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

Chapter 9

For Mizzukat

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

With his conditions met, Horus waited. When the time came, they’d have to move quickly, though what the plan was once they got out of the cells, he didn’t know, and after twenty-four hours passed and nobody said anything, he couldn't help but worry.

He slumped against the cell wall, one leg against his chest, the other extended toward the far wall. Shadowclaw’s presence was nearby, he could tell, but he couldn’t actually [i]see[/i] the other male at that moment. He took a deep breath, trying to puzzle out what Mafia’s plan would be.

[i]Throw me into one of the Prism Gates immediately? Or would we wait until we’re closer to save energy?[/i]

Both of them had their advantages. If he was super-charged from the start with light, then anything between them and the Warden’s office would be easy to deal with. The guards might have power, but as Horus, he was something beyond any of them. And with the sabotage that they were planning on, the other prisoners would be able to use their powers more freely, as well. It would still be a fight, but it wouldn’t be as bad.

At the same time, it would mean exposing the plan to Dark Storm and Shock Treatment early, and they’d be on-watch for any sort of treachery. Which was its own problem.

On the other hand, starting weak meant that it would be harder to get to the Warden’s office, and it was more likely that they would fail. Without his power, they didn’t have the same number of heavy hitters, and it’d be about an even chance of anyone caught in the open being overwhelmed. But once they got there, he’d be able to flex without fear, and he’d still have most of the light charge.

[i]Ugh…Mafia, I hope that you have a good plan in mind,[/i] he thought. [i]And I still don’t know what we’re going to do when we get there.[/i]

After all, General Victorious would need time to actually fuck the Warden into submission, and that was if he wasn’t resistant to the bull’s powers. If he was, then they were shit out of luck keeping him as a willing hostage. And he somehow doubted that Dark Storm or Shock Treatment would give the General time to actually get the crocodile broken in properly.

“You’re thinking a lot,” Shadowclaw said.

“Mmm…”

“What are you thinking about, hmm?”

“Things that aren’t my place to talk about.”

“Mmmm, then I have an idea,” the semi-invisible panther said. “For now, why don’t you close your eyes?”

“Why? Need another blowjob?” the horse muttered.

“I would not say no. And besides, I’ve seen the way you are in bed. The more that you get to do, the less that you have to think.”

“…I hate how right you are about that,” Horus muttered under his breath, rubbing his face.

It was something that he’d come to learn about himself, rather unwillingly, since coming to the prison. He’d never had that much sex outside it, but with the villains, and the Warden, he’d come to learn a lot. Such as the fact that he liked having it because it made his brain just shut off, sometimes. Even under the darkest of situations, whether he was being ‘bred’ by the crocodile or being warped and shocked hard by the opossum, he didn’t have to think. He could just…shut down and be used, and there was a comfort in that. Particularly when his brain was running a mile a minute.

He rubbed his forehead as he imagined what things would be like outside the prison. Learning to wear clothes again would be a thing; he hadn’t needed to put anything on while in the prison, and it had been…liberating, in a way. He wondered if it would feel the same out there. Probably not, but perhaps.

And then the casual sex.

His pussy clenched weakly at the thought, and he imagined how he would feel without the easy access to all the partners that he’d come to have here. Well, ‘partners’ was stretching it just a bit, considering what they did to him, but –

Nudge. Nudge.

“Not right now,” he muttered, turning away from the vaguely phallic pressure against his cheek.

“As you wish, but I do not believe I owe you anything at the moment.”

“…I can’t tell if that’s a threat or an offer.”

“Merely an observation. After all, my services go a long way, and it helps to have someone keeping an eye out, does it not?”

Horus resisted the urge to look at the source of the voice. Even now, he knew that it pained Shadowclaw in some way to be stared at, and he didn’t want to offend his erstwhile ally. Even with all that Mafia and the others were doing to break out of prison, he felt closer to the panther, and felt that there was something more equal there than he had with the other villains. For all that the panther was a hedonistic tease, he was honest about everything, and that made a huge difference.

“Just…follow me, when the time comes, okay?” he said. “Follow me, and it’ll all make sense.”

“Hmmm, is that an invitation to some trouble?”

“It’s something.”

“Hmm-hmmm.”

He didn’t say anything more. For that matter, he couldn’t say anything more; the butt plugs that all the prisoners wore kept them from having any secrets. Many microphones were always transmitting something to the bosses of the prison, and he doubted that there was any easy way to deal with that outside of the master-key that he’d given to Mafia. He had to keep quiet, even though he [i]wanted[/i] to talk about this.

The horse sighed again, thumping his head against the cell wall. Twenty-four of the thirty hours were gone. They still had six hours to go before Mafia’s plan kicked off, and he still didn’t know what it was. Oh, he knew how it was supposed to end – him getting the Warden, the villains escaping, all that jazz – but he didn’t know how they were supposed to get there. He just hoped that they could figure it out as they went.

“Hmmm. A thought occurs to me,” Shadowclaw said.

“What’s that?”

“This is all, of course, pie in the sky thinking. A little bit of creamy fantasies for this one. But perhaps they could become real, one day.”

“What are you talking about?” Horus muttered, his eyes closed.

“Just thoughts of this system being quite…violating. And perhaps the system should be violated in turn, one day.”

He stiffened. Not much, but a little bit. The panther continued.

“After all, one does gain quite a bit of control through, heh, violation. Particularly if one violates someone, or something, in just the right way. I’m sure that we’ve both thought about this, considering who we talk to.”

[i]Do you know? Were you listening?[/i]

He hadn’t seen the panther downstairs, but he was starting to wonder. Shadowclaw’s stealthy abilities were strong, strong enough that he was able to wander about the prison in a way that nobody else really could. Horus didn’t know just how far the other man had gone, but clearly, he’d picked up on something.

“Of course, such a [i]shocking[/i] or [i]stormy[/i] moment is not without risk, but such a [i]violating[/i] moment could lead to [i]victory,[/i] at least, in my way of thinking. Do you think it could?”

“…I think that it’s possible, yeah. But it’s just pie in the sky thinking.”

“Mmmm, isn’t it just?”

[i]Oh, you know. You know a whole lot more than you’re saying, and if Mafia finds out that his plan is spread around to anyone…[/i]

Yet, despite his own shock at the situation, Horus couldn’t help but feel a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. There was someone else that knew about the situation, and if that was the case –

“I imagine that there’s some fear that the system could find out, but I doubt that anyone has that level of reach. Not when they break their promises all over the place.”

“…Good to know,” Horus muttered.

“We both agree that promises should be kept, don’t we?”

“Yeah…yeah, we do.”

He closed his eyes again. Things had changed, but not by as much as he had feared. He didn’t have to talk about the arrangement, then; Shadowclaw already knew, or at least, knew enough to be able to follow along. So long as nothing else slipped, they had a chance.

#

Three hours before time, Dark Storm rapped a talon against his cell door. Horus opened one eye and looked sideways.

“Take a walk. Second floor from the bottom.”

He nodded. Different cell, then. That was…new. He waited for the raven to walk away, giving him some distance before getting to his feet. Rolling his head from one side to the other, he left the cell. Nobody bothered him this time. Either due to the Warden’s interest in him or the way that he had already worked with Mafia, he was getting a pass.

Down.

Down.

Down.

Eventually, he reached the floor just over the bottom, and the rest of the inmates pulled away. He walked down the line of cells until he smelled the familiar musk that clung to the villainous boar, and he turned into the cell without breaking stride. If any cameras were watching – and he doubted that any were down here, due to the way that the butt plugs gave all the information to the prison security that they needed – he just looked like he was paying someone a visit.

Sure enough, Mafia was there, the naked boar leaning back against the cell wall with the master-key in hand, but there was someone else, too. Horus didn’t recognize the new guy, some sort of tall, thick-shouldered hybrid creature with black and red markings down his back and along his sides, with a thicker sort of gut and slimy-looking scale flesh. He arched an eyebrow, glancing back at Mafia.

There was no answer. Instead, Mafia gestured to the stallion’s rump, and Horus turned to face toward him. The boar waved the key around the butt plug, and he felt the little hum that meant that it had been shifted to a different mode.

“What’s going on? Who’s this?” he muttered.

“This is our ace in the hole,” Mafia said. “Have you ever heard of an individual named Giltadoa?”

“Can’t say I have,” Horus said.

“Then that is all for the better. Suffice to say, our good friend here is a man of many talent, a super whose genes have been tweaked to have several powers at once. While most of them are hardly something to be concerned about, one of them will be the key to getting out of here.”

“And that is –”

“Mind control, kid,” Giltadoa said, shrugging. “I can control minds. And not in that shitty way that the opossum you got with you can do. I can actually get in there and they think they’re doing what I want.”

“…How?”

“Depends on how we want to do it. I ooze drugged sweat, I got horny venom, and I got hypno-eyes,” the hybrid said, gesturing at his face. “Any and all of ‘em could do the job, but I’m guessing that you don’t got a lot of time.”

“We will not, no,” Mafia said.

“Then that’ll be the eyes, then. Fuck.”

“I will personally ensure that you get all the painkillers you need once we’re out of here and back to freedom.”

“You’d fucking better.”

“Good, good. Now, Mare.” Mafia turned to him. “You remember what we talked about before?”

Horus nodded.

“Good, good. Your job will be to get Giltadoa to the Warden. Once he gets into the office, all we have to do is keep the door shut. The others will be along shortly, I have little doubt, but Giltadoa can handle the Warden. All you have to do is make sure that Dark Storm and Shock Treatment don’t kill him.”

“That’s a tall order.”

“It is what we have to do, sadly,” the boar said, shrugging. “And I believe that you’re the only one in the ranks that can manage it.”

“…I’ll do what I can. How do we get there?”

“That is where things come apart a bit, unfortunately. There are no maps that I can find of the side hallways that you mentioned, and that means that we will have to explore. And we will have precious little time for that, either; they will be after us minutes after we leave the cell block –”

“That’s optimistic,” Giltadoa muttered.

“Perhaps, but that is all I can be optimistic about at the moment,” Mafia said. “But it is the best chance we have. We find one of the side hallways, we get in, and we keep moving. Likely, we will end up splitting up; I will take some of the villains down one path, while you and my three…underlings…will split up and find your own way through. I have little doubt that our problem children will team up, and General Victorious will take his herd where he wishes. But you…you’ll have to take Giltadoa with you.

“We will provide as much cover and chaos as we can, but you will have to find your way to the Warden’s office on your own. That’s as much as I have been able to figure –”

“Hmmm, now isn’t this an interesting conversation?”

Horus, Mafia, and Giltadoa all froze in unison. The other two whipped their heads around, trying to find the source of the sound, but Horus already knew.

Shadowclaw.

He’d been followed.

“I believe that we have something to discuss, then. And something quite vital, from the sounds of it.”

“I don’t believe that you were invited to this conversation, mercenary,” Mafia said. “Why don’t you take a walk?”

“Ah, but would you really dare let someone like me leave? Besides, I like living, and I doubt that I’d live for very long, even disguised as I am…”

Mafia still hadn’t figured out where the source of the voice was, as far as Horus could tell. The boar wasn’t whipping his head around – he was too dignified for that – but his ears were flicking this way and that, trying to pin down the source. Giltadoa had already stood up straighter, his arms dropped to his sides and his fists clenched.

“We already agreed,” Horus muttered. “He’s coming.”

“He’s a mercenary.”

“You agreed to the terms.”

“And now he’s here, snooping, despite not being invited. You think that this paints a good picture for him, Mare?”

“I believe it paints a very good picture for our good stallion, considering that he is keeping his word. Something that I feel that you would be struggling with, oh boar of boundless plots.”

“…”

“Now, tell me. Am I still allowed to tag along, or am I going to be left behind? Or killed, perchance, by people too fearful to let me live?”

“You –”

“Let him come along, or I’m not helping,” Horus said.

Mafia and Giltadoa turned to him. The latter’s face was twisted up in annoyance, but Mafia’s was something else. Something darker, something closer to fury. It was the face of someone that was already pissed off and needing a target.

Horus didn’t back down. Instead, he crossed his own arms, taking a deep breath before letting it out. This was the key point. Shadowclaw had even gone far enough to say it. It was important for someone to keep their promises, and he had to keep his. He’d pushed for the panther to come along, made the deal, and he wasn’t going to back down just because there was a moment of uncertainty now.

“He’s coming. Or I’m not helping.”

“…I do not like this,” Mafia said.

“Join the club. I’ve hated every last second of this, but I’m working with you because it’s the right thing to do right now. I don’t want to be in this situation, but right now, it’s the only choice we have.”

“…I hate this. But…fine.”

“Good, good,” the panther said, clearly in a different space, clearly whispering from another part of the cell. “I’m glad that we can all be reasonable. But let me make something clear for you.”

“And what’s that, you ghoul?” Giltadoa asked.

“A little reassurance. For I can hear that you only hope that this will work. You see, the Warden fears our hybrid here. He fears him greatly. He has paid me, many a time, to see to it that anything that our hypnotic ally here does is reported directly to him.”

“You backstabbing little –”

“Because he knows that even the little bit of slime that drips from Giltadoa’s hands and feet will be enough to break him. He is hardly the straight man that he pretends to be, or the breeding stud that he would like to be. Our Warden has many secret fantasies, some of them far easier to play on than others.”

“…And what are they?” Mafia asked.

“Mmm, I’ll tell you when we get to the office.”

“You’re sure we can get there?” Horus asked.

“Oh, very much so. After all, how do you think I find my way through the prison without anyone noticing?”

“You –”

“I’ll take that,” Horus said. “Thank you, Shadowclaw.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Thank me when we’re out of here. And Mafia? Do remember that I will be working with you only as long as I’m sure that you’re going to win. Don’t make any mistakes, now.”

They didn’t say anything. Horus heard the softest of footfalls, his ears twitching as he waited for them to fade away. As soon as he couldn’t hear them over the noise of the prison any longer, he turned back to the other two.

“Well, that solves that problem.”

“How the hell does that solve anything? What if his butt plug was still active?” Giltadoa asked. “What if they know?”

“If anyone here can sneak around without being heard or seen, it will be him,” Mafia muttered, rubbing his forehead. “And as much as I hate to admit it, that does solve our biggest problem. Provided that he’s telling the truth, at any rate.”

“I believe he is,” Horus said.

“I’d ask why you think that, but we don’t have time. We still have one more thing to deal with.” Mafia nodded at Giltadoa. “Touch him.”

“...What?”

“It’s one more assurance for me and the others. Touch him.”

“…Where?”

“Sole would be best, I imagine?” the boar asked the toad-gila monster hybrid.

“Yeah, probably.”

Horus was still lost, at sea for what they could mean until the taller prisoner sat down again. As Giltadoa extended one leg, showing off a sole that was narrow at the heel and broader than his hoof toward the webbed toes, he saw slime running down the underside. It was thick and semi-transparent, looking like an ooze that had been picked up in the swamps. For a moment, he sputtered, but then he breathed in –

His head tingled, everything going slightly limp from head to toe. The stallion covered his mouth and nose, huffing through his fingers, coughing as he cleared his lungs.

“The hell…”

“Told ya. The slime that comes out of me is pretty drugged. Your boss here wants to make sure that you do what you’re told, so you’re getting a dose now. It’ll fuck ya up for an hour or two, but the commands’ll stick.”

He stared at the hybrid’s foot. The sheer sliminess along the bottom promised that it would be like pressing against muck, as if he had just ground his face into the mud after a rainstorm. The sheer wetness looked…almost foul, though it wasn’t as dirty as some of the things that he had seen in the prison.

Not quite, at least.

He glanced at Mafia, asking with a glance if this was necessary. The boar stared back, his expression stony and firm.

[i]This is what I get for standing up for others…[/i]

Gritting his teeth, the stallion slowly lowered himself to his knees before crawling over to the seated hybrid. He took the other man’s foot in hand, holding it by the heel and ankle as he stared at the sole. Even breathing through his mouth, he could taste the scent: heavy, thick, musky and salty, with a sour-bitter twist through the whole thing. Just one breath had his head spinning, the chemicals that were in the slime already affecting him just by scent-taste. What would it do to him once he consumed it?

Well, he was about to find out.

With one last grimace, he stuck out his tongue and dragged it from the heel to the toes. From the first contact with the slime, he felt his body start to relax. It was like a wave of tiredness and happiness all at once, running through him from the top of his head down to his hooves. It was like a spring shower down his nervous system, making every muscle lose tension, even the tension that he didn’t know he had.

By the time his tongue hit the webbed toes, Horus wobbled where he knelt, his head rolling back and his eyes half-closed. His breath came in soft pants, a tingling heat lingering at the back of his throat.

“Swallow,” Giltadoa said.

He did, the urge to do so hitting him without thinking. It must have been purely chemical, since the hybrid’s powers were suppressed on this level. He tilted his head back, swallowed –

“Mmmm…”

And the heat spread down his throat and down his spine, a warmth that was almost like the feeling of a mouth going down his cock. Except that the warmth was spread across his entire body, going down his stomach, over his thighs, between his legs –

“Mmmph…mmm…”

“Yeah, it’s hitting him pretty good,” the hybrid said, fanning his hand across his face. “Fragrant fuck, isn’t he?”

“Well, he’s got both,” Mafia said, the boar’s voice background to the stallion.

“Yeah, well, he’s got more to go. Lick.”

Another command, another reaction that he couldn’t stop. The stallion dragged his tongue along the bottom of that slimy sole again, going from the heel to the toes. Once more, the numbness and relaxation hit him, the promise of heat right there in the back of his throat, and his cock twitched and throbbed idly. No hardness, just arousal, just need, and a slow drip, drip, drip that did nothing to ease his –

“Swallow.”

Again, he swallowed, and again, the heat hit him. A warmth spread under his skin, enough to make him start sweating across his chest, down his back, beneath his arms and tail and everywhere else. It was like a dull warmth that just made him feel good, good, good, wanting more of the feeling as it got stronger and stronger around him.

Lick.

Swallow.

Lick.

Swallow.

The process continued, and each time, he fell deeper and deeper into the happy, horny, and utterly [i]relaxed[/i] state that the goo was putting him into. Within four licks, he barely remembered what he was doing, and in five, he knew that he just had to lick and swallow. Lick and swallow. Lick and swallow.

When he was no longer able to see anything but that foot and feel his own cock, something echoed in his ear. Something like –

[b]Stop.[/b]

He froze in place. The foot disappeared, and a blur of shimmering black and red hovered before him. He could barely see it, but it felt majestic, strong and mighty and worthy of obeying. His head rolled from one side to the other, his mouth hanging open –

[b]You will do as you are told.[/b]

“I will do…what I am told…”

[b]When you leave gen-pop, you will do what Giltadoa tells you.[/b]

“When I leave…gen-pop…I will do…what Giltadoa tells me.”

[b]You will obey.[/b]

“I will…obey…”

[b]You will be happy.[/b]

“I will be…happy…”

[b]Cum and sleep.[/b]

The stallion spasmed, his entire body shaking as he lost control to the sheer power over his mind and body. The sudden spike of pleasure ran right up his spine, rippling out from his pussy and his prostate, and he felt a sudden wash of heat between his legs, his juices splattering over everything before he conked out.

#

He woke in his cell, his vision blurry as he stared up at the ceiling. Horus groaned, shaking his head as he rested one hand against his forehead.

“Ugh…”

“Mmm, it is always an experience, isn’t it? Tasting the forbidden fruit?” Shadowclaw asked.

“Nnngh…How long…”

“Three hours.”

Two hours. That meant that they still had one hour left before they were due to try and make their escape. One hour wasn’t much time, but he had a horrible feeling that it would seem like days while they waited for the right moment. Grunting under his breath, he forced his legs off the side of the bed and made himself sit up. The blankets under him clung to his thighs and his groin, and he could only imagine the slime that had dried there. He had just enough of a vague memory of what had happened at the end of his time with the damn hybrid to know why it was doing it, too, and the embarrassment of cumming under someone else’s foot was enough to burn his cheeks.

“I can’t believe I did that,” he muttered.

“Mmm, it happens. The necessities of prison, after all. Sometimes, you must bow down to others.”

Perhaps, but that didn’t mean that he had to like it. That said, he imagined that was why they had made him cum: forcing him to feel the pleasure with his obedience only added to the humiliation.

But more than that, it had been Mafia making a point. Horus had stood up for Shadowclaw and shown that he wouldn’t be just another tool in the other man’s repertoire. Mafia, in turn, had to show that he was still in charge, because that was the kind of man he was. He was very, very good at keeping order among his subordinates, but direct insubordination was something that the boar would never be able to tolerate. One person breaking free would mean all the others would do the same.

And as much as he hated to admit it, he needed Mafia just as much as Mafia needed him. As much as the boar required the stallion’s assistance to get Giltadoa to the Warden, Horus needed the villain’s help to get off the island prison.

[i]Once we’re out, though…[/i]

That was where the fun started. He doubted that he’d ever be able to get the heroes to take him back, or the city to believe that he was innocent of everything that had happened. He’d had too much faith in the system back then, and too much belief in his own guilt; he’d let everything slide out of his control, and that had left him locked up with everyone thinking that he was nothing more than a murderer. From now on, he had to take more direct control of himself, and his situation.

But how he’d do that –

Later, he decided. Later, when he was outside the walls of the prison, when he knew what would happen with Maxson, and when he knew how much of a problem Mafia was going to be for him. At the very least, he was going to have to fight Shock Treatment and Dark Storm later, and he needed to figure out a way to do that when they both had their powers.

Because they would. Everyone would.

Horus leaned forward, covering his face with his hands as he huffed through his fingers. This was a nightmare. Now that they were here, now that they were about to break out of the biggest, most secure prison on the face of the earth, he couldn’t stop thinking of everything that could go wrong. The alliance between the villains was fragile at best, and he could only imagine the little alliances that each of Mafia’s lieutenants had under them. General Victorious had his herd, Shock Treatment has his lovers, and Dark Storm doubtlessly had some devotees of his own hidden in the ranks. It was a feudal relationship that was doubtlessly going to strip over half of Mafia’s supporters from him once the split happened.

And it would happen. As soon as they reached the Warden’s office, if not sooner, it would happen.

[i]I’ll have to fight fast,[/i] Horus thought, looking down at his fingers. [i]The faster I win, the more of a solid core of supporters we keep. A quick win makes Shock Treatment and Dark Storm look weak, us look strong, and makes our point for us. If I take too long, then it won’t matter if I win; their supporters will keep fighting anyway.[/i]

And for all the torture that the opossum had put him through, he didn’t want to make it worse on the little guy. Shock Treatment had his problems – a lot of them – but he didn’t deserve to be a punching back.

[i]God, how am I going to figure this out?[/i]

Nudge, nudge.

“Not now,” he muttered, pushing the invisible feline cock away.

“Your call.”

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

Summary: Horace/Horus has a final meeting about getting out of prison, and ends up having to make a case for one of the other prisoners to make sure that he pays off a bit of a debt.

Tags: M/H, Stallion, Herm, Toad, Gila Monster, Hybrid, Boar, Panther, Various Species, Foot Fetish, Slime, Drugs, Hypnosis, Corruption, Superheroes, Super Villains, Prison, Series, Naked, Nudity, Butt Plug, Orgasm, Cum,