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I looked at the barbell with the big rusted weights on it. "Sir," I whined. Dimitri was standing in front of me, wide stance with his arms folded over his broad chest. "Look at me, I'm more bone than meat. There's no way I can pick that up. Can't I just watch you workout?"

"No."

I truly appreciated what he wanted to do, but this might have been a physical impossibility. I squatted down, trying to mimic what I'd seen the felines do when lifting. A gust of wind washed across the Yard, my coat fluttered and gripped the bar. With everything I had I pushed with my legs, noises I'd never made before accompanied my strained effort. The weights left the ground and my arms threatened to leave my shoulder sockets.

"Grrah! Fucking hell!" I shouted. My hands slipped and the weights clattered against the cracked pavement, having fallen the three inches I'd managed to get them up. "This is impossible," I panted.

"Don't get discouraged, Regal. We all gotta start somewhere."

Damn it. I smiled. I wanted to hate how when he used my name I felt so proud. I got this urge to please the tiger, to earn this little bit of respect that might make me more than just his pet. I wanted to hate it, but it made me feel so good when he did it. "Sorry," I mumbled, rubbing my arms.

He lifted the bar, effortlessly, and put it back on the bench. Fucking showoff. "Maybe we should just focus on using what you've got."

"Yes," I agreed, still getting my breath back. "Let's do that."

Dimitri proceeded to coach me in the fine art of dirty fighting, specifically how to best thumb a fur in his eye, and how I should go about nut-punching someone bigger than me. Thankfully there wasn't a live demonstration. I was a little unnerved with the emphasis he put on me striking first, because, in his words, if I couldn't take the fucker out in my first strike, I was a dead fox the second they got a paw on me. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dimitri.

"Alright. Do some push-ups until we go in," Dimitri concluded my first lesson.

I spread my arms, motioning towards my meatless frame to remind him.

"Don't argue, pet. The least you can do is tighten up what little you have." He poked a finger into my shoulder.

"Ouch!" I grumbled. "Fine," he might have had a point, but I still wasn't happy. "But I expect to get permission to cum tonight." His eyes narrowed. "I-if that's ok, sir," I smiled hastily. He lifted his hand and I shut my eyes, wondering why the fuck I couldn't keep my mouth shut. But his hand came down gently, ruffling my hair. I opened one eye, just in time to be treated to one of the tiger's rare affectionate smiles.

Despite how much I hated the physical exertions he put me through, I was grateful the big jerk was with me. Even with a few glares and mean looks from some of the other felines using their Yard time to workout, being with Dimitri gave me this feeling of invincibility. I've been getting that feeling more and more lately. I started thinking about what I could do to show him how much I appreciated his protection.

***

Back in our cell that evening I waited for Dimitri to finish using the sink. Even with the early spring chill in the air we both worked up quite a sweat. It was not a feeling I liked. My fur was damp and plastered to me in a most irritating manner. And I mourned the loss of that scent I got from using Jake's shampoo during my last shower.

Dimitri tossed me the towel he'd just used and flopped down on his bunk. I did what I could to wash up. Even taking off my shirt to scrub as much of me as I could. I left my shirt off to air out. I couldn't resist taking a quick look at my arms, just in case I somehow magically sprouted defined biceps after putting in twelve minutes of hard work.

Nothing yet.

"You don't get them over night," Dimitri called.

He startled me and I blushed at getting caught checking myself out. He patted the bunk, and I hopped next to him. His arm slid around me, fingers running through my still drying fur. The cell doors were open, but everyone knew enough to give Dimitri his space, so if he wanted to fool around with me, who was I to object?

"Sir?" I hummed innocently. "Can you let see what I'm working towards? It might motivate me."

Dimitri raised an eyebrow before scooting forward so he could pull his tight prison shirt off in one yank that mussed his hair ever so slightly. The hard lines of his physique softened at the edges from his vivid orange fur. The absolute aesthetic beauty of a body put into muscular overdrive was enough to take my breath away.

My ears flattened, not from fear, but from a sense of reverence I felt he warranted. I touched out, putting my palm to his arm.

"My little pet likes?" the bass in his voice tickled along my spine.

"Yes, sir." I traced the stripes that slashed the perfect orange with my sensitive artist's fingers. I pulled my legs under me, kneeling low on the bunk so I could face him as he leaned lazily back against the wall. My hands brushed over every bulge of corded power in his arm. My pointy muzzle was drifting closer.

The television was on but Dimitri wasn't using his headphones. I think the way he ignored me as I all but worshiped his arm was mostly for show. I tested his stoic resolve. My nose pressed to his bicep, giving it a soft nudge. He looked away from the television. His face was nearly devoid of its usual malice and simmering rage. This might be my chance to pull down that wall I'd put so many cracks in.

My eyes stayed on his arm. The pointy tip of my tongue slipped through my lips and I ran it along one of his stripes, adding that whimper he liked to hear from me.

His right hand reached over, adjusting his crotch lewdly. A low rumble of approval as I moved my exploration from his arm to his chest. I crawled closer, turning to straddle one of his splayed legs, his eyes burning through mine until I had to look away.

I took a deep breath, hoping I knew what I was about to do. "Sir?" He nodded. "Why haven't you ever..." my hands slid down his chest, feeling out his eight pack, "taken me from the other end."

I felt his cock twitch against my leg. Another low growl, almost below a fur's normal range of hearing. "I don't know if I want to tell you, pet."

"Why not?" I bent my head forward, flicking my tongue over the hard pebble of his nipple. "You know I wouldn't tell a soul."

A hand pressed to the back head, stroking my hair. "I know that. I just don't want you getting too full of yourself."

I pulled his bud with my lips until it popped free. "Too full of myself? Well, now you have to tell me or who knows what my wild imagination will come up with."

His big hand smoothed down my hair again. "It's not that interesting," he closed his half lidded eyes for a moment, deciding if he'd tell me. "I was going to. Back when you first got here. Do you remember what it was like when you first got locked in here, pet?"

I started to regret bringing this up. Of course I remembered. It was seared so permanently in my memory I don't think there's enough alcohol in the world to wash it away. "I remember, sir," the soft whimper that accompanied my words was genuine. I don't think Dimitri picked up on it.

"I kept looking for a reason to fuck that sweet ass. But then by the time you gave me one all I could think about was how you could barely fit me in your mouth, I kept telling myself, enh, he doesn't deserve that yet. Finally I realized that I was putting it off because I didn't want to hurt you more than I had too."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tight enough to choke a smaller fur. I fucking knew he cared about me! Sure it's all rather demented, but it's Dimitri. For him to forgo anything for me is a miracle. I hated the humiliation and the pain that he did put me through, but I shudder at the thought of how bad it could have gotten.

My eyes stung and my brain reeled at the gamble I was taking, telling me it's not too late to stop. Just blow him and spend the evening laying against him on his bunk. I took a deep breath of Dimitri. The hit of his masculine musk was enough to fuzz my thoughts long enough to get this out. "I, I think I can take it now." I felt his shoulders tense under my arms. "Tox, you know, that raptor that was kinda weird, yesterday he gave me some lube that he smuggled in. A-and Tront, that stallion, I- I was able to take him. I think I'm ready for you."

Silence.

"Regal," his hand patted my back. "Don't make this kind of offer unless you're sure. Once we start, I don't think I have the self control to stop. And it _will_hurt."

"I know, sir. I want you to do it."

Dimitri pulled me off his neck, breaking what I thought was an iron grip with ease. I was holding him so tight to stop myself from shaking. I didn't want him to think this was out of fear. If he thought this was about self preservation, it wouldn't be as effective. Through sheer force of will I stopped any trembling before it started.

"Why?" Dimitri asked, his eyes locking onto mine.

"You protect me. You've protected me from every other fur. You're even teaching me how to look out for myself now."

"You're teaching me," he nodded at the box of papers in my corner. "I think that makes us even."

I shook my head. "Not enough. I want to show you that you own me for as long as I'm locked up. A-and I'm ok with that. I'm willing. You can have all of me, and I won't fight it... just, when you know that, maybe you won't get as angry with me when I screw up."

Dimitri stroked my face. "Regal... I'll try." He held jaw, making sure I wouldn't look away. "I mean it. I will try not to get mad at you, but..."

This was the first time I ever saw a pained expression on the tiger's face. I flexed my nonexistent muscles, "but it won't happen overnight?"

He smiled and let his hand trail down my body, coming to rest where my cock was touching his leg. "I guess we could start with getting rid of that no cumming without my permission rule."

I grinned wide and my ears perked back up. "Thank you, sir!" My gamble was paying off already. "Should I go get the lube?" His finger was tracing the outline in my pants so it didn't take a psychic to see what was on his mind.

"You're sure you can handle this, Regal?"

To keep hearing that note of concern in his voice, I'd let him try and fist me! Though I sure wouldn't want that idea planted. I nodded resolutely. "Yes, sir." A lusty curl to his lips sent me scrambling to dig the lube bottle out of my box.

I heard him get off the bunk as I rummaged, the unmistakable rustle of his pants coming off. "I'm curious," he remarked, "when were you planning to tell me about the raptor's gift?"

I hesitated. "I... was going to tell you. But I forgot. R-remember, you said you'd be forgiving when your little pet screws up."

"Calm down," he laughed. "I'm not upset. But I have to wonder what else you might have tucked away in there."

He said it with a laugh, but it hit to close to home. I was still hiding the stash of snacks I was planning to trade for Hash's gift. "I'm hiding a shovel. It's a tip I got from a mole for being a good fuck. I'm planning on tunneling us an escape hole as soon as my muscles grow in," I joked nervously.

Dimitri was amused and the issue was dodged for now.

I found the bottle and sprung to my feet, spinning to face Dimitri. My breath caught in my throat. He was completely naked. Fuck, he was huge. I scanned over his body, zeroing in on that tree trunk he called his cock. For a second I wondered how much of a difference it would make if he did opt to fist me.

He held his hand out and I passed him the bottle, my eyes still flitting to his dick. It seemed so much bigger knowing where he was going to put it this time. I took off my pants while Dimitri inspected the lube. "Use as much as you need, sir." Hell, use all of it.

He sat down on his bunk, motioning me closer with a finger. I shuffled to him, replaying all my previous anal experiences. Very few were pleasant. Dimitri patted his lap and I bent over it like I was going to receive a spanking.

Dimitri began to pet my back. "You're breathing hard. Just try and relax."

Easy for him to say. "I'll try, sir." He lifted my tail out of the way while admiring my hole. I could feel his already hard dick stiffen further against my side. Was it too late to get something to bite down on?

I yelped at the cool wet touch of Dimitris lube coated finger pressing on my pucker.

"Relax," he rumbled in what he must have thought was a soothing tone.

Don't fight it, I told myself. Remember what Tront said. Something about it being easier if I don't resist. Dimitri's finger pushed in and I clenched. "Fuckfuckfuck," I whined. What seemed like a good idea at the time was now looking like one of my dumbest.

"Talk to me, Regal. Does it really hurt that much?"

"N-no," I took in a deep breath, willing some calmness to return. "Just a little apprehensive. Sorry, sir."

His finger withdrew and I heard more lube getting squeezed out. Think of an open field, the ocean, giant canyons. Think of wide open places, I kept telling myself as his finger returned. It went in smoother this time. I could feel the twist of that thick digit.

A high pitched sigh let Dimitri know when he found my sweet spot.

"Better?"

"Uh-huh," the twisting continued, interspersed with occasional swipes at my bundle of nerves. With the addition of a second finger came the burn. It wasn't pure pain, though. Every time he'd scissor me wider, he'd reward me. Before long I was hard, leaking pre onto his thigh.

The fingers left abruptly. "Up, pet," Dimitri ordered.

I stood on shaky legs as the tiger pushed himself into a reclined position, again pulling me forward with a motion of his finger. The same finger that danced on the line between pain and pleasure. I crawled over him, straddling his hips, ready to ride him face to face.

I could feel his slick cock like an exotic dancer's pole, erect and ready, resting between my cheeks, the head pressing and leaking into the base of my bushy tail. I tried to smile at his determined face, and from an awkward position I lifted myself up, Dimitri's hands assisting, as I angled my lubed hole over his tip.

Oh God! He should have used more fingers, his dick was so thick, I felt like I was trying to sit on a soda can. Dimitri's hands tightened around my waist, dragging me down. I moaned, deep, transitioning into a pseudo howl. He was impaling me!

"Stop! God, please, sir! It hurts!" I gasped as the stretching stab stole my breath away. I knew he was getting deep from the slacking of successive rings of muscles whose resistance melted against the invasion. Most of the pain was focused at my entrance.

In the distance I could hear Dimitri cooing something encouraging, but my senses were driven to the brink of collapse.

I grunted, unsure if I was clenching or tearing open. "I can't!" I breathed out what would have been a scream if I could have mustered the energy. "I can't take any more," my shoulders sagged forward and I closed my eyes against the sparks that were fluttering in front of them. Dimitri's hands were at my shoulders, holding me up.

"Regal."

I mewled.

"Regal," he shook me, my eyes opening. "I'm in. You need to loosen up or this will really start to hurt."

I snorted at his understatement, but part of me actually felt a weak sense of accomplishment. Dimitri was in me. He was as deep as he could get and I was still alive. More or less. Was the hard part over? I had trouble remembering anything that happened before this moment. What did he tell me to do? Oh... Loosen.

I put one hand on his stomach, the other wiping away the drool running down my chin. First the breathing, as soon as I was sure I wouldn't blackout I could relax whatever muscles I still had control over.

"You are so fucking tight," Dimitri grunted.

I managed a nod. "You're... so fucking big."

He laughed. Clearly flattered. "I don't think I can last that long." That makes two of us. "Ready?"

Not even close. "Yes, sir." I braced myself for another wave of pain, not entirely sure how he was going to go about fucking me, seeing as I was in no position to do much more than hope my insides weren't irreparably damaged.

Dimitri's fingers dug deep into my sides. I moaned in relief as the tiger managed to lift me. The slow friction inside me was mind blowing. My hands shot out, digging into the soft short fur on his stomach, the feeling of emptiness as I was lifted off his hot throbbing cock was worse than the pain. Once that first hellish push had me stretched enough, there was a certain pleasure to be had.

The pulsating from Dimitri's member felt like a second heartbeat. With each lift I got more into the rhythm, a second wind brought me strength enough to take over from Dimitri. His hands let go, one of them finding my own pulsing cock. He began to jerk me off as I moved up, raising until only his head remained in me, and then a slow slide back down. Each ride brought me closer to ecstasy.

"Sir," I panted. "I, I'm going to cum," his hand pumped me faster, prompting me to bounce off his bucking hips faster.

My warning turned to a scream as I lost control, my load jetting into the tiger's palm. He kept milking me, even through the full body orgasm that caused enough quivering and clenching to bring forth a geyser of his own.

My unintelligible sounds were lost in his orgasmic roar. I'd never had him cum as much as he was now. Dimitri flooded me with his seed until it started leaking back out. When he was finally spent, he let me slump forward onto his chest.

I closed my eyes, drifting in and out of sleep, catching the odd bits of a one sided conversation.

"Goddamn. You were so fuckin' good." A hand started scratching behind my ears. "Good boy."

***

I woke up to the sound of running water. Dimitri was at the sink, rinsing his hands. "Got you all over me," he said.

"Sorry," I mumbled, shifting to my back with a wince. I could still feel the warmth from where he'd been laying.

"Nothing to be sorry about," he mumbled back.

"What time is it?" did I sleep all night?

"You slept a few hours. I guess I wore you out." He was dressed again. "Hate to leave, but I've got some work that needs tending to before lockdown." As he passed the bunk, he bent over, rubbing my ear between thumb and finger. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

I moaned at the pleasant touch.

Dimitri was at the door, he turned around, "I'll get Jake to come keep you company."

"No. Don't bother," I said to an empty cell. I guess my reflexes were a bit slow still. This was one of the times I really missed coffee. For a few minutes I tried to remember if Sanders or Styen had any instant in their cells. Not that I had anything to trade, but maybe Dimitri would treat me.

Jake's arrival drew my attention. I guess I wasn't the only fur who had been taking an afternoon nap. The red fox yawned and rubbed at his eyes. "Hey, Jake," I called from my back.

He shrugged. "Smells like sex in here." He pulled out the small stool to sit at the cell's desk. The second his ass touched the hard plastic he bolted back up, uttering a sharp curse.

I laughed, remembering what he and Kalvin got up to.

He flashed his teeth in a mock snarl. "Bet you won't laugh tomorrow when you start feeling whatever Dimitri did to you. Move over."

The joke was on him. I was already feeling my abdomen start to cramp. I shifted closer to the wall, leaving the other fox enough room.

Jake laid on his stomach, his head turned away from me. I couldn't tell if he was going back to sleep. "Jake?" His ears flicked. "Did Hash say anything on the Yard?"

His head moved in what I assumed was a nod. "He asked if you got his message. I told him you did and that you said for me to tell him some sort of lovey bullshit for you."

"Aww. Thanks Jake." I almost reached over to pat his back before remembering how sore it had to be. "You're a great friend." It was hard not to wag my tail, but managed. "What sort of 'lovey bullshit' did you say I said?" I was trying to picture the scene exactly.

Jake made a noncommittal grunt. "I just said 'lovey bullshit.' You're the poet, use your imagination."

"Actually, I'm a street artist. And while I do incorporate words into my installations, I wouldn't call myself a-"

"Regal," Jake interrupted. "I don't really care."

"Oh." Well, that hurt. "I still appreciate you. Even if you're cranky when tired." I lay quietly for a few minutes, listening to the ambient noise of the cellblock and Jake's rhythmic breathing. I was awake now. No sense trying to sleep yet.

"Jake?"

An annoyed grunt.

"Wanna know what me and Dimitri were doing on the Yard?"

"As loud as the two of you were in here, I know it wasn't sex related."

I felt my skin flush. Just because they couldn't see us didn't mean they couldn't hear us. Great. Now now the whole cellblock knew what I'd been up too. "Dimitri was showing me how to defend myself."

No response from Jake.

"I'm pretty sure Hash knows how to fight, but if you want, the next time we get some time together, and aren't both recovering from rough sex, I can show you some stuff."

The red fox turned his head to me, a slightly perplexed look on him. "Why do you think I'd need that?"

"I did, sort of, beat you up. And if I can manage tha-"

"It was one punch!" I tried to hold back a smirk, but it was a little funny when Jake got this animated. "I wasn't expecting it. If the guards hadn't stepped in, I'd have kicked your ass."

"Sure, dude. Keep telling yourself that."

Jake growled, but compared to Dimitri's, his sounded like a high pitched trill. I cracked up, soon Jake was laughing along.