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Unnatural Selection - Ch 6: Six Feet Under

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#6 of FOX Academy 6 - Unnatural Selection

FOX Academy VI - Unnatural Selection

Chapter 6 - Six Feet Under

Anabel could see that the rain was falling heavily through the windows of the dorm vestibule, so she pulled the hood of her black raincoat over her head before stepping past the windows to the door. Just as she placed her paw on the panic bar to open the it her cell phone rang. Anabel stopped, leaned against the wall between the door and the window and pulled the device out to see who it was calling.

The caller ID indicated that it was Ansin Faraday trying to reach her. Wondering what the lonely bat wanted, she activated the phone and put it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi Anabel, It's me, Ansin. I called to warn you about Aglaia."

No sooner were the words spoken then the subject of the conversation appeared in the vestibule. Speak of the devil, Anabel thought, and she shall appear. Aglaia shot her a disdainful look as she brushed past the toy terrier and opened the door.

"Too late for that." She informed Ansin.

"Is she there now?"

"Uh-huh."

"Sorry about that Belle. Can you talk?"

"Uh-uh."

Aglaia had stopped in the doorway, surprised by the heavy rain. Looking flustered at being caught without a raincoat or umbrella again she undid the straps holding the maid's outfit together and draped the silky black material over her head so that just the tip of her snout was showing. Tucking her bushy blue tail up under the dress she trotted out into the rain, leaving the door standing open behind her.

"I can talk now." Anabel informed Ansin as she watched Aglaia stride away. "What was it you called me a minute ago?"

"Belle." She could hear the shyness in his response. "You know, like in 'Beauty and the Beast'."

"You are no Beast Ansin, except in bed." She teased him as she watched Aglaia dance and weave to avoid the smaller puddles. But soon she had reached the new pond that cut off all access to the other buildings and the vixen was forced to wade through it, holding the rapidly soaking back dress over her head.

Ansin giggled at Anabel's joke before turning serious again. "Aglaia seemed pretty mad about losing me to you." He cautioned. "I hope she doesn't try to take it out on you later."

Aglaia was almost halfway across the pool when Anabel replied. "If she does, she's in for a shock." At that moment she noticed a movement in the trees. A thick black cable, spitting sparks like some Chinese firework, dropped into view.

"Aglaia! Look out!" Anabel screamed, still holding the phone, knowing that she was too late and too far away but unable to do anything else. She watched in horror through the doorway as the hissing electrical serpent fell to the ground. Aglaia must have heard her warning cry or seen the movement too because she jerked her head around just as the end that was emitting the sparks touched the surface of the immense puddle.

The effect was instantaneous. Her body went rigid. Her arms shot straight out, ripping the lightweight black dress in two. She started to shake like she was possessed with demons. Her eyes began to bulge. Her mouth opened to scream, but only smoke came out. Every hair of her vibrant blue fur coat was standing straight out, and smoke began to rise from there too, until suddenly, she burst in flames.

On the phone Ansin was shouting at her to tell him what was wrong, but Anabel could not reply. She threw the phone down and rushed to help Aglaia, but remembered the first rule of rescuing someone from electrocution in time to skid top a stop a metre short of the steaming puddle. She backed away as the live wire thrashed and whipped about, much like the burning corpse of Aglaia was doing. Surely she must be dead by now, Anabel thought, please let her be dead.

All the buildings nearby suddenly went black, as did the street lights lining the roads and paths. The cable ceased to spark and lay still. Now the only light was the last of the flames flickering on Aglaia, and they too were soon extinguished by the falling rain.

Anabel stood there clutching her raincoat at her throat as the sound of approaching sirens grew louder.

* * * * * * * *

Up above, hidden in the shadows of the trees, the watcher signalled the rest to leave while the dog was fixated on the corpse in the water. A botched job, he thought, frowning. But his faith was strong. It was a setback, nothing more. Their quest would not, could not, fail.

He faded back behind the foliage. It was too dangerous to stay this close and with the rain obscuring the view there was no way to observe from a safe distance. He would have to rely on the insider to report on the progress of the investigation. It was time for him to take off.

* * * * * * * *

It was another late night for Silver and the emergency management squad. His babysitter was making a fortune. His three-year old kit, Leslie, had stopped asking when mommy was coming home and started asking if daddy was coming home when they talked on the phone. It was breaking Silver's heart, but he did not let it show. He did not let anything show when he was away from Vikki and Leslie ... ever.

After the preliminary site survey was done and the witness were interviewed, Silver gathered some items up and went to brief the Director, his old friend Tancred Williams, also known as Gold to their partner agencies, and Tanner to his friends.

Williams was waiting for Silver in his office. Mademoiselle Chienne-Caniche had left then a pot of the strong Hawaiian coffee that they both liked. The Director waited until his friend had taken a sip before he asked about the latest incident.

"Well, the cause of death was evident." Silver explained the condition of the body and how the scene matched Balfor's story and the evidence at the scene.

"So it was an accident?" Williams asked hopefully.

"No."

No?"

"No." Silver affirmed. "Once is an accident. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is a conspiracy."

"How so?" Tanner asked. In response, Silver threw a short section of electrical cable on the blotter of Tanner's antique desk. The Director examined it. "It looks frayed."

"Yes. But not weathered as it should be if it wore away over time. The cuts in the waterproof covering and the insulating material are fresh and uniform. They were made with claws and teeth. Sharp teeth. Whoever did it went just deep enough to be able to pull the cable off the transformer without electrocuting themselves. They probably thought that the frayed end would melt and destroy the evidence, but the puddle was too big and the water acted as a cooling agent until a faulty connection overloaded down the line, shutting off the power. If it wasn't for those two coincidental factors we would never have known that it wasn't an accident." Silver tapped the cable section with one claw. "This is a professional job, and that means that the other two deaths have to be looked at more closely."

"What are you going to do?" Williams inquired.

"The Students are confined to their rooms, so that they can 'de-stress' we told them. First thing tomorrow morning Doctor Gordon and his team will interview them for signs of stress not consistent with the grief of losing three colleagues. They were scheduled for Grief counselling anyway so that makes a convenient cover story for the interviews. At the same time they will get a full physical exam, supposedly to see if there are any symptoms of latent shock or post-traumatic stress syndrome. The medical technicians will actually be collecting samples from each of them for comparison to this cable and signs we have from the other deaths. Meanwhile we will go over every second of video ... again."

"Are you going to tell the students, or the staff working on the case, that this is a deliberate act of murder?"

"Not yet." Silver frowned. "I want to be one-hundred percent certain that none of them is the killer before I release that information. Even though keeping it secret could put some of them in danger, it is no more than what they signed up for in the first place." He justified.

"You could still be wrong about the first two being connected." Williams advised his friend. Silver noted that the expression on Williams' face was a little too strained for a seemingly simple statement like that. He waited silently, staring unblinkingly at the large golden fox. Williams looked away after an endless minute. "Agggh. I hate it when you do that Silver!"

"Then what aren't you telling me?" Silver asked his oldest friend quietly.

"Aglaia was not just here in Ottawa to join the Academy." Williams looked down as he divulged information normally only privy to the Director of FOX. "She had come to town to seek her father's killer."

"I knew that." Silver injected. "That was why the Diversity Board was able to send her an application. But what does that have to do with her death? Do you think the killer tracked her here and infiltrated out security just to take her out? He would have been safer to leave her be. She wasn't getting any closer to finding him by joining FOX."

"Actually," Williams sounded embarrassed, "she was. Her father was assassinated by the Perfect Stalker."

Silver flopped back in the oversized antique leather chair as his lower jaw dropped to his chest. The Perfect Stalker was a FOX agent, the ultimate deep agent, undercover as the world's foremost contract assassin. She, for the Stalker was a female now, had been a student at FOX several years ago. She had come with the mistaken belief that Silver was responsible for her father's death and had attempted to kill the old fox twice. Rejected in her attempt to seduce the senior agent so she could poison him she had turned on an arrogant fellow student instead, and murdered him. For that crime, and others prior to it, she was sentenced to death under ministerial order. But the sentence had been commuted to a life of servitude as a deep agent, as long as she cooperated. The poison that Silver had surreptitiously administered to her had an antidote that needed to be administered monthly, but the supply was totally under FOX control.

The Perfect Stalker was reputed to be the only world-class assassin with a perfect record. That was true until he crossed swords with Silver. The old fox had par-boiled the snapping turtle in a cleaver trap and replaced him with the young cloud leopard Ophelia Cassidy Sommer before anyone realized that the reclusive assassin was dead. Now all contracts were vetted by the agency. If they were to take out a rival criminal or an unfriendly Head of State they were allowed to go through. If the victim was innocent or an ally, the 'Stalker' would claim that they were too busy or not interested in the contract. And when FOX or one of its allied agencies needed a job done with the utmost deniability, Ophelia would get a call from the Director himself. Even the Chief of Staff was not deemed to have a need to know in such cases.

"I thought her father was a Greek patriot?" Silver was astounded.

"Her father was a double agent, posing as a nationalistic patriot while working for the communists during the cold war. And while the Soviet Union died at the end of the last millennium not all the communist terrorists they were supporting did. They pretended to be after him to fool her mother into marrying him. Then they tried to work him into the Western agencies as a trusted cultural expert. The Greeks picked up a courier and found evidence linking her father to the terrorists. They came to me to have the issue resolved. I called in the Stalker."

Now Silver understood. Aglaia had probably used every favour she was owed to track Ophelia back to Ottawa. Silver would have liked to know exactly how that connection had been made, but it was too late to ask the blue fox now. Operational security was one of the Stalker's mandates, if she was threatened with exposure she could eliminate the threat without referring back to FOX headquarters. But to be operating on the grounds of the Academy, and against Academy personnel without at least clearing through the Chief of Staff was going way too far. Ophelia was about as loose as a cannon as you could get, but even she would not dare cross Silver again, would she?

"I'll give her a call before I come to any conclusions." Silver conceded.

"And I have to go brief the Minister and the Clerk of the Privy Council." Williams said sadly, convinced that Silver had the easier job.

* * * * * * * *

The students were kept in and separate from one another by security guards placed discretely around the dorm 'for your protection'. Grief can do funny things to your mind, and all the guards were trained suicide interveners, or so they were told. The 'Grief Counselling' was held in each student's room. Doctor Gordon felt that they would be more at ease in familiar surroundings and he wanted to see if their artifacts gave any clue as to their mental state.

The tall white rat that habitually wore a lab coat had also been asked to keep an eye out for any particular symbology the students may have idly drawn or scratched into the walls or furniture. Silver was of the opinion that some kind of religious or cultural beliefs were behind all this and Doctor Gordon agreed with him to a degree. But strong religious belief itself was not enough to turn someone into a killer he advised the Chief of Staff, otherwise there would be a lot more incidents like the one in Fort Hood last year, and not only by Muslims; plenty of Christian sects preached the doctrine of the crusade still.

His first stop was the room of the Malaysian husky, Sanmer Soon. Gordon had reviewed the file before going in. The husky was 170 centimetres tall, on the short end of average, and 65 kilograms, not overweight, but he did have a slight bulge around the belly. Probably from spending so much time in front of a computer, Gordon supposed. Rusty would run that off him soon enough, and add an extra ten kilos of muscle in the process.

Sanmer's coat was black and white in the usual pattern with no special marking. He had no tattoos or piercings. His psychological profile listed him as being slightly shy and definitely obsessive-compulsive, but that was not an undesirable trait for a secret agent, providing one could channel it into their work. The shyness would be a bigger problem, but half of the course was designed to build up the confidence of those that lacked it, and rein in those that had an over abundance. Anyone who got too cocky on a field exercise was likely to find Silver rising up from the swamp behind them with a knife in his teeth and an evil light in his eye.

Silver was obsessive too, Gordon knew, as well as a bit paranoid. The combination had helped him survive in a business where mistakes mean sudden and final retirement. He wondered how long these students, all selected by an outside agency, would last.

Sanmer's room was sparsely decorated. He had some books, some guides for some computer game, World of Warcraft Gordon thought it was called, and a poster of a couple of huskies power gliding. It took Gordon a second to realize that the poster was a blow up of a photo of Sanmer and an older husky that he resembled. It must be his father or an uncle, the rat presumed. They looked like they were having fun. A good relationship with one's father was important for the mental grounding of the agents. Those without a stable father figure tended to be overly protective and go off on vendettas, like Marcel. But even the vicious little black fox had come along fine once Silver had stepped up to provide that missing link.

The interview and physical for Sanmer went quickly. The husky had kept mostly to himself during the little free time that they had, playing on his computer. He had not been close to any of the students that had died, although he missed the stories of the fox Muzzle a bit. The technician, a brown rabbit that worked in the infirmary, collected bits of fur and claw scrapings as she pretended to check Sanmer's blood pressure and circulation during the interview. She shook her head when Sanmer was not looking to indicate that the samples did not seem to match those found at the various sites.

When they were done Doctor Gordon was of the opinion that the husky was not involved in any murders, plots or conspiracies. Using his discretion he told Sanmer that he could leave the dorm now and wander about if he wanted. Classes would not resume until the next day.

"I'll probably just stay here and play on my computer." Sanmer said, looking to the screen as if it had called him.

"In that case I'm ordering you to get out in the fresh air." Gordon told him firmly. "I will inform the guards that you are not allowed back in until after supper. Go, get on with you." Doctor Gordon hurried Sanmer out of his room and propelled him toward the exit.

Once outside Sanmer looked around. The day was sunny and warm, a bit humid as the moisture from yesterday's rains evaporated in the strengthening sun. But it was promising to be a lovely day. Although he was still confined to Academy grounds, that included the Central Experimental Farm with its barns and fields, the ornamental gardens with their colourful plants, and the Arboretum with its cool pathways under majestic trees. But Sanmer was used to being told where to be when, and getting there early. With no particular place to go and no definite time to be there he stood frozen in indecision.

He wished that he could go back to his room, but that was not allowed. There were computers in the school but the sites that Sanmer wanted to visit, the game sites and his favourite porn sites, were blocked. Maybe he would go there and cruise the news networks for information about what the corrupt bastards in charge of Malaysia were up to these days. Having fled the country his family did not have a high opinion of the current regime.

"Hey, you just going to stand there all day?"

Surprised, Sanmer looked around for the voice.

"Up here." Sanmer looked up. There was a ring-tailed lemur in the tree directly above him. The lemur was working on one of the security cameras that were mounted on the outside wall of the dorm. He had the body of the camera open and was swapping components that Sanmer recognized as the internal memory. He put the one he had taken from the camera carefully into a static-proof bag and placed it in a satchel he had slung around his neck. He looked down at Sanmer and smiled. Something about the lemur looked familiar.

"Just wanted to give you fair warning. If you are going to stand there all day you will get jumped on." The lemur said through a grin. "Because you are standing in my landing area."

Sanmer checked the compass that he wore on his wrist and took two big steps directly to the west. "How's that?" He called back.

"Perfect." The lemur did a totally unnecessary but very graceful spin around the branch before dropping to the ground. He landed in a crouch, rolled and sprang to his feet with his right paw held out directly in front of the startled husky. "Names Joel, Joel Grigori." He said as Sanmer took the paw and shook it tentatively.

"Sanmer Soon." He replied. "I'm a new student here." He was sure that he had seen that ginning face somewhere before. He started a systematic review in his mind of all the lemurs he had ever met or seen.

"I'm the forger," Joel informed him. "and assistant tech bullshit." He held up the satchel in explanation. "I could use a spare paw to enter all this data in the server. You know anything about computer?"

"A bit. I spend a lot of time on my PC." Sanmer's brain had produced an image of a lemur that seemed to match the one who called himself Joel, but could it be the same one? The one he was picturing was a lemur he had seen on several of the BDSM sites he had been cruising lately. On those sites the lemur was usually wearing a geek mask or other facial covering and exposing other parts of his body, ones that were currently covered by his shirt, slacks, and lab coat. But Sanmer's memory was seldom wrong, and that grin was a match for the one that usually had a hard red rubber ball clenched in it. There was only one way find out if he was right, so he added shyly, "I've downloaded a lot of games ... and porn."

The Lemur's smile deepened. "Who hasn't? You'll do. Come with me." Handing the satchel to Sanmer Joel turned and headed toward the nearby support building.

Strange, Sanmer thought as he obediently followed, he didn't ask if I was busy or had somewhere else to be. It's like he knew I was free for the day. But how could he have known that? Sanmer looked back at the camera that the lemur had been working on and saw that it was pointing toward the dorm instead of away from it. It was, in fact, pointing directly into the window of his room. Therefore, his logical mind told him, the meeting was arranged and the lemur wants something from me.

He wondered if it was the same thing he was hoping to get from the lemur.

* * * * * * * *

After reviewing the next student's file, Doctor Gordon stopped for a coffee and to chat with the guards before starting the interview.

"Did the husky go outside like I told him to?" He inquired, sipping the hot brew.

"Yes Doctor."

"Did he stay outside or did he try to get back to his room?"

"He stayed outside in one spot for a bit, them he left with one of the staff. I think he was helping bring some stuff over to the support building." The guard speculated.

"That's good." Gordon saw the spontaneous social interaction as a sign of improvement in the shy husky. "Who was it?" He asked before taking another mouthful of black coffee.

"Joel Grigori, the forger." The guard replied casually, unprepared for the doctor's reaction. Searing coffee sprayed the guard's face and upper torso, staining his uniform and his fur, and blinding him.

Doctor Gordon, a qualified medical practitioner as well as a psychologist, treated the guard himself. Although fraternization between the staff and the students was forbidden, by the time he had washed the big dog's blistered eyes and bandaged his burned snout he had decided not to intervene in whatever scheme Joel had concocted. He had two reasons. Firstly, whatever it was the lemur had planned it would surely involve the husky's loss of virginity, a necessary step in the process of becoming an agent. Secondly, he could use the knowledge to get something from Joel; and he had a feeling he knew where he could get all the film he needed for that sexuality study Doctor Jones was writing. If he provided enough research material, maybe he could get co-authorship out of the crabby white wallaby.

* * * * * * * *

Joel had to sign Sanmer into the supply building by swiping his pass after that of the husky because students were not allowed in that section of the Academy unaccompanied. He led Sanmer down the hall to his office where he repeated the procedure. The forger's office was one of the most secure rooms in the Academy, since one could print a passport and money from almost any nation with the equipment in there. Once inside Joel instructed him put the satchel down on the table beside the computer.

The room was dominated by the largest plasma screen that Sanmer had ever seen outside a stadium. It was connected to a Cray main frame which in turn was connected to a high-end workstation with every peripheral imaginable. There was even a full body suit for interacting with the artificial worlds like Tilia Life. Sanmer wondered if it would work with World of Warcraft. Wouldn't that be a blast!

"I'll get the transfer program up and running and then we can ingest the memory modules one after the other." He said. "Just take the computer out of sleep mode by shaking the mouse while I work on the server, okay?" Sanmer nodded yes and did as he was instructed. As soon as he touched the mouse the screen came to life, immediately filling with multicoloured images. Sanmer's jaw dropped in shock.

The massive screen was split into several images. Some of them showed websites that Sanmer had spent a lot of time looking at, and pawing off to, recently. One section was a video feed from a security camera, the one mounted outside of his window. It showed him naked except for a towel across his lap, pawing off to one of the free bondage images the sites offered to entice folks to buy a membership. On the big screen the image of him pounding the puppy was almost life-sized.

Sanmer was frozen in fascination. Just as the video version of himself threw its head back and began to pump its penis faster a paw was placed on the one of his that was on the mouse. The paw guided the curser to a red 'X' in the corner of the screen and deft digits pressed down on his to close the video file. Still unable to move or speak, Sanmer felt Joel's body pressing against his.

"You've been visiting my sites." Joel breathed into Sanmer's ear. "See anything you liked?"

"In the sense of being in agreement with, or approving of, no, I did not 'like' what I saw, or what I did while I was watching." As usual, Sanmer's logical mind answered before his emotional self could. "But in the sense of being disposed to, or desiring something, yes, there were things there that I 'liked'. Things that I liked a lot." Good boy, his emotional half congratulated the rational side, I couldn't have put it better myself.

"Want to see something really cool?" Joel asked.

"S ... sure. What is it?"

"A new invention. Come with me." Joel turned the pliant husky around and led him out of the lab by the paw. The lemur almost scampered down the stairs to the sub-sub-basement in his excitement, forcing Sanmer to jog to keep up. There were few doors in the dim corridors and Joel stopped in front of one that looked more used than the others, if the trails in the dust were any indication. The lemur produced an old brass key hanging from a string around his neck and opened it. He pulled Sanmer in and hastily closed the door after checking to see if they were followed.

It looked like a workshop, Sanmer thought, with lathes, planning benches, drill presses and some tools he could not identify. Bits of wood, metal and carbon fibre components were scattered about. In one corner there was a pile of skateboards with the logo of a famous pro skater on them. In another there was a prototype of the more functional suit that he had seen in the lab upstairs. At the back of the room was a large frame covered with a canvas tarp. That was where Joel was leading him.

The lemur pulled the tarp off the frame to reveal a network of chrome pipes, leather straps, and chromium cuffs. A number of articulated arms were stationed near a rack of accessories, like suede flails, leather whips, rubber dildos, and innumerable appendages for pinching, poking and tweaking.

"Tah-dah!" Joel gestured toward the machine and waited expectantly for the husky's reaction.

"What is it?" Sanmer asked, confused.

"What is it?" Joel sounded offended. "It is the multi-user Dominator 3000 (patent pending). It can automatically handle the domination of up to four master-less submissives at a time. That is the single biggest problem in the BDSM world, I have discovered." He explained. "The lack of competent masters and other dominants while there are so many unfulfilled submissives. This invention is going to help both submissives who need a little dominating and new masters in training. See? You can strap yourself to these appendages and let the computerized master walk you through the whole process. There is even a semi-controlled 'supervisory' mode where the computer will only correct poor technique but not take over completely. What do you think?"

Sanmer looked at the machine with fascination. It was twice as big and three times as complicated as anything he had seen on the lemur's web sites. It looked intimidating, but stimulating at the same time, like a burly wolf in leather harness holding a whip in one paw and a massive erection in the other.

"It's wonderful." Sanmer said at last.

Now it was Joel's turn to be bashful. He clasped his paws behind his back and looked at the floor where he drew patterns in the dust with one foot. "Want to ... uh ... give it a try?" He peeked up through thick lashes at the husky.

"Yeah. Okay." Sanmer took the plunge. It wasn't like the lemur had propositioned him or anything, he thought. He just asked him to help test something that looked a lot like an exercise machine. It wasn't like sex at all when you thought of it that way. Nothing to get nervous or tense about. He took a few deep breaths to calm his heart, which was not convinced by his argument. "What ...what do I do?"

"Come, come." Joel gestured. "Stand over here, right in front of this frame. You'll ... uh ... have to take your clothes off."

"Of course. Sure." Sanmer stared at the wall and swallowed hard as he began to slip off his clothes. Joel gathered them up and put them on a relatively clean spot on the drill press. When Sanmer was naked Joel came back and gently guided his wrists and ankles into padded cuffs. A wide leather belt went around Sanmer's waist.

"Soft restraints for your first time." He said in a kind voice. "And we'll use a simple program for two. You able to act as switch?" Joel wanted to know if Sanmer could be give as well as receive once the action got sexual.

"Yes." Sanmer gulped, hoping that he was telling the truth but not really knowing. He had never acted as anything before, but he was equally stimulated by images taken from the dominant's point of view as he was by ones showing the submissive being dominated. Hopefully he would not be too scared to do anything in either case.

"Good." Joel stepped back and quickly stripped off his clothes too. He attached somewhat rougher restraints to his own arms and legs. The remote control was close to his right paw. "Ready?" He asked

Sanmer did not dare to speak, but he nodded his head vigorously.

"Then here we go." Joel's digit pressed a green button on the remote. It was at one end of a row that had a yellow, an orange, a red and a black button. "Green is the beginner level." Joel explained. "Yellow is intermediate, orange is experienced, and red is expert."

"What about the black button?" Sanmer asked as the tension on his cuffs began to increase.

"Forget the black button kid. For the black button you need at least four expert participants, two of which are already dominant and the other two dedicated masochists, preferably with a death wish. You also need an ambulance on standby." While he spoke the machine came to life, manoeuvring the two into position facing each other but two meters apart, where they could see what was happening to each other but not touch.

"The program randomly selects the instruments and acts according to the parameters entered." Joel explained as a vicious looking whip and a paddle were attached to the mechanical arms. "If things become too much for you just press the button by your left paw three times in a row. That will stop the program and release you. I can also stop it from here if you pass out." The arm with the whip swung around behind Joel, the one with the paddle slid into place behind Sanmer. The machine forced him to bend over and he felt his curled tail lifted up out of the way.

"Has this thing been safety tested?" He called as the paddle cranked back in preparation.

"Its about to beeeee...aaagh" Joel cried as the whip cracked against his buttocks. His cry was drowned by a whoop of surprise from Sanmer as the wooden paddle connected with his virgin buttocks.

"Hey! That stings!" Sanmer managed to get out before the paddle connected again. And it did sting, quite a bit at first, but as the blows continued he noticed that the pain was being overridden by warmth that was spreading from the point of impact. Logically, he thought, it had to be caused by increased circulation and molecular agitation of the blood, but his brain interpreted it as pleasure. He grit his teeth after each blow but between strikes his face relaxed into a pleased grin. He could see the same effect coming over the lemur opposite him.

He also noted that Joel's prick was already growing stiff and he watched it with fascination. It became longer and harder as the whip continued to strike on the lemur's back, thighs and calves. In minutes it was fully erect and dripping tiny drops of watery fluid. Sanmer had experienced that leakage himself while rubbing his penis through his shorts in from of the computer. It had been the cause of several anxious moments as he envisioned his mother marching into the bedroom with his stained shorts in her paws, demanding an explanation.

He looked back between his own legs. His own erection was growing as the warmth spread and his brain added the sexual element to the scenario. The paddling became faster and moved down the back of his legs. When it reached his knees the machine pulled his feet off the floor and up beside his butt. The paddle slapped the soles lightly several times and then delivered a few hard blows to the buttocks again. It repeated the pattern.

The armature servicing Joel had switched implements. Now it had tongs that pinched and pulled at the lemur's nipples, his testicles and other tender spots. While it worked the frame slowly forced the lemur to his knees. Sanmer's position changed also, he was returned to standing with his legs spread as a short leather strap smacked his balls repeatedly from behind, soundly but not too hard.

A second arm came around in front of Sanmer and a chrome device was slipped over his prick. He felt something moist and then the device was withdrawn. Looking down he saw that his stiff cock was wet and shiny.

"The AutoLube 350." Joel beamed. "Another invention of mine. For disease or pregnancy prevention I also have the Condomnator 707." Joel fell silent as the machine clunked. Gears turned and wheels spun as the two participants were being moved closer together. Sanmer was being walked forward while Joel was forced to crawl toward him. A mechanical voice came on through a hidden speaker.

"Suck it Joel, suck it." The machine demanded as Sanmer's pulsing cock moved within centimetres of Joel's open mouth. Sanmer noticed a laser scanner tracking the progress and calculating the proximity of the two. It's like spacecraft docking, he realized. Joel had thought of everything.

"I've got to get a better voice synthesizer." Joel commented, licking his lips expectantly. "That one is too ...urk .. murrfle ...uhmmmm."

The machine had shut Joel up by shoving Sanmer's hips forward when his mouth was wide open on the long 'O' sound of the last word. The laser tracker had worked well, placing Sanmer's cock in the centre of the target. The result was a warm, wet docking of cock and mouth. He wondered what would have happened if Joel had been saying "cheese". That would be bad, he thought, but he supposed that Joel had programmed the scanner to avoid fang on flesh damage, at least at the beginner level. He wondered what kind of code was needed to do that. Then he suddenly realized that he was having sex, with someone else, for the first time in his life.

He looked down. Joel's head bobbed back and forth on his cock, spreading lube and saliva down as far as the tuft of fur at the base. The machine was letting Joel do all the work there while it administered the occasional whack to Sanmer's thighs and butt, just to keep the circulation going. It was pinching and slapping Joel more viciously though, as he had set his frame to a higher level. Throughout the process the mechanical voice called the lemur dirty names and encouraged Joel to take it all in.

Take it all in he did, and Sanmer could not imagine ever feeling this good again. The hot lemur lips and wet tongue were so much more alive than his rough paw had ever been, even with that special lube he had blown two months of his allowance on. Now the machine had released Joel's paws and he was caressing Sanmer's butt with one while rolling his balls around with the other. He slipped a digit into his mouth, along side Sanmer's cock, and greased it up with spit and lube. Then he put that digit against the hole just below Sanmer's curly tail and wiggled it about.

Sanmer wanted to grab Joel's head to drive his cock deep into the lemur's face, but the machine held his wrists firmly up and apart. There was nothing he could do, he realized, except press the escape button, and he did not want to do that. So he surrendered and let Joel ad the machine have their way.

The machine had stopped slapping him, but Joel was pressing harder on his tail hole and sucking harder on his cock. He was also mumbling something that could have been "fill me Sanmer, shoot that cum and fill me" or "kill me, Sanmer, shoot that gun and kill me". Since the lemur knew that students were not allowed to carry guns Sanmer guessed it was the former.

The husky felt the familiar pressure building up in his sack. He desperately tried to remember what he had read about delaying orgasm, but his excellent memory failed him as Joel stuck a digit up his tailhole and twisted it inside. Shoot his cum he did, wad after wad after wad of it, straight down the lemur's throat.

Sanmer hung from his restraints, bathed in sweat, as the mechanical voice droned "Swallow it Joel. Swallow it." There must be sensors in the cuffs that read blood pressure, pulse and skin tension like a Polygraph machine, he supposed, given that it knew when he was about to come and when he had finished. He guessed that now that they were done the machine would release them, unless Joel had built in a sanitizing cycle?

He had guessed wrong about being released, and no hot wet towels appeared either. Instead the machine came back to life and began paddling his behind again while it bent him over and turned him around. A clamp on his tail held it up to clear the target zone. Looking over his shoulder he saw that Joel had been placed upright and released from his restraints. The lemur was stroking his cock with one paw as the AutoLube 350 appendage retreated and grinning evilly.

"Switch time Sanmer." Joel hissed. "Are you up for it, or would you rather use the escape button?" He rubbed his hard on between the cheeks of Sanmer's ass to spread the lubricant as he spoke.

It was the kind of challenge that Sanmer had always responded to. A trait that he did not realize he had, but one that Doctor Gordon's tests had revealed to the Academy's psychologist. It indicated the kind of determination that it took to be a successful secret agent. That drive that led one to overcome all odds and pull off a victory when all hope was gone. It gave you the stamina to finish off an opponent twice your size in a fight, and the ability to yiff your way out of trouble when all else failed. Sanmer tucked his head into the hollow of his shoulder and grit his teeth.

"You're driving Joel. Take me home."

"Now you even sound like an agent." Joel groaned. "Here she comes!" And with that he pulled his hips back and drove them forward again.

Sanmer, who had never had so much as a rectal exam before, expected to experience a great deal of pain; ripping, tearing, searing pain. So he was surprised when his tailhole opened to accommodate the lemur's cock. His jaw dropped as a sensation unlike any other shot through him. It was like a steady swelling inside him, a ball of pleasure that seemed to get bigger the farther his hole was spread, threatening to burst any second. But it didn't. It just grew and grew until he felt Joel's hips against his buttocks.

Joel's digit had done more than excite the ring of sensitive tissue, it had lubed the virgin ass well enough so that the stiff oily prick slid right in. But it was tight, as tight as Joel could wish for. He forced his cock in slowly but steadily until his hips pressed against the warm cushion of Sanmer's butt. He pulled it out just as slowly, revelling in the feel of the taut ring piece as it slowly surrendered his prick. He pulled back until the tip was clear and watched as the hole closed. Then he put the head of his cock against it and did it all over again.

Joel continued to pump the husky's ass in a steady rhythm. Usually on the receiving end of this sort of thing, Joel occasional liked to switch things around. And ever since he had seen the adorable husky cruising his web sites he had been overcome with an urge to pound that puppy's porthole. So much so that he was having difficulty keeping the pace reasonable. But he resisted the urge to just yiff away at the ass like a monkey, for as long as he could anyway.

On Sanmer's part, he was discovering new worlds of stimulation. He had pawed off a number of different ways, using various lubes, materials and techniques. He had tickled himself, squeezed his balls, rubbed his glands and even tried to think his way to orgasm. He could only accomplish the last with plenty of visual stimulus. But this sensation was totally different from any of that. It was coming from inside him for one thing, almost like the feeling he got deep in his balls just before he came. And there were two distinct sources. One was the ring of tender flesh that responded in proportion with the amount of cock inside him at any given time. It ebbed and flowed like the tide in concert with Joel's movements. The other was a spot inside and forward, just above the root of his cock. It sent sparks shooting through him whenever Joel's cock passed over it.

The twin effects had given Sanmer another erection. It stood out straight and harder than the one before. So hard in fact that it ached in a way that was painful but still pleasurable, like the last few strokes you dealt yourself after you had already come. But it just hung there in the air, out of his reach and ignored by Joel for now.

Joel managed to resist the urge to go wild for a few more minutes but the need was too great. Gripping Sanmer's hips firmly he increased the pace, accelerating with each stroke until he could barely hold on. He could feel and hear the effect it was having on the husky as Sanmer writhed in his restraints, trying to push back and attempting to reach his own prick at the same time. The canine was humping the air instinctively as he fought to achieve a second orgasm. Joel decided to help.

He leaned down to lay along Sanmer's back and wrapped his arms around the husky's torso. Then, with his hips pounding at full throttle he grabbed Sanmer's prick and pumped it as fast as he could.

"Ah - ah - aha - ah." Joel gasped as his balls seemed to swell to the size of balloons. "Aggghhyaaah!" He cried when those balloons burst and fiery cum shot through his rod and into Sanmer's butt.

The heat inside, from friction as well as a large load of molten spooge, and the sliding paw on his prick did it for Sanmer. He grit his teeth to keep from howling like a wolf as his system overloaded. He jerked like a puppet as fresh frothy white cum shot from his prick and stained the dusty floor below his lowered head.

Joel stopped moving almost immediately, frozen in a moment of ecstasy. Sanmer bucked and jerked for a full minute before he got back in control of his nervous system. Finally he was motionless, still bent over with Joel's cock inside him. He was still attached to the machine, and was just about to ask what comes next when he heard a ring tone emitting from the machine itself. Without pulling out, Joel straightened and pulled a headset off one of the armatures and put it on before activating it. Sanmer watched him from over his shoulder. Joel indicated that he should keep silent with a digit held in front of his lips.

"Joel Grigori." The lemur answered.

"Joel, this is Silver. Where are you?" Sanmer heard. It seemed that the framework had a built-in speaker phone.

"I'm over at the support building, down in my workshop."

"Have you collected all the camera hard drives yet?"

"Yes. They are being ingested as we speak. I should have an updated model for you in two hours." Joel said, glancing at the clock hanging over the lathe.

"Good." Silver replied. "But I expected you to give this your full attention. Why did you go to your workshop?"

"Well, work has been piling up down here." Joel answered looking down at where his still engorged penis disappeared into Sanmer's tailhole, "And I was getting a little behind."

* * * * * * * *

Joel showed Sanmer an old shower room in the sub-sub-basement, once used by bygone maintenance staff that had to shovel coal into the furnace when the building was new ... a hundred and ten years ago. They enjoyed a little slap and tickle but both knew that Joel had to get back to work. Sanmer helped Joel to finish loading the video drives into his server and then left before the Chief of Staff could arrive.

He wandered over to the student cafeteria where he found the remaining students, Thomas, Zac, Anabel, Ansin and Saira, sitting around one of the larger tables. They made room for him as he pulled a chair up.

"Hey Anabel." Sanmer greeted the toy terrier in a quiet voice. "How are you feeling?" He imagined that witnessing two deaths and finding the body of the third would have an effect on anyone.

"As well as can be expected, I guess. It's not like she was my best friend forever or anything." She sounded okay but he noticed that her eyes were rimmed with red, like she had been crying.

Sanmer could think of nothing else to say, and without Aglaia to drive the conversation the group fell into an uneasy silence. Ansin was sitting across from Anabel, occasionally giving her longing glances. Thomas slumped in his chair and flicked an old Ronson lighter he kept on him for no apparent reason on and off. Zac leaned on the table with his muzzle resting on his crossed arms and stared into space. Saira sat sideways in his chair and picked at his pale fur with is funny bird-like paws.

"So now what do we do?" Thomas asked no one in particular.

"We could go to the gym." Zac said. He could use a good work out.

"The weather is nice. We could take a walk in the ornamental gardens." Saira proposed. Thomas' snort of derision vetoed that idea.

"I wish I had a beer." Ansin muttered. "On warm nights in Georgia we would sit by the river, Mom, my brother and me, and drink beer around a campfire. Not that we needed a fire for warmth, but the smoke kept the mosquitoes away."

"Now there's an idea." Thomas sat up. "A big fire and some beer. Nothing better."

"Too bad we don't have any beer though." Zac pointed out.

"We could still have a fire." Thomas insisted. "There's a big stretch of woods behind here that is supposed to belong to the Academy, so we would not be violating the restriction to stay on FOX property. What do you say?"

"Nah, it wouldn't be the same." Ansin began, but he was interrupted by Anabel.

"Uh, excuse me? But, it's just, well ... I have some beer." She said the last in a rush.

"You Do?" Zac was surprised. "How much?"

"A case. A two-four. I picked it up in Quebec where it's cheaper and you can buy it in the grocery stores. I thought it might be useful ... you know ... one day." She had bought the beer thinking that they could drink it at the end of course party. She did not mention that she had also bought decorations for the graduation party, a dress for that party, an array of noisemakers, and a dozen exploding confetti shooters in case it was that kind of party.

Zac grinned. Twenty four beers between the six of them was four beers each. And maybe Saira or Anabel would only have one or two each. The idea was certainly looking doable.

"Oh! Oh! I have some marshmallows." Saira added excitedly

"Why am I not surprised?" Thomas mumbled, but Zac elbowed him before he could put a damper on the rising mood.

"There's a gate and a path leading into the woods behind the agent's lounge." Zac informed the rest. He had seen it several times as he wandered about the grounds. "Let's all meet there in thirty minutes."

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A half hour later the group reassembled. Most had changed into more suitable clothes for a cookout. Floppy hats, sandals, sneakers and shorts predominated. Ansin wore long pants and a log-sleeved shirt and reeked of mosquito repellent.

"They suck your blood, dude." He explained with a shudder.

Zac saw that Anabel had put on tight denim shorts, the kind that almost disappeared between a girl's legs, and wore a plaid shirt tied in a knot below her small breasts. The effect was country Tom-boy cute. Very cute. Zac shook his head to clear it.

Then he noticed that Saira was dressed almost the same way. We really need to settle that sexuality issue tonight, before someone gets a surprise, he thought, noting the way Thomas was looking at the little cat.

"We have everything?" He asked. Paws rose clutching marshmallows, a lighter, bamboo skewers and, most importantly, a case of beer. "Then let's go." He led them to the gate and into the woods.

It was late afternoon and the first beers were passed around as soon as they were hidden under the cool canopy of the trees. As expected Anabel and Saira did not drink, nor did Sanmer, who mumbled something about religious beliefs. Zac sipped his appreciatively as he looked about for a good spot for the fire. Ansin, a lightweight drinker, also drank slowly. Thomas on the other paw chugged his first beer and called for a second before they had gone half a kilometre.

The trail wound through the woods, topped a rise, and crossed a muddy creek that was spanned with boards. They were neatly arranged, so someone must come down her regularly Zac supposed. He wondered if the Academy surveillance extended down here. The trail continued uphill from there, until came to a sharp ridge. Anabel and Ansin were sharing the task of carrying the beer. They were the first to the summit, and they stopped dead in their tracks when they saw what lay beyond.

The rest joined them on the ridge, looking down into a small hidden valley that contained an oval pond, a quaint gazebo, and a partially completed rock garden of immense proportions. The pond was crystal clear and fed by a spring under the gazebo. It drained at the far end where the ground fell away suddenly in a babbling cascade.

"Do you think that we are still on Academy grounds?" Saira asked in awe as the sunlight through the trees made chips of mica in the rock sparkle and glow like some fairy kingdom.

"According to the map they gave us it's all academy Property until Fischer Street." Zac informed them.

"We should seriously have our party here." Anabel said, enthralled.

"We can't build a fire here." Thomas scowled. "There's no room around the pond and we don't want to burn down their gazebo ... do we?" Did the timber wolf sound hopeful, Zac wondered?

"Not tonight, stupid. The end of course party. This place would be perfect." Anabel countered.

Zac interceded to calm them down. "We'll have to ask when we get a little closer to graduation." If any of us survive that long, he added to himself. "Let's look a little farther down hill, along that path."

They skirted the pond, passing an old wheelbarrow that had a coil of rope in it and a shovel leaning against it. The path zigzagged back and forth across the steep slope and ended in what looked like an abandoned quarry, a small one. It was obviously the source of the rocks for the multi-tiered garden up above, and a pile of black earth dumped off by the end of a wider track indicated that civilization was not far off. This looked like the end of the line. Zac indicated that Ansin and Anabel should put the case of beer down.

"Good spot." Thomas commented. "Lots of rock to make a fire pit and a sandy base so it doesn't spread. No chance of burning down the forest here." He was a bit obsessed with the thought of burning something down, Zac observed. Maybe he should ask someone else to start the fire, but it was too late. The tall wolf was already directing the others to build a ring of rock and collect dead twigs and sticks to base the fire on. There was not much wood about the old quarry but he managed to find a few logs to tent the smaller kindling with.

They stood around the fire pit and admired Thomas' creation. But Ansin put a damper on the fire, so to speak, with a casual, but accurate, observation.

"Do you think it will light?" The skinny bat asked. "After all, that wood was sitting out in the rain all yesterday and it still feels kind of damp."

"Not to worry, Ansin old chum." Thomas reached into his shirt and pulled out a small bottle with a sealed stopper. "This will light anything." The wolf leaned over the pile and pulled the stopper with his teeth. He sprinkled the thick yellow fluid all over the wet wood. "Stand back." He advised as he flicked his lighter and stuck out his paw.

"Hey, I've smelled that stuff before." Saira exclaimed, stepping closer and leaning down until his nose was almost touching the wood. "When we lived on the same installation as where they stored old chemical and biological weapons. It smells just like ...." the Ronson dropped into the pile just as Saira finished, "... napalm."

There was a loud 'whoosh' and a tower of flame shot up as Thomas and Saira tumbled backwards. The rest jumped back instinctively. Just as Thomas and Saira regained their feet the fire exploded, sending shards of burning wood in every direction.

"Good." Thomas commented as he picked up a small log by the cool end and threw it back into the fire pit. "It's going."

"Going?" Anabel scoffed as she surveyed the quarry, which now had a dozen small fires burning here and there. "It's friggin' gone! You blew all the firewood away!"

"No big deal. We can find some more. This is a forest, you know." Thomas busied himself with gathering the scattered pieces that could be picked up and rebuilding the fire. He helped himself to another beer as he passed the case.

"I did see plenty of dead fall on the way in, but none since we passed the pond." Zac commented. "But there must be some in the woods around here."

"I can go get some." Sanmer volunteered.

"Me too." Anabel added. "Sanmer, you go east and I'll go west and we can cover twice as much ground."

"I would suggest that nobody goes anywhere alone." Zac said seriously. "Those other deaths might have been accidents, but we don't know this area and someone could get hurt in the bush."

"I'll go with Anabel." Ansin spoke up hastily.

"And I'll go with Sanmer." Zac nodded to the husky.

"What about me?" Saira jumped up eagerly. "I want to help."

I suggest that you and Thomas go wash the soot off yourself in the pond." Anabel injected. "You fur is still smouldering and you both smell like a refinery."

Saira looked doubtfully at the tall wolf who had just finished off his third beer "Do I have to?"

"Come on little guy." Thomas said, slapping the smaller feline-bat cross between the shoulder blades hard enough to make him stumble. "You're not shy are you?"

Saira cringed, but did not protest as Thomas urged him up the path toward the pond. Anabel and Ansin turned left and waded into the undergrowth. Sanmer turned right and stepped into the foliage. Zac starred to follow and then thought of something.

"Bring that shovel back with you Tommy Boy." He called after the wolf. Then he added under his breath, "and we can use it to put you out next time."

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Saira licked his digits and used them to dampen his fur where a few sparks still fumed. "you always light a fire that way?" He asked Thomas. "What are you, an explosives expert?"

"No." Thomas said from behind, where he could get a good look at Saira's rolling butt and swaying tail on the trail above him. "I'm a helicopter pilot."

"You fly those ones they use to dump chemicals on a forest fire? Is that where you got that stuff?" Saira knew that half the time the fire eaters were starting controlled fires to back burn against a larger, more dangerous fire, and that they used incendiary chemicals similar to napalm. There was not much to do on the installations he grew up on but watch the Discovery Channel.

Thomas did not answer, but he remembered the one time he had tried fire fighting with a Sikorsky Sky Crane. He had been so fascinated by the living leaping flames that he had just kept going down until the squawking of the Fire Boss on the headphones pulled him back to reality. He had released the retardant reluctantly, sad to be destroying such beauty. Even several tons lighter the copter had trouble cutting enough of the super-heated air to get him out of there. The Fire Boss chewed his ass out for being needlessly reckless, and Thomas knew that he was lucky to be alive, but not for that reason. He quit on the spot, rather than risk lowering himself into a pool of flame when he became entranced again.

And he would become entranced; he did every time he saw a dancing flame. Red, yellow, orange, or blue, they were all wondrous to him. But there were other things to watch at the moment. His slim companion for example, who was trying to keep his clothes dry while splashing water in his face to clean the singed fur.

Thomas stepped up beside Saira and pulled off his own shirt. He placed it on the nearby wheelbarrow and then proceeded to drop his shorts. Kicking off his shoes, he peeled off his socks and underwear. Naked, he strode into the cool spring-fed pond until the water was up to mid thigh. Then he turned to face the embarrassed Saira.

"You'll never get it off slapping the water from the shore." Thomas informed him as he made a show of rubbing the soot from his legs. The motion made his cock swing back and forth. "You need to get naked and get right into it. Or are you too timid?"

Saira gave the big wolf a nasty look, but the insult had stung. He undid the knot on his shirt and folded it neatly before placing it on his sandals. Turning away from Thomas, he pulled down his cut-off jeans and underwear together. Thomas took the opportunity to check out the little guy's ass, and caught a flash of red as the pants were hastily bunched up and placed on top of the shirt. Had that been a glimpse of lace panties, Thomas wondered?

Saira kept his arms with their rudimentary wings at his sides as he backed into the water. Much shorter than Thomas, his groin was below the surface by the time he was beside the wolf. He started splashing the cool water on his singed belly and arms, shivering at the contact. Thomas stopped washing and stared at the almost child-like figure. Saira tried to ignore the stare but became agitated as the silence drew out. Finally he too stopped washing and turned to confront the wolf.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"I hear that you are not all that you seem" Thomas replied, looking down to where Saira's torso disappeared into the water. "Charlie told me about you, and about your tight twat."

"And Aglaia told everyone about you." Saira hissed.

"She never could keep her mouth shut." Thomas admitted. "But she only got half the story. My turn was interrupted by the raid on Muzzle's room. I never did get my wick dipped properly."

"So go talk to Anabel." Saira shot back. "Or that cougar Zac told us about." But Thomas ignored his advice and took a step closer. He reached out and grabbed Saira's arm before the smaller cross-breed could escape. Saira struggled to free himself but Thomas was too strong. "No, Roark. I do not want to do this." He cried. "You do not want to do this." He added desperately.

"Sure I do, Saira." Thomas pulled the feline closer and turned him around so that his back was pressed against Thomas' belly. Something hard and hot was trapped between them. "And so do you. Charlie told me how responsive you were." With his free arm Thomas reached below the water and groped between Saira's legs. He clutched the limp penis for a moment. "And here he is, poor little guy. Never has any fun, does he?" Thomas released his grip and moved his paw lower.

As he fondled Saira Thomas walked backwards until they were in shallow water. His wet paw forced itself between Saira's legs and forced the lips of the vagina it found there to part. Slippery from the water, one digit found its way inside. Thomas rubbed and poked it roughly as he leaned down to croon in Saira's ear. "Who's my little pet, then? Who needs a big bad wolf to take care of them?"

Saira was by no means a virgin, nor was he adverse to casual sex, but he liked to be wooed a bit first, and found the wolf forcing himself on him offensive. But the big canine had hit just the right note when he called Saira his pet. It was one of the cat-bat's fantasies, to be the pet of a huge, strong, handsome male. Part of his mind betrayed him then, and directed his sex to respond to the rough paw. His lower lips swelled and spread while warm fluids began to flow. Thomas slipped another of his large digits in.

"Let me go, let me go." Saira moaned through tears of frustration as his groin rolled against the questing digits. "You don't know what will happen."

"Oh, yes I do." Thomas grinned. "I'm psychic." He withdrew his paw and turned Saira around to face him. He pressed down on the little cat's shoulders until Saira was forced to kneel in the shallow water. "For starters I predict that a blow job is imminent." His erection swayed millimetres from Saira's lips. The tall wolf's cock was proportionate with his body, long lean and hard. Saira moaned in anguish, but it was a beautiful thing, and he desired it. He opened his mouth and let Thomas push it in.

It was still wet from the pond, and the cool water mixed with the heat coming off it to produce a most unusual sensation in Saira's mouth. Thomas could feel it too as he slid in and out of the tight little lips. At first he kept his stokes short and shallow, but as the environment warmed he drove it deeper and deeper, to the point where Saira had to fight for breath. Clutching the furry little head he was yiffing, Thomas forced Saira to hold it in until he choked, then he pulled back and drove it in to the hilt again.

This was fun, but not the way that Thomas wanted to finish. After a few minutes of dick polishing, he pulled Saira back to his feet and turned him around once more. Bending the little fellow over, he lifted his tail away from his butt and kicked his legs apart like he was a cop searching a suspect. He cock was slick with saliva from deep in the cross-breed's throat, and he rubbed the tip up and down between the tiny butt cheeks."

"No! Not there!" Saira begged as the knob of the big wolf's cock teased his tailhole. He tried to clench his buttocks shut, but the Wolf's paws held them apart.

"Don't panic. You've been a good little pet so I'll give you what you want." Thomas assured him. It was what he wanted too, but why give up the chance to seem magnanimous? He lowered his prick and pressed the tip between the spread lips. He shifted his stance, bent his knees, and pushed.

"Whaaaooo..." Saira cried as the full length of Thomas slid in non-stop. It wasn't thick, but it went deep, and from behind it rode his clit all the way in. Thomas lifted his hips as he pulled it out to drag it along the sweet spot inside. Then he bent his knees and it bumped over Saira's clit on the way in again.

Thomas was panting, partially from the effort after three quick beers and partially from the way the tight little twat hugged his cock. Charlie had not been boastful or revealing when he reluctantly told Thomas about his encounter with the strange little hybrid, just seeking a sympathetic ear after a new and strange experience. But if the little fox had told him about how tight and smooth Saira's twat was he would have hooked up with him a lot sooner. Thomas happily pounded away, relishing the heat of Saira's cunt, the feel of its silken interior, and the warmth of the sun on his body as he rocked and swayed in the early summer sun.

Saira had put his paws with their three digits on his knees to help hold the weight of the rollicking wolf. When he opened his eyes he could see his reflection in the clear water, and even that of Thomas's cock going in and out of him. He could see the pale reflection of his own small penis just above there too, but he ignored it and concentrated on how his pussy lips hugged the long canine cock. He saw a paw come around before he felt it on his clit. It blocked his view, so he closed his eyes, but the feel of the rough pad against his clit was worth it.

Thomas, denied his proper orgasm the other night, made up for it when he came like a fire hose inside Saira. He did not even slow down, he just kept drilling it into the tight twat, making his spooge foam and drip around the base of his cock. Saira contributed a wave of his own when he came a moment later, rinsing the wolf's cock free of cum. Unseen below them, Saira's penis jerked spasmodically as it dry fired in sympathetic orgasm.

Thomas's thrusts slowed down and he came to a standstill with his prick balls deep inside Saira. Saira's orgasm died away and he began to breath normally again. They stood like that for several moments in the shallow end of the pond. The only sound was their breathing and the trickle of the cascade. There were no birds singing in the trees or insects chirping in the branches.

Thomas pointed that out to Saira. "We must have scared them off." He said with a lecherous smile. Saira did not seem so sure of his interpretation.

"I don't think that we should have done that." Saira said with regret.

Suddenly he pulled away from Thomas and ran through the pond to where his clothes lay folded on the ground. Snatching them up the tiny hybrid ran down the trail toward the quarry, leaving the wolf behind.

"Hey! Zac said to stay together." Thomas cried after him, but did not give chase. He still had a lot of soot and cum to rinse off and the water felt good on his overheated loins. Hope the little guy doesn't trip and hurt himself, Thomas thought idly as he scrubbed his cock. Another couple of beers and a few hours to recharge and he would be ready for a little more of that action.

* * * * * * * *

West of the Quarry Anabel and Ansin had run into trouble. Most of the dead fall on this side was old rotten pine, not great wood for a fire at the best of times, and now it was soaked by the recent rains. The going was also very slow, because no one had cleared the brush for a hundred years. They tried to keep heading toward the setting sun, but had to detour often and keep a sharp eye out for old mine pits. Eventually they came to a dead fall that looked like some sort of medieval weapon left behind by a giant.

"I think that I can get through down here." Anabel said, peering underneath.

"Maybe we should just go back." Ansin opined. He was having more trouble than the short slim canine because his wings kept getting caught in the undergrowth.

"It looks like there is a stand of maple over there." Anabel pointed out. She hated to go back empty-pawed. She got down on paws and knees and started forcing her way between the sharp, brittle branches.

Ansin took a moment to admire the way her short jeans hugged her butt before following, or trying to. He had barely gotten under the old pine before its branches were grabbing at his gangly arms and poking holes in the delicate webbing. He backed out hastily and stood up, looking for Anabel to appear on the other side.

After a few moments where he could hear her crashing about she stood up and called him to join her. He explained his difficulty and asked if she could see a way around from that side.

"No, I can't. Why don't you just fly over?" She asked.

"It makes me ill, and I can't spread my wings in this brush anyway." He demonstrated how the close growing pines prevented him from deploying his wings. "You better come back." He advised.

"Just a minute. There's a dead maple on the other side of another one of these dead pines and it looks like it's broken up and dry. I'll grab a few armfuls and throw them over to you." With that she ducked back down to crawl under the next obstacle.

"Anabel, wait!" Ansin called, but only heard more thrashing about and the snapping of branches. Then suddenly the noise ceased.

"Anabel?" Nothing. "Belle?" He called louder, but got no reply. "Annie? Anybody?"

Ansin bit his lip as he tried to decide whether to attempt to follow, to wait, or to run back to the quarry screaming for help.

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Zac and Sanmer were not having much better luck. The east side of the quarry was mostly soft sumac and stone. It soon gave way to a mountain of loose rock, a slag heap, Zac recognized, from the old mine up above. But beyond it he could see a stand of hardwood, and there they would find what they were looking for.

The footing on the loose slope was tricky but Zac was able to dance and spin around as the long-undisturbed surface crumbled and slid out from under them. For the first time in his life Zac had discovered a practical use for the art of Poi spinning that he practised as a form of exercise. Sanmer, however, was not doing so well. His expertise in Kenpo had quickened his reflexes but he was not as graceful as the larger wolf. He had to scrabble to keep ahead of the mini avalanches their passage was causing.

A large section of scree came loose as Zac put his foot down. The triangle of sliding stone grew as more and more rock was caught in the landslide. Sanmer was near the edge of the affected area, and had to leap sideways to avoid being carried back down the slope with it. Unfortunately the rock he landed on was no more solid than the rest of the pile, and it rolled out from under him. He spun his arms in a vain attempt to keep upright, but gravity and unstable footing won out and the husky crashed to the ground, where the large stone he had unearthed rolled over his left ankle.

"Agghhh." Sanmer cried as his ankle bent in ways that it should not. Zac, who was near the top of the slope, called down to see if he was okay. "I'll live." Samer called through gritted teeth. "But I won't be joining in the dancing tonight."

Zac slid down the slope, being careful not to start another avalanche. When he got to Sanmer he helped the husky to his feet, bracing the injured side with Sanmer's arm around his shoulder. They turned back toward the quarry but Sanmer could not take a step without sending a new cascade of rock down, and Zac had to back peddle to keep them both from being carried away.

"This isn't going to work." Sanmer said as he sat down carefully. "It will take at least two to carry me off this pile of dirt."

Just then there was a crashing in the woods back the way they had come. It was difficult to gauge exactly how far away the noise was coming from, but Zac guessed that it was no further than the Quarry at most.

"That sounds like a couple of the others. I'll go get them to come help bring you dawn." He said, turning to Sanmer. "You should be safe enough sitting out here in the open. Just keep still so you don't get buried in the loose gravel. I'll be right back." Then, before Sanmer could object, Zac bounded down the slope and disappeared into the brush where the noise had been coming from.

"Zac?" Sanmer called softly. "Zac?"

* * * * * * * *

High in the trees ten angry eyes looked down on a lone student. Ten ears swivelled and swung, listening for signs of the others approaching. Hearing no one nearby, five tails twitched in anticipation. Then at an unspoken signal, five dark triangles dove.

* * * * * * * *

Throughout the woods five heads snapped around at the sound of a blood curdling scream, followed by an anguished cry.

"Get 'em off me. Get 'em off me!"

It was followed by a wail of pain. Then the woods were silent again.

* * * * * * * *

To be continued ....

The FOX Academy series:

Book I - The New Breed

Book II - The Werewolf of Odessa

Book II.5 - The Love who Spied Me

Book III - The Curse of the Yellow Monkey

Book IV - Wait for No One

Book V - Dawn of Vengeance

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