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Stealing a Cock for Txeptirea by Draconicon

Cyberwolf shook his head as he stepped off of the Route 32 bus, his nanobots already feeding him information about the area around him. The temperature was currently in the mid-70s, with a high chance of rising in the next hour due to fluctuation in the air-moisture level and the wind currents. The sidewalk was seldom traveled, with little impact on it since the renovations about four years ago. The house ahead belonged to a lion, young, and according to the bots, very, very active.

He smiled at the last bit of information. That was precisely what he was here for.

The supervillain walked down the sidewalk for a couple of minutes until he reached a house that was - by all accounts - abandoned. With a quick glance up and down the sidewalks to make sure that he wasn't being watched, he moved towards the house. A gesture from his hand created a key with the nanobots, and he stepped into the house.

When nobody made a fuss over it, and nobody came to meet him at the door, the wolf's smile grew.

"Step one, complete."

Now that he was in the house, he had several choices, but he had already made his plan. Going down into the basement, he quickly found that the condemned house had never gotten a proper concrete covering. It must have been a personal project for the people who had lived there, which was all the better for him.

The casually dressed wolf reached out with one hand, and the nanobots once more obeyed his thoughts, creating a shovel for him. As he started digging a tunnel, others formed foundations and rods to keep the tunnel upright, so it wouldn't collapse behind him, and still others worked to keep the dirt from piling up behind him.

As he dug, he had plenty of time to think about his plan, and more to the point, of the object of it.

The lion that lived in the first house was another super, a hero by the name of Strongarm. Normally, Cyberwolf - real name Francis - would have been happy to stick to his part of the city and let the lion work in his part. For that matter, he would have been happy to let Strongarm stay out of his plans altogether.

But then the lion started using his laser vision to pick off millions of the wolf's nanobots at a go, and considering how expensive they were, how long they took to replicate, and how persistent Strongarm had been...well, he had to do something.

Pausing just long enough to calculate a route around a surprise pipe, Cyberwolf assessed the trip so far. He had gone past three houses, and Strongarm's was the fourth in line from the one he'd left. The nanobots were doing well enough so far, keeping the tunnel from breaking down, but he knew that they wouldn't be good for much more of one. He'd need to hurry.

The wolf picked up the pace, digging upwards as soon as he felt he could afford it. The slow slope took him a while to make, and he even had to doubleback at one point to avoid cutting into another pipe, but eventually he was underneath the lion's backyard. Cyberwolf poked a little hole in the yard, and extended a hundred or so of his little nanobots up through it to take a quick look around, collecting information.

As soon as he knew that the lion wasn't watching the backyard, he pulled himself up and out. It was easy to cover up the entrance, and he did that with a wave of his hand, making it look like nothing had come this way at all. He slunk up to the house, and slowly lifted his head over the windowsill to look into the bedroom.

Immediately, he smiled. His enemy was lying down, obviously asleep.

Just like a lion to take a nap in the middle of the day, he thought. He reached down, gathering up some more of the nanobot swarm around him - he had many, many of them - and slowly pushed them to swirl together in his hand. Gradually, they formed more of a visible shape as they started to coalesce together, until he could just barely make out a silvery ring in the palm of his hand. It was thinner than the smallest wire, and so weightless that he couldn't feel it, even as he bounced it up and down against his hand.

Normally, he would have used more of his nanobots to float it over and into position, but at the moment, he had too many of them locked up in maintaining the tunnel and holding the entrance closed and camouflaged. He'd have to put it in place himself.

After taking a deep breath, the wolf pulled himself through the window and crept across the floor. He knew how silly he looked; a wolf walking on tiptoe across a room could only look silly, no matter who they were. But it was still something that kept him quiet, and considering how strong the lion was, the last thing he needed was to show who he was. It was one of his few advantages, that his secret identity wasn't known; if he didn't keep that, then he'd have a super strong, laser-eyed lion knocking on his door later.

He made it to the bed without waking Strongarm up, but that was just the first part. Taking a couple of slow, silent breaths, the wolf reached down to the lion's sweatpants, and slowly pulled down the front. They came down easily, the fabric stretching without any struggle, and he smiled at the tawny sheath and heavy balls hidden beneath. Freeballing, just as he'd been hoping.

Taking the greatest of care to gently hook the sweat pants down beneath the lion's balls, Cyberwolf took the silver ring and slowly slid it down the length of the sheath. He settled it down around the balls, around the cock, and then slowly combed the fur around it, hiding the nearly-invisible band even further.

Then, and only then, did he pull the sweatpants back up and walk out of the room, taking his time to keep as quiet as possible. The lion snored at one point, nearly making him jump out of his skin, but quickly went back to sleep.

As he jumped back out of the room, Cyberwolf rustled through his pockets and pulled out a couple of things. A small, wet container - not soaked, just damp - that could have been mistaken for a fleshlight if it were a bit tighter; a carefully measured strap that would hold something into it; even a small device to suction away other things if required. All of those were assembled, and laid on the ground.

"Okay, here we go..."

He assembled another small ring out of another cluster of nanobots, grimacing as he knew that he'd taken up the last of the free ones. If this didn't work, he'd be in deep trouble. Still, he pressed them against the base of the tube, and - with nothing more than a thought - activated the paired rings.

The wolf thought the gig was up when he heard a sudden grunt from inside the room, and he looked over his shoulder, half-expecting to see the lion already on his feet and running for the culprit.

Thankfully, he wasn't, but it was still more than he liked. Cyberwolf looked back at the tube, and smiled. Sprouting from the second ring was the lion's cock, held firmly by the biology of the species to point upwards rather than flop about. He gently slid it into the tube, and smiled at the squishy sound that came from doing that. As soon as it was all the way in - and had filled up about two-thirds of the space - he strapped it in, keeping it from falling out, and attached the suction device to the top.

"There...now I've got something to fight back with, next time."

It was the only thing he'd been able to think of, and it was one that he was pretty confident in. Strongarm had a massive reputation as a lady's man, someone that had been out flirting all the time and frequently came home after his patrols with someone on his arm. The last thing that he would want would be to lose his cock, and worse, to have everyone knowing that he'd lost it. If it became public knowledge...well, Cyberwolf didn't plan to take it that far. A tool used would be a tool lost, in this case.

He very carefully lifted it up, and gave it a couple of squeezes, listening at the window. With each squeeze, he heard a small grunt, and he smiled as he confirmed that the connection was still viable. It would weaken over distance, of course - his nanobots weren't all-powerful - but it would stay separated until the nanobots forming the rings were completely destroyed. Considering that it would take the laser power in the lion's eyes to do that, he doubted that it would happen. He knew that he wouldn't be shooting lasers at his junk, if he had a choice.

Chuckling quietly, he opened the tunnel and started his slow descent, making sure to keep the container with the lion's cock packed away carefully. His unveiling would only work if Strongarm didn't suspect that his cock had been stolen; he would need every bit of shock that he could put in the lion, when the time came. If he did it right, he might even be able to turn the hero to his side. Unlikely, of course, but -

As he passed by one of the pipes, he heard a small thumping up above. He paused, waiting out the passage above. It was quiet for a few seconds, and then the pipe next to him rattled slightly. Cyberwolf guessed that someone had flushed the toilet, and that was confirmed as the little container started sucking at the top.

"Good to know that works."

He'd installed everything he could think of to preserve the illusion of the lion's cock still being in its sheath, and considering there was no shouting, no screaming, he figured that it had worked. He just hoped that it would hold until they eventually clashed.

A week later, and the clash still hadn't happened. Cyberwolf worked quietly, but he had expected the superhero to make a move towards him in that time. More than that, he was amazed that his little trick had gone undiscovered. He hadn't heard of anything in the papers or the tabloids, at least, and he hadn't seen or heard anything from the ladies that he'd seen the lion taking home lately. Maybe something else was going on...or someone was being paid quite a bit to keep things covered up.

Regardless, he was still confident in his plan, and he was still eager to put it into motion. He looked up from one of his lab tables to the little podium that he'd put the container on, and smiled to himself at the sight.

The small tube had been replaced by something more like an experiment bottle, holding the lion's cock upright and keeping it saturated with moisturizing goo, and making sure that it was constantly cleaned. There was just enough pressure in the semi-hard liquid in the tube to keep up the simulation of sheath-hood, and it continued to grow and shrink with the lion's various excitements.

Now if he'd just come and fight me...

Maybe he needed to do a bigger crime. He looked back down at the table, his fingers drawing little lines over a map. He hadn't gone after a bank for a while, and he had to admit that the money from that would be a big boon to his finances. Not to mention that the bank would be a big enough target to lure people like Strongarm out.

Now let's just hope that it is Strongarm and not one of the smarter superheroes, he thought as he started putting his costume together.

The End