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Hey guys, sorry for the lateness. I know at least one of you has been hounding me for another chapter. Well here's chapter four.

Warning: Chapter contains Homosexual yiff, rape, gay relationships, character death, science-fiction-ey-ness, technobabble, strong sexual themes, mild language, two cameo appearances who won't appear again in the story, and plot revelation.

Not really, it's more like a mindless yiff-fest followed by some smart-talk and filler. It's a good chapter if you want to paw off ;) but it's also got some plot so don't skip it or I'll find where you live and murder you in your sleep. -is kidding wholeheartedly-

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Chapter 4: Retribution.

The room was moderately sized, ten foot ceiling twenty feet along each side. It was a good-sized room, and it would have made a fine bedroom, which was its original use. All of the furniture had been taken out and the carpets ripped up, leaving cold, hard stone on the floor. A line of benches ran around the outer perimeter of the room and there was a single toilet in the corner. The windows had been barred up, and what light that came through was minimal because of the darkly tinted panes.

All in all it was a depressing room. It was a cruel room aswell, because it held some thirty male Sirians at all times. They were all stripped nude and thrown into the room be they spotted, solid, fox, wolf, big, small, adult, and even pups. The room was filled with naked males of varying ages and builds that had been captured by the Craganii hunters.

In one corner of the room, a group of Sirians sat, plotting. They were all friends. The leader of the group was a tall arctic fox, around six feet and a bit with snowy-white fur like Axis or Atlas. He stood, nude like the rest, with a grumbling, brooding demeanour. He didn't like the newest capture one bit; the Dalmatian was firm in his belief that foxes were lower beings. He'd raped some of the foxes in the room, a lot of which were his friends. He wanted justice for them, but more importantly this, Axis, he kept talking bad about.

'He's a fucking queer-ass fox,' he said one time. 'When I get out of here I'm gonna' make him my bitch,' he said another. The Dalmatian had said his own name but once since he arrived, several days ago. It was hard to tell exactly when, as there was only one window in the cell, and the palace tower blocked it. There was no sky to be seen from this window, and the lights blared constantly. It was impossible to tell night from day here. His name was Azuma.

The fox had said his name once since his arrival aswell. He'd been there before Azuma had been. The Dalmatian didn't know the fox's name, but everyone else did. No one spoke to him much, but he didn't really care. He stared out on the cell; there were Sirians in compromising positions everywhere. The scent of sex between men filled the air; acrid with it's potency, yet arousing to some. The fox wasn't one of them. The fox's name was Nitsuj.

On the wall adjoined to the left of the fox sat a husky, somewhat taller, but not by much. His fur was shades of grey, darker under his muzzle and down to his thighs. His head fur was white and, since he'd been there awhile and had a few grooming buddies, clean. It was also long, but not all one length. It fell to his shoulders in the back, and to just below his cheeks on the sides. He tied it up in the back, carefully knotting his hair so it could be undone easily and painlessly. It looked appealing when done up like that, a strand to either side of his face.

His eyes were differently coloured, suggesting genetic manipulation, inbreeding, or just random chance. The right was golden and the left an icy blue. He looked around the same age as Nitsuj, that is, twentyish. They'd spoken a couple times, and he was just as fed up with Azuma as the fox.

He got up and waded through the groping, rape-threatening paws of his other cellmates and growled when one of them grabbed his tail. It was immediately let go and the culprit disappeared. He walked over to the corner where Nitsuj stood, dodging a pair of foxes giving a collie a very good time. He chuckled once as he walked up to the fox he was headed for and said, "I've been thinking..."

"Oh?" said Nitsuj over the moans and whimpers of sex. "What would that be?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. The husky walked over and sat down beside the fox, and Nitsuj sat aswell, still curious. "Well?" he asked after awhile.

"You know that Azuma guy, right?" he said, somewhat sadistically.

"Uh-huh, why?" replied the fox, starting to get impatient already.

"Well... the way he talks about that Axis fellow isn't very appealing. He's been saying today that foxes are the lowest form of life in the universe. I don't like that much, but more importantly he's been bragging about how he beat and tortured the poor fox. I know no-one deserves this but, I say we give him a taste of his own medicine," said the husky with a bit of a smirk.

"You're suggesting we beat him up, humiliate him, and make him the prison bitch?" asked Nitsuj with an equally minute smirk.

"Well, yeah. He deserves it doesn't he? He's a jackass and he's been talking shit about foxes in general since he got here. Moreover he's been plucking random foxes out of the crowd and raping them in cruel and unusual ways. Did you hear about Lyra? Azuma shoved his cock in the poor guy's sheath. I mean, that's just gotta hurt! It couldn't have been any fun for the fox!" said the husky, looking back at the fox with an angry flame in his eyes. He was a V.S., that's Vulpine Sympathizer. He believed that foxes were equals.

Nitsuj shook his head and chuckled. "Devon, my boy. I just don't see any reason to rape the son of a bitch yet. He's done nothing anyone else in here hasn't. Until I see that he's been more criminal in here than the rest of us, he's just not worth the trouble," said the fox with a sigh.

A particularly loud cry of pain rose from the other side of the cell, followed by a shout. "Shut up, bitch!" came the voice of Azuma as anyone who was watching saw him ram himself even further into the poor fox's sheath. Azuma had grown sadistically attracted to docking, but he only let the other party have his cock in them. Rather, he forced it on them.

The cry came up as the Dalmatian shoved it even further, stretching the poor fox's sheath to beyond tolerable limits. The fox screamed his protest and Azuma had had enough.

"I said, shut up bitch!" shouted the Dalmatian, and the fox continued to whimper. His eyes were closed tightly, tears streaking down his cheeks. One of the others in the room stood up and glared at him.

"Let him go Azuma!" yelled a wolf in the room. He was another V.S., and his voice rang loudly in the room. Azuma growled and let the fox fall, whimpering, to the ground.

He turned to the male who had spoken up, his length throbbing almost angrily, and said with a very low growl, "Alright, I'll take you instead!" With a sadistic grin Azuma leapt at the wolf and pinned the smaller male to the ground. Azuma was a very large Sirian, muscles well defined since he'd been on the planet. He grinned down at the male, his tip pressed against the wolf's tailhole, and said with another growl, "You're gonna' die when I'm done with you, Foxslut."

Both Nitsuj and Devon heard this and looked at one another. "He deserves it," said the fox simply, and started to push through the crowd, aggressively headed towards Azuma. There were cheers and cries of horror as the people immediately around the two of them watched. Azuma pounded roughly into the smaller Sirian.

Nitsuj, followed by Devon, arrived at the circle surrounding the two. The fox grabbed Azuma by the neck and with a yelp from the Dalmatian, threw him off the wolf. Several foxes pinned the menace to the ground as Nitsuj helped the wolf to his feet. "Th-thank you..." said the wolf gratefully.

The arctic fox turned to Azuma and growled vehemently, and Devon stood beside him, more of a follower than a leader. Azuma threw the people pinning him off and tried to lunge at Nitsuj, but the fox was faster and within moments had the larger Sirian pinned on all fours with a smirk. He was a lot stronger than he looked. He grabbed Azuma's tail with his own and lifted it out of the way strongly.

"Alright folks. Let's give this bitch a portion of what he's serving. Anyone wanna go first?" asked the sadistically grinning fox. Azuma squirmed and tried to throw the smaller male off, but Nitsuj was strong, much stronger than him, and he was pinned but good.

One of the foxes in the crowd stepped forward, then another, and soon there was a line-up forming. Every fox in the cell, and some of the V.S.s were lined up to give the Dalmatian a taste of humiliation. Azuma squirmed and yelled out, "Get off of me!" trying desperately to get away from the line-up. The entire cell was ready to pin him to the ground for their pleasure. Nitsuj quickly snapped the Dalmatian's arms at the elbow with a sickening crunch and rolled him onto his back. Azuma cried out loudly in indescribable pain and had been effectively rendered incapable of standing up.

The fox grinned down at him and kicked him in the arm, before he grabbed the Dalmatian's left leg and twisted it out of the socket with a pop. Azuma cried out in pain again, and growled up at the fox weakly. "You fuckin-graaah" the other leg being dislocated cut him off.

"Alright folks, I need a pair of paws to keep his legs apart and keep him down," smiled the fox, and two people who really didn't want to rape the Dalmatian (they exist?) jumped out of the crowd and held his legs apart, sitting on Azuma's chest with a smirk. You could tell the two of them were lovers. They smiled at eachother as they sat there, and one of them gently nuzzled into the other, gripping Azuma's thigh with his tail.

A fox from the crowd walked up to the Dalmatian with a grin, rubbing his paws together. He was horny already, and plunged himself deep inside of the Dalmatian, not taking long to blow his load into him and getting pulled out of the way. "Okay guys, nobody tie him. Anyone want to use his OTHER holes?" said Nitsuj, and immediately a wolf ran up, the same wolf that had just been brutally penetrated by the Dalmatian, and looked down into the male's eye. Azuma was protesting all of this, crying out in pain and trying to no avail to squirm free.

Everyone toned him out.

The wolf motioned for the two holding down the brute to move away, and he grinned as he docked Azuma roughly. Another fox came up and rammed themselves in Azuma's tailhole, continuing the chain. One of them stood over him and started to paw off towards him and as they finished raping his ass the others joined, an almost never-ending stream of milky fluids spitting down on the unwilling Dalmatian.

This went on for nearly two hours before the last Sirian had used Azuma both anally and through the sheath. The Dalmatian stopped crying out, growing hoarse. He just cried and shook his head. He was horny, given, but he didn't like being used like this. Finally only Devon and Nitsuj were left. Someone in the crowd started to chant "Do-o it, do-o it, do-o it!" and the rest of the spectators joined in. Azuma was too weak and broken to fight anymore.

His fur was matted with cum, and there was a puddle at least three feet wide around his head and ass. He was so full of cum you could see his belly bulge. He was so aroused and yet so repulsed. He didn't want to undergo anymore.

It wasn't over in the slightest.

Nitsuj walked up to the Dalmatian and kneeled, looking him in the eyes. "I don't know guys... I think he's had enough," said the fox, mockingly. The crowd booed this.

"Well... it looks like he still has some fight in him... How bout you and me take him up the ass at the same time?" suggested Devon, and the fox shook his head.

"No... my friend... I'll take him anally, you sheathfuck him. Do it hard and don't show any mercy. Maybe he'll know how much it hurt. You're the biggest one here anyway, bigger than him. Go ahead... make him scream in terror," said Nitsuj with a grin.

Azuma whimpered and despite the erection managed to wet himself, the golden stream splattering, thanks to the erection, on his cheeks. He shivered and cried heavily. 'This is the end...' he thought, and he felt the massive cockhead of Devon press against his already widely-stretched sheath. He managed to look down, and there was no way the both of them would fit, even with the stretching. He whimpered and shook his head, protesting unintelligibly, but to no avail.

Devon was gentle though, at first, and slid the brutish Azuma's sheath upwards along his cockhead before he slowly pushed in. Azuma almost murred; it felt good if someone did it slowly. His pleasure was cut short though as Devon slammed his entire length down, stretching the Dalmatian beyond painful. Azuma was sure he was bleeding, and Devon knew the Dalmatian was bleeding. He also knew how to make it all the more painful.

The cry echoed through the entire prison, as Azuma felt the sharp, painful sting of salt in the wound. Devon closed his eyes and sighed lightly, and the Dalmatian cried and whimpered again, writhing in pain.

Nitsuj smirked and shook his head, laying a paw on Devon's back. The husky opened his eyes and looked back, and the fox said, "Nice touch..." before he moved himself between Azuma's legs.

The Dalmatian felt the stinging heat hit his raw tailhole and cried again, but the fox just shook his head and rammed himself into Azuma with a grunt. The crowd had long since taken to creating an orgy around them. Devon rammed roughly into and out of Azuma's sheath, the cum, blood, and urine making a squelching sound as he pleasured himself sadistically.

Azuma would have passed out, if not for the fact that the both of them were gracious enough to cum before them. Neither of them gave him the fortune of a tie, but they stared down at him with a smirk. "Think he learned his lesson, Devon?" asked Nitsuj, and the husky nodded.

As though the guards outside were waiting for them to finish, they opened the cell door and grabbed Azuma, leaving through the door aswell. No one but Nitsuj and Devon noticed it though; everyone else was caught in the throes of a passionate orgy.

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As the guards dragged Azuma through the corridors, naked, he caught sight of a wall of trophies; preserved victims of the Craganii Emperor, though he didn't know that. The hall was lined with women. One of them though had caught his eye. It was a collie, a familiar collie. Azuma recognized her immediately. It was Lynn, stuffed and mounted on the wall. Her eyes were filled with terror and she looked like she was in so much pain.

The emperor's room was right beside this trophy, and the large Craganii looked down on Azuma with typical disdain. Disdain in a Craganii is hard to spot, however, except when other Craganii were watching.

Azuma knew his life was over.

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Half an hour of screaming passed, and a guard ran into the room as the emperor was filling his latest victim. Azuma cried out as he felt the seed, an acid stronger than stomach acid, filling him, burning his insides, rupturing his membranes, killing him painfully.

Emperor! chittered the guard, The slaves in cell 3 have escaped!

The emperor got to his feet, throwing Azuma to the ground. The Dalmatian writhed, 'It'll be over soon...' he thought to himself, crying, wetting himself again, and shivering with cold.

The emperor and his guard walked to the cell and looked in. There was a gaping hole in the wall and a faint speck could be seen on the horizon.

Rebels chirped the Emperor, we'll take care of them soon enough.

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Axis sat with Jasyn in bed, nude, holding one another. Axis had tied to Jasyn and they were cuddling in the afterglow.

"Jayse..." said Axis with a small murr.

Jasyn murred back and whispered, "Yes... Kit?"

Axis smiled and kissed his mate's neck, before looking up into Jasyn's eyes. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?"

Jasyn smirked and gently let his tail stroke along his mate's side. "Oh, once or twice... but I like to hear it anyway," smirked the wolf, and Axis shook his head and yawned.

"I love you with all of the energy of the heavens. My heart beats to the rhythm of yours. I love you so much, and I'll never let you go..." whispered Axis, and Jasyn smirked again.

"You're tired, Kit... Let's go to sleep..." suggested the wolf, and Axis nodded. The two of them slowly lay down in the bed, Axis pulled up the covers around them, and they slept.

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The morning came, and Axis, Jasyn, Aries, Orion, Atlas, and Daemon had decided to go out and have a training session.

Axis and Aries were the best fighters there. Jasyn and Daemon were practicing but they were sluggish compared to the other two. Atlas and Orion needed a lot of work.

They went in duels. Axis and Aries went first and Aries had defeated Axis easily. Go figure that the ability to fly would rub off that quickly. Aries was already almost as skilled as Axis when it came to flight. The wolf had obtained the same powers that Axis had; it was remarkable how fast he learned to use them though.

Next up was Jasyn and Daemon. Jasyn was strong to lead, but Daemon pulled out ahead steadily. Jasyn fell to the ground first and was counted as defeated, and Daemon cheered.

Atlas and Orion were up next; they chose to forgo the tedious rigours of showiness. They immediately started to kick and flip, it was over before it started though, Atlas, though more experienced, fell to the ground.

They all chuckled and smirked.

"Alright; Atlas, Orion, Here's a pointer. You have to know where your weight is at all times. Shift your weight lower and you won't lose your balance. Lose your balance in a fight and you're dead. Get it?" said Jasyn with a smirk.

Axis nodded and added, "and don't forget, try to anticipate your opponent's movements. Be where he wants you to be earlier than he wants you there, or be there later. Either dodge him or counter him. Kind of like this, Jasyn I'm about to hit you."

Axis had no sooner said hit you than had kicked Jasyn's legs out from under him. He looked up with a dazed look and Axis said, "Okay, there was no real reason for that, I just wanted to see you fall on your ass."

Jasyn chuckled and said, "Oh yeah?" before kicking out and removing Axis' legs from the ground. The fox fell sprawled on his back, and Jasyn leapt on him with a grin, pinning him down. "I just wanted to see you fall on your ass, love," said the wolf with a smirk. Three shots impacted the ground nearby and all six of them immediately leapt to their feet and looked around.

"You're lucky we're not Crag, otherwise you'd be a corpse right now Jayse," said Phillips as she walked out of the nearby shadows. "You HAD to have picked up on my scent! The smell of engine-grease is something even I can detect a mile away."

"We were busy fucking one another," snickered Axis, and Jasyn hugged him gently.

A resounding "Yeah!" came from the rest of them, followed by a simultaneous chuckle.

"You guys may want to check this out. There's another Rebel group on the other side of the planet. They're larger than us in numbers and they've detected slipstream activity a few systems over. There's a fleet coming, and it looks like they'll be here in a couple weeks. It looks like our armada has finally arrived," informed Phillips.

"The Crag must have detected it too... They'll be preparing their fleet. We need to prepare ourselves, to bring them in safe," said Jasyn, starting to head towards the base.

They all went into the base and up to the meeting room where Varu, Litman, Roman, The Chieftain, and the Sirian commanders say, talking about strategies.

"Ah! Lieutenant Levi and Lieutenant Phillips. How goes the incorporation of the Craganii cloaking device we've recovered?"

They had been trying to make their ships cloakable, trying to build their own cloaking device, but none of the prototypes worked, and the Craganii cloak that was recovered was incompatible. They were working steadily.

"Well, we cloaked a Striker-Interceptor for about three seconds, before the cloak blew up. The ship will still fly, but it'll need a new power generator. We're making some progress, but without any theory to go on-" started Axis.

"I've got a theory..." said Jasyn, interrupting.

"Go ahead Lieutenant," said Varu.

"Well... is there a screen in here?" asked Jasyn. The desired technology dropped down and Jasyn nodded. "Alright... Now, this is a ship," started Jasyn, using a circle to represent the craft. "Now, when you activate the cloak, we know that they emit non-oxygen ions. He-1, H+1, for every negative ion there's a positive ion. Perhaps it's the ions coursing over the hull that refracts the light from behind and bends it around the craft. Like, a very weak black hole. Instead of swallowing the light it instead bends it, rendering it invisible. I, don't suppose that makes much sense though..." said Jasyn quietly.

Axis smirked and started clapping, followed by Shell and even the captains.

"Jayse... it made perfect sense. What you're suggesting is that the ionic polarity, being neutral as it were, of the entire ship, causes the light to refract around the craft. Thus, when viewed optically we can't perceive it. Aswell, when the craft is emitting that much interference it is rendered invisible to all Radar, LIDAR, and heat detecting sensors. However, the one thing that it screams at is an Ionic Detection grid. It doesn't use any physical gravity, but it uses the mirroring properties exhibited by this kind of theoretical field to cause the craft to disappear. In laymen's terms, it bends light so that you can't see it, and jams sensors so you can't detect it. Jasyn, you're brilliant!" said Axis, smiling proudly. Jasyn smiled just as proudly, and the two of them shared a knowing glance.

Phillips made a few mental hypotheses and said, "If Jasyn's theory works, the cloaking devices should be simple to build. They'd need their own fuel-cell however and a power cell to itself."

Jasyn's name would later show up in engineering texts on Earth as the creator of the Ionic Refraction principle, among other accomplishments made by the Sirian group.

At the moment, however, Axis and Phillips ran to their lab to start work on a new prototype.

'Me?' thought Jasyn, 'a genius?' He let the thought linger for awhile and shook it off, 'nah, I'm not a genius, just very, very lucky.'

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The Ship was quiet, hanging in space. It was moving, but you couldn't tell. It was moving at Super-Slipstream velocity, but the usual strings that accompany slipstream were nonexistent. They had broken from the slip route. They were slowly falling out of slipstream and into normal space.

The ship was a battleship of human design. It had pulled the other craft out of slipstream with it, a dangerous tactic but a necessary one. A black hole was intercepting the slip route several light-years ahead. They'd have to bypass it and take a longer route. There was another route, but it was slower. It'd take them at least another month to make it to the planet.

As the craft slowly stopped motion and had a conference, the nearby sun licked out in a solar flare. It was far distant in comparison of Earth to Sol, but it was enough to throw their communications out of whack. They couldn't go anywhere until they had communications back, and so they'd be there, in that remote system, for a long while.

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Bwahahah! Okay, so are you happy with the chapter folks? I'm CERTAIN some of you find it a fitting end to a right jackass. Anyway, comments make me want to write to either continue to impress you or to shut you up. Usually the former... :p but either way, give me comments or I shall sic Foamy on you!

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