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A note: This story is rather long so do not read it unless you have enough time committed. This story contains scenes of semi-hyperphallic (10 to 12 inches) oral and anal yiff between two males. If this isn't your cup of tea you are advised to skip that part of the story or not even read the story at all. If you are not fond of anything in the story, I would appreciate if you would not give me a poor rating just because the story contains something you don't like. Judge me by style, not content. And on that note please enjoy chapter one of Cerberus Pack!

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Nadal brushed the waist-cape of his Padawan training gear to the side as he went into a kneel before his master. He lowered his lupine head, pressing his ears against the sides of his head in respect towards the Jedi knight that was his trainer. "My master," he said, his voice calm and soothing, "the mission you have tasked me with is complete."

The wolf's master, a human named Malek Dridan, did not turn to face his apprentice. He stood at one of the large windows on board his command ship, the Conquest II. The room was large and spacious and had an air of importance about it. The floor and ceiling shared the same dark grey color, except the floor had a heavy layer of chrome to it, making it somewhat reflective. The walls were an ambient white and made the room seem larger than it was. The Jedi knight's experienced eyes gazed over the surface of the planet Alderaan. His hands were crossed behind his back. "Then, the droid factory over Malastare has been destroyed?"

Nadal's eyes never left the shiny floor. "Yes, Master. The once massive factory is now but a smoldering ruin on the planet's surface."

His master finally turned away from the window. He didn't move except to rotate his head to the left, still not looking directly at the wolf. His eyes gazed intelligently at the adjacent wall. Their irises were as white as his hair. "Excellent," the human said. He rotated his body to completely face his kneeling apprentice. The brown folds of his cloak swayed gently against his white armor as he moved. The cloak was bound to his waist by a black sash, attached to which was a Jedi lightsaber. "You have done our order a great service, Nadal. I am proud to have been able to call you my apprentice."

The wolf raised his head slightly, but still did not take his eyes off the floor. "To have been able to? Master, I don't understand."

Dridan smiled at his apprentice. "Rise, my student," he commanded. "You need not avert your eyes any longer. I have but one more test for you before we lose our connection as master and pupil. At the end of this final mission, you are to be declared a Jedi knight."

Nadal slowly rose to standing, utilizing the force to lift himself onto his feet. His dark-brown cloak was covered by white chest, shoulder, and arm plating. Beneath his cloak he wore armored legging so that the dark fabric could hang loosely about his legs. His tail swished elegantly beneath it. The dark coloration was an excellent compliment to his black fur. Like his master, a black sash was tied around his waist, connecting his lightsaber to him. "Name your assignment, Master. I shall complete it with the utmost speed and efficiency."

"You must understand, Nadal," Dridan said loudly. "This task is not an easy one. There is a good chance you will not survive."

Nadal gazed his master dead in the eye. "A slight chance of victory is still a chance of victory, Master. I accept your challenge, whatever it shall be."

"Good," the knight replied. "Here is your mission. Our intelligence has located a remote pocket of Sith on the planet Korriban. We originally thought that the old tomb world had been abandoned by the Sith. Apparently we were wrong. We have been told that the scum are raising an army to fight the Republic. The Sith Accademy on Korriban has apparently been recommissioned and is being used as a training ground for Sith apprentices. That is all the information we have been able to acquire, due to some sort of cloak being projected over the entire planet. Your objective is to locate the source of the cloak: an artifact we believe to be called the Dark Sheen. Locate where they are hiding it, and, if you can, secure it from them. Return here, to our ship, when you complete your mission."

Nadal bowed his head slightly. "I shall depart at once, my Master."

The six-foot-two-inch wolf turned to leave the room. He walked about ten steps before his Master called back to him. "Nadal!" he said. The wolf turned his head to look back to the Jedi knight. Dridan continued. "Do not underestimate the power of the dark side, and above all, do not _over_estimate your own power. Know your limitations and work with them, not against them. If you rush into a battle you cannot win, you will not win it. Remember your training and your mission will be successful."

The wolf looked back towards his master. "I will not fail you, Master. Your teachings have given me great strength, and I will be victorious. I shall return soon."

And with that Nadal reached his arms to the sides of his head and drew his hood from his shoulders to over his head, shielding his face from sight. The canine turned away from his master and made to exit the observation room. As he strode through the open door, he could barely hear his master say with a soft tone, "May the force be with you, Master Hadar."

Three days later...

Nadal slowly maneuvered his transport ship towards the volcanic planet known as Korriban. The wolf felt a small buzzing in the back of his head; the entire planet was teeming with dark side. Confident in his ship's sensorial cloak, he brought the small vessel to the planet's surface. He found and touched down in a shallow, narrow canyon about a half-mile away from the Sith Academy. The rear hatch of his shuttle slid open and he took his first steps onto the barren world. He jumped out of the canyon, utilizing the force to propel himself fifteen feet in the air and onto the ledge above.

The trek to the Academy was slow, due to the necessity of stealth. He managed to slip by the two patrols that he encountered, silently bounding over the rocks towards his target. It wasn't hard to find. A massive dark-stone temple loomed over the rocky terrain. Nadal crouched over one of the many dark rocks, watching the entrance. A few apprentices stood outside the temple, hoods pulled off so as they conversed with one another. Direct entry to the temple was blocked. He'd have to find another way around.

He slid down the rock's surface and crept his way around to the left side of the temple. He was lucky enough to find a secondary entrance in the form of a small gate carved into the rock. Two guards watched over the gate, their hands resting on their lightsabers. Although they were armed, Nadal could sense that the two were not force sensitive. He quickly used the force to dislodge a small hunk of rock, causing it to roll noisily down the jagged hill. The two guards went on high-alert, pulling their sabers from their belts but not yet activating them. They walked over to the source of the noise, allowing Nadal to dash quickly through the gate and into the Sith Academy.

The easy part was over with; Nadal was now inside. The difficult part was now to locate the Dark Sheen. The wolf strolled through the corridors as if he owned the place, paw hovering over his saber for a quick-draw, scanning for some sort of indicator. He walked through the Academy undisturbed for a while before he turned the corner. He stumbled head-on into a guard. The alien patroller yelled something in a foreign tongue that was probably something along the lines of, "Hey!" He made a move to grab his blaster from his side. Nadal acted quickly, but not intelligently. He drew his saber and promptly severed the guard's arm. Had he acted a moment later, the alien would have killed him.

The alien howled loudly in pain. Nadal swung his saber a second time, this time decapitating the man. His screams had fallen silent but had attracted others. One of the numerous apprentices, clothed in the grey armor and black fabrics dashed around a bend up ahead, staring at the hooded Nadal. The apprentice, a pale-skinned human male, drew his red lightsaber and charged at Nadal. Knowing that he couldn't possibly defeat every apprentice and guard in the Academy (never mind the numerous and highly-skilled trainers), Nadal flipped his saber to a backhand-hold and started running. His speed was impressive and he quickly outran the apprentice, but two more appeared at the end of the next hallway.

He dashed to the left to avoid the apprentices, continuing down another long hallway. A guard poked his head out of a doorway, drawing a blaster to point at the speeding canine. A quick shot of force-push knocked him against the wall and out of consciousness. Nadal made a right turn. There were four Sith apprentices about twenty feet behind him. The canine sprinted to the left, then the left again, then to the right. Then he stopped dead in his tracks. There was the energetic sound of a lightsaber activating. He registered a horrible pain in his abdomen, right where his belly button was. Most surprisingly, however, was the sight of a fox standing before him. He was a few inches taller than Nadal and colored much like an ordinary fox, only his orange parts were dyed black. His eyes were blue and beautiful and gave a false sense of niceness to whoever viewed them. The fox smiled innocently at the young Jedi as he held the handle of a lightsaber in his paw. The red blade plunged through the wolf's stomach and out his back.

The four apprentices behind Nadal stood proudly, smiling at the sight of the impaled Jedi apprentice. A trickle of blood dripped from the corner of the wolf's mouth, making its way down through his luscious black fur. He fought with all his strength to keep from falling. If his legs buckled, he would fall to his knees and the lightsaber would split him in two. Almost mercifully, the fox suddenly ripped the blade from the wolf's stomach. He collapsed into a heap onto the floor, stomach steaming and blood dripping from his mouth. Then everything went black.

* * *

One day later...

Rahm Shadaal lowered his head and pressed his palms together in front of his chest in a bow to his master. The six-foot-four-inch wolf's face remained emotionless as his master inspected his lightsaber. "Excellent work," the shorter, wiser Togruta female stated to her apprentice. "You have become a master at assembling your lightsaber. I am impressed."

"Your teachings have taught me well," the wolf said, raising his head to look at his teacher, "Master Ullah."

"Your training is nearly complete, Rahm. You know that you cannot be a Jedi knight, for I am forbidden to have an apprentice until I have had more experience. But when I found you on that barren world all those years ago, I knew you held prowess. And although you may never be declared a Jedi knight, or even recognized by the Council, but you will be an important part in our future. I have foreseen it."

A smile spread through the grey fur on the wolf's muzzle. "I am honored," he said, receiving his lightsaber as the Togrura tossed it to him. "When is my final test?"

"Right away," she told him.

"Right away?" the wolf echoed. "But I have just returned from my previous mission! I am very tired."

"You are going to the planet Felucia," she said, her eyes never looking into his. "The Republic has yet to station many troops there, and your journey will be long. You will have plenty of time to rest. I am assigning you a large shuttle for your comfort."

"Master," the wolf said, his voice heavy with concern, "I am grateful, but, I sense disturbed feelings within you. I sense... an ulterior motive."

The Togrura master, who had been standing before the wolf, six inches shorter and facing to the left, turned her head to look her student in the eye for the first time in this conversation. She looked at the wolf with strong admiration. His fur was grey on his chest, muzzle, and groin, and black everywhere else. Blue markings which the canine applied himself swirled in intricate patterns around his fur. "You have become quite powerful indeed, Rahm," she said, "to be able to sense my feelings."

"What is troubling you, my Master? Perhaps I can help."

"No, Rahm," she said. "I cannot tell you anything, as it would defeat the purpose of the test. But I will tell you this. Your next and final test will be incredibly difficult. I have foreseen its outcome and it will affect you greatly. You will see things that will make you want to expose yourself. You will want to jump from your hiding place to attack your enemies. But you must resist the urge. You must stay hidden. You will not be killed, or even injured. But you will be changed. Are you willing to put up with that, Rahm? Are you willing to do what it takes to complete your training?"

The wolf bowed, the black-and-white of his training robes shifting with him as he moved. "I am, Master. You have taught me well, and I shall complete my training, whatever the cost."

The wolf's master turned completely and placed both of her hands on his shoulders. "I'm very proud of you, Rahm. I have raised you in secret, yet you held onto your strength. You have come a long way, and the first stage is almost over. Your training is nearly complete, but your journey has just begun. You have a long and prosperous life ahead of you, my student. Remember your training and all will go well."

Then master and student said their farewells and Rahm boarded his new shuttle for the planet Felucia. Three days later, the day of Rahm's landing on Felucia, Order Sixty-Six was delivered by Chancellor-turned-Emperor Palpatine, and nearly every Jedi, including Masters Ullah and Dridan, was brutally executed by his or her own Clone Troopers. Neither Rahm Shadaal nor Nadal Hadar had any idea of the occurrence.

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Three days after his capture, Jedi apprentice Nadal Hadar slowly came to his senses. The first thing that returned was his sense of touch. The room was cold. He was sitting on something cold. He was leaning against something cold. Whatever he was leaning on, his arms were pinned to it somehow, locked in a crucifix formation away from his sides.

Next came his sense of smell. The room was incredibly foul and his eyes watered slightly at the overwhelming scent. Next, he regained his taste. The air was stale. Then came his hearing. The room was absolutely silent. Not even ventilation could be heard.

Finally, he regained his sight. His vision started as blurry, but eventually cleared. He was in an entirely stone room, probably no more than ten square feet. His wrists were chained to the wall and his legs were chained to the floor. He also noted that he was completely naked. His apprentice robes were nowhere in sight. The last thing he noticed was the Sith apprentice standing in the corner of the room. As soon as Nadal raised his head, the apprentice left the room. Ten minutes later, another apprentice returned. The wolf was quite surprised to see who it was.

"You..." he said groggily at the sight of the tall, slender fox. The canine was dressed in typical Sith training gear, including a red lightsaber by his side.

"You are truly strong in the force," the fox said, moving to the corner of the room, "if you are able to heal such a grievous wound in a matter of days." The wolf remembered the incident before he blacked out and looked down to his abdomen. He had been completely repaired. The fox spoke again. "Do you know where you are?"

The wolf did know where he was. "No," he answered. Perhaps he could get the fox to slip up and give him some additional information.

"You are at the Sith Academy on Korriban," the fox said, beginning to pace the room. "Do you remember how you got here?"

Once again, the answer was yes. "No."

"You took a shuttle and managed to fly under our radar. We caught you sneaking about our Academy, no doubt searching for the Dark Sheen. I impaled you through the abdomen, yet you are alive and completely healthy. How?"

"I don't know," he said. "I don't remember." This time he was speaking the truth. He hadn't realized just how powerful he was with healing abilities until just this moment.

The fox seemed disappointed. He turned and faced the wolf. "You are here at the Academy for as long as we wish you to be. You will be given two meals a day which will be fed to you. You will not exercise. You will not bathe. You will not see sunlight. You will not leave this room unless we decree that it must be so. You will not talk to anyone unless they desire it. You will not know the current time. You will not be freed from your restraints unless we deem it necessary and you are accompanied by several escorts. Your arms and legs will be restrained at all times, even when not in this room. Do you understand?"

The wolf nodded his head. What else could he do? He had failed his mission, and now he was their prisoner.

"Good," the fox said. "Do you have anything you wish to say before I leave?" The wolf remained silent. The fox did as well. Without another word the taller canine turned and left the room through a large metal door. The wolf sat up and gazed at the door. A single tear fell from his eye. He was going to be here a long time. He could tell in his heart.

Hours passed. Or was it days? Or merely minutes? One could not tell the passage of time. The wolf spent his time meditating, and nothing else. What seemed like a day but in reality was merely a few hours passed before the fox entered the room again, this time carrying a tray of food. It was a meager plate and contained a sickly grey form of sustenance that looked entirely unappetizing. The fox stood next to the wolf before bending down to his knees and filling a spoon with the grayish substance. He held the spoon in front of the wolf's face. The wolf did not open his mouth.

The fox sighed. "If you refuse your food, I will not hesitate to leave you to starve until your next meal. Now please, eat." The wolf would have nothing of it. The fox sighed and stood to leave, taking the tray with him.

Little to the wolf's knowledge, the night passed, and Nadal got little sleep. The next morning, although he still did not know the time, the fox returned with what appeared to be the same tray. He looked down at the wolf. "Will you eat?" the fox asked. The wolf remained silent. The fox signed and set the tray down on the floor, sitting himself down opposite the wolf. "Why do you resist food?" he asked. "It will not do anything for you except give you stomach and head pain, in addition to everything else you are experiencing now."

The wolf looked up and gazed into the fox's magnificent blue eyes. "I do not eat what you offer me because what you offer me is unappetizing. Bring me something appealing, and I will eat it."

The fox's face remained emotionless. "I cannot do that," he said. "You will eat what I offer you, or you will die."

The wolf turned his head and stared directly forward at the door. "Then I will die," he stated.

The fox stared at the wolf for what seemed like twenty minutes. "What is your name?" he finally asked.

Nadal turned and stared back at the fox. "Malek," he said simply. "What is yours?"

"Mine is not important to you," the fox said blankly. "Will you eat?"

"No."

"Then I will leave." The fox was a man of his word. He stood and, with the tray once more, exited the room.

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The fox left the room, once again carrying the tray of vile food, and shut the heavy metal door. He moved past the two apprentices who guarded the door and strode towards the antechamber of the Academy to meet with his superiors.

The fox entered the antechamber with the tray and was gazed upon by his teachers and masters. The leader of the group, Lord Xaxan, stared forebodingly at the smaller fox. "I see he continues to refuse to eat," the hooded figure stated. All of the Sith teachers wore night-black robes which covered their entire body, including the face.

"He does," the fox said, setting the tray down on a nearby table. "What will you have me do, my lords?"

One of the Sith teachers on the side of the circular room spoke up. "He must be killed. We have no use for him. With a Sith lord now as the emperor of the galaxy, we may practice in peace. We need not worry about hostages any longer. End him now!"

"If I may, my lords, I disagree," the fox said boldly.

There was a soft murmur amongst the leaders. "Go on," the Sith leader spoke.

The fox turned his black-furred head to face each member as he spoke. "This Jedi is a powerful one, my lords. He was able to heal from being impaled in three days, as I'm sure you are all aware. We cannot simply kill such excellent ability."

"What would you have us do, Kane?" the lord who had spoken second asked. The fox turned to face him.

"I can break his will," he stated mater-of-factly. "I can get him to tell us the secrets of his training. Our soldiers will be all the more powerful. And then, once I have completed this assignment, I will dispose of him myself."

There was the similar murmur amongst the lords as they considered the offer. After a long wait, the center lord spoke again. "Very well. We shall allow you to conduct your work. But we expect results, and we expect them fast."

"I shall not disappoint you, my masters," the fox stated proudly. "I never have."

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Nadal slowly learned to judge time based off of when the meals came. On what he counted as the fourth day, the fox entered at the first meal, once again with the same tray of mush. "Will you eat?"

The wolf groggily raised his head. He wanted nothing more than to eat right now. He gazed the fox directly in the eyes and, with a snarl, answered, "No."

The fox threw his head back in irritation. "Why the hell not?" he shouted. "Why do you refuse something that you so obviously need?" He was referring to the wolf's obvious muscle degeneration. Nadal was becoming skinnier by the day.

The wolf, who had lowered his head, looked up again. Without any trace of emotion, he stated, "I will tell you again. I don't want to eat what you offer me because it does not look appealing. Bring me something delectable, like a steak or sandwich, and I will eat."

"I cannot give you a steak or a sandwich," the fox stated simply. The wolf lowered his head again. A look of pity spread over the taller canine's face. After turning around to check that the door was locked and setting the tray of mush on the floor, he reached into his robe and withdrew what appeared to be a large pastry. "But I can give you this."

The wolf raised his head and stared in awe at the light-colored pastry. "What..." he started to say.

"It's very plain," the fox explained. "Just dough filled with cheese. I managed to sneak it out from the kitchen. It's not much but if it will get you to eat then it's worth it." The fox bent down to his knees to the left of the wolf and tore a small piece off of the treat. "Now open up. I've got to do this quick before I am suspected."

The wolf did not hesitate. He opened his maw wide and took the morsel hungrily. The fox promptly tore off another piece. This went on for no more than forty seconds until the entire thing had vanished into the wolf's hungry belly. Upon finishing, the wolf simply lowered his head again. The fox stood, grabbed the tray, and made for the door. Before he could leave, the wolf said, "Why did you do that?"

The fox turned to face him. "It is not in my interest to kill you," he said simply.

The wolf looked intrigued. "No..." he said, "no, it's more than that. I sense something in you... affection."

The fox glared at the wolf. "I care for you no more than I would an insect."

Nadal smirked victoriously. "That's a lie," he said. "I can sense it in you. You're gay, and you are attracted to me."

The fox had a look of anger on his face, but it vanished as he let out a long sigh. "I'll be back for your dinner," he said, turning again.

"Wait!" the wolf said urgently. The fox stood and stared at the door a moment before turning back to look at him. "Please stay..." the wolf pleaded. "It's so lonely here."

"My masters are expecting me," the fox said emotionlessly. "I will be back for your dinner." Then the young Sith turned and left the room uninterrupted by the wolf that was his prisoner.

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Rahm Shadaal's shuttle touched down on the surface of Felucia three days after leaving and, although he did not know it, four days after Nadal Hadar's capture. He set down in a clearing and shut down his ship before exiting the vessel through the rear hatch. Rahm was glad to feel the crunch of dirt beneath his boots as he set down on solid land for the first time in nearly a week. He inhaled deeply before taking off in a brisk run away from his vessel. His master had not told him what the assignment was; merely that he would know what to do when he arrived.

Rahm trekked through jungle for almost an hour and was beginning to become agitated. How could he complete a mission if he didn't know what the mission was? He thought perhaps that his master had been wrong. Then he heard voices.

He dashed a hundred feet to the left and looked from the foliage at what had to be a large Clone military unit led by a Togruran Jedi much like his own master. He quickly recognized her as Master Shaak Ti. Rahm was puzzled. Why was he sent to a planet that was crawling with Republic forces? Surely any threat on the planet could be dealt with by the massive numbers of Clone Troopers...

...unless the Clones were the threat.

Just after they had passed Rahm's hiding place, one of the two clones just behind her drew his communicator. A holographic image of the Chancellor appeared and told them something. All that the wolf heard was "Sixty-six." Then, to Rahm's horror and surprise, each Clone in Shaak Ti's force raised his rifle and began to fire on the Jedi knight.

The wolf moved to jump from his hiding place and assist the Jedi, but his master's words came to mind first. "You will see things that will make you want to expose yourself. You will want to jump from your hiding place to attack your enemies. But you must resist the urge. You must stay hidden." Rahm now knew what his master had meant. She had sent him here so he would avoid being discovered and killed during the Clone betrayal. Which meant...

Rahm realized that this must be happening all over the galaxy. The Clones wouldn't make a move like this unless they were moving at once. His master was in danger! It must have been what she had foreseen! The canine rose from his feet and dashed back towards his shuttle. The foliage whipped past as he sprinted, using the force to move at a break-neck thirty miles per hour through dense jungle. When he reached his ship, it had been discovered by a Clone scouting party, which was now trying to break into the craft. The three troopers barely had time to raise their weapons before they were beheaded by the Jedi apprentice.

Rahm entered and powered up his ship, quickly escaping orbit before he was detected. But where would he go? His heart ached as he could sense that his master, along with many other Jedi, had been slaughtered. He could not go to any Republic world, that's for sure. He had no master and no allies. The only place he could go was the Outer Rim, and he knew just the place to lay low.

* * *

When the Sith fox returned for his prisoner's next meal, he was upset to find that the wolf was asleep. The more noticeable thing about him, however, was the massive hard-on he was sporting. The fox felt his sheath stir as he gazed upon the wolf's throbbing ten-inch red length. The tall canine gulped down his anxiety and woke his prisoner. "Wake up," he said dominantly.

The wolf slowly began to stir, eventually raising his head to stare up at the fox. "I assume you have more of that trash for me to eat."

The fox smiled. "I have more trash, but not for you to eat." He set the tray down and drew from his robe a strangely-shaped object wrapped in a crimson piece of cloth. The fox removed the red fabric and revealed an unidentifiable piece of meat between two thin slices of bread. "I managed to get you that sandwich you wanted," he said simply.

The wolf smiled. "Thank you," he said. "I am very hungry." The fox leaned against the wall, the back of his neck pressing against the wolf's arm as he held to sandwich to the wolf's mouth, who took a large bite out of the side. The sandwich was gone in about thirty seconds, but the wolf's hard-on never left. The fox couldn't help but stare at it. The wolf couldn't help but smirk. "Enjoying the view?" he asked.

The fox snapped out of his gaze and looked toward the wall. "Sorry," he said.

"No need to apologize," the wolf said. "I take it as a compliment."

The two sat there for a moment more before the fox said, "I suppose I'll go, then." He moved to stand up.

"Wait," the wolf said. The fox, who was in the process of standing, looked the wolf in the eye. "I need a favor..." the wolf said.

"What is it?" he asked. Nadal bit his lower lip and gazed down towards his throbbing erection. The fox raised his eyebrows. "You want me to-"

"Please," the wolf pleaded. "It hurts."

The fox could imagine. Four days without release can be difficult if one is used to releasing often. The fox figured that the canine probably was used to that, and that he was most likely quite pent up right now. With a small sigh he said, "Alright," and moved his paw to the wolf's cock. He was surprised at how hot it was; the warmth it gave off was tremendous. "Wow..." he said as he squeezed the canine's thick length in his paw.

Nadal's tail began to wag for the first time in four days. "Th-thank you..." he panted, his shaft beginning to shoot pre onto his chest. The wolf gasped and squirmed as the fox stroked up and down his heavy length with his left paw. His body pressed against the wolf's as he leaned against him to get a better angle.

Then the fox smirked slightly and began to slide his face down the wolf's chest. "What are you..." the dog started to ask, but was cut off as a massive groan rolled out of him at the feeling of a warm fox tongue on his knot. The wolf bucked his hips forward instinctively, a silent beg for the fox to take the cock into his maw.

After a minute of strokes to the head and licks to the knot, the fox dragged his tongue up the warm surface of Nadal's shaft until his mouth reached the fat, tapered head. The wolf groaned and bucked into the taller canine's mouth, sinking the first few of his ten inches into the fox's warm maw. Pre flowed heavily from the wolf's tip and into the Sith fox's maw. The fox loved its salty taste and worked to suck more of the dog's cock into him.

The wolf groaned and bucked as the fox lowered his muzzle onto the canine's shaft, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to lick at the knot once he had taken the wolf meat into his mouth. The fox could tell that his prisoner was close to cumming and quickly yanked his mouth off of the dog's now slimy shaft, wiping the spit off his mouth. "Wh-why'd you stop?" the dog panted, angry at being denied his release.

"I don't want it to end here," the fox responded, standing and starting to untie the straps that held his training armor to him. The wolf's eyes widened as he realized what the fox meant. His eyes widened further when the metal plating fell off of the taller canine's body, followed by the black fabric of his robes. The bound dog gawked at the site of the tall, slender, black-furred fox standing naked before him. His chest and abs were perfectly defined, as were his arms and legs. The best part though had to be his package. His sac hung low between his legs, containing a set of orbs that couldn't be smaller than billiard balls, and above them was an already pre-slick shaft that couldn't be less than a foot long.

The wolf stared in awe at the drooling shaft as the black-furred fox used the force to remove Nadal's ankle restraints. "You'll have to be able to spread your legs," the fox explained. The wolf was in shock as the fox reached a paw up and stroked his foot-long member, soaking his hand in pre and laying on top of the wolf. The tied-up dog groaned as he felt the intense warmth of the monster on top of him pulsing and throbbing against his own, their cocks shooting pre across both of their chests as they frotted together.

Both canines groaned as their bodies ground together. Eventually, once the fox's dick was sufficiently slick, he pressed his paw against the base and angled it towards the wolf's entrance as the wolf spread his legs. Once the fox had pressed his thick, pre-slick tip against his prisoner's tail hole, he asked, "Are you ready?" The wolf nodded in response and bit his lip to stifle a moan as he felt his captor's thick shaft start to slide into him. He groaned loudly through his teeth at the feeling of being spread so much. "Do you want me to stop?" the fox asked after having inserted the first inch.

"No..." the wolf replied. "No, it feels good. Keep going, I want to feel it fill me." The fox moaned loudly as his shaft slid three inches into his wolf, quickly coating the smaller dog's insides with pre. Nadal let out a soft cry of pain and pleasure as he felt the fox buck with primal instinct into him, the fox's mammoth cock spearing another three inches into him. With six inches in and three more of non-knot shaft to go, the wolf leaned back and raised his hips to give the fox easier access. The fox took advantage of this to buck his shaft to the hilt, his nine inches of usable length now deep inside the wolf.

The pair panted loudly as the fox pulled out an inch before quickly replacing it, repeating the process with two inches, then with three. Both fox and wolf were drooling precum like fountains as captor pounded into prisoner, both males hovering in absolute pleasure. Rapture racked their bodies as they slid on seven inches of fox-hood, each grunting hard as the young Sith's knot slammed against the young Jedi's hole.

Then the fox did something that the wolf wasn't expecting; he leaned forward, burying the entirety of his cock within the wolf, and kissed the other canine deep on the lips. The two tongues danced together inside each other's mouth as the fox thrust forward on a single inch of his young length. Both canines panted together, the wolf's cock rubbing forcefully against the fox's ripped chest, grinding between his abdominals and drooling heavily into his fur. With a sigh of passion past the fox's mouth, the wolf gently whispered, "Tie me."

The fox did not reply. He merely began to buck harder. He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead on the wolf's chest, looking down at the lupine cock as he resumed the use of his entire length to pound into his newfound lover. The thrusts started as long and slow but eventually became rapid. The canines' breathing became labored. Their sweat and pre mixed together to coat their bodies. They continued to make love for another five minutes before the fox finally slammed his knot deep into the wolf. Then they both fell over the edge.

The wolf cried out as his pent-up cock blew its load across both of their chests in the form of several long, thick ropes of cum, a few ropes hitting the fox in the face while the rest landed on both of their chests. The fox groaned loudly into the wolf's chest as his own cock throbbed and dumped its own steaming load inside the wolf, his thick, heady jizz spraying out and coating the wolf's innards deeper than the wolf had ever felt anything within him before. After each canine had ejected what couldn't be less than a cup of spunk each, the two collapsed on each other, sleep promptly taking over both of their bodies. Just before he fell asleep, the fox managed to whisper, "My name is Kane."

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The fox awoke to the feeling of a strong grip on the scruff of his neck. The grip quickly threw him to the side of the room, landing against the wall with a loud thud. He laid there on the floor, watching the scene as he waited for the pain to subside. As he waited, two Sith apprentices hit the wolf hard with their fists in quick succession across the face in an obvious attempt to knock him out of consciousness. Once the wolf was out he was unbound from the wall, only to have his hands once again clamped behind his legs. They threw a black hood over the wolf's head and picked him up, one grabbing his feet and the other his arms, and started to carry him away.

Once the pair left the room, the ominous figure of his Sith lord entered the room. His dark combat boots made loud echoing thumps within the small room. The lord looked down at the fox with disgust, who looked back up at the lord with fear. "Clean yourself up," he said, referring to the layer of dried output on his chest, "and report to the antechamber at once. We have a few words for you."

The fox did as he was told and, once clean and dressed (minus his lightsaber, as it had been taken from him), he entered the antechamber to find that the Sith trainers stood to one side while each apprentice at the Academy stood to the other. The Sith leader stood in the center of the room. The fox humbly approached him. He was not happy.

"You have dealt us great disgrace," the leader stated angrily. "We have been tolerant toward your attraction to your own sex since the day we knew, but today you have taken it too far. That animal is our enemy, and now that Lord Sideous is the Emperor of the galaxy we need not fear the Jedi any longer."

"What is thy bidding?" the fox asked, his head lowered.

"You have stepped out of line, Student, and your punishment shall be severe. You will be stripped of your rank and restart your training from the first step in order to purge these feelings for the Jedi from your mind. You must work long and hard to regain your honor."

The fox blushed in shame. "When shall I begin, my master?" he said meekly.

The lord smiled beneath his hood. "Your first test is immediate," he said. Suddenly the large doors behind the fox were thrown open. The fox turned and what he saw horrified him. The two apprentices were dragging the wolf, his wolf, across the antechamber floor, a trail of blood being left behind him. The destruction of his body was intense. His face was cut in many places. His eyes were swollen. Blood dripped from his maw. Cuts and bruises coated his entire body, and it looked as if his right leg was broken. "You must kill the Jedi," the Sith instructed, extending his arm to return Kane's lightsaber to him.

The fox had a look of devastation on his face, as did the rest of the Sith apprentices. They could tell that their fellow apprentice was in deep, deep pain, and it hurt them to see their Lord being so cruel to him. When the wolf was dragged before Kane's body, his head was pulled back by one of the two apprentices who held him. The fox looked into the apprentice's eyes and saw a look of regret, like he was trying to apologize.

Kane reached around and took his lightsaber from Lord Xaxan, powering up the red blade and gazing upon the wolf he had fallen in love with. The dog looked up with eyes full of sorrow. The fox felt tears starting to come to his eyes. "I'm sorry it had to come to this..." he whispered under his breath. And with that he drew his saber back and sliced vertically up the wolf's body.

But he didn't hit the wolf. Instead, he sliced the wolf's manacles apart, freeing him. In the same motion, Kane swung around and, to Xaxan's surprise, drove his saber blade through the Lord's heart. The six-foot-four fox and the seven-foot-two Sith stood there a moment, gazing upon each other before Kane swung to the side, slicing Xaxan nearly in half. The steaming body crumpled to the floor.

Almost immediately, the rest of the Sith lords jumped into action, but were promptly blown against the wall by a massive force-push blast. But it wasn't from the fox. The confused fox turned to see every Sith apprentice standing with his or her arms extended, each one having just blasted at the other lords. The apprentice who had held Nadal's head back quickly stated, "Run! There is a shuttle ready for use out the south entrance. We will cover your escape."

The fox quickly ducked down and scooped the wolf up in his arms before taking off down the long corridor towards the south gate. Many guards attempted to stop them, but they were promptly killed by one apprentice or another. After less than a minute of running the fox, wolf, and eight other apprentices rushed out of the Academy and protected the fox as he loaded the wolf and himself onto a small transport ship. The fox powered up the shuttle's engines before spinning around in the pilot's chair and shouting, "Thank you!" to the many apprentices who had helped him. They all continued to fight off the numerous guards as Kane piloted the shuttle away from the Academy and away from Korriban.

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This was a funny piece to write. Every time I talked about Kane acquiring food from the Academy kitchen I imagined a bunch of Sith apprentices sitting around a high-school cafeteria eating and talking about random stuff xD

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