Midnight Mission
It was the bewitching hour, nothing so crude as midnight of course. Anyone can be a witch at midnight under a full moon. It was past 3 am and he had been awoken by a hand on his shoulder, shaking him urgently. His eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling and the usual questions of "Who am I?" "Where am I?" "Am I wearing clothes?" filled his head and were promptly banished. A finger pressed against his lips and words were whispered into his ear barely above the threshold of hearing, the voice one of a distant memory his sleep addled brain could not yet recollect.
"I want to tell you a secret." A deep, seductive voice said beyond his scope of sight as he realized he was chained down to the bed by his arms and legs. "I've been watching you for quite a while Fenrir." It was certainly not the predicament he was in last night; the black wolf distinctly remembered he had finished a large slaughterhouse pizza and two liter alone before he settled on his couch for a long night of television. What he didn't remember is how he got from there to being chained up on some stalkers bed, thankfully still in his pajama bottoms at least.
"Wha-what do you want from me?" Fenrir stammered slightly as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He silently hoped this was some sort of sick practical joke, like those reality series where they try to scare the crap out of someone. It didn't make any sense why someone wanted to kidnap him, he believed himself to be rather unremarkable. There was nothing he had that anyone worthwhile would want... his eyes widened slightly as his mind hinted at the sick and twisted things that may befall his poor body.
His capturer seemed to realize what ran through the young wolf's mind, which drew a small chuckle from the stranger as he felt him fiddle with the clasps around his hands. "Relax Fenrir, you will not be harmed, at least not while under my protection. In fact, I'm going to release you from your binds right now so we can talk face to face. Just don't run away, that's going to make things difficult."
As soon as he felt the cool metal come off his wrists he bolted upright, only to find himself face to face with a rather handsome dragon, his silver scales so shiny he could almost see himself in them and sapphire eyes like gemstones. It almost looked like he was face to face with a statue, except that he grinned at him slyly as he undid his ankles as well. He also realized that he was dressed in a very nice three-piece suit, something extremely expensive looking. The dragon was all in all extremely handsome, and as he watched him he could help but feel... something towards him. He quickly turned away, he wasn't good at hiding his emotions and he didn't want his potential kidnapper to get any wrong signal.
"So what the hell is going on?" He said as he got up and away from the bed. "You've basically kidnapped me and held me prisoner here in what I'm assuming is some cheap hotel room from the peeling wall-paper and uncomfortable bed. Then you tell me that you've been watching me, you know my name, and for what? This sounds like one of those government conspiracy things where they pluck you from your home because you think Area 51 exists. I mean, I work at a video store for crying out loud."
"Well... you may not be as far off as you might think." The dragon replied as he walked over to the small table and opened up a very expensive briefcase. "I work for a government organization, and the reason we've brought you here is because time has become of the upmost importance. There's very little time for me to explain more, but realize that what I want to ask you to do is going to be very dangerous for you but vital for our country. You may think you're unimportant, but you're the only one who can do this." Fenrir watched as the dragon walked over to him and handed him a file with the words 'classified' stamped all over it. "I watched you long enough now to know you; you want to do something that is greater than yourself, something that will help the world. This will save countless lives."
Fenrir looked down at the manila envelope, then up at the dragon that gave it to him. The whole situation seemed surreal, something one dreamt about in their idle time. It was certainly true that it was a secret fantasy of his, to be the hero that saves the day. His main curiosity, though, was what possible talent he could possess that would make him so valuable to possess. Slowly he started to open the file, but the silver dragon quickly stopped him and ushered him to the door.
"You can read that on the plane." The dragon said with a hurried tone. "Preparations have been made for us to leave immediately. Good to have you aboard Fenrir."
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Four hours later the two were in a taxi cab on his way downtown through a very large city. The dragon, who referred to himself as Silver, had briefed him on the plane on what his 'mission' was. Once more it felt to Fenrir that he had stepped onto the set of some sort of spy movie as he was handed a number of documents, especially when he was given an injection of bluish-black liquid, though the excitement of it all far outweighed any fear he had at the moment about it.
From what Silver explained to him, another agent named Cynder had uncovered a cult that seemed to have been mind-controlled through some type of new chemical. While the cult itself was relatively harmless, he believed that it was more of test for the chemical to see if it actually worked. Cynder also managed to trace it back to the company it may have come from, but unfortunately before he could get out of deep cover he somehow received a dose of that same chemical. Cynder had become a fanatic as well, and even turned feral after the extraction team got him out; they had to put him into a chemical coma in order to keep the mind-controlling serum from permanently damaging his psyche.
That's where Fenrir came in; what he and Cynder had in common apparently was an extremely rare gene defect, something the black wolf wasn't even aware of. Through that gene and the special serum injected into him on the plane, which Silver called 'Doppleganger', he was able to transform his body into that of another living humanoid creature. After he was officially sworn in to service, Fenrir would take Cynder's place as the deep cover agent to raid this corporate science facility and find the mind-control chemical and its antidote.
As the cab pulled up to a rather large club, Silver gave him a tiny device to put into his ear. "It'll allow me to talk to you even though I can't be in there." He explained. "Most agents get years of training, you've gotten a two hour briefing. Still, you have Doppleganger on your side, and that's more than most people who go into deep cover. I've also hooked your earpiece up to a tactical technician that can help you along the way, so don't be alarmed if you hear another voice over the line, ok?"
Fenrir swallowed hard and nodded, then got out of the taxi and waved the dragon off. It was hard for the wolf to believe the most important part of his mission was to go clubbing, but there he was as he showed his id to the bouncer to get inside. Once inside the 'lobby area', he adjusted his almost uncomfortably tight black leather pants and mentally psyched himself up for what laid ahead. On the other side of the black steel door he could hear the heavy club music beat, and after one last deep breath opened the door and plunged himself inside.
The club was everything he expected to see, a mass of furs, all male, bumped and grinded against one another as the flashing lights and loud music threatened to overwhelm him. He frowned as he tried to look around; trying to find anyone on the dance floor was next to impossible with the lights and smoke that obscured everything. He quickly made his way out of the main traffic flow and to the bar, where a handsome, young red fox bobbed his head to the music as he served drinks.
"Hey there sexy, what'll it be?" The fox asked him as he twirled the glow-stick around his neck. "You look like a Midnight Blitz to me; I have a thing for knowing drinks and people."
"Actually, I was wondering if there was someone here." Fenrir replied with as much of a smile as he could muster in his nervous state. "A really well built horse, muddy brown mane, chestnut coat, green eyes, name's Kyle?"
"Kyle?" The bartender replied and returned his smile as he poured another patron, a blue-scaled lizard-man in a very tight pvc tank top and shorts, a drink. "I think I've already seen him, he's probably on the dance floor. If you wait a while I'm sure that he'll be up here again shortly. What would you like in the meantime sweetie?"
Fenrir took the fox's advice and got a Midnight Blitz, which turned out to be a black drink that was heavy on the vodka, and waited. He mused over what Silver had told him about the horse as he did so, that the equine preferred to dominate predators sexually. That made the wolf a perfect lure, and as he needed the horse's DNA to transform it worked out well for everyone. The only thing that made him nervous was that horses are very well endowed, plus he had never just gone out and picked up a random male before...
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he heard someone whisper in his ear, "heard you were looking for me little wolfie", which caused his hair to stand up on end slightly. He slowly turned his head to see his target as he leaned against the bar, the horse dressed with a tight leather harness that crossed over in an x over his very muscular chest. Fenrir subconsciously licked his lips at the sight, particularly at the rubber that fit very snuggly around his groin. "If you buy me a drink, I'll let you tell me about yourself."
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After an hour or so, Fenrir found himself being led up to a very nice apartment by the very good-looking horse. "Welcome to my love nest wolfie." As Kyle opened the door, the wolf couldn't help but gasp at the sheer luxury of it. The floor was covered in an extremely plush white carpet; Fenrir could feel his feet sink into it as he was led past the black leather couches and very large television. Silver told him that the horse was one of the lead scientists of the company they were investigating, but he hadn't realized it paid that well. He felt a bit... inadequate, but the horse still took an interest in him enough to bring him here for the night.
When they got to the bedroom the décor changed only slightly, the mammoth four-poster bed took up most of the room with the rest dominated by mahogany furniture. He could feel the horse behind him as strong hands ran down his chest and abs, as well as the hot breath on the back of his neckfur. As he was slowly led towards the bed, Fenrir also noticed chains that hung from the sides of the bed connected to reinforced latex cuffs. The same chains were found on the floor too, he almost tripped on one as he was brought to the edge and felt his tail against the silken sheets.
"The safeword is onions." The horse whispered softly into Fenrir's ear as the wolf felt one of those latex cuffs secured around his wrist.
"The whatnow?" Fenrir asked before he was shoved face-first onto the bed. The cool black material of the cuffs made him shudder slightly as his other wrist was secured, and the next second both his ankles were bound quite expertly as well. The wolf wondered exactly what he got into as he tried to flip around, only to have the chains tighten and leave him sprawled out on his stomach. He felt a sudden weight on his back as the horse hopped up and straddled him.
"That's a good little wolf bitch." The horse sneered as he felt strong hands against his back. Fenrir managed to get his head up, the headboard mirrored to see the horse on top of him. Somewhere during his binding, the horse somehow had donned a black leather mask during the binding and had a primal look in his eyes. He also felt the horse's thick member pressed against his thigh. From the feel alone it was over a foot long and rather girthy, his muscles tensed slightly at the thought of it inside of him. He watched from the mirror as Kyle slid a latex collar with leash on it. "Now... who's your alpha?"
"I... I don't know- ung!" Fenrir gasped as the collar tightened around his neck. He was lifted off the bed by it, his back cracked slightly as he was bent back. He tried to reach the collar or leash, but the chains kept his arms away. For the first time he realized he had gotten himself into a situation where he was completely powerless. Silver didn't tell him about the bondage aspect... he was possibly in a lot of trouble here.
Another sharp tug from the leash brought him back to reality, as well as a very low growl from the horse. "You... you are." Fenrir said meekly, after which he was dropped back down onto the bed.
"Better." Kyle replied as pulled the chains to spread his legs out even more. "Though for the time being you'll be calling me 'master'. You got that bitch?"
"Yes... master." Fenrir replied, his ears drooped as felt the horse's thick, dripping tool rub against his ass for a bit of lubrication. He could feel his powerful thighs press against him as his tight walls were pushed apart by the massive cock, a strangled gasp escaped his throat as the horse spared him little pleasantry. The chains strained as Fenrir pulled hard from the initial insertion, he writhed as much as he could with Kyle pressed against him in the bed. There was nothing he could do but take inch after inch of the pulsing member as it continued to fill him.
Finally, after an eternity of agonizing, burning pleasure, he felt the satisfied bump of horsehair against his furry rump. Kyle was gracious enough to give him a minute to adjust as his insides burned from the strain. It was bigger than he imagined, he swore he could feel the veins as they throbbed inside of him. After a short while the horsecock began to slide out of him, his tailhole greedily tried to keep it inside of him before it was pushed back into him. Soon his thrusts became more frenzied, and the two quickly became inflamed in lust.
After a rather disappointingly short duration, he felt the horse's muscles tense above him. With a loud whinny, Kyle's hot seed flooded his bowels. He felt the horse's body collapse on top of him, his chest heaved against his back. The wolf felt his mostly ignored erection throbbed as he tried to wiggle out of the restraints, though the cock lodged firmly in his backside didn't help. He was in a bind, his mission was completed but there was no way he could leave.
"Master..." Fenrir tried to sound as pitiful as possible. "Now that you're finished, can I be on my back so that I may see you?"
"Well... I suppose." Kyle replied with a grin. The wolf could feel the latex restraints being loosened and he was unceremoniously flipped onto his front. "Now, how about a second round-" before the horse could finish his sentence, Fenrir lunged up and bit him on the shoulder. The horse quickly stumbled back and held onto the wound, and he glared at him before his eyes started to droop. Before long he fell over, completely unconscious.
Fenrir was immensely grateful Silver had supplied him with a stun venom delivery system behind his canines. The horse wasn't going to be up for the next three or four hours, which gave him plenty of time to do what he had too. He grabbed his identification and car keys, and then put on what he thought might have been his work clothes. They looked rather ridiculous on him; even as well-built as he was Kyle was at least a head above him and extremely well-muscled. But while they hung very loosely on him at the moment, that was about to change.
He concentrated; the equine DNA recently injected into his system was quickly integrated through Doppleganger. He felt a strong tingling sensation pass through his entire body as the new DNA was quickly rewired throughout his own. The first to change was his body size; he could feel his muscles and skeleton shift and grow. The muscles thickened immensely until the clothing he wore fit him rather well.
Next was his fur, the black sheen turned brown as the fur itself grew into long horsehair, which coated his entire body. As it draped down his groin his normally tapered, modest length penis ballooned out into a proud piece of horse flesh. His biggest change, however, was his facial features as the skull began to reform itself. It was the strangest sensation, almost like he had to sneeze as his muzzle pushed out into a more equine shape. His headfur grew out down his neck into a very nice mane, and as his changes finished it ended with his eyes that turned from yellow to brown.
"Hi, my name is Kyle." Fenrir said with his new, deeper voice. It was eerie how he looked identically like the horse that lay asleep on the floor. "I'm a horse and I like dominating other predators and my job pays me really well apparently." He stuck out his tongue at the mirror, and then walked out of the bedroom. Before he left he grabbed Kyle's laptop, mostly to glean any personal information out of it about his mannerisms, but it would have to be in the cab on the way to Kyle's lab as time was of the essence.
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"I see you've completed the first part of your mission." Silver said with a small grin as the horse hopped into the waiting car. "Quite the amazing specimen of horse, and if I didn't know any better I could swear you're the same one that led a poor, innocent wolf up to his room."
"Yeah, you didn't say anything about that guy being a total freak." Fenrir replied as he opened the laptop. "If I hadn't talked him into letting me go, I'd still be chained up there while he used me."
The dragon laughed a little as he patted him on the back. "Occupational hazard I'm afraid. But you got the charisma to work it, that's something that Agent Cynder had as well. With that and Doppleganger we can work wonders without ever having to fire a gun, if we do it right."
"If you don't mind my asking, what happened to Agent Cynder?" Fenrir asked. He couldn't help but notice that when Silver said Cynder's name, there was a glint of sadness that crossed his face. Not to mention as he asked, he immediately turned his head away and looked down. "You don't have to tell me... I was just curious."
"Oh no, it's quite alright." Silver replied. "Cynder was our first Doppleganger agent, one of the best we had. He was a red dragon, though after he was able to control his shifting a little better he appeared in all manner of forms, and could infiltrate anywhere. But as we were looking into a rather large cult, which we found out was being controlled by this mind-control drug, he somehow got contaminated with it. It was slow at first, but soon he became unstable, almost fanatical. We had to put him into a chemical coma, because normal binds couldn't restrain him you see."
"You really liked him, didn't you?" Fenrir said. "The way you talk about him, there's sadness in your voice when you spoke of him needing to be put down."
"Yes... I suppose I did." Silver replied, once more with an extremely sad undertone. "We were lovers actually, hid it from everyone. It always worried me when he went out on missions, especially after they recruited him for Doppleganger, considering the primary method of gaining exact replicas of people. It became harder when my scales started to turn silver as a side effect of the Doppleganger. No matter what, no matter how many people he had to sleep with on missions, he promised me though that he would never give his true form to anyone but me." Fenrir started to apologize, but Silver quickly waved him off. "Now is not the time for that, I assume you've already cracked his laptop?"
Fenrir was about to shake his head no, but as he looked back down at the laptop he noticed he was at the main screen. "Come now Fenrir, let's get to work." Silver said as he scooted next to him. The former wolf felt a slight blush to his cheeks as their bodies brushed up against one another, a strange yet very nice feeling. But now was not the time for that, he chided himself, he had to focus on becoming a whole new person.
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It took almost half an hour before the cab arrived at the impressive scientific facility where Kyle worked, Fenrir whispered a silent prayer before he paid the cabbie and proceeded to walk through the glass doors. He felt doubly uncomfortable at this point, not only was he inside of a building he knew nothing about that was possibly doing illegal research, but he was in a body that wasn't his. He wasn't even sure how the horse acted in the workplace, aside from some e-mails and memos from his laptop.
Luckily Silver was in his ear the entire time, along with another agent whose voice sounded vaguely familiar but certainly knew what he was doing. Through their combined efforts he made his way past the main lobby and into the restricted section of the lab, thanks to Kyle's id card and Fenrir's perfect mimicry of his retinal scan and voice pattern. It was then that Fenrir realized why he and Doppleganger was so important to Silver and his organization, at the moment he was the ultimate infiltration tool, most modern security was useless against him now. The thought made him a little giddy, and also slightly aroused...
Fenrir shook his head to clear his head, he was on a mission of vital importance in an extremely dangerous location and he started to get his rocks off on the thrill of it. He focused his thoughts as he passed through another layer of security, trying to flash Kyle's winning smile towards the night guards. Luckily they seemed more interested in whatever late-night sports program was on their television. Once he was past the final layer of security and into the lab proper, he had to find his way to the secure servers to find the formula for the mind-control serum and its antidote.
"Hey Kyle." Someone said behind him, which caused him to nearly jump out of his skin. "What are you doing back here? I thought you were out clubbing for the night."
Fenrir quickly turned around to see cute leopard in a white lab-coat that stood behind him, with a nametag that read 'Simon'. He recognized him from a few of Kyle's e-mails; Simon was the head of the computer team for the lab, and also they apparently had a fling some time ago. "Oh, yeah man, just some things I forgot in my locker. You know, personal items." Fenrir winked at him, which caused Simon to blush slightly as he moved on.
"Oh, ok." Simon said as Fenrir left. "That's good, I thought you may have needed to do some work or something and I already locked down the servers for the night."
Fenrir stopped dead in his tracks when heard that. "The computer servers? The ones that would need your biometrics to unlock?" He turned to see the leopard nod, and then begin to walk away. Fenrir muttered to himself, and then followed Simon to the small office room. When they both got in, Fenrir used his horse strength to push Simon down on the floor and close the door behind him.
"Kyle?!" The leopard exclaimed as he turned around to face him. "What are you doing?"
"Something I should have done a long time ago." The horse replied as he stripped off the leopard's pants. "I know what you want, and I want to give it to you." Before he could protest further, he put his mouth onto his rapidly hardening member and licked around it with his thick horse tongue. All that escaped the leopard's lips was a moan as he began to suckle in earnest; one hand massaged his furry sac while the other went up and rubbed his chest beneath his clothing. The leopard was reduced to a writhing pile of fur and muscle as Fenrir took the entirety of the feline rod into his muzzle as he attempted to get him off as quick as possible.
It didn't take long, with his intense ministrations the leopard suddenly tensed up before blowing his load with a muffled roar. His new muzzle bulged slightly as the hot cum flooded it, and he swallowed as much of salty fluid as he could. Once the jets of seed subsided he pulled off, but not before he nicked the leopard's member with his stun venom...
A few minutes later a leopard stepped out of the office, dressed in the same lab coat as he hurried down the hallway to the server room. When he got there he used his biometrics to open the system, and once more the technician in his ear told him how to crack the system and download the necessary files. It took a few minutes, but with the help of the voice in his ear he managed to reroute the wiring and reprogram the system to accept his own usb device.
Just as the download completed, however, the lights of alarms began to flash all over the place. "Oh crap! What the hell did I just do?" He shouted to himself as he pocketed the downloaded data. He wondered whether or not he did something with the computers, or perhaps maybe Kyle woke up early. Either way, he hoped he could get out before the security guards found the real Simon. If he could get out early enough, they may even help him out.
Strangely he found the pathway from the server room through the lab deserted. He thought it very fortunate of him, especially when he got to the atrium of the building and several guards passed by him without a second glance. He was surprised they didn't offer 'Simon' any help, but was nevertheless glad for the lack of attention. When he reached the main hallway, a small smile crossed his face as he knew he would be home free.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A deep, chilling voice said from behind him. "Now be a good little boy and show yourself." Fenrir gulped slightly and slowly turned himself around, his hands up in the air. What he saw was a large snakeman, his forest-green scales and yellow scutes glinted off the light as he slithered towards him, a pistol in one of his clawed hands. "I don't mean face me, though that certainly helps. I want to see your 'true form'."
He shuddered slightly, his spotted fur slowly grew out slightly and turned back to midnight black as his feline form reverted back to its canine counterpart. The snake seemed slightly surprised when he stared at the wolf and quickly pointed the gun at him. "An unregistered Doppleganger? Well, that won't do at all. Goodbye Mr. Wolf."
"I don't think so!" He heard Silver from behind him, out of the corner of his eye he could see the dragon behind him with his own pistol pointed at the snake. "You're not going to shoot him, not on your life Dr. Jamison."
"Well well, Dr. Silver." Jamison said as he looked over at Silver, but with his gun still trained on Fenrir. "I was wondering when you were going to show your face again. And let me guess, you're stealing the formula in order to save your beloved Cynder." His yellow, reptilian eyes turned back to the wolf, and he could see a smile creep on his face. "Ah... I see..."
"That's enough Doctor, I won't allow you to control him anymore." Fenrir turned and looked at Silver with surprise... Cynder was controlled by the same people who created Doppleganger! But now he was given Doppleganger, what does that mean for him? "The Company can't own him anymore, just let us go and we won't tell anyone about our research."
The snake just tsk tsked them both and waved the gun at the both of them. "I'm not letting you walk out of here with a multi-billion dollar piece of hardware. Just bring him back in and I might even consider giving you your old job back. You can still be Cynder's handler even though you tried to steal him away from us. You'll be under heavy surveillance, of course..."
"No deal, you bastard." Silver replied. "We're leaving and that's fin-" his sentence was interrupted as Jamison fired, which hit the dragon in the shoulder and caused him to cry out and fall backwards. Silver dropped the gun as he gripped his shoulder in pain while Fenrir knelt down and tried to help him with his wound. Fenrir looked up at the snake, who had slithered closer towards them.
"Don't worry, it's just a flesh wound you big baby." Jamison said with a bit of scorn as he pointed the gun down at him. "We'll get you treated and help out with that little problem of your disobedience of authority."
Just as the snake was about to help up the wounded dragon and continue his gloating, he heard the sound of a gun cocking next to his temple. "Highly brave of you, little wolf." Jamison spat as Fenrir held the gun steady next to his head. "But let me tell you this, if you escape with him, he's going to tear you apart to get the cure to his precious Cynder. You'll be destroyed, all because a spoiled dragon scientist can get his toy all to himself."
Silver glared daggers at the snake as he continued to clutch his bloody shoulder. "Do not listen to him Fenrir." Silver explained through ragged grasps. "He'll brainwash you, make you some robot that will just do his bidding so he can make money. I know this man, he is cruel and uncaring and will be nothing but cruel to you. I promise you that I can get you out of this fully intact."
Fenrir shook his head, his eyes darted between the smiling snake and wounded dragon. "Choose now, little wolf. Death, or a job here with meaning? Be here and be safe and sound, or be on the run forever? Give me the gun, and you will be my greatest asset." His hands shook silently as he continued to look back and forth, and with a halted breath he pointed to his target and pulled the trigger.
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The gunshot continued to echo in Fenrir's ears as he helped Silver out of the building and into a nearby cab, thankful they got out before security arrived on the scene as well. When they reached one he stuffed the dragon inside as quickly as he could before he jumped in himself. Once they were off he could feel his racing heart begin to settle down and his nerves begin to unwind. Silver too seemed to relax a bit, his wound had already stopped oozing blood as he began to dress it in earnest.
"Thank you Fenrir." Silver said as he winced in pain slightly. "Cynder and I owe you a great debt, with the information you've retrieved I can work out an antidote in no time. I've already got a place prepared to do so."
"No problem Silver." Fenrir replied, his eyes drifted lazily from him to the outside window as he watched patrol cars whiz by at incredible speed. "Although I would like to know the whole truth now, I mean, from the sound of it you guys just shirked the company you both were working for. Don't get me wrong, that Dr. Jamison guy seemed like a bad dude, but if I have to run away from a para-military government organization I would like to be prep- ow!"
Fenrir bolted around to see Silver with a very sad expression on his face as he pulled the syringe away from the wolf's neck. "I'm sorry Fenrir..." He said apologetically as he put the needle away.
"How... how could you?" Fenrir stammered as he felt his eyes beginning to droop. "I trusted you... you... promised..." His words began to slur as his entire body slumped forward. "Just... wanted... to... live..." as the last words escaped his lips everything went black.
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Once more the black wolf awoke chained down on a cheap hotel room bed, but this time as he stared up at the ceiling there were no questions that passed through his mind. He knew exactly who he was, exactly where he was, and that he shouldn't have clothing on at the moment. "I've got a secret to tell you." He whispered up at the dragon next to him.
"Is it that you still need to be chained down?" The silver dragon said as he sat there, fiddling with the bandages around his shoulder. The black wolf motioned with his head to come down closer to him. Silver leaned down, but Fenrir motioned for him to lean down even more. Soon they were almost muzzle to muzzle, and with a smile on his face the black wolf leaned up and kissed him full on the lips. Their tongues entwined, and stayed like that for some time before the dragon started to undo the binds.
"It's good to have you back Cynder." The dragon said happily as he popped the last shackle. "I missed you so much. The last few hours while I've been administering the antidote, watching you sleep, have been hell."
"A whole few hours, huh?" Cynder replied as he concentrated slightly, the black fur on his body quickly receded and his skin hardened into red scales as his form flowed into that of a dragon. "I guess your patience has been rewarded. I also see your alternate personality implantation worked beautifully, as well as that little earpiece with 'the technician' so I could still use my own knowledge to help myself out."
"Yeah, sorry I had to be subversive about it." Silver replied. "But if you became too aware of yourself then the Organization's programming would have kicked in, and I would have lost you once more to them."
"Once again, it was a genius plan from my genius handler." Cynder said with a smile. "You were the only one who could break their hold on me. I don't care if we have to run from them forever, I'm free now, free to be with you without being sent of missions. I just hope you didn't fall in love with Fenrir while you had to babysit him."
"Wouldn't dream of it, my love." Silver laughed as the red dragon jumped on top of him and forced him onto the bed. "Now let's see you put this dragon form to good use."