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Obsidian burst through the door into Special Major Altman's office unannounced, carrying a mostly-melted mess of metal and plastic. With a triumphant look and a heavy thunk he placed it on her desk, jostling her stained coffee mug and nearly knocking over a stack of paperwork that he'd never seen fall below a full foot tall.

"Ya shouldn't have, my birthday was last month." The black lab woman drawled dryly. Even as she joked though the canine former detective was looking over the burned thing, trying to figure out why it was brought here. Being in charge of all hero-related investigations and relations for the police department was an important job, but it meant she rarely got to actually flex the field skills that had gotten her promoted in the first place.

"It's a camera!" Obsidian declared triumphantly. "Or, er, was. But that's not important, what's important is that I found it at the warehouse by the docks. Where Mallor-- where Kitty-Flame had her... you know."

Altman nodded. "I know." The country twang in her voice stuck around even when she was more serious. "Any reason ya brought it here though? Seems a bit... incinerated."

Obsidian leaned over the desk, wiping aside some soot to reveal still-shiny powder-coated metal. Metal with a logo stamped into it. "That's what I thought too, but look at this! It's heavy-duty, professional grade equipment. Under the melted plastic there's still solid metal. This lens is for broadcast TV, it's made by PantherSonic and costs almost $150k new. I looked it up, and the only people that use this brand in the city are KDOG news and Evans Brothers Studios!"

"What are you implying, boy?" There was ice in the Major's accented voice as she sat up ramrod straight, dark brown eyes drilling holes in him.

The tabby was taken aback by her tone, stammering as he tried to recover. "I... well... those are both under Arthur Ev-- Sublime-Canine's control. Or his estate anyway. I'm sure he'd be happy to assist. Maybe we could find a serial number and they could see if it was stolen from them. I mean, he's the top hero, he'd want to help in any way he can I'm sure!"

The frigid tension in the air held for another moment before dissipating. Altman cleared her throat, nodding. "Of course. Sorry, this is a... high-stakes case. Have ya told anyone else about this?" She pulled it in closer to herself, examining other angles and sides of the once-junk, now evidence.

He shook his head. "No, not yet. I took it straight here. Didn't want it caught in the bureaucracy, you know how it is!" The trust in Altman from working with the hero community for the past decade and change couldn't physically sit in a slanting stack on her desk like the paperwork, but it held weight all the same.

She nodded. "Good. This could be an easy lead to bury, so we don't want it getting out. Solid work, but Obsidian?"

There was no look more smug than a cat after receiving a compliment, the tabby pleased with himself for helping his friend."Yes Ma'am?"

"Stop looking into this."

Obsidian blinked heavily. "W-what? But Major--"

"Mallory is your friend, and you want to help in any way ya can. I know. Look kid, I get it, I do. But this case is bad news frosting on a bad news donut. Keep yourself safe and out of it! Let us handle it. I promise we've got our best detectives working on--"

"And I still found this! Shouldn't I--"

"That was NOT a request!" The ice was back in her tone, as well as a viciousness that could make a drill sergeant blush. The hero promptly shut up, the pride of a moment ago replaced with a scowl of disappointment. "This isn't a normal case, and we can't treat it normally. You WILL stay out of this if you want to keep your license, and all the fancy sponsorships that come with it."

Obsidian took a step back, rallying for a counterattack on behalf of his friend... that fizzled before it came. He wanted to help his friend. He really did. But he needed to pay rent too. "Understood Major," he said quietly, already about to leave. Apparently there was nothing here but losing his job.

She cut in before he could go. "Wait." A soft sigh. "I'm sorry for snapping. This whole situation has been... stressful. It's nothing to do with you, or your investigative abilities. The department is just on my ass to make sure nothing like this'll happen to any other heroes. I know she's your friend, crush even, but this is really dangerous stuff. Promise me you'll stay out from now on? For my sake."

The feline hero hesitated. For a long time. Ultimately though, he nodded, looking down and away from her. "Yeah. Fine." he huffed, dejected, before giving the Major a pointed look. "But you'd better get to the bottom of this. For her."

The black lab woman nodded her reply. "Of course. One last thing, were you able to get a serial number off of it?"

"I'm sure it's in there somewhere, but I didn't want to break it trying to find one. Plus it might be on a sticker and that would be long gone with the heat so--"

"Yes or no would be fine."

"Sorry Ma'am. No I wasn't."

"Makes sense. Don't worry, we'll crack this yet. Thanks for the help, hero."

Obsidian smiled at her again, but it was a shadow of the triumphant look from earlier. He was out the door without another word, leaving the Head of Hero Investigations and Relations alone with the evidence.

The heavy old door swung closed behind him, loudly clicking shut with a sense of finality. Only once it was firmly closed did Special Major Altman reach for her desk phone, punching in a number. Six small beeps sounded from the outdated piece of tech, but then she stopped. A moment passed. Her finger trembled.

One last beep. The final button was pressed and a dial tone briefly played from the ever-loyal phone before it switched to ringing.

Her tail wagged in short, tense movements behind her as she waited for the other end to pick up. The usually unshakeable Major took a deep breath to steady herself before the ringing stopped as the other end picked up.

Her voice was more formal with him than she had been with the hero. "Hello Sir, it's Altman. Your little rat who torched the place missed a spot." A pause as the other end of the line spoke. "A camera lens. Expensive, and got a serial number in the metal that survived the fire." Another pause. "No one aside from a hero friend of the bitch. He brought it straight to me." The old desk chair beneath her creaked as she rocked nervously back. "Will do. Bottom of the harbor probably." And forth. "No? Oh sure, it would be no problem. Hm? Oh, it was Obsidian. Black tabby cat. The Catasaki guy. Yeah. No problem Sir."

The Special Major put the receiver back down the moment the call ended, sighing a breath of relief.

And now that that was out of the way, she had some evidence to deliver.

---

Mallory walked past Amber to grab a light jacket, not that she really needed it. Her powers kept her warm on even the coldest of days, but she'd long since learned it was weird to go out in a tee and shorts when it was 40 degrees out. Now more than ever it was good to blend in.

"Where you headed?" Amber asked casually. She was lounging on the couch, probably doing homework or something. Mallory didn't really know how much the blue-haired mouse still did with the hero PR work that had kept her so busy in the past.

Mallory answered in a blatant lie of omission, her tail twitching behind her. "Oh, just out."

Amber hadn't looked up from whatever she was working on. "Mhm. And when should I expect you back?"

The tabby cat reached for the phone in her pocket, pulling it up to see if she'd gotten another message yet. "I uh, I don't know. Later?"

"Well I'd be real surprised if you came home sooner than you left." Amber quipped back dryly, neither of them laughing. Mallory pulled her shoes on, reaching for the door when Amber continued, "And what are you using for your safeword?"

Mallory froze. The doorknob was halfway turned in her hand, but she didn't dare move it forward or back. "Excuse me?" She asked, her perked-up ears already betraying her as she feigned ignorance.

"I asked what your safeword was. You're a big girl Mal, you know what a safeword is." Was that jokingly being played straight, or a frigid jab at the cat's expense? And most pressingly of all, did Amber know what was really going on?

Mallory nervously laughed, turning the doorknob the rest of the way. "I don't think I need a safeword for a short walk." She started to open the door when Amber's words cut in, sharp and vicious.

"And you don't need to meet with a stranger from CNC_Connect for a short walk either." That sealed it. Mallory slowly closed the door, letting the handle rotate shut before she turned around.

The tabby's body language shifted from nervous to cornered at that revelation. "Yeah? And what does that have to do with anything?" Little sparks skidded from her feet as she habitually wiped her shoes on the welcome mat.

"Come on Mal, be real. You've asked me to hack into police databases before, you think I don't know what you're doing on my own subnet? Now before you get mad, I don't read your messages or anything."

Mallory's mouth had been open and ready, but she shut it after that.

"BUT, I do see where you're going online, and what you're messaging on. I KNOW that you're not setting up a backup contact with anyone else, and from how short your message history is I can guess you're not setting up proper limits and boundaries either."

Amber rose from her seat as Mallory did her best impression of a deer in headlights, adjusting her coat as if the thin fabric might offer her any protection from the mouse's wrath.

"Now I know that this isn't an unnatural or even unusual trauma response." She walked closer as she talked, some of the edge leaving her voice in favor of her usual softness. "But I need you to do this safely, alright? You know how many villains you've laid a beatdown on that are still around? Do you know how many other rich male canines there are that would--"

"SHUT UP!" Mallory snapped, a blast of heat filling the living room. Amber stumbled back, landing on her butt in the middle of the rug. The tears in Mallory's eyes sizzled as she responded.

"You think I don't KNOW that? You think I, the former top hero, need a safeword to keep some random guy off the street from hurting me? No Amber, every time I do this I hope that he attacks me, I HOPE that he can put up a fight. Because then it will feel real and I can actually get off. PLUS then I know that I'm putting him down before he can notch up any real victims!" The order that those were introduced spoke volumes to Mallory's real priorities.

"And if you can't handle him?"

"If I what? Amber, are you serious?"

"I am serious! What if he brings friends with guns? What if he wraps a high temperature wire around your neck while you're handcuffed? Mallory, you're on the hit list of THE MOST POWERFUL man in Halcard, and I don't just mean in terms of abilities. Do you know how much he personally, and Evan's Brothers Studios as a whole could bring to bear on you? The hitmen and assassins and lawyers they could hire?"

"Yeah, I do know! And let them fucking try! Maybe one of them would be enough of a threat to keep me from having to chase after new two-pump-chumps every gods-damn time!"

The air in the room swirled from the cold of the mouse to the hot of the cat, the tension between them expressed through their powers even when neither was speaking.

Then the chill washed the heat out of the room.

Ice pillars pushed Amber up from her seated position on the floor confidently, lifting her until she was standing above her normal height on a pair of ice-formed stilettos. "You didn't tell me you were looking for someone who could be a threat."

Mallory's expression changed very quickly at that remark. "Amber I... I didn't mean that--"

An icy crag jumped from the door behind her to the cat's right hand, yanking it back. Mallory staggered at the strain, forced to stoop slightly. Ice wrapped around her feet too, pulling them back as she awkwardly tried to free herself.

Amber approached inexorably, every step of her Siberian stilettos leaving a thin sheet of hexagonal frost on the cheap carpet. Normally the tabby was taller than her rodent counterpart, but with the extra inches Amber gained from her heels and what Mallory lost from the awkward stance reversed that situation.

The moment she was close enough Amber grabbed Mallory's free wrist, yanking it to her other side to meet a waiting stalagmite of ice that enveloped it immediately, forcing the cat even further back.

"Because if you were looking for someone who could be a threat," Amber reached down, this time without a trace of her powers as she trailed a gentle, warm finger underneath Mallory's chin. "You didn't have to look so far."

Mallory stared with a blank look, unable to process that this was really happening. By the time she worked through her thoughts of how hot Amber was, of how ACTUALLY helpless she was without having to fake it, and how she was going to be late for the person she'd agreed to meet, she didn't have any brainpower left for a fully coherent response. "Am, I... I didn't think you would--"

A sharp SLAP stinging her cheek cut her off. "No, you didn't think! You never do, hero." That word. The way she said it with unrestrained disdain. Like when Samson or some other villain was monologuing. It sent a shiver down Mallory's spine more effectively than being fucked by some of her hookups had. The mouse's tail worked its way around to the zipper of the coat she'd just put on, dexterously grabbing it and slowly pulling it down.

"You never want help, even if it's from people who care about you." Amber's fingers brushing Mallory's chin like she was a domestic pet were so very soft in comparison to the harshness of her words. "You never cared about your own safety before, and you're even more reckless now." Those short-furred digits trailed down and around to the back of her neck as the tabby cat's eyes drifted closed.

A moment passed. Amber's fingers were delectably soft and light on the back of Mallory's neck, the cat not on her knees yet, but helplessly restrained and stooped over in front of someone who'd never even fought a villain herself before.

"And now you act like you WANT to get yourself killed, you stupid hero bitch!" The mouse's fingers dug into the scruff of her neck, yanking her head back like she was a kitten again. Mallory's eyes flew open and she mewled pitifully, ears flattening to her head as Amber stared icy daggers down at her.

"A-A-Amber please," she whimpered, tugging at her restraints ineffectually. The scruff wasn't sensitive itself, but being grabbed there still triggered a squirming response in the feline, instinctively trying to get away from the forcefully wrested control.

"What's that? Because 'Please' is not a safeword. Something we ACTUALLY HAVE, because I know how much you want to be my bitch, and I fully respect that you fucking whore!" As Amber's hand held that tight, controlling grip on Mallory's scruff, the other moved down her neckline, under her shirt. Delightedly finding that the cat wasn't wearing a bra and taking full advantage of that fact.

Mallory gasped as her breast was so crudely groped, her head absolutely spinning. Amber was always the more dominant among them, but she'd no idea it would go this far! Here she was, trapped in ice as the mouse's hands roamed over her body freely. A rasped moan escaped her as the mouse's fingernails found her nipple, the little spark of pain making sure she couldn't fully escape inside her own head.

The cat's eyes opened to see the ice that formed under the mouse's heels twisting to grab at her own comfortable pants, pulling the casualwear down to reveal that Amber's panties were in the same state as Mallory's bra. Mallory's sensitive nose picked up on how aroused the mouse was immediately, something that only activated her submissive triggers more strongly. She was doing a good job.

She was being a good victim.

Amber used the grip on her scruff to drag Mallory down as the ice shifted to force the cat to her knees. She huffed out a sigh when the orange tabby's overly warm breath washed over her lower folds, the temperature difference felt ever more keenly when she was using her powers like this.

"That's it, get that tongue in there!" Amber chided as she forced Mallory's face into her crotch. She didn't force the eager feline tongue to come out and taste her though. Mallory did that on her own like a good girl. "Fuck that's nice. It's about all you can do right now too, isn't it?" Mallory's ears perked up, a bit unsure what was meant by that. "C'mon kitty bitch, isn't it obvious? You need to channel your powers through your body and your movement. If you can't move, you can't control your powers properly."

It was true, but Mallory didn't know where she was going with it. Not until a shaft of ice just fractionally smaller than her largest toy shoved up towards her cunt. There was already so much going on with Amber's powers already! The ice holding Mallory's hands and legs. The support given to her heels and rear that she practically sat back on. How could she spare the focus for something so insistently shoving, something that... fuck... something pressing inside her with so much perfect gentleness?

"I have no such weakness. Even if I was tied down as tightly as you wish you were, gagged and strung up like a whore..." that icy dildo buried itself even deeper in the cat with that last word, forcing her to moan into Amber's pussy in a way that perfectly titillated the rodent, "I could still do whatever I wanted. You, on the other hand, are helpless the moment someone gets their hands on your body."

That did it for Mallory. As much as she tried to hold back, she had already been horny in anticipation of her illicit meeting. And now that someone with REAL powers was REALLY forcing her to eat out their cunt it was just too much. The orange tabby moaned, her powers leaking out as she tensed around the frozen toy inside of her. That inner flame had been keeping it comfortably small, but now the outpouring meant it would have melted inside of her, if Amber hadn't had plenty of power to counter that.

"Good girl!" Amber cooed as her impaled little toy shook and moaned beneath her. She'd let the cat enjoy this. At least before the hammer came back down. "A very good hero slut, that is." Mallory purred at that, and suddenly an idea came to the mouse.

Her dexterous tail fished out her phone from the sweatpants pocket, bringing it up to her hand as she briefly released Mallory's breast. The cat was still panting beneath her, contained in her ice and the kitten-holding grip on the scruff.

"Mallory, color check." She said seriously. A moment passed as the cat just sat there panting stupidly before Amber snapped twice, loudly. That seemed to get through, forcing the tabby to blink harshly. "Mallory. Color check."

"Oh. Uh, green? I think..." The kink-educated part of her mind knew what was being asked, but the functional part of her mind was still drowning in endorphins from her recent orgasm.

"You think? Or you know?" Amber pried, used to this sort of confusion. At first it had been annoying, but knowing it only happened when the cat was so deep in subspace she'd need a bathyscaphe to pull her out made it more endearing.

"Sorry. Green. I know it's Green, Mistress." Mallory tried to recollect herself, wiggling her fingers and toes to make sure nothing was tingling or losing feeling.

"Good girl. The reason I ask is... well you haven't posted anything to your OnlyFurs in weeks." The mention of the neglected social media did weigh on the cat. It had been her biggest source of income and it was rapidly shrinking, but she didn't want to talk shop, she wanted to be a good girl! "And you look damned good right now. Mind if I take a few pics?"

THAT... she hadn't been expecting. Mallory blinked again, trying to wipe the subspace haze from her mind at least a bit. Because in that state she said yes. A million times yes. Please. So many of their picture setups before were so unnatural, so forced. This was perfectly natural, exactly what she'd wanted.

Even as the rational part of her mind recovered though, she just couldn't find it in herself to say no. It was such a good income source both monetarily and in how fun it was, but it had been dwindling fiercely with her lack of posting. This was exactly the kind of boost she needed there.

"N-no. I mean, not yet. Take some now for the teasers. But get my shirt off before you take some for the paid site." She answered, still looking down at the mouse's cunt instead of her face.

Amber used her grip on Mallory's scruff to make her look up into those red eyes. "Are you sure? You want to make the jump to posting real nudes there?" The panty and lingerie shots they used to so carefully curate were still on the mouse's mind, something perfectly suited to the wet shirt gripping towards the cat's bust.

Mallory nodded. "Yeah. I mean, that decision was kind of made for me, but I'm ready to own it. He can't ruin my OnlyFurs if I make it better than his boring, static, tripod-shot tripe."

Amber paused. She hadn't really considered that. It was professionally shot, sure, and the stream had been in high quality and bitrate, but it wasn't interesting. There were no closeups, nothing handheld or personal. If it hadn't been live and genuine it would have been poor porn.

They could do better.

"You're right. So give me a good preview shot then, hero whore." She tightened her grip on the cat's neck, forcing Mallory's head back and up with a genuine look of distress on her face. That was what they needed. Ostensibly all of her privates were completely covered, but the look she was giving was beyond lewd. And with that out of the way...

Amber snapped a quick shot of the helpless heroine. Shirt still on, but scruff in hand and body thoroughly restrained by her ice. The angle obscured that she was bottomless and impaled on ice, but it didn't hide the way that her thighs and legs wore nothing but ice and fur. It was a master-class in implying exactly what was going on without showing it.

One aspect was off though. Amber frowned at the preview on her screen, then looked back down at the cat. "Hey Mallory, could you--" She didn't finish the sentence before that ice-formed prick of hers shoved up and into the cat hero, catching the poor feline off guard. Still sensitive from her orgasm the tabby hero moaned, slightly struggling with the size of it.

Snap! The perfect expression. And Amber captured it perfectly too. A bit of post-processing would really make it the ideal shot, but the mouse knew she had what she needed. "There we go. Now I can finally get this thing off." For the first time in minutes that felt like hours, Amber let go of Mallory's scruff, letting the cat free from the ice on her hands moments before her casual tee was pulled away.

She'd worn it with the knowledge that it might be torn away by her hookup, but a part of her was still relieved she could use it again. Amber took stills as it came off, capturing every facet of the moment as the feline heroine let herself be seen. Let the mouse show her off for a paying audience.

She couldn't believe how different it felt from that night. It was so... so good. So right. She'd wanted to do this from the start, but all "conventional wisdom" had told her no. Had told her to not even consider letting herself be actually exposed. It would be a scandal, a horror that would sink her brand.

Well the scandal had come knocking at her door anyways. So it was only fair she should have her fun with it too.

"Mal? You're sinking again. Color check before I really get started?" Amber's voice slid into her ears so sweetly. She looked up to the mouse with a smile, something that was captured eagerly by the camera. Mallory hadn't even noticed herself sinking back into subspace. Her mouse with benefits really was amazing.

"Green. It's... it feels really good Amber. Thank you."

Amber smiled at that, a warmth filling her in spite of her frigid powers. The eagerness and honesty of the answer. The way the former and rightful top hero looked so hot when she was helpless in front of her. The way that she was keeping Mallory from doing something very stupid, this time at least. Sometimes taking these pictures felt like a chore they did to earn money, but right now it was a beautiful extension of what they were already doing. A way to exercise both Mallory's submissive lust and her... her...

Love.

Shit, this wasn't the time to think about that. Now was the time for the mouse to be the predator and the cat to be the prey. Amber pushed that icey spire in a twisting motion up into the cat, compensating for the amount that was being melted off and drawing a moan from the tabby just as her hands were re-captured in their icey bonds.

Snap. Another beautiful shot, the counterpart of the semi-clothed version from earlier. A payoff to a tease that had been a LONG time coming for the viewers. Just like this was for Amber.

It was her first time being in control this completely, but the mouse knew what she was doing. Knew how Mallory liked being yanked around to within the limits of even her tough body. Knew that the fit feline could take quite a lot of time pressed into her rodent muff before she would have to let her up for air. Amber was going to use every last bit of those capabilities.

Amber's fingers loosened from the cat's scruff, only to wrap themselves back in her hair. The hero's head was yanked forward, her already wet nose now soaked in the arousal from her domme's pussy. Bent more forward now, Amber took another snap of that fluffy tail and round ass sticking out.

From this angle it was quite clear that Mallory was wearing no pants or panties, completely exposed as she was made to lick. Amber moaned, "Keep that tongue in there," as she continued to capture the moment with the captured cat, brief videos to show how eagerly the tabby moved and mewled adding to the repertoire of scandalous still shots.

This was how a payoff was supposed to go. Years of images of hiding her most private parts, also taken by Amber, were now finally being completed. The teasing, the measures the mouse had taken to ensure her privacy, all of it was becoming worth it in this one moment. That unique feline tongue she'd felt so many times before was better than ever now that she could show everyone else how it pressed inside of her, how it made her moan and squeak as she controlled the one who owned it.

"Fuck yes," she breathed out heavily, almost squeezing too tightly on the poor cat's hair in pursuit of her own pleasure. The grip on the phone loosened as Amber shoved Mallory's face up and down her lower lips, using her more like an inanimate toy than the skilled cunt-licker she was.

Because it didn't matter how good she was.

This here, right now, it wasn't about how quickly the cat could make her cum or how long she could keep the mouse on edge. This was about the hero losing control. "Right there," she practically growled, or at least as close to growling as a mouse could get. "You are MINE, hero whore!"

That had an effect on Mallory. Already this was hot. Already she loved giving in to Amber, especially when those powers made her do it. And already she was so turned on despite not being able to rub her clit like she wanted. But when she was reminded of her station, reminded that she was at the top of the city's celebrities while she was doing this cunt-licking, it was too much. The hero moaned loudly into those delicious lips as she licked and ate, desperate to make the mouse feel as good as she did.

The heat of her body and powers kept melting the icy dildo inside of her, but Amber kept reforming it. It moved in and out, up and down, twisting in a way that no man ever could have. All the melting and reforming molded it to her insides, forming a bulb shape inside her cunt that was pulled at and teased with every thrust.

Almost like a knot would.

A knot like her first rapist had had, a knot like had made her cum so hard. A knot like she was always looking for now. She whimpered. She moaned. She shuddered. Her whole body was reacting. It was too much.

"Getting close again, kitten?"

Amber chimed in, a malicious grin spreading across her face. She'd almost let the phone fall from her hand a moment ago, but now she was glad she hadn't. This was the perfect thing to capture. The build-up, the moment before the dam broke. After years of the hero keeping everyone waiting for the finale, now she was the one wanting it.

And like the people who had been seeking Mallory's nudes, Amber wasn't planning on keeping them waiting.

"Then get in there and tongue-fuck me, hero!"

She didn't even add the whore part this time, her tone told it all. Mallory moaned again, this time with much more reckless abandon as for a brief moment heat beat cold. The mouse could put out more power, but right now the tabby cat wasn't holding back. Probably couldn't hold back. Heat poured off of her, filling the room in a flash that was barely limited by her restraints as she came, her moaning voice adding to the wet noises of her tongue in the mouse's cunt.

The once-disgraced hero's arousal poured down the molded ice toy inside of her as she came for a second time that day, unabashed and unworried as she exhaled her pleasure into the mouse's pussy.

It was the wanton-ness of it all that pushed Amber over her own edge. The way that Mallory gave in to it all, submitted to her in a way that was both deeper than any consent color code could have been, yet only possible through them was more alluring than even the finest porn could ever be.

The fact that she was creating the finest porn out of this moment only made it better.

Desperate shivers and shakes, obedient licks and moans, every inch of this hero in restraints that only she, only another super could have made, it all moved the entire scene towards a sort of perfection that had never quite been mastered before. Sure there had been hero porn, there had been superpower porn, but none before had been so raw and visceral and wanted by all parties.

That was what set her over the edge. That was what caused her such pleasure that she lost concentration, letting the cold flood the room as she thrusted her hips into Mallory's face while her hand in the cat's hair shoved her down. "Good FUCKING girl!" Amber cried out, keeping the kitty bitch exactly where she was needed.

Mallory had started sooner, but there was one perfect, delicious moment as they both came. As the fact that their partner felt so good made them both feel better themselves. Amber in her controlling, exposing haze and Mallory in her submissive, defeated fog both crashed into each other at the peak of their pleasure, finding each other exactly when and where they were needed.

Nothing could last forever though. Mallory had started on her climax sooner and ended sooner as well, her moans slowing down even as Amber still experienced the heights of her orgasm. Luckily for the mouse she was in charge and Mal was well trained, so even as the cat descended from her peak that tongue kept going, and Amber's grip on her hair kept her where she needed to be.

And kept her there.

And kept her there.

Amber's body kept shivering, her voice kept trembling as she tumbled through feline-induced pleasure. Mallory thought for a moment that the mouse was cumming for a long time, but given how hopped-up she was on mind-bending feelings the cat wasn't sure how long her own orgasm had lasted.

She did know that she was starting to run out of air.

Half or fully buried in mouse cunt were her only options for words when Amber was controlling her like this, and while there was nothing she'd rather have her nostrils filled with than the delectable scent of the mouse's desire, her lungs were still crying for air. Surely she'd realize though. Surely she wasn't so swept by Mallory's seedy submission that she'd forget that even heroes needed to breathe.

Right?

Mallory flicked her ear at Amber's hand in her hair. It went unnoticed. Again. Nothing. The panic started to rise in her chest. She was fine for now. But already the light-headedness was starting to seep into her. With her hands bound and her legs hopelessly encased in ice, what could she do to communicate? The dildo inside of her had damn near melted completely, and even if it hadn't Amber couldn't feel that. Was she really going to pass out stuffed in a mouse's pussy?

"Yemmphow!" She cried into those same wet folds. It was a messy noise. A wet noise. Not decipherable by any known language, code, or cipher.

But still Amber stopped for it. The tug on Mallory's hair loosened enough for her to pull back, gasping deeply as soon as she was able.

Amber giggled at the verbal slurry, "What was that pet? I was just getting--"

"Yellow!"

A blink. A second blink. Then Amber's eyes widened. "Oh I'm so sorry! I should have been paying closer attention and not letting you stay too long and--"

Mallory cut her off. "Amber."

The mouse looked down, red eyes meeting Mallory's blues. Mallory spoke softly, "You're fine. You're perfect and beautiful and I love you. I just needed to breathe. Green."

Amber smiled again, the icy restraints loosening from Mallory's body. Not enough to free her, but plenty to give her some slack. "Of course hun. Let me just..." A moment passed. "What did you say?"

Mallory was floating on the waves of endorphins and hormones that came after any earth-shaking orgasm at the hands of an experienced dominant, so she wasn't very ready for questioning. Her ears perked up and she tilted her head, "What? Just that I needed to breathe, that things are green now."

"No, before that."

"Before that? I said... I said..." Even going that far back into the haze of pleasure-flooded memories was a struggle. Then her eyes went wide.

"Mallory?"

"I said I love you."

The words were soft, on both sides. Drastically quieter than the moans either of them had been letting out minutes earlier. Neither of them made eye contact with each other. What was there to say?

Luckily at least one of them was a domme.

The ice around Mallory's legs and hands receded, leaving her free for the first time in minutes that felt like hours before the bonds reformed in a more comfortable grab, lifting her up to her feet. Unusually Amber still had a height advantage from the frosted footwear as she pushed Mallory towards the wall, only stopping when the tabby was firmly backed into place.

Her hands wandered through the stripes and softness that made up the cat's fur, piercing it like an icebreaker would a layer of frost. Going straight to the sensitive skin beneath, but always so conscious of the grain it fell on. Never ruffling her uncomfortably, never disturbing her unduly.

Mallory sighed, eyes half-lidding as she submitted to the touch. It was almost like being pet, and it was nice enough that she could nearly forget the weight of the words she'd just uttered.

Up until she heard a little bell's jingle that was.

The cat's eyes opened again as she looked down. Just in time to see the mouse's right hand trailing towards her pussy, while her left brought up a pink collar.

They'd used it a dozen, a hundred times before. It was a nice-enough looking piece and had enhanced many an OnlyFurs post, but uncomfortable to wear for too long. The little bell on the front added a cat-like charm to the look that people seemed to go wild for.

Amber's fingers slid into her pussy. Mallory was so fucking wet from cumming twice already that the deft addition only made her sigh in delight as faux leather wrapped around her neck.

"Put your hands on me too," Amber encouraged. Mallory obeyed, right hand coming forward to feel the mouse still soaked from her licking. A cute little squeak issued in response. Normally Mal wasn't too into fingers, but right now they just felt right. So intentional. So possessive. The hand that snaked up from her neck to her hair probably helped with that.

Slowly they teased each other. Mallory's fingers were bigger than Amber's, but the mouse was more used to this position, to getting inside of Mallory and feeling her out, probing for the places that made her purr. She was the only one that really did it. That fact felt odd, especially considering how many strangers had stuck themselves inside of her lately. But they were all so uncaring and crass. Amber had a finesse that even a pianist would struggle to replicate.

She had a balance finer than any orchestra as well. The control of those rodent fingers in Mallory's red hair, the pleasure of the digits inside of her. The wall was doing its part holding her in place, but it was Amber who had the control here. Mallory sank down into the submissiveness of the moment, trapped and not looking for a way out. This was where she was supposed to be.

"I want you to remember this moment Mallory. I want you to remember my fingers, remember my scent, remember ME. Look at me darling." A pause as Amber waited from compliance she knew would come. She didn't even need to use the grip on her hair. The cat wasn't going to refuse orders now. "Because no matter what happens." The collar on her neck tightened, cinched. Adjusted slightly as it found its proper place on Mallory with Mallory in HER proper place. "I love you too."

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"Miss Flame." A clear, masculine, and flat voice interrupted Mallory's train of thought. Or rather, the drifting listless balloon that was tied to her loose trail of thoughts these days. All of her mind kept going back to Amber pressed up against her, Amber and her going through various kink websites as they looked for a pink cat collar from a quality manufacturer that would be more comfortable and durable than the cheap one they had on hand, Amber and her sharing a bed every night, Amber and her--

"Miss Flame, please answer the question."

Murmurs went through the crowd. Even with the efforts to keep this event private, the courtroom was still packed, and she knew without a doubt that at least one person in the audience was discreetly recording this. What was the question again? Something about cameras and names and, oh! "No, I do not recognize that particular serial number, but--"

"And do you recognize any of the names from that list?"

"None of the men that night were using their names, so no I do not."

Her answers here hardly mattered. Her appearance on the witness stand, in a suit the same color red as her hero outfit, was a last-ditch effort by the defense, but it wasn't really helping them. There was hardly a juror they could have picked that didn't have sympathy for her already, but then something big had happened.

Hours before the discovery cut-off, the police had come through in a big way. A melted wreck of a camera had been picked up from the burned-out husk of a building. Useless ash in every way, save for the metal-stamped serial number that had survived the blaze.

Tracing that from the manufacturer to Evans Brother's Studios had been a trivial task for anyone with a warrant, and for a brief shining moment Mallory had hope.

Until she learned the camera had "been reported stolen" almost a month before "the incident in question".

The prosecutor working with her didn't know why she was disappointed about that, and even less so when they traced that camera's black market sale to a group closely linked to Samson himself. It was a slam dunk case, especially from her expensive lawyer, no matter how much the defense tried to cast doubt on it.

"Again then Miss Flame, can you really be sure that this evidence is connected?" He pointed the burnt hunk of metal and plastic and glass at her, one of the lenses inside still intact enough to flash a reflection of the bright courtroom lights in her eyes. Samson was at the defense's table, leering at her. Arthur was in the back of the room, watching everything in person.

Suddenly her suit's collar felt tighter than hands around her neck. It was tailored to fit her, but it felt two sizes too small. Everyone waited, so many eyes and lenses on her, so many watching. The camera in her face, one of those cameras, she needed to breathe, needed to--

"Objection, badgering the witness!" Called her lawyer.

"Sustained! Mr. Murphy, you have been asked twice now to give Miss Flame more space. Put that down and back yourself up willingly, or the bailiff will do it for you."

Mallory finally breathed. The additional space, the lack of a camera in her face, it let her relax. Let her not think about the german shepherd in the back of the room that had paid for the services of the lawyer who'd just saved her. "I personally can not be sure that particular camera was there BUT", Murphy tried to cut in but she talked over him, tight suit be damned, "It matches the size and was clearly there for the fire!"

A murmur of assent went through the crowd. Her lawyer nodded, the weasel and her having gone through versions of these questions more than once already. He was an up and coming hot-shot in the field, and between the video evidence, the camera, and the things Samson had said during their fight an illiterate drunk could have made the case.

She just wished it had been her paying for it. As much of a strain as it would have been on her finances, Arthur paying for her lawyer made her feel so fucking dirty. No matter how good he was, he had no idea what the canine had done. He probably even thought it was an inspiring act of charity, to help the young woman like this.

He would have been crushed to learn the same 'hero' was paying for the defense as well.

Still, they had this in the bag. The german shepherd may have been paying for both sides, but only because he knew which side he needed to succeed. Mallory was to get her win here, and then be cut off. Without any victory she'd have eternally been a poor victim that deserved better. But if she won here then any further reach would have been vindictive on her part. At best a grasp for further fame, and at worst an attack on an innocent man to try to build her brand.

Mallory just wished she could tell anyone else that.

Amber and Catherine knew, but neither of them could really help. Amber was an unknown, and Catherine already had a negative reputation among the general public. People trusted the #1 hero of the past decade. And if they didn't trust him, they trusted the media mogul. And even if they didn't trust him, they still needed his business.

He was unassailable.

"Miss Gwynn?" The judge prodded, his voice softer than either of the two canine-hired lawyers. Still it snapped her out of her thoughts, looking up to him for instruction. At least in a room of men hired by Arthur he reigned over all of them. Sure he would only see what he was supposed to see, but at least he would decide fairly based on that. Mallory gave him a weak smile.

"You can leave the bench now. I'm sorry about Mr. Murphy, but it won't happen again." The judge himself was a Komondor man, the thick braids of his fur making it hard to discern any facial features or really anything about him. It worked well to give him an air of impartiality and detachment as he governed the proceedings before him.

"Right, sorry," she mumbled, giving Murphy a wide berth as she went to sit as far from her own lawyer as she could.

"Nothing to apologize for," his deep voice rumbled. "We'll take a quick recess before closing arguments, everyone please be back here in 15 minutes."

The shuffling of movement filled the courtroom as people filed out. It had been a while, so even the most dedicated gossip journalists were probably heading to find some refreshments or restrooms. Mallory skipped the stop with her attorney, instead heading for a spot she knew would be unoccupied in the hallway. The weasel called for her, asking for her to come back and discuss her performance on the bench, but she pretended not to hear him. She needed to clear her head of this mess, even if only for a moment.

Instead it was Amber that she swung by. "I'm going for a smoke."

"You don't smoke."

"Metaphorically."

Amber frowned. "Alright. But know that I won't kiss your ashtray of a mouth if you ever do start."

Mallory smiled. "Of course hun. Don't worry, I have no plans to."

"Good. But don't be late, Judge Biro hates that."

"Stop worrying so much! We're literally in the central courthouse. I just need some fresh air after all that."

Amber nodded, burying her protective sense for a bit. She'd noticed the intensity even from back here, and wouldn't deign to harass the cat after such a display. Besides, the place was packed with police and reporters and cameras alike. "Alright alright. No worries. But remember." She paused, inviting the cat to respond.

"Remember what?"

"I love you." Amber hadn't stopped saying it since Mallory had broken that iceberg, even if it made Mallory blush like a fool under her fur every time. Maybe that was an extra incentive to do it.

"I love you too mousey," Mallory answered, ignoring that blush as she leaned in for a quick peck before departing towards the halls of the grand justice building. She was familiar with the place from both sanctioned and illicit visits, though she did find it more inviting when she wasn't avoiding the myriad security cameras.

Nonetheless her route strayed closer to the unmonitored passages she knew, quickly bringing her to the fire escape stairwell. It went straight to the basement with the paper records, or the roof. With the elevator around the corner and the main entrance stairwell just beyond that she was sure this dusty path to the top of the building would be unoccupied.

Up and up the tight-turning concrete flights she traveled, her extensive workouts keeping her spry as she went up four, five, six flights of stairs, one away from the rooftop doorway.

Where a tan and black canine was waiting.

He stood on the landing just before that door to freedom, while Mallory was a half floor below, staring up at him even more than their usual height difference would have demanded.

She'd thought about this moment. She'd prepared for it. The explosive attack, the plan to leave nothing but ashes so fine they couldn't hope to find a body, much less pin it on her. The desire to make him suffer before he went. Mallory had fantasized about how heroically she'd fight him.

Instead she just froze.

He smirked. His voice was calm, almost idle. The smooth baritone pouring like honey down onto her. "You did well on the bench today."

Mallory's heart was pounding, her brain screaming at her body to run, to fight, to flee, to do anything but stay here as he took one slow step down after another. In a life-or-death fight against a crazed supervillain she could keep her breathing under control, but here? Now? The only thing that was steady were his footsteps as he descended towards her.

"But it would be hard for them to make a case when you and that sabretooth have such a history, wouldn't it? Putting him away once before, it's clear he never forgave you. And then what he said in that square later?" Sublime-Canine shook his head, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. "Just awful."

He was only a few feet from her now, and Mallory finally made her first move. To stumble backwards a half step, hitting the cold cinderblock wall.

"You had some awfully strong words after that fight, didn't you? What was it again, 'You can only hope to get off as easy as he did?' hmm?" He was on the same level as her now, but still easily taller. Still bigger. Still impossible to hurt, still coming closer.

Why couldn't she move? Why did her instincts fail her so badly, why NOW? And why was Arthur getting so close?! There's no way he'd do anything, not here, not now! Amber was just downstairs, and so many other people too! But here...

Here, in this dark staircase, too far for anyone to hear her scream, with nothing but cold concrete on her back and the dog's heat in front of her growing with each step he took, they couldn't do a thing for her.

But still... she was safe. She had to be. It was still too risky for Arthur to do more than pressure her here. She looked up at him, hands shaking, trying to focus. Focus on anything but the silky softness of the fabric of his suit. The impeccable white of his undershirt. The strain of his pants to contain his growth under them. No, no, no! She had to focus on her breathing, letting the air fill her nose...

His scent.

It was sharp, unmistakable. The same one he had that night. She'd not stopped thinking about him since then. She'd talked about him, fantasized about fucking him, about killing him, about being fucked by him. But nothing could be so real as having him so close that she was smelling him. It hadn't even been on her mind back then, but now that he was here she didn't know why she hadn't thought of it.

It invaded her nostrils as he leaned in and grabbed her hair from behind, resting his elbow on the wall, looming over her. Tearing down the last sense of control she had. She tried to speak, her lips parting wordlessly as she looked up at him, processing what was happening... processing if it was really happening. Her psyche tried to wrap her in a blanket of delusion, to reason what Arthur was doing out of existence with how it made no sense. That it wasn't meant to happen again, that she was supposed to be safe.

But as she wrestled with her own mind, his other hand reached for her suit pants. She'd found the thin clip hard enough to fasten with both hands, but he managed to undo it with one. The button and the zipper came loose, fingers trailing down onto her black panties

Mallory's fist balled up as tears formed in her eyes. This was real. Again.

"NO!"

A conflagration that would have ripped a bus in half and a desperately shrill cry tore through the air as she drove her fist into him. All her raw strength, all her might, all her rage at what he had done to her roared through her like a bomb going off. The eruption of all these sleepless nights, of all these tears, of all these broken hopes and dreams directed straight into his vulnerable belly just below the ribcage.

She had trained to restrain her powers because she knew that if she didn't every blow could pierce metal like a bullet through paper. Here? There was no restraint.

Mallory saw the strike land. She saw the flames blow apart on either side of him, split like wood by a well-swung ax. Fire filled the stairs above and below them as suddenly as a flashover could take a house. If there had been anything but concrete here it would have been incinerated, turned to ash.

Yet the smoke dissipated. The cat's eyes quivered, her whole body shook, and Sublime-Canine stood there. Not a single thread on his suit so much as singed.

"Are you quite done?" he chided, tightening his grip on her hair, forcing a mewl out of her as she arched her back. "You know I'm invincible, darling. So I suggest you stop trying to attack me. Understand?" He shoved himself closer, giving no room for a further blow and absolutely no privacy. Without her crimson pants in the way there was nothing stopping her from feeling his hardness pressing through onto her belly, enjoying her body in spite of her disgust.

No... because of it.

He smirked, reaching a hand down to feel those black panties. Fingers pressing into them hard, splitting around her lips, pressing in. His smirk spread into a smile. "You really shouldn't play the brat when you're this wet, Gwynn. It undermines your noble argument."

Emboldened by her failure to touch him and his success at touching her, he moved his fingers up and over the waistband of her panties, slipping under that thin fabric and onto her sensitive flesh. Mallory gasped, squirming and trying to pull away in an act that only made his grip on her hair tighten, forcing her eyes to meet his.

Normally Mal wasn't too into fingers, but right now they just felt right. So intentional. So possessive. The hand digging into her hair probably helped with that. Pleasant memories flooded her mind, the opposite of what she should be feeling. This was all wrong, so why did any of it feel right? The cat whined, squirming as he felt her, touched her, owned her... Why did it feel so familiar?

"I want you to remember this moment, Kitten."

The cat's eyes widened in shock. Yes, she did remember...

This moment with Amber.

He... he couldn't have known that! She hadn't told a soul! It had to just be a coincidence, it had to! Just a product of the convenience of shoving her up against a wall and taking her. The fact that it felt so fucking good for both of them was because they were experienced with girls, that they knew what they were doing with her specifically. He wasn't making her moan into the echoing stairwell of the court because he knew that she had special attachment to being held like this. He was just doing it because he wanted to, and because she couldn't stop him.

But he was still doing it exactly like Amber had.

Tears filled Mallory's eyes as she looked up into his. Shameful moans poured out of her, the cat powerless to stop them or the treasured memories of Amber's fingers being sullied by him with his every stroke. Nothing could ever bring back the purity of that feeling she'd shared with the mouse then, no amount of looking into those red eyes could ever come without remembering his light blues. She'd found love after it all, and now he had inserted himself into it. One rotten apple that would spoil the bunch. Even her gentle voice telling Mallory she loved her was now to be marred by an echo of him whispering:

"Because, no matter what you do, from that night forward, you were and always will be mine."

Mallory cried and bit her lower lip as she came.

It didn't mute her moans. Not even close. Sparks flew from gripping hands as she scrabbled at the slick concrete of the wall in an attempt to gain some kind of support. Her legs felt weak, buckling beneath her as she was held up by his grip on her hair and his fingers inside her. The pain in her scalp furthered her submissive feelings, no matter how unwelcome they were. She didn't want this, she hated this, and yet her arousal filled her panties anyways.

"No no no no no no no no no, please_no_," she whimpered, not even realizing as the unwitting trails of her powers singed the wrists of her custom suit, the red fabric not designed to stand up to the heat like her costumes were.

He only leaned in closer, not slowing down as he milked that climax from her. His voice was barely a whisper compared to the moans of the cat, but they cut through the noise all the same. "That's it, cunt. Let it out. Enjoy it. And next time you want to cum, remember how easily it happens for me. Remember that your body recognizes its master, even if you still fucking fight me." His thumb pinched down onto her clit as he said that last part, the shock of pain making her yelp aloud, a second peak of her orgasm rolling from the sudden stab of discomfort.

A short moment passed with his fingers still inside of her before he yanked them out suddenly enough to make her gasp. She felt so beaten. So weak right now in both body and spirit. It was all she could do to gasp for air, try to recover. Mallory didn't even think to bite him as he shoved his fingers into her mouth.

"Clean me," he demanded. She wasn't really in a proper headspace, but she did try to obey. Pathetically did what he said, as if this had all been something she wanted. Maybe it was. Maybe she thought about it every time she wandered down an alley now. Maybe all of those ads online and meetings with strangers were pathetic attempts to experience this again.

He pulled his fingers from her maw before she was done, ending things on his terms again. "I hope your cunt tastes good on my hand. If you ever want it again, you know how to contact me. And if I want you, well," he chuckled, "I'll have better options."

He yanked her from the wall, prompting her forward with a clap on her ass. "Hurry back now, you've only got four minutes before court resumes."

His steps echoed confidently throughout the stairwell as Mallory could barely stay on her feet. Four? That must mean... eight minutes. Eight minutes since she had left the courtroom. Eight minutes since she had told Amber she loved her. She'd thought she struck a blow with that interview, but only two other people even knew what that meant. All her preparation and struggles had only taken down his fall guy. And him? In less time than it took to cook noodles he'd invaded her body and her life again.

Last time, she was outnumbered and lured into a trap. Here, she had no such excuse.

Her legs faltered and her eyes watered. There was a lump in her throat she just couldn't swallow. The last thing she wanted was to go back in there, to have all these people looking at her. She felt as if grime coated her fur, that everyone who so much as glanced at her would see how dirty she was.

Mallory needed to cry. She needed to take a week in her room with no one allowed in again. She needed to be alone and make her own space to prove she still could, that she could be safe somewhere.

But she'd get none of that.

Because the good Judge Biro was waiting for her, and without him not even one of her rapists would see justice. She just had to pull up her pants and panties. Wipe her tears so no one would see. And let_him_ have this new victory over her.