Braulio[a] despised flying. He’d been a few places before, Mexico City, Cuba, and even done a little tour of the gulf, from Brownsville to Corpus Christi, Victoria, Galveston, going on through Louisiana and into Mississippi, not stopping until he hit Panama City and taking a plane back to Rio. This was the farthest he’d ever been before, to New Hampshire, and he wasn’t quite excited. This time wasn’t just a tour. He was going to be there to stay, at least for a few years. He’d heard about the winters there, with snow and ice and hail. The coldest winter he’d ever seen was around 60 degrees fahrenheit, so imagining that he was about two or three months from experiencing winters in the 20s or lower had him in dread. Caio had told him that’s why Americans keep such big trucks; when the blizzards and floods come there’s no other way for them to get around. He’d been tossing and turning for the last nine hours, having nightmares of blizzards and glaciers and polar bears and huge rocks of ice falling from the sky. His dreams were somewhat more childish than his normal dreams, no doubt, but these were facilitated by a batch of cocadas so loaded with hash it was a wonder he wasn’t tripping even worse. The dreams were worth it though to avoid having to be awake for the entirety of his flight. Screaming children, ears popping, old people hacking and popping their rickety joints as the pressure changed, the insufferable movies... He’d have rather swam than have to be awake through that. He had been wandering alone, waist-deep in tundra for what seemed like weeks. He had nothing on him but his flip-flops, a beach towel and swim trunks, wading in the cold, cruel powder. With every movement he could feel the tiny icy flakes cutting him through his fur, a constant electric chill of that borderline of complete numbness. He shivered and shuddered, every step a hard labor, when suddenly he heard a voice in the distance. A light, a bright light, and warmth. “Braulioooooooo” the voice called out to him, long, echoing in his tired, frostbitten ears. He ran, bounding towards it, given new hope, new vigor. He let the towel fall off of his back and his sandals slipped loose. It didn’t matter, he was so close now, so close. He reached out to the light and his feet came out from under him. He fell flat, his face buried in snow. This was it. This was the end. He felt a warm, soft hand on his shoulder, and a voice in his ear. “Mr. Morais, we’ve landed.” He jerked awake, jumping away from the touch instinctively and turning to the voice. She was a bird, what kind Braulio wasn’t sure, but she had dark, iridescent feathers all over her head and shoulders, leading down into her shirt. Her arms and tailfeathers were black, and a little flat. Her breasts were unbelievably huge, and her blouse looked only half-buttoned if that much. He sat up straight and adjusted himself, fixing his jacket and wiping his face with a handkerchief. “Thank you, Miss…” He looked closely at her bosom and read her nametag. “Sheffield.” He stood up and reached underneath the seat in front of him, pulling up a brown leather satchel with brass buckles and a gold nameplate on the flap. “I hope you have a nice day.” He smiled and leaned in, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he quickly walked by, slipping a business card into her pocket as he did. Another stewardess guided him out, this one a white husky with very vibrant blue hair. “We hope you had a nice flight, Mr. Morais, and we look forward to having you with us again soon!” Her tail wagged and she smiled a practiced smile. He stopped and turned to her with a friendly smile. “I doubt you will for a while,” He paused to check her nametag, “Lilly. I’m going to be staying in New Hampshire for quite a while. Do you land here often?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out an S.T. Dupont Elysee ballpoint pen, then pulled out another business card from his jacket pocket. “Umm…” She smiled a little and glanced back at the bird, then back to him. “Every couple of months, at the longest. Why?” She fluttered her eyes at him, flipping her hair back over her shoulder demurely, the movement smelling the scent of her perfume. It was very sweet, like cotton candy. “I’m a businessman.” He handed her the card and put the pen back in his jacket pocket. “I’m opening a club in a little town a few hours from here. The next time you land I should at least be started building, be set up, a nice place… Anyway. Call me when you get a layover here. I’ll get you a nice hotel room, we can go out, have a drink, maybe dance some…” He turned and started walking down the chute into the airport, waving back at her. “It would be a nice time! Think about it!” It was a quick walk to the exit and into the lobby. He was relieved to not have to make a second trip through security. Not that he had anything on him at the moment, but it was bothersome. He reached down into a leather pouch on his hip and pulled out his large, Casio Commando 4G LTE cell phone. He fiddled with it for a moment, through his emails. “Julho 5, 2013 Oi Braulio, Não se esqueça de ir à casa de Luiz para mim. A vadia não tem chamado sua mãe, como ele disse que faria. Bater algum sentido para ele. Ele vive em 1406 rua babaca, idiota merda New Hampshire. Seu tio, Caio” Braulio put his phone away and walked straight to the lockers, reaching into his left hip pocket for the little key. He scanned the wall for 1406, and finally found it. He glanced around as he opened it and pulled out a bundled up piece of fabric, putting it into the satchel and heading quickly outside. “Mr. Morais, we have been waiting! I hope you had a nice flight!” A tuxedoed camel said as he opened the rear door of a fairly long limousine. “It was as enjoyable as one would expect a 9-hour straight flight to be.” Braulio said as he tossed his bag onto the back seat, stepping in himself. “Do you know where we’re going?” “Of course, sir. The Hamilton.” The chauffeur said straightening up and starting to shut the door. “How long will the drive be?” Braulio blocked the door with his foot. “Around 4 hours, sir.” “Alright. Let’s get going then.” Braulio pulled his foot back from the door and into the car, letting the camel shut it. As the door shut Braulio reached to his side and opened his bag and pulled out the bundle. The black and grey wolf girl sat in the opposite corner facing him, giving her best lusty stare and her favorite pose. She had been preparing for almost a week now. She had been instructed on what to wear, what perfume to have and even what soap and shampoo to use. Everything had been paid for on top of her normal fees, which she had received double for the sake of discretion. She leaned forward and started to crawl across the immaculate floor, her dress falling slightly to reveal the two grey chevrons leading down into the valley between her breasts. Her hair fell around her face, framing it as her grey speckled shoulders and hips rocked with every move, her long fluffed tail swaying behind her. Braulio wasn’t paying any particular attention to her as he unfolded the bundle. Inside it was a small black notebook, a disposable cell phone, and four microfiber bags, and a small folded up note. He put the notebook and phone in his satchel and started to unbutton his shirt. “Are you ready now, Mr. Morais?” She smiled up at him from between his legs, on her knees with her hand holding his knees. He looked down at her and smiled, spreading his legs. “For a beautiful professional lady like yourself? Always.” He placed one hand on her head and stroked through her hair, moving it out of her face to stroke her cheek. She nuzzled into it and gave it a playful lick before turning away and leaning down, nuzzling the inside of his thigh as she walked her hands up his thighs with her fingertips. He turned his head to the side and picked up the little bags again, squeezing them and laying them out in a particular order. She nuzzled up his leg to his crotch and walked her fingers to his belt. She looked up at him and saw he wasn’t particularly paying attention to her and nipped at his balls through his pants, making him jump a little. He murred loudly but continued fiddling with the little bags. “Your name is Sakura?” He said as he pulled the strings on one of the bags, pulling out a small black silk cord with a leather sheath hanging from it. The sheath was small, concealing only a small blade, but with a long, narrow handle to completely fill his hand. “Yes, Mr. Morais.” She began to unbuckle him and tugged open the button at the top of his pants as she slide her nose up his crotch to the very top. She licked over his fly tracing his sheath before taking his fly in her teeth and tugging down. “You’re highly recommended. I trust you were told my predilections beforehand?” He put the knife around his neck and began unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way. “Yes, sir.” She took the waist of his pants and started tugging it down along with his underwear. “Then you should know I don’t like women in clothes.” He didn’t look at her as he talked, but continued to fold up the first pouch and place it inside his satchel. “Yes sir…” She let his pants rest at his ankles and sat straight up on her knees, reaching behind herself to unzip her dress. She examined him as she did. His shirt and jacket laid open showing a very muscular and toned body, his legs were thick and strong. his stomach and chest were white, leading all the way down to the bottom of his stomach where the fur began to thin, leaving only peach fuz on his sheath and balls. His sheath was pink and speckled with the brindle that was on the rest of his body, his balls were solid brindle, though still mostly furless. He opened the another of the sacks and pulled out a long, thin, slender black folding knife. He flipped it open and started playing with it and fondling it, looking it over and checking the edge with the pad of his thumb. “Take this and put it on the inside of my right sock, please.” He closed the knife and handed it to her, and she nodded quietly, letting her dress fall around her knees revealing her C-cup breasts and bright pink nipples, along with very lacy, tight, white panties. “Yes, Mr. Morais.” She leaned in and slipped it inside. She felt his large, strong hand on the back of her head, stroking through her hair and rubbing her cheek. She licked the inside of his thigh and kissed it, inching her way up towards his cock. She shut her eyes and pressed her nose into his balls, reaching her hands up to rub and caress over his muscled stomach. He smelled musky, but not overly strong or sweaty; clean but distinct. “You remembered very good.” He murred loudly and reclined in his chair, opening his legs to her as her paw kneaded and explored his muscles. She nodded and licked at the underside of his balls, sliding one of her paws down to his sheath and teased around the hole, tugging it with her dull claw. She could feel the heat coming from him and feel his throbbing against her palm as it rested against him, her finger tugging the sheath down, revealing his red, slick tip. “Anyone with such a strong, fit, fine body would love to have it cared for, Mr. Morais…” She said, muffled under his sack as she looked up at him finally. His eyes were shut and his maw was open slightly. She shut her eyes again and slid out her tongue, pressing her tongue gently against his sack and slid it up, lapping at his balls. She moved the hand on his cock up to his stomach with the other one, squeezing and rubbing over him as she licked up his sheath. She heard a clicking over head head and opened her eyes, looking up at him. She almost jumped but fought the urge. He had a knife, a big butterfly knife flipping it quickly between his fingers. It made her very nervous, but she had been warned about it beforehand. Men will do the oddest things when their hands aren’t occupied… Some men would twirl cigars, play with their expensive lighters, tap out music on the arms of their chairs while she did her business. Very few played with knives, though. She twirled her tongue around his tip and pushed it inside, running her tongue around his cock inside, stroking it, rubbing it, teasing it and the sensitive interior of his sheath. He grew into her maw, slowly filling her muzzle. He wasn’t too long, barely able to touch the back of her throat, but he was so thick her lips could barely wrap around it. She pulled away and looked at it, panting lightly with her tongue lawled out the side of her mouth. The knife clacked loudly as it shut and he threw it down in the seat. He put his hand on the back of her head, gripping her hair gently and pulled her up to his face. She gasped lightly, not used to being handled roughly at her price. He forced his tongue into her open maw and pulled her into him, his other hand gripping her ass and pulled her into his lap. He let her pull away breaking the kiss, smiling as she panted for breath. “I expect you have precautions?” She nodded and reached back into her panties, pulling out a roll of Trojans. “I also have an Implanon, and I get checked immediately before and after every appointment. I am completely clean, if you are also and would prefer not to use these…” She placed them on the seat beside him and wrapped her arms around his neck, starting to rock against him with her soft panties pinning his cock between her heat and his stomach. “I’ll have to be sure and tip you extra when we’re done…” He slid both paws down her back underneath her panties, gripping her soft rump tightly in his strong paws. She whimpered quietly and laid against his chest as he pulled her tightly against him, pressing his tip against her clit to tease it through the thin fabric. It was rare that she enjoyed her job. Most of her clients were old, overweight men or their spoiled kids. They were rude, demanding, and ugly. They told her exactly what they wanted, and when they had got it she left feeling dirty and unfulfilled. Every so often though, there was a man who was different. He would treat her with respect, just like anyone else doing a job. It was different than the ones that pretended she was their girlfriend, which was just creepy and sad. He would be polite and welcoming, and when it was time he would be aggressive and forward. She didn’t enjoy a man who told her what he wanted. She enjoyed a man who would take it; hold her down and kiss her hard and take all of his stress and frustration and energy out on her. She moaned as his thick finger forced it’s way into her tight pucker underneath her tailhole. His claws combed through her fur as his strong hands kneaded her soft flesh. She rested her head on his shoulder and pressed her nose into his neck breathing through his fur. “Mr. Aahhh… Morais…” He nipped on the tip of her ear and tugged softly, whispering into it in a growly voice. “Call me Braulio.” He licked the tender inside of her ear and tugged at her tailhole, just barely pumping to the first knuckle. “A-alright, Braulio-OOOOH!” She moaned out loud as suddenly he thrust his thick canine cock into her, his smooth flesh pressed tight against hers as he hilted. She could feel herself dripping out around him, the slight sting of pain along with the pleasure as he stretched her just a little too wide, and the tingles of his pre jetting inside her. He growled and started lifting her up by the hips, the finger in her hole tugging up. “That’s right… whimper my name…” He whispered again as he started thrusting up into her, holding her hips in place as he quickly thrust up into her. Her arms reached down his back and clawed at him, digging into his muscles trying to get a grip. She arched her back and pressed her breasts up into his face, wrapping his muzzle in the hot, soft globes. He wrapped his lips around one and sucked hard, making her gasp out loud. He took her hard, fast, as deep as he could. His broad blunt tip ground into her gspot with every thrust, his finger pumped and teased her tailhole matching pace with his hips, his teeth and tongue tugged and pinched and stroked over her nipples. Sakura’s claws dug deep into Braulio’s back and drew blood as she came, her back arching and her head falling back as she howled a long, loud lupine howl. She nearly fell backwards but gripped his shoulders tight enough to stay on. Her breasts smacked against her chest as he continued to bounce her, not threatening to stop for even a minute. He smiled and grabbed the back of her head with his free hand again, pulling her roughly into another kiss. She growled and moaned into the kiss mindlessly as her hips slammed down against his crotch, taking as much of him as he could give, panting for more. “We’re going the whole trip, Sakura… Hold out for me, pup.” He rolled her down onto the seat and started pile-driving down into her, her eyes rollling back into her head as her tongue lawled out of her maw and onto the leather seat. BREAK They pulled up to the front door of the Marblecliff Hamilton hotel, the door opening just as Braulio slipped his jacket back on and Sakura zipped her dress back up. “I trust you had a pleasant ride, Mr. Morais?” The camel asked as he stepped out of Braulio’s way. Braulio stepped out and pulled his satchel up over his shoulder as Sakura stepped out, putting her arm through his. “It was absolutely wonderful. Here, for your trouble.” Braulio put 5 hundred-Real bills in his hand. “Go have that converted and have a nice time.” He walked into the hotel with Sakura on his arm, straight to the front desk and to the Presidential Suite. 8 hours later Sakura laid in the bed, passed-out in a puddle of their sweat and fluids. He dripped from her still, more than an hour after she’d passed out. He stared out the window at Marblecliff, a wood-tipped cigarillo between his lips and the black notebook in hand. Every prominent political figure in Marblecliff had their phone number, address, mistress(es), drug dealer(s), and dirty little secrets written down in bulleted, organized lists, a page to each of them. His luggage had been waiting on him when he got to the room, and he had just recently opened. Inside were a few personal effects that had to be smuggled, his father’s knife and its kit, a Sistema Colt that Caio had given him for his 15th birthday, and a few other small items. Also in the luggage were requested items. Two bulletproof vests: one that would wear under his clothes and another that was heavier that would wear over his clothes, an Arsenal AK-47 with a fair amount of kit, and a Saiga 12 in the sporter config accept for the regular magazine conversion. He picked up the disposable phone and dialed up Roman Zaritzky. City Councilman, owner of a regional chain of restaurants, family man, and coke-head. Just the kind of person to invest in a new dance club in the city, and help push through the permits. Braulio smiled as it rang, taking a long drag off the cigarillo and letting it sit in his lungs for a moment as he put it back down in the dish. He exhaled, the air almost completely clear, as the disgruntled dalmatian answered the phone at 1am. END DESSI REFRESH Sakura Elderglen S.T. 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