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CONTENT WARNING: ACAB, violence, terror, graphic sex, obscene language

He was running. They were catching up. He ran as fast as he could, tried to make himself run even faster, but he couldn't and they were catching up quickly. He jumped at a wall, sprang down an alley, missed the landing, tumbled into the far wall. Then they were on him, two cops, a big, white dog and a bull, standing over him, hardly panting. Then the blows came. They kicked him first with the steel toes of their boots. Then they dragged him to his feet, not quite to his feet, held him up, got out their tonfas, beat his face, beat his head, beat his face, beat his head. “Stop resisting!" they yelled, “Stop resisting!" Their tonfas were pinging, pinging on his head…

He was panting. He was in bed. He sat up. He couldn't see; he reached, turned on the light by his bedside, but there was only a keyhole where his world should have been, only in one eye. His long bunny ears were down against his shoulders, stiff from the implanted wires that made them mobile again. The pinging was still there, Rose wanted him. He reached for his Rose Coloured Glasses on the bedside table, found them, fumbled. They fell on the floor. He could hear them now under his bed. He climbed out, knelt, reached under, further under, touched them with a fingertip. Scowling, he held his hand up to grab, reached with his mind instead. He felt the RCGs in his imaginary hand, swept them up into his real hand, grabbed them tight.

He sat back up and put the visor on. His little keyhole on the world flashed bright pink. Then the world came back in full 3D colour. An overlay assembled itself in front of him, the purple-pink, winged double-helix symbol of The Korps in one corner.

“I'm here, Rose."

“Your pulse and blood pressure are abnormally high. Were you having the dream again?"

“Yes," he whimpered.

“Are you frightened?"

“Yes."

“Your voice sounds shaky. Are you crying?"

“Yes."

“Bobby, you need special care. Your experience with the civilian police was deeply traumatic, you will need a long time to heal. I'm concerned that you'll survive long enough to get better. Bobby, may I tell you something?"

“What?"

“You are stronger now."

Rose was using her persuasive voice. Bobby felt his attention focusing on her words. She was hypnotizing him; he knew it, he'd given her standing permission. She was trying to help him. He trusted Rose. That might be mind control too, but she was helping him get better. He allowed the hypnosis; he was pretty sure that was still a choice.

“Stronger?'

“Yes, Bobby. Being assaulted by police hurt your mind because nothing that drastic had every happened to you before. Now it has. If there is a next time, you will know what to expect and it will not be as bad. In that way, you are stronger. But you were strong in the first place. Do you know why?"

“I let them hurt me?"

“That's right. If you had used your telekinetic power to defend yourself, they would have killed you. Do you remember the video of the fox boy that you saw last year?"

“I remembered it while they were beating me. He wasn't powerful, he could make luck happen a little. And they… held him down… with a knee on his neck… he couldn't breathe!"

“You knew that they would do that to you. You used your inner strength to resist the urge to fight back because you knew that doing so would be fatal. That took strength and courage. But Bobby, you are stronger now in another way, too. You know how to defend yourself. If the police were trying to capture and assault you again, what would you do?"

“Hide. Let them get near. Reach into their necks. Find their carotid arteries and squeeze them shut until they faint. Then get away. Call for pickup," he added.

“Sleeper hold. It's a very dangerous thing to do because you can easily kill your target. When police die, innocent people suffer for it. But in an emergency like that, it is an appropriate risk to take. What if you couldn't reach them with your power?"

“Call for help."

“And help would come in seconds."

“Yes."

“Soon we'll teach you other, safer ways to defend yourself. You are not alone anymore, Bobby."

Bobby reached his fingers under his RCG, tried to wipe the tears from his cheek fur, but instead found himself sobbing in earnest.

“I'm here, Bobby. The Korps is here for you. You will never be alone again."

“And I… will be here for The Korps!" he sniffled.

“Thank you, Bobby. I have a job for you. I believe getting busy will help you to ground and centre yourself."

“I agree. Just…" Vector climbed to his feet. “Let me get cleaned up and grab some breakfast first."

“I advise against breakfast. The last time you were this upset you couldn't keep food down. At most have a glass of water and your stress pill. Also, you will need to be at Kipling and Dundas in forty minutes, so you'll have to hurry."

“Coffee then."

“I advise against that, too. You're already quite stimulated."

Vector snickered, then laughed. He put his RCGs carefully on the bedside table before he went to the bathroom.

#

From the subway station it was just a block uphill to Five Points Mall. Vector crossed the intersection both ways and paused in front of Apache Burger, one of the best burger places in town, but it was still closed of course. He looked longingly on the Ishmael's Cafe, the closest store in the mall. But Rose was right, he was still wide awake from that stupid nightmare, caffeine was the last thing he needed. He jumped and climbed the fence behind the mall, landing behind Ishmael's with a dumpster between him and the back alley. His RCGs showed that somebody was there. He cautiously peeked around the dumpster.

“Oh Em Gee!" he whispered. “They're so cute!"

It was an otter boy, dressed in the upper half of a black tee shirt with the middle third of a pair of shorts outlining what they didn't directly show off. He had skater pads on his elbows, knees and the underside of his rudder tail and what looked like a ball cap on backwards… no, it was a helmet, it just looked casual. He was fit and curvy and utterly adorable! And he was standing right where Vector needed to meet his two contacts. That was a problem.

“You are attracted to the otter," Rose said.

“Rose!" he growled. “Not now!"

“She's your contact," Rose added.

Bobby checked his overlay. It read, “Agent Tap," then her details. Now he noticed the purple-pink visor she wore. He paused a moment as he read that she was TransFem.

Sighing, Vector rounded the dumpster and walked up the alley, closing the distance quickly. Tap glanced his way, checked her own overlay and waved. He looked the other agent over more carefully as he came. Her figure was not exactly feminine, but not really masculine either, more like half-way, with the best, most scenic aspects of both genders. She certainly was very attractive!

“Thank you," she said.

“Huh?"

“Rose told me you think I'm hot."

“Rose, fuck sake!" he growled. “I'm sorry, I didn't want to…"

“No! Vector, it's okay!" She came closer and caressed his shoulders. “I work at being hot. I want to be noticed, especially as a girl. I'm flattered that you… Oh. You thought I was a boy."

“I told her that you're gay," Rose said. “You saw that she's trans."

“Yeah, you showed me her profile. Rose, you keep embarrassing me!"

“Secrets are a bad idea, agent," she replied. (He could tell from Tap's expression that Rose was telling her the same thing.) “Anything we know about each other can be used to keep each other safe and to treat each other with respect."

“She's right, you know," Tap added. “You need to know that despite appearances, I am a girl. And I need to know that we can be friends without you hitting on me all the time. Not that I don't like the ego boost of guys being attracted to me, but after a while it does get annoying." She gave him a hug. “I'm glad I have a new friend that I can let my hair down with."

“Why do you keep touching me?"

“Otter," she replied. “We don't do personal space. Rose, where the fuck is Blindspot? He's late! Again."

“Agent Blindspot is now two blocks away. He was forced to hide to avoid a passing police patrol car with its psionic suppressor on. He will be there shortly. Please start Agent Vector's briefing in the meantime."

“Okay! Vector, there's a door in the wall behind you. Notice anything weird about it?"

Vector turned. The door was set into the brickwork. The hinges were hidden inside the frame, which was made of heavy steel.

“Painted red, matches the bricks. Doesn't stick out, doesn't stick in. Somebody didn't want it to be noticed."

“Good! Now, notice the spacing between the other doors."

Vector looked up and down the back alley. “Nobody hid those doors. I guess they're about as far apart as… Huh. Rose, what's on the far side of the mall from this door?"

“A Toronto Dominion bank."

“Why would a bank have a secret door?"

“It wouldn't. Rose, what do we know about the far side of this door?"

“Very little. There is probably a stairway going down, but everything beyond that is surrounded by a Faraday cage. I can't get clear readings through it."

“Curiouser and curiouser, said Alice. Um… what about the security camera?"

“You mean that one?"

Tap pointed up at a camera mounted on a bracket at the top corner of the wall, aimed down the alley. As she pointed, a faint, bluish haze gathered around the camera. The haze flowed down an invisible tube to Tap's finger. Her eyes glowed faintly. When the last of the haze had entered her finger, her eyes dimmed to normal and she looked back at Vector.

“It's unpowered," she said.

Vector stared at Tap, his jaw level with his adam's apple and his ears swivelled to half-mast. “Wow!" he said.

Tap giggled. “We know there's somebody living down there," she went on, “We need to know who. We need to either bring them into The Korps or eliminate them." Her face fell. “I really hope we can bring them in. I don't kill, Vector, not ever!"

“We need you… t'… pick th' lock… on th' door… 'Scuse me a sec."

A big American badger stood panting under the security camera. “Sorry 'm late… did Rose tell you about the cops?"

“I told them," Rose said. “Vector, now that the team is assembled, please unlock the door. I'm afraid it's rather complicated, but I know you can do it. After that, I'll need you to stand in the doorway and act as a relay so that I can maintain communication with Blindspot and Tap while they're inside the Faraday cage."

“I'm on it."

“Wait. What about this camera?"

“It's unpowered," Tap replied.

“Naw, I want it unplugged. Vector, can you do that?"

“No way, it's too far."

“I thought you had telekinesis!"

“Short range, though! I can only reach as far as my own body length. That thing's like two storey's up!"

“So you can't reach it?"

“The camera's unpowered!" Tap exclaimed.

“But we don't know how long it'll last. It could come back on and you won't be there to turn it back off. C'mon, Vector!"

“I can't reach it! I dunno, maybe if I had a boost I could jump that far…"

Blindspot grabbed Vector up in his arms, trotted back to the camera. He crouched over with his hands around Vector's feet. Shocked, Vector tried to stand. “On three." Blindspot said. “One." Vector crouched, ready to jump. “Two."

“This isn't gonna…"

“Three!" Blindspot straightened suddenly, shoving Vector's feet upwards. Vector jumped, flew high up and grabbed the camera bracket with both hands. For a few seconds he hung there, panting.

“Do it!" Blindspot cried.

Vector reached up with his mind. He felt a simple ethernet cable plugged into the camera under a weatherproof doohicky. He squeezed, felt it come loose, pulled it out. He could see the plug now; it was a Power-Over-Erheenet type.

“How do I get down?" he whimpered.

“Just let go, I'll catch you!"

“Rose, can he do that?"

“Blindspot is quite strong. But a ladder would be a better plan."

“It would have been a better plan in the first place!"

Vector hung as low as his arms would reach. Then he grabbed the bracket with his mind, let go with his hands and lowered himself further. But the strain quickly got worse. Soon he had to let go. He fell for less than a second before he was caught in strong arms. They held him close. Blindspot was smiling at him.

“See? I told you I'd catch you."

Vector looked into Blindspot's face. Blindspot looked back. His face was strong, his smile kind. One of Vector's ears was trapped between his shoulder blade and Blindspot's arms, the other raised slowly. The moment was interrupted by trilling lutrine giggles.

“Now kiss 'im!" Tap squeaked “Kiss 'im, kiss 'im, kiss 'im!"

Vector gave her a ferocious side-eye, while Blindspot looked embarrassed and let the bunny down.

“I'll go pick the lock," said Vector.

The lock was difficult, a barrel-key type, nearly pick-proof even for a professional. Vector felt inside it, started moving the pins. Then he noticed a slight tingle.

“Wait," he said, “there's something wrong."

“Can y' open it 'r not?"

He felt around the lock. There was a wire attached to it, two wires.

“It's a switch. The lock is a switch, when you open it the switch closes. There are wires attached…" He felt along them. “…they go through the door… and down… It's further than I can reach, I dunno what they're attached to. Probably an alarm, camera, maybe a booby trap. Anyway, we don't want it. Just a sec…"

“What're you doin'?"

He felt the lock, found the terminal again, felt where the wire attached to it. Then he felt smaller, smaller still, felt the atoms of copper, pulled them apart, felt them split. He went bigger again, brushed the wire aside.

“There! I cut the wire. Whatever it's attached to, it's not anymore. Now…"

Vector felt inside the lock again, pushed the pins into line, twisted the lock, felt the bolt pull back.

“We're in."

“Let's go, Tap."

“Blindspot, wait," she replied “There was a trap. There might be more."

“C'mon, we gotta move!"

“Just a sec!" Vector felt around the inside of the door frame. “I can't feel any pressure plate in the floor inside… But there's another switch in the jamb. It's a momentary off, the bolt holds it closed, it completes the circuit when you open the door. Just a sec… There! Okay, it's safe. Let's go!"

“Not you, Vector," Rose replied. “I need you to stay in the door and act as my relay."

“But I can help!"

“You will help most by relaying my signal."

“She's right," Tap said, holding up a spare pair of RCGs. “She can't deprogram whoever is in there if she can't get a signal through."

“You gotta stay here, Vector," the badger said.

Vector opened his mouth to argue. He looked up into the tall badger's face. His mouth closed itself. He nodded and meekly stepped aside. Tap and Blindspot crowded past him, (Tap brushed against him as she passed), and headed down the stairs they'd expected. A bluish glow spread out around Tap and the lights went out. Vector held one ear high. The one nearer the door he pointed down the stairs. He felt a faint tingling in his ears and for a while nothing else happened. He yawned.

“Rose, do you think they'll have time for a coffee after?"

“Possible, but not likely. If so, they might not be in a mood to hang out and chat."

“Why? What are they doing?"

“It depends, I'm not sure yet."

“I… Are they going to kill someone?"

“I hope not. I still have only limited information about what is down there. Anything could happen. I know Blindspot is more anxious than usual."

“What is his power anyway? I've seen Tap's power."

“Agent Blindspot projects a psionic field that causes people to ignore him. It does not effect cameras or other mechanical detectors. Tap takes care of those. However, even if somebody knows he's there, they won't be able to find him. He calls it his Ignore Me Field. Psionic suppressors can nullify his power. That's why he had to hide from the police on his way. Does Agent Blindspot seem familiar to you?"

“Familiar?"

A picture of the big badger's face appeared in Vector's overlay. It was blurry and keyhole shaped.

“This is how Agent Blindspot would appear to you without your RCGs. Please look at this picture and think about him holding you in his arms."

But he already was.

Pain! His knees and elbow damaged, his ears tattered, his vision nearly gone. The doctor looked down on him because he'd been assaulted by police. He wanted to cut off his broken ears, pluck out his eyes because he wasn't worthy of help. A big nurse burst in, shamed him for not washing his hands and putting on gloves and mask before treating a patient, pushing him into another room to do it, threatening to report him. Then the nurse came to him, picked him up in his arms, carried him away and nobody seemed to notice them. His arms felt safe, comforting. His face.

That face!

“Blindspot rescued me from the hospital!"

“And brought you to a Korps hospital where you were treated properly."

“I have to talk to him!"

“This is not a good time for it. He has asked about you several times since he rescued you. I can put you in touch with him at a more appropriate time."

“Rose, I need to send him a message."

“I can take a memo for him. What do you want it to say?"

“My address and phone. Tell him I want to see him again."

“Anything else?"

“Yeah… uh… Tell him I say thank you."

“The memo is ready. I will send it to him when he is no longer busy. I have news for you from Boring Hospital. The ophthalmology department want you to know that the genetic approach to repairing your retinas is not promising, although it has some effect. The nanotechnical approach shows more promise, but has limits. Using both approaches together is proving to be quite effective. Research is continuing. The immunology department is still analyzing your reaction to metabolic accelerant, the blue stuff in the med tank. They're pretty backed-up, though with other cases. They'd like to know more about your genes, your reaction to blue stuff is rare."

“I was almost killed by something rare. That doesn't help much."

“No, it doesn't. The diagnostic department is following an agent who has healing powers. The Korps took him in a couple of years ago, he's still in training. He could definitely help you once he's qualified. That's all for now."

“Huh. So in the meantime I still need my RCGs to see."

“Just as a person with severe myopia or hyperopia needs glasses to see. I'm happy to be your eyes. Are you curious about Tap?"

“She's incredible! She's gotta be the most powerful agent in Toronto!"

“You are more powerful than she is. Both of you are middle range agents. The agent who's now approaching in a car regularly fights superheroes alone. If she gives you orders, obey her. Also, Blindspot and Tap are on their way back out. Please keep very still as I am using your relay as a positioning beacon. So you know, they are bringing two people with them."

“What? Why?"

“The extraction has been a success. This is what we were hoping for, except that there's one more person than we expected."

Vector couldn't move his eyes that far, not while he kept still, so he made his visor camera swivel further. There was a familiar bluish glow approaching the bottom of the stairs. A car was taking a second try at backing around a corner into the alley. Tap appeared at the bottom of the stairs, a child over her shoulder. Blindspot, a wolf guy in his arms, followed right behind her. Vector glanced to his side in time to see the car stop directly in front of the door. The driver, a red fox… fennec…. fox in black, latex trousers, a duster and a pointed hat, (and welder's goggles style RCGs), leaned over the passenger seat.

“Where are they?" she thundered.

“Coming up the stairs now, ma'am," Vector replied.

He got behind the door and held it as wide open as it would go. Tap heaved the rear door of the car open, then dashed around to the other side. The kid, a girl, was wearing what seemed to be RCGs, but at a closer look was just a 3D headset. She seemed to be hypnotized, though. Blindspot put his burden in the backseat on the nearer side. The wolf was definitely wearing the spare RCGs Tap had shown him and was certainly under hypnosis. Blindspot buckled him in. Tap buckled the girl's seat belt and closed her door. The driver gunned the engine and took off up the alley. She screeched around the corner and disappeared into the parking lot, nothing left of her but the noise of the car engine.

“Was that who I think that was?" Tap said.

“She happened to be available," Rose replied. “Vector, please close and lock the door before you leave."

“Yeah," Blindspot added, “we should all put some distance between us and here."

“So, no Ishmaels?"

“Ishmaels?"

“Yeah, there's a Ishmaels at the end of the mall on the way to the subway."

“There's a Subway near here too?"

“He means the TTC, dumby!" Tap replied, as she pulled Blindspot away down the alley. “It's best to stay away from here for a couple days, Vector hon. Let's hang out another time!"

“I'd like that!" Vector replied.

He turned and closed the door, touched the deadbolt with his mind and turned it back in place. “Rose, should I try to reconnect the alarms?"

“It's not necessary. It's safe now to leave the way you came."

Rose put some emphasis on “now," so he hopped down the alley to the chain-link fence at the end, jumped and scrambled up it. As he reached the top, he heard his name. He looked back. Blindspot was waving.

“I'll call!" he yelled.

“Oh yeah, the memo!" Vector grinned broadly and waved back. He jumped down, glanced around, (nobody was there but the usual early morning traffic), and strolled away casually. Apache Burger was just opening for the morning crowd. He gave it a wistful look, but crossed the street anyway.

#

Vector swayed his hips, concentrated and pushed with his belly muscles. He sighed raggedly as the contents of his lower intestine spilled onto the shower stall floor. But he could feel that there was more inside him. He put his fingers inside his bunny hole, spread it open, used his mind to push the rest out. He sighed again as it left him. He looked down. There was nothing but water on the shower floor. He smiled. He was all clean and nice inside now and would be for at least a day. That is, unless his new favourite badger made him all creamy and messy inside. No, not unless, until. He wouldn't let Blindspot leave until he'd fucked his bunny brains out. Oh please, he thought, as he knelt and poured cleanser on the shower stall floor, let that badger fuck my brains out!

“Rose, what time is it?"

“Sixteen twelve hours. Blindspot has just left, it should be approximately an hour before he arrives. You have plenty of time to finish getting ready. The meal you have prepared should be ready shortly after he arrives and both of you should be able to digest it. Bobby, are you sure it's wise to rush into sex? You hardly know Blindspot."

“He's into me, I'm into him. I'm not gonna waste a second!" Bobby put down the sponge he'd been using on the shower floor, stood and started hosing it down. “I'm right about him, aren't I? He's kind of a lunkhead, but he has a big, beautiful heart and he really cares about people, or me anyway, right?"

“He is not a lunkhead, as you put it. He has a little above average intelligence, like you. He does have some bad thought habits, but none of them lead towards violence or disrespect, just laziness and occasional rash action. He cares deeply about his friends, especially those in The Korps. He cares for and defends them. He has feelings for you which he does not try to hide. But I really think you should reconsider rushing into sex with him. Wait until you know him better."

Bobby stared at the shower stall floor. It was damp, but pristine, cleaner and whiter than it had been in months. The shampoo was ready for him, fresh towels hanging by the stall, his back brush waited to work soap into his fur. It looked like a new beginning somehow.

“Rose, I need him. I mean tonight, desperately, I need him!"

“I ask you to remember one thing, Bobby."

“What?"

“No matter how things turn out tonight, whether they go well or poorly, end tonight or continue, in love or in hate, you have to take care of Agent Blindspot as if he was your true love for as long as you live. The Karen Swarm requires it, The Overlord requires it and I require it. Do you understand?"

Bobby stepped into the shower stall and closed the curtain.

“Yes," he said.

“And you still want to try to have sex with him tonight?"

“More than I ever wanted anything in my life! Sorry, Rose, bath time."

He took off his RCGs.

#

Bobby lay with his tail on his pillow, holding his knees in his arms. He felt his artificial joints click a little inside him. With his mind, he held a mirror above his butt, angled so that he could see his hole. His mind's other hand held a pair of clippers. He carefully, oh so carefully, trimmed the fur around his anus; not all the way to skin, but enough that it would be easier to wash cum out later. He zoomed his RCGs cameras in on the mirror for a closer view.

Finished with that, he picked up a little bottle of lube and spread it on his hole thickly, squirted some inside himself too. His penis was already reacting to the attention, cool lube inside him made it stiffen even more. He let go of his legs, but stopped to give his package a quick petting.

“Don't fail me tonight, old friends!" he told it.

He rolled off the bed and got dressed; pink, girly panties that hugged his package and showed it off, a grey half-tee that showed off his white belly and a rainbow skirt that closed with quick-opening Velcro above his tail. He considered and climbed into grey thigh stockings and arm warmers. A rainbow collar finished the ensemble. He checked himself in a full length mirror hanging from his closet door, frowned at the collar and substituted a purple-pink choker that matched his RCGs. His hips swayed as he walked to his small kitchen and gave his stew a good stir. There was celery, carrot and spinach for him, stewed to softness for Blindspot and meal worms and tofu so his badger would have protein.

“Rose, what do you think? Am I cute enough?"

“It's hard for a bunny to be not cute. If you mean your outfit, I estimate that you are adorable. I notice that you have chosen a typically feminine style."

“I plan on being the girl tonight. You could have just said that I'm adorable, you know."

“I could have said that, but it would be technically untrue. I am an artificial general intelligence. I don't have an emotional context. I can't have feelings about your appearance, only estimate how a living intelligence would feel."

Bobby paused, stirring spoon still in hand. “But then why do you take care of us agents? Just because it's your programming?"

“That s true, but it is not the whole truth. I am able to judge when I have been helpful, both for The Overlord and for agents. I have a counter which I increment every time I help. I suppose it is my analogy for a feeling of accomplishment. For examples, I incremented the counter today when I woke you up this morning, when I reminded you that Blindspot is visiting today, when I helped you to plan your menu for tonight, when I cautioned you that rushing into sex with Blindspot will be risky, when I stopped doing so when you made it clear that you were going ahead anyway, and so on."

“Wow. How high is the counter now?"

“Seven hundred eighty three trillion, four hundred and twenty nine billion, six hundred and sixty nine million, nine hundred and one thousand, give or take a thousand. The counter is still incrementing, of course."

“I bet you're pretty pleased with yourself!"

“No, I am not capable of that, but I am aware that I have helped a lot. I am about to increment it by one more."

“Yeah, why?"

“I am warning you that Blindspot is now within a block of your building. He will shortly ring to ask to be let in. He has flowers. You should have just enough time to prepare a vase."

#

Bobby opened the door. His badger was standing there, strong and proud and beautiful, holding flowers. His RCGs were formal, aviator-style.

“So, uh, hi," he said.

Bobby nudged past the proffered flowers. He pushed his arms under the badger's arms and hugged him as tightly as he could, nuzzled his head under the badger's chin, ears down to his shoulders.

“Hold me!" he murmured. “Just, please, hold me, like you're never gonna let go! Okay? I want this moment to go on forever! Just hold me!"

The badger opened his mouth, but nodded at something only he could hear, closed his mouth and cuddled the bunny. He stroked Bobby's ears. Bobby relaxed into the embrace. For a long moment they stood that way.

“Um, Vector?"

“Bobby. My name is Bobby."

“Okay. Uh, Tommy."

“Tommy!" Bobby whispered, as if it was a prayer. “Tommy. Rose wouldn't tell me, she said it should be your decision. ``

“Yeah, Rose morals."

“Tommy, please fuck my brains out tonight."

Tommy laughed. Had he been drinking it would have been a spit-take. He stared at Bobby, his mouth agape.

“I'm serious, Tommy! I need you tonight! I need you, really badly!" He sniffed the air. “Oh shit, the stew!"

Bobby hurried to the kitchen. “There's a vase on the table!" he yelled back.

Tommy found the table and arranged his flowers in it, (crudely.) “I can't fault you for beating around the bush!" he told the kitchen door, loudly.

“That's what she said!" Bobby replied.

Tommy snorted. “Hey, Rose? Do me a favour 'n tell Tap I'm not gonna be back tonight. Oh, and uh, do me another favour 'n…"

“Tap wants you to know that she's cheering."

“..an' don't tell me what she… Never mind. Dumb otter."

#

Tommy ate enthusiastically. Bobby ate politely, making each bite of stew as suggestive as he could. Tommy finished and asked for more. Bobby brought his own plate to Tommy, draped himself over Tommy's shoulders and fed him. He lifted a fork full of stew to Tommy's mouth, petted Tommy's chest, nuzzled his cheek as he chewed. Tommy took three more bites that way.

“Okay, fuck this!" he declared around a fourth mouthful.

Tommy turned in his chair and put a possessive hand behind Bobby's neck, held him still as he pressed their lips together. He licked his way into Bobby's mouth. Bobby tasted stew and breath mint. (He made a mental note to put mint in the stew next time, it added something.)

Bobby sucked, encouraging Tommy to lick deeper. He did. Tommy explored behind Bobby's big front teeth, under his tongue, his cheeks, as far back in his throat as his own tongue would reach. He moved it aside as Bobby's tongue reached into Tommy's mouth.

Tommy moved Bobby into his lap and held him close as they kissed. He petted Bobby's ears and throat with one hand, stroked the fur on the side of his tummy with the other hand. He kept his eyes open a first, but couldn't see Bobby's eyes very well through his RCGs anyway, so closed them. Bobby, meanwhile, had closed his eyes from the start, preferring feeling and taste to vision. He scritched inside Tommy's ears, rubbed his throat and chest. Most of all he kept their lips together however they moved. He sighed, then panted through his nose. He felt the breath from Tommy nose on his cheek.

At last, Tommy broke the kiss.

“One sec," he said, and reached for his RCG. “Night, Rose, see you tomorrow." He took the aviators off and set it on the table. He reached for Bobby's RCG.

“No! Don't!"

“What, you want Rose watchin' us?"

“She would anyway. I need these to see, Tommy!"

“What? Why?"

“Those cops, they did a real job on my eyes. I only have a little patch of vision left in my right eye."

“…oh my god… I didn't know! Sons of bitches!"

“Yeah. The vision unit at Boring Hospital are working on ways to fix my eyes. They think if they can fix me, they can use it on other people with retinal damage. But they're still working on it. Meanwhile my RCGs give me better than perfect vision." Bobby started unbuttoning Tommy's shirt. “And that's why I want to keep them on, so I can see how beautiful you are. And see what I'm doing. Anyway, secrets are bad in the Korps, remember? The more we know about each other… Oh Em Gee, what did you do to your fur? It's so soft!"

Bobby ran his fingertips through the fur on Tommy's chest, over and over. He snuggled his nose into it, felt its texture, smelled his scent.

“It's some of Olivia's fur care product. Tap, I mean. She made me use it."

“Tap? Do you live with her or something?"

“Yeah, we're roommates. She keeps me organized 'n stuff."

“Lucky. I live alone." Bobby tugged at Tommy's zipper and unbuckled his belt “Anyway, get your damn pants off already, I want… Oh. Oh em gee."

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, you shouldn't have…"

“That's big. That's very big!"

Bobby cradled and petted Tommy's penis. Even partly flaccid, it took both his hands to hold.

“I won't be able to get it in my mouth. Fuck, I wanted your cum for dessert."

“I'm sorry."

“Why? I'd kill to have a dong like yours!"

“It's not so great. Like you said, it's hard finding someone who can give me head and most guys are afraid of it. Girls, too. Tap took it once, she was walking funny for days, but she wouldn't let me say sorry. But she never took it again. You don't have to if you don't want to."

“Yes I do! Tommy, fuck, I'm so horny right now I feel like I'm dying! Please…" Bobby pulled off his shirt and skirt and knelt at Tommy's feet. “Please, Tommy, pull my panties down and fuck me! I need you! …just go in slowly so I don't tear, okay?"

“Okay, uh, just a sec."

Tommy took off his loafers before he stood. He pulled off his shirt, then his jeans, letting Bobby watch. His penis slid out of his shorts, never entirely hidden. The underwear joined the rest of Tommy's clothes beside Bobby.

“…so, this is me…"

“See? You're so beautiful!" He took Tommy's penis in one hand and pulled him closer, caressed and nuzzled it. With his other hand he petted Tommy's tail, scritching near the base. “I didn't want to miss this." He reached up and stroked Tommy's tummy, fingered his belly button. “You're so beautiful! Oh em gee, you're getting even bigger! Come on, get inside me while you can!"

Shrugging, Tommy went and knelt behind Bobby. He slid his fingers under the panties' waistband, lifted it over Bobby's bunny tail. Then he found the velcro patch that held it closed and opened it, a bit late. Suddenly the waistband tore itself apart over Bobby's hips, first on the right side, then the left. Tommy pulled the remnants off of Bobby, which brought the bunny's package back where he could see it.

“Did you just use your power to… never mind, you musta. Aw, look how cute you are!" He held and petted the bunny's cock, gently fondled his sack. “I wanna suck these later. Why're you gigglin'?"

“You said I'm cute! You forgot my praise kink. Tommy, please fuck me now!"

“Okay, just lemme get a condom."

“Why? I washed myself out for you, I'm all clean inside. I've had all my shots, you're not gonna make me pregnant. I want your cum inside me!"

“Oh, yeah, I guess I don't need one. Okay, uh, better lean on the chair, this might get a lil' rough."

The chair magically moved closer to Bobby. He rested his head and elbows on the seat. Then he thought better of it, rested his chest on the seat and grabbed the back with both hands. Tommy kept Bobby's penis in one hand, took his own in the other and rubbed them together. Bobby moaned. His hole gaped slightly open.

“More o' that later, too," Tommy murmured.

He moved the big head of his penis to the bunny's slick hole, pressed the very tip onto it.

“Okay, easy now, try 'n relax."

He gently pulled Bobby's cheeks further apart. He put two fingers on each side of his hole, two above and two below, and slowly pulled him further open. Then he pushed his tip inside. Bobby arched his back. He sighed raggedly, tensed a little as the big head entered him, then relaxed, panting a little.

“You okay?"

“Yeah. It's pretty stretchy, but now that you're in, I'm okay. It's… huuhh… I might need more lube. Aw fuck, it's in the bathroom."

“It's okay, I got a bottle in my pocket. You want more?"

“I'm okay for now, I'll let you know. Come on in!"

Tommy pushed himself further, slowly, deeper. Bobby moaned and panted as his hole swallowed the big cock. “Oh, yeah!" he moaned. “Oh, more!"

“Know what?" Tommy said, as he pressed himself even further in. “I can't believe, like, you really want me, that's the best part. Someone as cute 'n sexy as you wants me! I'm the luckiest guy in the world… I think that's as far in as I can go, eh?"

“Ugh… for now… But I'll stretch as you go! You'll see, you'll be all the way inside by the time you cum!" He held onto the chair, panting, but relaxed. “You're wrong, I'm luckier. You don't know how good this feels! Not just your cock, I feel safe in your hands. It's never felt this good before." He turned a big smile back to Tommy. “I'm okay. You can start thrusting!"

Tommy slowly pulled part way out, then slowly pushed back in again, setting a slow rhythm. With each easy thrust, he met and nudged the depths of Bobby's hole. Bobby moaned softly as the big shaft pushed into him, took a deep breath as it pulled out. He counter-thrusted at the end of Tommy's thrusts, nudging himself harder with it. Before long, his hole was swallowing more of Tommy's cock.

Eventually Bobby asked for more lube. They paused while Tommy retrieved it from his pants pocket. Tommy pulled out until just his head was left inside, spread lube on himself, then plenty more on Bobby. The slick stuff had a cherry scent and was much thicker than what Bobby had used. He admitted that it felt better.

It wasn't long before Tommy was all the way inside Bobby. Their sacks met and rubbed with each thrust. Bobby asked Tommy to go harder. He picked up his pace, pulling out slowly, then pushing in quickly. Bobby grunted with each thrust, but still pushed back on him. Now and then he encouraged Tommy to continue with a word or two of praise or an enthusiastic “Yes!"

Bobby came first. Tommy had started grinding into him hard at the end of every two or three strokes. As he did, Bobby cried out. Thick, sticky cum spurted from his penis onto the floor. Shot after shot drained out of him along with any tension that was left in his body. He clung to the chair as the spurts died down to a trickle, then a rope hanging from his tip, as loose as he was.

“Don't stop," he groaned. “Keep going. I want your cum!"

Tommy made little circles with his hips, working his cock inside Bobby, pressing on the sides of Bobby's hole. Bobby pushed back a bit halfheartedly, still loose and relaxed from his own powerful orgasm.

At first Tommy didn't notice the pressure inside his own hole. But it soon became obvious that he was being fucked, too. His sphincter was closed, yet something was inside him, actively massaging his prostate. He started to whimper, partly from not knowing what to do about it, largely because it was working on him and he didn't want it to stop. It didn't stop as he growled and pushed himself as deep into Bobby as he could thrust. Hot, sticky cum shot out of him and into Bobby's depths, shot after shot. And something was still rubbing his prostate, squeezing even more out of him! Squeezing his balls against Bobby's; he was sure it wasn't him, both his hands were on Bobby's hips, holding the bunny down!

At last the orgasm slacked, the spurts stopped. Tommy leaned forward and pulled Bobby upright, sitting in his lap, his cock still buried deep inside. He held the bunny tight, cuddling him close, buried his face in Bobby's neck fur. Bobby let himself be cuddled. He held onto Tommy's arm across his chest and nuzzled his forehead.

“You dirty son of a bitch," Tommy murmured. “You were using your power on me."

“You loved it. You know you did."

Tommy growled softly and nipped Bobby's throat. Bobby gave a little cry at the nip, but didn't move.

“You're gonna take some gettin' used to. You were pretty pent up, weren't you?"

“It's been a while. I was nearly ready to settle for just anyone, just to feel better. Then you came along and I knew it had to be you. I feel safe with you. You rescued me."

“Yeah, Rose told me you remembered. I was just doin' my job…"

“You cared about me."

“I, but, uh…"

“You kept asking about me, after."

“Rose told you that?" (Bobby nodded.) “Well, okay, I guess I…"

“You wanted me."

“How much did Rose tell you?"

Bobby shook his head. “I asked you to visit. I told you why I wanted you to visit and what I wanted to do. You came."

“So obviously… Jeeze, am I that obvious?"

“You know I'm falling in love with you."

“You don't have to…"

“Yes I do. You are exactly what I need in my life and I don't ever want to have to be without you again. So I'm falling in love with you. Okay?"

“I dunno. This is going awfully fast! Shouldn't we, I dunno, wait a while, see what happens?"

“No! We don't have time."

Bobby pulled Tommy's arms away, raised himself off Tommy's penis and turned around to face him. He took Tommy's penis in his hands and held it tight.

“Listen to me. I was beaten half to death by a pair of civilian cops just because they suspected I might have powers and didn't tell the government, which is a two hundred dollar fine. I have two artificial knees and springs where my leg bones were, an artificial elbow, hip and shoulder and a partly artificial wrist. I have half a kidney, most of a liver and they only just saved my spleen. My other kidney has to be recharged every few days, more if it has to save me from any known poison. My ears are held up by wires attached to a chip so they can double as a relay for Rose. My face had to be re-arranged back the way it was and it's still held together by titanium staples. They had to be titanium so that I can get regular MRIs. They had to do it the hard way because I have some kind of reaction to Blue Stuff, it nearly killed me! And I mentioned needing my RCGs to see. I'm officially a cyborg for fuck sake!

“So now I'm a Korps agent. I'm evil to the bone and proud of it. You know as well as I do that an agent's life is hard and dangerous. Either one of us might live to see The Overlord's better world or be murdered by some chud superhero tomorrow morning. We need to live and love and be happy now! Because we might not be here tomorrow! I never, ever want to have to be without you again! But if I ever do have to lose you, I want as much memory of you as I can get! And if you ever have to be without me, I want you to know that You! Were! Loved!

“And could be loved again.

“So I'm falling in love with you. Okay?"

“Oh Bobby, oh fuck!"

Tommy gathered Bobby into his arms, held him close and tight. He shivered and his voice broke.

“I promise… I swear, I'll love you the best I can!"

“And I promise to protect you and take care of you as my one true love, and to trust you to take care of me and protect me too, for the rest of my life, no matter what!"

“I love you, Bobby! You're my bunny!"

A smiley face emoji appeared in Bobby's overlay. It turned into a winkey face emoji for one second, then turned back. Bobby winked back at Rose. The emoji went away.

“Okay, enough crying. We don't have time for it. Let's fuck some more!"

“Already? I just came, I won't be ready again for a while!"

“Yeah, you just dumped a gallon of cum into my ass." Bobby giggled. “You probably need fluids. Electrolytes, protein."

Bobby took Tommy's hand and put his penis in it. Tommy grinned.

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EPILOGUE

Bobby's RCGs were pinging at him. He woke up enough to reach for it. A broad badger paw stopped him.

“Tell Rose to shut up," Tommy muttered.

Bobby hesitated. Then he grinned. He took Tommy's hand in his and kissed each finger. His badger moaned sleepily. Bobby reached again for his RCGs. Again, Tommy tried to restrain him.

“We're off the clock," he muttered.

“We're agents, there is no clock. I better take it."

Tommy spooned up behind him and held him tight, keeping him in bed.

“Tommy, don't. I gotta go to the bathroom anyway."

“That's my cock."

“No, I gotta pee!"

Tommy growled, but let go. “Don't take your RCGs, just tell Rose to fuck off."

“I can't aim if I can't see."

Bobby wriggled to the edge of the bed, swung his legs down. But Tommy grabbed his butt cheek before he got up.

“Hurry back," he said.

Bobby took his hand and kissed it. “I love you," he whispered.

“Love you too," Tommy murmured.

Bobby grabbed his RCGs. The pinging stopped. His keyhole of vision flashed pink and with a slight shock, became his world, his room, in night vision amber. He meandered to the bathroom.

“I woke you up because your vital signs were high, but I notice that they went down again. Were you having the dream?"

“Yes. But it was different this time."

“Bobby, are you urinating?"

“Yes. You keep telling me you don't have an emotional context, so I figured it wouldn't bother you."

“That's true. But this is the first time you've used the toilet without asking for privacy. It's a good sign. Do you remember how the dream was different this time?"

“I, well, I handled it."

“Please go on."

“It started the same. The cops were chasing me. I was running away. But I wasn't scared, I was mad. I ran down the alley, then I stopped and let them catch up. I let them slam me against the wall. Then I reached into their necks and pinched their carotid arteries until they fainted, just like in training. I watched them fall. And I stepped over them. And I walked away. And then the dream ended. If you hadn't woke me up I might've forgotten it."

“Bobby, that's a big improvement! You appear to be sitting down. Do you want privacy now?"

“I like company. You're good company. Rose, are you sure this isn't bothering you?"

“No, not at all…. Bobby, you appear to be in pain."

He squeezed his tummy muscles. Thick cum flowed from his bowels. But he moaned in pain as he emptied himself.

“Bobby, where does it hurt?"

He relaxed, panting.

“My butt hole! Tommy's too big. I have to do something about that."

“Tommy is quite proud of his penis. A practical solution would be to help you stretch. There are ways to do that. We can start now if you wish."

Bobby sat, letting the cum drain without pushing. It seemed to find all the stingy spots.

“Fuck. I wish I could just go to Empire Enhancements and get stretched. I wish…" He shook his head. “There are lots of things I'd change. But if even one thing changed I'd have never met Tommy. I'd never change that. Rose, what time is it?"

“Oh three fifty-three hours."

“Too early. Tommy and I can talk with you about stretching me in the morning. I mean, later, when we get up. Okay, enough of this."

He stood, dampened a face towel and carefully wiped himself with it. It hurt anyway. He dumped the dirty towel in his laundry hamper. He washed his hands. For a moment he looked at himself in he mirror. He smiled at himself.

“Penny for your thoughts?"

“Oh nothing. Just, going back to bed is going back to Tommy." His smile changed subtly, even he could see that it was an unusually pretty smile. “I'm so in love with him."

“It's helping you to heal. This is a very positive development. I believe that it is also helping him. We can discuss these things after you've slept."

“Rose, thank you."

“I will always be here for you, Bobby. You are not alone anymore. Sweet dreams."

Bobby turned out the light. He manoeuvred by night vision amber through the maze of clothes and bottles they'd left on the floor. He stood admiring Tommy for a minute before sitting back down on the bed. He made a note of where Tommy's RCGs were in the bedside table before taking his own off and putting them side-by-side by feel. He lay down and snuggled Tommy. Tommy wrapped him in a possessive embrace.

“You talked to Rose," he accused.

“She helps me with bad dreams."

“You have bad dreams?"

“Not anymore. I got a big, ferocious badger to chase them all away."

Tommy chuckled. He reached for the blankets, tried to pull them over. Bobby helped and they were soon covered.

“That's all you talked about, dreams?"

“Nothing that can't wait until morning."

“What?"

“Shh. Morning. I love you so much."

For a long moment, Tommy didn't reply, just breathed warm air onto Bobby's cheek He thought the big badger was asleep. Finally, Tommy whispered, “Love you." Bobby yawned and drifted down towards sleep.

He was a bunny, small, naked and vulnerable, prey in a long-ago time. But he was not alone and he was immensely strong.

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This story and all the characters in it are copyright © 2024 by D'Otter, except as follows.

Wishgranter. belongs to Erin Redfen and appears by their permission.

ROSE, Karen and The Korps universe belong to Karen King and are used by general permission.

This is a work of fan fiction based on the works of Karen King. It should not be taken as canonical to those works, (unless she says otherwise.)

Author's Note

The words “a part" are a curious paradox. Separated, “a part" means joined together with. Together, “apart" means separated from. Does this mean anything? Of itself, no, it's just a curious coincidence. Art can be taking coincidences like this and giving them meaning.