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Day 30 - Hivemind

"The Hall of Debauchery"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Sanmer

"... and while some might question their methods, the effectiveness of the new 'Hall of Justice' is undeniable."

"That's right, Monique. Crime rates have gone down drastically, along with the recidivism rate. Some experts assure the city has never been safer, and authorities from other states are already getting in touch with members of the 'Hall of Justice' to adopt their methods."

"That includes heroes from all around the world who come here exclusively for the training given within those walls."

"But we can't just ignore the indecency of those suits! They're supposed to be our children's heroes, and they're flying and roaming the city wearing things straight out of a porn movie! What kind of example are they giving?"

"There are several organizations pressuring the city's Mayor to apply laws against these obvious acts of exhibitionism. When exactly did we allow our country's best heroes to look like strippers?!"

"It's clear how scandalous the new outfits are, but that shouldn't distract us from the results they're getting."

"So you're fine with having strippers taking care of our city?"

"Are we gonna judge them for the way they dress and not the good they do to our city?"

"Allowing them to dress like that is the first step for worse things! We don't even know what they do inside the Hall of--"

The tiger removed his headphones as he entered the building. It made no sense to keep listening to the podcast after crossing the sacred walls of the "Hall of Justice"; nothing but meaningless threats from a bunch of conservative farts who had no power over them.

The moment he entered the building, the visor covering his eyes activated, playing a relaxing and hypnotic swirl pattern. The leather straps that made the harness that was his suit tightened, making his pecs look even bigger. His orange fur with black stripes, sweaty after patrolling the city the entire day, dripped over the pristine floor.

He greeted the heroes coming in and out, every one of them smiling just like him. They all wore a short variety of suits: leather harnesses with tight pants for the bulky and beefy heroes; and latex suits to cover the entire body of twinks heroes, like cats and rabbits. But they all have the same visor on the face, an advanced device to "provide detailed information during patrol". That's what the instructor told them, and, of course, they had no reason to doubt their instructor.

The tiger moved through a hallway leading to the dressing room. He wanted to change his jockstraps, wet in pre after covering his throbbing cock for several hours. God, the reek coming off his balls was so strong his sensitive nose kept catching it through the combined musk flooding the hallway; a strong and delicious smell that burned his nostrils every time he took a deep breath. He was dying to take a good whiff at his jocks before showering.

He made a stop at one of the vending machines to get a soda. Golden Horn was some feet away from there, getting his cock sucked by an eager raccoon while he talked to a lion.

"The new design is working excellent," Golden Horn said.

"I'm impressed I made it work so fast. I was afraid their minds would reject it," the lion added.

No one, not even the tiger, looked disturbed at the raccoon choking on the unicorn's cock. Actually, it was quite impressive to see a creature so small swallow something that big; the tiger had a perfect sight of the bulge it made on his throat as it went in and out during each thrust.

"Good thing they're all gullible. Promise them glory and they'll do anything."

Golden Horn talked normally. He didn't seem bothered by the raccoon on his knees, despite how noisy and messy his blowjob was. The tiger was a bit jealous, but he didn't dare to interrupt his conversation; there would be other chances to please the mighty unicorn.

As he continued on his way, the lion pulled out his cock and forced the raccoon to switch. He didn't even give him a moment to recover his breath.

The musk got stronger as he progressed, and naked heroes appeared. Some were erected, some flaccid, and none of them looked disturbed by their lack of clothes as if it was something completely natural. The only garment they kept on their bodies was the visor; it was forbidden to take it off, even while sleeping. The only exception was the shower, and that's why so many members of the "Hall of Justice" skipped the shower room unless it was necessary--or unless they wanted to do something else.

The moans coming from one room caught his attention. He peaked inside the conference room, where he found Mayor Glory on his fours, being fucked over the table by a buff stallion while other heroes jerked off around him.

"You like it, whore?" The stallion asked before spitting at him.

"Ye-yes! I like it!" The once mighty dragon replied.

He was one of the very few members that didn't wear a visor. Instead, he went around the entire building wearing a collar, clamps on both nipples tied with a chain, and a cage for his eager cock, a proper punishment for the depraved psycho who harassed anyone he had on his path. There was no pride in his expression, only the twisted smile of a broken mind after being exposed to the Lust Toxin more than any other member of the Hall of Justice. It was clear the dragon wouldn't go back to being who he once was, and that was for the better.

"Oh, Night Fury! Finished patrol already?" A deer, one of the heroes jerking off greeted him.

The tiger moved forward to have a better look at the dragon. He remembered well how much of a douchebag Mayor Glory was, doing whatever he wanted just because he was the leader of the entire organization. Being fucked by anyone who wanted to breed his fat ass was a poetic end, and one he was visibly enjoying; it was hard, if not impossible, to tell if he really loved his new life or if it was just a side effect of prolonged exposure to the toxin. Well, it made no difference. It was his toy.

"Yeah, busy day. Sent a full gang to the rehab center."

"Damn, that's impressive, boy! You really wanna win that date with the Boss, huh?"

The tiger, Night Fury, blushed after that comment. A night alone with the Boss, the only opportunity a member of the Hall of Justice had to "be himself". It was a reward very few had experienced, and the goal Night Fury set for himself since the day he put on the visor on his head.

"If you're feeling tired, why don't you come and use his mouth a little? This bitch is noisy."

Mayor Glory looked at him. Oh, how weird he looked with his face exposed like that, and his tongue hanging out of his open maw. Judging by the semen still dripping from his messy fangs, he was just fed recently, but the slutty dragon wanted more. That was the only thing he was good for, after all.

His cock throbbed inside the jockstrap, and the feline had to clench his fists to resist the temptation. He was well aware of how talented the dragon was with both holes, but he was saving himself for something a bit more... intimate. "Edge for 15 minutes every hour", that was the order. And he had been doing it for over two weeks. His balls were about to explode, but Night Fury knew the dragon was unworthy of his seed.

"I'm fine like this."

"More for me," a hyena said and immediately fed Mayor Glory with his cock.

A couple of heroes came over to the dragon's back, while the other two fucking him went hard and rough, showing no mercy to the whining dragon whose legs kept twitching under his weight.

Night Fury gave himself a moment to enjoy the scene and attended his manhood over the jockstrap. The bulge was so big his hand could barely cover it, and the musk was so intense a lot of noses in that room caught it with ease. God, the temptation was there, but a voice in his mind ordered him to stop, and the tiger obeyed, giving his bulge just enough attention to keep pushing and pushing until the strap finally gave in to the tension and snapped, releasing the beast Night Fury had between his legs.

A barbed cock, curved upwards, perfect to stab that sweet point during each thrust. Heavy and fat balls whose musk could put any slut on his knees. The pre coming off the tip was so thick it could fool anyone into thinking the tiger had come already; the result of edging for so long. It attracted some looks, but no one dared to approach the ferocious tiger, whose fangs said no one there deserved to have a taste of his pre.

Night Fury growled. The skin was so sensitive a simple caress was enough to make him shiver. The manhood throbbed in his grip as he gave it a good squeeze, getting some pre to drip on the floor, which he immediately cleaned with what was left of his jockstrap.

"I better get going," he said, throwing the deer the piece of musky cloth."Put it in his mouth after you guys finish with him. Let him drown in the musk of a real male."

And with that said, he left, leaving the dragon at the mercy of a bunch of horny heroes eager to put a load inside him.

He walked shamelessly with his hard cock on display, a mast guiding him on that furious sea of musk. And more than one hero fell victim to its hypnotic wiggle, tempted by the barbed head and the slight curve they knew would make them cry like a bitch. The overwhelming confidence with which he walked attracted and intimidated equally, turning the tiger into an unreachable goal for many.

And he loved that attention. He loved walking around knowing he was getting all the looks. From the ones coming and going to those fucking on the hallway or inside one of the many offices. In the middle of a perpetual orgy, getting the attention was exactly the kind of moral boost that kept his cock firm.

His legs trembled when he passed next to a room full of heroes and captured villains. Each one occupied one of the chairs distributed in two rows facing each other, and on top of their heads was a helmet connected to a machine on the ceiling. One of the "Rehab sessions": a collective hypnosis session during which they were forced to change roles and fantasize fucking each other. The machine "recorded" those fantasies and provoked in them the cumulative pleasure, resulting in a mind-blowing orgasm that would last until the last villain was reformed.

Night Fury went through it, back when he volunteered to help. The orgasm he went through was in no way natural, and it broke him. The pleasure lasted 43 minutes, more than the regular sessions; and that was just one of many. The sole memory of it was enough to make his legs shake under his weight.

He stayed to see the participants. Among the heroes, he recognized "Green Menace", a beefy crocodile; "Puppeteer", a sly ferret; "Red Rocket", a grumpy Doberman; and "The Thing", a rhino of balls bigger than his cock. The rest he knew their names, a bunch of newbies seeking to gain the Boss' favor by getting into something they weren't prepared for. The difference between them and the veterans was obvious from the way they squirmed in pleasure.

The villains, poor bastards, they were a different story. Judging by their looks, the session was about to finish.

Night Fury focused enough to sync with the heroes. With both hands holding from the door frame, the tiger squirmed and moaned in pleasure; unlike him, the participants were all gagged and his moans never made it out of the room. The orgasm was so intense he ended up falling to his knees, with the fur from his back bristled and his tail stiff like his cock. It was a short session, yes, but the pleasure was stronger than he remembered. He broke his link with the heroes before he came, and drooled on the floor wondering how they were able to endure that.

When he looked up, he found the male responsible for that. He didn't recognize the arctic fox conducting the session, but as soon as he laid an eye on him, Night Fury left the place immediately. The fact he didn't "feel" his presence was enough to tell him he was no part of the Hive, and thus, he was "dangerous".

He paid no attention to the debauchery taking place around him. The fox's presence shocked him to the point it broke his bond temporarily, and the feline stumbled across the hallway like a drunkard, mumbling random words from a mind struggling to recover control. But a soothing voice came from inside his head and hummed a song that put the feline back into a trance.

His walk went back to normal, and he peacefully made his way to the locker room, a vast and pristine chamber with the floor sticky from all the sweat, saliva, and cum left by others. And those colors were There, he was received by a smiley lion, attired in a tight spandex suit that left very little to the imagination.

"Good day, Night Fury," he greeted, his voice lacked any emotion.

"Hey drone, tell me if I need a bath," the tiger replied, and immediately he took the lion's head and shoved it on his pit.

The weaker feline didn't react; his body squirmed a little, but nothing else. Night Fury forced him to take a good whiff at it; except he kept it longer than intended until his survival instinct kicked in and he fought to get free from the tiger's hold. He immediately adopted a neutral posture, like a robot going back to his position, yet his throbbing bulge revealed how much he enjoyed the tiger's reek.

"So? What do you think?" Night Fury insisted.

"You smell perfect, Night Fury. You don't need a bath yet."

"That's what I thought."

The drone followed him to his locker. Night Fury wasn't really into the full "shave" thing: the lion, just like all the drones with long fur on the head, had his mane shaved. It gave him an eerie aspect, exactly what he would expect from a drone whose identity had been stolen. He knew it was necessary to set a distinctive mark since they weren't part of the Hive, but he still was having trouble getting used to it.

That and the latex suit. It looked extremely uncomfortable, yet he never heard a drone complain about it.

The lion helped him diligently with the leather harness that made his suit until the tiger was completely empty. He then proceeded to please the mighty Hero with a massage on his shoulders. His little fingers, those who once helped stop villains and save citizens, were now a tool to bring relief to many heroes.

"That feels incredible," the tiger moaned while his back arched.

He saw his cock throb and the string of pre hanging from the tip. A sudden urge took over him, and the feline gnashed his fangs as he felt the temptation to put the lion against the lockers and rip apart his suit to fuck and breed his sweet ass. It was normal to use drones for that, but he hadn't been allowed to cum. Doing so would be going against His will, yet the urge was so strong he was having a hard time controlling himself.

But out of nowhere, the massage ended. It wasn't normal for a drone to stop acting without an order, unless--

A finger snap sent Night Fury to the ground. His body squirmed violently from an intense orgasm. The ropes of cum came out of his fat cock and bathed him, the result of edging day after day. He realized, in the middle of his mindblowing climax, the command came from the Boss himself, who could make any member of the Hive cum as easy as flipping a switch. The feline whined loudly, holding his head with both hands in fear it could explode.

"Amazing as always, Master," a rat of squeaky voice said. His tiny paws barely made a sound as he walked over the white tiles.

"I was curious about this one. His link broke momentarily. I wanna know why," an unknown voice belonging to the fox he saw earlier continued.

"His name is Night Fury. I offer you an apology, Master. I should have trained him better."

"You already gave me the entire Hall of Justice. Mistakes like this are to be expected. Don't blame yourself. Took it as an opportunity to learn more, instead."

"Wise words as always. We'll use it to reinforce the Hive Mind."

They talked normally, unimpressed at Night Fury, who still was experiencing an orgasm even after he emptied his balls all over his chest and belly. The pleasure was so intense the feline took off the visor in desperation, yet that didn't break the control the arctic fox had over him. He could barely see him, his eyes rolled upwards. All he caught was the lab coat he was wearing, and the braids of hair on front. And that was it. That was all he needed to know he was the Boss himself.

"I think he won himself that night with me. Too bad for you," the Arctic fox lamented. "You're about to discover that's not as good as it sounds."