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Robinson Bruce Kreet had left on silent soles. Max still stood in front of the water cooler, another cup in hand, contemplating Kreet's offer. If that was his chance, so be it. He took the chip and slotted it into his wrist socket. Data uploaded into his retinal vision as he went for the armoury. A location in a remote district of the city. Four targets, one of them a wanted dealer in weapons and armoured vehicles.

With practised routine he was back in his gear, stun shotgun over his shoulder and a sleek black ride under his arse. Half an hour later, he was at the target location, ready for anything.

He scouted the area, adding details to the holographic grit and wire map in his retinal HUD. The link to HQ was active, downloading whatever information on the area was available. He didn't bother checking the front, determined to breach through the rear. It took a while, exploring every nook and ridge until he found a crack to squeeze through and insert himself.

Once inside, he unslung his stun shotgun, carefully panning the barrel left and right while scanning his surroundings. Shelves and crates, and what he recognized as weapon racks. The storage wasn't big, but enough to convince Max of being on the right track. Carefully he snuck himself into the adjoining corridor.

His ears perked up at the sound of voices. Following the noise, he saw coloured light pour through an open door. Pressing his back against the wall, he peeked inside. He saw a hall or garage with a huge gate, and a table right next to his door. Drinks and snacks were thrown together with weapons and gadgets of various size and purposes, the table surrounded by cushions, beanbags and ragged divans. Music was playing. Drunken laughter and lulled conversation between the three individuals reached Max through the thick armour of his helmet, even without his aural sensors already recording every word.

Taking one deep breath, he rushed in.

"Freeze!" Max bellowed, his voice amplified by the speakers in his armour, standing with legs apart in front of the trio, his stun shotgun levelled at them. A chubby alligator, a muscular tiger and a scrawny wolf looked at him, dumbfounded but not intimidated. Growling his best top dog growl, he racked the stun shotgun for emphasize. "Get up! Hands where I can see them."

None of them moved. They were just staring at him, even past him. Just how drugged were they, Max wondered? He was about to reach for his handcuffs and restrain each of the laggards one by one, when he heard the whine of heavy motors powering up behind him.

Retreating towards the door instead of turning his back on the trio, Max maintained a sense of tactical positioning even while looking around. What he saw made him tilt his ears and tug his tail between his legs. In the corner next to the door a huge power suit was rising from its crouch, massive shoulder armour scarping the ceiling. Max, well trained, suppressed a whine.

Stunned as he was, he caught something in the corner of his eye. The scrawny wolf tried his chance to attack him from behind, but Max swiftly caught his chin with the butt of his gun, knocking him out. Growling fiercely, the tiger leaped at him next, eating a full dosage of stun shrapnel for his trouble.

Then something caught Max around the waist, squeezing tight. Before he realized what was happening, the small border collie was lifted off the floor, caught in one massive paw of the power suit. "My, my, my, what do we have here?" A fearsome voice growled through the suit's speakers. Max used the butt of his gun to beat down at the metal fingers, but it was useless. A little more squeezing forced the air out of his lungs. Dropping the gun, he squirmed for his life

"Eh hi hi hi hi!" The voice bellowed mirthfully. "What a little morsel, eh, guys?"

The power suit turned at its companions. Two still knocked out on the floor, the alligator watching with cold eyes, shrugging his shoulders and taking a draw from his smoke stick. The arms of the suit sunk, mimicking the frustration of its pilot. "What a boring bunch you are sometimes."

The metallic gaze returned on Max, who was still squirming in the paw, barely able to breath. Something growled predatory from inside the suit and he had a sinking feeling in his gut that this time it wasn't a motor. "You might be fun, though. Let me see." With tenderness belying its hulking power, the other machine paw reached up and tore the helmet off of Max without harming the canine. He bared his teeth, but couldn't hide his fear entirely.

A chuckle vibrated over the suit's speakers. "Oooh, yeah, you will do just fine, little enforcer."

Pressure valves hissed and locking mechanisms inside the armour turned. The chest plates moved aside, peeling away layer after layer of protection. A voice boomed through the room, half speaker amplification, half primordial malice. "Brown! Get the hell up and prime our defences! Gordon!" The alligator looked up, slowly but with a wiry strength running under his scaled hide. "Help Joey. But first, hold this pup for me."

Max watched with growing sense of horror as the suit peeled away from its pilot. The first he saw was a ripped chest broad as a barrel, leathery beige. Next came shoulders, wide enough to put Brian and Tanuk to shame, covered in big scales of dark forest green. The helmet moved up, revealing the broad jaw of a T-Rex. Max struggled with renewed energy, and to his surprise the machine paw opened. He fled out of his confinements to bounce right into the chubby belly of Gordon, which didn't bounce at all but felt like a brick wall. The alligator's arms embraced him in a bear hug, drowning Max's senses with cold sweat, tobacco smoke and male musk. He was huffing beside himself, snout buried against the big male's chest.

"Aaaah, that's better," said the primordial voice behind him. The more Max squirmed, the more exposed he felt, having growing suspicions as to what he had gotten himself into.

A clawed hand groped his ass from behind, but Max held his breath despite his arousal. Huge fingers kneaded his buttocks, exploring his hips and thighs. "Oooh, yeah, that's just what I needed." Growled the saurus, easily undoing Max's belt.

"Brown!" The T-Rex shouted from behind Max. "Any signs of company this morsel brought along?"

"Negative, Roy." Replied scrawny wolf, glasses reflecting the glow of displays covered with data scrolls and video feeds. The saurus snickered, a deep rumble that vibrated through Max's bones. "Did you come alone, little morsel? Oooh, how kind of you."

In a single tear of rending enforced fibre clothes, Max's trousers came off, revealing his firm, wriggling butt. Huge fingers groped him anew, making Max pant into the tight confines of his prison, caught between muscular arms and chest of the alligator. His cock was already hardening. Jerking his hips away so that Gordon didn't feel his arousal, he automatically pushed out his ass towards the T-Rex.

"Eager little morsel!" The saurus roared in response, kneading Max's buttocks more strongly, spreading his cheeks to look at the ring he was going to abuse tonight. "Ooh, you look good, little morsel." He said, spitting a fat glob of saliva onto Max's ring, spreading the improvised lube with one of his huge thumbs, circling the tender ring, poking inside it. The little border collie shivered, but clenched his teeth to not moan. "C'mon, little morsel. Let me hear how much you love this."

More spit hit his hole, lubricating him until the second thumb could invade as easily as the first, spreading him. Both digits massaged and stretched him, until Max visibly shivered, panting against the alligators chest. Gordon chuckled when Max reached around, looking for all the world like embracing the alligator, not in struggle but to steady himself. Roy growled, though it was hard to hear if with frustration or ambition.

"I will make you howl, little morsel."

The huge paws clasped around Max's waist, together almost as big as the one machine paw that had caught him previously. With no apparent effort Max was lifted out of Gordon's embrace and into the air. The strength emanating from the saurus was incredible. But Max's eyes widened when he felt the heat of something equally hulking standing ready just below his ass.

The tip alone was massive, big as one of the predator's thumbs before the glands widened into a triangular shape. Pre pooled at its top, now applied between Max's cheeks while Roy moved the border collie easily, as if he was nothing but a flesh-light, back and forth until the tip caught the canine's ring. Max, truly afraid, let go of a tiny whimper, involuntarily encouraging the T-Rex, who chuckled viciously. "There, that's a start."

And then he shoved the border collie down.

At first it was only that triangular gland moving in and out. Max ground his teeth against the incredible stretch, being reminded of Brian's knot, but this was just the tip. The saurus was so much bigger than the border collie, easily more than half his size. As if his body weight would count for nothing, Max was shoved onto that fat cock time and again, slowly stretching wider for the bigger male, making him pant. The pressure on his prostate alone was enough to have his puppy-pecker drool with pre-cum, and here the rutting had barely started

Distantly he was aware of Gordon helping up the stunned tiger, the later obviously enjoying to see retribution brought down onto Max. Even Brown couldn't help but look up from his screens, the grunting and wet noises distracting him from his surveillance. Roy growled, and stretched Max wider, now impaling the small canine up to the middle of the monstrous shaft. Max shivered, loosing another jet of pre-cum.

"Yes, little morsel. Stretch wide for me. God, it's been so long since a hole could take me. Wonder if you will, huh?" Carefully thrusting, with infinite patience diminished only by the big males obvious need to breed, Max's backdoor got invaded further and further. He was almost down the whole shaft when the border collie began to whimper with pleasure, eyes rolling in their sockets.

Roy growled, encouraged. "Yes! Take me in, you little fuck-sleeve." More and more caution was cast aside in the rush for pleasure. The saurus started to fuck Max with mounting fury, harsh slurping sounds echoing through the hall, drowning out the music and the hum of machinery. Joey's sneer was soon replaced by gawping astonishment. Even Gordon looked impressed, while Brown began to fondle the throbbing hardness in his pants.

Nobody noticed the vehicles appearing on the surveillance screens.

Max began to moan in earnest. Like a bitch, like a needy slut in heat, like the little border collie bottom he was, impaled on a massive signpost of breeding flesh. A cracking loud slap of skin on skin announced Roy's hilting into Max's tight pucker. Shivering, legs spread wide in the air, Max whimpered, looking down at the bulge in his belly. Roy huffed with pleasure, holding the border collie firmly in his grasping claws.

Then he started to pound, holding Max in place, letting his hips do all the work. The ploughing went on and on. Both moaned and grunted, while the camera feeds showed the established perimeter of transport vans and heavy armoury surrounding the main entrance.

Roy's prick seemed to swell even further when he reached his climax. Max rolled his eyes, nearly fainting. His body twitched when the first jettison of thick T-Rex seed pumped into his belly. Bucking his hips against the force of the cock plunging into his depth, his muscles cramped, his ring tightened, and thick juices of his own shot through the air, hitting the cursing tiger full in the face. In the corner, Brown moaned naughtily, jerking himself to climax just in time with the main couple on stage.

About the same time something exploded against the frontal entrance. The gate was forced open and multiple troopers of the elite SWAT from Max's department rushed into the room, shouting orders and overcoming the trio within moments. Roy was hardly able to react, lodged deep inside Max as he was, growling fiercely, voice trembling with after-glow, while several stun primed heavy calibre guns were pointing at his bare, heaving chest.

One of the figures opened their visor, under which Tonuk greeted Max with a wink. "Told you so! Always keeping things interesting."

Max could hardly move, impaled on T-Rex meat as he was. Especially after the soldiers had forced Roy to lift his hands behind his head, Max was hanging with his whole body in the air, supported only by the pole up his clenching ring.

He saw Brian in his plated armour, huge in size and still much smaller than Roy's power suite sitting unmanned in the corner, bellowing orders and organizing the transport of the culprits. "And somebody get Max off my prime suspect's junk for God's sake!"

With even the most tenacious spectres of Max's dignity dispelled, the border collie was carefully pried off, shivering and moaning despite himself when the cold void filled his hole and a guilty part of him instantly began missing the penetration. Out of the turmoil a towel was pressed into his hands, which he took gratefully. Only when he was rubbed down and somewhat recomposed did he fully look at the figure. "Thank yo-oh," he started but was stunned when recognizing the vulpine death mask above a pinstriped anthracite suit.

"Don't mention it, Max." Said Mr Kreet. With a gesture, the head of Covered Operations And Infiltration missions commanded Max to follow. "We are very impressed," he continued, indicating Brian across the room, who, when Max looked, gave him a nod of acknowledgement.

Mr Kreet continued. "Some reconditioning is required, of course, and we have to go over the exact configuration of your bodies enhancements." The fox kept explaining as if it was the plainest thing in the world. "But you earned your promotion, Max Glaw. Congratulations." Here, the death mask turned around to him, patting him on the shoulder, smiling approval.

"Pro... Promotion, Mr Kreet?"

The fox just chuckled, and led him out towards open air and paper cups of hot coffee. "Please, do call me Rob." He took a swig of coffee himself, perhaps enjoying Max's confusion before finally answering. "Yes, promotion, Max. Welcome to the team. I think you'll find it much easier to play to your strengths as our organisation's newest elite infiltrator."

Max held his cup of coffee, forgotten in his hand. Eventually he would understand how Brian and Mr. Kreet had put him to the test, secretly discussing their asset's future and utilization. In but a matter of months, Max would be in the field again, doing what he did best with the males of the criminal underworld.