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[b][u][center]An Impossible Sentence

Chapter 12

For Mizzukat

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

It took almost an hour before an agreement was reached, just as Mafia had predicted. Horus spent that time walking from the office to the upper levels, pacing back and forth, keeping an eye on the various villains that were waiting for their ride out of the prison. His mere presence kept them from starting fights with each other, but whether that was respect, fear, or something else, he didn’t know.

Certainly they spent a great deal of time staring at him as he passed, and he could feel their eyes on his bare ass, as well. They were certainly having thoughts after everything that he had done for Shadowclaw, Mafia, and the other villains. Perhaps they were debating whether they could jump him and get the same pleasures for themselves.

Whether that was what they were thinking or not, the villains stopped bickering and talking when he was around, and that was good enough for him.

He was leaning against the door to the Warden’s office, studiously ignoring the sucking, glucking sounds that were going on around the corner, when Shadowclaw appeared again. The panther’s shadow fell across the wall and the other man’s clawed fingers stroked over his hip. Horus ignored it as best he could, staring off to the side to avoid looking the cat in the eye.

“Snipers taken care of?” Horus asked.

“Mmm, mostly. There’s a few on the far side that are out of reach, but, heh, they can’t see our escape route, either.”

“That’ll have to work.”

“Heh, you don’t trust the powers that be? Shocking.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever trust them again,” he admitted, shaking his head and looking at the wall. “After what they did to me…”

“Mmmm, now that’s a change.”

“What, that I can blame them for doing something wrong?” Horus asked.

“More or less. I was expecting you to blame the Warden for everything that had gone wrong. One bad man not spoiling the bunch, after all.”

“…One bad man that shouldn’t have existed, true enough.” He sighed, leaning his head back against the wall. “But that doesn’t mean that the system isn’t on his side. The system threw me in here, let him have me, and –”

“And you don’t mean to let them keep you.”

Horus shook his head.

“That means going back to a normal life, you know. Or –”

“I know.”

Or becoming a villain. That was the only other option he had if he wanted to life a live with his powers. If he came back, if he tried to fight crime again, he’d be one more target because the city had been told how dangerous he was. Wouldn’t matter if he was fighting people like Dark Storm or Shock Treatment or even General Victorious: to the people, he was one more villain. If he didn’t do something about it, that would be his fate for the rest of his life and throughout history.

But to become a villain…

He sighed. Surprisingly, Shadowclaw leaned against him, an arm over his shoulder.

“You know, not all of us ‘villains’ are as bad as we look.”

“I know.”

“It’s not like you’re turning into a monster.”

“I know. Just…I need some time to think.”

“Ah, fair enough. For now, I guess I’ll take care of the General. It sounds like he’s coming around this way again.”

“Please. And thank you.”

The presence of the panther disappeared, and he imagined that the black-furred feline had already crossed paths with the great and powerful bull. Ever since the bargaining had started, General Victorious had set to staking his claim over his herd properly. They had always been part of his following, but now, they would be bound to him, feeding him with strength and loyalty, and that would only get worse over time, too.

[i]I’m freeing powerhouses from this place. People that will be able to turn the city upside-down without proper heroes to challenge them.[/i]

But if the city wasn’t going to let him hero…

He shook his head. There wasn’t much he could do locked up in the prison, either. He had to be out there, in the sun, to do anything at all. And to get out there, he had to work with the villains. It was the only way.

[i]Here’s hoping I’m not going to end up hurting more people as a result.[/i]

The glukking had stopped, he realized. The stallion turned to the door as it opened at his side, and Mafia stepped out with a great big grin on his face.

“Good news?” Horus asked.

“Very. Transport has been arranged, the military is kept in abeyance, and all we have to do is kick the Warden off the transports halfway to the city.”

“What about when we get to the city?”

“That is where we will have to make our own way,” Mafia said, flicking nonexistent dust off his shoulders. “The military would have been the bigger worry. Cops, I believe, most of us can handle.”

“…So, as soon as we touch shore, we break.”

“Hmmm, those that wish to. Others may follow me, or the General, or whoever they want. It would be beneficial for most of us to stay in a large group, so we can push through whatever barricades they manage to set up.” Mafia fixed him with an emotionless stare. “I would appreciate having you with us.”

Despite expecting the invitation to join the criminals, he didn’t have an immediate answer. He stared at the boar for a moment or two before dropping his eyes to the floor.

[i]If I go with them…[/i]

If he went with Mafia, then he would be moving with an army of super-villains. Some of them were going to be petty criminals that just happened to have superpowers, true enough, but there would be no distancing himself from them. He couldn’t just say, later, that he was swept up in the rush or that he took advantage of the chaos to free himself. Not only would it be a lie, it’d be something that anyone with camera records could disprove.

At the same time…

He looked at the wall again, imagining the world outside the prison. The government had thrown him in here without a second thought. None of them had valued what he had done for the city over the course of his service. He hadn’t been protected, nor had anyone thought to put in a good word for him.

It had been convenient to use him, and just as convenient to get rid of him. And yet…despite having every reason to be furious with them, he couldn’t. It made sense, even if it was wrong.

“…Are there any other options?” he muttered.

“Technically, yes.”

“Are you going to tell me them?”

“You helped us get this far. And you have made it possible for us to get out of here without spilling more blood. I feel that I owe you at least a little bit. Whether you take that as a position under me or as a peaceful goodbye, I’ll leave up to you.”

Horus chuckled, though there was no amusement in the sound. He wasn’t surprised; Mafia had already gotten more than enough to start his operations up again. With this many villains indebted to him, it would be nearly impossible for the cops to shake him down again. He’d have an entire army of super-powered individuals ready to throw themselves against the system because he freed them. There’d be some outliers – General Victorious, he was sure, wouldn’t want to serve under someone else anymore, and he doubted that Shock Treatment would want to go anywhere else but with him – but by and large, there’d be an army outside waiting for Mafia. The boar would be the top villain without question.

Mafia could afford to be nice to him. It would only do the boar favors in the long run to have a hero that was indebted to him, one way or another. Better a villain, the boar probably thought, but even having someone that was on the other side and willing to do him a favor would be useful in the long run.

[i]Never met anyone that could play the long game like this,[/i] he thought, shaking his head. [i]Regardless of whether I like you, I can’t help but respect you.[/i]

“So, which will it be?” Mafia asked, cocking his head to the side. “Will you stay with us on the shore, or do we part ways once we hit the coastline?”

“…I’ll tell you when we get there.”

“Then you will stay in my transport. Come. We should be at the docking bay when they get here.”

#

The transports were swift in arriving, and the prisoners were loaded on without a word. The pilots jumped out of the front cabins as soon as the transports were docked, and the prisoners climbed through holes cut in the hull to get to the drivers’ seats. Those that knew how to check for them went over the transport shuttles for any signs of explosives or anything else meant to keep them from getting away, and once they were all cleared, they were off.

Horus was in the front transport with Mafia, Shadowclaw, Giltadoa, and Shock Treatment. The Warden was at the back, pressed against the rear door with his arms tied and his legs free.

“Are you sure he’ll survive long enough to be picked up?” Horus asked as the shuttle buzzed over the water.

“I doubt that any of us really care at this point, but…he should be fine,” the boar said, shaking his head. “I imagine that they will be quick to snag him; he’s got too many people that owe him favors, and probably owes too much money to investors for them to just let him drown.”

That was a pessimistic, but he could see the logic of it. And more to the point, it meant that they didn’t need to keep an eye on him as much as they otherwise would have. A bound crocodile was a far more controlled one.

As ever, Shadowclaw was all but invisible, a presence more than a person. The panther flitted about, moving from the closed rear of the shuttle to the front and back again, seemingly unable to settle for the voyage. Horus didn’t know what the feline would do once they hit ground, but he hoped for the best for him. Shadowclaw had been a minor menace as a thief, but he’d never been that bad.

He glanced at the gila monster/toad hybrid, imagining what it would be like with Giltadoa on the streets again. In the past, he knew that the hedonist had been little more than a selfish pest, bothering a few people here and there when the need struck him, but never getting that visible as a criminal. If he went back to that, there’d be no issue, but the way that he stood so close to Mafia…

Well, there were possibilities there, possibilities for some serious fuckery, and he wasn’t sure that he liked that.

And then, there was –

“Nnngh…”

Shock Treatment stood right behind him, pressed against his side and thigh, and every so often the opossum would reach out and shock him right at the base of his spine. It wasn’t painful so much as it was surprising, and every time, the shock went right down to his cock, balls, and pussy, making everything clench hard. Surprisingly, it didn’t affect his ass so much, but…well, the opossum had always been more focused on breeding than anything else. He had no doubt that the little guy was trying to get him ready for something later.

[i]He’s going to be my responsibility,[/i] he thought as the shuttle continued to hum under his hooves. [i]He’s going to be with me. No more working with Mafia, no more spending time with the General.[/i]

Horus supposed that he had made his decision, then. He needed to get the little guy somewhere safe, and that meant being anywhere but with Mafia.

“We’re halfway there,” Mafia said. “Someone dump the Warden.”

“I got it.”

Horus stepped away from Shock Treatment and the others, making his way to the rear of the shuttle. The back could open with just a touch of a button, now. All the security features had been disabled for the sake of the prisoners. He leaned against the doorframe, looking down at the crocodile.

Warden Maxson III had been an imposing figure in the prison, but that had been down to his power, prestige, and position. It had nothing to do with who he was now. Naked, his arms tied behind his back, he looked like a middle-aged office worker, a manager that had bloated his guts and his self-importance on his position more than anything else. His eyes were glazed over, still somewhat affected by Giltadoa’s power and slime. He’d be nice and relaxed on the waves, probably float just fine.

When the stallion leaned down over the crocodile, their eyes met for a moment. A glint of recognition flickered behind those orbs, a reminder of what had almost happened between them. The urges that Maxson had indulged with him still rankled, and Horus shook his head at the Warden.

“Good riddance to you…”

He thumped the button. The roar of the engines surged, almost deafening him as he picked the Warden up and threw him out the door. He waited for the splash and the sight of the scaly man surfacing from the water, already hundreds of feet behind the fleet of transport shuttles, before shutting the door again.

“It’s done,” he said, walking back to the front.

“Good, good. Now, we see if they keep their word.”

When no planes roared out of the skies to blow them out of the water, it seemed they were safe enough. Horus leaned against the wall again, looking out the front window of the shuttle. The city loomed large in the distance, getting closer with each passing second. He could just barely make out the wail of sirens getting closer, and he shook his head.

“Are you going to just go straight for them?” he asked.

“It’s the only way we’re going to get through,” Mafia said. “If we try and lead them around, look for an empty beachhead, it just gives them more time to get the police ready. The only chance we got is to land and push through as fast as possible while they’re still trying to assemble.”

“That’s one option.”

“Do you have a better one, then?” Mafia asked. “I didn’t take you for a strategist.”

“There would be…if I was willing to be a target again.”

“Ah. Sending the ‘hero’ in first to draw fire, I assume?” The boar chuckled. “That would require far more loyalty from you than I have. Quite frankly, I’m amazed that you were willing to work for me as long as you did.”

“I’m surprised you’re not still calling me ‘Mare.’”

“A token name to assuage the others and keep them willing to work with you. You have no idea how much managing it required to keep them from trying to break you before you stopped being useful.”

Horus shrugged.

“No gratitude?” Mafia asked.

“You said it. I was useful. You were the one that decided you wanted to keep using me, so it wasn’t really a favor to keep me safe.”

“…Very good, Horus. You’ve changed. You’ve changed quite a bit in such a short time.” Mafia chuckled. “I almost wonder if you would have been willing to come with me if we’d waited just a bit longer to break out.”

“I doubt it,” the horse said.

“Oh, you never know. Anger is a powerful thing. You’re frustrated, you’re hurt, but you’re not angry. Not yet. You haven’t felt that real fury that would have given you a very different perspective.”

“…”

“You’ll be parting ways with me, then?” Mafia said, turning away and staring out the window. “Just so we’re clear?”

“…Parting ways physically, at least. I can’t say what I’ll do, but I doubt that I’ll be fighting you anytime soon.”

“That’s all I can ask for.”

#

Their arrival was a mess, and even afterward, Horus wasn’t sure just what happened, or how they’d gotten away.

The landing was kicked off by grenades, smoke and explosions bursting about the transport. Several were destroyed before they even made it completely out of the water, and the others struggled forward, limping across craters on the abandoned beach. Cops with guns and more stood behind shield walls on the shore, waiting for them.

Horus remembered bits and pieces. He remembered throwing one of the shuttles at the shield wall to break a hole in it. He remembered pushing through and wielding Shock Treatment as a taser, swinging the opossum around.

And in the distance, he remembered others. Giltadoa’s powers making the police line break as they lost sight of what they were supposed to be doing, Dark Storm’s mists pushing through and hiding others, the herd of General Victorious charging up the center.

And there were losses.

Many…many losses.

When they were free of the beachhead, they kept moving. Through the streets, into the subway, taking over busses, pushing, pushing, and pushing to get away from the police. Horus and a few others pushed through on different paths, leaving the army of villains behind them and seeking their own place, while the mass of the escapees stayed together for the strength of numbers.

He didn’t know what happened to the army. The world was a blur for…god, he didn’t know how long.

Finally, they stopped. He, Shock Treatment, and Shadowclaw had run together, and they finally stopped in an alley behind a condemned apartment building. They leaned against the brickwork, slumping down bit by bit. Horus’s golden jockstrap and powers faded from him finally, leaving him completely naked once more, just like the other two. Shadowclaw was still just out of sight, but more because he was hiding behind a dumpster than because he was using his powers.

As Shock Treatment slumped over the stallion’s lap, tongue hanging out of his mouth and whimpering quietly, Horus tilted his head back. The sound of helicopters was fading away into the distance, and there were no more sirens or shouts in the nearby vicinity. Sounded like they’d finally lost their pursuers, at least until they could start pulling more supers in to chase them with other powers.

“Nnngh…” Horus stretched his legs, feeling the burning in his muscles. “We shouldn’t be in the open.”

“No, but let us – ah – let us just have a moment…to catch our breath,” Shadowclaw panted. “I haven’t run like that…in so long…”

“We’re still exposed.”

“Not so badly…as you think…” the cat said. “Just…a moment. A minute. Just a minute to breathe.”

“…One minute.”

Then they’d have to do something. Break into the building, probably. They needed cover, and that meant being either inside or underground. If he’d been thinking about it, he would have taken one of the subway ramps and gone to the train tunnels. It wouldn’t have had much in the way of resources down there, but they would have been damn near impossible to find. The darkness would have suited Shadowclaw perfectly, and he imagined that they could have used Shock Treatment to find their way via the electrical lines to where they needed to go.

But it was too late for that, now. They had to make do with what they could get on the surface.

He groaned as he felt every muscle burning in his legs, his heart hammering against his ribs and feeling like it was going to break its way out of his chest if he pushed himself much more. Gods, he’d never had to run like that before. Fight, yes. Take a beating, yes. But there was a huge difference between fighting for his life and just…running.

Running was harder.

Running took longer.

A minute passed, and he forced himself to get to his feet. Shock Treatment rolled off his legs, landing face-up on the pavement and gasping for breath. Shaking his head, the stallion turned to the apartment building.

Condemned it might have been, but the walls were still standing, and though some of the windows were broken out and it clearly had seen much better days, he imagined that it would be safe enough for a night. It would cut the wind and keep them from being as visible to anyone going down the alleys.

And best of all, the door was only barely locked. He wasn’t sure that he could have channeled any more of his powers to break it down.

Click.

“Come on,” he muttered, stepping inside.

Shadowclaw followed eventually, dragging Shock Treatment along. They explored for a few minutes, decided against risking the upper floors, and settled into the kitchen on the first floor instead. The door was still vaguely standing in the doorframe, and Horus adjusted it until it looked more or less like nobody had used it.

As soon as he sat down, Shadowclaw dropped his stealth powers again. The panther appeared briefly against the counters across the kitchen, and Horus averted his eyes once more.

“…I still cannot thank you enough for that,” the panther muttered. “Nobody else seems to understand.”

“It’s not that hard.”

“I know. But I still…appreciate it.”

“Breed soon?”

Horus bit off a chuckle at the opossum’s question. As painful as the ‘breeding’ had been before, it was just such a stupid question, such an out-of-place thing, that it was hard not to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it.

He managed, though. He didn’t want to hurt the little villain. He didn’t even know why he had a soft spot for the opossum. Maybe all the electricity really had fried his brain a bit in regards to the little man, but there was something cute about him, something that he wanted to protect and take care of.

He didn’t get it, but he went with it.

“Soon,” he said.

“What do we do after that?” Shadowclaw asked. “I imagine that you should have a plan, yes?”

“Less of a plan and more of a hope,” the stallion admitted, pulling one leg against his chest as he sat on the dusty tiled floor. “I want to find a way to clear my name, eventually, but for now…all I want to do is survive.”

“I see.”

“If you don’t think that’s glamorous enough for you, you can leave,” Horus said. “I can’t keep you here.”

“Heh, obviously,” the cat said, shaking his head. “But what are my other options, really? To spend my time as a shadow in the city? To be a thief once more? To know that there is competition out there, and that there are others that would seek my obliteration? Oh, Mafia has used me, but I hardly think that he bears me any gratitude. And my…mercenary nature does not endear me to him.”

“And you think it’d endear you to me?”

“I…do not feel the need to be paid by you. Or at least…perhaps not as often,” Shadowclaw said.

“…That almost sounds like –”

“Don’t bother with labels around me, hmm? I don’t think it suits either of us.”

Horus chuckled. That was putting it lightly; he doubted that labels would suit any of them before long, considering the weird place that they occupied between heroes, villains, good, and evil. They were going to be very different to what the city was used to, but maybe that was a good thing. Maybe the clear line of light and dark needed to be muddied just a bit to make it clear that things weren’t that clear and clean.

Another little zap to his thigh pulled him back from that thought. Shock Treatment looked up at him.

“Breeding time?”

“…You know what, sure.”

It wasn’t going to be that bad if he just let it happen or, better still, went with it. As the opossum giggled, grinned, and clapped his hands, Horus turned his gaze vaguely towards Shadowclaw.

“Do you want in, as well?”

“You’re offering?”

“He’ll be using my pussy. I…have two other holes…if you want.”

“…Such a shift.”

“Do you want to join or not?”

“Oh, I will happily allow you to use your mouth again.”

“Mmmph…”

“Do you feel up to kissing my ass a little bit?”

“You’re asking?”

“Well, I could just sit on your face, but –”

“Just…get your ass over here.”

His cheeks were on fire as he got on his hands and knees. The opossum’s hands were quick to grab his ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and the familiar small cock pressed between his thighs, rubbing up along his legs and nudging against his pussy. He pulled his balls forward just to keep them from getting bumped by the overenthusiastic thrusting from behind, and –

“Hsss…not…not so much of that,” he muttered.

“Breeding, though. Make you cum, make good.”

“Just once…no shocks? Please?”

“…Okay. For breeder. This time. This time.”

Nodding his thanks, he heard Shadowclaw walking over. He closed his eyes tightly, giving the cat time to get closer. Soon enough, he smelled the thick musk of sweaty cheeks and the slightly bitter smell that always clung to someone’s ass. Horus grunted, a tingle of pleasure running down his back that had nothing to do with Shock Treatment and everything to do with what he had been trained to enjoy. Breathing in, breathing out, taking in that sweaty, slightly swampy musk that had been building up from the run, and –

The cheeks spread around either side of his face, pulling him in and drowning him between the feline’s ass cheeks. He kept his eyes closed, and he could just barely hear Shadowclaw huffing, and more, feel the soft thup-thup of the panther jerking himself off.

“Mmmph…lick it…”

“Mmmph…”

Horus did as he was asked, only to huff as Shock Treatment finally managed to plunge between his legs. Taken from behind and rammed between a pair of sweaty ass cheeks: it was something that he never would have allowed before he was sent to prison, but now? Now, he was doing it willingly, and…

And his cock…

His cock was harder than it had been for a long time. It wasn’t forced, it wasn’t being chemically pushed up, it wasn’t being stimmed by electricity to humiliate him. It was just rock hard from being penetrated by a little e-stim opossum and being pinned by a sweaty panther ass. His pussy clenched hard around Shock Treatment’s cock, and his eyes rolled back as he was pushed deeper between the cheeks with each thrust.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

The two villains used him, and he took to being used with more of a will than he expected. He stuck out his tongue, dragging it between the panther’s ass cheeks, working it from the back of that heavy sac all the way to that waiting pucker. It gave before his tongue with ease, just like it had given before his cock before, and he huffed as he got that thick, bitter-salty taste back there.

“Mmmph, yeah…dig in, hero…show me…show me how much you like it…”

Even though Shadowclaw was on top, the feline’s voice quivered, clearly enjoying the feeling of having a tongue back there. Whatever smugness Horus might have felt was knocked out of him with each thrust from behind, pushing him forward as the opossum leaned over his back and huffed against his neck.

“Nnngh. Ah ah ah ah!”

The soft grunts and huffs and whimpers from the little guy were…surprisingly sensual, and he knew that Shock Treatment had completely lost himself to the humping and ‘breeding.’ He blushed a bit at the idea of the small creature eventually managing to impregnate him, but…well, if it happened…

He put it out of his head, focusing on just doing what he needed to do. Pleasurable as it was – and it was very pleasurable, enough to have his dick sticking straight forward under him and to have his pussy drooling over the backs of his balls – he needed them happy. He needed them to be happy with him…because that would make him happy, too.

Thrust.

Lick.

Suck.

Kiss.

Hump.

They moved together, awkwardly, but nonetheless with more pleasure than any of them expected. They ground, slid, pressed together, and they huffed and panted. Little bits of whispered teases continued to fly between them, but it didn’t go anywhere until –

“NNNGH!”

Shock Treatment arched his back and came, and the heated shots went deep. A phantom orgasm rippled through Horus, not enough to take him over the edge, but enough to get him pretty damn close. He shivered, letting each blast take him closer and closer to the edge, before the exhausted opossum fell off him and hit the ground with a quiet thump.

He and Shadowclaw paused, only for the panther’s ass cheeks to side off his face. Horus started to stay something –

“Quiet. It’s your turn.”

“My –”

“On your back; I will ride you, now.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: And it comes time to escape the prison, and find out what they will do in the future.

Tags: M/M/H, Opossum, Stallion, Vaginal, Rimming, Erection, Supers, Shocks, Escape, Epilogue, Orgasm, Cum,