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A Thieving Wolf's Cop Problems

A Portal Games Story

For GlynWolf

by Draconicon

Glyn missed Tarin for a few minutes, but once he got absorbed in studying the jetpack, thoughts of the outside world started slipping away. It wasn't that the jetpack was just that much nicer than Tarin - though the deer had been a bit weird there at the end - but rather that the science and tech was just sufficiently different from his own world that he started wondering what it would be like to use it. The thrusters seemed to find fuel out of the air around the jetpack itself rather than carrying different power cells, and there seemed to be a neural strip down the spot where it would fit against the spine, ensuring that there was a constant directional feed from the user's brain. It was surprisingly advanced compared to stuff like a simple grapple hook, and the timber wolf was convinced that he'd put it to good use if he could take it with him.

The problem was, of course, getting it out of its case. It was one of the few devices in the R&D lab that had some sort of security around it, and it was rather extensive security, to put it mildly. He grunted as he picked one lock after another, eventually sorting through the various layers of protection and sliding the thick glass out of the way. Glyn nudged it off the table, setting it down. Surprised at the light weight, he checked the strip -

"Whoa!"

As soon as he touched it, the whole thing lit up, and he pulled his hand back to avoid a sudden burn from the dangerous piece of equipment. The end of it didn't fire, but did glow, and he could hear the engines inside rumbling, waiting for further commands.

"...Okay, that's cool..."

The timber wolf held his hand beneath the thrusters at the butt-end of the machine, half-expecting to feel a wash of heat coming off it, but there was no such thing. If anything, there was a great deal of humidity coming out of the back, but other than that, nothing.

"Huh...hydrogen, or...hmm..."

It was a clean burn, then, if that was the case. He'd have to be very careful flying with it, particularly if anyone managed to get right behind him, but that would be all the more powerful for keeping others off his ass.

With this jetpack, he could imagine himself becoming all but indispensable. And Tarin decided to run off just before he could get it. Man, that deer was -

Click.

The sound of a light switch flicking on was the most dangerous and alarming sound that any thief could hear. Glyn froze in mid-fondle of the jetpack, internally cursing himself as he made several decisions at lightning speed.

No, he couldn't just fly out while holding onto the jetpack.

No, there was no way that he was leaving it behind.

No, he was not going to just surrender .

And so it was that the timber wolf, so busy thinking, was unable to get out of the way as the cops rushed across the room and body-slammed him to the floor. He grunted as he went down, hitting the tiles harder than he expected, and the jetpack slid out of his reach, hitting the ground and bouncing a half-dozen feet towards the window.

"Well, that was fucking easy," one of the cops muttered, getting back to his feet. "What the hell? You climb up here and then decide that you're not gonna keep watch? Sloppy thief if ever I saw one."

"Take that back," Glyn muttered. "I'm the best thief that someone like you is ever gonna - mmmph!"

Getting what felt like a scaly hand against the back of his neck didn't make it easy to talk, particularly when it squeezed tight around his throat. He grunted at the claws that were pressing against the small of his throat, the tips of them so sharp that he was half-convinced that they were going to rip him open right then and there. For once, he did the smart thing and shut up.

"Heh, don't start giving us lip, kid. We're the real deal here. No rent-a-cops in this building."

"Hmm. Not from around here."

"Hmmm? Hmm, you're not wrong, Mido. Let's have a better look at him."

The other one - Mido - grabbed him by the wrists and pulled his hands behind his back. Glyn expected restraints, and he got them, though they were not the metal things that he expected. Instead, they felt almost like...rubber. His eyebrows went up, only for them to keep going as he felt the rubber expand, swelling out in sudden waves that rolled down his fingers and hands, covering his palms and sending the ends of his arms together in one rubbery, stretchy bulge that refused to bend or break.

"What the fuck?!"

"Hey, go ahead, start fighting. Let's see if you want to add a charge of 'Resisting Arrest' to work off," the first cop said. "He restrained, bud?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Turn him around. Let's get a look at him."

Just as the cops got a look at him - naked, exposed, and admittedly just a trifle hard from the rough handling and the odd rubber restraints on his wrists, Glyn got the chance to get a look at them. He was honestly rather impressed, and not just from the perspective of a thief getting the chance to see his rivals.

One cop was an eagle, the other was a giraffe, and they had their names on their chests in bright white letters against a deep black set of clothes. They looked like rubber in the case of both of them, thick and polished, and they were formfitting as could be. Each uniform ran down to a stirrup that went around the middle of their feet and then back up their legs, and then went all the way up to their necks. As he looked at their belts, he saw that both of them were equipped with some sort of accessory that created things. There was an emitter where the buckle would be, and he could see that the giraffe's one was still shimmering, probably having created the bands that were holding his arms behind his back.

It was rather hard to look away, too. Both cops were....rather well built, and even the eagle was thicker and stronger-looking than he was. The bird had arms that started thick and hard in the shoulders with powerful muscle and ended in strong forearms ending with talon-like fingers, while the giraffe stood taller, leaner, but with a corded strength in his limbs that made them look even longer, even more threatening. They looked like they could reach out and snag someone from across the room, and for all that he knew of the cops and their capabilities in this world, they might just be able to.

And, well, he wasn't entirely surprised to see that they both had rather full bulges, too. They seemed to stretch up, like the rubber that they wore was more of a painting than a real set of clothes. He blushed, his cock continuing to rise a little, too.

"What do you think, Mido?" the eagle asked, chuckling. "I think we caught ourselves a pervert here."

"Hmmm. Not sure."

"Not sure? Kid, look at him. He's naked, he's hard, and he's already squirming to show off a little more."

"I'm not exactly getting a choice here, you -"

"Quiet, meat."

"Meat?" Glyn blinked. "Are you - oh, you did not - Ah. AH!"

He gasped as the giraffe pressed a button on his belt and the rubber started climbing along the backs of his arms. Bit by bit, it pressed his arms tighter and tighter together, forcing his wrists to stay right at the base of his tail while the rest of his arms were bound up to the elbow. The pressure from behind thrust his chest forward, and he groaned as he was made to expose his pecs as much as he was his dick.

"Nnngh...okay...I get the picture, I get the picture. Shutting up."

"That's right, Meat," the eagle said. "Heh, think that he's going to end up on auction, or think someone's gonna have pity and send him to the Red Light district?"

"Hmm. Looks like a Red-Lighter to me, Heston."

"That's what I thought. You know how the law works here, kid?"

"Can you stop calling me that?" Glyn asked. "I'm pretty sure I'm as old as - nnngh! Alright, alright, kid, gotcha, gotcha."

It had crept up to just about halfway along his upper arms, and Mido had popped another restraint from his belt, holding it warningly between his fingers. All things considered, it looked like a gag, and considering how fucking effective the armband was, he didn't want to lose the chance to sweet-talk them, too.

But how the hell was he going to get out of this one? He had the cops on his ass now, and with the sun down, he doubted that there was much more than twelve hours before the portal out of this vacation round was gonna open. There wouldn't be time to get to it if he was sitting in a cell cooling his heels. What the hell was he going to do?

The only way out was the jetpack, and the cops were between him and it. What the fuck...what...the fuck...was he going to do about that?

The eagle stepped forward, the avian nearly two feet shorter than his giraffe partner but still a foot taller than the timber wolf. Glyn had to lean his head back to actually keep meeting the cop's eyes, something that he made himself do just to keep some hint of respect, even if he was blushing and throbbing more than he wanted to be. The eagle reached down, clawed fingers teasing the wolf's cock as it bobbed up and down in front of the authority figure.

"Something tells me that this isn't your first time in front of a cop like this, huh? Where you from, pup?"

"Nnnngh..."

"Heh, oh, I felt that throb. You like that, huh, pup? Sure as hell hung like one, compared to everyone else on the force."

"Nnngh...I'm not...from around here."

"Clearly. Well, this is how it's gonna work, pup. You're going to get an examination from the two of us. When we're sure you're not carrying any illegal shit, we're going to take you down to the station. Ain't much point in a court case, but there's gonna be one tomorrow. Not a lot of crime to block up the dockets. We'll show the footage here, pictures of a rope you left hanging outside -"

Goddammit Tarin.

"- and after that, the judge'll give you the chance to either go to auction to pay off your debt to the company, or you can go work as a whore in the Red Light District. Personally, I think you're gonna take the latter. You look like someone that'd prefer to whore his ass around to the biggest dicks around instead of doing hard labor, and the city's kind to the whores, anyway."

...Goddammit, dragon...

Draconicon smiled as he watched the demonstration of police oversight that Glyn was going through. This wasn't precisely 'typical' law enforcement behavior, but he had to admit that there was a bit of a double-standard when it came to taking care of criminals in his city.

In most cases, there were people that were committing fairly mundane crimes. Those tourists that were willing to sign up to be taken care of by the Dragon's Kink Guard - the rubber-wearing men that had managed to pin Glyn to the ground - as well as anyone in the city that had grown up there or immigrated, were taken care of by a kinked-up, rather fetishy sort of police force. They found those that violated the laws that the dragon handed down and prosecuted them through a rather kinked-up justice system that was, more often than not, something of a joke and a parody rolled into one. There was so little seriousness there that it really wouldn't have worked anywhere else, but it was meant to smack someone down just a bit and remind them that it wasn't a good idea to go around breaking the rules, even though it didn't hurt anyone in the long run to do it.

Anyone that went further...well, the Kink Guard were not so active there, though there were some much darker, more 'zealous' enforcers down that route. The more serious crimes - rape, attempted murder, etc. - were taken care of by other officials, and that was another matter.

A matter that didn't really need to be attended to at the moment, considering what was happening to Glyn. The cops had already picked him up and put him on one of the empty research worktables, and he could tell that they were getting ready to find out whether he had anything on his person. That meant that they were going to go very 'in-depth', and considering the lack of 'action' in the game so far, this was going to be really, really hot.

There was a buzz off to the side, but he ignored it. Probably someone else trying to get his attention, but they could wait a while.

"Well, Mido. You're the one with bigger hands. You go ahead."

"Bigger - what are you - ah...what...mmph..."

Glyn bit his lips as the larger giraffe grabbed hold of one of his ankles, pulling his foot up in the air and dragging rubber-coated digits down his foot. There was a warm wetness that slipped from those fingers to his foot, and he shivered as it started sinking into the pads along the bottom of his paw.

"Nnngh...fuck...don't tell me..."

"Aphrodisiacs. They also force the body to sweat a little, encouraging any drugs you might be on to come to the surface for a sample."

He could certainly feel the sweat pushing up and out through his fur as the giraffe's fingers stroked down between his toes, over his pads, and along his legs. Each new area touched by those rubber fingers started to feel heated almost immediately, like someone had left him close to a heat lamp set on high. He panted, his tongue hanging out as Officer Heston moved to his side, rubbing rubber-clawed fingers along his stomach, over his sides, poking and prodding at him.

"Just have to make sure that you don't have anything taped under your fur or anything like that."

"Nnngh...what kind...ah...ah..."

Glyn was struggling not to pant like a little whelp of a pup as those rubber hands kept teasing him. There was something about the heat that made it difficult - he'd never been one for hot climates - but it was worse than that. There was that sense of being more and more sensitive, too, and pinned on his back with his arms tied behind him, there was no way for him to hide what that was doing to his dick. It was rising up taller and taller, and when it could get no longer or harder at five inches, it just throbbed and oozed away on his belly. With his stomach having been one of the first things touched, he felt every bit of the dripping pre-cum oozing down over his stomach and running down along his waistline.

He moaned, curling his toes and feeling the fuzz between them tickling that space. He twitched, his hips grinding up as those rubber hands moved along his legs, running all the way down to his thighs. His fur soaked and matted with sweat as they went on, and it felt like he was back to being in the desert, hanging out under the sun with none of that cooling breeze.

"Well, he looks like he's not got much. Either on him or between his legs," Heston said with a smirk.

"He's still got something else to check."

"Yeah, yeah. Get his ass in a minute."

Ass. Fuck. Cavity -

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

The giraffe was closer now, and Glyn realized something. Two things, one of which was that he wasn't the only one that was hard. Both cops were sporting heavy erections, with the eagle's being a full nine inches long and showing as a cock that pointed straight forward rather than being pinned to the belly the way that the rubber suits would normally do. They could fuck him without ever taking the suits off.

But it wasn't just that. It was the fact that those fingers, those delightfully drugged rubber fingers, were about to go right up his ass.

"W-wait, wait, I need - AH!"

And just like that, they went in. It felt like a mix of warming gel combined with a synthetic tongue rolling over his pucker as those slender digits pushed in. Three at once, forcing his pucker to stretch again after it had been put through the wringer by Lykus's oversized knot. He panted for breath, his head almost rolling off the back of the workbench as he felt the heat and lust pushed inside him.

It wasn't just the feeling of his already-puffy pucker starting to sweat. He'd had a sweaty asshole before, and while it was a distraction - and a pleasurable one - it was nothing new. However, the effect of those fingers inside him was a completely different matter.

"Ah...ah! NNNGH! What...what..."

It was hitting his prostate and everything else inside, making his inner walls not just more sensitive, but sweaty. Yes, somehow, the inner walls were sweating too, creating some sort of slime that was pushing out past his pucker and dripping down to the base of his tail. As Mido pulled his fingers back - a feeling that made Glyn almost scream with need - he felt a little swell of whatever kind of slime-fluid they were making push past his hole, oozing down, dribbling and soaking along his ass before they went right back in. Four this time, the thumb rubbing along his taint as his asshole was stretched heavily, and his legs shook like a pup getting the belly-rub of his life.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

"Heheh, look at the pup. Can't control himself, can he?"

"F-fuuuuuuuck you!"

"That's no way to talk to an officer of the law."

Heston did something with his belt, but Glyn was too busy with that tense, pulling, twitching feeling of four fingers inside him, pushing and prodding at his inner walls and almost sliding into his stomach. It was getting wetter, messier in there, and his breath caught in his throat as he felt like he was going to go over -

Click.

The cool feeling of rubber flowing over his cock and balls almost made him scream at that moment. The timber wolf thrashed about as the giraffe's fingers came free, his head whipping down to look between his legs. Just like he had feared, Heston had slammed another rubber band right around the base of his cock and balls, and the black ooze ran up and over his shaft. It covered it, didn't hide it. There was no such null-bulge as he had seen in some prison colonies, but rather, a black shimmering cock with two low-hanging balls just beneath.

The eagle tapped the front of it, and several words appeared in bright red. It took Glyn a moment to read them, but when he did, his cheeks burned hotter than ever.

Bad Dogs Get No Treats.

"You...you....you..."

Words failed him as he stared down at his sealed crotch, imagining what would happen if he had been allowed to get it out. He was so close, even now, and there was a tormenting feeling of sensitivity and need running through his cock. The band did the same thing that the fingers had been doing, but they were making it so much worse. His cock throbbed, oozed, and he could see pulses of pre-cum shooting through his tightly-wrapped shaft, but there was no relief to be had. Even as he grew ever more sensitive, there was no relief.

Squelch.

"Ah...."

"Mmmm, always love that sight."

Draconicon tossed a bite of popcorn down his throat as he watched the giraffe's fist disappear into the wolf's asshole. There was something entirely too gratifying watching small guys take extreme insertions, and Glyn was perfect for that. The little muscle spasms running up and down the small criminal's legs, the way that his toes were shaking, clenching, curling from the near-orgasm, only made it better. Glyn humped against his crotch-restraint all the harder, his asshole visibly clenching against the fist buried inside him.

There'd be nothing found in there, he knew that for a fact, but it somehow made it all the hotter to know that Glyn was suffering because of his big mouth. It made it even hotter to think of how the pup was going to want this all over again when it was done.

Mido pulled his fist free, and Draconicon smiled further at the sight of that slight flood of goo coming out of the wolf's asshole. That was something that would stick around for a bit. A nice self-lubing hole, something that might make some of the more extreme acts in the future that much more fun.

Glyn whimpered, growling in frustration, and the dragon watched the tell-tale smirk growing on the eagle's face. Oh, this was about to get even better.

"Getting mouthy, pup?"

"Mmmph..."

"You know, I think we're going to need to go deeper. Out of the way, Mido."

As Heston walked around, getting between his legs, Glyn was trying to find some way to focus his thoughts, some way to think of anything but his throbbing, pulsing, dripping cock. He could not remember the last time that he had been this horned up without a way to get off. The tension running through his groin, the way that his cock jumped and jerked constantly, the way that he could feel his balls rising and his orgasm knocking but he just wasn't allowed was worse than any guard and any cell that had tried to imprison him in the past. All he wanted was to get off, and that damn rubber cage was keeping him from -

"Ah!"

He got the distraction he needed in the form of rubber-tipped claws, this time pressed against his ass, and this time attached to the claws on the eagle's feet. Glyn panted, sitting up to see Heston standing on one foot, pressing and teasing his asshole with those taloned toes. Mido stood at either side, pulling Glyn's paws up and over his head, making his hole that much more vulnerable.

"What...what are you..."

"We need a deeper search than he can get with his hands, pup. Let's see if you really don't have anything in there."

"W-wait, there's no way - AH!"

Glyn arched his back as he felt one, two, three talons push their way inside him, followed by the middle of the eagle's feral, grasping foot. The spur followed, and then the leg. Oh, fuck the leg. And he'd thought that Mido's fist and wrist had been thick. This was so much thicker, and it was going deeper and deeper.

Sounds that had no meaning behind the rawest sounds came free of his throat, and he could not stop them. They just kept popping out as he made gibber sounds, the inside of the rubber sheath around his cock getting slimier and wetter as the seconds went on. He moaned, he whimpered, and his eyes rolled back in their sockets as he kept expecting a climax that just wasn't happening. In, in, in, all the way up to the eagle's shin, an impossible thickness that was making him wonder just how much more -

Oh gods, it was sliding back. The talons curled, and he could feel the blunted rubber raking over his inner walls, digging in deeper than the gloved rubber fingers had been. Whatever drug they were using was making his inner walls ever more sensitive and so much deeper than before. They felt swollen, tighter in the depths, and they were clenching down hard on those toe-finger-things.

"Ah...nnnnnnnnngh!"

"Whimper more, pup. I gotta get deeper."

Deeper? How the fuck was he -

Glyn wheezed out what little air was left in his lungs as Heston kicked his leg forward, all but punching his way into the depths of his hole. The timber wolf wheezed, the air escaping his lungs much in the way the trapped air in a kettle escaped as it was finally given a gap. His entire body went limp, and his cock jerked, spitting pre-cum when cum refused to slide out.

"Hmmm, none there...but there might be a bit further in. Let's see if you're an honest man or not, pup..."

The foot-fisting continued for a few minutes, and Draconicon rather enjoyed the show, going so far as to part his robes and tease himself to the view. Glyn's stomach distended at least once as he was made to take the eagle's leg into his guts, and at one point, Mido even held Heston up so that both sets of talons could go in at once. The wolf's hole looked like it had been put through the wringer after that.

When the eagle pulled his feet back, Glyn's pucker was a mess. It was gaping by nearly two and a half inches, and the anal lips were all but ruined from the hard use that they had gotten. There was no way that they were going to be tight enough for a dick smaller than an elephant's anytime soon - or perhaps Azorious's, he supposed - but the cops would fix that before they were done. He knew how they worked; they liked the view of a hot hole like that, just like he did, but they weren't going to just leave it that way.

As Heston stepped back, dragging his talons across the floor to wipe them clean from Glyn's new anal juices, Mido stepped forward and slapped a tag across the wolf's taint, something that looked a bit like a rubber-stamped barcode. Another went right under the wolf's balls.

"Heh. I think I'll let him keep those in the next arena...just to have something to talk about..."

The wolf moaned and whimpered as the two cops took pictures of him with his legs spread and his hole dripping, and they began the process of filing away the different paperwork that they'd have to do to lock him up. Draconicon shook his head, about to turn off the camera spell when Glyn rolled to his side.

It was such a quiet move that he almost didn't notice it, but when he looked again and saw the wolf manage to dismount the table without the cops knowing, he had to give the timber wolf credit. Glyn was a good thief, and he knew how to be quiet. But what was he going to -

"Ah, clever...very clever..."

There was no denying the pent-up need that the wolf had, of course. That throbbing, if rather gelatinous at this point, rubber sheath made it clear that he was still rock hard. Probably swimming in his own pre-cum, too, considering just how full it was and how much he had been leaking throughout the anal 'exam' from the cops. It probably would have made much more noise if the cops had been as focused and determined as they usually were, but they were more interested in filing their paperwork and calling it a day.

Their mistake, really.

Of course, he didn't think that Glyn realized the sort of extra work that he was about to make for himself. Escaping from the Kink Guard home base was kind of a tradition. Once you were caught, processed, and put into the system, most of the cops were almost eager to see a prisoner break out. Glyn might have been able to get free with a few well-placed bribes at that point, or with a bit of sexual service to the right officer. Only about half of those that were captured actually ended up going to the court and being sentenced, after all.

But those that escaped police custody before they were taken down to the station? That was a completely different charge, and one that would draw far more officers to the game.

Buuuuut if that's what the timber wolf wanted -

Ding, ding. The dragon looked down to see that someone was, indeed, pinging him. He chuckled.

"Fine, Lykus, fine. We'll check on you, too."

Glyn rolled to the jetpack, taking a deep breath as he wiggled himself into position. It was going to be more than a little difficult to get this right, but if he could manage this, he could still escape.

If he was right, then the jetpack wouldn't be pushing out anything too hot. However, suitable amounts of moisture and high-velocity air pressure could ripple the rubber around his arms to the point where he could pull an escape. It was going to be close, he knew, and there was every chance that he might scrape off a bit of his fur, but it was better than rotting in a cell for days.

And there's no way...no way I'm losing...because of a pair of sexy cops...

With his arms put right at the butt of the jetpack, he took a deep breath. If he got this wrong, he was going to do a lot of damage to his arms, but if he got it right, he was going to get free. There were no two ways about it.

Just gotta...get it right...

It was hard to maneuver his back to the right spot. The neural strip was hard to make contact with, considering that he was still dripping sweat from all parts. The extra moisture meant that the conduction between his bio-signature and the jetpack would probably be that much stronger, which was good considering he'd only be able to touch a small part of the strip, but it also meant that it was harder to slip into place. He wiggled his shoulders left and right, biting his lips as his cock slipped around in its own cummy mess, looking more and more like a bloated sausage rather than anything else sticking out from between his legs.

Bad Dogs Get No Treats.

The teasing words on the stupid rubber sheath made his cock twitch, and he grimaced as he ground himself back. Just a bit closer...just a bit closer -

ROOOOOOOOOOOAR.

The jetpack came to life with a deafening roar, and just as he hoped, it blew right against the rubber sheath around his arms. For a moment, it felt like it was going to hold strong, then it slipped free. He swore it took some of his arm fur with it, but at that point, he honestly didn't care. He was free.

"What the - MMPH!"

And Heston had taken the rubber pack right to the face. He'd take that as a win. Glyn dragged himself upright, trying to ignore the dribbling juices coming from his hole. It was almost like what he imagined a woman would go through when she was horny, considering that it came in pulsing waves and didn't seem to dry up. He stumbled as he nearly slipped on his own sweaty pads, stumbling towards the window.

"Halt."

Mido's single word was fairly authoritative as cop commands went, but Glyn had heard a few hundred of those in his career as a thief. It had about as much effect on him as a trainer telling a puppy to stop chasing cars. He laughed, stumbling toward the window with the jetpack against his back.

"Fat chance."

"You are fleeing arrest."

"Yep."

"This adds twenty-thousand to -"

"Get bent!"

The timber wolf leaped out the window, laughing and yelping in glee as he took to the skies. He leaned back, the jetpack firing hard in response to his thoughts, and he started climbing fast. Up, up, up, nearly three hundred feet faster than he had ever used his grappler for.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Was he going a bit crazy? Perhaps, but there was a true joy in taking to the skies, and more still in playing up some of the impossibilities and insanity of being in the air like this. It was...well, to put it bluntly, it was something that utterly pleased him. He had never had this sort of maneuverability before, and it made him feel like a god.

At least, right up until the point where he saw a little red dot flicking across his chest and shoulders, tracking him through the sky. Glyn looked down at it, held his hand over it to confirm that it was a laser sight, and the thief groaned under his breath.

"Son of a -"

Thwip.

"OW!"

The End

Summary: Glyn has a bit of a run-in with the cops while he's in the dragon's city during the break from the portal games.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Sensitizer, Cop, Wolf, Timber Wolf, Dragon, Giraffe, Eagle, Fisting, Cavity Check, Bondage, Humiliation, Chastity, Edging, Rubber, Foot Fisting, Sweat, Dripping, Denied Orgasm, Teasing, Coded, Portal Games, The Portal Games,