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“You sure there's money in there?"

Jack felt nervous. The kind of nervous that made him wish he was a smoker, if only to keep his fingers busy. Right now his fingers were drumming against the car's window, a tic that annoyed him more than it annoyed Vasili.

“Of course I'm sure," the polar bear replied, “These dodgy fucks love to hoard cash. You know why? Because they can hide it from the taxman. Just try and buy a pack of cigs from them with a card. 'Sorry sir. The card reader is broken today'."

Vasili chuckled, looking pretty satisfied with his imitation of a stereotypical bodega shop owner. Mixed with his own thick accent it made for an interesting vocal salad.

The young panther nodded and glanced at the lousy-looking corner shop through the rain that veiled the street. At this late hour there were only three types of patrons for a place like this: nicotine addicts desperate for a fix, drunks picking up a midnight snack and gay couples looking for a bottle of vodka and a pack of lubricated condoms. He wondered in which category the owner would have classified him.

Vasili pulled a gun from under the seat and loaded a magazine. It locked into place with a satisfying click. Just like in the movies, Jack thought. The bear handed him the gun and the black-furred cat took it after a second of hesitation. It was a second too much. Vasili's massive paw clenched his wrist like a vice.

“You're not going to fuck up, are you?"

“Wha-? No!"

Jack knew Vasili had two modes of existence: jolly daddy and ruthless businessman, and right now his growling voice was all business. Jack tried to wriggle out of his grip but the hand only held him tighter.

“If you're going to fuck up you tell me RIGHT NOW and we go home. This is no game, there's no reset button, no 'sorry guys let's start all over again'. It's the real stuff."

“Jesus fuck, you think I'm dumb?"

Jack clasped his free hand on the bigger man's paw. Two pairs of dark-brown and honey-gold eyes stared at each other in the car's cramped cabin. Then Vasili's expression became mellow and he let go of the youth. Daddy was behind the wheel again.

“Good. Then it's agreed, I get the safe and you make sure no one does anything stupid."

Jack rubbed his wrist. It hurt a bit, but he hoped his frown made him look grim and determined.

“You got claws and teeth kid, I know it, so show 'em!" the bear added and mock-punched the panther's cheek. He always did that after he got angry and calmed down.

Vasili loaded his own gun and grabbed two big canvas sacks. Then after making sure the street was clear the two men exchanged a last nod, pulled black ski-masks over their heads and ran out of the car towards their neon-illuminated prey.

“Everybody freeze or I'll splatter your brains like baked beans!"

Jack had rehearsed that sentence inside his head for days but now it sounded kind of dumb. The two men inside the bodega - an opossum that was busy restocking a shelf and a fat warthog watching TV from a plastic chair - stared at the intruders with the eyes of robots who were having trouble processing the data they were just fed. Vasili stomped forward and grabbed the possum clerk by the collar of his T-shirt and shoved him towards the back of the store, sending packets of extra-crunchy onion and bacon crisps scattering on the ground.

“You, put the cigarettes in the bag, hurry!" he barked at the pig, tossing him one of the sacks.

The man understood and carefully got up. Jack held him at gunpoint while the bear turned his attention towards the possum.

“Open the safe, now," he growled.

The small man opened his mouth like an especially dull-witted koi fish. He looked at his boss, as if to say this wasn't in his job description. Vasili pistol-whipped some sense into him and moments later the trembling possum was stuffing wads of cash and rolls of coins into the second bag.

On the TV a horse girl was shaking her gigantic behind to the tune of a pop song. Jack's gun tracked the warthog's every motion as the pig grabbed handfuls of cigarette packets from the tobacco rack. “Hurry the fuck up, or else…" the panther snarled. The pig shot him back a glare full of rage, the rage of someone whose meager livelihood was being taken away from him. The gun swayed a bit in the panther's hand and the fragile tension was broken. Cigarette boxes and vape kits cascaded on the floor as the man dropped the bag and lunged behind the counter.

“Hey, HEY!" Jack yelled. He shook his gun at the spot where the pig had disappeared, rushing on adrenaline high yet completely out of his element, unable to decide what he should do.

The shopkeeper appeared again and leveled a shotgun in his direction, and his body chose to freeze. The pig was saying something in a language that he did not understand. He had two mustard stains on his t-shirt, a fresh one and one at least a day old. The gun demanded to be operated in Jack's hand but his fingers said no. The shotgun's gaping barrel was smaller than he would've expected.

The hail of buckshot blasted open a row of health drinks next to his head, and he ducked behind a magazine stand. “Hey hey wait! WAIT!" he yelled sitting on the floor, hunched over and feeling wetness dripping along the back of his head.

“What in the fuck!?" Vasili yelled as he barrelled out of the backroom, dragging a half open bag of cash in one hand and leaving a trail of loose bills, and when the pig turned to face him the polar bear shot him.

He did not stop to check his handiwork but marched straight to Jack, and pulled him up from the scruff of his neck like a kitten. “Move!" he snapped and shoved him hard toward the exit.

The front door slammed open and they burst on the street, Jack running without looking back. He was first to reach the car and hopped behind the wheel, hands shaking and hyperventilating, but before Vasili got around the car to the passenger side he saw the shop owner stagger in the doorway. He was bleeding and cursing and holding the shotgun with a single hand, then lifted it in the air and discharged it, alerting even the willingly oblivious.

“I said MOVE!" Vasili snarled as he banged the side of the door, and Jack floored the gas pedal. The polar bear swore as he was forced to take running steps, clinging to the half opened door with one hand as the car accelerated, and barely managed to dive in before Jack speeded away. His foot stuck out of the car and his tennis shoe scraped against the pavement when Jack screeched around the corner.

Jack navigated to the interstate, out of habit rather than conscious decision to evade pursuit. There was no wail of sirens nor the chattering of police helicopters following them, and the road was deserted besides the late night seekers and insomniacs. Jack was trembling and tried to focus on the road ahead while sick to his stomach and jonesing on adrenaline. The silence was the worst part, the way Vasili drew breath heavy like the air before a thunderstorm.

“Pull over," the polar bear said gruffly.

“I'm sorry Vas-" Jack started, but was cuffed by the larger man.

“Like the fuck I'm gonna be a passenger in my own car. Pull over and we switch."

Jack nodded and eased the car on the shoulder of the highway. Vasili stormed out immediately, but he squeezed the wheel for a moment before climbing out of the seat. The air smelled cool and dirty from the heavy diesel exhaust of the ships in the bay. The City shone like a beached deep sea creature on the shore, its neon lights glittering and blinking as it lay dying, and Jack could imagine the rot settling in on the skyscrapers and streets that were its tentacles and veins.

Vasili grasped him out of his reveries, taking him in a bear hug and squeezing him too tightly for comfort. He had one hand behind Jack's back while the other was holding the back of his head, preventing him from moving while the polar bear spoke quietly to his ear.

“Never pull a gun on a guy unless you're ready to shoot the bastard," his breath was hot Jack's cheek and tasted like tobacco. “When you point a gun at a man, you are telling him 'I have threatened your life. It is okay for you to kill me, if you can.'"

Jack stifled a sniff. “I'm sorry Vas, I fucked up. I don't have what it takes."

“Oh noo, don't say such things," Vasili said with mock indignation. “You stood your ground like a man! You'll do better the next time." He patted Jack's back, then moved his hand lower to caress his buttcheek. Jack froze and tried to push himself free of the man, but Vasili held on to him firmly.

“Ah I'm not sure about next time…" he protested, but Vasili pushed him back, trapping him between his bulk and the car. He nuzzled the side of the panther's neck with his broad snout, and licked him under his ear. Jack closed his eyes and tried to relax as he felt the stiffness in the bear's pants rub against his body. It was a bad idea to resist Vasili when he was in a rutting mood, and right now the man was like a bull in heat. His hand unfastened the panther's jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. Jack wriggled his right foot out of them so that he could spread himself more easily. Vasili caressed the soft exposed fur of Jack's legs, stopping only to unzip his own pants and free his dick when he couldn't endure the pressure anymore. His erection was thick enough to club someone to death with, and he began to rub it against Jack's thighs.

“Fuck, you're soft just like a girl," he huffed into the panther's ear between two licks. Jack wasn't sure he was comfortable with the compliment.

Vasili's cock felt hot on Jack's fur. The cat closed his legs around the bigger man's shaft but Vasili grunted, and his hand started to pull down Jack's boxers as well. The young man gasped and squirmed as the cool night air brushed his exposed flesh. Vasili was usually content with a thighjob - ass stuff was for faggots, as he said - but now the bear's prodding cock was pressing under his balls, looking for a way between his cheeks. “Is he going to fuck me right here, in front of everyone?" Jack flushed as a car sped past, headlights blazing.

“Did you get the smokes, kiddo? I want my victory cig," he murmured in Jack's ear while his hands trailed back and forth along his back. He leaned forward, his bulk forcing the cat to recline against the car's hood.

“N… no, sorry," Jack shook his head, heart pounding as he prepared to return Vasili's kiss.

Vasili stopped and looked at him disappointed. “You really fucked up, you dumb fuck." He pushed himself up, his red erection wagging in front of him. He slammed his hand against the hood with a sonorous whack, tucked his dick back in his pants and shoved Jack to make him walk around the car, while he climbed in on the driver's seat to glower.

--

Vasili turned the key in the lock. The battered door opened with a metallic whine of protest and the fluorescent light from the corridor illuminated a floor and walls of bare concrete. The bear flicked the light switch and stepped inside with Jack in tow.

The place used to be an underground storage facility, the kind people rented when they wanted to stash old furniture and assorted junk they couldn't be bothered to get rid of, until an enterprising landlord turned it into a mostly livable budget housing unit. The rectangular, garage-like space had a desk, a kitchenette and a big convertible couch where the two watched TV, slept and had sex when Vasili was in the mood. There were no windows but that suited their nocturnal lifestyle well enough.

“Fuck my life," Vasili grunted and sat heavily on the sofa, making it groan dangerously in return. The bear threw his head back against the cushions, closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. Jack stood some distance from him, thumbs tucked in the pockets of his jeans, ready to fetch the man a can of beer from the fridge if needed. Vasili remained silent for what must have been a minute, motionless save for the rising and falling of his broad chest. Then he opened his eyes and dove into the bag at his feet.

“This better have been worth it," he muttered as he sifted through the bills, sorting them in neat piles and adding up the total under his breath.

“I'm, uh, I'm gonna take a shower if you don't need me," Jack said and gestured towards the door of their tiny bathroom with his thumb. Vasili did not object.

The thin prefab wall that separated the washroom area from the rest of the living space allowed for a modicum of visual privacy, but it also ensured that the enclosed, poorly-ventilated place always stank of mildew. Jack took off his clothes, tossed his semen-stained underpants atop the pile of dirty laundry and sniffed his T-shirt. Not mint fresh but it'd have to do for another couple of days. He turned the faucet on and after some tweaking found the elusive sweet spot between scalding and ice-cold. The young man slipped under the jet of hot water with a deep breath of relief and treated himself to a few moments of perfect immobility, feeling his nude body letting go of some of the tension under the liquid massage. He squished some soap into his palm and began to rub himself clean, starting with the crack between his cheeks and under his tail.

Jack liked to think that he wasn't bad-looking. His fur was of shade of black that shone with a gold-brown patina under the sunlight and his body had a lean and supple strength to it that a diet of ramen and hot dogs hadn't managed to dent yet. As to his manly bits, he had gone through the ritual of comparing his junk with the other boys as their bodies came of age, and despite the anatomical differences, especially with the canines, he could tell that more than a few had envied him. Still, he could bulk up a bit, he thought as he wistfully flexed his biceps. Perhaps with some clever rearrangement he could squeeze a small workout area into their den…

A hundred frigid needles stabbed him as the hot water ran out. A shriek reverberated around the bathroom followed by the stumbling sound of someone bumping against the flimsy walls. Not long after Jack emerged into the living room wearing a pair of boxers and drying his fur with a towel.

“I think the boiler's dying on us," he grumbled.

“I prefer cold water anyhow," Vasili replied without taking his eyes off the night's booty.

“But I need a hot shower before sleeping," Jack insisted and hung the towel to dry on the back of a chair.

Vasili stopped counting and turned his head towards the young man.

“You need three, no, two square meals a day, clothes on your back and a roof over your head. Everything else is a bonus. Another life lesson for you, kiddo."

The bear started folding the bills into wads. Jack walked over to the fridge and took out two cans of drink, iced coffee for himself and beer for Vasili. He sat next to the bigger man and looked at the cash.

“How much we got?"

“Nuff' to pay the rent."

Vasili was always evasive when it came to their finances. Jack knew he stashed the money inside a metallic case with a lock but he had no idea how much there was in there.

“I was thinking," he said between two sips, “Maybe soon we got enough to start a clean job."

The bear gulped half his can in one draught. “What do you mean?"

“Like, buying a taxi or something…"

Vasili looked at Jack like the panther had announced he was going to join a travelling circus. He put his can on the floor.

“A taxi. Lemme get that straight, that's what you want? You want to drive a taxi?"

Shit shit shit, Jack thought. “Uh, I said taxi but it could be anything, like…" he said and racked his brain.

“One of these cute little coffee bikes maybe? So you can sell lattes, espressos and croissants at the tram station?"

“No, I… I mean…"

Vasili's two paws fell on Jack's shoulders before the cat could mumble a coherent thought. The coffee can hit the floor and rattled away, spreading its dark contents on the concrete.

“Let me tell you a story," the polar bear whispered, his brow almost touching Jack's, “My father, he was a good honest man. He drove a truck since he turned eighteen and he never drank too much or visited the ladies. He saved money instead because he wanted to buy his own truck one day."

Jack nodded.

“After twenty years he became his own boss and he was very proud. Then the anarchy came. He couldn't pay the taxes, the gas and the protection money. He lost his truck, and also his flat and his teeth, so one day he locked himself in the bathroom, drank a bottle and blew his top."

He let go of the panther. Jack looked at the man in front of him, waiting until Vasili's breathing became more even. “Jesus Vas, I didn't know, I'm so sorr…"

“Don't be," the bear interrupted, “He was a loser. The only useful lesson he gave me was when he put a gun in his mouth. I learned I never wanted to be like him."

He drank the rest of his can and crushed it like an afterthought.

“I'm not going to be like him and you're not going to be like him, kid. I swear it."

Jack did not know what to say, which left him sitting in awkward silence.

Vasili patted his cheek and smiled. “Why give me a face like a bitch? Come, we eat now. It is dinnertime."

--

They had a simple meal and then sat on the couch in front of the tv, but Jack could not focus on the show. Vasili's speech had made him think of his own parents, which was something he did not like to do. The fact was that the polar bear had saved him off the streets, and for that he was in debt of gratitude to him. Jack escaped his thoughts by crawling under Vasili's big arm and nuzzled his side with his face, while petting the side of his round belly with one hand. The larger man slipped his hand in Jack's boxers almost absentmindedly, and cupped his cock and balls in his palm, fondling them idly like stress relief toys.

After a while he gave Jack's rump a slap and told him to get ready for bed. It was the sign for the panther to get up, undress and slip between the sheets and wait while Vasili took a cold shower. The polar bear wanted his bed warm.

In the darkness Jack listened to the sound of bare feet on concrete. The convertible bed creaked heavily when Vasili settled down and hugged Jack from behind, his slightly damp fur pressing against his back and his black snout kissing the nape of his neck. His big paws felt him up, caressing his chest and belly while he murmured something foreign in his ear, that Jack guessed was either slurs or confessions of love.

Jack could feel the bear's cock harden and slide between his thighs, long and red shaft unlike his, with a thick base tapering to a pointy tip dripping with gooey precum. Vasili did not like it when he made noises, so Jack just squeezed his thighs around the member tightly to trap it in the caress of his silky fur and waited. Vasili made a low, rumbling sound and thrusted, gripping Jack's hips like he owned him. His precum left a glistening smear along Jack's leg, and he picked up pace with the added lubrication.

It did not take long for him to blow his load in thick gouts of semen, landing on the mattress in little pools while his cock throbbed and leaked out more. He pulled back and rolled around, the bed groaning as he hefted his bulk. “Finish yourself quietly. I hate to leave a guy waiting," he said with a tired grunt and shook himself to find a more comfortable position.

Jack swallowed, exhaling after having held his breath, and with his back to the bear he started stroking his half erect cock. His knuckles brushed against the rapidly cooling semen on the bed, and he shifted his hips to avoid touching it in a bout of revulsion. The cold seed felt dirty, a stark reminder of being used by another man. It lacked the heat of the moment, the passion he felt when Vasili caressed him and treated him as his partner. He started to harden. He was weaker and younger than Vasili, and he had taken him under his wing, so he was in his proper place as his bitch. He struggled to stifle a moan. Vasili had never taken Jack in the ass, buried his long bear cock to the hilt inside him and filled him with his piping hot cum. He felt his cock twitch and pulse. He wanted to clean Vasili's cock after their sex with his mouth, lick his entire length and bury his nose in his hairy balls. He hissed as he cummed, feeling guilt as desire left him and drained from his balls onto the bed.

Jack licked his fingers clean and turned to hug Vasili's back. The bear was already fast asleep, rumbling steadily as he breathed in and out. He could take the money, he thought to himself, seeing himself cautiously picking up the key that hung on a thin chain around Vasili's neck and then unlocking the metal case he kept stashed behind the boiler. He would slip out silently and be free on the streets with however much cash they had managed to steal during the past couple months. He pressed his face between Vasili's shoulder blades and breathed in his scent, his coarse fur tickling his nose. And then what? The money would run out and then he would be back where he started. Vasili would kill him if he caught him. Jack hugged the big man tighter, his shield protecting him from the rest of the world. He was immovable, like a rock, the first and only fixed point in his entire life. He just needed to keep him happy and he'd make it through.

He tried to sleep but couldn't.

--

The gurgling of the electric kettle woke him up. Vasili was sitting next to the kitchen counter, brewing himself some tea and making a call. A cigarette moved between his dark lips as he spoke.

“Yeah, yeah. How much?... No fucking way. I'm the one taking all the risk here… Okay, that's more like it."

Jack wriggled out of the blanket and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling groggy. Vasili gave him a distracted glance and squeezed some honey into his cup.

“... Of course I know what I'm doing. You think I'm some sort of clown?" He blew smoke out of his nostrils and took a sip. “I know you meant no disrespect… So that's agreed. You just sit back in that chair, relax and wait for me to deliver."

He hung up, butted out his cigarette and lit up another one. Jack got up without bothering to put his boxers on and rinsed a mug in the kitchen sink. He poured some hot water in it and then two spoonfuls of instant coffee. He winced after taking the first gulp, there was always a small film of mud on the surface no matter how hard he stirred. Maybe it was the tap water.

“Who was it?" He finally asked and grabbed a box of frosted flakes.

“The guys who will get us out of that shitty place. And stop eating that crap."

Jack put the box down after stuffing a handful of cereal into his mouth. “But what are we going to do?" he munched.

“We're gonna do a little favour for them, now get dressed before I spank you."

--

“Do I really need to wear this?"

“Of course you fucking need. Haven't you been paying attention?"

Jack considered the uniform on his lap with some reluctance. It consisted of a bright blue pair of trousers, black shoes and a white shirt on which the company's logo, a chef's hat with two eyes and a great smile, was emblazoned.

“The old lady has a flat on the second floor of the residence," Vasili explained again, “And she gets her special low-sodium meals delivered daily. The delivery boy changes all the time, so no one will mind a new face as long as you got the access card to the building."

“How did your contact get you a real access card anyway?" Jack asked as he started slipping into the clothes.

“None of your business, what's important is what the card does. The same company that operates the catering also owns a shuttle service for seniors. The thing is, they have shit security practices, so the food delivery boy has the same access card as the taxi driver, which means this card will allow you to get into the underground garage."

Jack nodded as he tied his shoelaces. He struggled to remember the last time he had worn anything other than his ratty sneakers and jeans. “That car in the garage, it's worth a lot?"

“Enough for someone to want to steal it. All you gotta do is drive it out of the garage and I'll relay the delivery location. Now take this, and remember: it's your first day on that delivery gig, so it's okay to look a bit nervous."

The panther half-opened the thermobox to peek at the food inside. It looked suspiciously like it came from a takeaway, with enough fat and salt in it to murder an entire retirement home.

--

The security agent at the entrance didn't bat an eye as Jack awkwardly announced he had a delivery to make and swiped his access card. All the young men in that line of work were awkward and uncomfortable, the cat guessed. It was no wonder, the immaculate flower beds outside the residence's lobby looked like they cost more in maintenance than a month of minimum wage. The lady was nice though. The old skunk mercifully didn't look into the box before accepting it and she wouldn't let Jack go before slipping a couple of crisp bills into his hand. It was so nice to see hard-working young men like him doing good things for their elders. Jack felt uneasy when he pressed the underground button in the elevator. “At least it's not her car I'm stealing," he muttered to himself as the doors smoothly opened.

Even a blind man wouldn't have missed the car. It sat in its own parking box, red and polished to a shine under the neon lighting. It was the kind of overengineered monster that screamed of long nights into the office, recent promotion to senior vice-president, impending divorce and midlife crisis. Still, it was a fucking nice car, Jack thought, his heart pounding in stress at the thought of stealing it and in anticipation at the thought of driving it.

He felt exposed standing next to it in his delivery boy uniform, and hummed a song with a nervous beat as he checked around himself to see that he was alone in the garage. He ran a hand along the car's glossy door, smooth as a clean shaven virgin, and then tapped it with an unmarked, black dongle that he pulled out of his pocket. Nothing happened. Jack felt a cold feeling gripping his midriff and clenching his stomach. He tapped the door with the dongle again and tried the door handle, but to no avail. He could feel imaginary people judging him as they watched his suspicious activities, and he crouched out of sight by the car's side to have a hurried conversation with his phone.

“Come on, pick it up…" he hissed under his breath. The other end rang for far too long, but eventually his prayers were answered.

“What." Vasili's tone was too curt for the word to be a question.

“Vas, the hacker box isn't working," Jack whispered in the empty garage with a growing panic in his voice. “It's not finding the car's wi-fi, what do I do?"

“Use your head, you dumb fuck!" he growled. “I've told you not to talk on the phone about business."

“But Vas, I don't know what to do!"

“Figure it out by yourself," he said with the finality of an ended call.

Jack sprang up and looked around, his eyes darting back and forth and his guts telling him that he needed to go. He made a guttural noise like an unhappy dog, tightened his grip on the phone, and smashed the car's window as hard as he could. His fist bounced off in a jolt of pain and the car woke up, blaring its horn and blinking its lights along the rhythm of the honks. Jack snarled and struck again, and this time the window gave in a little. His fist painted a spider web pattern that cut his knuckles but refused to budge. He leaned his back on the car in the next box, put his foot on the window, and kicked, kicked, kicked until he broke through in a shower of glass.

He could feel the shards bite into his ass flesh when he plopped down on the driver's seat, but he was too hopped up on adrenaline to care. He slid the dongle across the dashboard, slammed it against the plastic when nothing happened, and hit the wheel in frustration. Fuck it. Ain't going back empty handed. He had a screwdriver in his jacket pocket just in case of situations like these, and he attacked the casing around the car's stereo. After scratching and bending the covering he managed to crack it enough to get his fingers in, and ripped out the metal block of electronics, snapping wires and bending his nails.

As Jack scrambled out of the car he was surprised by the security guard. The affable looking shepherd had gotten just a couple steps away from him, and he lifted his hand to greet Jack.

“Oh hey, is the car acting up aga-" he started, but was stopped short when Jack hit him with the car stereo with a yell and an overhead swing.

He went down holding his head and wailing, but Jack did not stay to listen. He bolted, running as fast and as far away as he could, abandoning his van and heading straight for the ramp leading outside, to get away from his pain and embarrassment. He could not outrun his fear, swallowing his tears while his heart thumped in his ears, running towards the light and into Vasili punishing him for failing. The sun shone brightly at the end of the ramp, his feet light under him, his heart heavy in his chest. Blinded as he was he did not see the other guard tackling him, and he went down like a bitch.

--

The interrogation room was not like anything in the movies. It was far too clean and clinical, and lacked a giant one way window on the wall. The officer talking to him was very real though. He was a middle aged goat, his horns filed away and his eyes prematurely gray. His short sleeved dress shirt was too tight at waist level, and his slacks had a stain that Jack hoped was salad dressing.

“Who's your partner? I mean the guy you're working for, not your lover." His voice had a tired quality borne out of late nights and cigarettes.

Jack touched the side of his face gingerly. His cheek and temple had a road rash from being slammed into the ramp's rough concrete. “I want my phone call," he said surly.

“Fuck off. Do you think this is a story? Get real." The goat leaned back with his hands steepled on his belly. “We have you on camera assaulting security personnel. That's going to land you in the clink for three, maybe five years. Do yourself a favor and tell who you are working for, and maybe the judge will go easy on you."

“No one. I'm just a junkie who needed his fix." Jack looked down and spoke without fight in his words. He felt tired of being afraid.

“Bullshit. Your bloodwork came out clean." The goat glanced at a clipboard. “You can't pawn off a luxury car like that just to anyone. You were hired specifically to steal it, and I want to know by whom."

Jack hung his head low and stayed quiet. On some level he welcomed the end, because it meant he could stop living in it.

“Suit yourself," the officer huffed and got up to leave. “Due to your criminal past the judge has denied your bail. We'll tell you if someone comes to visit while you wait for your trial."

No one did, naturally.

--

The city supplied a public defender, a young hyena lady fresh out of law school. She did all the talking in front of the judge, though in light of the evidence arrayed against Jack there wasn't much to argue in his favour. She sat next to him when the verdict of four years came.

“But with good conduct you'll only serve two," she patted his shoulder sympathetically before leaving. She was a glass half-full kind of girl, the panther thought as he was cuffed and led out of the courtroom.

Due to the injuries inflicted to the guard - nine stitches and a broken jaw, as the judge noted - Jack was assigned to a medium security prison. Having to wake up at six in the morning and keep his bunk tidy proved to be unpleasant, but not as unpleasant as the wandering hands that groped his ass when he was standing in queue at meal times or the eyes that stared hungrily at his young body in the showers. At least he was allowed out of his cell to do chores around the building and take mandatory reinsertion classes. He was working in the laundry room when a guard came to tell him he'd have a visit in the afternoon.

“Vas?" the panther uttered in disbelief as he stepped into the crowded visiting room.

The bear was waiting for him behind the glass partition that separated the inmates from the visitors. He acknowledged Jack with a nod as the young man sat himself on a plastic chair and leaned close to the small speak-through opening.

“Where have you been? I thought you'd never come," the panther hushed excitedly.

“Been busy fixing that fucking mess you made," the bear muttered. He looked uneasy, like a cat who had wandered into a kennel at night. For what must have been the fourth or fifth time he put his hand under the counter to check for hidden listening devices.

“It wasn't my fault. I did everything as you said, but the dongle didn't work," Jack replied, taken aback. Without thinking he also swept the underside of the counter. His fingers found plenty of old gum but no microphone. “I broke the window to get in but…"

“But, but, but…" Vasili snorted, “If I had a penny for every excuse you've made I'd be living in a penthouse by now."

Jack felt himself flush. “What was I supposed to do? Push the car out of the garage?"

“You were supposed to use that mush between your ears. Why do I always have to babysit you? You got any idea what shit like this does to my reputation?"

Vasili went on but his words merged into an endless torrent of imprecations in Jack's ears. It was his fault of course. Everything was always his fault, that's how it went with Vas, and every time he tried to defend himself it made things worse. His explanations would bounce off the big man's armor and only invite more scorn, and in the end he'd stutter, lower his eyes and cry like a girl…

“IT WASN'T MY FUCKING PLAN" he cried out and slammed his hand on the counter's hard surface.

Vasili stopped talking, his mouth still caught around a half-uttered curse. For the first time in as long as Jack could remember he looked stunned.

Despite the rumble of the two dozen conversations going on in the room the nearest guard turned his head towards the source of the disturbance and walked over with brisk steps. Vasili apologized profusely on behalf of both of them and slipped a few notes into the man's hand. The guard nodded and let them be after delivering a stern warning.

“Sorry, Vas, I don't know what…"

“It's alright kiddo, it's alright," the bear said. He reached out for a cigarette and drew his lighter out before he remembered he wasn't supposed to smoke in the building. “I shouldn't have been angry at you. It's just, you know, I've been dealing with a lot of crap lately…" he grumbled and put the lighter back in his pocket.

“Yeah, I can imagine…" Jack sighed and rested his head on his hand. His outburst had left him drained. “Vas, you've got to get me out of here," he continued.

“In due time, in due time. First I need to know: did you talk?"

“I didn't say a word. When do you think I'll get out?"

“You sure? They must have asked you lots of questions, what did you tell them?"

“Nothing. I told them I was alone, that's why they gave me four years."

It was Vasili's turn to let out a sigh. “Good! That's how you deal with them, you don't give them an inch." He smiled and bumped the glass partition with his fist.

“Vas," the panther pressed him, “I'm serious, I can't stay here much longer or I don't know what will happen. You've got to do something."

A guard announced that the visit would be over soon. The polar bear went quiet, his eyes sizing up the young feline. “Yeah," he finally agreed, “You can't stay here. No telling what could happen."

“Great!" Jack brightened up and bumped his fists together, “I knew it. What are you gonna do?"

“Need to have a think. Still have a few loose ends to take care of but I won't forget you."

“Sure," the cat nodded eagerly, “By the way, did you get the money back for the dongle?"

“Guy who sold it tried to pull a runner on me but I caught up with him," Vasili said and got up, “He won't be scamming anyone anymore."

Jack felt a tingle down his spine as the big man vanished in the doorway. A part of him again felt better knowing there was a big wall between him and Vas and wanted it to stay that way. He shook the thought out of his head. Vas would get him out, and then this time things would be different. He hoped.

--

When Jack got stabbed it happened very quickly. One moment he was folding a stack of blankets at the laundry room, taking a fresh one from the hamper and straightening it out and folding it three times according to the rules and putting it on a stack of five to be carried away, feeling a sense of satisfaction upon completion that liberated him from the tedium of prison life, and the next he was grabbed from behind and pulled against a body hardened by violence.

He started to yelp when he felt the shiv puncture the lower left side of his back, sliding through the soft flesh of his kidney and parting the delicate structures within. The blade felt like burning ice, and when his body tried to tear itself free the strength left his legs and he slumped back in the caress of his assaulter. Two jabs, then five, ten, too many to count, cutting muscle and tendon and slicing his insides into useless chunks. He was let fall on the floor on his face, and he laid there in a rapidly spreading pool of arterial blood smelling laundry detergent and mildew and red wet iron.

Somewhere in the muffled distance there was shouting and he felt bad for not finishing the stack before he lost consciousness.

--

He woke up in a white bed in a white room, and when he tried to move he felt pain so he stopped trying. There were bars on the window that cast a crisscross pattern on the opposing wall and he was wearing a clean hospital gown meant for giving easy access to his body. He could feel bandages around his midriff and an IV drip on the back of his hand.

He was not alone.

The first of the two men that he saw was a middle aged German shepherd that wore a three piece tweed suit and a red bowtie, crisp and alien to the world that Jack inhabited. The other was a piebald stallion wearing green scrubs and white doctor's jacket. His mane was cropped in tight braids along the back of his neck and head, his hide mouse gray with white spots, and his muzzle pink.

“You are awake? What good luck we have." The canine was the first to speak. He sounded like a company training video.

“I am superintendent Greene, the warden of this correctional facility, and this is doctor Wei. I have some questions for you."

“Where am I?" Jack tried to say, but his throat felt dry. The large doctor poured water in a paper cup and leaned over him to let him wet his lips. He smelled like antiseptic gel and horse flesh.

“You have been unconscious for several weeks," the stallion answered with a baritone voice that moved with an unhurried cadence. “First three weeks at the hospital ICU and the last week over here at the prison medical wing. You should know that you are very lucky to survive, mr. Andropolous."

Jack did not feel very lucky in his punctured body, nor hearing his bad name.

“Does the name Simmons mean anything to you?" Greene asked, and continued when Jack shook his head. “He is the man who attacked you, a lifer waiting for transfer to a securimax prison. We checked the records but it seems that you two did not even see each other before the assault." He had pulled out a little notebook as he spoke, and now hovered a luxurious ink pen above the pages. “Do you have enemies I should know about, Jack?"

“No," Jack said truthfully. He could not think of anyone who would want him dead.

“Hm." After a moment when Jack did not elaborate Greene hid his notebook in his jacket pocket. “Be that as it may, but the investigation is still ongoing. For the time being it would be prudent to keep you isolated from the rest of the inmates."

He walked to the other side of Jack's bed and laid his hand on his shoulder. “Rest assured that I take incidents like these seriously. I do not like losing one of my charges." He squeezed Jack's shoulder firmly. “Especially one with a pretty face like yours."

Jack looked up at Greene and Greene gave him a toothpaste commercial smile. He let go and patted Jack on his shoulder. “I'm going to leave you in the capable hands of doctor Wei for now. Rest well."

He straightened his bowtie and gave the stallion a little nod before excusing himself.

“What was that about?" Jack asked as Wei moved the blanket aside and started to examine him.

Wei stopped his wide palm on Jack's bare leg, not far from his crotch. “Mr. Greene and I have an agreement. It will be good for you if you keep him happy." His fingers crawled along Jack's leg, cupping his inner thigh just below his sex. “And if you keep him very happy then he'll shorten your sentence. You understand me?"

Jack swallowed. The doctor's hand felt cold near his sensitive spot. He nodded. “I do."

Wei undid his robe and leaned in to breathe in his scent. As the stallion's nostrils touched his shaft it started to harden almost immediately, waking up from its long dormancy. Jack inhaled sharply, but then started to relax and spread his legs for better access. Despite his size the doctor's lips were very soft when they kissed Jack's length from the base of his cock to its tip, and as he took it in his mouth he felt warm and soft. He made slow, sucking motions with half closed eyes, while his big tongue curled around the member like an affectionate cat. Jack started to breathe heavier, feeling a stab of pain from his midriff when he inhaled, not the sharp pain of a fresh wound but the dull ache of flesh that remembered being violated. He kept his hands to his sides, too timid to touch Wei's head in case he would break the spell, and when he climaxed he dug in his claws deep in the bedding. His orgasm was a powerful one, his balls pulsing as he shot his thick, creamy load in the doctor's mouth in a rope after rope. Wei kept drinking him to the last drop, swallowing the panther seed with heavy gulps, and when he finally pulled back he left Jack's still hard cock glistening with stallion spit.

Wei lifted one side of the blanket and pulled it over Jack's body again. “You are recovering well, but I'm going to keep you in the ward for some time." Nothing about his voice betrayed what had just happened.

“Th-thanks," Jack said breathlessly, still riding the confusion and pleasure of cumming in the mouth of this huge man.

“Don't mention it. You were pretty pent up after all. I like 'em that way." Wei shrugged, and looked at his watch. “I'll check up on you later."

"...Do you want to do me in turn?" Jack rose to a half sitting position, looking at his direction but not in his eyes.

Wei adjusted his coat. “We'll see. I'm pretty big."

He turned off the light when he left the room, leaving Jack sitting in the half shadow cast by the outside world.

--

Jack's recovery was speedy, as the doctor had promised, and two weeks later he was sitting on Wei's examination table when Greene opened the office's door.

“Nice to see you in better shape Jack," the black-and-tan dog said with a homely smile, “I heard doctor Wei was going to remove your bandages today?"

“Indeed," the stallion replied, “Some patients make it so difficult but he's been a good lad, very cooperative."

“We'll see about that, but please carry on with your work."

Jack's gown was pulled off and the panther shivered a bit when the cool air hit his naked fur. The shepherd looked at him with his hands behind his back as Wei carefully cut the bandages around his midriff.

“Wonderful, hardly a trace," Greene whistled appreciatively and craned his neck to better look at the small patch of shaved skin where the scars were.

“Indeed, medical science has made tremendous progress," the doctor said and allowed a faint smile of satisfaction to lift the corners of his mouth.

“It'll barely be noticeable when his fur grows back."

Jack shifted on the table and drew his legs closer as if to hide his exposed sex when Greene reached out his hand to brush his flank with his fingertips.

“Oh," the warden raised an eyebrow, “Does it hurt when I do that?"

“N-not at all…" Jack stammered, remembering what the doctor had told him.

“Right, but do tell me if I'm hurting you at any point. After all, I wouldn't want the good doctor here to report me for breach of ethics," the shepherd added with a grin.

“You can speak freely, I take my duties with the utmost professionalism," Wei said with an air of seriousness.

“No, that's ok. I… I really appreciate everything you're doing for me," Jack replied and allowed the superintendent to gently guide him to lie down on his back.

“That's what I like to hear," Greene said and traced the curve of his hip and belly. His index finger gently pressed the spot under the panther's navel, where his pubic fur started, “And how does it feel when I touch you here?"

“Good," Jack breathed out. His slowly-enlarging cock nodded as if to concur with his words. His nakedness in front of the two more mature and powerful men made him feel embarrassed yet elated all at once. With Vas he had often felt like a convenient tissue in which the polar bear would empty his balls and then crumple up and discard. Now he wanted to believe that someone actually desired his body.

“Mmh, do you recommend a deeper examination?" Greene said without taking his eyes off the young man. “It would be prudent," the stallion acquiesced.

The shepherd put his index and middle finger into his mouth and moments later the tip of his digits were pressing against Jack's tailhole. There was a moment of apprehension and discomfort and then they were inside the panther's ass, twirling and exploring his warm cavity, the unusual sensation making Jack shiver. The prodding fingers withdrew and he heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled followed by a wet shlicking sound as something was ointed with lubricant.

A bigger, meatier object poked around Jack's virgin anus. The young man took a deep breath and tried to let go of the tension as much as possible as Greene started to push himself in. In the end it wasn't as painful as he had feared. In fact, the sensation proved quite pleasurable once his body got used to the thrusts that the canine was now delivering at an increasing pace.

It was the warden's knot that took him by surprise. The man shoved his length into Jack before it had swollen to its full size but even then the thick lump of dog flesh caused Jack to let out a yelp. “Now that's a brave lad," the shepherd grinned.

“Good medicine always stings a bit, but you'll be glad you took it," Wei said reassuringly.

The smell of horse flesh was back, and Jack felt something hot and hard brush against the fur at the back of his head. He nodded, his heart beating fast and tiny needles prickling his skin as he felt Greene's manhood expand inside of him, locking him with the other male. The dog wrapped his hand around the cat's hard shaft and resumed his rhythmic thrusting until he grunted and released his seed inside the youthful ass. Before Jack had time to react another shower of equine wetness came from behind him and fell messily onto his bare chest and stomach. He glanced upward and saw the doctor's meaty cock head looming over his head, thick and flat and bigger than his fist. He came almost immediately afterwards, his cock pulsing in Greene's firm grip and adding its modest contribution to the puddle of warm goo that coated his body.

“You treat me better than my wife," Greene said with a satisfied sigh when his deflating cock plopped out of Jack.

He turned his back to the young man to wash his hands and genitals in the room's sink while Wei grabbed a handful of paper towels to wipe Jack's belly. The panther raised himself on his elbows while the stallion gently cleaned him up and after biting his lower lip he spoke.

“I, I don't want to go back to the ward."

Greene's ears perked up and he slowly turned his head halfway towards Jack, as if to better hear. “What was that? You don't want to?"

Jack felt the needles prickle his skin again and he instinctively drew his legs closer to his body. Wei's hand stopped above his chest, his fingers still holding a crumpled sheet of paper.

“I mean, I'd like to spend more time with you both," he said, “You've been very good to me, and I want to pay you back, make myself useful."

Greene zipped his pants and adjusted his bowtie. “My, my, I don't know if I should be amused or flattered. But after all it is also my job to prepare inmates for reinsertion."

He walked over to Jack and lifted his chin with his finger. “You are young and deserve a second chance. I could use an office boy to help me relieve the… tension of my hectic schedule. Between the doctor and I there would be plenty to keep you busy, and I can add a good word or two on your parole application. But I won't tolerate any insolence. Are we clear on this?"

Jack felt the weight of the two men's gazes on him like he was on trial. Yet this time there was more excitement and hope than fear pumping through his veins.

--

That excitement soon turned back into tedium as passing days merged like tracks disappearing into the horizon. Jack would help Greene with small things before midday, and Greene would have sex with him in the afternoon. Sometimes Wei joined them. They treated him well, but only because all three knew that Jack would not say no. At the recommendation of Greene Jack did not press charges against the man who had assaulted him, and the warden was happy to close the case with a minimum fuss. The following day Jack was transferred to a low security ward meant for prisoners soon to be released. No questions were asked.

Jack did not look forward to serving his sentence. For the most part he just passed time, comforted by the routines, with an undefined hope for what laid ahead of him. He was fed and clean, and the people who had sex with him were nice to him. Jack pushed his luck with both Wei and Greene, telling them of his preferences, and sometimes they listened to him.

The parole hearing arrived sooner than Jack expected and caught him completely unprepared. Greene still recommended him, and that was what mattered.

--

The afternoon filtered into the warden's office through wooden shutters, crawling across the carpeting and marking it with stripes of light. The air was hot and smelled of musky sweat, and the occupants were not to be disturbed. Wei sat on a couch upholstered with antique leather, his cock released from his pants and his shirt rolled up to his neck revealing his broad chest and dark nipples. Bare naked Jack sat on his lap facing him, caressing the stallion's meaty erection from the base to the tip, his fingers sliding over its veiny thickness and his lips making out with its flared tip. Precum drooled along his chin and he made moaning, slurping noises as he grinded the arm length member on the soft fur of his body, inhaling its heady, masculine scent with every breath. He had shot his load on Wei's cock and his hands left glistening smears as he toyed with the medial ring and pushed the pearly goo under the loose stallion sheath. The doctor's stethoscope hung from Jack's ears, and the doctor himself pressed the chest piece under his left pectoral to drown Jack in the thunderous boom of his heartbeat.

Across the room from them Greene sat on an armchair wearing just sock garters, his fluffy coat of hair matted with sweat and his still erect cock flopped against his thigh squirting clear cum in his fur. He dangled a glass of whisky on ice in one hand as he watched his friend making out with his ward. Two empty glasses stood on a desk nearby, the ice slowly melting in them. Greene got up and crossed the floor, hugged Jack from behind resting his cheek against the nape of his neck and felt up his chest and belly with greedy hands, then groped the tuft of pubic hair above the panther's half flaccid cock. Jack could feel his hard, slick member being pressed against the small of his back, and he arched himself like an animal in heat. Greene descended to kneel between the stallion's legs, kissing Jack along the spine the entire way and then nuzzled the panther under his tail. The shepherd's ample cum load was leaking out of his pucker, making a continuous trail along the underside of his buttock. Greene started lapping at his own seed eagerly, pushing with his cold nose tip and drinking in the young man's intoxicating ass scent.

When Wei climaxed his hefty balls clenched and disgorged a mouthful of hot stallion spunk, making Jack sputter and cough from the sudden flood. He tried to pull back but Wei planted his heavy hand on top of his head and pulled him back in, forcing him to swallow every thick gush of his male essence. His airways blocked semen ran like snot from Jack's nostrils and blew bubbles as he struggled to breathe, but eventually he was allowed a gasp of fresh air. He collapsed backwards into Greene's waiting arms, breathless and his cock almost painfully erect now. Wei followed him and fell on top of him, kissing his semen marked face and stroking his cock to completion, and it did not take long for Jack to cum in the doctor's palm, helpless to resist as trapped as he was between the two men.

They laid together in a sweaty pile on the floor, limbs entangled and caressing each other.

“I'm going to miss our little meetings," Greene said as he kissed Jack on the cheek.

“Do you…do you think I'm ready to leave?" Jack had not yet reached the part of his reintegration program where they told you how to file your taxes.

“You'll do fine. Just don't listen to bad men again. Okay?"

“Indeed, as you know other grown ups are not as accommodating as the good doctor and I."

“I'm not a kid." A flash of anger made Jack frown at their useless advice.

“True, you are a man now." Greene petted Jack behind his ears. “I like to take some pride in shaping you."

When Jack stayed silent Greene sighed and got up, and brushed off a speck of dust. “You better get dressed up. They expect you in the release wing in half an hour."

“So that's it?" Jack got up looking uncertain.

“Good luck." Wei laid his hand on his shoulder and gave it an encouraging squeeze.

Jack looked from Wei to Greene, but the two men had seemingly lost their interest in him, so he picked up and donned his discarded clothing and slipped out of the office quietly.

--

It was early in the outside world yet the city was chaotic as always, with the traffic bleating and hardened pedestrians milling about with little intention of stopping for anyone. Where the prison walls ended the neon lights of a bar and a brothel started, and Jack stood on the pavement in stunned silence. He had his old clothes on his back, a nominal amount of cash in his pocket, and absolutely no idea what he should do next.

The world, however, made the decision for him.

A sports car with a luscious coat of paint rolled slowly along the street and stopped in front of him, idling. The passenger side window closest to him slid down smoothly like a serpent, and when he crouched a little to see inside, he saw Vasili on the driver's seat.

“What are you standing there looking like an idiot? Get inside already. Use your legs not your eyes!"

A wave of ice water flowed down Jack's spine and settled at the pit of his stomach, but his body moved without thinking and entered the car.

The polar bear had grown a little fatter and considerably richer. He had gold rings on his fingers and a thick chain across his neck, glittering among the thicket of chest hair. His track suit was imported and his sneakers a limited edition, and when he smiled at Jack the entire upper side of his grin was studded with diamonds.

“So good to see you. Missed me already, huh?"

“I…I didn't expect you to pick me up, Vas." Jack straightened the folds on his jeans.

“What? Of course I pick you up! You're my pal, you hear?" He lowered his voice to a gruff rumble despite there being just the two of them in the car.

“You did good by me. You kept your mouth shut, so I reward you. I am an important man now. I can use someone who knows the value of loyalty. You work for me, and I look after you okay?"

“I'm not sure I want to-" Jack started but was cut off by Vasili.

“What is this bullshit now? Of course you do! You want to become rich? Or you want to become a bum on the street? Where would you even go, huh?"

Jack did not say anything so Vasili reached over behind the seat. “Look, I brought you a gift."

He handed Jack a long stick, lacquered to glossy black. It had a handle on one end, and when Jack pulled it a blade started to slide out.

“It is a real samurai sword! Pretty cool, right?"

Jack blinked. “Why would I want a samurai sword?"

Vasili lashed out and grabbed him by the ear, hard. “Is that how you say thank you? Did they not teach you manners in prison!?"

“I-I'm sorry! I mean thank you Vasili!"

The polar bear grunted and let him go. “Good. Now we celebrate, like in the old times."

“I'm supposed to meet my parole officer." Jack shied away as he spoke.

“Bah, you can meet with some dried up cunt tomorrow. Today, we party. My treat."

He shifted gears and joined the traffic, taking Jack with him.