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Written by Rex the Husky Editted by Taiko Akito All characters belong to their owners and have been used with permission

"Get back here!" a voice shouted over a rooftop landscape, as a dark silhouette chased after another. Building top to building top the two ran and hopped. "I said stop!" the voice shouted once again under the cloudy night sky. With no moon to aid with any light, the chase seemed to be a losing one, before one silhouette finally dropped into an alley between two buildings, the other shadowy figure diving after. With a heavy thud from his feet as he landed, the chaser slowly stood back up, his eyes scanning the horizon.

Pools of white unbroken by any pupil searched the area, scanning for even the slightest of movements, yet none were seen, that's if they could be seen. With a sigh of frustration the once shadowy figure stepped out onto the street and was exposed to the glow of a soft orange street light. With a body lumbering and staggering at seven feet in height and a hefty 267 pounds, the chaser stood tall, a heroic aura oozing from his body. His body was hugged by a mesh of red and blue fibres that turned, curved, and snaked around every chiselled muscle that was the hero's torso. Looking at the hero's body, many would easily conclude of the male's intense strength, but few would notice that as defined as the hero's muscles were, his physical abilities were far more limber than suspected.

"Damn it! That's the second time this night he's managed to get away from me!" The massive male cursed as he clenched his fists tightly, thick veins soon bulging along the surface of his forearms. As he turned to climb back up the side of the building, the obvious mule shape of his frame became ever more noticeable. The long yet slightly smoother equine-esque face rested over a pair of strong shoulders, and ears slightly longer than that of a horse stood proud as they scanned for even the slightest bit of disturbance. However, it wasn't long before that sound came across the hero's ears causing them to flicker. It was the sound of a claw dragging along the surface of a thick pane of glass. The light screech of a crystalline structure as something obviously sharp slid across it causing its song to faintly float in the air. "I won't lose you again!" the mule growled as he raced for the suspected area, following his ears, expecting to find the culprit who had escaped his grasp too many times that night.

"Nemean my dear feline, I do believe we struck big time." a large lion smirked in a faux-Texan accent, as he reached into a carved out hole that penetrated a thick glass container. Within it was a golden diamond, easily the size of a well-produced apple, which he plucked easily from its stand. Worth millions on a conventional market, and billions on the black market, the gem was a relic that many a thief was after, much like Nemean was, although the massive cat had a different purpose in mind for it.

As he held the large gem up for his eyes to scan, the muscled male couldn't help but spot a figure in the diamond's polished surface. With a snarl and a twist of his body, pivoting on the balls of his feet, the thief turned a completely 180, eyes locked on the strange adversary that stood before him. The diamond, still in his grasp, was tossed back into its case, so as to not lose track of it.

"My-my-my, what do I have here? A pussy with a thing for rare artifacts?" the stranger charmed as he stood, holding a cane under both his hands, his right foot crossed over his left and the cape covering half his back swaying in the gentle current of the A/C.

"Who the fuck are you!" the lion growled as he took a stance, ready to fight as he stared at the unknown male before him. A vest and a pair of shorts both as tan as the lion's own hands hugged the stranger's almost snow-white body as rosette-like black spots littered his fur. A lone monocle rested on the obvious feline's muzzle, a golden eye of a pair looking back at Nemean through its spotless lens. A long yet thick tail swayed behind the mysterious male, covered in the same spots until it ended with a black tip. Thick thighs that could only be a sign of a well-rounded, plump, yet tender rear carried the male's weight on his legs. He couldn't have been that big, even at a distance the thief could tell that the stranger was barely close to being six feet in height. He wasn't too over carried with muscles or fat, the vest wearing stranger had to be about 170 pounds or even a little heavier. With his face out in the open he could easily figure that the male was a snow leopard.

"Ah, who I am is to be revealed, but I guess I owe you some slight idea. I am nothing more than a long lost link that has yet to be established in your mind. I am a friend long forgotten that you will eventually remember. I am your past, and soon to be your future..." The cane holding male bowed as he removed a black top hat from atop his cranium.

"We'll see about that after, I break each of your ribs...nothing that'll kill you, unless you want it to. And you will." the lion rumbled darkly, clenching his fists as he prepared to attack.

"So eager to prove your strength, yet so ignorant to understand why." the top hat wearing male chuckled. Even as he stood from afar, though, the smaller male couldn't help but look over the lion's frame. A tough metallic grey armor seemed to cover the villain's entire body except his forearms, yet even they were not unguarded as they lay protected by a micro chain-mail. The armor was all that hid the bulky male's body, yet with the aid of his monocle, the snow leopard could easily see through the armor, and any other clothes the feline wore.

Muscles well-toned for fighting covered the male's body. The devilishly handsome face that was hidden behind a black mask was easily revealed, the lion's cool green eyes glaring back at the snow leopard, scanning for every movement he dared attempt. A brown mane encircled the lion's head and neck, yet its wild strands were well tamed as the mane was combed back and tied tightly into a single braid. Not a single rebel strand of hair daring to come out of line. Soon though, the snow leopard's eyes were quickly drawn down between the lion's legs. Resting peacefully, its frame unhindered, the lion's shaft laid still, its massive girth the size of an average soda can, subtle thick veins mapped along its length in certain areas.

"If you're just gonna stand there and stare, then I'll going to make the first move!" The armor clad lion growled as he got ready to charge at the snow leopard, one of his fists pulled back ready to whip into the white feline's face at the right moment. However, he hesitated, his eyes watching as the snow leopard slipped a wand from his pockets. "Heh, this isn't some magic show," he smirked, amused such a thing had made him pause, adding simply to spite the other male, "And even if it was, magic is all just smoke and mirrors anyway."

"Ah but that is where you are wrong. I have no sleeves, and tis not a stage I perform on. No my dear friend, it is all me. However, if your mind persists and your wit insist, gaze here," A gesture of the snow leopard's hand urged the lion's face towards the lone monocle that covered his eye, as the white cat spoke. "And you'll see that my magic is true...and smoke and mirrors I have none." the feline charmed further, a smile as inviting as it was deceptive. What secrets it held, Nemean didn't even hazard a guess - his first instinct was to smash it in.

However, Nemean couldn't help but stare as his mind contemplated just what exactly the theatrical snow leopard could've been up to - something about the smaller cat was putting him off in some subtle way. As he watched, eyes glued to the cape-wearing snow leopard, the feline before him comfortably turned his own monocle in a complete 180, and the wand he had pulled out seemed to float in a stasis just below the rim of the solo lens on the feline's palm. "What the hell are you getting at-" Nemean's voice complete came to a halt, his eyes locked with the golden iris that stared back at him.

"Oh dear...I seem to have lulled you into my control," the snow leopard smiled as he teetered over towards the lion; the magician's gait had something of a staged drunken sway with a heavy theatrical appeal in it. His grin seemed to turn wider with every step he made.

Meanwhile, the heroic mule had finally reached his destination atop the roof of the museum. As he trotted along the pebble covered rooftop, towards the skylights, the stones ground against each other under his heavy body and filled the air with soft noises. The mule slowly stepped along the somewhat precarious surface until he finally approached a skylight. As he looked down inside, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the figure in his vision.

"Nemean..." the hero said sharply under his breath, as he stared into the artifact room below. "Wait...the "Heart of the Nile" is missing!" he frowned as he looked down to see an empty glass container behind the lion. The mule didn't have time to think, he had to act quickly. Amongst all his malefactors, Nemean was by far the most ruthless, advantageous, and vicious of the mule's regulars. The last encounter between Nemean and himself ended with the mule littered with cuts, bruises and scratches.

With the thump of his body weight crashing to the ground, the short run off the roof having dislodged the loose grains of dirt off his hooves against the cement sidewalk, the hero forced himself up from his landing stance and rushed into the front of the museum. He wasn't all that surprised to find his muscled body barging into the menagerie of artifacts and their barricades rather than a set of heavily locked and guarded doors, the entrance as tight as a revolving door. Nor tried to be a bit less wild as he snagged a map of the building and flipped through it, not wanting to destroy something priceless in his haste.

Subsequently, he was sufficiently more dynamic by the time he managed to find his way into the artifact room, coming in with a rush of wind following him, his chest pumped, fists clenched, and arms raised to his abs as he called out to his target. "Alright Nemean, drop the gem and leave this place." his voice boldly bellowed from his large lungs, as he glared at the large cat before him. Yet, no answer came as the hero stood before the lion, a silence engulfing the atmosphere as Nemean seemed to stand completely at attention. The lion's eyes, if could be seen through his mask, stared out into space that the mule just happened to step into view of. "Neme-

"Is unable to come to answer you, as he has been reassigned until further notice." The charming voice from the shadows echoed throughout the room, as the snow leopard who owned it came from around a corner marked "Security". As he circled the corner, dusting off his top hat and patting his vest, the snow leopard swayed and danced in a garish manner before he stood beside the lion that easily towered over him. "Shall I leave him a message for you?" The snow leopard chuckled as he crossed his right leg over his left and leaned against Nemean's lofty bod, the lion not moving an inch for it.

"Who are you?" the hero asked as he furrowed his eyes, his mind sorting out every bit of info it could to find even the slightest idea or memory of the possible villain or unknown hero before him. It didn't take a genius to know that something was very wrong here.

"Again with the 'Who are you' questions. You supers really should take a lesson from the theatre business and learn that repetition kills in reviews...and not in a good way." the feline chimed as he waved his index finger at the tower build of muscle that was the hero. "However, I do know you. You're Nor, hero of Pellicle city - or whatever the city is named now. They say your strength is only matched by your ability to adapt, strategize, navigate, and outmanoeuvre any villain in any situation, despite how dire it may be." the snow leopard praised the hero, bowing with a flamboyant tip of his hat. "Yet I fear this is one situation you'll find yourself unable to change, for it shall end as if it had never began..." With that the snow leopard lifted his head yet not his body, his eyes staring back at the white oceans that were the optical covers on Nor's mask.

Warning bells immediately rang in Nor's head, the blurry security camera image popping up before his eyes, as it was matched with the feline before him. It was from the video to a bank, robbed clean of every penny it had, and five male clerks. "Wait...that gesture...you're Debaun!" Yet, as soon as Nor found the answer to the problem that perplexed him, he was caught frozen, motionless as his eyes stared into the monocle of the snow leopard.

"Changing tides of mental sparks, rolling greens of psyche unfounded, hollow and flux to my whim," Debaun softly chanted under his breath as he slowly erected his body from its bowed position. With each word he spoke, Debaun could feel a connection forming between Nor and his self, a bridge of mental energy and knowledge the mule's untrained mind couldn't even begin to understand. Debaun, a person well versed in such an exchange, swiftly took the stream of energy and thought travelling along that bridge and took everything he could grab and drawing even more out, completely changing the flow without Nor even noticing.

In fact, all Nor could tell was happening to him was that there was a nagging feeling in a corner of his mind. It was like a song, softly being sung, something which he payed no attention to and yet was off put by. However, with each passing verse, the less Nor felt like there was anything wrong, and the more Debaun felt the mule's will wrap around his finger. Even as his body numbed to his commands, Nor was given endless reasons for them, reasons that certainly had nothing to do with Debaun's smirking expression.

So what if his eyes were locked forwards, he was just keeping an eye on Debaun to keep him from escaping.

He felt a little dim in the head, okay, and his vision was tunnelling slightly, but considering he'd had a constant run over many miles, it wasn't inconceivable that he'd start to feel tired from it. He could still stop Debaun when the smaller cat made a move.

His arms weren't resting against his sides, he was just relaxing them, ready to give the snow leopard before him a sucker punch. It wasn't the best move, but being sneaky was...was...

That wasn't a yawn coming from him, it was just an act, something to trick Debaun, even if he was a little tired from the chase from before...and, maybe he could let his eyes rest a bit, his ears would alert him...

More and more, Nor fooled himself into thinking that the extra weight of his body, feeling heavy even to himself, was nothing more than a result of the day he'd had. He paid no attention to the way his jaw was going slack, nor that it was a losing battle to even focus on the snow leopard before him.

Eventually it was just that; a lost battle. Not that Nor could tell, or his foe Nemean, who was in a similar state, standing straight up like a soldier, arms pressed to their sides. They were almost like statues or toy soldiers made of clay, ready to be shaped, moulded into any form and pose their controller wished...and their controller had a mind that could make many wishes for them to fulfill.

"Heheheh, such a hero of you Nor, to come rushing in at the sight of a villain. You're so predictable." Debaun castigated the mule with a playful smirk, before he swaggered over towards Nemean and tapped the end of his cane on the tiled floor before the fit lion. "And you, Nemean, always in search of the next artifact that'll give you a one up on ol' Nor there. I said it once and I'll say it again, you supers could do with less repetition in your shows." The snow leopard chuckled before setting his cane against the gem-less container. "But now as I stand before you both, I find myself with a need to make use of you supers now that I have you under my whim. Hmm...what to do, what to do?"

With a rub of his chin and a shift of his lips Debaun could only hum to himself as ideas journeyed through his mind. Thoughts of cameras and toys, of magic and transformation, and even using the artifacts within that very museum and giving them new life.

Then, with a snap of fingers, a cheer of success, and a grin of delight, he knew what he wanted to do. "My lucky co-stars I do believe I have lucked upon a bit of a stellar idea." the snow leopard said as he leaped over towards Nemean. "You strive to beat your nemesis Nor, don't you Nemean?" the snow white feline teased before sliding across the glossy porcelain floor over towards Nor without waiting for an answer. "And you Nor, to win no matter what, for failure to stop your adversary would mean unthinkable consequences, is this not your own creed?" Debuan taunted as he slowly circled Nor like a cobra entrapping its prey.

"Well my lucky contenders today is your golden Broadway moment. A grope-off is in order. The reward? The loser's firm, tight, rod milking backside. Are there any objections?" The snow leopard chuckled as he sat on a nearby bench, his legs crossed in front of him at the shins as he held his cane in front of him under his hands. Blank stares from both the hero and the villain would be the only answer Debaun would receive. "Of course there's no objections, I didn't write it in your scripts." the snow leopard snickered as he lifted his cane, rapping it against the white tiled floor. "Actors ready? And, scene!"

It may have been an over display to the theatrics, but with their minds at the will and whims of Debaun, both the mule and the lion quickly found themselves standing before each other, empty eyes looking into each other over as their hands rubbed against one another. Even with Nemean's armor covering the majority of his body, the soothing warmth from the lion's form still managed to soak into Nor's palm as it slowly slid down the hill that was Nemean's chest. The mule's fingers lazily followed to the covered contour of muscle before slithering over the row abdominal muscles, exploring each one as they came to be found.

Nemean wasn't without his own wandering; no, his hands too found themselves tracing the cuts and curves of the hero's frame. Every dip before the next muscle, every curve that led to another well toned tendon, Nemean's hands felt against every inch of Nor's torso, as they slowly slid further downwards. Eventually, one of the lion's hands made their way to the mule's crotch, slowly gliding down the tucked length as it curved inwards within the restraining fabric. Though the girth of the mule's shaft could easily be hidden by the lion' hand, its length couldn't easily be concealed.

"Weary my dear Nor, it seems Nemean's hands are just as direct and blunt as his intentions." Debaun grinned as he watched, leaning back as he sat.

While it was true that Nemean's intentions were forward and unhindered, the manipulator was happy to see Nor was no slower to follow. The hero's hands were already set upon removing the flexible cod piece that shielded the big cat's most treasured gifts. Unlike himself, where Nemean's palm could cover his own girth, Nor's hand barely shrouded the thick tool of muscle, hidden and yet accented behind the permeable yet strong fabric of kevlar. It was no mistake to think that the perfect curve over the feline's shaft was anything but an accident.

As the two stood before each other, their eyes staring dumbfounded into one another, their hands waged war, groping and teasing the bulging shafts that filled their ever grasping touch. With a shift of his hand and a bit of working from his fingers, Nemean had the length of Nor's cock stretching across the mule's own thigh. Nor's costume kept it good and covered, but the way that it was set up in the thong that the mule wore meant that it was far more defined than it otherwise would have been.

Nor, not to be outdone, slowly worked his fingers into the waistband of the lion's kevlar armor, slowly prying at the costume enough to slip a few digits down and to the clasp of the lion's codpiece. It took a few tries, but the mule eventually managed to pop it, loosening the garment enough to expose the base of the lion's cock.

"Oohh," Debaun jeered from the sidelines, as Nemean's impressive bulge seemed to force the protective piece from his groin, although not completely off, Nor's hands roaming back and over the newly exposed tawny pubes. "Nor, I didn't think you had it in your character to do that. It looks like my actors some have hidden depths begging to revealed yet." Grinning like the cat that got the canary and the cream, the magician leaned back and watched the show escalate before his eyes.

Allowing someone to paw at his cock without his permission, no matter how small a portion it was, was beyond Nemean's ability to forgive, and without a pause his own hands were mirroring Nor's own. The big cat was immediately confused as he tried to find a waistband, or a zipper, or even a seam to take advantage of to slip into Nor's own spandex suit. With his claws as sharp as they were, it would be easy to snap the thong that was holding the cock back inside the mule's costume.

However, after a few moments of fruitless searching, the lion was instead prompted to merely go back down and cop at what he'd freed already through Nor's costume. Even with his face as dazed as ever, it was clear that the lion enjoyed feeling over the smooth fibers the suit was made of, especially at how little it actually did to hide what the mule had packing down the side of his leg. The material was practically a glove, the way it hugged against the shaft, and it took only a few strokes to make the cock grow even harder and longer down Nor's leg.

Though he couldn't moan, much less speak, Nor's chest rose and fell from the pleasure he was getting from the attention, the obvious bulge in his costume was more than enough proof of that. The hero retaliated by slipping a few fingers into the lion's groin, feeling along the now somewhat loose codpiece until he found a spot that wasn't pressed against Nemean's fur. Once again slipping his fingers into the gap, Nor's hand reached in and cupped at the lion's low hanging fruit, the orbs somewhat musky in their prison. They were heavy in the mule's hands, although he was careful not to mistreat them, even as his arch nemesis' own palm became a tad rougher against his bulge.

Nemean's impressive chest too began to rise and fall faster from the hand at his sack, and he moved a hand from the stallion's groin to his chest, squeezing at the hard muscle showed off so clearly by the clingy material. He gave Nor's pecs a few slaps with his hand, loud smacks resulting from the collisions, both palm and pec showing how strong they were compared to one another.

The big cat groped at the other's chest harder as the mule's own fingers migrated to the kevlar clothed ass, the proud, powerful cheeks pert even with the weighty material covering them. A growl escaped Nemean's muzzle, a reflexive gesture to his dominating mindset, as the hands moved to prod between the twin mounds.

"Now now, Nemean," Debaun casually tutted, wagging his cane at them as he did, "Don't break your character. You're a good little actor, save the savagery for the critics." The tawny feline's warning died down soon after, although Debaun didn't miss the way that the lion's codpiece was a tad higher than it was before, risen by the meat that it was inadequately hiding. It seemed that the cat didn't hate the treatment as much as he was hinting he was. "And remember boys, sweat is unsightly for a professional and in this grand play of sexual highs and lows, pre is the sweat of sex..." Debaun gave a toothy grin as leaned forward at both males.

Despite his interjection, neither of the two men seemed any less incensed to calm down any, especially Nemean. The villain's fingers were already running along the mule's cock like he was giving it a deep tissue massage, fingers pressing it firmly between them while running up and down along it. The lion focused particularly on the sensitive glans of the large cock, using his claws to tease the mule's slit as well, through the durable fabric.

Despite what many would have thought, Nor and Nemean had an...interesting history with one another. While they fought like most superheros and supervillains do, much of their time together was peppered with times when one or the other (or both, even) had been rendered in a rather...susceptible position, ready to be taken advantage of while the chance was to be had. Naturally, Nor more often than not had to be "influenced" by an outside party to invade Nemean's rump, but it happened, and neither of them could say it was anything but pleasurable...indignities aside anyways.

It was also how Nemean knew just the right area to squeeze, at the base of the mule's shaft, to make Nor shudder with need. All it took was a firm grip to cause the flowing blood to slow its escape from back out the length of the muscle. That alone caused Nor to give a soft moan, the tightness from his own costume costing him dearly, as his cock throbbed harshly, a drop of pre soon peeking out from the slit of his shaft. Although it was just a drop, just a dab of sexual excitement, its presence didn't escape the bond between the hero and snow leopard's minds.

"Bravo, bravo, bravissimo! Nemean my boy, you surprise me once again. It was if I could feel a history between you and Nor. A passion rivalling that of even Romeo and Juliet." Debaun cheered and clapped as he quickly came to a stand and slid over to Nor. "But you Nor, tsk-tsk-tsk, truly there is room for improvement. However, that shall have to wait!" A smirk on his face and a point of his cane towards Nemean, Debaun declared his victor in a very ostentatious manner.

"To the victor goes the spoils. Nor, I do believe you know what that entails." the snow leopard laughed as he swirled his cane in the air, a subtle command for the mule to expose his round, firm, backside to his nefarious counterpart, Nemean. A quick nod back over to the fit lion was the only command needed to be seen, Nemean making his way behind Nor and hugging the mule tightly. The lion's toned arms slid down around Nor's trim waist, as he rubbed is firming shaft up along the length of the mule's rear.

With each stroke along the parting of Nor's rear, Nemean's shaft only grew that much more excited. Its fat size and girthy frame bounced and pulsed, thick veins crawling along its surface, constantly feeding fuel to the monster that was stirring from its slumber. However, Nor was just as responsible to the calling of the beast with one eye as he swayed his generous equine posterior from side to side. The hero grazed the splitting of his cheeks against the lion's ever growing erection, causing a 'click' to echo from a part of the armor between Nemean's legs.

That click would only be a start as another soon followed, causing the feline's shaft to become ever more noticeable, like bread dough lifting a towel as it was prepared in the oven. The further that "dough" rose, the more clasps holding the lion's codpiece came undone with 'clicks' and 'pops'. This continued until only three remained holding the meaty pole of male muscle behind a triangular barrier of fabric. Though the fabric held back Nemean's physical signal of arousal, it failed in retaining the thick, sweet, musky smell of pre that was starting to drool from the tip of the lion's cock.

Yet the controlled Nor was not done just yet. With a smirk that could even match a villain's own plotting grin, Nor pressed his rear against the girthy cock and squeezed it between his supple twins, hugging the head of the lion's cock. With that the final clasps barricading Nemean's cock gave way, as the lion's cock pressed and fought to be fully erect against the mule's rear. The desire was happily given way to as Nor moved his plump ass off of his nemesis' cock, letting it bob and bounce proudly in the air as thick globs of pre dripped onto the pristine, white tiled floor. It would've been enough to let the two end after the grope, to stop once the snow leopard had both hero and villain under his whim, but Debaun just smirked before tapping his cane against the floor twice.

"Stripes, I think your final scene is about to come forth!" the snow leopard called out behind himself. No sooner did he finish than a zebra, barely dressed in his security attire, came from around the same corner that Debaun himself had appeared from not too long ago.

"tis'a glorious scene is it not my dear Stripey?" Debaun cheered as he watched Nemean hot dog his throbbing shaft, in between the round cheeks that were oh so greedily keeping his attention. However, no answer came to Debaun from the zebra. Just another blank stare that was all too familiar, one that was placed on Nor and Nemean's faces as well. "Oh how could I have possibly forgotten, you're just as removed from your mind as those two. No worries though, your role within this play is soon to have its standing ovation," Debaun chimed, "But until then, rehearsals are in order. Without proper oral your vocals will be unprepared for their final task." The magician smirked as he opened his legs out as far as his shoulders while resting his cane against his neck, along his shoulders.

It seemed that no one was safe from the snow leopard's hypnotic prowess. It was pretty damn clear that everyone he chose to enslave became nothing more than mere actors for him to play with, servants to his theatrical desires of plot and drama.

Nor, who's mission was to stop crime, was unknowingly partnering with the apex of his assailants in a soon to be heated display of sexual lust. He'd have never willingly bent over the same glass case that used to house the "Heart of the Nile", and yet here he was. He didn't even seem to care that the aforementioned gem was now laying on the floor as it were a crumbled up napkin amidst the streets of the big apple. He was too busy becoming occupied to really notice it - the fabric covering his rear resembled dust, it revealed his round and gray posterior so well, hence how a certain lion knew where to tease and tear.

Nemean, he who found heroes to be the banes of balance, was once again poised behind one of his most troublesome foes, although his position was far more willing than Nor's was. There wasn't much for Nemean to argue about having his cock aimed right for the mule's pucker and slowly pushing in. The moans of a debased hero normally caused the lion to grin, especially as he felt his heavy pipe stretch the hero out, but as it was he could hardly even moan. If there was any aware part of his mind, the fact that he needed to take things slow made the encounter as much a torture as it was a pleasure.

However, neither Nemean or Nor's situation compared to that of the helpless, hefty zebra that was kneeling between the snow leopard's legs with the feline's cock lodged in his maw. The chubby security guard held no importance, no magic, no powers, nothing that could possibly be seen as useful to the magician other than a blowjob. Mind, it seemed to be a good blowjob, Debaun wriggling as the guard's mouth engulfed the pink shaft, broad tongue lapping away at the hot and hard head. It also seemed that the overweight equine couldn't help but get aroused from the act as well, although it was dubious as to whether it was genuine or not. What was clear was that the man was heavily endowed inside his black slacks. The crotch had already been tight around his groin, the erection causing the crotch of the fabric to distend and bulge greatly, even throbbing for release. However, it was not its time just yet.

Nor groaned as his form was forced to bed further over the glass unit, his rear aimed backwards at the lion bending him. It may have been under forced conditions, behind stringed desires and entertainment, but no amount of control over the mule could deny that he always enjoyed finding himself on the receiving end of Nemean's shaft. It was a well loved occupational hazard.

Nemean couldn't say he hated it either, as he always loved having a good ass wrapped around his cock, Nor's own rump providing what many others couldn't. The way that it jiggled when his hips slammed into it, the fact that he could stretch it out with his cock after a literal night of fucking, and still have it virgin tight at a later date, and the way that it was showed off in that tight costume made it a favorite of his to take up. Not that it was hard to get a piece of that ass, considering that he and Nor fought each other practically every other week.

The lion reared a hand back and grinned as he gave the mule a firm spank on his ass, moaning lowly as the hard cheeks jiggled about his shaft. He squeezed the globes in his palms, pressing the twin cheeks against his cock and grinding his hips against them, adding to the sense of depth and tightness the ass had to give. Nor, his pucker stretched opened and his own cheeks used to further the pleasure of the lion behind him, could only moan in pleasure as he felt his walls hug the huge fat feline cock. Every motion, every circle, every ecstasy inducing groove of Nemean's hips only brought the hero closer to the need to move and buck back against the shaft, to feel the pure power of his rival's dominating thrusts as they shook and jerked his body.

Though Nemean's thrusts were powerful, he had a secret about himself that few knew, and even fewer learned. The lion's body was, in fact, sewn with a special muscle fibre he'd had the bows in the lab concoct, compacting his muscles permanently, retaining their previous strength while taking up a relatively small amount of space. The effect was as close to super strength as Nemean dared, having taken the one and only successful batch for himself. Not that he didn't want to eventually to be even stronger, but even as it was his muscles took up quite a bit of calories, and the stamina and impact it gave his fucks would tide him over till later.

'Smack' 'smack' smack, his hips went as he slammed them into Nor's posterior, making the mule grunt with each impact. The hero's chest was slowly skidding atop the flat glass roof of the display case, back and forth, as Nemean picked up the pace, their balls audibly slapping against each other as well. Nor never figured out how the lion could harness such strength from his thinner frame, but it didn't beg to be solved. After all, it was those same muscles that had the hero groaning in pleasure.

The glass case wasn't so appreciative, beginning to rock underneath Nor while pre began to dribble from the mule's stuffed hole and down his legs, smearing against its sides.

The only one who could appreciate what was going on, and was the subject of the slurps, gags, and swallows from the zebra on his knees, was Debaun. The magician panted happily as his finger waved in the air, as though he were making the groans and grunts of pleasure from the supers into his own sexual orchestra. He decided to save that for another date, though the idea did have a perverse appeal to it. "Keep that up Stripey...you'll be ready in no time." the snow leopard could only manage to say between deep breaths, as he could feel his own climax fast approaching, his cock keeping up a constant feed of pre down the horses throat.

The guard's response was all but lost as Nemean growled and gripped at Nor, lifting the mule around and spinning them to be face to face. The hero was further hefted to another, lower, longer display set, the feline setting his entranced lover on his back, ass just barely hanging off over the edge of the case before starting the fuck again.

Nor groaned as he felt the space below his tail being slapped by the lion's two swinging orbs, not at all minding as his legs were pushed back and almost against his chest, his limberness applying as much to the bedroom as it did on the street. Nemean took full advantage of it, spreading Nor's legs wider than anyone aside from an Olympic trained gymnast had been capable of giving him beforehand, the mule's rump all the tighter for it. Every shotgun thrust that shot Nemean's hips forwards sent ripples racing from the sight of impact and up Nor's body.

Yet even with all this stimulation, with his costume keeping a constant hold on his own cock, and the constant drooling, warm pre soaking into the fur along his thigh, Nor couldn't cum! How could he withstand this kind of pleasure and not burst? He didn't know, and he didn't think on it; all Nor knew was that his cock was throbbing for release, ready to erupt in a volcano of thick seed, and yet it just didn't come to him.

Nor wasn't the only one in such a predicament; his mental master, Debaun, was also on the cusp of his own great release. However, unlike the hero, all it took was a single silable from the snow leopard's lips for his cock to spill its pure white load, near directly into the zebra's stomach. Chasity spells were fun like that.

"Ooohh, yeesss," he groaned out loud, leaning casually on his cane as he closed his beguiling eyes, the guard below sucking him down like a pro. "Hmm, good work stripey...consider your warm ups over for the night..."

The zebra's head was pet by the cat as he slowly pulled himself back, purring happily to himself as he regarded the pair debasing themselves over the glass stand. The least debased part of it was the sheet protecting the "priceless" artifacts - polished gold necklaces with what were assumed to be precious gems -, which was glimmering with the impression of Nor's increasingly sweaty back. The mere sight made Debaun's shaft come back to full hardness, despite his moments-ago-orgasm, and put a renewed a grin on his face.

A bead of sweat rolled slowly down Nemean's mask as he smacked Nor's ass with his hips, baring his teeth with each pleasurable spike forwards. The lion panted with each buck he made, his fingers tight about Nor's thick calves, gripping his heroic counterpart as his hips bucked all the harder. The slaps made with each thrust were starting to sound more and more like a jack hammer than anything alive.

However, something tickled at the back of Nemean's mind as he fucked harder. Something of his rebellious personality was trying to break free of the simple minded fuck-quest he was on at that moment. He couldn't tell what it was, but the better his herculean body felt with every push forwards, the more he could feel himself being...himself. Like he was actually dominating the mule below him. Like he was actually in control of the entire scene. Like he was fooling the cat that had so foolishly thought that the proud, powerful lion would ever fall to anyone else's control.

Nor groaned as he squirmed on the cool glass, mind still as empty as ever, his ass buffeted by Nemean's powerful turgid cock. The pounding of the powerful round head, against his prostate, made his cock bounce in his suit with each buck. The fat length, trapped against his thigh, throbbed with need as it spurted a continuous stream of pre down his leg. Its desire was soon achieved as Nemean pushed the Nor's own legs back against himself, knees just inches from his face. With his ass at such an angle and his prostate more vulnerable than ever, Nor quickly found himself groaning and panting heavily, Nemean spearing harshly into his p-spot.

However, it was only when Debaun clicked his tongue that the mule was allowed to cum, the chasity spell finally lifted, causing Nor to errupt, his cock drowning the fur on his thigh with thick bursts of semen. The moan that Nor let off from the orgasm made the glass cases positively rattle from its tenor - to Debaun, it was pure, unadulterated music. He suddenly wished he had a recording of it.

That deviant call out to the heavens, and the feeling of the hero's ass clenching and relaxing around his cock, was just enough to finally pull Nemean from the puppetry that Debaun had over his mind. However, diagnosing and analyzing his situation was least of concern on the lion's mind. No, it was the song of joy and relief that he knew so well that had his attention. It was a trademark of his rival Nor being fucked to the limits while Nemean himself did the deed.

The auditory approval was all the lion needed to hear for his sexual rampage to truly, properly end. His hips ravaged at the rear in his mercy, each buck punctuated by either a slurp or a smack, before he too found himself roaring from from his climax. His cock pulsed angrily as it flooded the mule's ass with jets of cum, while the lion roared like the king of the open fields of Africa he descended from.

However, that freedom of consciousness, that free control over his own body, was soon a fleeting one for Nemean, as Debaun quickly regained composure from his own orgasms. As if the lion had stood up too fast for his own good, Nemean found his consciousness blacking out into the void of darkness he had only just escaped from not to long ago.

"Oooh, what a tricky feline, trying to leave the stage early without performing his final act." the snow cat grinned as he motioned for the lion to slip free from the mule's tender hole. At the same time, he also gestured for the security guard to sit against a golden crocodile shaped sarcophagus. "Now my dear virile lead, time to show that you are more than just a pole touting brute," he taunted as he gave a caveman-like impression "but that even a male such as yourself desire the joys of submission." Debaun smirked he rubbed the end of his cane against the bulge that throbbed within the tight, black, fabric of the zebra's pants.

The guard merely sat against the golden container with a blush on his face, a look of desperation for relief either from his own slacks or, to a greater extent, his libido. Luckily, the control that Debaun had over Nemean left the lion to aid in both tasks.

With his mind back under Debaun's control, and his eyes empty of all intelligent emotion, Nemean knelt in front of the striped horse, his hands rubbing at the throbbing bulge that threatened to stab through the fabric that held it back. Within moments, his practised paws had the endowment leaking through the dark trousers.

"Ah yes, the final act. Tragedy strikes and a life soon fades away in the ever coming and changing tides that carry life," the snow leopard sung sorrowfully before grinning, "But tis' that which makes an epic poem magical on Broadway."Debaun soon chuckled as he stepped over to Nor. The mule was still limp on the bench Debaun had been sitting on earlier, cum dripping from the hero's spent pucker, costume stained with cum from his cock within. The slowly softening bulge was duly ignored of another, hardening one.

"You deserve a reward my dear hero, a Toney unlike any other," he smirked as he gripped his own shaft, and rubbed it along the lips of the mule. "Go on, accept your reward." With those words, the snow leopard had once again led the hero into service, Nor's mouth wrapped around the feline's cock.

During the time it took for Debaun to command his hero to suckle up his cock, Nemean had worked off the barricading pants that held the zebra's cock at bay. Like any equine, the security guard did not lack in impressiveness. With his cock free from its constraints, the zebra's shaft quickly slapped against the lion's arm as it stood up, almost pre'ing against the guard's own chest. The size didn't intimidate Nemean; in fact, it only fuelled his ambitions further, making him slowly crawled over the horse and aim his pucker at the lengthy shaft that pulsed below him. It was his nature, to be prideful and confident, for that was who Nemean was and acted as.

As he felt the blunted head of the zebra's cock push his tail up and away to make way for itself, Nemean left nothing to be denied about the dominant nature he so flaunted. The big cat forced himself down over the shaft, not allowing the guard a chance to shove in himself. The lion grunted as he sank down around the thick cock, before eventually every inch was nestled within his sleeve of muscle. He paused for a moment while his body adjusted to the sheer extent of the zebra's pole, lest something in him was damaged. However, the time passed, and the lion slowly began to rise back up the length of muscle, his walls clinging and stroking along its hot reach as Nemean began to ride the zebra's shaft.

At the same time, the lion's own cock slowly grew back to life, as remnants of its own past climax dripped and drooled onto the other male's round and chubby gut. As his hips rose and fell around the zebra's dick, it only aided in smearing the pre that leaked from its tip along Nemean's own walls. Some even started to leak back out around the soaked shaft as it appeared and vanished between the feline's pert mounds of muscle.

Before long, the slow riding of the feline became rough, body rattling bounces, Nemean holding tight on the guard's shoulder keeping himself balanced as he took to the horse's cock like a piston. Every drop of the lion's body made his tunnel rapidly engulf the zebra's cock, letting it leak extensively throughout his rump. Stripes could only sit there and groan, in a mix of pleasure and passion, as every inch of his cock was used. The hot, tight, moist corridor that hugged his cock seemed too good to be true for the guard. Before that night, the only form of sex the zebra had come to know was that of his own hand or the fleshlite he had back at his apartment; yes, the security guard was a virgin and tonight he had finally received what he dreamt of. Unfortunately for the zebra, however, Debaun's hold on his mind was ever so tight.

With a loud click from Debaun, however, Stripes soon found himself holding at Nemean's legs, slowing beginning to buck into the still tight pucker, his hips smacking against the lion's own powerful descents as he bounced him on his lap. The sound of wet slaps from a soaked cock spearing into a tight hole echoed throughout the museum, as the sarcophagus Stripes sat against rocked from the action. The artifact's completely red eyes almost seemed to stare down at the pair watching, the lion ride and the zebra assault.

As the third and final chastity spell wore away, the guard, no matter how much longer he wanted to go on deep down, couldn't hold back any longer. His large hips gave one last final thrust upwards into Nemean, his hands forcing the cat down on his cock at the same time. His equine shaft throbbed, pulsed, and angrily spurted gush after thick gush of horse spunk into the lion's body, coating his stretched walls with his cum.

"Ahh what a show, what a grande finale befitting the final curtain," Debaun chimed in, the charms in his voice endearing it to everyone. Nor still suckled on his cock, without a goal to hope for, just doing as he was told. "Now Nemean, return to me...and as for you, my lowly actor, time to give your final bow to your audience. You shall return to your room, receive the tapes of our night and stroll gallantly to your provided 'trailer', although do mind the not-squid. It can be a little rough on the way down..."

Without wasting a moment, Nemean and "Stripes" disengaged from one another, the lion slowly pulling himself off the zebra's cock, careful not to let any of the excess cum splash down and over the spent shaft as it receded. The guard grabbed his pants as he walked off, his shaft gleaming with spent seed as he dragged his work-jeans along behind himself. He entered his station at security and removing the security footage up till that point, without a blink of resistance. The cameras had recorded the entire "play" between the supers, security guard, and the civilian-turned-director, focusing the evidence all onto one outdated tape to save time and money from updating.

With the tape and evidence of the night's events in hand, Stripes slowly made his way to the loading entrance at the back of the museum, the doors shut and locked as tight as a bank. Stepping to one of the steel shutter doors, the zebra reached out and gripped a knob sticking out from it, another door appearing in the metal barrier in response. The new exit had a wood finish about it, and despite the fact that it had only just slapped itself on into place, it was very firm as well, without a hint of metal aside from the handle. Tilting the knob, the equine slowly pulled the door open.

The moment he did, his hat was blown off by a gale from within the place the door lead to, the guard not seeming to care at all for the lost piece of his uniform. His eyes stared blankly as a series of tentacles reached out and gripped at his clothes, the suckers on them tearing the garments to shreds before clinging his body. The suckers attached themselves to the zebra's tail, and rump, adhering to his chest and paying special attention to his nipples, teasing his cock and balls like nothing else had before.

The only things that weren't being touched on him by the feelers were his hat and badge...well, before a stray tentacle picked them both up and conveniently placed on his head. Stepping into the doorway, not a care spent for how he was being touched, the guard left his workplace without a glance back, taking all the evidence of the night with him. The door closed behind him without ceremony. The only thing that remained to tell that he had even been there was a single name tag, labelled Mike, lying among the scraps of blue fabric that had been his uniform.

Back inside, Debaun stood between his two main actors, their bodies spent and their wills still under his whim. "Our friend Stripes has went on to perform for a much bigger crowd, some more preferable of having gills. But the show must go on without him, and so I would like to say you two will be my reoccurring stars, shall a need like this ever arise again." Debaun grinned as he danced quite lively to the front of his mentally entrapped victims.

"By day I shall be your friend, your sexual desire on the side whenever your hear my voice. I shall have been, is, and ever will be a buddy to release your lustful desires." the snow leopard said seductively, implanting his voice deep into the supers' minds, turning his mere smile into a hypnotic gesture. He doubted anyone would sniff it out any time soon. "...and in return I shall not reveal your identity to the world. An actor is no one other than the character he portrays...and without a character there is no actor. However, for the play to continue, the director must remain unaccosted by those who seek to ruin his work. You will not remember this night, my good actors, or at least no part involving me...not unless I so make it a part of your scripts..." the snow white feline said softly before walking towards his exit. "...and with that I say we leave this place, everyone in different stage exits...AU REVOIR!"

Debaun bowed dramatically before disappearing into the dead of night, the doorknob vanishing behind himself. Nemean and Nor, still up to their eyeballs in magical programming, blinked as their memories were all assigned to the corners of their minds, Nor's mind even putting passwords onto them. Then they too left the building, setting off in opposite directions, until they were far enough for their programming to cease.

In Nemean's case, this involved stepping into a nearby strip club. The rest of the night after that was a pleasing, if somewhat confused orgy for the villainous feline.

Nor, on the other hand, woke in a quiet alleyway, leaning against a wall and being left no explanation for how he'd gotten there.

"Huh? What just happened? D-did I just doze off?" Nor groaned as he stood up against a nearby wall within an alley, pausing as he felt the wolf air wrap around his leg. All it took was a glance down to notice the giant wet spot travelling down his left thigh from when Nemean fucked him into his climax. Nor didn't know how it'd been caused, but name word did come to mind on the Most Likely list.

"Nemean..." was all he could say, as he remembered the last memory he had before the mysterious blank in his mind. It wasn't a stretch to think he'd confronted the kevlar clad villain at some point that night, and that the cat had attempted to tamper with his memory. Well, it wasn't as though Nemean was a magician by any way, so any changes made would revert before too long. Nor knew from experience how it all worked.

"Heh...I'll get you next time." the mule chuckled as he stood back up, adjusting his costume to as to make the dark mark less obvious. He sighed as he looked to the sky, noting how far the moon had shifted towards the horizon. "Better make it home...Choin's probably wondering if I'm ok or not..." With a quick patting down over his body, to make sure nothing was damaged or exposed, Nor climbed the nearest fire escape and kicked off to the opposite building's rooftop, making running leap after running leap across the tops of apartments and businesses alike in the route he took towards home.

With the supers dispersed and the museum left unguarded, the shadow of a figure, whom the mule had been chasing beforehand, stood overlooking the remains of the party that had been had in the room. The "Heart of the Nile", the lure that had caused both equine and feline to meet their lustful meeting, had been carelessly left behind by Debaun, set casually in a rack of brochures.

"A favor bestowed upon me by lord Anubis himself..."

The voice held a soft growl in their gut, similar to a beast preparing to growl or roar. A golden scaly clawed hand reached out above the shadow and lifted up the gem, holding it before a pair of ruby eyes. The crocodillian mug below split into a sinister grin, golden lips glimmering in the dim light of the room.

"Yesss...and quite a heart it is...and couple that with those fools, who so dimly ignored my presence..." The crocodile gave a tooth laden smirk, his fangs completely black, like stones drawn from the darkness of space. He chuckled as he admired the jewel in his hands. "I even have dirt on Nor, and Nemean themselves...that other feline is just an added bonus...and as long as I keep evading Nor like I've been doing this entire night...then my plans will come to fruition soon enough!"

With that said, the croc tilted his head back and filled them room with a dark chuckle, the sound escalating until it was all but a thunder to anyone outside. Midway through this, he seemed to instantly liquefy into a puddle of gold, before disappearing through the cracks of a wall. The echoes of his evil laughter filling the empty room as he departed.....

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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Nor, Nemean, and Debaun belong to Taiko Akito Nile and Stripes belong to Rex the Husky