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An Impossible Sentence

Chapter 2

For Mizzukat

By Draconicon

Giving a blowjob wasn't the worst thing that he had done in exchange for help, but it was the first time that he had sucked off a villain. Horus grunted when he finally pulled back with a mouthful of salty seed, shaking his head and fighting the urge to just spit it out on the ground. All the while, the panther pulled away, leaning against the wall and looking back out at the rest of the prison.

"Well...you certainly want help."

"Wasn't that obvious?" he muttered, grunting as he finally got it down. "How long have you been holding that back?"

"Longer than is comfortable, for certain. You are...certainly dedicated, Mr. Horus."

"Mmmph..."

"Now, perhaps I shall tell you some little bit more," the panther said, sitting on the bottom bunk. "There are things that will make your potential escape that little bit easier for you, particularly if you want to get out without people getting as hurt as they could. Saving that hero name and everything."

He nodded, keeping his eyes on the cell door. Not just for the sake of giving Shadowclaw the privacy that he wanted, either; there was always the possibility that one of the other villains would come knocking. For now, he knew that he had the strength to fight back against most of them one-on-one, and the cell door would keep them from trying to get at him in higher numbers. For now, at least, he had some chance to build up a plan.

"Most of us don't believe the news," Shadowclaw continued. "The rest of the world might believe what the politicians say, but we've been villains too long to believe what they put out. The news lies. They lie. Everyone in power lies to keep that power. It's an open secret for all of us.

"The problem for you, of course, is that knowing that you're not a killer doesn't help your odds. They don't care; they still remember that you put them here, and that means that they'll be angry. Very angry, indeed, in the case of most of them."

"So, what do I do?"

"My suggestion would be to talk to Mafia, of course."

"...Had to be him, didn't it?" Horus muttered, rubbing his forehead. "Let me guess. He's already built up a little gang, hasn't he?"

"Mmm, to an extent. The Warden is keeping an eye on him - oh, the things that I've seen there - but he does have control of more than half the prisoners, and a few of the employees of the prison, as well. Some things that the Warden doesn't know yet, some that he does. It is a most exquisite game."

"...And you?" he asked, shifting from his knees to his hooves. He wobbled, catching himself on the wall. "Whose side are you on?"

"My own, Horus. I want to be sure of things. A useful shadow to everyone. So long as you can pay my price, I will do something for you. So long as it doesn't make it so I can't do something for someone else, later."

That made sense from what he remembered of the panther's nature outside of prison. He'd never been a particularly cruel thief, but he had been particularly persistent in getting what he wanted. There was never a sense of gentleness there, nor any sort of awareness of others' needs beyond selling himself to get them.

Shadowclaw was a mercenary. He could work with that.

"So...Mafia..."

"Mmm, indeed. Mafia."

The boar was going to be a pain in the ass, he knew that much already. Outside the prison, Mafia had run the criminal underworld of the city for years. Though without any clear powers of his own, the boar had a sense of manipulation that rivaled anything that Horus had ever seen, and the porcine godfather had gone out of his way to drag every supervillain that he could into his network. Looked like he was pulling the same damn trick in the Super Max, developing another empire among the prisoners. Whatever he was promising them, he would make sure to deliver. That had always been his selling point: Mafia always delivered.

And if I have to deal with all of his underlings, I'm going to lose in here. Without sunlight, there's not much that I can do.

But Shadowclaw was right about going to him. If Mafia didn't believe that he was a killer - and he doubted that the panther would be cruel enough to go back on a paid-for piece of information - then that meant that he was the best-connected person in the prison, and the one with the most access to both information and resources. He needed the boar on his side, or he wasn't going anywhere.

Violence wasn't going to work. He doubted that there was any sort of persuasion that he could offer. So...what could he bring to the table?

Won't even know what he wants until I talk to him...

He shook his head, wiping the last of the feline's seed off his face as he walked to the cell door. The horse leaned forward -

"Remember."

Glancing over his shoulder, he stopped himself short of looking Shadowclaw in the face. He stared at the darkness beside the barely-there cat, and saw a toothy smile.

"Don't push your luck. You paid for information, not a guard."

"...I know."

Horus stepped onto the walkway again. More of the villains on the top floor had come out, most of them little more than strong-man thugs that he could handle, but a few of them with a couple of powers that had made them more inventive. He saw a camel that had been some sort of gadgeteer and filed that away in the back of his head; if there was anyone that could improvise a prison tool, it'd be him.

For later, though. Much later.

He walked down the solid-bottomed walkway, doing his best to ignore the way that his slowly-retracting cock was swinging between his legs, or the way that his tail flicked back and forth over his ass. The lack of wetness between his thighs was the one saving grace so far, but even that was barely enough considering the constant -

A fist swung at him from out of the corner of his eye, and Horus barely whipped his head back in time to dodge. His body moved on autopilot as the wolf lunged for him, bringing a hoof off and cracking it against the dog's knee.

The prisoner went down, shouting at the top of his lungs, but the horse was still moving out of trained memory. He grabbed hold of the dog, lifting the wolf to his feet before turning -

Not over the railing!

He turned the toss into a spin, turning on his hoof and throwing the wolf back into a cell. The thump of him hitting the concrete wall was loud and jarring, but it was a hell of a lot better than throwing him over the side and sending him to a potential death at the bottom floor from the fall.

The rest of the prisoners watching him froze in their tracks. As he looked from one face to another, he saw the calculations running through their heads. Could they blitz him? Who went first? What happened if he decided to stop playing nice?

He wanted them to keep thinking that. The longer that fear of him stayed high, the less he'd have to hurt anyone. And more to the point, the less that he'd have to fight them directly. The longer that he could put off a real confrontation, the better.

With all those eyes on him, he walked to the stairs and descended the first flight. He went from the strong-man thugs on the fourth floor to the thinner, twitchier people on the third. They were narrow, lean and lanky, and he could tell that most of them were hopped up on something. It was like a chemical smell in the air, barely present, but still enough for him to catch a whiff of something being 'cooked.'

Some sort of drug lab in the middle of prison. Someone's smart.

Fourth floor, muscle. Third floor, chemists and brains. He walked down the next set of stairs -

Zzzzp.

He heard it just before he put his hoof down. Glancing around his leg, he saw the slightest little shimmer around the metal links that formed the last catwalk. Electricity was live somewhere down there, and he gritted his teeth as he looked for a clear spot. The entire area around the base of the stairwell was live, and -

There it was. He leaped from the bottom stair to a safe spot nearly ten feet away. The entirety of the floor groaned, and the smaller species that filled the cells looked more than a little disappointed.

Brains and thieves, then. Hackers and jury-riggers.

Which meant that the bottom floor would be where all the big players were. He hadn't seen even one of the big villains that he'd sent to prison on the fourth, third, and second floor, which meant that the first floor, the bottom level of Gen Pop, was where the big players made their homes and their cells. He was descending into the lion's den, and he was going to have a hell of a time getting back out again.

But he still had to try.

The thieves and rogues of the second level kept to their cells, some of them whispering to each other while others leaned against the cell bars, watching him as he went. Unlike the thugs on the top floor, they weren't measuring themselves against him. They were taking notes, putting together plots and plans based on what they'd seen him do. If that hadn't worked, then they would try something else.

Reaching the staircase at the bottom of the U-shaped catwalk, he took the stairs down to the first floor. As soon as he touched it, something clanged shut overhead, and he looked back. The way to the upper stairs was blocked with a solid-steel hatch.

...Well, I should have expected that.

Shaking his head, the naked stallion turned to all the other naked men around him. Shock Treatment, General Victorious, and Dark Storm gathered in the other three corners of the room, watching him.

The opossum was squatted down on the balls of his feet on the left side of the room. His fur spread out in all directions in raggedy, shocked strands, and he hissed through those buck teeth that he had. Every growl, every snarl was quiet, but the shimmering air around him made it look as if the depowering grid was barely affecting him. If that was the case -

But no, it had to be affecting him, or the entire place would have been electrified. He seriously doubted that anything could get past the designs of the prison that easily.

Then there was General Victorious, the bull embracing two young men to him, holding them close as they stroked his chest like some old-time harem boys from the ancient times. The 'General' glared at him, but his hands never stopped squeezing the cheeks of his toys. They were oblivious to the stallion as he walked across the center of the room, too taken with their master and lord.

Then there was Dark Storm. The raven stood in front of Mafia's cell, the bird looking like some dark guardian of the devil himself. It had to be his imagination, but as he walked closer, the bird almost seemed to shimmer like an illusion on a hot road. Impossible, but the air itself seemed almost damp as he stopped three feet away.

"I want to talk to Mafia," Horus said.

"Everyone wants to talk to Mafia, because everyone wants something," Dark Storm said, the black-feathered bird shaking his head as he crossed his arms. "And the fact is, sometimes Mafia doesn't want to talk to everyone else."

"I'm sure that he wants to talk to me."

"Oh, he'll want to do something to you. But not before he says so."

"...Mafia. You know I'm out here," he called around the raven, tilting his head back for a bit more height. "You and I know the score. You know why I'm here."

"Oh, indeed. The question is, do you know what you'll need to do to get out of here?"

"Something tells me that you're already planning something."

"Mmm, perhaps, perhaps. But I don't talk about that where just anyone can here. Particularly someone that might rat us out as soon as the whole operation is off the ground. Once a hero, after all..."

He closed his eyes, letting out a frustrated huff as he resisted the urge to rub his face. He had expected something like that; after all, if Mafia was planning some sort of jail-break, then he wouldn't be expecting someone like Horus to help. Hell, if there was any chance that he could parlay the break into him proving his innocence, he would have gone straight to the Warden with any bit of information that he could get.

But there was that whole problem of being presumed guilty by the entire city and the politicians weaponizing that against him. No, there'd be no selling out the criminals to get his own freedom; that door was well and truly closed.

"What will it take to get you to speak with me?"

"Well, my good friend, I think it'd start with you showing the whole block that you're willing to take the knee for us."

"..."

"Of course, my old friend, you're free to back to the upper levels, if you can get there. But I cannot promise that my various underlings won't take matters into their own hands."

Mafia's voice was as soft and warm as it had always been, a fatherly sort of voice that was deceptively gentle for the sort of things that had happened under his watch and at his command. The city had been turned upside-down a dozen times by that voice and its owner. He couldn't trust anything it said.

And yet, he had to.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked again.

"Mmm. That's better. General?"

The bull stepped away from his worshipful boys, striding across the open floor. He was big, just a little taller than Horus himself was, and unlike the stallion, his cock swung freely, with ease and with power. He chuckled as he walked over, looming over him and Dark Storm, and he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, well, well. The city's bitch, finally getting treated like the rest of us," the General said. "What do you want, sir?"

"Our friend here is trying to prove that he's willing to deal with us. Frankly and honestly, of course, but I'd like a little...verification of that. Why don't you show him what it feels like to be 'conquered' by the General?"

"...That better not mean what I think it means," Horus muttered, one hand clenching.

"Ah, ah. No violence now, my boy. If you want to talk to me, frankly and honestly, to beg for a little bit of help, then you'll need to show me and my boys that you actually mean to do it fairly. And for that...I want a little insurance."

He'd just bet. Outside the prison, General Victorious's powers didn't just make him stronger with each conquest; it guaranteed that the people that were conquered were happy to obey him. They were linked to him through the power of fighting, conquest, and defeat. And considering that sex could easily be considered 'defeat', depending on the positioning, he could only imagine what was going to happen next.

Oh, if he had just a hint of sunlight...

Take it for now. Get out when you can. Teach him a lesson later.

Horus slowly unclenched his fist, nodding at the bull.

"Fine. Show me. This better be enough, Mafia."

"It'll be a start, of course."

"Heh, come here, mare."

"I'm a stallion -"

"Not how it matters, mare," the General growled.

A thick-fingered hand wrapped around his wrist. He could have resisted the tug, even now, but he didn't. Any fighting back would ruin his chances, and he was going to get the hell out of here. He let himself be pulled forward, dragged away from Mafia's cell. Pulled further and further away until they reached a pillar that was more or less in view for most of the prison, Horus knew what was going to happen.

The General threw him against the stone pillar, and he managed to keep from falling over, at least. He grabbed hold of it, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed his ass out, raising his tail. The curve of his cheeks was going to be obvious, but more so was -

"There it is, mare."

His more feminine part, hidden either behind his balls or under his tail most of the time, had finally come to light. Only some of his foes knew about that, but now, the entirety of the jail would. He gritted his teeth as the bull's finger dragged across his pussy lips, sliding from his clit to the other end, and then over it once more. Against his will, he could feel his arousal climbing, and his asshole started sucking, pulling on the plug that was buried inside, reminding him that it was going to be there for a long, long time.

Gritting his teeth, he shifted his hooves slightly further apart, giving the bull some room as he stepped forward. That hand kept rubbing the horse's pussy even as a thick shaft pressed between his thighs.

"Do you know how good it feels to conquer someone, mare?" General Victorious asked. "I mean that. Do you know how good it feels?"

"Never felt the need to rape someone."

"It's not rape when they want it."

"I don't."

"Heh, you're letting me do anything I want back here, right now. And it feels like you're not hating it."

That was the hard part. He really wasn't hating it, per se. His body wanted something, and his cock was slowly rising in response to the teasing, rubbing, stroking between his legs, but -

He hissed through clenched teeth as two fingers slammed in, rubbing that spot that he knew that the General would go for. Sensitive and throbbing, it was a little spot inside his pussy just a few inches in, and every little tease there had him huffing, puffing, all but spitting with need. His cock jumped up, almost slapping against the pillar as the bull pushed against him from behind.

"That's it. It's never your fault when someone else beats you. It just means that you were doomed from the start. Weaker. Lesser. All I did was prove it...and now, you're going to take it and show me how you were conquered by me..."

Thrust.

Squelch.

Thrust.

Squelch.

The stallion groaned, closing his eyes with each thrust of those fingers, feeling a third one forcing its way in and joining in. The pleasure forced on him was more than he expected, far more potent and intense than he had been ready for. Already, his tail was flicking up higher, his cock throbbing and spitting pre-cum against the pillar, and -

"That's it. Present yourself to me."

His body reacted almost before he knew it, thrusting his hips back, almost riding those three fingers like they were a cock. Horus stopped himself after a few seconds, his fingers turning pale from the desperate grip that they had around the edges of the pillar, but as soon as he felt like he had some sense of control -

"Bad mare. Keep riding, or you don't get what you want."

"Nnngh...this is..."

Squelch.

"NNNGH!"

Driven to the tips of his hooves by that single thrust, Horus almost came right then and there from the harsh pressure on his g-spot. It was more than that, though; there was a different sort of pressure, something that...something that was grinding against the back of his head, almost like the pleasure was working away something in his head. Every thrust, every grind, felt like it was buckling through some sort of defense.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

It didn't take long for the horse to be rocked up onto the tips of his hooves and then back down on those fingers again. The constant pressure hit him in a way that he didn't understand, keeping him from trying to figure out an effective resistance. The squelching, slimy feeling that he got every time the General's fingers disappeared into his slit was too intense for words, too strong for him to puzzle through.

He moaned as he started to ride them, the pleasure forced on him turning into something that he needed, something that he all but required. His heart was racing, his mouth hanging open as his cock throbbed embarrassingly hard, popping and spitting with more and more pre-cum every time that he rammed those fingers into himself. He was...he was...

Surrender...

He gasped, arching his back as he felt the fingers finally pull out. Right on the verge, right on the edge of climax, he had been about to give himself over without even being asked. His breath caught in his throat as he squeezed the pillar tighter than ever, his knees shaking as he almost fell over right then and there.

Too...too close...almost got me...almost pulled me...down into the...

It was impossible. The depowering grid should have kept those powers inactive. If the General had his power - even a little bit of it - then the whole prison could be in jeopardy. And if one villain had their powers...

What if they all do?

The thought was enough to send shivers down his spine as he desperately clenched the edges of the pillar, his pussy winking behind his balls, his asshole clenching tighter around the plug. Every little squeeze around the plug made him aware of how empty his pussy was, how drippy, how soaked it had become. His breaths were ragged gasps that were nothing like the controlled stallion that he had been, and he knew how pathetic he must have looked from behind. This...this was what they wanted from him, he realized. This was the sort of bitch that they wanted under their control.

"Spread your legs."

His body moved, but he managed to do it a little slower than his hips and his legs wanted. The General was barking orders and his body might want to obey them, but he would be damned if he let himself be completely conquered so easily. He was Horus, for crying out loud. He was the city's hero, even if the city itself had abandoned him. He could...

Let them think that you're conquered, he thought. Let them think that you're under the General's control, or they won't let you in. You need this...

So, he moved just a little slower than his body wanted to, but didn't say anything to resist. He leaned forward as the General requested, pushing his ass out as he was told, but he didn't do it as fast or as needily as the core of him demanded. The part that had already been conquered wanted to take it further, faster, harder, but the hero held back. He could still do that much.

Then that cock pressed against him, and a tremor ran through his entire body. He could feel the raw need to be bred that flooded through his pussy, running from it all the way to the core of his body.

This...is this...

If this was how the General's victims felt around him, the sheer cult-like following that the super villain had - and the treatment his victims needed afterward - made so much more sense.

"Take it, mare."

The first thrust was slow, but long. He felt every inch as the thick shaft forced its way inside his pussy, dragging across his inner walls and making him feel the sheer girth that it brought with it. The head was thicker than the fingers by far, and he groaned as he felt it grinding in deeper, deeper, and deeper still. Soon, it was pressing past the depth the fingers had managed, then almost double that -

Horus hissed as the head of the shaft bumped up against the entrance of his womb. Something in him wanted to surrender even that, but the sheer girth of that cock would never quit reach through that. Not without pain, and not without help. The sheer heft of it was making it feel like it would try, though, and he groaned as it pushed against that little barrier.

"Heh...smaller than you look, mare."

The General's thrusts were teasing, but firm. How much more cock was still left outside of him? More than he wanted to admit, that was for damn sure. He groaned and hissed, biting off every moan that wanted to escape, but he still rolled his hips back to meet those thrusts. Tiny spasms of pain were eclipsed by the forced pleasure of the oversized cock in his pussy, filling him up and emptying him out again.

Just like those fingers - in, out, in, out - that cock brought more pleasure than it should, and he found his body submitting. Giving in. Waving the white flag.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

The constant pressure against his g-spot was driving him mad, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his cock all but pissing pre-cum across the floor. His legs were spreading further, his head drooping against the pillar as he was taken from behind. He couldn't think of anything but that fat dick, only barely aware of the fact that it was getting stiffer and stiffer inside of him...and wetter and warmer.

That cock...not quite sure...that it could breed him, but it had a chance. In, out, in, out, the head bumping against his womb, almost sliding in more than once. It would hurt if he let it, and he was almost -

No, that was it. That was it!

He slammed his hips back, and the pleasure turned to a deep, primal pain, but a pain that brought an orgasm with it. Horus clenched down hard around the bull's cock as he took it too far, even as he screamed at the top of his lungs. His asshole clenched down around the plug -

Vital Signs Spiking. All prisoners to cells. All prisoners to cells.

The intercom gave the orders, and all the prisoners that were at loose ends ran. Even Dark Storm and Shock Treatment were nowhere to be seen, and after a few grunting tugs, General Victorious ran off, as well. He darted away, barely making it into one of the cells before it slammed shut. And as for Horus?

Well, the pain and cramps running through his insides took him over, knocking him to his knees as he hugged himself around the middle. With darkness pressing in, he knew that he could have fought against it. He had done more to stay conscious in a fight in the past, forcing himself past his limits to save others.

But this time? This time, he let the darkness win.

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He woke up in an infirmary bed, his legs spread and hanging from a pair of hooks from the ceiling. Something was prodding around inside of his pussy, his cock and balls thrown over one leg, but the thing inside felt good rather than painful. Cooling rather than heating. It was a nice change.

"Looks like there was some damage, sir," a quiet voice whispered.

"How bad?"

"A little tearing, nothing too serious. The main thing is the entrance to the uterus. The cervix was hit hard; another blow like that, without something to make it easier for the prisoner, and he might lose the ability to actually bear children."

Wouldn't mind losing that, to be completely honest, Horus thought, groaning under his breath.

"Patient's regaining consciousness, sir."

"Leave him with me."

That would be the Warden. Horus groaned again as he slowly pulled his head off a pillow, looking past the hooks and the standing vixen. As she walked out of the room, he turned his head to the white-suited, slightly chubby croc standing between his legs.

"Well, that was definitely a stunt and a half," the Warden said, chuckling. "Usually, we don't intervene without some sort of near-death experience, but that must have hurt a hell of a lot. That, or you don't really deal with a lot of pain in your day-to-day life."

"Latter...and most people...don't touch that," the stallion grunted.

"Heh, I'm sure. Well, you managed to spike your pain to get our attention this time. I'd suggest that you don't do that again. Can't have it look like you're getting special treatment. At least, not without giving something back."

"Nnngh...and let me guess...you have something that you want," Horus muttered, pushing himself to sit up. He felt like he'd made a V of his body, with his rump being the bottom of it. "What do you want?"

"Perceptive."

"Hardly."

"True." The crocodile chuckled. "Well, then. Cards on the table. I'm the third member of the family to run this prison, and unlike my father and my grandfather, I don't have exactly the same sort of options when it comes to finding someone to partner with. The job sucks up almost all the free time that any of us have. My grandfather was married before he came up with the depowering grid. My father had time to find a wife before he became the Warden. And now..."

"You don't have anything. How is that my problem?"

"Well...you do have this rather...fertile hole."

"...You want me to -"

"Mmm-hmm. A few children, at least. Bred with the capabilities of a very powerful hero potentially in their veins and DNA. It would make for quite the family line, and certainly a very powerful legacy."

"You're mad."

"Hmm, unlikely. Sadistic, yes, but hardly mad. And I will ensure that you get something for your work. And more for your silence."

More for his silence. Doubtlessly the first was safety in the prison, he imagined, just to keep whatever child was growing in his womb safe, but the rest...what else would the Warden be willing to give him as the days went on? What else might he be able to ask for?

"Take your time. Think it over. But, I would suggest not to let the General 'conquer' you again. I doubt that he will be so gentle next time."

Merely thinking of the General threatened a wave of pleasure right down to his pussy. He managed to stop it by thinking of how disdainful they all were, summoning some hint of dignity again, but it was a close thing. He shook his head as he sat up more fully in the hospital bed, grunting as he pulled his hooves from the hooks.

"I'll...consider it."

"See that you do. The guards will be here soon to take you back to general population, and to sleep. Tomorrow, you'll have your first therapy session; perhaps, if you make the right decision, you'll tell them that you need to speak to me, after. Make the right decision, Horus."

The End

Summary: Horus goes through quite the rough 'welcome' to the prison, including some hard use from one of the villains. But there's other offers in play, and other ways that might get him loose from the prison.

Tags: M/H, H/solo, Nudity, Supers, Prison, Series, Embarrassment, Forced Arousal, Dubcon, Bondage, Examination, Vaginal, Breeding, Orgasm, Cum, Forced Pain, Quick Thinking, Horse, Bull, Panther, Crocodile, Various Species,