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A carefully-crafted story, inspired by SoFurry,

"SXENTURIAN MOVEMENTS 2"

"The Capture"

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The streets of Sxenturia's Bakt'urn Canton, late-night. The neoconcrete was being vigorously assailed by rain, and the downpour always made sure to inhibit the merriment which could otherwise everywhere be found. This of course, made the scene much more conducive to more shady deals: Supplement dealers roamed the streets at these times, trying to peddle their goods to those struggling to get by, physically. As such, The Movement has always thrived during the less sunny cycles of the planet's seven consecutive seasons. For years, The Movement had been busy gathering data, selecting potential targets, and extrapolating possible effects that any action on their part might have. All this, to further, and one day accomplish a lofty mission, fueled by decades of disparagement and ever escalating levels of social exclusion.

Behind the scenes of the Movement's efforts, was a grand project to create an operative capable of making higher-class Sxenturian furs realise the errors of their ways, one way or another. The sheer potency of the plan was embodied in one fur, braving the pattering, cold rain.

In the misty light of one of the floating Fuso-lights overhead, the fur in question - a dark-attired vulpine apparition which was at present difficult to make out - looked at the device on his wrist, which pointed him to the location of the appointment he had made. Confused, he straightened up for a moment, checking all corners of the crossing he was currently on. In the grey dimness, betwixt the buildings and looming arches above, he could not see anyone.

Strange.

His previous contact had been much easier to find - to be precise, she had found him, - but she was much less important than his next target, so it made sense for them to desire discretion. His keen ears scanned the area, trying to pick up an alien sound in the constant smattering of the weather, the howling of the wind. His eyes widened momentarily - but soon afterwards relaxed.

In the distance, there was another kind of howling entirely.

Supposing that he might as well wait, it didn't take long for Frank's thoughts to wander off to other matters, to the underground nexus where the Movement was located, the oft-repeated sessions he'd had with Aggie, - and how enjoyable they had been. It had all come down to this: His mission. Get acquainted with furs as high up as was possible. Every aspect about him was the product of endless years of research on the Movement's part - though, obviously, he was not of their creation.

* * *

TWENTY YEARS PREVIOUS

A splendid apparition of crimson-red on vibrant white. A brightly-lit room with expansive bay windows, overlooking a glorious view of Sxenturian morning skies, and many bronze-coloured rooftops. Rhythmic motions repeated themselves in a familiar pattern, with familiar sounds, and familiar emotions.

The busty vulpine lady gasped in ecstasy as she rode the gigantic male beneath her, an orgasm already presenting itself. She exclaimed violently as the huge member of her partner drove deeper into her than she'd ever felt before. It was tremendous. All rational thought escaped her, and she was launched into a monumental climax. A burst of sexual fluids ran down the darker fox's endowment, though it was not his - he had pleasured his wife three times now, without having given in to the temptation of ending their love-ritual. Now, however, was finally going to be his turn.

A mischievous smile spread across the male's broad face, and the muscle-bound creature effortlessly rolled the exhausted she-fur onto her back, readying her for the final spectacle. He towered over her, as she lay on the Queen-sized bed in the sun-bathed bedroom, his rippling abdominal muscles clearly visible under his thick, well-kept pelt. The newly-wed spouse regained her composure, and, still heaving, their eyes met. The two Perfects eyed each other lovingly for what seemed like hours, and the overgrown penis suspended in the air between them duly twitched. The woman's violet eyes twinkled at the momentary comedy of the situation - how the fully engorged member and gratuitously saturated balls sometimes seemed to have a personality of their own.

She lifted herself upon the bed, expertly balancing herself on her knees. From this vantage point, the pulsating tip looked nearly ominous, but she'd chosen this specimen exactly for traits like these. A new rush of affection thundered through her, and she suckled on the warm cock, instantly garnering a response from her lover. He closed his stark blue eyes. The projected silhouette of the two - joined head-to-hip - rocked back and forth in an ever-increasing rythm for minutes on end. The male gasped suddenly, his testicles bloating dangerously.

"Buh-... Baby..." the belaboured, deep voice of the man-fox resonated, "If we want to do this, ... Uhn... Really do this, then we'd better get to it."

The lady fox raised her eyes to meet his, and she saw the glint in his eyes that announced the inevitable. "Oh, my love..." She tongue-teased the shaft with uncommon dexterity, "We've been building up to this moment for weeks..." She crooned in delight, wiping some precum from her face.

The two presently laid down on the bed, and the male penetrated, committing the act that propagated species and populated planets.

"Yeah.. Like that... Ohh, you're so big... Drive it all the way inside me...", the female exclaimed, rocking back and forth.

The top fox's ample biceps twitched and flexed, as he drove himself into his lover with all his might, and mounting vigor. Like the female many times before him, he was not all there anymore, a sense of utter euphoria permeated his mind, waving up from his nether regions - but he was on another plane of consciousness - one where every sensation is multiplied tenfold, a utopic sense of one-ness. The waves of pleasure beat against his soul with such strength that in a single moment, more of it filled his every sense than he could ever remember...

And the fox came.

"OHH, I CAN FEEL IT..." the copulating female yelled, beside herself. "You're so ... So much...!"

The clearly-contrasted shadow of the two in their ritualistic fornication shifted, the large, angular form bolting upright, and the female, still mounted on his copious manhood, swinging her arms back to hold herself up by the bedpost. The discernibly circular silhouette of the male's sex organs seemed to pulse with a hypnotic regularity, visible even through the slim woman-fox's outstretched, slim stomach. Along with the male's deep vocalisation of release, his swollen balls pumped such amounts of warm semen into his mate's body, as to quickly overwhelm her beautiful form. At the pace of a heartrate, it seemed, the fox-cock sprayed the female's insides with cum, building up pressure and a quickly-forming pot belly. The strength of the discharge overtook the male anthro, and he shot back, popping out of his mate's willing vagina with immoderate force. Cum still splashed everywhere, and his orgasm finally subsided.

For just over half an hour, the two lay there in their orgasmic daze; the beautiful lady-fox bloated and saturated, the muscled man-fox, exhausted, and deeply satisfied. Their eyes locked after a while. Violet into deepest blue. Like planets in orbit. The male quietly slipped a moist paw over the she-fox's round, cum-covered belly, and was surprised at how much he'd actually produced. There was no way she could not be pregnant. Their mutual happiness converged into a passionate kiss.

Three months later, headlines across the nation would run "NEWLY-WED BARONESS QUOSUMI ENDARIS WITH CHILD", "DESIRABILITY OF ENDARIS FOUNDATION INCREASES BY 37% AFTER DISPLAY OF FERTILITY". Accompanying these articles would be a profile shot of a naked she-fox, with a large distended stomach, obviously pregnant. All was well with the world. An influential couple was to produce offspring, and the genetic profiles of the two lovers promised an unprecedented child, which would one day be an example to all. Nothing could conceivably go wrong with these Perfects, in their Perfect world.

A sublime pregnancy.

An effortless birth.

A beautiful, singular child.

Two overjoyed parents.

...

One dark night.

Six broken windows.

One empty cot.

No security logs.

...

"GRIEVING COUPLE ANNOUNCES KIDNAPPING OF GENETIC PRODIGY" - FurTuria Weekly

"MOTHER OF ONE EXPRESSES HER SOUL-FELT CONTEMPT TOWARDS MURDERER" - Zeti Phinu Express"ENDARIS HEIR LOSES FACE AFTER ALLEGATIONS OF BMI DETERIORATION" - The Penguin

...

"MOTHER'S DESPERATE CRY FOR JUSTICE ENDS IN TRAGEDY. TWO CASUALTIES." - The Weekly Tome

Of course, Frank had never questioned his parentage as being little more than a core family of the Movement. That was the way the Master had intended it.

* * *

Footsteps, nearby. Frank started as he awoke from his reverie, and eyed his surroundings to reassure himself. He drew back into the looming statue of a posing bull, when he noticed that the she-panther approaching him from a small distance, hadn't been there before.

"You Francis Dolek Kelartham?" she called. A commanding, disciplined voice. Not the type to be fooling around - ergo, not his contact.

"Yeah? Why?" the fox replied.

"I've been sent to collect you." The feline stopped, a few feet away from him, and gave him a good visual rundown. She mumbled something under her breath, but the deafening rain prevented the fox from picking it up.

"I'm waiting for someone here." he hedged.

"Yeah. Uh-huh. Real funny. Come along, now." The ominous click of a pistol resounded all across the scene.

This was unexpected. "No, I'm not joki-"

"'Thought you'd have caught on by now. You think my employer goes off to meet his 'acquaintances'" - she raised a white eyebrow at the term - "out in the open ... in person?" She shook her head disapprovingly. This can't be the guy.

"Oh, in that case..." the fox drew himself up to his full height, extending a hand in greeting. "Pleasure-..."

"Pleasure's all mine. C'mon, kid, I don't get paid by the hour." Though holstering her gun again, her composure didn't loosen a single bit. She motioned along to an alleyway, where two other dark figures were only barely visible.

Now that he had a chance to examine her more closely, he couldn't help but notice that she was beautiful in every respect. Not surprisingly, of course, for she too was a Perfect, but somehow one expected servants, especially in the somewhat darker professions, to be less impressive or otherwise aesthetically pleasing. Not so with her - Her armored uniform complemented a well-kept shape, thin waist, pleasing curvature of the rear, and perky breasts - But all faded in the sight of her fur. Dark as the night, but with almost luminescent white accents, a clear mark of a favourable ancestry.

He refocused. Trailing behind the feline mercenary, he couldn't help but have a distant feeling that something was going awry. He ignored this instinct, as they drew nearer the entrance to the back alley, which was littered with cables and equipment, but with no clearly discernible end in the stupendous downpour.

The silhouettes he'd glimpsed earlier had now materialised into the forms of a monstrously huge bull-hybrid of some description (it was difficult to make out), and as his companion, a much smaller-looking reptile. From his sidewards glances, (as they started trailing behind the two, evidently part of a team,) he could conclude that the smaller one had dragons as his ancestors at one point in his generational history. He could have been said to be about the size of a human, if anyone on Sxenturia knew what that meant.

He was led through a series of what seemed to be maintenance access areas for supply centres (which had long-since been replaced with matter-transference beams), which in turn led into an old selection of service tunnels for the city's extensive climate control systems. Obviously, they had not been in use for several decades, owing to the fact that the furs of Sxenturia actually preferred the natural seasons of their planet, rather than the once-imposed artificial summer which lasted forever. Much of the system lacked water-tight roofs, so though the rain was dampened somewhat by the steel of the electronic maze, everything was still wet, and they were still wading through a few inches of streaming water.

At long last, they came to a sealed-off door, leading into a seemingly dark chamber. With a distinct, echoing rattle, the feline withdrew an actual vintage-looking keychain from one of her pockets. Stationary for a few moments now, Frank took the opportunity to take in his surroundings, and his wordless companions. The bull he'd oggled earlier was of intimidating stature, towering over pretty much anything near him. His combat armor could barely contain the muscles buried beneath it, and the staunch look in his pitch-black eyes meant business-or-death. There was no sign of a weapon on any of them, but Frank surmised they had one of the newer Matter-Energy Storage belts, with which furs could now comfortably carry untold amounts of items, regardless of weight or size. Not, though, that the bull looked like he needed it. His broad chest was flanked by unnaturally large, and powerful-looking shoulders, and arms to match. The fox gulped slightly at the sight of him.

In the corner of his eye, he spotted a spiked tail, which he followed, and discovered to be connected to their reptilian companion. By no means could he be described as scrawny or undesirable - Sxenturian reptilians were naturally slimmer than their mammalian counterparts - but in the shadow of the taurine monstrosity standing beside him, any comparison would be unfavorable. That is not to say that Frank feared him less than his counterpart - Reptilians had earner a reputation of unsurpassed agility and ruthlessness on the sex-crazed streets of Sxenturia, and Frank was not eager to put this to the test.

The door, creaking from disuse, opened sideways, and allowed them entrance to a closed-off chamber with an archaic lighting system, and metal-paneled concrete walls. There was no real distinguishable feature to the room that might betray its main use, or any other use for that matter. The she-panther gestured inside, and Frank was not about to contest her will. He stood in the middle of the room, not knowing what to expect.

"So where's my contact?" he dared.

The mercenary peered at him, and spoke softly. "Patience." She nodded at the bull. Frank cringed. The monster lumbered forwards, looking Frank directly in the eyes. His pupils dilated in the onsetting darkness. Rain poured in from the crevices in the ceiling.

"Don't worry, foxy..." the bull rumbled, in a deep voice equally intimidating in a whisper as it would be in a shout. "This is all procedure."

"We got the order to check you out." the lizard spoke unexpectedly. He smiled. "Boss received the recommendation from your previous 'client'. Sent [b]us[/b]," he gestured to his teammates. "To assess whether you're all you're chalked up to be."

"To see," the female finished, "If you're worth the risk."

Frank gulped, knowing where this was headed. "Can't he find out for himself?"

"He'd rather not.", the dark, looming form said.

"Besides," his female counterpart continued. "He's okay with trusting out judgment... Or, rather..."

"My judgment." The deep voice struck as thunder. Fears confirmed. Frank could see the giant reaching for his waist, and a 'click' followed, disengaging his armor's BodyLock. Some of the metallic parts fell off the bulging apparition, though others were still supported by his ample chest, similarly gigantic shoulders, or otherwise caught in between bundles of muscle.

"I suggest you follow suit, Reds, last time Cophys had to force one of our targets into submission... Well.." The she-cat smiled maliciously. "Let's just say, sometimes he doesn't know his own strength."

"Message received.", Frank croaked. He took off his shirt, revealing his Perfecture heritage. It had been some time since he'd had release, so his balls were uncomfortably clenched in between his well-formed legs.

The taurine shrugged the rest of his attire off him, and stepped forward into the pale light. Black-haired and angular, handsome (for his species, which Frank was not very much into), he cracked his neck and several of his other joints to improve mobility. Frank was already way past any conception of a fight, choosing instead to let the bull take the lead, and go no further than necessary. - So long as no-one mentioned his trigger-name, the plan was safe.

The larger male called Cophys wasn't going to wait much longer. He stood there, and closed his eyes for a moment, seemingly concentrating on something - Something, indeed. His bulge, which had hitherto remained relatively inconspicuous as it was wrapped up in tight military underwear, black-on-black, instantly grew more prominent, stretching out the fabric - soon to breaking point. Within seconds, a tearing sound ripped through the chamber, and the taurine's two companions smiled at the familiar sight of the gigantic penis, standing out and proud, veiny and unsheathed. As though an afterthought, he reached down a large hand to rid the rest of his endowments of the torn cloth, letting the entire business hang freely. If the gigantic, bulging muscles (now more visible than ever before) weren't enough to intimidate Frank, who himself was in no way slight, the monumental size of the bull's sexual organs would be. He watched as the room-wide chest and abs moved hypnotically with the slow rate of the giant's breath, the many-inched member below twitching with the bull's other life-rythm.

The fox's own penis, no match for the bull's fertility-pole, was easily coaxed out of its flaccid state, despite the fox's rampant intimidation. Frank tried to pretend that he didn't notice, but another "Your funeral..."-look from the pantheress quickly convinced him there was nothing else to it. Contrary to his rival's dramatic reveal, the fox surreptitiously undid himself of his pants and undergarments, and his swollen testicles and hard cock flopped out. The bull-creature raised an eyebrow at the sight of the fox-testicles. Impressed? Hmph.

The bull came at him without hesitation, and grabbed the smaller male into a tight embrace, body-to-body, the fox's snout pressed savagely to the bull's insanely hot chest, his own chest chafing against the shadows of the bull's abs. "Ready or not..." the earth-shaking quality of the giant's voice was ever greater through the acoustic effect of his chest. Frank resisted the urge to lick the hardening, large nipples, crowning each side of the bull's front.

The wall was cold and damp, and Frank would have been able to spend more time considering this if he hadn't been in so much pain from being thrown into it with the force that he had been. The hot breath of the bull in his neck, he didn't seem to want to lose any time in the-

"YEAAAAOW!" the fox yelled.

"Whussat, foxy? Never been... Oh no... Mmmmmmmh..." The bull was surprised at the tightness of the fox's hole. "Never been a bottom before, bitch?" He tried to massage the vulpine sphincter with his overlarge hand, before trying the tip of his glorious member again. It wasn't going to be easy."

"Eeergh-UUURRRHHHHHH!!" Frank clamped down, trying to block the pain out. The tip wasn't even halfway in yet, and it was hurting like hell. Payback, maybe, for his first few times with Aggie? She never appeared to mind, though... But the fox knew exactly what the blissful tightness of his hole would do to his partner, and whether he wanted to or not, he was going to be 'broken in' properly.

"Ohhhh... yeah...." the bull crooned, still applying pressure through his member. He could feel the ass attempting to relax, but every time it tightened in reflex, it heightened his experience. An inch further in, and the fox was veritably yelping in pain, grabbing the metal panelling on the wall, and through his own ample strength, denting and tearing bits right off.

The feeling was as though a train had taken a detour into his ass. He was so overwhelmed by the situation that he didn't know how to react. Certainly, it was painful - his butt was being wrecked for the first time, and by such a large natural endowment, at that, but there was also a greater sensation - One of fullness so profound, that gradually with every inch the pain was driven out a bit further. The monster-cock wasn't even halfway in yet when the fox turned bleary-eyed, and his rear muscles simply gave in to the relentless push.

The bull, still reveling in the insane tightness of the bum-virgin's hindquarters, at this point started to move his rump back and forward, sliding his cock half-in, and almost all the way out again. Such an operation required dexterity, but the bull was a master at the arts. Gradually, the clenching pressure lessened, inviting him to go yet deeper, driving himself further up the unfortunate fox's insides. But somehow, said fox didn't seem to care anymore. He looked dazed out in front of him, but actively pressed back against the wall. He seemed almost to enjoy it. So it went on for a few moments, with the gigantic beast rocking back and forth with his similarly huge member buried deep into the ass of the previously unwilling vulpine.

He heard a distinct groan from somewhere in front of him, and he stopped his advance for a brief few seconds, though staying comfortably inside his little toy. "What's that?"

"P...please..." his 'victim' muttered. "M...More."

The bull was astounded. He was used to fucking furs mindless, for real. Furs needed hospitals when Cophys was done having his way with them, they were crazed out of their skulls, not actually into it. Perhaps this would turn out to be a mutually pleasing situation - his first.

"Ohh, please..." the fox's voice strengthened, and moaned more lustfully now. The overwhelming fullness, the warmth, the unprecedented euphoria that this penetration brought him, had taken over any sense of caution and regret. Pain was nowhere to be found - that would come later. All he wanted now, was cock. All of it. Inside him.

And he got it. With newfound enthusiasm, the muscular bull drove his meat further into his mate, and felt himself even grow in girth - this was turning him on more than usual. His balls contracted pleasantly, and a pressure built up below his navel.

"Yeeeeesss..." the fox crooned, cock splurting out copious amounts of precum, which mixed with the water on the floor.The final few inches were unceremoniously shoved into him, hitting God-knows-what deep behind his own muscled exterior. He looked down towards his precum-soaked chest and abs, and was surprised to find a bulge behind his normally flawless, ripped abdominals.

Then, the fox received the first ever heart-felt fucking Cophys had ever given. He slipped himself in and out with increasing animosity, his belly slamming into the tight, red-furred ass, the ever-slight coating of fat over his protruding abs rippling in the aftershock of each thrust. On and on he fucked, building up towards an orgasm which he wasn't sure either of them would survive.

"It... Feels... So... Uhnnnh.... Fantastic...." the fox grunted. The distinct shadow of the bull's ample endowment thrust back and forth underneath his rippling abs. Pre-cum was audibly splattering into the puddle draining away beneath them. Unsure whether he could keep his composure whilst being fucked as roughly as this, he tried to move his mind away from the unspeakable sensations he was having, trying desperately not to blow his load.

For the bull, whose sex-crazed eyes had turned a mindless white in the stupor, the pace quickened. He could feel his balls becoming very tight, and he puffed out his chest to assert his dominance over his quarry. An instinctual, primal reaction to the base-level mind he had been reduced to. He threw his head back, breathing heavily, the pressure beneath him reaching untold levels...

"OH GODS!" the fox roared, not being himself. His testicles had bloated to rival basketballs, and the sensation had become too much. With an ungodly spluttering, bright-white fox cum sprayed from his cock, into the running water beneath the two. The force of the ejaculation shoved him back onto his impromptu lover's penis, which drove him to gasp in shock at the sensation that it caused. It overwhelmed everything, overrode the bull's mind, and with a great churning noise, his gigantic balls, too, contracted visibly.

All turned to cum. The echoing chamber was filled with the animal grunts and roars of both the fox and the bull, and the running rainwater soon turned to a milky substance which the teammates-turned-voyeurs quickly stepped back from. The fox's belly, which had always been so pristine in its carved eight-pack bloated out, his belly button straining under the pressure. The bull was overcome with the force of his own orgasm, and shot back out of his bottom-fox with an almost comical 'pop'.

The pantheress and the reptilian looked on in amazement as the two collapsed to the floor, splashing in their combined cum-juices, which amounted to more than the continuously pouring rain. Their testicles deflated, and their cocks' splurting of semen lessened to a slight pour, then a drip. The bull ended first, the fox, much to their combined amazement, last.

Presently, the heavily-breathing fox lifted up his twitching member in its half-erect state, and gazed at it with a feeling of defeat. Now he was harmless, for at least a day or two. He fondled his balls idly, wondering when they would be ready once again. He rubbed his paws over cum-soaked belly-fur, noticing that he had developed a slight cum-gut. Instantly, he gurgled and turned over just in time to vomit - and the same white substance that could be seen flowing away into the drainage systems came gushing out of his mouth. Some of it sprayed out of his ass, too, and his belly diminished greatly. As he regained his senses further, something happened that he'd feared ever since the fuckfest started - He groaned in pain as his tail-hole became sore, and gradually became much worse. He could only yelp when it reached its apex.

As the vulpine bottom raised up his blurred vision to the ceiling, a monstrous shadow which he would otherwise have recognised towered over him, blocking out the light of the fluorescents mounted on the ceiling.

He could just see a flick of the bull's arm, felt a sharp pain to the cranium, and Frank was out.

* * *

The dank hallways of the Movement's HQ hummed with the sound of the ventilation systems, which dated back at least a century. In one of the rooms which lay deep in the nest of the rebellion, a grey shadow moved with hurried steps down a flight of stairs, and through several maintenance hatches. He came to a halt outside of a metal door, and briefly took note of the musky odour which seemed to be emanating from the room beyond. Putting it out of his mind, he raised his eyes to the nametag adorning the entryway. His eyes were tired, and there was evidence of tears recently shed.

Presently, he opened the creaking door, and promptly launched himself into the converted storage room beyond - He did not see the gigantic mess everywhere, the questionable spots on some parts of the carpet and walls, or the private terminal that the room's inhabitant had made himself, he saw only the hybrid of a lynx, panther, and some other unidentified breed, which lay sprawled on the makeshift bedding, asleep. The Master eyed him momentarily, the feline was mostly unclothed. His abundant pectorals moved up and down at the steady rate of his slumbering breath, and the merest shadow of abdominal muscles could be seen on his belly, which was nothing other than beautiful. Before waking him up, he stole another glance at the favorable-looking arms and legs, which seemed to be in a most uncomfortable position, and he came back to the face of the man-cat, which was angular and handsome, if not slightly overgrown with his youthful fur. The naked body presented a wide range of fur-colours, from the lightest beige to stripes and spots of deepest brown. The wolf lowered and closed his eyes for a few seconds, rueful for what had to be done.

He cleared his throat.

In the jumpy, lightning-fast reaction for which felines are so well-known, Josh bolted up, already blurting out half of an excuse. The Master silenced him with an outstretched paw.

Their eyes met, grey into green. Old to young. Understanding.

"N...News?" Josh croaked, fearful.

"The worst, Joshua... The very worst." The wolf collapsed into the least violated-looking seat. The cat bolted to his large paws, ready to assist the tired-looking wolf, forgetting for the moment that he was for the most part naked. The Master refused any help, and spoke softly:

"Frank's been captured. All ... all is lost..."

A sinking sensation beset the feline, and he sat back down onto what could only liberally be called his 'bed'. After a few moments, he asked: "Wh-what now?"

The Master did not move for quite some time. The whirring of a mobile communications unit broke the silence. It stopped, and the Master sat back up, (with uncommon ease for one presumed so old). His eyes were frighteningly keen and focused, as they bore into Josh's.

"You."

"M...Me?!" the cat stammered.

The wolf nodded. "I've already sent Aggie up for your first session."

The feline blinked in surprise, at a loss for words, uncertain whether he should applaud or protest.

The Master had gotten up without Josh realising (most unusual for a feline, it must be said) and as he reached the door he looked back, with a mutinous expression on his face.

"Though ... assuming my suspicions are sound ... You and Agatha are already ... 'acquainted', ... hmmh?"

Smirking, he exited the musky room, leaving the stunned feline behind. War was on his mind as he passed the large-bosomed, smiling she-wolf around the corner.

End of Phase II

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