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Arci walked along the edge wall of the rooftop at night. First month in Apex City and the short skunk was just about familiar with her patrol routes. The local superhero and supervillain presence was divided between the sanctioned groups and the street level heroes. Some mask or other had given her a phone number to call about applying to the League, but...

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted movement in a loading depot illuminated by yellow-faded parking lot lights. Touching the side of her goggles, she adjusted the magnification.

Tall, muscular feline in a mostly black, glossy body-suit. Shape of the tail implied snow leopard. Turn of the head revealed... mask. The figure gestured at one of the shutter-roller doors in the bay, leading into the warehouse beyond. It was hard to tell the mechanism at play at this distance, but the segments were popping free into a pile at the male's feet.

Returning to normal magnification, Arci quickly planned a route down from the rooftop. Release. Her tail shrank imperceptibly as some of her stored energy was converted directly to momentum, launching her to the next roof. Cancel. The lost size was mostly regained as she came to a safe halt on that structure. Release. Cancel. All that was left was to jump down into the parking lot. Release. Enough lateral momentum to get her to the base of the bay itself in the distance fallen. Cancel. She came to a gentle stop, planting her boots on the asphalt, looking up at the suspicious figure.

From this close, she could see that the slats of the door were becoming straight bars with... cuffs at either end? Strange. She put that out of her mind as she cleared her throat. "You know, as much as I encourage people to recycle, I'd rather start with a CEO's megayacht than a warehouse door."

The snow leopard turned around. This close up she could see his suit had highlights and trim of silver and rich violet, and his muzzle was broad and as masculine as his figure. With him standing on the bay platform a good five feet higher than the short heroine, her viewing angle really highlighted his topheavy musculature. He seemed to know this as well, craning his neck forward and leaning a bit to get his masked face into direct line of sight with her over his pectorals.

This and the strange method of transfiguration clicked in Arci's mind... this was the supervillain known only as 'Bond'.

"Oh, this is a new face..." Bond's voice flowed out, resonant and thick. If a sound could be touched, the skunkette was sure it would be something like molten fudge. He casually beckoned with one hand towards a spot out of his reach on the platform. "And not in any of the League bulletins..."

Arci looked in that direction. Release. She launched herself up onto the loading platform, but came to a halt twice the distance away as indicated. Cancel. Her landing posture was planned, showing off her insignia on the back of her jacket: the Anarchy A wrapped in a stylized version of her skunk tail. She pivoted back towards him on one heel and planted her other booted foot past shoulder breadth, planting her studded fists on her hips. "Might have guessed from my whole ensemble I'm not a fan of authoritarian organizations."

"Light on your feet." The snow leopard commented. "It's been some time since I came across an unaffiliated heroine. Delightful." His voice was playful, but not quite condescending. Confident in himself less than disparaging of anyone else.

"It's Arci." The skunkette shifted her stance. "And you're Bond."

"A pleasure to meet you." The taller mask chuckled. "Why don't you show me what you've got?"

Release.

Arci was at full sprint speed from a standstill using a judicious burst of momentum from her stored energy. Just before arm's reach of the supervillain, she brought one knee up as a strike, arcing her spine and bringing her arms back to put more of her body into the motion.

Bond snapped his fingers.

The skunkette felt the bizzare sensation of her gloves unravelling into strips, rapidly crossing the gap to each other. Within a second her wrists were bound together by straps covered in the pyramid studs she'd had across her knuckles. Suddenly off-balance, she dropped her striking leg to try to catch herself, half-crossed in front of her other foot.

Another fingersnap, now raised to the villain's face height.

Bootlaces came to life, untying from the bows tucked under the tongues and surging to wrap across both her calves. Instantly, her legs were stuck in that half-crossed position and she was toppling forward. She tugged at the bindings on her wrist, flexing her foot to turn herself to fall on her side.

Bond shifted his weight, bringing his foot forward. His defined calf muscles were angled to catch her, break her fall.

Cancel.

She hardly impacted the leg at all, but grunted as if she had.

The villain stood still for a moment, before carefully sliding his boot along the concrete to let her down to the platform below.

The skunkette tugged at her wrists and shifted her thighs, fidgeting as vinyl and leather creaked against itself, keeping her bound.

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Arci threaded her long tail through the gap at the back of the fairly standard molded plastic chair she had been offered. The superheroine was in her full costume, which meant that when she finally sat down, the vinyl of her purple jacket audibly creaked against the seatback.

She was in front of a wooden desk. On the far side of the furnishing sat a polar bear in button-down business attire. One of the few other furnishings in the room, a coat rack, showed his large blazer hung up, as well as a hat and an umbrella hooked over the knob furthest from the door. He was as nondescript as the office they were seated in. Dull. Almost a blank to read off of. It had been quite the mix of misdirections getting her to this location. She hadn't cared enough to try to map out the route, honestly.

"If it were up to me..." The bear spoke with a gravel in his voice. "We wouldn't be having this meeting."

Arci arced her brow slightly. "Charming first impression, I'm sure."

Silently, the ursine slid a folding tablet to the center of his desk, then grasped one corner and unfolded it in a manner that reminded the skunk girl of feds in old movies opening a manilla folder to reveal a dossier. "Since you arrived in Apex City, you've had a pretty spotty record."

"Am I supposed to be surprised I was being surveilled?" She tilted her head slightly. "This whole place reeks of Watchers who Do Not Wish to be Watched."

The bear ignored this, continuing his point. "Our analysis shows very little correlation between the power level of Guild members you came up against and your success or failure in that confrontation."

Arci could think of one very good correlation, but she held her mouth shut. She shifted in her seat, eyes trying to read the tablet screen upside down. The shallow angle made it very difficult, and using her goggle magnification might be a bit too obvious she was snooping.

"Your record on street criminals... one hundred percent catch and release rate." The gravelly voice belied a bit of disdain for that practice, at least to the skunk's ears.

"Incarcerating muggers won't fix the problem." Arci calmly stated. "Intervene, prevent a crime, recover stolen property, ensure safety of the victim... I haven't had any repeat offenders."

The bear growled under his breath at that, swiping over the tablet. "But this." He turned the tablet around, angling it for her to see. "This is remarkable."

A video was playing in amongst her record. It was at a strange angle, the CCTV footage from the loading dock that night. In it, she saw herself with her wrists and feet bound jump up, bring her boots forward, and without any external sight of propulsion launch herself at Bond, her long tail dragging along the cement under her.

The supervillain visibly seemed caught off guard for a moment, changing his stance. But then Bond raised an arm and deflected the move, leading to her body getting rotated. Rather than slamming right into him with the side of her hip, she changed direction entirely, like physics had just broken.

Arci raised her eyes from the screen, knowing how it went from there. "Why remarkable? I lost that fight."

"Of course you did." The bear said nearly before she finished speaking. "No one has beaten Bond. Ever."

The skunkette leaned back in her chair with a creak of vinyl. "Well, I guess I'm not one to sully a perfect record."

The bear slid his pawpad across the tablet in a passionate gesture, his facial expression growing less neutral gradually. "Here are the recorded times to defeat of the entire League against Bond."

Arci raised her brow behind her goggles and casually adjusted her magnification so she didn't have to lean forward. There were a lot of big name heroes and heroines on that list. Not one of them made it longer than five minutes. Most didn't break a minute. "Well... he's an efficient villain. His powers are excellent for neutralizing aggression."

His finger slid back the other way to the video. At this point in its runtime, she was spinning around balanced on her tail. Rebar burst out of the concrete and wrapped around the tip of that fifth limb to grasp on. The footage of the mephit slammed her boots down and her tail appeared to yank a giant chunk of cement out of the platform, bringing it over her head at the villain.

"Look at the runtime." The ursine pointed to the corner of the imbedded player. "You lasted over seven minutes." He lowered the tablet down to the table again. "That's better than Solar Wind." He slammed his fist into the wooden desktop. "That's better than Red Scale!" He raised his hand and turned the fist into a point, pressing his claw against the countertop pointed her way. "That's the best recorded time ever."

Suddenly, Arci was very sure that his opening line about disagreeing with her coming in for this meeting was the biggest lie she'd ever heard. This bear had pushed against red tape to get her in here.

With a creak, the large male leaned back into his office chair. "You can see why the boys wanted to debrief you on this encounter."

The skunkette was quiet for a moment. "Isn't it true that technically, I can't be briefed or debriefed by the League unless I am a member?"

Silently, the bear took a glossy white card out of his desk and set it down alongside the tablet. "That is correct."

"You just got done telling me that I'm inconsistent and don't operate in a way that jives with your organizational beliefs." The mephit sat up, glancing down at the card. The League logo was printed over it, but nothing else was visible in its current position. "Are you telling me that you'd induct me in spite of all that just because I scored well on the Impossible Test?"

Slowly, like revealing the hidden card in blackjack, the polar bear flipped the glossy card over, revealing Arci's insignia was printed on it, along with her hero name and a member account number. "If you tell us how you held out so long, you can walk out of here with this in your pocket."

The skunk stared for a long moment. Legitimacy. A double-edged sword in her mind... and a big deal. She barely even had body armor. Her goggles were the only tech she had. She could get access to metamaterials with a league card. Maybe even a proper mask that could do all the stuff her goggles did while hiding her pupils and the color of her eyes beyond a simple tint and some mirroring. She was sure facial recognition software would work with infrared footage of her exploits as it was currently.

There was also the matter of the truth to this situation. She shifted in her seat, glad that her black fur and goggles made the heat rising in her cheeks nigh imperceptible. "Well..."

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Bond crouched down next to her prone form, resting his forearms on his thighs. "You can stop the act, sweetie."

Arci froze in place, still on her side on the hard cement. A blush roared to life on her cheeks. "W-what?"

"Your attack posture. Making sure your arms were behind you. Easy to bind together." The snow leopard's voice was lowered, just as deep but quiet enough that it didn't echo in the empty loading bay. "Your 'attempt' to balance yourself put your heels together. Easy."

"So?" The skunkette huffed, fidgeting. "I'm an incompetent newbie, I get it. You don't have to rub it in."

"Even though I moved to break your fall, you cushioned it yourself with your powers..." Bond chuckled lightly. "You didn't even need to steady yourself for balance, did you?" When the mephit was silent to this accusation, he continued. "Even now, you're rubbing your thighs together more than trying to wriggle your feet free of your boots."

A tremble ran down Arci's spine, her tail fluffing out.

The supervillain lowered a hand gently, brushing the skunk's fringe out from in front of her goggles lightly. "And you don't seem like you have much practice with this brat routine." He retracted his hand and stood up fully. "You caught my eye, I'll admit... but I could just leave you squirming there and continue my plans."

The skunk twisted on the ground, trying to follow his motion to look up at him.

When he re-entered her vision it was from an unexpected angle, one that told her that he was standing astride her, crouched once again. His gloved hands pressed to the cement on either side of Arci's head, highlighting his muscular arms and torso to the prone girl. He leaned down closer, his voice nearly a whisper. "I'll only claim you if you give me your all, dear..."

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"He said something that got under my skin." Arci attempted to compose herself. "So, I didn't accept defeat. Not until I had exhausted my energy, at least..."

"There's no sound in the footage." The ursine clasped his fingers together while resting his forearms on the desk. "What did he say?"

The skunk shifted in her seat. "I'm not dumb enough to give people access to my buttons like that."

The bear pursed his lips momentarily in thought, before tilting his head with a slight arch of his brows, silently confirming her deflection worked.

"You wanna know more mechanically what I did?" Arci took a coin out of her jacket pocket with a squirk of the vinyl against itself. "My powers allow me to absorb and release kinetic energy in the form of momentum." She set the coin on edge with her thumb and middle finger, before pressing the pad towards the tip of her index finger on top. She released her other fingers, holding it in place like that for a mere moment.

She lifted her index finger as well, and the coin was spinning, rotational inertia preventing it from toppling as it resembled a glistening sphere on the table. She brought her finger down in a way to have the painted claw interrupt the spinning from one edge. Instead of sending itself moving across the desk it merely stopped dead, then flopped over to reveal Tails. Setting her other hand on the desk, she lightly brushed the surface, sending it shooting to her other hand like a blur. It stopped dead upon arrival, no sign of any impact forces. Then it just shot back to her first hand.

"See, tying me up won't stop me outright... though it does mean I'm using my powers a lot more to get around."

The bear watched the demonstration silently. "Heroes capable of flight were bound to structures or the ground and were unable to escape."

"Just because you can fling yourself around doesn't mean you can impart force without moving." She explained. "A judicious expenditure of momentum to one section of concrete can sheer it free of the slab."

"And expend you did." He growled. "Wore yourself right out throwing yourself at him." He paused, then dragged his thumb along the video's player, skipping to just before the end of the footage. "Here's another unique thing about you against Bond..."

Arci leaned forward to look, but she had a feeling she knew already. Her expectations were proven correct: On the screen, Bond was lifting her up over his head with one hand, her body dangling limply, still bound.

The polar bear pointed firmly at the screen. "Bond usually doesn't take captives."

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"Seems as though you tuckered yourself out~" Bond's voice was almost sticky in the skunk's exhausted brain, thick and just making it harder for her to think.

She was panting in shallow gasps, dangling from his grip on her body-suit just above her tailbase. Something she had only recently realized was that there was a physical tell to how much energy she had in her storage: additional energy made it longer.

It was the shortest she remembered it ever being, hanging barely past her boots.

As such, with the length of his arm, when he opened his mouth below her, the fluffy tip of her limply hanging tail was easily positioned as heading in. The supervillain's elbow bending eased her boots over his tongue. Rather than swallowing, he let her weight and his arm do the work, slotting her in with an ease that belied his experience as a predator.

She writhed against the straps holding her wrists together still, feeling the edge of his hand rubbing against the bindings from his gripping point. It only moved once he had her hips on his tongue.

Bond released his grasp, bringing his hand to press between her shoulder-blades, keeping her from losing her balance midway down his gullet. The supervillain's eyes were obscured by the mask, standard defense against facial recognition in the industry. But it also made it impossible to tell exactly where he was looking. She could definitely see that they were half-lidded before his upper jaw blocked her view.

The heat was intense, but soothing on her aching muscles. It was too much to struggle against without discomfort. She panted still, trying to catch her breath, even as her shoulders sank out of sight. Her hair.... Her ears... She turned her head upward, looking at the rafters of the rain-cover of the loading bay.

Then, Snap. His predatory teeth knitted together wetly, sealing her inside. Finally, the snow leopard swallowed, his insides bundling her up into a snug curl. Despite how incredibly tight it was, something about the position felt... soothing. The same way his heat did, suffusing through her jacket and body suit.

She felt his hands through one of the walls of the stomach, stroking over her form.... Then everything got tighter. She was totally immobilized... but there was no discomfort... she was just held...

Arci could feel him starting to walk away from the site of their conflict. She couldn't tell if he was continuing his plans for the night or had decided to settle for her...

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"Yeah. Usually leaves them to stew in the embarrassment of defeat, helpless." The skunk averted her eyes from the footage of the supervillain consuming her.

"Like clockwork." The polar bear agreed. "Usually."

"Perhaps he did it for the same reason that we're having this meeting." Arci posited. "I lasted longer than anyone else."

The ursine rubbed the side of his index finger transverse along his chin in thought. "And he did let you go..."

The mephit, out of his line of sight, was gripping the hem of her vinyl jacket in her gloved hand, balling it into a fist to keep herself from giving tells about how flustered her memories were making her, deep down.

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Arci didn't know how long it had been. Perhaps hours. Perhaps it was the next day. But she was unballed from the stomach chamber, her form sliding up an incline through the tight tube that she entered from. It took her a few long moments after her arms had left the stomach to realize her wrists were no longer bound, limply pinned to her sides instead.

After she felt his uvula drag against her brow, light met her eyes for the first time since he snapped shut around her. Bond's tongue extended out over his lower row of incisors and as smoothly as she had been consumed, she glided out onto a rubber sheet.

She trembled as the warmth of the juices soaking her faded away, drawn into the cooler air. Weakly, the skunkette twisted, rolling onto her back as her hips slopped out. Through the saliva on her goggles she could make out that he was hunched over to release her. Her boots flopped down to the rubber sheeting with a pair of thuds, the recoil making her realize she was on a bed.

Bond stood upright again, before sitting on the bed beside her. He reached down and wiped the majority of the drool from her goggles. "We're away from the cameras now. The Guild and the League don't know about this place. No one here will judge you."

She fidgeted, trying to sit up, but the ache in her core told her to stop. "Still... worn out from the fight..."

"You're in no state to do anything but get cleaned up." The snow leopard said earnestly, his villainous bravado faded into a more natural cadence. "Maybe cuddle. For tonight that is."

"I've never had a villain that does aftercare..." Arci muttered letting her head slump back on the sheeting. She looked around. Without the drool, she could more clearly see that the walls had all sorts of restraints and bondage implements hung up. This was a playroom.

That explained the fluid-proof sheets, at least.

Bond leaned forward, lightly running a claw along her brow to unstick her fringe from the side of her goggles like someone would brush the hair out of someone's face. "Which is why you shouldn't do that brat routine on every bad guy you have the hots for."

Arci blushed deeply, unable to think of a rejoiner. It was a fair call, all things considered. She had been acting recklessly, hoping for some kicks from one of the many kinky villains of the city.

The snow leopard looked up and away from her as the door of the playroom opened. "Ah, there you are, my Pet... Do you have all the things we need to clean up our playmate?"

The skunkette turned her head to look weakly.

The new arrival to the room was a white dog with grey-blue spots, wearing a very femme outfit. Stockings and short shorts, pink tank top and armwarmers. Arm and leg apparel had matching primary color stripes, and he wore a mask the same color as Bond's.

He had stopped nearly midstride just inside the door, and his head lightly panned back and forth... about the breadth of her body, the skunk realized. His mouth had opened slightly, but he didn't look about to speak.

"Darling, what is it?" Bond asked warmly.

Arci perked. Those colors in that order clicked in her head. She had been pulled into a pansexual swingers' society... Well, at least she knew they both liked girls.

The pup's brow arched in his mask, "W-well... I... uh..." He bit his lip as a growl escaped his throat, deeper than his speaking voice.

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"The only other time Bond has taken a prisoner, the sidekick defected and became his minion." The League representative spoke firmly.

"More of a lapdog than a minion." Arci replied. "A pampered pet, staying at home."

"So, you saw him?" The bear countered.

The skunk cleared her throat, shifting in her seat.

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Arci had slept after her cleanup in the bed belonging to Bond and who she came to know as Timber, away from the playroom. She had also slept pinned between the atlas-like figure of the supervillain and his toned twunk of a pet. She spent much of the next day similarly fawned over by the couple. To the surprise of both Bond and Arci, Timber was taking a more dominant role in deference to her.

That evening, the skunkette found herself laying in very little beside her goggles atop Bond's musculature, the un-tensed bulk broad enough for the two far skinnier critters to use as a mattress, especially since Timber was on top of her.

Every time she peeked up to the snow leopard's face, he was smiling fondly, perhaps even proudly, at the way that his defeated captive and his pet were getting along. Then she'd have to look away again because once again, the dog's hands were grasping at her curves, grinding and squeezing.

The aches from her defeat were gone, leading her to believe she had spent quite some time bundled up in the supervillain's stomach. But her mind wasn't focused on that. It was focused on the muzzle pressing to her own. She kissed back, whimpering into the passionate mashing of mouths.

Timber pulled out of the kiss with a low growl. "Girl..." He rumbled in a voice more powerful than his frame belied. "You're making me hungry..." He leaned down, giving a light nip at her neck, his tail wagging a mile a minute.

"H-hungry...?" Arci had come to understand that the dog was usually quite content and eager to play a submissive role...

Something that showed when he raised his head to meet the feline's gaze. "If that's alright with you, Master..." The deep need had seemingly evaporated from his voice, replaced with something more akin to... well... a pet.

Bond lifted an arm from where it had been braced behind his head, easing it down to stroke along the dog's ear and the side of his cheek. "It's been adorable seeing your dominant side show itself..." He scratched lightly under Timber's chin. "If she wants to, I won't stop you. You should both enjoy yourselves to the fullest~"

Timber kept wagging like an innocent pupper, but his mask couldn't mask the lustful gaze he regarded the skunk with when he turned his head back down towards her. "Well... are you going to be my first meal, sweetheart?"

Arci bit her lip and let out a whiiiine...

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"Like I said." The skunkette cleared her throat again. "Hardly a minion. Doesn't go out on missions as far as I can tell. Stays at base, serves Bond there."

"He did go out with Bond once..." Tapping on his tablet, the ursine brought up an image. Bond appeared surprised to see the dog there at all. Timber was dressed in a stripped-down version of his bedroom attire that Arci was familiar with, a kinky belt collar the only thing other than his domino mask from the waist up. "It's the only way we confirmed that he defected. He had been MIA for a while before that."

Arci wondered why this only had an image while he had shown her a video of herself... no heroes were present in shot, though there was clear indication in frame of the walls and floor getting torn up by a powered fight.

She sat back, fidgeting in place. "It doesn't look like Bond wanted him on that mission at all."

The bear nodded. "It's one of the only times Bond aborted one of his schemes. Shortly after this picture was taken, he retreated, carrying that pup in his arms."

"Do you know if he's Powered?" Arci arced her brow. "If he isn't, I can see why Bond'd try to get him out of there. Looks like quite a fight was going on."

Squinting slightly, he slid his finger along the tablet. "None recorded... honestly, if he had abilities, I'd expect you to be the one to tell us."

She swallowed, grasping the hem of her jacket again.

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The flesh inside of Timber was softer, and more yielding than the tight constriction of Bond's stomach... though their closer difference in size meant that the difference was subtler than she expected. She had wound up with her knees pressed to the sides of her ribs, arms loosely wrapped around. The stomach lining conformed to her between her spread legs, enough that she could feel the rugae slide across her bare abdomen.

She was still trembling from the dominant treatment he had granted her on her way in, pinning her down, working her over... rolling her onto her front so that her face buried into Bond's chest as he wore her out... then, as his warmth filled her, he pulled her up and into his jaws. She had done a backflip from his hips to his waist, before getting bundled up.

As she thought on this and the lack of stretch in her core, she felt him roll onto his back, making it so that the bulges of her knees were most certainly facing up. The stomach wall on top of her suddenly compressed downward and she heard a happy whine come from her predator.

Now that she was sealed away, his dominant energy seemed to be spent. Even with how overwhelmed with sensation the skunkette was, she could deduce that Bond had pinned him down in turn.

The weight shifted as the wet sound of kissing from the inside filtered through all the squelching of the interior of the dog's body to her. The weighty sensation of getting compressed while balled up like this... it forced her thighs further apart, flattening her somewhat. She wasn't pressed to discomfort... her youth as a gymnast meant that she was plenty flexible, after all.

But she could feel something familiar grinding at the crux of her legs through the stomach, sending her trembling. At the same time, her muzzle was conformed to by what could only be Bond's chest, based on how he and the pup were muzzle-to-muzzle at the moment.

The kiss parted and she felt the supervillain repositioning on top of his pet, pressure mostly releasing on her.... Then it returned more intensely with a wet squelch from somewhere behind her. Relax... compress. Relax... compress. It didn't take her long to realize Timber was receiving a similar treatment to the one he gave her... Would she end up at the core of a matryoshka? At the very least, she was once again pinned between the two lovers... just in a far more intimate sense.

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"All in all, it was a tight spot to be in," Arci attempted to summarize. "But eventually Bond let me go, far enough away from his base that I couldn't tell where it was."

"Catch and release?" The bear intoned wryly.

The skunk froze, then tilted her head. "You...." She screwed up her features behind her goggles incredulously. "You think he was critiquing my mugger etiquette?"

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She could feel the strong hands of the snow leopard pressing on her hip through Timber's stomach. He was speaking, but she couldn't quite make out the words.

In response, the dog's stomach contracted, and she felt the cardia spread open around her face. Her legs straightened out as the man-handling from outside and the internal muscles coaxed her head up the esophagus.

She squinted a bit as her muzzle slid up into Timber's open mouth, the light a bit much. His tongue slid along her goggles, mostly cleaning them off, before another contraction brought her chin to rest just behind his lower row of teeth.

Bond was there, of course, smiling warmly at the caught heroine within the jaws of his adored pet. He crooned, stroking both of them with his paws still. "Have you learned your lesson? Ardent consent is always better than throwing yourself into danger and hoping for the best..."

She blushed slightly, shifting a bit in place. She could hardly form words, a few vowel sounds escaping her as she half-nodded, half rubbed herself against Timber's tongue.

The dog's tongue responded to the rubs by curling up over the tip of her snout and pressing back.

"Good, now-" The supervillain started, but cut himself short at what his pet did next.

Timber tilted his head back and playfully snapped his jaws shut just as his Master had to seal her inside, before swallowing powerfully.

She slid down, her hips plopping in against her ankles as she was effortlessly returned to her bundled up position.

"Dearest, you were supposed to let her out~" Bond spoke close enough that she could make out the words. He didn't seem upset in the least.

"I'm not going to punish good behavior." Timber replied shamelessly. She could feel his hips shifting, most likely from the irrepressible wag his tail was performing. "More tummy time is her reward~"

She whiiined, shifting about in place, resulting in both men's hands starting to stroke over her curves once more.

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Arci fidgeted in place, shifting her hips and thighs against one another through her bodysuit. Hard not to think of her treatment, even a week later. The elevator she was in dinged to the ground floor. The doors opened, and she stepped out. They had dispensed with the cloak and dagger misdirection on her way out of the subterranean headquarters, letting her walk on her own straight to one of the several lifts throughout the city. This particular entrance was disguised as a kiosk, though she wondered how many people kept track of super-suited masks coming and going from it.

She started to walk, hands in the pockets of her jacket. Somehow, she had managed to keep her cool the whole interview, despite the subject matter.

A tall, handsome snow leopard in a sweat suit and glasses was leaned against a pillar as she stepped into the shadow of an overpass. He lightly pressed away and started towards her with a rich purr.

She froze, blush soaring up her cheeks as she recognized the tone. Her tail fluffed up, still not quite back up to her usual length.

"So." Bond rumbled, his disguise of choice hiding his musculature at the very least. "How did it go?"

Arci looked around, confirming they were alone. She pulled her paw out of her pocket, holding up the glossy white card.

He walked closer to her, purr still rumbling from him powerfully. "I would say that calls for celebration, dear..."

"What kind of celebration were you thinking?" Arci turned to face him fully as she tucked the card back in her pocket. The corners of her muzzle were tugging into a smile despite herself as it seemed like the supervillain's presence was eroding the face she put up for the world.

Bond stooped down closer with a bend from the hip. "Well, to start..." His voice dropped low, like when he had been teasing her that night in the loading bay. "Timber's been telling me he's had a craving for a certain skunk girl alllll week~"

Huffing with a quiver, she swallowed. "And what about you?"

The snow leopard eased an arm around her and started to guide her towards a different conspicuous kiosk. "I've been craving you since I first saw you~"