciously, Jeremy ran his middle finger over the particularly large bulge growing in his own jeans.

The jackal had no problem taking the silver fox's length, fitting her lips over his knot and slipping her tongue just far enough to lick at his balls. Jeremy dated a girl once who gave great blow jobs like that, a coyote who prided herself on her studded tongue and lack of a gag reflex. Just thinking about her made the bulge grow bigger and made his pants uncomfortably tight.

With trembling hands, the silver fox clenched the locks of the jackal's sleek hair and bucked his hips in hot primal thrusts that sent milky white fluid gushing from her mouth. The fox took great gulps of air as he released his grip on the jackal who licked cum from her lips and ample breasts, swallowing it hungrily down.

When the silver fox went to rise from the bed, the jackal quickly and forcefully pushed him back down and Jeremy knew that she wasn't done with him yet. Crawling over the fox, the albino furred woman reached for the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a pair of handcuffs that glinted in the orange light of the sunset.

Unable to resist any longer, Jeremy unzipped his pants and slid out his erect member, stroking it softly as the jackal stood over her partner, spreading the lips of her pussy with her fingers. The silver fox smiled excitedly up at her, both his hands bound to the metal bed frame. She stood over him a long time, playing with herself as she did, making Jeremy wild with anticipation.

Pre dripped from both of the fox's cocks as the jackal finally fell to her knees and took in the male, saying something that Jeremy could not make out between deep, breathless moans. Her hips rocked back and forth, slowly at first, but grew quicker and less controlled as they went. The silver fox tried to grab a hold of her once again and steady her hips, but the clang of the metal bonds made him quickly realize that she was running the show.

Jeremy stroked his throbbing cock in rhythm to their movements, taking a seat on the bed so he could steady the binoculars. The jackal swung her hair about wildly; putting her hands behind her back and sticking out her breasts which made the black fox jerk himself harder, making more hot pre run down his shaft and over his fingers.

The silver fox bucked his hips intensely as he tried as hard as he could to shove his entire length into her, his bulbous knot slapping against her sopping wet pussy, splattering their torsos with thick juices. Jeremy tried to stay fixed on them, but his own movements kept jostling his binoculars about.

"Oh, shit," he gasped as he leaned his head back, his climax crashing hotly upon him.

The jackal screamed out as she took in her partner's knot and the three became lost in their passion. Cum spurted from Jeremy's cock in a great arc and he quivered through fast waves of pleasure.

The black furred fox breathed in deep gulps of air, his body awash in an afterglow of fading ecstasy. His ears fell softly limp in relaxation and with eyes half lidded against his binoculars he breathed a sigh of relief as all his tension faded. The same expression was mirrored on the faces of the two across the street. The jackal pulled out of him and cum slicked their thighs and ran down their legs. "God, I am a pervert, aren't I," Jeremy sighed to himself.

Then, strangely, the jackal's expression became incredibly cold and sharp as a knife. And then with a powerful swing of her arm she left a great gash on the chest of the silver fox which spurted blood in great arcs, splattering the sheets in crimson droplets. Jeremy's eyes became wide and feelings of horror and panic filled his whole being.

The jackal swung her arm again, this time ripping out the silver fox's neck, sending more blood and gore across the room. The silver fox jerked violently about in his handcuffs, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he tried desperately to scream, but to no avail. Jeremy's throat clenched and in that split second his mind forgot to breath, the sudden spike of adrenaline shocking his system.

When the fox's body thrashed about no more the jackal licked the blood from her fingers and then she yelled out a terrible roar that was muffled by the piercing sound of passing police cars, her eyes turning a deep, putrid yellow. Sharp fangs grew out of her mouth and down her chin and her jaw dislocated located itself, growing unnaturally wide. And as she grew close to her victim she stopped suddenly and then slowly her head turned toward Jeremy and his eyes locked with hers.

In sudden manic fear, Jeremy dropped the binoculars and fled across the room to the adjacent bathroom, slamming the door shut. He was still for a long moment, his fur raised high, his eyes wide, and his cock still out. Then he heard the door open and his chest went tight and his blood went cold.

He looked around the bathroom for something he could use to defend himself, but he found only a dull, rusty razor on the grimy bathroom sink. Unsure of what to do, his instincts kicked in and he drew back against the green tiled walls, his hands clenched tightly into fists.

"Jeremy," Lisa called out. "I forgot my wallet. Have you seen it?

Jeremy gave an ecstatic sigh of relief and his hands unclenched.

"Jeremy?"

"Hold on a second," he replied, moving quickly to wash the dried cum off his hands and zip up his pants.

"Ah, never mind, I found it."

Lisa was in the doorway to his room when Jeremy rushed out of the bathroom.

"Everything alright," she asked.

Jeremy was about to say something, but when his eyes trailed outside to the window where the jackal had been his voice caught in his throat. There was no one there, no jackal, no silver fox, no blood and gore, just a neatly made bed in a deserted room.

"Jeremy," she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Everything's fine," Jeremy replied, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice.

He had to have imagined it, he thought. That was the only explanation. Or perhaps all the car exhaust wafting up from the street below was finally getting to him.

"Well, I'm off then," Lisa said.

"Is that invitation to come along still open," Jeremy asked.

Lisa turned back to face him.

"It is," she said, smiling. "Got tired of watching people?"

"Yeah," he said a little too quickly.

The black fox followed after the wolf, but stumbled on the binoculars which still laid on the floor, the plastic covering cracked and the lenses shattered.