Brother Swapping 4
Our hero shall discover some people deserve to live here
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Brother Swapping 4
Our hero shall discover some people deserve to live here
“Are you ready, Meero?”
The Dragon raised his eyes, finding Keyun. The Deer had his hands on his hips and smiled, looking chuffed. Meero frowned. He wasn’t sure he had had any moment with the Deer.
“You are my guide?”
“Esthor asked me to. I would have preferred to stay with my favorite,” he replied, stroking his chin. “But if I have a moment with your ass, I can make do.”
“Ugh…” mumbled Meero, rolling his eyes and standing up.
He slid his feet in the flip-flops Esthor had given him and stood up.
“Should we get something before leaving?”
“Esthor told me you need to leave as soon as possible tonight. So… Nothing. Let’s go.”
The Dragon nodded, and they were outside.
In the middle of the night, the compound almost looked like a beacon in the obscurity. The sounds were loud enough to be heard from outside, and the entire building could have been shaking; Meero wouldn’t have been surprised.
Then, he turned, looking at the Deer thanks to the projected lights.
“No regrets now. We need to leave. And we need to do it fast.”
“Lead, I’ll follow you,” said Meero, though he wasn’t certain.
Outside in the night, the prison was much colder. That was the first detail that struck Meero, followed then by the lack of outside light.
Every speck of light came from the shanty houses lining the main path. If at first, the Dragon and the Deer had to stumble in the dark, they quickly found themselves following the main alleys that had, much to the Dragon’s surprise, people roaming them.
Not a crowd. But faces they could see as they walked, following the direction to C30.
“People outside? Who are they?”
“Messengers? Delivery? Assassins? Better not to ask. Those guys are working in the dark,” commented Keyun as they walked, watching over their shoulders. But no one followed them… Or if they did, they hid well.
“How do you keep the lights up? Shouldn’t there be a sort of curfew?”
“That curfew means nothing. You noticed it at the compound.”
“Yes,” said Meero, noticing how it’d been hard to sleep on the first night.
“Someone found a way to access the prison’s main grid. They searched for who could do that, but ever since, they have not been able to cut the electricity. But they found a solution.”
“What?”
“Night shift at the factory,” said Keyun, his fingers behind him.
“Oh… But what’s the factory? I saw it but… Why would a Prison need a factory?”
That was when Keyun turned and pointed toward the compound while walking backward.
“It’s a place for menial work. But that’s where we buy everything.”
“Everything?”
“Wood. Furniture. Computers. IT equipment.”
“Wait. What? IT equipment? In a prison?”
“Yeah, crazy? We have a few gangs buying IT equipment or even former implants.”
“That’s why you had some stored? To sell them.”
“Yeah,” nodded Keyun. “They are not cheap to buy. But we have more manpower, we can buy in bulk and resell. And what we can’t use, we throw it away so the Edge can use it.”
“That’s…”
Meero frowned. That place was definitely looking like its own ecosystem, but wrong. Since they had to walk with little to do, Keyun explained a few things. For example, the ‘Hole’ was a place where people hiding from the Guards lived. Yet, it was a place of information exchange. It also had labs that produced drugs. Drugs, antiseptics, and medical supplies.
Similarly, the women’s districts had brothels for Men’s pleasure or for mere affection.
“The more you explain about this place, the more I’m curious how Allocer let this place go to shit like this.”
“That’s the gist. They don’t care. Sometimes, they’ll ask a prisoner’s name so they can get out. But so long as you don’t die, they give no shit. You can smoke, drink, get drugs, even fuck. I even heard there was a real kid before they forced all women to have contraceptive implants. The shit was so wild before.”
“It is still wild,” mumbled Meero as he looked around.
There were definitely some variations. While the markets and the edge were like the worst shanty houses that existed… There were some neighborhoods with houses that were not made of cardboard and hope. Concrete, with a sense of community and organization, with people on the lookout. Locals protecting their fellows.
“Tell me. You even have private communities?”
“You were in one.”
“I mean. Like houses separated. Gardens,” continued Meero, avoiding a snarling snake.
“What? You really think that? It’s a prison, not a paradise.”
“I… yeah,” mumbled Meero, shaking his head. “I’m just so surprised you’d say there is an implant traffic here, I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“There is an implant traffic, though.”
“Wait… What?”
Keyun nudged Meero with his elbow.
“What was your thing about ‘Not being surprised’?”
“I didn’t mean it seriously. Implant trafficking? But… How can Esthor not get it?”
“Because you need to be a good friend with the guards or have a good med-tech, real good,” said Keyun, shaking his head. “You tried to disconnect your arm?”
“What? No. Should I?” asked Meero, reaching for his arm.
But Keyun intervened, putting his hand on Meero’s shoulder.
“Idiot, don’t do that,” huffed the Deer.
“What? Why?”
That was then Keyun huffed, passing a hand on his forehead.
“Damnit. You don’t know about the software checks?”
Now, Meero was flustered, tensing up.
“No… I had a techie to check that for me every other week.”
“Every other week? Fuck! I had to wait two years between check-ups.”
“I… Am a particular case.”
“Fuck yes, you are. You look so prim with that corpo-quality stuff.”
“No, really,” answered Meero, pushing Keyun as he poked his abs and arms. “I am a special case. Brittle bone disease. I should’ve died, but they tested a new type of implant for my bones. So…. Now. I’m a live-in test subject for Rechtech.”
“They didn’t fight you ending up in Allocer? They could have kept you in their labs.”
“They don’t do that,” said Meero, shaking his head. “But what’s the problem if I remove my arm and put it back?”
“Your arm becomes a dead weight,” replied Keyun.
“No shit?”
“Truth. Even with his stump, Esthor can’t just plug an arm back, too. Whatever virus they forced on us, it locks from getting new implants unless you have a check with their med-tech.”
“… Fleshie.”
“Good, you remember him! And sure as hell, Esthor won’t have another run with that guy.”
“I get him.”
Keyun raised an eyebrow at the remark. Yet he nodded solemnly while their path continued ahead, following the same road…
Sometimes, they’d see what looked like an open eatery. An oddity, but Keyun affirmed those places were safe. They’d be burned down if they were not safe.
“We’re all criminals here. But nobody likes if shit happens to us. So we count on our rep.”
“Like honor or something?”
“No, reputation,” said Keyun. “It’s a small world here. Like. See my tattoo?”
“Yeah?” replied Meero, though checking the skull and spear tat.
“If I want, I can buy something from another gang by showing it. And then, they send someone to trade something from the Steadfast.”
“What if someone gets the tattoo and abuses it?”
“We search for that person. Or we tell the other gangs to break that guy’s legs before we hole up and wait.”
“It happened?”
“It happened a lot of times. Less with Esthor, I heard.”
Meero frowned, but he was getting a feel for the place. Chaos but community-oriented.
“What about me?”
“You? You have no tattoos. You’re a nobody. Sure enough, I’m with you. But alone, you can’t do shit. So if you want something, you must trade food. You’re lucky, though.”
“… Am I?”
Meero frowned, feeling the Deer wrapping an arm around his neck.
“Yeah. You have a few days of food stored in there,” said Keyun, poking at Meero’s neck.
Meero pushed back against the arm and the weight.
“What? That’s true!”
“I don’t like when someone pokes it,” explained the Dragon, flustered.
“Is it sensitive?”
“Can we change topics, then?”
“Fine.”
Keyun sighed, but he continued with another part of the explanation.
Reputation was everything, it also meant that a nobody would be seen with suspicion or as someone eager to join a gang. The more someone moved away from the entrance, in the 30, and towards the low-numbered districts, the more people looked at them with interest.
Or… Wariness.
“So the Templars… They’ll be looking at me like I got three heads.”
“Well, they usually look at people like they’ve got three heads. Plus, they’ve been fidgety.”
“Yeah, I heard.”
“And that plus the rumors about that mind-reading tech.”
Meero froze. And blinked.
“Mind-reading tech?”
“Yeah,” replied Keyun, shrugging. “That’s something that came from the guards. A lab has been developing a mind-reading tech, I heard. But it’s gone dark.”
“Where?”
“In the A side of the walls,” said Keyun, pointing at the wall they were walking toward, the furthest from the Steadfast compound. “But there are many labs there.”
“Many labs? Why not one?”
“At least three… Yeah, that’s true, you’ve never been to one. They request your presence, they stand at a podium with a screen, and they make you wait for your name. Then you go inside that door, and they do their tests before letting you go. But it’s with different companies. Sometimes it’s drugs, sometimes it’s implant software, sometimes it’s sex toys.”
“The entrance… It looks like a massive prison door with a pulpit?”
“Probably,” answered Keyun, shaking his head. “Wait. Why do you need to know about that mind-reading tech? What are you? A cop or something?”
“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”
“Probably. You’ve got an ass and dick that’s too good to be wasted on a cop,” said Keyun, giving him another elbow jab.
“Ugh,” mumbled Meero, passing a hand across his face. “Let’s keep it pro-“
“Professional? Here?”
“Let’s keep it with you guiding me. Should we turn soon?” asked Meero, noticing a tall pole’s shadow, though he couldn’t read the sign due to the low lighting.
“Not yet. We will take a break.”
A break. Well, that was something Meero appreciated. His legs couldn’t burn, and his metabolism was improved. But sleeping seemed such a good idea. Even when they approached what looked to be another gang compound inhabited by canines.
Another gang or neighborhood, though, once the Deer presented his back, they became much more sympathetic. They even offered them water and dry bread.
The story about reputation was true. And after a while, they were led to a bedroom… Dingy, dirty, reeking of sweat. But they had sheets, and Meero dropped onto the mattress, sighing.
“Sleep first, then I’ll wake you up,” said Keyun, cautiously.
“What about the reputation? They will protect us, right?”
“It’s the night. Nobody saw us enter the place,” said the Deer, patting the Dragon’s shoulder. “If you are not careful, they might capture and milk us. And not like you with Esthor.”
“Fuck,” grumbled Meero, rolling and turning his back to the chuckling Deer.
However, he slept relatively well and would have easily asked for more when Keyun shook his shoulder, waking him up… And forcing him to sit up.
“Come. It’s your turn,” said the yawning Deer.
“Yeah,” replied Meero, stretching.
Meanwhile, Keyun dropped like a log
Quite a quick sleeper, though Keyun might be more tired from other tasks. Or perhaps he didn’t have as many metabolic implants as Meero.
Implants… Much like those arms, those legs he watched, still covered in green scales. Not his scales, not with those large scutes that looked like armor along his knees and arms. And his tiny horns atop his head, still there, felt almost overkill when he poked them… And felt the ventilation vents that were tightly closed.
He passed a hand over his chest, feeling the reinforced muscles. Then down his abdomen, checking the muscle plates he’d received a few years ago.
That look, muscular and massive, it was something he’d picked. It wasn’t how he was supposed to be. He had been deemed weak, prone to accidents.
He remembered his medical record. Multiple fractures after breaking out of his shell, organs that atrophied, one arm that would always be weaker.
And yet, here he was. Looking rather fine. Rather muscular. Improved in every sense. He observed his hands, opening and closing, the claws at the tip, the artificial tendons pulling on them. Then he dropped his hands, checking between his legs before he poked at his genitals.
“Are you planning to masturbate? Try with two fingers.”
“Go to sleep.”
“Can’t when someone is grunting at my side like a rutting beast. What’s the problem?”
“Nothing.”
“Doesn’t sound like a nothing to me.”
Meero closed his eyes.
“What’s it? If you don’t want to tell me, you can stay quiet, then,” continued the Deer. “I need to sleep, too.”
“My brother. I am supposed to find him here,” said Meero, shaking his head. “But I am not sure he will recognize me.”
“How long since he’s been here?”
“He… I sent him to prison eight years ago?”
“… You? You sent him to prison?”
Meero sighed, feeling somehow lighter as he said it. So much lighter.
“Yes. I did. He worked for the Templars. They were dangerous, but they focused on newly established companies. They were stealing stuff. My brother… He was part of them.”
“Hey. You don’t need to talk about it, man. The way you’re talking about it, it must hurt.”
“That’s... true. It hurts,” sighed Meero, closing his eyes and taking a long breath. “But now that I am about to see him, I don’t know. It feels surreal.”
Meero reopened his eyes, returning to watching his body. No signs of changes at the moment, his arms felt lighter, after the Steadfast party. Esthor definitely told the truth, but still.
“How did it happen? You’re a cop. So… You’ve sent him here for something. Not everyone goes here for small stuff.”
“Well…”
_“Stop moving like that. You’re marking it harder!”
“But it tickles! It tickles so much.”
“That’s because it works. So stop it!”
Meero felt these little hits of phantom pain coming from his artificial arm. He would get a replacement next year, but for the moment, that arm was the only one he got. And yet, his Brother had a screwdriver and was poking around the inner workings. Together, they’d opened the panel to access one of the electronic boards under the wrist._
_Sure enough, the screwdriver was a tad too rough on the thin optical cables and their connectors. Pushing one felt like his little finger was tickled, or his elbow, or perhaps his palm. Something he’d never felt since he’d had his arm replaced.
At that instant, he had a furious desire to scratch his hand down to carbon-fiber bones.
He hissed, wiggled, his tail smacking with the cast hitting the bed.
“Stop! Stop!”
“But I’m almost done! You want more control over your fingers? I’m almost… Oops.”
“What? What oops?!”
“Oopsie.”_
_Meero raised his arm, or so he tried. Up to the elbow, it was fine. The forearm, a bit heavier? But his hand dangled lifelessly, even though he had feedback. And it was itching like crazy. Meero’s eyes widened, shaking his hand.
“You killed my arm!”
“You moved!”
“You killed my arm!”
“I told you to sit still!”
“I need my hand! I need it!”
“I’ll fix it! I promise!”_
“My Brother was a genius. But because of an accident during which his spine broke, he… Turned to the bad crowd.”
“A broken spine shouldn’t be an issue,” said Keyun, yawning.
“It isn’t unless you’re a Dragon. We got a stupid rejection rate. All my implants, they’re practically custom-made.”
“Fhew. I didn’t know you were made of money. How pricey are those arms?”
“At least one year’s salary… Thirty thousand creds,” said Meero, raising his arms.
“Damn. And everything costs the same. You’re a living pile of gold!”
“Shh!”
“What? They can’t use it, anyway. There is no med-tech to do the updates, and nobody approaches Fleshie.”
“But they could trade it.”
Keyun rolled his eyes, stretched, and got up on his feet.
“Let’s continue that discussion once we’re outside, then.”
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
“Right now? I’ve been unable to sleep. I’m stuck. Contrary to many, I don’t have a full metabolism regulator,” said the Deer, shaking his hips. “Come on.”
Keyun even offered Meero a hand, helping him stand up.
Five minutes later, they were back in the streets with the Deer yawning and stretching while they were walking toward the C22 district.
Yet as they walked, Meero noticed the surrounding men were more skittish. No, fatter, too. And some… Yep, eunuchs. To avoid looking at it, he glanced at the tired Deer.
“We could have stayed longer.”
“No. The faster we go to C9, the faster I go back home, and I have a loving moment with my Tiger,” said Keyun.
“You don’t hate him?”
“Not everyone hates the Predators,” he replied by pointing fingers. “Now, now. Tell me about the wrong crowd. And the story of your brother.”
Meero sighed, looking around. Still the same shanty structures, unstable, practically begging to be taken down by a wind gust.
“My brother had a broken spine. All implants were rejected, but I heard he found a solution. Truth was… He is an excellent med-tech. No. A genius. With the help of a few others, they gave him adapted augments…”
“But they. The crowd. They were Templars?”
Meero nodded.
“Templars through and through. His name popped up two years after he went no contact with me. A med-tech who worked to modify their implants. We busted their base, and he was there. Looking so much different. Not like my small brother, who was so stupid and innocent. He looked like a madman, threatening me with a scalpel… Asking me if I wanted to finish the job.”
Keyun said nothing. And Meero took a sharp breath.
“I shot his hand before he could step closer. Then I got rewarded because I was the one who took down their special med-tech. Keero was sent to Allocer. I was told he’d be in security from himself and from the others. That he would fare better with a proper reintegration program… But.”
“Allocer isn’t that kind of prison. Not the sweet kind from the northern states.”
“No. The more I think about it, the more I’m afraid he… became worse,” mumbled Meero. “He wasn’t all that stable even as a teen. But he meant well; he worked for Rechtech. He had the skills to create good implants. He had the skills to revolutionize the industry.”
“And you’re supposed to see him here? In Allocer?”
“The more I think about it, I don’t know. I might have to think about how to work this out.”
Meero turned his gaze ahead and… Ahead, the prison looked different. The shanty houses were there, but it looked like a tiny town had cropped up. Two-story houses, neon lights dangling everywhere. Colorful glass windows, potentially an approximation of the old Oceanian countries for the architecture. And men at the entrance, holding makeshift spears.
He frowned. And he frowned when the Deer’s hand wrapped around his arm.
“We need to change direction now. We’re too close to the women’s district,” said Keyun, indeed nodding in that direction.
“That’s the place?”
“Yeah, their little corner,” explained Keyun. “When it’s the reception day, they send a group of females and eunuchs to the walls. Then they wait. If there’s a woman, they bring it inside. If not, they leave.”
“What about the in-between?”
“Better not to ask them that question,” replied Keyun, snarling. “But you don’t want to approach them. They’d cut your ballsack before you say hello.”
Meero grimaced, but followed, walking once more toward the walls.
“Gruesome.”
“That was worse. Before that, the women had no place. There were rape, revenge, murders, and shit. So nobody goes against that.”
“No clan tries to enter?”
“Unlikely alliances. You hit the women, you’re bound to get smacked back. We don’t do business with them, but I saw a group getting stomped to the ground for touching a girl.”
“… Damn,” mouthed Meero, looking over his shoulder.
Sure enough, that place could have been its own little town, with its own little rules. But the way Keyun spoke about it?
Meero shuddered, then followed, his tail close to his legs.
“So what? You’re about to meet your brother and ask him how it goes?”
“That’s complicated.”
“… Eh. That’s why Esthor told you off.”
“Probably,” said Meero, frowning. “Can we stop with my brother?”
“Sure. How was it? Fisting the big boss’ ass?”
“Ugh.”
Meero’s brows dropped, same as his shoulders, before Keyun and his stupid chuckle.
However, as they avoided the Women’s district, something felt… off.
Close to the Steadfast, it was as if the prisoners had to live on top of one another, piling up.
Same, to the women district from afar.
But closer to the wall, everything was getting eerily quiet.
The shacks were empty, lightless. Many were barricaded off. And… Yeah, Meero had the instinct to look through some windows, seeing how everything inside was covered in dust.
“What’s with that place?”
“Dunno. I never walked around here,” mumbled Keyun, looking around. “It gives me the creeps.”
“That’s the Templar territory?”
“Not exactly. It’s shared with the Fangs and the Breakers. They should protect those main paths, but… It’s a dead town,” mumbled the Deer. “It gives me the creeps.”
“Should we cut through?”
“No. We’ll continue. We have a route.”
Meero frowned, but followed. Sure enough, there was a semblance of life near the walls, where the markets and Edge guys ought to be. But it was only faint voices and discussions in the distance that died down when Meero and Keyun approached. A situation that stretched as they approached the A6 spot. And even as they walked away from the walls, the eeriness of that place continued, with… At the center, the large block they’d circumvented.
“Fucking creeps me out. I’ll not walk that way back,” said the Deer between his teeth.
“Why not?”
“Even the Flesh eaters make the prison look cozy. Feel-“
“Shh.”
Meero raised his head, looking around. Steps. Many steps. Not running. But forced. Quick. He turned his head, left. Then right.
“Shit,” he hissed, grabbing Keyun’s arm. The deer had his ears turned toward those steps, but he didn’t fight when Meero grabbed him into a back alley on their right, closer to the Templars’ territory.
They ran, they kicked their flip-flops away, they rushed, they pushed…
They turned left and passed by concrete stairs. That was then Meero yanked Keyun under the stairs, to hide among the boxes and the wood planks that’d been piled underneath.
It was rickety, unstable… But as they heard the steps pass by and drift away, they had not been caught.
They could breathe, exhale, even though Meero felt like his heart was about to burst.
“What was that?” he asked. “Guards or Templars?”
“I don’t know,” mouthed the Deer, poking at Meero’s chest. “I’ve never been there. What did you do?”
“Nothing,” replied Meero, frowning. “They must know about us or something. Someone could have tipped them off about our presence?”
“Yeah. Possible. Crap… What do we do?”
“I still need to get to C9. You can leave,” said Meero, raising his head. No steps, those guys were gone, but they might as well have been running in circles.
“Nunhun. Remember, I need to go through C9, too. I won’t come closer to the Templars. But I need to go through C9 and then go take the other path around.”
“Yeah… But I don’t know what will happen.”
“We’ll split up, that’s it.”
Meero nodded; Keyun was right about it.
Once back on the streets, they stuck to the narrow side streets, which were more difficult to navigate. Right, then left, then sometimes having to cross through the main streets before disappearing inside.
It was all the more eerie because there were traces of life here: a rusty basin filled with stagnant water and half-decomposed fabric; rotten food and reeking dishes left on the tables; furniture being assembled amidst a dusty room; empty chairs put in circles in a small recess.
“Who lived there?”
“The Breakers. They’re… Well, they used to help with the women. Taking the eunuchs and milking them, breaking them.”
Meero shuddered as they explored further into the empty district.
Luckily, there was little activity stopping them from moving around. Whenever they heard steps, they were quick to enter an empty house or merely dig further into the Templars’ territory, enough that they could start noticing concrete walls in the distance.
Walls, they started to avoid, going even in the opposite direction, though the place remained as dead as before. Completely devoid of life, of cries, of the shouts that had made Meero wary in his first days. Now, he was almost wishing for those fights to come back.
“What do you think happened?”
“Templars, sure thing,” mumbled Meero. “Esthor will want to know what’s the shit here.”
“Agreed. Fuck. Too bad we threw the flip-flops. I loved mine. I painted them.”
“Quiet.”
Steadily, they approached the C9 pole.
It was at an exact intersection, a crossing with a wide circular place that’d been carved into the shantytown. From the looks of it, it might as well be a meeting spot with different gangs since there were little stages positioned in a circle, with the pole in the middle.
Yet, it was still a ghost town. And Meero could feel someone was looking at them. Perhaps from the accessible rooftops, or from the side streets, or from inside the buildings.
With caution, Meero and Keyun kept watch behind a few discarded boxes, watching the intersection for an ambush.
But after fifteen minutes of waiting, of keeping the posture, they were certain no one was around. Not a soul, it seemed. Yet, Meero scratched his neck as they stepped out in the open.
“That’s it. C9. You’re there. I’m taking my leave before something bites me in the back.”
“Yeah, sure,” said Meero, watching the youthful Deer’s grin. He had been much more amiable than he had expected. “Don’t get yourself stabbed or something.”
“Tell that to yourself. That’s not me who’s about to go headfirst into the lion’s den. Are you sure you don’t want to come back?”
“No. I have to see this through. And then… I’ll see.”
“You know. Esthor never told me why he pushed you away. But from what I see… You’re in such deep shit.”
“We’re in a prison, aren’t we all?”
“Some situations are worse. Sorry, my man,” said Keyun, patting and turning his back to the Dragon before rushing. Not towards the wall but away, directly taking off between the houses as Meero observed the crossing.
There were traces of people running around, leading toward the Women’s districts, and some towards where he’d seen the Templars’ walls. Beyond that, there was little to be seen. So little he-
Clang.
Meero’s eyes darted toward that direction. Not from where Keyun went. But from another direction. He eyed up, looking… Then, behind, checking if he was watched.
It all looked like a trap, but he didn’t know who he was supposed to meet.
“Hey. I’ve been sent here. Hello? Is there anybody?” he asked out loud, covering his muzzle while stepping inside another side street, going away from the Templar’s corner. He turned, stepped behind a shanty house only to find a crushed can.
“… So that was-“
TWHACK!
-
Meero woke up with the sensation of a hot knife drilling into his neck.
It burned, it was warm. And worst of all, it made every action, every thought, a blur. Blinking? That was hard. Taking a breath? It felt like his nose was clogged. Moving his head? He could… But it was difficult. Painful.
He kicked his feet, stretched them, experiencing the feedback. Yet, as he pulled on his arms, his left arm wasn’t answering.
He frowned, turned his head, and…
“Fuck.”
It wasn’t there. Instead of his arm, there was a stump with all the connectors in sight. Not a rough removal, but it wasn’t pretty to have a corner of his arm left dangling from his shoulder.
“Ah. He’s awake.”
Whispers followed, steps. And then, a hand reached for the Dragon’s muzzle. Cold, but not icy. The voice belonged to a male. And as the Dragon’s eyes danced, he found he was in front of a canine.
Artificial eyes, improved ears, and an implanted camera on the side of his face, though busted. Reinforced neck.
“Hey. Who are you?”
“Me… ?” Coughed Meero, his ears ringing. “I’m… Ugh. I’m Meef Anver.”
Whispers.
“Checks out.”
Meero coughed, his spit tinged with iron. Yep. Someone definitely hit him on the back of his head. Sure enough, the implants and the reinforced skeleton took the brunt of the hit. But he was feeling concussed and swaying heavily if not for the cuff holding his sole hand up. He was almost like a dancing princess toy, swaying around the same point of equilibrium.
“What’s a dirty accountant like you doing here? You got deals with someone? From the Templars? You were looking for us? For me?”
“What? Who…. Who are you?”
The Wolf stepped back into the shadows. The lights remained turned off. All shadows and spooky steps that were standard to break a criminal. Then something raw was planted in Meero’s neck. He hissed, trembled… Tensed.
**Unauthorized Access.
Unauthorized Access.
Unauthorized Access.
Un- Access Authorized. Welcome Allocer Administrator**
The sharp pain followed each error message sent to Meero, trembling and shook, his tail hitting the floor. But now, he looked at that screen. The numerous more that were running through his system, though at such speed it was blinding.
It was again like he’d been… Under inspection by his Med-tech practitioner. But it was not something he’d asked. He hissed, feeling his body warm up and his heat dissipators activate.
“Who… Who are you?”
“I’m not the one to answer questions. What are his crimes?”
“Raping. Murders. Usual fodder for Fleshie.”
“He’s not with him.”
“Nunuh. No traces of credentials. And no trace of their presence. Must be a fluke.”
“Doubt it’s that.”
The Wolf appeared again, reaching for Meero’s muzzle and yanking him.
“Tell me, Scaly. What’s your deal here?”
“I… I have a meeting,” spat the Dragon, right in the Wolf’s face. “With a rapist. For info.”
“Infos… Fuck. He’s telling the truth?”
“Let me check.”
**Module Activation: Healthcheck
Instruction: Log retrieval**
The information flashed before Meero’s eyes. Again familiar, something he was used to. But just as fast, the window closed.
“He’s telling the truth.”
“Shit. Who are you working for?”
“Can’t tell. Not sure who you are,” coughed Meero, shaking his head.
“And I won’t tell you what I know if I don’t know who you’re working for.”
“Guess we’re stuck.”
“You’re stuck.”
“Not again,” said the voice in the shadow.
“Yes again. Do it.”
Someone swore in the shadows. Not a language Meero knew, but the spite was obvious while the Wolf stood in front of Meero. Smiling, chuckling. Chuffed. His eyes seemed to flash for a second, and then… Meero saw it. The tremor, the slight shake, the throb.
Before the Dragon’s eyes, he saw the Wolf’s genitals, tight inside that sheath, slipping out… He saw that cock that had been soft, and should have been like all prisoners, was hard. Stiff. Rigid. And dripping.
He grabbed it and gave it a firm squeeze, while a voice in the distance grumbled and gasped.
“Fuck… Let me cut the feedback.”
“No. I need to feel it,” said the Wolf, pretty satisfied as he gave his cock a stroke and then let it go, with the organ shooting precum and bobbing up and down. “Fuck yes.”
“You… Fuck. How?”
“That’s the advantage of having a med-tech around,” said the Wolf, passing a hand around the Dragon’s chest, stroking it. Before reaching for something behind Meero. His arm. The Wolf waved with his own arm.
“That’s some fantastic tech. I don’t need a new arm. But that’s good. Can you establish the remote feedback?”
“Yes.”
“Do it.”
Meero tilted his head, then hissed. Pain. A phantom pain of something planted in his arm. Yes, a cable had been planted inside the arm’s elbow, in a discreet connector.
But the Dragon was feeling it now. Before his eyes, a few windows flashed… And then, the arm moved.
His fingers opened and closed, his fist clenched. The Wolf even whistled at the vision. However, he gargled when, with a twitch, the arm’s fingers locked around his throat.
“Control! Control!” he squealed and gargled while someone huffed in the distance.
The fingers reopened against Meero’s will. His arm wasn’t under his control, not when the Wolf played with the fingers, closing them. The touch feedback was there, but he couldn’t even make a muscle twitch… Not as the Wolf waved that arm and stroked it.
“Thanks, dude. Dragon arms can be too strong for poor old me.”
“Did you have… To offer your throat to that guy, though?” replied a raspy voice.
“I had to make a show.”
The Wolf smiled and chuckled, reaching for the index finger he pulled. It was surreal how the sensation echoed through Meero’s spine, mind, before it flared as the pull was too intense.
“I hate torturing. But you’d better tell me who you work for. I don’t want the Templars on my ass.”
“I… Do not work for them,” mumbled Meero, gargling.
“Maybe he’s right,” added the voice in the shadow.
“You heard the chatter.”
“I am not sure either.”
“You heard the chatter,” repeated the voice.
“I do not work for them. And I don’t care about-“
WHACK!
Meero’s face hurt. Sure, the bone lacing and all the increased muscle density protected him from being really hurt. But getting smacked in the face with his own fist was something else. It hurt both his hand and his face. His thoughts were fuzzy, and one ear was still ringing when the Wolf turned to whoever he was talking to, pointing fingers.
“With that much implant, it can only be linked to the Templars.”
“I-“
“Shut up!” said the Wolf, snapping his fingers. “Get him silenced.”
“Maybe he’ll talk.”
“He’ll talk later, but I don’t want to hear him babble and beg until I’m done. Get it?”
Instruction: Locking vocal cords
Again, Meero opened his mouth. But the sound that came was that damn whistling.
He frowned, shook his head, pulled on his sole left arm. But he watched, followed even, when the Wolf walked around, waving that fist around.
“Can you…” said the Wolf, clicking his tongue. “Make it fun?”
“Fine.”
**Instruction: Increased Anal Sensitivity to 75%
Instruction: Increased Prostate Sensitivity to 75%
Instruction: Reduced Anal Feedback to 0%**
“He’s primed.”
Meero opened his mouth, grimaced, and mouthed even the words ‘Don’t do that’. But it mattered little. It mattered so little when he watched the Wolf pull on his fingers, open his hands, then align the index and middle fingers together. Just before he pointed them both at his… backside. At his asshole.
And… He inserted it.
Meero’s tail moved, almost smacking the Wolf, but his Med-tech locked it.
Impotent, tied, locked. Meero felt and squirmed when his fingers were inside his hole. But even though he could sense his butthole clenching, he could sense his scales brushing his sphincter… It wasn’t his movements.
The result was as alien as it was disgusting, as it was abusive, as it was… Repugnant for the Dragon, whose face contorted in horror while he spat on the floor.
“Oh… Crocky doesn’t like it? Let me add another,” said the Wolf, pulling the two fingers out and letting Meero breathe.
And brace himself when it was another finger, the ring finger, that was added. And this time, it did hurt.
Without the fine motor control, with his asshole clenching and tensing from the spastic reaction, his fingers were crushed by his back entrance. They were forced together, twisted and pushed in the same direction, though they’d never bent at that angle.
Meero’s eyes tensed, his mouth opened in a silent cry… And yes, when the Wolf pulled the hand back, it was like… Like a machine had thoroughly crushed his fingers.
“Damn. What a hole. How does it look on the front?”
“Do I have to participate?”
“That’s you who’s hooked on that guy’s vitals.”
“He’s… Doing fine,” grumbled the voice in the distance.
Meero?
He didn’t feel like he was doing fine. Once more, his asshole was getting teased. Once more, those fingers were inserted in him, with a fourth.
And… His body was tensing, his prostate clenching, his testicles lifting. He wasn’t erect; he couldn’t be. But sure as hell he would’ve been if not. And he would’ve hated it.
Much as he hated feeling his fingers moving in such an unnatural way, how they felt dead in his ass, and yet he could sense them, warm and sleek.
How he could sense the touch on his prostate. He heaved and grumbled and drooled.
His eyes clenched, his teeth were gritted, his hand pulled on the cuff holding him up. Meanwhile, the Wolf continued to push the hand further ahead. He wiggled it, made sure the digits were firmly inserted. And then, he pulled back, leaving the gaping and ripe asshole to wink and attempt to close…
Until he closed all fingers, forced them into a tight fist.
“Don’t!” mouthed Meero, his eyes bloodshot.
But only a whistle came, nothing that stopped that pervert of a Wolf from inserting the whole fist inside. To have that fist punch, and hit, and stretch, and force itself up.
It felt good despite the pain of humiliation.
With the feedback turned off, Meero could only experience that fist stretching his asshole, much like the Prey had done so before. But it was artificial, imperfect… And as much as his prostate was nudged and poked and rammed against, the Dragon’s expression was not of sheer bliss. He gritted his teeth, held onto his thoughts, onto himself. He tensed, he craned his neck… And… Yet; the hand was firmly lodged, locked against his prostate, and with every throb, every pulse, producing a little spark of pleasure through the Dragon’s body.
“Ah… Here we go. Properly parked,” said the Wolf, laughing, too. He wiped his face, satisfied… And then stepped around, only to check at the faint precum puddle coming from Meero’s shaft. Precum. But nothing more.
“He didn’t cum?”
“He must be used to high settings.”
“Well. Crank it up to 100 or 110%, damn it!” shouted the Wolf, turning to his friend.
“Do you even know what that represents?”
“I don’t know? A lot?”
“Fuck. It’s not a normal scale! It’s logarithmic!”
“Nyeh? I don’t get that talk. I’m not a med tech.”
“If I increase to 100%, it’s not a 25% increase. But… It’s… Around 400%!”
“Who’s the jackass who took that decision?” grumbled the Wolf, turning to the Dragon. “Bollocks… I don’t wanna turn his brain to mush.”
Meero nodded along, though he squirmed. With the arms lodged in his ass, even the faintest movement, even his heartbeat, was sending him trembling and tensing.
“What should I do? Can I have fun?”
“I’m not your father. You said you’d protect me. But you don’t,” grumbled the other voice.
Meanwhile, the sensation in Meero’s groin was building up. He could sense it, the tension, the spark. His abdominal muscles were stiff. His testicles were pulled slightly; the testicular lacing was squeezing the augmented organs.
It did hurt; it was like a fire. But as a weak cumshot was sent through his prostate, it started the fire. The hellfire that was to devour his mind. With that shot, the Dragon’s prostate swelled and clenched, rubbing against the fist. And that fist, immovable, locked, was enough to make his groin burn again.
“Oh, it’s starting,” said the Wolf, turning and watching the Dragon’s groin twitch while Meero tried to hump the air.
A stupid movement as it sent his fist hitting his prostate and… Yes, again cumming. Again shooting.
His sphincter clenched and tensed. But instead of having a refractory period or for his hole to burn from such a massive fist lodged inside, it was pleasant. Delicious. Wondrous.
Meero’s eyes rolled as he was starting to experience it. Something that was devious in itself: a loop of pleasure.
The more he came, the more he tensed, the more the fist lodged inside him was sending him down. The more his balls were squeezed, forcing cum through his groin and soft cock, the more… The more it felt good.
“The place will reek for days,” moaned the voice in the dark.
“Yeah. But we’ll move tomorrow, I told you,” said the Wolf, grabbing a chair out of the Dragon’s view before sitting in front of Meero… And starting to masturbate.
The Wolf wasn’t only going for his chubby dick, but for the knotted base, too. He was going for his pectorals, he massaged; to his nipples, he stroked while he admired Meero.
Observed as the Dragon’s orgasms, meek and slow, built up as each one was sending him clenching and tensing further than the last.
“Fuck yeah… That’s something. Go on. Hook him.”
“I hate this.”
A hand. Furry and black went over the Dragon’s neck. He saw it, the fingers, covered and slightly chitinous. Then, something stabbed him in the neck. Then, on the sides. In the nape.
Not at random spots but directly through some emergency feeding ports. Something the Dragon felt when a liquid was pumped inside him. IV? Or saline?
Either way, the Dragon’s face continued to contort and his eyes to roll when he began to… Hump. Violently.
At that point, it was expected for his arm and fist to be dislodged. But after being set so deep, so far, humping wouldn’t be enough. At best, it made the clenched fingers hit his prostate with an increased pace, an increased violence… An increased bliss as Meero’s mind drifted.
He was cumming. And cumming. And cumming.
It was overwhelming, it was good, it was terrible, it was pleasant.
His cock, as limp as before, continued to shoot on the floor, that cum that had been filling his balls. And in return, his balls continued to progress. They even warmed up, and so did his entire body, as the lacing yanked, pulled, and squeezed them.
All the while, that Wolf was licking his chops while masturbating his… He blew his own load after less than two minutes.
But he looked so satisfied, so happy, as he snapped his fingers.
“Give me something else.”
“What else? I can’t read your mind.”
“With him… What else can you do?”
“I… Fuck. I can play with his hormonal balance… Some electric weapons in his knuckles. Fuck, he’s weaponized.”
“Anything useful?”
“That… Uh… Well. I could chuck his inhibitions, if you want. Or drug him up. He has a big machinery in his balls… Or.”
“Do that. And the electricity. I wanna see,” said the Wolf, standing up and reaching for his cock, he stroked.
Meero’s eyes continued to roll, but then… Something hit him.
Joy… Happiness. High. He felt fuzzy. His body was fuzzy, but so pleasant. Even as his orgasms shook him and the cuffs dug into his wrist, he was feeling so great. So good. So lovely as a shock hit his prostate… And yet, only followed the cumshot.
His face contorted. His tongue lolled out.
He smiled. He smiled so wholly; it looked almost impossible on the typically frowning and stoic Crocodile-looking Dragon.
But here was Meero, looking plain stupid as the Wolf grabbed him by the chin.
It took the Dragon some time to adjust, for his eyes to focus. One second, and another hump. He came again, losing his focus. Then he tried to focus on the Wolf again, almost crossing his eyes as he watched the Wolf.
The Wolf, who leaned close, who approached Meero and… Kissed him.
His tongue was forceful, powerful. It thrust deep inside his throat, forcing him to swallow and choke on that tongue that was titillating his uvula and beyond. He wasn’t choking; his gag reflex was gone. But that tongue was long, augmented, and purposefully digging so deep it bulged through his throat.
And then… the Wolf pulled back, licking his chops while he stroked Meero’s tensing and retensing abdominal waist.
“Make it hurt again… And… Give him back his vocal cords.”
**Instruction: Restored Anal Feedback
Instruction: Vocal Cords Reactivated**
“Ahhh.”
The first sound that came from Meero’s mouth wasn’t words. But a deep, growling moan, as he came again, and on the Wolf’s belly.
His cumshots were not stopping. His ‘machinery’ was at full work… To the point even his heat dissipators were revealed. Whatever was hooked to his feeding ports was flowing freely, and the Dragon had his eyes almost rolling when he was guided to another kiss.
To another perverted, forceful kiss.
“You like it. Don’t you? You whore.”
“Ahhh… good,” moaned Meero back, his mind drifting. He couldn’t even force himself to hate that guy. Everything was feeling great, so great. Pleasure, orgasms, cumshots.
“You prefer when Daddy takes care of your little needs?” said the Wolf, passing a hand on the Dragon’s hips, stroking them… Before digging into that posterior.
“Go… Good,” repeated Meero, slurping his saliva.
“Do you hear that? He feels good.”
“Fuck. Can you be done with the rape? You don’t even know who that guy is.”
“Should I care for now? We’re in a secure place. And he’s a good egg. Aren’t you, boy? You love cumming.”
“Cu-m,” nodded Meero, though guided by the hand gripping his muzzle and forcing him to nod. Yes, cuming felt great, felt perfect. Though his body was shuddering and his asshole clenching around his hand, it felt great.
The pain was almost minimal, almost reduced compared to the constant ebb and flow that was the loop, that was the orgasms shaking him with no pause, with no refractory period.
He was losing himself in it, allowing the sheer pleasure to overtake him.
Even when that Wolf, that informant, that rapist, kissed him forcefully. And enjoyed touching, exploring… Teasing the Dragon’s posterior, pulling on it and the rim by extension.
He kissed, almost choked Meero. But again, an orgasm took him.
“hhh… Good.”
“You said he has some testicular lacing?”
“Yeah. High quality with a lot of chemical glans.”
“Good. I saw a kink… Something good. Increase the density to the max and crank the acidity or something.”
“The acidity, it’ll destroy them.”
“Whatever. Something that hits. Like you know, spice. But inside the balls.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Make it make sense, you idiot. Make him cum a lot. He finds it good. You love cumming, right?”
“Cum,” nodded Meero, his smile unfeigned.
Windows flashed before his eyes, though he couldn’t read them. They were so fast, and his mind was all focused on what was happening below his waist. Pain and pleasure, orgasms and breaks, pauses and paces.
He could hear the squelching of his balls being squeezed by the testicular lacing, again… And again. He could sense the pressure on his nuts steadily increasing, but in a good way.
And… Then, something changed.
He was still cumming, and shooting. The Wolf was still kissing him.
But it was changing. The inside of his balls was warming up, but not in a good way. It tickled, it tingled, it itched. When he came, it didn’t feel as great. He wasn’t cumming as much.
And that cum… That itch, it was spreading everywhere.
Meero’s smile twisted, becoming an expression of his inner turmoil, of the pain that was overtaking the pleasure of his orgasms. Of his ejaculations that were bringing relief to his nuts, reducing the itching… But not by much, not by far.
He squirmed, trying to force his hips away from the Wolf’s hands.
“H-Hurt,” he moaned, still humping.
“Oh… Your balls hurt, now?” asked the Wolf, smiling.
“Hurt,” nodded Meero.
He nodded to the Wolf, yet…
The pain was of his doing. Much like the pressure on his balls increasing, the organs were being pulled down by their sheer weight. The volume was building up despite the abdominal muscles pulling on the scrotum.
It was starting to be too much, too overwhelming… And as much as he came, it didn’t help. No, worse. Cumming was feeling worse, somehow. More difficult, more painful.
He couldn’t see, couldn’t watch how his semen had thickened. How his nutbatter, almost liquid, had turned almost like a plug. A plug whose mere presence burned inside him as he pumped it out… Feeling his insides afire.
“It hurts? Oh. Poor Crocky. I’ll help you… You want that? To cum and feel good?”
“It’s disgusting,” mumbled the voice in the dark.
“It’s funny. You should enjoy this.”
“I’m not like you… I am disgusted to be part of it.”
“And you agreed you’d do anything if you want to stay secure. Now… Make them buzz when I tell you.”
“Them buzz?”
“His nuts. He must have capacitors or something.”
“If I do that, I might as well fry them.”
“I don’t want you to crush or kill them. I want you to make it hurt. And good.”
“Urgh.”
The disgust continued, the hate too. Yet, the first buzz came; Meero yelped, his eyes widened.
It was like a shot, a thunder hit, a strike to his balls. A shock that sent his eyes rolling and his voice breaking while the Wolf kept kissing and pushing further, advancing a hand between the Dragon’s buttcheeks, to tease his butthole.
“Go on… Crocky. Cum for Daddy.”
“H-Hurt,” moaned Meero again. It did hurt. It did burn.
It was like his urethra was lined up with spice, and every cumshot, every shot, sent that semen forward… And added another dose on his lining.
Fire. It could be compared to a fiery rod that’d been inserted down his urethra, into his prostate, to the remnants of his seminal vesicles… And right to his testicles that had grown the size of watermelons.
His balls… Were on fire.
“Hurt… Much!” cried Meero, tearing up, too.
He cried, yowled even, with his arm pulling on the cuff. His instincts kicked in, wanting to grab his shaft, to squeeze it, to force out the semen that was so thick he couldn’t push it out like that. And so hot, it was hurting. It was overwhelming; it erased every semblance of rational thought, replacing it with fear and abject horror.
“Out! Out! Out!” he cried, his face contorting.
“Calm down, Crocky. Daddy will handle that.”
“Out!” repeated the Dragon, before the Wolf turned his head and blinked.
“Go on. Use the knuckles. Give him a zap.”
A grunt came.
And then, Meero’s yowl.
The Dragon practically humped the air and his cock, soft, smacked against his chest before some cum, rigid, forced through and gave it the rigidity of an erection, but without the length, without the throb… Without the ‘beauty’ of an erection.
Instead, the dense liquid oozed out of his cock and landed in dollops while Meero cried, shook his head, his torso, and his arm. He was attempting to dislodge himself, to get it out… All while the knuckles were unleashing shock after shock on his prostate, assaulting and grilling the poor organ that was contracting… Much like the abdominal muscles that were shaken by spasms.
“It hurts.”
“Hurt! Hurt!” repeated Meero, with teary eyes. His grin had vanished, and panic was overwhelming him.
Error messages, in bright red, flashed before his eyes. He couldn’t read, concentrate, or focus. He wanted to cum, to cum… And get rid of that pain. Of that pleasure. Of everything that was happening under his belt.
And… The Wolf grabbed his cock.
It came as pain, as suffering, while he kissed Meero and forced him to go still.
But then, the pervert snapped a precum-covered finger.
“Give him an erection.”
“Fine.”
And so… For what had been days, Meero finally had an erection. Powerful, massive, impressive even. No longer a chubby, uncut shaft that was oozing fluids. But a tempting erection with throbs and… A length the Wolf squeezed at the base.
He squeezed it with such strength, it almost strained the organs inside due to the cut flow… And Meero whined.
“I’ll help you… If you take it in the butt for me.”
“Help… help. Please,” slurred Meero, his head shaking.
And help came. But not from anyone outside. It was a facsimile, a lie. But the sensation of relief was true when the Wolf’s touch squeezed that cum out of his dick; by gripping it hard and pulling onto the flesh until his fingers were at the tip.
With that pull, with that squeeze, with that pressure, all that cum that’d been stuck inside the urethra was out. And Meero would have almost smiled and thanked him, if not for the Cum that was again pushed out by his tensing muscles.
“Out… o-Out,” he cried, his body shaken. It hurt. But it was such a pleasure, too. Such a volatile mix that was forced onto him while the Wolf stroked him.
“I can make it go. Ask.”
“Pl-Please!” cried Meero in desperation.
“Say Please, Daddy.”
“Daddy!”
“Please. Daddy.”
“Pl-Please! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Please! Please! Daddy, Please! Please, Daddy!”
Meero’s mumbling voice turned into a cascade of slurred words, while he was tearing up and snorting. He was ugly crying while his body was overtaken by whatever modifications had been forced onto him.
And then… the Wolf’s touch disappeared.
“Please! Please! Please!” repeated Meero, each word cut by his ragged breath.
But the Wolf wasn’t abandoning him. He merely circled much like a Predator and… Grabbed Meero’s arm, yanked it away. He pulled it away, forcing the asshole open before he forced his cock against it.
Massive, powerful… Threatening. Yet, it was a blissful presence when the Wolf inserted himself within Meero while grabbing Meero’s cock, squeezing that burning semen out.
“Good bitch. Keep begging.”
“Please! Please! Please!” repeated the Dragon, saliva spewing out of his mouth as he pushed back with his posterior.
He wasn’t fighting the Wolf anymore. He was welcoming him, clinging to his presence, to his cock. He gripped it, stroked it… Kept it firmly lodged inside while the Wolf grumbled in delight behind.
The Pervert had his other hand gripping the Dragon’s chest, pulling and pinching those nipples while he purred.
“What a good boy. Your hole is better than a girl’s cunt. More than those girls outside,” huffed the Wolf, whispering right to the Dragon’s ear. “You could be my future girl.”
“Please! Daddy! Please!” continued to cry Meero, feeling the build-up return. His prostate was even bloated from the inside whenever the Wolf throttled the flow at the base.
Those testicles? They were swaying heavily between the Dragon’s knees, practically beanbags to abuse and torment.
“Make them suffer.”
“Isn’t it enough?”
“No… Increase the pain. As high as you can without breaking it.”
“He’s already overwhelmed.”
“Can he take it?”
“Maybe.”
“Then do it!” roared the Wolf, reaching and smacking Meero’s balls.
“HURT!” roared Meero, craning his head up… And yet, feeling bliss as his prostate, once more, was squeezed and pressed by a presence.
It was a shaft, a powerful and warm shaft whose constant nudging pushed out the semen his body kept pumping.
And though the smacking had produced a hit of pain, a searing presence, the thrusts inside him brought the Dragon respite. Or at least, that was the idea… That would be the idea, as the Wolf offered pleasure and peace.
And delivered pain through the Med-tech's action.
Cold, icy shards planted inside the Dragon’s balls and groin. Then shocks, pernicious. Then heat, invasive. Then nothing. Then back to the cold. It was a cycle.
Each change made the Dragon gasp. Each change made Meero’s eyes roll… Each action made him beg for more and louder, so much louder that his throat would have been sore if he weren’t augmented.
His lungs deflated with each cry, after each thrust.
His cock throbbed harder than anything.
His tears were real as they dripped down his face.
But his expression kept changing, kept cycling, all thanks… All thanks to the overwhelming tweaks that were forced on him. To the invisible hand at work while the Wolf abused, fucked… And then pumped cum inside him.
More cum, more ejaculation, brought by Meero’s constant squeezing.
“Oh, yeah… She’s so tight. We’ll keep that bitch around,” purred the Wolf, licking Meero’s neck. And nibbling it despite the Dragon’s constant pleas and cries.
Despite the pain.
Despite the pleasure.
Despite his mind drifting.