Through the Horizon: It’s Good to be Wrong
#2 of Through the Horizon
Hello all, I'm proud to release the first chapter of Through the Horizon. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. James Goode belongs to Seamus Volp. The talented Dasher Cheetah assisted me with this story, please give him the credit he so very much deserves. I couldn't do what I do without him, so from the bottom of my heart, thank you Dasher. Finally, expect may twists and turns in this series. No character is safe, not even Bane.
Through the Horizon: It's Good to be Wrong
Ron and Bane walked into the Command Room to find that the transmitter had indeed been patch-worked into their equipment and brought up to full power again. Commander Taylor's voice rang out of the speaker and this time it was good news not bad. The two fleets had arrived, but it was not ships of the Wolven Empire, as they feared. One was a fleet of eight human ships; the other was a fleet of twelve fox ships. Neither were official delegations from the respective world's governments. Both were technically "outlaws." Bane gave a deep sigh of relief. "Thank goodness . . . Please extend my warmest regards and welcome to them. Invite them to send a delegation down for a meeting with me and we will see where things stand, Commander." Commander Taylor replied, "I will do that, sir." With that he was off. Further news came in and it appeared that there was indeed a number of escape vehicles from the defeated wolf ships heading towards the planet. As a courtesy, the Fox ships dealt with them, blowing them out of space before heading into orbit. Bane noted the leaders of each fleet were eager to speak with him. If they would join him, he would be in a better position to continue his fight with the wolf empire. If not, Bane didn't know what he could do. He had lost many ships and their crews, his base was damaged severely and his supplies were quickly being used to repair what he could salvage from the remains. He determined that it was best to have the meeting here, in the base. It was his center of power and they needed to see what had been done. He had taken damage yes but he hadn't been beaten and in fact had dealt the wolves a strong blow to their own power and pride. Bane had done what neither of the other sides in this war had and even though he had taken damage, he was the only thing standing between the empire and its attempts to conquer the human and fox worlds. Soon both leaders had beamed down and were escorted to Bane's office. Fortunately the door had been fixed as had the table. Therefore it appeared to be at least half way normal and like he was prepared to continue business as usual. Appearance was important if he was going to gain allies in this war.
Bane sat at his desk awaiting the two leaders to join him in his office. He was tired, his fur reeked of sweat and death, his uniform no longer neat and pressed. He looked like what he was, a leader from the front of his forces, not an armchair general. He had one ship in orbit that was damaged severely, and his base was nearly destroyed. There was so much on his mind, so much he wanted to wail and scream about. However now was not the time for it. No, now he needed to be strong, he needed to show everybody exactly how strong he could be. This was the ultimate test of a leader. To remain calm under such difficult circumstances. As his mind drifted from memory to memory of both his departed mate and his lover; the door hissed open and in stepped one fox and one human. Bane stood up and introduced himself, "Gentleman, my name is Banehollow Ares Accendo, and I am the leader of this alliance." The human spoke first and said, "My name is James Goode, I am the leader of the human rebellion." Next the fox spoke up and said, "My name is Justin Amore I am the leader of the fox fleet. Bane didn't want to remain behind his desk. It would separate him from them and he needed them to join with him. He wanted them to feel as though they would be equals and not just a member of the rank and file. Motioning them to the table, he sat in the center and both of the leaders joined him on either side. They were wary of each other as neither had a trust of the other but in Bane, they had common ground. The alliance was a place where it had been shown that Humans, Foxes and yes, even Wolves could work together and be friends. Taking turns, they discussed their collective pasts. Bane first filled them in on this history of the alliance and what it stood for. Not just the defeat of their common enemy, the wolf empire, but the peaceful coexistence of all three races and cooperation so that all could prosper and grow. Then James spoke up and said, "You see, my group formed shortly after the start of the war. The human empire was corrupt, but they left the citizens alone for the most part, permitting us to make our living in whatever way we chose. After the war started they cracked down on everything and labeled anybody who spoke out against them anti-human and anti-government. Naturally this caused problems but many saw through it. A group of humans as well as several non-humans started the movement that I now lead. We eventually founded a colony on Mars that was on the fringe of their society. Part of yet separate from the earth based government. We signed a treaty with the human empire to be left alone. However soon after you made your presence known, they went back on their word. The wolf empire was months away from winning the war and they needed the ships we had at our disposal. We refused their request, and as a result we started fighting a war within a war. We have kept a close eye on your progress. We were highly interested in joining, and when we got word of a wolf attack on this base, we decided the time seemed right." Bane listened intently to James's words. It was very interesting indeed to see a group within the human empire having the courage to stand up to such a strong power simply for what they believed in. "Well," said Bane, "from what you have said, you are interested in individual liberties for your people. Am I correct?" "Yes that's correct. It is a key requirement for our membership, that we be guaranteed basic freedoms." Bane nodded and responded, "Well, I acknowledge the need for them, as well as the desire for them. In fact, it is the normal condition, where I'm from. However this is war and war is hell. I'm afraid what you ask isn't possible to guarantee until after the war is won. To have everyone doing their own things is only going to help the empire win. I need you all to follow my commands, if we are going to defeat them." James nodded his head. "We understand that, but we assume you will set up a collective government when you win the war will you not." This caught Bane off guard slightly. The truth was he hadn't actually given after the war much thought. Bane looked from the human to the fox and placed his paws on the table as he said, "To be honest gentleman, I've not had time to think that far ahead into the future. Until now we've survived day by day never knowing if tomorrow will come. Each step forward brings more challenges. However I will say this. If and when we win this war, I will see to it that we collectively decide what to do and lend my support to see that personal freedoms are guaranteed. I have no interest in seeing a dictatorship or empire rise from my efforts. That way only leads to disaster for us all."
Justin listened to the discussion between Bane and James with extreme interest. Until now his contact with humans was limited at best. This group's history was fascinating to say the least. Then the attention turned to him and it was the fox's turn to share his history. "Well you see I am technically a pirate. I and my band of pirates set up quite a network in the fox empire. The war meant we could flourish as most of the empire's resources were devoted to fighting the war. Granted, at the start we never gave thought to the prospect of losing the war. It was just a given that we would win. As the war progressed it became obvious that the wolf empire had the upper hand. We began lending a paw whenever we could to help support the fox empire. After all, we are part of the fox empire and to let it fall would endanger us all. Besides, without the fox empire, we would have no place to conduct business and I am sure the wolves would not turn a blind eye to our activities for long. At first they objected, but soon it was needed. The wolf empire has too many advantages for us to defeat them alone and anyone and everyone could see it. If we are to survive, we need allies to defeat them and your group offers the best chance for that. You have done more to beat back the empire than either we or the humans have for many years and in a very short time with little if any resources." Bane listened with interest to the story. Then he posed the question James was about to ask. "Well Justin, if you were supporting the fox, then why did you come to our rescue? I'm sure you are aware that they want us captured as much as the humans and wolves do." Justin nodded his head, "I was indeed aware of this. To be honest it's the main reason I'm here. Anybody the fox empire hates as much as they do you must be doing something right. You see, the empire is well beyond its "golden years". The leadership is corrupt, the military is underfunded, and the citizens are greatly unhappy. But tradition keeps the current system in place. My hope is this will change all of that. If helping you can bring about the defeat of the wolves and spark a change in the leadership of the fox, then I am all for it."
Bane suddenly realized the weight that had been placed on his shoulders. Not only did he have to somehow put the alliance back on stable footing, he had to gain another means of supplying his materials and find a new way to protect them. He also had two groups looking for him to change the empires they were parts of and it was so much to be responsible for that Bane felt slightly overwhelmed by it all. Still, there was no one else who could do it and he was not going to give in to the desire to quit now. Sitting straighter in his chair, Bane let his strength of character show to the other leaders. He would be as strong as he needed to be and inspire not only his own forces but show these prospective allies that they were backing the right side. The conversation continued onward for several more hours. It drifted from topic to topic, and overall Bane felt sure that they would join. The meeting ended with both parties excusing themselves without a formal commitment which did concern him slightly. However, he understood that they would need to return to their ships and inform their own sides of what had been discussed, and then get agreement of the people under them before any kind of commitment could be made. He had hopes that both factions would agree and join him but until then it was time to concern himself with other matters. He got up and walked into the control room. His executive officer approached him, "Sir, may I speak with you in private?" Bane nodded and led the fox into his office. "What's on your mind Mike?" His second in command said, "Well sir, I believe I may have a proposition that solves our power problem and our defense problem." Bane took a seat in one of his chairs. "You have my attention." "You see sir; one of our ships is heavily damaged. It needs extensive repairs. In theory, we can land it on the planet for repairs, but I don't know if we can get it back into space. Its drive systems are almost shot and we don't have the parts to replace them. What I propose is that we could land it and make it an extension of the base. The hole where the gun was is more than large enough for the ship to fit into and we can then tap into its power and use it for what parts we can scavenge to repair some of the damaged systems on base. The ships weapons will help shore up our base defenses, which we badly need too. Not only that, we will be able to make use of the ship personnel to aid in work here. They would probably have to come down here anyway as living conditions onboard are tenuous at best.." Bane sat and listened at the proposal with extreme interest. The negative side was that it cost them a ship, but the positive side was it gave them more room and more power. Bane thought over the prospect of it but ultimately decided it was the best choice. "Ok Mike that is a good plan and good thinking. Make it so."
Bane followed Mike back into the control room and watched as it sprang to life. His staff was implementing his orders and the ship was beginning landing procedures. Bane could see that his taking charge had helped the moral of his personnel. It was indecision and lack of direction that had weighed most on the subordinate personnel. With a firm leader, they could let him worry about what to do, sure that he would take care of them to the best of his considerable abilities. It didn't take long to get the ship on the ground, and it was very clear that the ship would no longer support itself in space. It had sustained so much hull damage that Bane was shocked it made it back into the atmosphere. As planned it set down in the hole the gun had left, and its landing shook the already unstable base. It caused a little more damage but nothing that couldn't be fixed. Bane called Ron in to tell him what he had ordered done and let his friend know that he had something to work with now, as well as more technicians to help him. The sight of his friend was a bit of a shock to Bane. He was tired, thin and his usually immaculate fur was dirty, stained and unkempt. It was not only the work that was weighing the Fox down but the loss of his friends too that was having a deep psychological affect on him. Bane would have liked to be able to order everyone to stand down and take a rest, so he could take care of his remaining best friends needs but there just wasn't the time right now. Patting Ron on the back, Bane looked at his friend and smiled as he said, "It will be alright soon, Ron. Things will settle down eventually and we will have time to talk and rest. You are doing a fantastic job my friend and believe me, I appreciate it." Ron looked up tiredly but he managed a smile and you could see the words had the effect of making him feel better, as Bane had intended they should. This was a relief to the over worked fox engineer and he was grateful for it. He had been running out of ideas for what more he could do. Pulling solutions out of his ass was something he had been doing already but parts and equipment were beyond his talents to produce. Heading off to take stock of what the ship had, he left Bane to deal with the never ending job of trying to rebuild his base and assess the overall situation. Bane was hard at work when he next was interrupted by the captain of the newly landed ship, reporting in to him for new orders. With his ship grounded, he was out of a job but knew there would be other things he would be needed for. He also had things that Bane needed to know and he wouldn't let them be known or intercepted by enemies or potential allies. Bane carried him into his office and waved him into a chair instead of making the captain stand and report. Everybody was tired and formality was the last thing on Bane's mind. Sitting gratefully, the captain told him about the space battle and how it had looked from the thick of it. He next looked nervous as he told Bane, "Before the destruction of the Wolf ship that took out most of their forces, there was teleportation from it to my ship of a wolf officer, a most unusual fox with green fur and Dasher." At hearing this, Bane sat up with shock and surprise. Dasher had made it back? Bane shouted, "Dasher is alive? Where is he? Take me to him NOW!" The Captain sat up and gulped as he had to continue with his report and crush the sudden hope he had seen in his commander's face. Sadly, he said, "I can't do that sir. Please, hear me when I say that I deeply wish I could but Dasher was injured gravely. He was too badly hurt to be able to tell anyone what had happened and how he was able to escape the ship before it exploded. He was taken to the medical bay and treated with everything we could do for him but the doctor did not know what had happened to him or just what was wrong with him." Bane's heart sank, sure he was going to be told that the cheetah had died and been lost, just as his hopes had been raised. Getting control of himself with difficulty, Bane told the captain to continue. The captain felt terrible at seeing how his news had already caused Bane more pain than he had expected. News that Bane and Dasher had been friends was not secret in the alliance. The captain had lost many friends of his own in this damned war, so he knew well the pain he was dealing out to his commander. If he could have softened this in any way, he would have but there was nothing he could do but go on. With much sympathy in his eyes, he said, "We were in route back to base to see if there was anything here that could help him but. . . He disappeared." Bane looked at him in silence, trying to understand what he had been told. Dasher had disappeared? Disappeared how? What did that mean? Seeing the confusion on the wolf's face, the commander went on, "He was in the medical bay under observation and being cared for in every way he could be, sir. He was only left alone for a few minutes but somehow, it seems he woke up. He pulled out the intervenes lines and monitoring pads. There was a trail of blood leading out of the door and it disappeared. I had the whole ship alerted to search for him. We looked everywhere he could have gotten to but we found no sign of him." John stood up and hit the desk with his fist as he shouted, "He couldn't have gotten off the ship! You didn't look hard enough!" Turning to his communicator, Bane signaled for his second in command and ordered that every available person be sent to the ship and for it to be searched inch by inch until Dasher was found. If he was alive, time was essential. If he wasn't. . . . Bane wanted his body. Scott and Bill had left no remains to be cared for. If Dasher was dead, he owed it to the cheetah to have his body found and properly honored. At least Bane could do that for his friend and lover. It was also important that the alliance had its heroes to be looked up to. Burying him with honors would help the members of the alliance forces know that he had died a hero and would be treated as such. Because they needed those they could look up to and Bane was determined to make Dasher one of those, if he couldn't be found alive and saved.
Before this happened and word was sent out to all base members, Ron had gone aboard the ship to begin his work. The ship was nearly empty as wounded were taken off and crew worked to see that things were safe after the landing. Ron had ordered that connections to the base be made as soon as possible. He had looked at what was available for transfer to supply the base's needs and was on one of the lowest decks to be sure the drive engines would not pose a hazard to the ship or base. There were holes everywhere where hull plates had been breached and damage everywhere. These could taken care of later and Ron was grateful he didn't have to worry about working in a vacuum too. It was dark down here and as he shone his flashlight around to check for more damage, he caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning the light that way, he was astounded to see an animal form appear. It was crouched down in fright and shivering. Looking closer, Ron was astounded to see a wolf, a real earth wolf crouched and looking back at him! It blinked in the light of the flashlight and Ron could see a pair of golden eyes looking back at him for couple seconds before it turned and ran away. Ron tried to follow but it was smaller than he and could get thru gaps he couldn't fit thru. A silhouette appeared in the light coming thru a gap in the hull plates and it was gone. It had escaped to the outside. Ron struggled to get out of the tight place he was in and he went for his tools. Picking up a communicator, he called the command deck and asked to be patched thru to the ships commander. This was too unexpected not to report and the commander would know if he had a pet wolf onboard. In Bane's office, his communicator signaled for attention and the wolf answered. He had it on speaker so the captain was listening as Ron said, "Bane? I was trying to get hold of the captain of the grounded ship to ask him a question." Bane told Ron to go ahead, the captain was there with him so Ron told them what he had seen and asked if they had a pet wolf onboard or was it an experimental animal? The captain looked as confused as Bane was at hearing the question. He answered," No! Absolutely not. We have no animals on-board. Are you sure that you saw this? Could it have gotten on-board from outside somehow?" Bane said, "yes, there are holes everywhere, but there are no animals like that that they have seen on this planet." He called his second officer to check that his information was correct and it was confirmed that there were no canine type animals, native to the planet. He doubted Ron could have been mistaken but could it be an illusion from the fox's tired mind? He had been very stressed and over worked in trying to keep things going. Bane asked and Ron admitted he was tired but he didn't think he was that tired. Bane considered it a moment, then said he was going to send some people to help and search the area for answers. He wanted Ron to show them where he had seen the wolf and they would see what could be found. Ron acknowledged his orders and went back to his work while he waited for the soldiers to arrive.
As Ron worked, he felt as though he was being watched. He turned around just in time to see a Sergeant step though the bulkhead door on the other side of the compartment and between them was the same wolf he had just reported. Ron gasped and as sudden as the wolf was there, it was gone again. The officer approached Ron, his legs shaking slightly, "Ron, please tell me you saw that?" Ron couldn't speak but instead simply nodded that he had indeed witnessed the event. Ron looked at the officer, "I picked a hell of a year to stop drinking!" Ron then once again called Bane and reported the sighting again, this time the officer backed up what was said. A full search of the entire ship was ordered but nothing was found. Ron ran a check in the room for toxins in the air that would explain the sight, but there were neither toxins nor radiation that would explain it. Quite simply it was a mystery that they couldn't explain. Bane just shook his head; the strain of everything had obviously caused his staff to start seeing things. Even more concerned about the state of Ron's mind, he ordered Ron to go and get a nice long rest. They couldn't afford him making a mistake that might cause damage or explosions on the ship and neither did he want his friend to injure himself. Ron didn't have to be ordered a second time and left the ship. The other engineers could deal with the rest of what needed to be done. He was tired and would get some well needed rest. Ron walked though the base, thinking of how much had happened over the past hours. He coughed a bit as he walked; there was still much dust in the air from the assault, as well as the scent of scotched materials in the air. He had lost two good friends, and this was at the center of his thoughts. It was all just too much for this tired fox's brain to process. He reached his door and typed in the access code. With a hesitant hiss the door opened and he walked into his quarters. He stepped though the door and it slid shut behind him. As the lights came up in the room, he was shocked to see the wolf once again but this time it was standing in his room. Ron froze, unable to move from a combination of fear and excitement. The two just looked at each other for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only second. It was obvious that there was more to this creature than what appeared to be. He also realized this was indeed a real creature as another had also witnessed it. The two animals stood in the room and continued to watch each other, each waiting for the other to make a move. Fear flooded through Ron's system, he needed to run, to escape, to go get help! Just as he took a step backwards for the door, the wolf did something Ron didn't expect. It jumped forward to put it's paws on his shoulders and pinned him against the door. The feral wolf did not snarl or growl at Ron. It sniffed his face and whined, then gave him a lick along the side of his muzzle. To say that Ron was surprised was an understatement. He was frozen in shock and fright, looking into the wolf's face and again, he noticed the golden eyes staring into his. What happened next was absolutely beyond anything the Fox could have expected and his tired mind could process. The wolf dropped to his paws and turned around. It walked slowly away from the frozen Fox, swaying it's hips and wagging it's tail. In fact, it not only wagged it, it held it higher than a wolf normally would and Ron could actually see it was a male, not to mention it's tail hole briefly. It padded over to his bed, placed its front paws on the mattress, and raised its tail completely exposing its pucker. The wolf then looked back at Ron and gave a soft whimper as it seemed to be waiting for something. Ron couldn't take his eyes off of it. Something about this wolf drew him closer. It was familiar to him, as if he was looking at an old friend but Ron knew he had never met a feral wolf in his life. The musk of the rump he was looking at wafted to his nose and it was intoxicating, further clouding the Fox's sense of judgment. As he was watching it, he could almost see it shiver in a combination of need and anticipation. It gave another whimper that sounded like a plea to Ron's ears. He approached the animal slowly and began to remove his clothing. As he lowered his uniform pants, the wolf once again did something unexpected. It got off of the bed and seemed to smile up at him before it stuck it's nose into Ron's balls where it inhaled deeply. Ron let out a deep moan and felt a chill of fear as the wolf took Ron's furry balls into its maw and began licking them slowly. Though those fearful teeth were around his vulnerable testicles, it was supremely careful. Ron could feel his sheath swell as the tip of his meat began to rise from its furry home. The wolf, smelling Ron's arousal, let go of his balls and began to lap at the exposed section of cock. Under this assault of attention, it quickly grew to full mast and began to leak pre. In a final act of preparation, the wolf took Ron's entire shaft of throbbing male meat into its maw and gave it a nice long suck and lick. He then released his cock and once again turned to place its front paws on Ron's bed. In a daze, Ron got behind the wolf and crouched slightly to place his cock at the warm and inviting pucker. If he hadn't been so tired, if he hadn't been in a light state of shock from recent events, and maybe more importantly, if it hadn't been so long since his sexual needs had been taken care of, Ron would never have considered doing this but he was and it had been so long. . . Ron reached his paws down and gripped the hips of the wolf. He could feel the wolf's muscles shiver at the touch of the fox. Something was just so familiar; it was so close to the surface of his mind yet so far at the same time. The feral wolf slowly began pushing backward and Ron's meat slipped into the pucker. Ron's mind was screaming for him to stop, to run away, to flee but his body wasn't listening. Ron gripped the wolf's hips tighter with his paws and slammed into the wolf's rump with one savage thrust. A mutual groan was expressed and Ron set up a moderate pace. As Ron pounded into the wolf, he reached down and began to fondle the wolf's furry balls and sheath. Under this attention, the wolf's meat slipped from its sheath and quickly grew to full mast. On instinct Ron gripped it with his paw and began to work it to the best of his abilities. Ron pumped it faster and faster and slowly picked up his fucking rate. With great effort, Ron synchronized his pumping and humping efforts. Both animal's knots began to swell under this renewed assault from Ron. Ron, feeling the canine's knot form, gripped it and began massaging it. The wolf began to shiver under the assault Ron was giving him. Ron could tell the wolf was close and wanted to make it pleasurable for both of them. With a howl the wolf began to orgasm, and as the wolf was orgasming Ron slammed his knot deep into the wolf locking them together. Ron filled the wolf's bowels with his hot foxy seed. Ron yelled with a pleasure he had never before felt anything like. The entire room seemed to fade away as Ron began to see stars due to the pleasure tsunami that was being unleashed upon his body.
Bane walked through the base toward Ron's room. The thoughts of the events ran though his head like a movie. It would have been easy for him to curl up and shut down but too many people needed him. Right now his good friend Ron needed him so Bane made himself continue walking down the hallway to Ron's room. He was deeply worried about his foxy. As he reached Ron's door, he could hear the fox yelling from inside! He quickly typed in the override command and ran into the room. What he found shocked him beyond all belief. In front of him was Ron knotted into the wolf that half the base had now reported seeing. "RON!" yelled Bane, "what are you doing?" Ron was abruptly snapped out of this trance. He shook his head and then became aware of the wolf currently attached to his cock. "Well . . ." said the fox, "this is different." "Ron," said Bane, "remain perfectly still." The feral wolf looked at Bane and the two locked eyes. Bane couldn't describe it, but something was familiar about this wolf. Something was almost painfully familiar about the whole situation but Bane was positive he had never before encountered anything so strange! After a few seconds Bane took a step forward. He needed to make sure the animal would remain calm and not harm Ron by trying to escape. Watching his movements, the wolf remained motionless. He then took another step with the same results. Bane then carefully moved around Ron and approached the wolf. He had never before seen such a being as this wolf, though he did know what it was. Afterall, it was what his own race had sprung from so it was like a human encountering a simian that would one day give rise to the race of man. He stood by the wolf and examined him. It was a brown wolf, just as had been described, but where could it have come from? Bane carefully stuck his paw out to inspect the wolf, and half expected to be bitten at this attempt. To his dismay the wolf remained calm but sniffed his paw, then whined in a friendly manner. This was unprecedented but Bane decided to take a chance. He reached forward further and cautiously petted the wolf's head. The wolf shut it's eyes and panted happily so Bane tried rubbing it's ears. He felt something hard, where only soft flesh and fur should be. He moved the wolf's ear around to get a better look at the object. Bane's breath caught in his throat as he found an earring in the wolf's ear. The wolf almost seemed to smile at Bane as he found it. He stepped back a few steps and just looked at the wolf. It couldn't be, it just wasn't possible! Before him was a wolf with Dasher's earring. It had to be Dasher as this would explain its origin. Like the old stories of Sherlock Holmes and the famous detectives methods of deduction came to Bane's mind; when all other explanations have been eliminated, the remaining answer, no matter how improbable, must be the correct one. "Umm... Ron?" began Bane, "I think you've found Dasher!" Ron followed Bane's line of sight to the earring that was in the wolf's ear. Sure enough, it was the exact one Dasher wore. Furthermore they knew it couldn't be removed without Dasher himself pulling it out. The medical reports made when Dasher was checked out aboard the ship showed that it had indeed still been in the cheetah's ear. This wolf was Dasher, but how and why? These questions must be answered! A grunt from Ron broke Bane's concentration as another load flowed from the fox and into the wolf. The look of enjoyment on the wolf's face only helped confirm that it was indeed the cheetah, in the wolf's form. Bane giggled to himself, leave it to the fox to not only find Dasher but to fuck him as well. . . Or maybe, as Bane considered it further, leave it to the horney cheetah to entice Ron into fucking him. Bane's giggles grew louder as his joy over finding Dasher alive grew. He had gotten back someone dear to him who he had thought lost along with Scott and Bill. No matter how it had happened, Bane didn't care. He was just too happy to have his friend back.