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The Stranger from Madagascar

The plane set down at the airport. The man stepped down from the plane. He was very peculiar-looking. He had the appearance of a feline, covered from head to foot in dark brown fur. He dressed in normal clothes that spoke to the passersby as those of a laid-back young man. He wore khaki shorts, sandals and a decorative shirt like what surf bums would wear. He also had sunglasses covering his hazel-colored eyes and his black hair was in a pony tail.

He picked up his briefcase from the conveyor belt. He walked out of the airport. He caught a cab. He sat in the backseat, the case across his lap and watched outside with his sunglasses off as the vehicle moved.

The driver, a cockerel, spoke up. "Well, you've got a face I ain't never seen afore, sir."

The stranger hesitated before responding. "Mi name's Amad. I'm tourist. Come from far place."

The bird rose an eyebrow at the fossa's accent then shook his head. He drove on to the stranger's destination.

The cab stopped in front of a sidewalk cafe with only a small number of people sitting out front, drinking lattes.

The fossa paid the cockerel then got out. "Tank oo for ride, sa."

The bird nodded accepting the fare then driving off.

The fossa watched him leave. Then, he approached one of the tables and took a seat.

A waitress took his order and he asked for a decaf.

Two minutes passed after she left when a vixen in a business suit walked up to the feline.

Amad stood up and he held a seat for her.

She smiled and sat down. "Well, you are much more of a gentleman than what your agency said."

Amad sat down next to her with a chuckle. "I was taught to be very respectful around a woman, especially one as enchanting as you."

The vixen laughed. "Smooth."

The waitress returned with Amad's coffee.

He took it. "Tank oo, marm." He nodded answering in his faked accent. He looked to the vixen. "Will you be wontin' any, Mizz?"

She shook her head. "No thank you."

The waitress nodded then left.

Amad spoke up first. "Well, do you have the information I need, Catherine?"

The vixen nodded then retrieved a small rolled up piece of paper from her coat jacket. "Everything you need is there."

He took the paper and stuffed it in his pocket. "Thank you. It is real nice seeing you again." He stood up, picking up his case.

She stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "It is nice." She kissed the male suddenly.

He wrapped his arms around her, quickly pulling her closer for a deeper kiss.

...

Moments later, Catherine had taken Amad to the hotel where they'd both be staying in together for his whole stay.

The man stood in the room caressing her nude body with strong groping hands. He pushed her to the bed and laid her out across the covers. He closed his mouth over one of her nipples and suckled while his peculiar maleness extended from his sheath. It was 12 inchees long with two barbed knobs on the head.

Catherine gripped Amad's cock. "That thing looks so scary every time I see it."

He chuckled. "But, you seem to enjoy it every time, Cathy, my dear." He rolled the vixen to her side then he mounted her, pushing the tip of his cock inside her.

She gasped when she felt the barbs of his knobs press into her vulva.

He licked her neck and massaged her belly to calm her while he entered her. Soon, both knobs were in and he thrust his hips forward, hilting the rest of his member to her.

She gasped from the pain of the barbs but soon calmed herself as the male behind her began rocking his hips back and forth, sliding himself in and out of her with only the knobs staying in her each time he pulled back. Already, they had swollen to where there was no way he could pull out.

Amad held Catherine as he made love to her, helped to soothe her as he went through his motions.

She leaned her head back to look into his hazel eyes and he kissed her, slipping his tongue in her mouth to wrestle with hers.

Six minutes later, Amad and Catherine lay beside each other in the aftermath of their session. He was still locked inside her so they had opted to relax and wait for the swelling to go down. They laid together kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Finally, he had shrunk to where he could pull out of her.

She sighed in relief when his barbs left her, leaving a small trail of his seed on the bed.

Amad quickly got up and he went in for a quick shower. After wiping the smell of sex from himself, he got dressed, kissed his lover goodbye and left to complete the job he was called here for.

...

It was later in the night, on the otherside of the city in a big old mansion, some shady looking people were meeting. At the forefront was the boss, an old wolf with a scar on his cheek. He greeted the other men as they entered. The men included his nephew, a wolf just like him but definitely younger and lacking the scars his uncle had earned. The rest were various business associates.

The wolf spoke "I'm glad you could all join me at this late an hour, comrades." His associates all nodded in solemnity. "And I apologize for calling all of you away from your families, friends and... secretaries" He winked to his nephew. "to meet at so late an hour." He paused for another moment. He placed his well-manicured hands on the table the men sat around so his eyes would be level with theirs. "I had recieved a tipoff, men, earlier this morning. It seems someone has called in a professional behind my back. Someone amongst this council here apparently disagrees with the way I've been running things."

The men all sat up in unison as their boss, Ivanovich, began dropping accusations on them.

The wolf slammed the table and pointed to an ermine at the far end. "You! Mikhail! I know you've wanted my spot at the head of this family for years!"

Mikhail stood up abashed. "Me?! Sir, I have nothing but respect for you! Why would I want to have you killed?"

The wolf growled. "I did not say this professional was a hitman, Mikhail."

The ermine gulped in realization of the grave he just dug for himself. Before he could defend his case, a high caliber bullet from a sniper rifle blew his brains all over the table.

Each of the men jumped back in shock. Ivan called for his guards. His bodyguards all came running to his defense.

The wolf growled "So now we know it wasn't Mikhail." He spat on the ground then shouted orders to his men.

Before they could move, however, three cans of tear gas crashed in through the skylight blinding everyone in the room.

A strange, thin, masked figure came down on a rope. He landed perfectly on the table then pulled out his Desert Eagles and began shooting every single man in the room, hitting perfect headshots with each man as they scattered.

The bodyguards opened fire on the stranger and he jumped over them, showing his great athletic ability before turning blasting them all away.

When the gas finally cleared only three were still standing. Everyone else in the wolf's office was strewn out on the floor with blood pouring from gaping bullet holes.

The three men that still stood were Ivan, his nephew and the assassin.

Ivan growled "You! Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you have any idea who I am? Ivanovich..."

Bang!

The wolf stopped instantly as the stranger placed a bullet in his brain. The Russian mobster fell dead to the ground and the nephew approached the stranger.

The fossa pulled off his mask. "Well, sa? Woz dat good enuff f'r ya?"

The nephew laughed and playfully punched Amad. "You can cut that act, no one else is here to listen."

The fossa laughed. "Ha, yes! I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize, you've done me a great service. There was too many old bastards waying down this whole organization. I figured it was time we had changes in management." He laughed as hugged the assassin. "You did great, now hurry off. Your payment will come later. I need to prepare for the cops that are sure to be asking lots of questions." The young wolf straightened his suit.

The fossa nodded and quickly vacated the premises.

...

The following morning, Amad stood staring outside the window of his hotel room.

Catherine lay asleep tired from another hot session with him.

Now he stood, naked as the day he was born, waiting for what? He didn't know. The phone rang. He answered. "Yez?"

"Your payment is here."

"Okay, send it up." He still did not bother to get dressed. Instead, he retrieved a K-bar from his briefcase and sat on a chair by the door waiting. Eventually, the door buzzed. He got up. "Who is it?" He listened for an answer.

"It's your payment from Mr. Zavorotsky."

Amad unlocked the door and stood back.

The man Zavorotsky had sent entered, his silenced 22. drawn and he pointed it at the sleeping form of Catherine.

Quickly, Amad slammed the door on the wolf making him drop his gun. Then he pulled him inside the room, pinned him down and held his knife to the hitman's throat. "My payment, eh? A killer for another killer?" He did not wait for the wolf to confirm. He slashed his throat.

Catherine woke up at this moment. She saw her lover crouched over the bloodied corpse of a wolf. "Another disagreement with an employer, Amad?" She asked casually.

"Yeah. You think you could deal with this for me, Cath? I have to go collect my own payment."

She happily got out of bed and dragged the wolf into the bedroom.

Amad got dressed quickly.

"Amad! Be careful." She blew a kiss to him and he caught it before walking out.

...

"Oh yeah, bitch, ride me." Zavorotsky laid in his bed in his penthouse getting his cock wet in a female mouse he had picked at a bar for as he coined it, a victory fuck. He lapped voraciously at her little tits that made her look like a kid. She moaned lustfully as the wolf plowed away at her. Soon enough, he felt himself building to his climax. He toppled the girl over, pinning her to his bed as his thrusts picked up in speed. She arched and moaned as she could feel his bulb bumping against her narrow pussy. Finally, he could no longer contain himself. He thrust extra hard into her, his bulb went in, tying him to the mouse as his seed unloaded in torrents into the small female, almost to the point of causing her a slight belly bulge. He held himself over her as he watched her face as his seed flooded her womb.

He hardly felt the foreign hand grab him from behind. He turned and he saw Amad standing over him with a sullen look on his face. This instantly killed the wolf's drive and he pulled himself from the girl to use her as his shield. "Stay back!"

The mouse girl shrieked when she was suddenly thrust forward into the arms of the fossa.

He growled and set her down on the floor. "Shh, I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered before withdrawing the 22 he'd taken off of Zavorotsky's assassin. "Zav!" He caught the wolf in the bathroom trying to climb out like the coward he really was.

He saw the fossa and threw soap at him. It only bounced off him.

Amad shook his head. "Oh Zav. You called me in, we'd done business before. You should know by now how I feel about people trying to kill me." The fossa grabbed the cowering wolf.

"Look, I'm sorry. I made a bad mistake. I figured I should've cleared out all the loose ends before taking over Ivan's business. I didn't really plan that well."

Amad sighed. "No you did not." He stuck the barrel of the silencer in Zavorotsky's mouth then pulled the trigger. The wolf's brains exploded all over the bathroom floor. Amad put the pistol in the dead wolf's hand.

"What are you doing?" The mouse girl saw him do what he did. "He couldn't take the thought of letting his uncle his last remaining family die so he shot himself." He told her with a wink.

She understood and nodded.

He kissed the mouse girl on the cheek. "Go home and forget about this."

...

The following day, Amad and Catherine were at the airport.

Catherine sighed. "I wish you didn't always have to leave, my love. I'm always so lonely when you leave."

Amad nodded showing her he had an extra ticket. "I know, this is why I want you to go with me."

She blinked taking her plane ticket. "You mean I get to go with you now?"

He nodded and she responded with a loving kiss.

The pair stood there in public locked in passionate embrace for a whole two minutes before finally separating to go catch their plane back to Madagascar.

He held her close to his side. "I think you're going to like my home, Catherine. It's very spacious."

Soon after that, the plane with the pair aboard lifted off, flying away into the horizon.

One week later, the headline news told of how the entire Zavorotsky crime family was suddenly snuffed out in the space of two days and the only living witness would not say a thing about the Stranger from Madagascar.