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A deluge of hot water woke Fox up with a start. Tingling sensations inched their way through his unclothed body as he tried to comprehend what he had just gone through. Immediately, he realized that he felt more lucid than before, now not at all in a catatonic state, but he still had trouble taking in his surroundings. No more disorienting than waking up from a deep sleep.

Where am I?

Far too dark to see, Fox quickly determined that he was in a shower of some kind, obvious from the water cascading onto his face and chest, cascading through his fur. Slightly too hot for comfort, especially with a large amount of the water hosing into his groin, Fox tried to move to the side, hoping to find the corner of the shower stall, only to find that his body could barely move, restrained to the point of near-stillness. He felt his feet barely touched the ground, definitely not supporting his weight. Instead, he felt his wrists were bound high above his head, his back pressed against a firm, warm, oddly shaped wall.

Along his body, Fox felt two long, wide, exceedingly sharp combs scratch their way through the fur, from his thighs to his chest, often taking a leisurely detour to knead at his rump, which he honestly didn't mind. What bothered him more was the fact that he still couldn't recall what had happened beyond his encounter with the tentacle-monster. Anything after that would certainly serve as an improvement.

His thought of it alone was strong enough to draw out a long, quiet, humble moan from Fox's maw, which deepened and doubled as one of the combs raked up the inside of Fox's thigh, slowly and steadily until it could raise no higher, wedged into Fox's groin before it hooked onto the tendon where his thigh met his hips.

Fox let out a yip of joyous arousal. It was pure coincidence, but for some reason, that specific area had always been Fox's odd fetish: that often ignored cranny just next to the groin. Within seconds, he felt his cock lengthen, loosely jutting out without becoming entirely rigid.

It was then that he recognized the odd stimulator not as a comb, but as a hand.

Fox closed his legs, pinning the hand against his sac as he tucked his body upward, trying to resist before the second hand grasped around his tail, drawing a yelp from the vulpine as he meekly relaxed his body, not wanting to draw any more ire toward himself.

Someone chuckled above him, and it was then that Fox recognized that he wasn't dangling from a hook, but that his wrists were tied behind the neck of his captor.

Who was it? Dammit, why can't I remember? I saw his face_!_

"I think he's awake," the captor said, walking to the edge of the pitch-dark shower and speaking up, as if he were talking to someone far away. "Turn up the lights. Slowly."

At his order, the rest of the room faded into existence. They appeared to be in a ship or space station's locker room, both contained in a narrow, tall cage of hardened glass or plastic, hastily assembled under the one of the many spigots in what must have been designed as a group shower.

A tall, gangly chameleon stood at the door, hand on the light switch and clad in a bright-orange, bulky, currently-helmetless hazmat suit, and a pulse rifle clutched in his grip. The look in his eye all but showed he was looking for a reason to use it.

Leon Powalski, and judging by the further layout of the room, their operation had been so far meticulously crafted and planned by none other than him.

The rifle wasn't the only weapon trained of Fox. Evenly spaced in a semicircle formation around them, a half-dozen knee-high tripod-fitted mini-sentries surrounded the shower stall, each pointing directly at his chest.

"Don't you fuckin' resist again," Wolf growled in his ear. "Leon programmed these himself. One wrong move, and they'll fill you full of holes, and it won't even get any of your blood on me. So you're gonna lay back," he glowered, grabbing Fox's knees and lifting them up to the glass. He laid his hands flat against the back of Fox's thighs before spreading his legs into a simple split, pressing the vulpine's genitals against the cold clear surface. "take it," Shivers raced through Fox's back, shaking an uneven gasp from his shivering, clenching throat. "and be a good little pup for me to play with, and while you're at it," he grunted, pulling back with one claw before swinging it around to strike right between Fox's cheeks.

"Maybe you could go a little dead inside, for me?"

Fox stopped shivering. He simply ceased to react, even as Wolf grabbed onto his hips and rotated him so that his back faced the bulkhead, or as his legs were placed around the lupine's sturdy waist.

"Although," Wolf contemplated, reaching over and scooping a handful of fur-cleansing gel out of a container in the corner before lathering it against his palm with his fingers. "If you do struggle later, it'll get me hard faster."

"Are you quite done?" Leon's voice echoed into the chamber, muted by the glass cage, yet nervous and cracking, obviously influenced by the sensual scene before him.

"Not quite," Wolf hollered back, swooping his soap laden hand low before rocketing it up, slapping right where he had before. "I haven't finished the fun part!" The wolf chuckled as he whispered in Fox's submissive ear. "Actually, I've stuck a finger up your ass three times already. For some reason, you didn't wake up. What, are foxes that queer? Do they sleep with a dildo up their ass like some pussy needs a safety blanket?"

Fox whimpered as Wolf's finger roughly jabbed inside him. His arms shook as they held his weight. The rotation, along with the ropes around his wrists, had angled his forearms so that they crossed in front of Wolf's neck. All he had to do was curl his arms inward and he'd choke the life out of his tormentor, but he couldn't. He would die.

His body quaked with rage, with impotent indignation. Every single angle had him trapped. There was no escape. With no options, Fox simply threw his head downward and screamed. He howled until his throat burned. When the lupine pulled his fingers free, the scream died like a flickering flame.

"Ah, shaddap!" Wolf spat, slapping suds along the fox's abs as well as his own before pressing their bodies together. "You're only embarrassing yourself."

For as long as Wolf saw fit, he rubbed his torso against Fox's, using one body to clean off another, and vice versa. Fox trembled in Wolf's arms, taking orders and torturing himself with his own ironic fantasy, even as he felt something long, thick, warm, and obviously perverse, slowly, torturously slide its way through his rump, over his sphincter, just to nestle under the base of his tail.

Fox had wanted to be a pet, but not this way. Not here.

Not him. Please. ANYONE ELSE...

But for some reason, further than simply self-preservation, Fox shut his eyes and let himself be used. Perhaps his own unwillingness he felt toward his partner kicked his counterintuitive quirk into overdrive. Regardless, he soon found himself hypnotized by the way he felt both of their abs grind together.

"Heh, like an actual washboard..."

---

As Leon approached the stall, he rolled his eyes, which for a chameleon, meant that he briefly looked at the bulkhead behind him without turning his head. Though he was slightly annoyed at Wolf's persistence to toy with his flawless plan, he still couldn't help but feel his mouth run dry at all the ways Wolf denigrated their prisoner.

By the time he had seen the first photographs published. Big, dramatic, posed propaganda of the great Cornerian war hero, Leon had felt transfixed. He wasn't alone. Countless considered Fox McCloud an icon of handsome magnificence, and only slightly less considered him a sex symbol, yet even then, with such a demand to see the great sky captain in a more... intimate way, not one photographer had achieved the priceless goal of catching the fox naked. Unlike most celebrities, and all foxes, McCloud had proven himself to be rather chaste and reserved in the public eye, not once compromising himself promiscuously for a quick flash of attention in the public eye, but now Leon witnessed a hopelessly humbled, sexually-enslaved vixen that truly was Fox McCloud.

And it felt... real.

Leon kept his eyes on McCloud not out of protectiveness, but out of wonder. As that delectable, endlessly sought-after rump was shamelessly, whorishly spread against steamed glass, clenching and twitching around Wolf's alien, almost primitive member, Leon felt a long-forgotten desire well up within him.

"I ain't fuckin' him here. Don't worry."

Leon flinched at the sudden comment, and then lifted his gaze to find that Wolf had been observing him observe McCloud.

"I'm not gonna stick it in him yet," he repeated "Just keepin' ya on the same page, but when I do, you can have him next."

"Wha-what?"

"I may be a dick, but I'm no asshole. I don't mind of this hot dog's buns are on another sausage from time to time."

"Are you... offering him to me?"

"Are you saying no?"

"Not at all."

"So," Wolf shrugged, rotating Fox in his grip and holding him up, inverted directly beneath the showerhead. He watched as McCloud twitched in his grip as the water rained down on him in the most degrading way possible. To finish the gesture, he pulled the upside-down McCloud down so that their bodies meshed together, then repeatedly licked at the fox's sensitive taint, drawing a few luscious cries from the pilot before continuing his own thought. "Who's cooking tonight?"

"I'm thinking Panther should," Leon offered, somewhat perturbed at how naturally Wolf instantly invented new tricks to keep McCloud on edge. "After all, he is the best cook."

"Good idea." Wolf nodded before manhandling his fox once more, shoving him down to kneel at Wolf's feet before the randy lupine shifted his hips forward, pinning McCloud's head to the glass with his groin and pressing his sac on top of the vulpine's snout.

"Lick."

McCloud practically sobbed in protest, wrists held neatly on his knees and eyes still firmly shut, before somberly relaxing his maw and slowly swiping his tongue along the back and bottom of Wolf's balls. As soon as they twitched at his ministrations, he fell away, jerking and sputtering in disgust.

"Good boy," Wolf smirked. "Besides," he instantly turned his attention back to Leon without skipping a beat. He placed a hand on the foggy glass door as he spoke. "If Caruso ain't gonna assist with our haul, then he might as well--"

"Wait!"

Wolf froze. "What?"

"Don't open that door yet," Leon insisted, popping his hazmat suit loose and breaking off the excess pieces as fast as he could. Soon, the main body of the suit dropped from his shoulders to his ankles, which he kicked into a distant corner, leaving him in nothing but a skintight, revealing elastic flight bodysuit--the same design as flyer briefs, but far more modest--that unfortunately showcased his raging arousal.

"Oh, so you are enjoying the show."

"Will you shut it?" Leon snapped, rushing over to the sentries and standing just outside the ring of death before explaining. "After what I say next," he stated calmly, though remaining cautiously obscure. "toss McCloud to me."

"No problem."

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

"You're sure," Leon stressed.

"Do ya wanna fuckin' pinky-swear or somethin'?"

"Alright. Here we go," Leon took a deep breath, cracked his knuckles, then gave the order.

"Sentry command: deactivate," he stated clearly, accompanied by the mechanical hiss of six defense guns shutting down. "Go!"

With calm haste, Wolf flung the hinged glass panel open and tossed the dripping-wet, humbled fox into the waiting arms of a horny chameleon, then continued to shower alone.

As soon as the sentries had deactivated, McCloud had immediately started struggling, even in midair as he sailed into Leon's grasp. Both crashed to the deck in absolute chaos, with McCloud kicking and squealing as Leon rapidly got on top and sat on the fox's chest, pinning the vulpine's wrists to his abdomen.

"Stop squirming," Leon scowled, reaching back and grabbing McCloud's scrotum in a fierce grip. "Or I'm taking a souvenir."

Immediately, McCloud stopped resisting, merely arching his back slightly to gain a more comfortable position beneath the lizard. In his exhaustion his maw hung open, tongue panting to the side. On impulse, Leon lowered his face inches away from McCloud's, opened his mouth, and darted his reptilian tongue into the captive's unsuspecting throat.

"Gack-!"

Leon basked in his dominance, watching the slim, sexy canine gag on a tongue that had disappeared faster than it had appeared, bucking and smacking his own head against the tile deck at his own shock and futility.

"My, my, my..." the lizard noted, finally letting himself be himself. "That was fun." Without warning, he took another taste of the fox's tonsils.

The result was neither expected nor preferred.

Fox took the opportunity to bite down instantly, razor-sharp reflexes kicking in as he caught Leon's tongue between his incisors and turned his head to the side, drawing a scream from the reptile before rolling over, breaking free of the hold and standing on his own two feet for the first time in days. The victory was short lived, as the tile deck proved slippery. Instantly, Fox's feet gave out from under him as he tried to scramble to the faraway door that stood just beyond a row of lockers outside the open shower area.

The pilot didn't make it to his second step before Leon grabbed onto Fox's ankle, causing him to slip again before remounting the helpless prey from behind.

"Don't you dare bite my tongue!" he shrieked, slamming Fox's head into the deck with each emphasized word. "Do it again, and I'll butcher you. I'll cook you, have a nice fox steak dinner, cut it up into little pieces, fucking jizz in it, then EAT IT_!_"

Wolf busted out into laughter at Leon's over-the-top threat, finally stepping out of the shower and shutting off the water. "I'm gonna have to write that one down. That's fuckin' funny."

"Am I bleeding?" Leon asked, standing up over the wrangled vulpine before opening his mouth for his captain's inspection.

"You're fine. No blood," Wolf said, waiving the subject as he reached down, grabbed onto Fox's wrist, then laid him over his broad shoulder.

"Kill me," Fox grumbled.

"Not planning on it," Wolf replied. "But if you want, eventually, I might throw you back in the hangar and let your old friend fuck you to death."

"Go to hell."

"_This'_ll be worth it," Wolf reassured, gently patting the showcased fox rump perched on his shoulder as he cautiously tiptoed along the slippery shower tiles, toward the door. "What was that thing with the turrets?" he asked of Leon.

"What thing?"

"That weird ritual you had goin' on."

"Oh, well," Leon hesitated before deciding on being forthright. "That glass blocks the sentries' lasers, so if you opened the door--"

"It would have shot me?!" Wolf shouted, stopping just in front of the door.

"So if McCloud broke the glass in a struggle--"

"It would've killed... both of us."

"Well, yeah," Leon begrudgingly agreed before walking first out the motion-tracking door. "But it didn't."

"Oh. Sure. Well, great," Wolf stammered on as he followed down the hall.

"It's not like I'm completely thoughtless. Someone like McCloud would obviously be careful to run out the door, which would have put only him in the line of fi--"

"Wait," Wolf held up his free hand. They were outside the station's top quadrant[1] rec room, where Panther, no doubt was sulking in disgust from his teammates' perverse behavior. "Let's check on him," he suggested with a smirk before walking in, only having just started to drip dry.

The hiss of the automatic door alerted the lone feline inside.

Panther Caruso, newest member of Star Wolf and by far the least menacing. Self-proclaimed ladies' man by trade, though currently, he sat on a barstool, facing away from the door, his pants around his ankles and paws furiously at work on relieving his own stress.

He was, by far, the most muscular of the three. Ever since the Aparoid war, the panther had focused entirely on putting on more bulk than Wolf and had quickly succeeded. Already being taller than Wolf, the broad frame and well-sculpted, rounded musculature had provided the feline with an imposing, masculine form, yet also somehow a warm, gentle, and especially sensual flare.

"For all that is good and lovely in this world, Wolf," Panther somehow managed to scold smoothly. "Would it actually kill you to show some basic level of..." he tried to distract his employer as he hastily pulled his belt tight around his hips and spun about in his chair, turning to face a soaking wet, stark naked wolf, an equally wet, equally naked fox on his shoulder, and a timid chameleon whose manhood was all but blindingly obvious.

"Deee-ceeen-cyyyyy" Panther dragged the word out woozily, like a cartoon character who had just been hit on the head with an anvil. In bewilderment, the melanistic leopard slapped his palm against his forehead, and his other hand on his hip, letting his pants fall back down again completely outside of his senses. "That is in the running for the absolute gayest thing I have ever seen."

Wolf picked McCloud off his shoulder, holding him up off the ground by the scruff of his neck and staring at his toy impartially before turning him to his wingman. "Want him to suck your dick?"

"And it just won by a landslide," Panther groaned in deadpan. "What do you want?"

"Just putting our own personal bitch in his cell and wanted to know if you were gonna help."

"How exactly would I help with that?"

"It would just help you to know which cell block we're gonna keep him in."

"Why is that information important to me, exactly?"

"Oh, no reason," Wolf ceded, putting Fox back on his shoulder before heading out the door. Before he left, he paused and said. "Just fer yer knowin', he'll be in top cell block C."

"Whatever."

Wolf left without another word. His shit-eating grin said more than enough.

As the they walked down the hallway to the lift, Leon made sure to follow closely behind Wolf, who had transferred their prisoner from a shoulder carry into an old-fashioned bridal carry, no doubt to fondle the fox's ass while simultaneously watch the expression on his ever-reddening face.

Even as they called the lift and waited, Wolf didn't let up on McCloud, effortlessly slamming him into the bulkhead and grinding forward into the vulpine's groin. He laughed in caustic euphoria as he watched the submissive fox clutch desperately behind Wolf's broad, powerful neck and lock his ankles behind the big dog's back, as if begging to be penetrated.

"You know," Wolf growled softly, the sound of his voice alone causing McCloud to gasp involuntarily. "If you actually wanted to struggle here," he suggested, curling his fingers under Fox's cheeks and pulling them apart, just because he could. "I'd really like that."

And yet, in order to twist the knife of humiliation even further, Wolf buried his muzzle into the base of his fox's neck, licking, nibbling and sucking until the helpless fox began twitching, breathing sharply and hating himself for doing so.

Oddly, all the while, Leon found himself not staring at Fox's vacant-eyed, mewling display, but rather, at his leader's ass. With powerful hips pressing forward against the fox's toned, formerly-reluctant body, the ruthless wolf's impressively muscled posterior flexed outward under his ecstatically wagging tail in such an uncaringly sexy way, Leon actively had to resist reaching out and touching it.

The bell rang; the elevator had arrived; Wolf growled in frustration at the interruption.

"Just wait 'til we get to yer cell," he promised, grasping McCloud by the throat and sliding him into the elevator like a bowling ball. Fox hit the back bulkhead with a thundering crash, slightly denting the polished metal and crying out in shock. He looked as though the blow had merely made him dizzy.

"Get up," Wolf's voice rumbled with the foulest of intentions. He gripped Fox by his pinned, humiliated ears and hauled him to his feet, foxy slave screaming as he rose, before spinning him about and pressing his face against the cold metal elevator wall. As Leon entered the elevator, he almost flinched at how viciously Wolf's hand clapped against Fox's genitals and pulled back, forcing the vulpine's hips back with a yelp. Mortified, Fox tucked his tail in fright.

"Keep yer tail up, pup."

He did, pinning his tail so high, it flowed perfectly with the contour of his back.

"When I'm around, I wanna see that flawless ass at all times," Wolf explained, clutching a vulpine cheek in either claw before stooping over Fox's bent form. He licked his ear. "Understood?"

Fox said nothing, clutching the handrail for dear life.

"Say 'Yes, master. Anything for you.'" Wolf growled, claw leaving Fox's taut rear and pointing at the lowest button on the elevator's control pad. "Or we're going back to the hangar."

"YES, MASTER! ANYTHING FOR YOU!" Fox wailed instantly, out of sheer reflex.

Wolf smirked, petting his fox on the rump while flicking the top button on the control panel before leaning in the corner, arms crossed. "That's better."

The ride in the elevator was mostly quiet, with both Star Wolf pilots taking in the sight of their staunchest rival bent over, ass out, and tail up, trying desperately not to kink.

"Spread those legs a little wider."

Fox did, not even knowing it was Leon who said it.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Wolf directed his question at Leon.

"In what way?"

"I mean, yer the only one here wearin' clothes." Wolf shifted his pose, tilting his torso to the side. Though unbeknownst to him, he was displaying no less than an orgiastic feast for Leon's eyes as one traced his immaculately built, immense, sculpted form, while the other kept perfect, stoic contact with the wolf's single, striking lavender eye. "I mean, McCloud isn't gonna wear any decent clothing again for the rest of his life, if I have anything to say about it, but you've been starin' at me quite a bit lately."

Shit! He noticed!

"I mean, I don't have a problem with it or nuthin'," he continued, crossing the elevator until he stood nose to nose with his vastly taller teammate. "You can look all you want. Embarrassment is fer pussies, and I know I look fuckin' sexy."

"Um... Well, I have been staring. I'll admit--"

"Touch me."

"Come again?"

Wolf took a step back, spreading his arms wide and inviting Leon's flabbergasted glare. "I want you to touch me in the dirtiest place you can manage."

"W-wh-why?"

"Like I said," Wolf rolled his eye. "Embarrassment is fer pussies, and yer no pussy. I need you to prove yourself."

"I'm not going to fondle you, Wolf."

"No one ever said 'fondle'. What, do yuh wanna touch my balls?"

"I-i-i..." Leon stammered, turning his head away and sticking a finger in the collar of his black elastic suit to let some unwanted heat escape. The suit took in heat, but trapped it very well, easily overheating even a cold-blooded creature. Usually, Leon wouldn't mind the heat, but suddenly, he was much more acutely aware of his senses.

The finger broke the suit's magnetic hold on his body, and Wolf knew it.

Instantly taking advantage, Wolf stuck his hand in Leon's collar and tugged the suit around the chameleon's knees, drawing a confused, reluctantly elated gasp and a sigh.

"Wolf, what are you doing?"

"Fight back," he ordered, grabbing Leon's arms and pinning him to the wall, animalistic sheath rapidly filling out against his scaly thigh. The lizard instinctively bucked his hips forward to push Wolf away, only to drive his rigid length through the fur of his boss's obscenely-muscled abdomen, causing his eyes to roll back as Wolf wrapped his arms around his narrow torso and took both of them to the deck, Wolf on top.

"What are you doing!?"

"Calm down," Wolf chided, stroking his sheath until his slick canine member slid forward and plumped up to full length. "Just measuring."

"Measuring?"

"What, Leon? Are you embarrassed?"

"No, I--" The reptile's gasp silenced any thought in his mind as Wolf pressed his own member against Leon's twitching erect length.

"Huh," Wolf noted, standing up and helping Leon to his feet. "Yer longer, but I'm wider. Just as I thought..."

"What was that about?"

"I wanted to measure, and the quickest way to get me hard is a struggle."

Leon sighed in exasperated confusion. "Couldn't you tell me that before?"

"Had to be genuine, and I know for a fact you enjoyed it."

"How so?"

"Yer not embarrassed right now, are you?"

Leon didn't notice for a full five seconds that his hand had reached around and cupped Wolf's rump, squeezing and pressing against the firm flesh in his hand.

"You don't... mind?"

"I ain't embarrassed," Wolf said again. "If you got the hots for me, just say so."

"Why are you doing this now, of all times?"

"Because you designed this job from the get-go, contract, logistics and everything," Wolf grinned. "And that," he pointed his thumb over his shoulder pointing to the mortified, shamed fox. "Is the greatest present anyone has ever given me."

Leon paused, staring Wolf in the eye in utter disbelief. He couldn't help but ask again. "You don't mind?"

"Nope."

In a gesture of boldness, the lizard slid another hand around Wolf's hip, grabbing onto the other cheek. "What if I..." Leon nervously countered "used both hands?"

"Now you're pushing it."

"Literally, yes. I am."

Wolf chuckled as the elevator doors opened again. "Just let it out, for fuck's sake." He shook his head as he stomped on the back of McCloud's knee, dropping the fox like a paperweight and dragging him out of the elevator by his tail. "You got the hots for me or not?"

"I don't thi--" Leon cut himself short, then spoke his mind, like Wolf wanted him to. "Well, there's very little for me not to admire, sir." Leon shrugged as he continued to explain. "You're bold, powerful, ferocious..."

Wolf looked over his shoulder, actually pleased by the compliments. "Go on."

"You're--Woah!" Leon tried to follow, but his front foot didn't go out as far as he'd like, causing him to trip and stumble into the elevator's door frame. His suit had malfunctioned and it currently clung to itself, holding it uselessly around his knees and exposing almost all of his slim body. Keeping his confidence up, he kicked the flight suit off as well and strode out of the elevator into the empty cell block, completely nude. "I trust you more than any living thing."

"Ooo, that's a nice one," Wolf nearly moaned, tugging McCloud by his tail to the furthest of the row of cells on the right-hand side bulkhead. He flung the fox inside, laughing hysterically as McCloud bounced of the cot and hit the deck in a slump. "No, seriously," Wolf turned back to Leon. "Keep 'em comin'."

Leon's heart began to pound in his chest, to the point he could almost sense his own veins pulse in adrenaline. For the first time in his life, he could speak his mind about Wolf, and not only did Wolf not mind, he appreciated it.

It was the greatest relief he had ever felt.

---

As Leon continued to pour his praises to his leader, Wolf displayed flawless containment of his excitement as he tugged Fox into place in his cell, lifting him by his bound wrists and fitting them into a loop-hook, which locked with a final snap, leaving the vulpine entirely at the mercy of his new master again.

Fox tucked his legs into his chest, rump placed firmly on the ground as Wolf knelt in front of him. He refused to open his eyes.

"Spread your legs."

Fox refused, tucking his legs in tighter.

With unstoppable force, two hands clapped around Fox's ankles and pulled them apart at an exact right angle, sliding his hips forward, the motion slapping his cock against his thigh loud enough to clap.

"Keep your legs like this or I will fuckin' break them."

Fox obeyed, slumping back against the bulkhead with a defeated, woeful sigh.

Wolf didn't say another word. Instead, he leaned forward from his kneeling position, hand placed on Fox's knee for support until his nose touched Fox's. With no reason given, he licked his prisoner right on the nose. He paused, letting the gesture sink in, before repeating it multiple times, forcing Fox's head back and licking down his slender, feminine jaw.

Fox let out the sexual equivalent of a death rattle as Wolf nibbled at his throat, pawing down his front until clasping his erect, twitching flesh between two sharpened claws.

"You've got a weird dick, McCloud," Wolf commented, pulling away and looking down, rotating the vulpine member from side to side. Fox tucked his chin into his chest, eyes shut tight still and gasping pathetically as the claws pinched tightly at his exposed glans. "Isn't there supposed to be some kind of skin over this? God, why didn't they just neuter you?"

What the fuck is he talking about?

Fox let out a chilling mix of a scream and a moan as he felt Wolf's maw tightly slip over his length, reaching the base of Fox's abdomen at a rate similar to how that... creature had penetrated him in his entirety, oh so long ago.

Wolf kept his head planted firmly against Fox's groin, his entire length inside his worst enemy's grinning muzzle. The vulpine let out a twitch and a yelp as he felt Wolf's tongue slip out and press softly against his sac, slowly receding and pulling the loose, furred skin between the underside of his shaft and Wolf's teeth. And with unsettling speed, Wolf pulled back, licking his lips and chuckling as he wiped his jaw.

"Gotta say, though," Wolf murmured. "It feels better. I mean, there's no way I'd play around with foreskin usin' my teeth," he chuckled as he joked. "That'd be too fuckin' gay."

After his taunt, Wolf returned to humiliating Fox with the compulsory blowjob, licking the underside, sliding the length into his mouth, but outside his teeth, even angling his canine teeth so that they would gently, and just barely delve into the end of Fox's urethra. All caused Fox's to hopelessly pant like the bitch he had become, but all other attempts failed in comparison to the relentlessly forward, predatory way, Wolf nuzzled under Fox's length and nipped at his scrotum, driving Fox to pull his feet back, stand up, and try to back away, to no avail.

Wolf grabbed Fox's ankles again and pulled them back, forcing Fox back into a sitting position for the lupine to continue slobbering over him. The effort seemed to focus not on pleasuring Fox, but simply asserting dominance. And as Wolf got up and walked out of the cell, Fox was left slumped in the corner, his genitals dripping with the saliva of his enemy. His hated, domineering master.

The winner.

"See this, McCloud?"

Fox's eyes snapped open to see Wolf standing astride the doorframe, huge balls hanging, obscured slightly in the blur of a flapping, wagging tail. Wolf was pointing at it.

"See this fucker wagging? I think this is the happiest I've ever been. Thanks for that."

---

"..and by far the greatest pilot I've ever seen," Leon continued as his boss emerged from the cell and shut the door. At the push of a button, a glowing, blue barrier snapped into place on both sides of the steel bars, forming an inescapable, unbreakable cage. "The only reason McCloud has stayed alive this long is because the Arwing is a remarkable piece of machinery."

"Wanna fuck?"

"Uh--!" Leon flinched, completely caught off guard. "What?!"

"Do you," Wolf slowly restated. "Wanna come up to my quarters... and fuck for a bit."

"I..." Leon paused, slapping a hand to his forehead, and yammering before shouting out loud. "Yes!"

"Then come on!" Wolf shouted back, fondling Leon's groin as he passed on his way to the elevator. "Of course, I'm fucking you first, but if you're good enough, I may let you..."

This isn't happening, Leon thought as Wolf trailed on. He followed and stared at Wolf's licentious ass as they walked, trying to understand, yet failing. Is this some way of... thanking me? What's his play? Something's different.

Immediately, he dismissed the thought, almost running back in the elevator, heart racing like a fool who won the lottery. As the door closed and Wolf gave him a long, appreciative kiss on the lips, Leon felt that something was fundamentally wrong with the world.

And it was just the way he wanted it.

---

For hours, Fox waited, alone and disgusted with himself as he sat in his cell, arms tied above his head and legs obediently spread. Not once did he sleep. Slowly, his mind began to put pieces together and fully regain a grasp on reality. Finally, he began to feel truly awake, and yet the more he understood his situation, the more he wished he hadn't.

Time went on with nothing to prove that it had truly passed. To him, it felt like everything worth seeing in the universe had passed by in the time Fox spent held in that very cell.

That is, until Wolf came back. Then it felt as if the time had gone by far too quickly.

He deactivated the force fields, opened the door and stepped in, carrying a folding stool in one hand and an odd device in the other that Fox couldn't identify at a distance.

"You actually awake yet? I hope not. Yer slutty when yer sleepy."

Unlike last time, Wolf stood before Fox decently clothed. At least, though he still wore no shirt or shoes, he had donned a pair of loose-fitting pants, which looked as though they fit some set of pajamas. Regardless, the clothing was soon rendered irrelevant; as soon as Wolf walked into the cell, he pulled the string around his waist and let them drop to the deck, revealing his package for his prisoner to fully see.

Wolf dropped both the device and the stool, reaching instead toward the only other thing in Fox's cell: the cot. Far out of his reach, Fox couldn't do anything to stop Wolf from grabbing onto an edge and hurling it out into the hallway.

"You won't be needin' that," Wolf explained, setting up his stool in the corner and sitting on its edge, pushing his sac outward to greater display his virility. "Yer not gonna be sleepin' a lot."

Fox tried not to look down, instead keeping his defiant, shaking green eyes up toward Wolf's single lavender right eye and the pedestrian, informal eye patch over his left.

"Oh, right." Wolf pointed to his eye patch. "Sometimes, that cybernetic eye overheats if I use it too much."

As soon as Wolf started talking, Fox gave in, letting his eyes drift downward and staying there, transfixed on Wolf's gloatingly displayed groin, two hefty balls cradled under a firm, full... sheath. Fox had never seen one before, even though it had been inches away from his face, he had refused to open his eyes almost the whole time Wolf had abused him, but now, he wished he had never looked, especially once Wolf stroked it, coaxing a short, preliminary red point into peeking out.

"You'll get a taste of this thing soon enough," Wolf chuckled. "Lucky for you, I'm a bit spent."

"What's your fucking problem, Wolf?" Fox hissed, sitting up and pushing his back flat against the bulkhead before shifting his rump back. "And what was that thing, a bio-weapon?"

Wolf's expression, face, and voice lowered to a degree which made Fox nearly squeak in timidity. "You listen," Wolf began, standing up and kicking his stool over. He walked up slowly as he uttered his next words. "And you listen well, pup. You've got exactly no right asking me jack shit." He stopped, standing right next to Fox's prone form. He held up a finger and twirled it in a circle. "Stick that ass out for me."

Fox stunned himself, not glaring, rolling his eyes, or even making any kind of comeback. Instead, he did as he was told, rolling onto his front before tucking his knees and lifting his body for Wolf's inspection, quaking entirely from his own captive rage.

As Wolf crouched down behind his prisoner, he felt an inescapable moan grind behind his teeth, his own arousal growing so powerful that he couldn't contain it. Claws clamped around Fox's hips. A chill shot up the submissive vulpine's spine as he felt the full, twitching sheath press into him, and he let out the most pitiful of yelps as the massive wolf behind him cocked his hips back and slammed them forward, driving the fox's face into the steel bulkhead.

No penetration. Instead, Wolf simply slapped his hips against Fox's exposed, helpless rump, cackling in disbelief as he pressed his sheath against the fox's convulsing sphincter.

"Gotta say," Wolf growled, bending over Fox's body and whispering in his ear. "I've raped you before, but that was only figuratively. I mean, the first time we met on Fichina, and I made you my bitch there, how many people died because of you? A little over forty?"

"Fuck yourself, Wolf."

Fox's body hit the deck under Wolf's overconfident weight. Kneeling on the vulpine's right leg, he took extra appreciation in groping, squeezing and kneading Fox's right cheek.

"I don't have to anymore." Wolf's fist slammed into Fox's rump; a long, old-fashioned syringe drove into the large muscle. "You're here."

Fox twitched and whimpered as Wolf injected him with a strange, unidentifiable serum, though his right leg remained perfectly still. Once it had finished, the needle pulled free and Wolf slapped the sore buttock with the heel of his palm. He stood and pressed his foot against it before kicking Fox in the rear and driving him against the bulkhead once more. Total silence followed, during which, Fox could only focus on his own heavy, yet silent breathing as the strangest of sensations rocked him to the depths of his psyche.

Rapidly, every single muscle in his body began to buzz and prickle. Every single muscle in his body had fallen asleep in waves. As the sensation overtook him Fox rolled and bucked from side to side, hoping to stop the restlessness inside. However, after less than a minute of painless torture, the buzzing stopped.

"Get up."

Just as he gave the order, Wolf snatched Fox's wrist restraints between his fingers and pulled him off the hook. He dragged Fox to his side and dropped him, waiting for the fox to regain his footing. With uneasy, shaking limbs, Fox planted his hands between his chest and the deck and pushed downward, slipping his feet under his rump and squatting. Before he could stand, his balance faltered, forcing the vulpine to stay low to avoid falling over.

"I said: Get up." Wolf chuckled, gently tucking his foot under Fox's rump and prodding at the vulpine's sac with the claws on his toes.

"Hnn-ngh!" Fox groaned, his voice cracking as he bent forward and stumbled into a standing position. He hunched his shoulders forward and let his breath escape in short, shuddered spurts. He refused to turn around.

It didn't matter. Without warning, Wolf clamped his hands around Fox's shoulders, spun him about on his heels, and pressed their bodies together. Both lupine claws rested behind Fox's back and clutched on his rump, while his own bound arms were pinned along Wolf's bulky, chiseled front, and his hands cupped against the large canine's warm, stretchy, furred sac.

"Hmmm..." Wolf moaned through a closed maw as he pressed it into the base of Fox's neck, taking in a deep whiff before licking behind his collarbone tenderly. "You know, I wouldn't be doing this if you were some four-foot-eight, three-hundred-pound tub 'uh lard, right?"

The words were calm, just like his next, careful actions.

"You're lucky you built yourself this perfect, fuckable little body 'uh yours right here, 'cuz now you're getting the special treatment." Wolf slid his grasping claw from Fox's twitching, flexing rump, slid it around the fox's hip, and with a flick of a finger, Fox's bindings fell to the deck, cut in a single swipe.

"Now," Wolf's voice rumbled in an unexpectedly... sexy way. Fox shivered at his own thought before Wolf acted out in brash contrast to the tone of his voice. The wolf shoved him off his feet and smashed the fox back against the bulkhead, fingers tightening around his throat, as Wolf leveled a disarming glare and let loose one, horrid, spine-chilling word.

"Resist."

Fox jolted into action, as if the one word were a blow from a cattle prod. As if gasping for air, Fox clapped both hands around Wolf's wrist and pushed to the side while raising his right leg before lunging it against Wolf's hip.

Wolf didn't move. He didn't need to. Fox's actions didn't even make him budge. He felt perfectly strong and was able to move freely, but as soon as he touched Wolf, Fox couldn't push against him. He didn't ache; his muscles simply refused to contract. Every time he stressed a muscle too much, it shut down, leaving Fox entirely defenseless.

"Something wrong?" Wolf smirked as he stroked his thumb along Fox's cheek. "Oh. Right. Leon's a fuckin' genius. Fight against anything stronger than gravity and you're weaker than a wet rag."

Fox's eyes shot wide open, his jaw agape. He couldn't escape now. There was less than no hope for him. "I-I can't..." Fox stammered, his lip quivering and voice shaking.

"If you wanna eat your own cum, then just keep right on talking."

Fox didn't listen; he was too shocked at his own utter hopelessness to stop himself his own incessant, pointless stammering and rambling.

"Suit yourself," Wolf shrugged, chuckling as he licked the tip of Fox's nose before lapping his way down Fox's throat. He nipped at Fox's neck, along with his chest and abs on his way down to the whimpering, demure vulpine's traitorously rigid cock. On his way down, the fox lost all sense of strength in every regard. His knees buckled and gave under his own weight, causing him to slip and fall square on his ass, nestled firmly in the corner of his permanent cell.

I'm never getting out of here...

Fox's back arced and air rushed into him as he felt Wolf scarf down his manhood. The action was so swift and strong, Fox felt goose bumps form along his useless arms, almost stinging with sharpness.

Air rushed out in a profound, high-pitched moan as Wolf slid over the top of Fox's flesh with his slick incisors, pursing his lips tight around the base and sucking in as he pulled back. Teeth dragged lightly along the surface, causing Fox to barely pitch and turn as his moans turned to screams. Once he felt the inevitable, mounting orgasm, Fox stopped squirming, his chest pounding from a thrashing heart and spasming lungs. His flesh twitched, held in a grip along the inside of Wolf's top and bottom teeth. The only thing moving along its surfaces was the lupine's broad, sopping, slithering tongue. Just before he reached his peak, Fox meekly cradled Wolf's face with his right hand, his left sliding down and grabbing a solid handful of fur between the wolf's shoulder blades.

He was ready. Fox truly was prepared to let Wolf win even further. Afterward, he'd convince himself somehow that he could preserve his dignity, prove somehow that he wasn't a worthless, submissive pet, but now, he just needed to be used.

Wolf flicked his eye upward, pausing in his work and locking gazes with McCloud. A smirk tugged at his full mouth as he fondled the trembling fox's sac. Fox's face contorted into a shuddering, impotent snarl as he spat out his surrender. He was almost there.

"Do it."

"BWAHAHAHA!"

Wolf had sat himself bolt upright at the fox's words, clutched at his own, bare, muscled abdomen, and laughed hysterically to the point where he appeared to be in pain. He rolled on the deck and bent his torso forward, only touching the ground with his forehead and knees.

"That's... fuckin'... PERFECT! Fuckin' hell, pup!" Wolf belted out between debilitating guffaws. His feet alternately kicked at the steel deck, like a mercilessly tickled child. Fox physically felt his jaw tighten and veins clench in revulsion at his master-- foe's behavior, as the lupine slowly collapsed onto his side and stared longingly at the fox's twitching, dripping member.

"I mean, you could'a just," Wolf sighed out of exhaustion as he crawled on his hands and knees, back to McCloud. "Fought back a little, couldn't you?" Wolf stopped inches from McCloud's face. After a brief, strong kiss, he plopped his rump down on the cold steel and grabbed Fox's ankles in a firm grip before tugging Fox's into place on his lap. Fox let his body go limp, only allowing Wolf to pull the vulpine's abused rump on top of his grey, sturdy thighs, while the rest of Fox's body lazed across deck, stretched out and unintentionally displayed for Wolf to wholly take in.

"Oooh..." Wolf groaned as he slid his hands up Fox's legs, tugging at his rump before gently closing them around the sides of the fox's torso. "Gotta be kidding me," he whispered. And with that, he turned Fox's body upward and held the vulpine secure against his body, with Fox's flesh nestled against Wolf's chest, and his rump atop Wolf's plump, twitching sheath.

"Still got a strong grip, too," Wolf noted, wrapping his mouth around the edge of Fox's hand and biting down lightly, his eye closing to cherish his pet, before pushing Fox back slightly, only to gain better access to Fox's stubborn erection. "Guess it takes a while to get to the... extremities."

Fox's mind reeled. He had given up far too easily. He still had a chance.

I still have my hands. I think I can... maybe...

But as he lifted his hands to caress Wolf's face, even as he positioned his hand over Wolf's closed eye, he felt the serum slowly, subtly corrupt his last vestige of strength. He was almost out of time. With nothing left to lose, Fox hooked his fingers under Wolf's jaw and curved his thumb over Wolf's last eye.

WORK!

Too late. Fox had waited too long. He hadn't realized that there was one last trick he could pull, and now, even as he pushed with all his might, not even his claw could so much as cause pain to his captor's one remaining weakness.

"Oh, that's it, boy!" Wolf cheered, tugging Fox's body back by the scruff of his neck and licking his way back down the Fox's body. "Keep struggling. I wanna feel something." Another lick sent Fox into a futile frenzy, weakly slapping against Wolf's back as he felt a slick, thick, piping-hot dog dick slide out from the sheath beneath him, pressing against his puckering hole. "Oh. By the way, when this stuff gets in your mouth, don't fuckin' swallow. Got it?"

With nothing left to hold him back, Wolf went to work, burying his snout between Fox's legs and almost immediately putting the fox on the edge of orgasm once again. Fox stood on the precipice, so enthralled that his body stiffened entirely. Frozen in place, the only sound in the cell was the popping of Fox's toes, they curled so tight.

Wolf won the struggle. It was all he needed to pull forward to full length, and just as he did, the slim, tapered tip of his length pushed through, just barely reaching inside--

The flood hit. Fox let out a harrowing, defeated wail as Wolf pulled his head back. Only his lips wrapped around the vulpine's slick, swollen glans as the fox spasmed and quaked, giving up what Wolf had wanted all along.

The orgasm felt years longer than the rest of the vulpine's prior life. With each spurt, with each careful suckle from Wolf, Fox realized that his last hope had disappeared as instantaneously as it had appeared, leaving him hopeless again.

He would play along. He would let Wolf sully him. Despoil him. Someday, Wolf would make a mistake, but not now. Not tomorrow. Perhaps not for a few years, but that mistake would come.

Fox threw his head back as the spasms continued to take him. He stared into the bright, harsh fluorescent lights above as Wolf took in every drop of the fox's load into his waiting maw, caressing his pet's shamed form as he did so.

As if performing an exceedingly particular task, Wolf hastily rolled over, pinning a near-comatose McCloud to the deck. For once, the wolf said nothing, simply watching, his mouth shut tight. He admired Fox's vacant expression before pressing his muzzle forward and giving him a slow, perverse kiss.

Fox expected something so obscene to be finished quickly, but Wolf instead made sure to lick the inside of Fox's mouth with a slow, measured precision. The taste of the vulpine's own cum sank in and made Fox gag, purely psychological. He had never experienced such a thing before.

Again, the cell was silent except for one sound, this time, the wet, deep smacking of lips as Wolf cradled the former war hero in a gentle, controlling embrace as his gruff lupine tongue and lips did all the wordless talking.

Soon enough, Wolf's spit and Fox's cum was the only thing to which McCloud was aware, not even looking the wolf in the eye, continuing to stare into the blinding ceiling as he slowly mimicked Wolf's tongue, taking in his own seed without an order.

"Don't swallow. Remember," Wolf said, pulling his head back, leaving a long, uneven string of fluid between their lips. "Let me see."

Fox opened his mouth wide, allowing Wolf to see what he had accomplished. Gobs of cloudy, white fluid slid lewdly down Fox's tongue, some falling back and striking at the back of his throat. Tenderly, Wolf palmed the length of the fox's slender, pretty jaw and gently closed his mouth. His hand slid until it rested on Fox's throat.

"You can swallow when you want."

Without a second thought. Without a first thought, Fox tilted his head back, and took in his humiliation, feeling his throat flex under Wolf's clinical grip. It didn't shake the smaller, slender canine. There was nothing in the universe that could shake him any further.

"Fuckin' exquisite," Wolf sighed, stretching his back as he lay atop his vulpine prey. As he slowly dragged his crotch over Fox's torso, he showed off his pointed, knotted prick as he waved it just above the unresponsive fox's nose. He smeared the tip against the fox's cheek, slicking against the fur and causing McCloud's face to dampen on one side with precum. "Don't move."

Finished, Wolf pushed himself off of McCloud, walking bow-legged to the mysterious device he had left next to the door. As he snatched it up, he read the instructions engraved on the side as he stood on his tiptoes and planted it on the ceiling, tucked neatly in the corner above the cell gate.

"Activate in total darkness," Wolf recited to himself from memory. He reached outside the cell door and flipped a series of switches, rendering the room entirely pitch-black. "To activate, press the round button. Close eyes upon activation." He followed his own advice, fiddling with the strange contraption and triggering and shocking response. The room flashed in a blinding green light that seemed to physically fill the room, snapping Fox out of his catatonia. He sat up and watched as the light plastered the bulkheads and even the two of them, to the point that Wolf was not grey and Fox was not brown. Fox couldn't even tell where his brown fur ended and his white fur began. All green. When he turned around and saw the bulkhead behind him, he saw something even more shocking.

No shadow. There were no shadows anywhere in the cell. He could even see through his hand, like a flashlight had pressed against it. As the machine whirred to life, the light grew no less intense, but it changed. Soon the giant green glare shifted, shrinking into thousands of miniscule, iridescent dots, evenly spaced along every visible surface within the machine's range.

"Aaaand... to remove infrared dots," Wolf continued. "Flip slider."

Click!

The dots disappeared, leaving a burning, phantom image blanketing the inside of Fox's vision.

"Warning," Wolf continued to recite to himself, in a jokingly-official tone of voice, as he gathered his belongings. "Incognito capture will result in a less clear picture and lower-quality footage. Also, involuntary surveillance is illegal in some provinces of..." Wolf's voice trailed off as he slammed the gate shut behind him, locking Fox back inside. With a flick of the wrist, he lit the hallway, leaving Fox in the parallel, stark, narrow shadows of his cell.

"Thanks for the snack, pup." Wolf grinned, pressing his muzzle between the bars and licking his chops. "I'm gonna go down to the galley and get me a nice big meal. Want me to get you something?"

Fox didn't answer, covering his remaining arousal with his tail. He wiped his mouth to clean himself off.

"Oh," Wolf gasped in mock realization. "That's right." He flicked the switch again, plunging them in darkness as he walked away.

"You already had protein!"

The sound of Wolf's laugh caused Fox to shudder as he curled up and tucked himself away in the corner furthest from the cell door. As soon as the elevator at the end of the hall slammed shut, the force fields kicked in, bathing the fox in a calm, strong, blue light as the plasma danced over and between the bars.

---

Fox wasn't cold. He wasn't too warm. He felt perfectly comfortable once the steel beneath him had warmed to his touch. That one fact made him despise the situation even more.

Using his tail as a makeshift, ineffective pillow, Fox turned onto his side and contemplated his situation, staring into the strange, ethereal dance of his prison bars. It was odd. It was austere, but in its own twisted, chilling way, it pleased him.

For countless hours, Fox couldn't sleep. His restless mind constantly raced and echoed about nothing, no one, and nowhere. Every time, since his encounter with the bio-weapon, Fox found himself mentally shutting down whenever someone made an advance on him. He couldn't understand why, but there was one thing he knew for sure: his very mind was just as captive as his body, and until that vital mistake was made, Fox knew that he ran the risk of... breaking.

Permanently.

He's not gonna screw up if I keep letting myself lie back and take whatever he gives me. From now on, I'm gonna fight back as hard as I can.

Fox wasn't given time to plan any further, as the force field, his only source of light, snapped out of existence with a spack, like a miniature clap of thunder. The darkness that followed was just as sudden, and Fox felt the epitome of vulnerability swell inside his chest. He heard a series of zippers being unzipped. Metallic buttons were unclasped, and eventually, a single article of clothing hit the deck outside the cell. The pang of fear reached its peak once the gate to his cell slid open in a metallic ruckus as whomever opened the door cursed himself for his clumsiness.

Fox could practically hear the newcomer's heart beat from across the cell as he carefully padded into Fox's new living quarters. Not wanting to turn on the light, the stranger turned about, trying to sense something in the total darkness. Once he stopped examining his surroundings, he sniffed at the air, no doubt, he was searching for McCloud.

"Ugh. There you are," a deep voice grumbled almost silently. The sound of padded, yet heavy footsteps quietly thumped against the deck as the stranger reached down and blindly groped at McCloud. He quickly found Fox's chest and fumbled his way around until he grabbed onto the fox's leg, holding the vulpine by his ankle and thigh as he dragged the prisoner to the center of the cell. "Don't you make a fucking sound."

Huge hands encircled McCloud's leg, with something prickly in the one around his ankle. As soon as they were close to the center of the deck, a single hand remained on Fox's thigh and tugged him upward until he was dangling, feet off the ground, in the grip of a single hand. Air brushed past his genitals, causing the fox to cower and whimper in the strange beast's grip. The beast adjusted Fox in his hands, planting a palm against the vulpine's back, the other then shifting to his rump as the same, tiny gusts of air gently graced his form from top to bottom.

He was sniffing him.

"Hmph. You've showered, but you reek of sex. Wolf must have had you repeatedly," he commented, setting Fox back down in a sitting position before crouching beside him. Out of nowhere, a finger jabbed directly at Fox's nose, causing him to recoil and also displaying something important.

The beast could see in the dark. His eyes had adjusted.

"Uhm..." the beast hesitated, grabbing McCloud by the scruff of his neck and forcing the fox's face into his massive, pillar-like core. The tip of Fox's nose was forced down the ridges of the beast's abdominal musculature before he was pulled away.

"No. no. no..." the stranger hesitated, spinning Fox around and shoving the fox's face and chest against the bulkhead. "How do I... do this? Damn. I can't go in dry. I-I'll..." The hands came off of Fox's back, leaving him alone for the time being. Eventually, Fox heard a lewd, wet squelching noise resonate behind him. Whoever he was, the stranger was busy licking and fellating himself, preparing to mate with McCloud. "I will never let another man do that," he whispered as he finished. "I won't stoop that low..."

With his preparations finished, the beast, placed his massive, almost paw-like hands along Fox's back, turning him over and placing the fox's ankles over his own head. The cell was far too dark for Fox's eyes to adjust, so it still came as an unwelcome surprise when a massive glans poked out of nothingness and poked into Fox's scrotum. The thrust was deep and hard, but pulled away twice as fast.

"Fuck! I fucking touched the... that... his..." the beast sighed, turning Fox back over, hands and knees and he lined himself up again. "For a second, there, it almost felt like a... never mind."

With no small amount of hesitation, the stranger pressed his thumb into Fox's rump, pulling the right cheek to the side and carefully pressing the mushroom-like head of his member against the vulpine prisoner's exposed sphincter.

"If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you."

And with that last warning, the beast plunged in, sinking less than a third of his length into Fox on his first of many firm, but slow, gentle thrusts to come.

As soon as he felt the first sign of penetration, Fox cried out from pure surprise, drawing newfound rage from the mysterious man whom was taking him. The second thrust paused halfway. As Fox let his jaw hang open, his tongue sliding hastily over his bottom incisors, he felt a strange, spongy, extremely prickly rope pull tight against his lips. The stranger had gagged him with something he couldn't recognize.

"Keep quiet. I'll make this quick."

On his second thrust, the stranger almost managed half of his length. On his third, barely three quarters. By his fourth, he almost managed to impale fox with his full length, and with his fifth, he succeeded. Fox moaned with each thrust, the deeper he was raped, the louder he attempted to cry, always to no avail. He couldn't resist. He couldn't make a sound. Yet again, he was a helpless, unwilling slut.

"So... tight..." he panted behind the groaning fox, eventually working himself up to full speed, pounding his hips into Fox's quivering rump. The echo of a moist, slick clap sounded out of the cage, back down the hall, and it only served to remind McCloud: this was his world now. Whenever wild animals asserted dominance, no doubt, this was the result. Wolf had played his hand and he won. From now on, Fox knew he'd serve as a reward to be enjoyed.

Fox's lips quivered. His arms shook, and once his eyes began to water, they felt as if they were boiling over. Tears pattered against the deck as the huge, ridged, spine-laden cock worked its way ever deeper, its trembling, quivering length sure to leave its seed soon enough.

The stranger certainly grew more aroused as he continued to abuse McCloud. Every thrust engorged his massive member further, to the point that the edge of his glans opened outward. Rounded, firm spikes began to jut out from a formerly normal-looking member. Now, whenever the abuser pulled back, there were two refusals.

First, his rigid length refused to pull back.

Second, the fox's twitching insides refused to let go.

"It'll be over soon," he whispered in Fox's ear. "I promise." It was the last he said before taking Fox's ear into his maw and biting down. Fox groaned in pain, but, as usual, no one cared. Behind him, Fox could sense his mate hunching his back forward and gaining his footing. He stood, pulling Fox off his knees so his feet dangled above the deck. Hands clutched firmly about Fox's hips as he was entirely suspended from the ground by his gigantic lover's sizable strength.

Now, instead of a series of uniform thrusts, the abuser pressed forward in a series of isolated bursts, rubbing Fox's face against the bulkhead. Three, four, or five thrusts, then an almost immeasurably brief pause, each group with the speed of a jackhammer. The feline was losing his rhythm, about to climax, and Fox knew it was a feline. The spines inside him made that much painfully obvious. A new sound made itself known. As the big cat hastened and followed its own, nonexistent rhythm, a grunt washed through the air, almost like a chant. Deep, rumbling, throaty.

It was the roar of a leopard.

It grew in intensity. Shaking in response to its own power before the leopard sank his teeth into McCloud's shoulder. He let out a pained yell that McCloud could only try to mimic, but instead, he focused on keeping the sharp, thorny rope in his mouth. If he moved, it might cut his tongue...

The cat tugged his length from McCloud's abused hole with an audible, wet pop, strong enough, in fact, to force Fox's maw wide open in a dreamlike moan. When the feline let go, he crashed onto the deck, the force of the blow knocking his gag loose.

An unfathomable gout of catseed gushed from the fox's distended rear in a steady flow leaving McCloud with nothing but a sore rump and a hollow, cold, sick feeling, as his superior took a breather and sat down beside him.

"And that's why we need females on this station."

"Oh... I don't know," a familiar wolf's voice drawled in satisfaction.

"SHIT!"

Many things happened at once. The lights came on in a steady, building flicker, the gate clattered shut, and the force field snapped into place just like it had been designed. With his flight suit outside, the stranger, the abuser, the beast jumped to his feet. He stood naked before McCloud and O'Donnell and had proven himself to be none other than...

Panther Caruso.

Wolf stood proudly on the other side of the barrier, fully clothed, synthetic eye in place, and positively beaming. "Caruso, I think I've invented a new kind of trap."

"Shut the fuck up."

"What should I call it? Fox-hole? Fox-trap? Well, either way, good job swabbin' his poop deck, sport!"

"Dammit, Wolf," Panther seethed, striding across the cell in two steps. He drove his fist against the force field. The blue plasma flared up against the strike. "Let me out. Now."

"No way. That's a good look for you."

"What do you want?"

"I already got it! That being said, you're still gonna do a little more for me." Wolf reached into his back pocket and pulled out what resembled a small porcelain disk. After Wolf waved his hand over it, a hologram flickered and distorted until it fully formed, showing a number of holographic folders. "I knew you'd do this eventually," Wolf said, flicking his way through the files, opening the set labeled: MOST RECENT. "I just had no fuckin' clue you'd do it so soon, but I'm glad I prepared."

With a snap of his fingers, Wolf started the video file on his smartdisk, a three-dimensional video popped up in the palm of his hand.

Inside the fuzzy, grey, transparent cube that was the holographic representation of the cell, there stood a fuzzy miniature panther in front of a fuzzy miniature force field, while a fuzzy miniature fox cowered in the corner with a fuzzy miniature puddle of catspunk pooling at the base of his fuzzy miniature tail.

Wolf smirked and waved his hand through the hologram, rewinding the recording to only minutes prior, where--clear as day--a big, brawny panther dragged a helpless fox into his thick, muscled arms.

"Don't you make a fucking sound," the holographic Panther threatened his demure little victim. The events of the past few minutes played out before Panther's eyes.

"I liked the part where you debated whether you wanted McCloud to lube you up or not, and then you did it yourself," Wolf chuckled.

"This is... it's not possible," Panther whispered, glancing around the cell until he found the holo-camera.

"Don't break that. It's expensive," Wolf said. "I recorded it all off-site anyway. It's been encrypted and sent to about ten different databanks all over the station, so... you're never gonna get rid of it."

"How'd you get down here so fast?"

"You see, where I sleep, the captain's quarters? Every little thing on this station is sent straight to me. It's why we have lights out, Panther. That means, when an elevator chugs on along from top quadrant living quarters to top cell block C..." Wolf jabbed a thumb into his own chest. "I'm notified."

"How did you get here without using the elevator?"

"I climbed down the shaft. I didn't want to disturb you." Wolf said it all together, as if in one sentence.

As Wolf continued to embarrass Caruso to no end, Fox rolled onto his side to relieve his churning gut. He reached over and plucked a rose off the ground that had been in his mouth seconds ago, still slick with his saliva. As he shuddered in his own lack of climax, Fox pulled the flower in, close to his chest, and took in a deep whiff of the gorgeous rose. Acting on impulse, he dipped his tongue inside the blossoming petals; he broke one off with his tongue and sucked on it in his mouth.

The inviting fragrance had coaxed him into doing so, and immediately after he tasted the rose petal, a luscious warmth filled his entire body, driving him into a deeper, stronger lust than he could ever hope to break...

---

"There's this little... hobby of mine," Wolf explained, his eye occasionally darting to the gorgeous, ruined fox in the distant corner. "Other species fascinate me, so I actually read from time to time." He paused to glare at the naked panther. "Yeah. I can read."

"I wasn't about to insult you," Panther grunted. "You do have all the cards."

"Damn right, I do. Anyway, if this little..." Wolf paused, circling his finger in Fox's general direction. "...incursion is any indication, you're in season right now, which means you wanna get your fuck on, even more so than usual. For you, that's saying something. I know for a fact that your kind--leopards, right?--when they get down and dirty with it, they can go at it for hours. Hours on end! Fuckin' crazy!"

"What do you want from me?"

"Well, exactly that, Caruso! Look at that ballsack 'uh yours! You think one little quickie's gonna satisfy you? Don't just take the edge off. I want you to go all in."

Panther flicked his gaze back toward McCloud for the briefest of moments. "And smile for the camera as I do so?"

"That's it," Wolf smirked, fiddling with his smartdisk briefly, and triggering the three-dimensional camera to light the cell in an array of bright, green dots. "Cinematic quality this time. This is gonna look good."

"You're blackmailing me into making more blackmailing material," Panther sneered. "I refuse."

"Oh. You don't have to do it right now," Wolf reassured. "If you prefer, I can leave you two alone for a bit so you can really bust a nut in his ass." Wolf leveled a chilling gaze at Panther. "Just to be clear, you're not getting out of here unless you fuck him until he loves it."

Panther backed away, squeezing his own eyes with his fingers in mortified frustration. He didn't stop until he stood at the back of the cell, towering over a writhing, sex-starved fox with half a rose's petals on his tongue.

"Don't do that!" Panther panicked, kneeling down and batting the rose away. "That was a..."

"Holy shit, Panther, was that a Lover's Rose? Who knew you of all people would go all-out on the first date."

The feline fell silent. He didn't bother to retort. He always kept a large bed of numerous different kinds of roses in the station's oxygen garden, but he didn't have the opportunity to sneak in during the station's daily lockdown. Instead, he had to settle for the artificially modified 'Lover's Rose,' designed with a stem capable of withstanding the strongest of bites, as well as a bud which produced a fast-acting aphrodisiac in its petals.

Everything had fallen together as if by fate.

"Let's get it over with," Panther groaned, sitting down next to an intoxicated McCloud before manhandling the lean, flexing, mewling canid into his lap. He kept McCloud facing away, front forward, toward Wolf. Panther lay his still-erect length against Fox's back, curiously checking how far he had penetrated the vulpine, all while sending the most compelling of shivers up the fox's spine.

"Are you gonna watch?" Pather spat.

"If you insist," Wolf shrugged, cutting the lights and force field so that nothing would interfere with the camera feed or the lupine's vision. Wolf seated himself, now only a small blue dot in an inky pervasive abyss outside the cell. "Don't worry." Wolf tapped the screen of his cybernetic eye. "I can see in the dark, too."

The leopard didn't respond in words, instead, he lifted McCloud by his twitching, clenching, needy rump, and speared it on his half-erect, feline-barbed cock, forcing a startled, fulfilled cry from the vulpine prisoner. The entire length crashed its way into the fox on the first thrust. Panther froze, not wanting to continue.

"Just treat him like you would a lady," Wolf suggested, tipping over to lie on his side, resting his head on his elbow as he watched. "Or maybe treat him like a fuckin' whore."

Chided onward by his employer, Caruso exercised a technique that had only worked on less than a third of the women he had ever had. With McCloud in a drug-induced, loving stupor, the only resistance he faced was the fox's clumsy maneuvering to loop an arm around the panther's wide neck while licking him affectionately under his lax, feline lip. As the fox continued to act like the feral beast that his kind had evolved from Panther started his technique.

His hands gently grabbed hold of the fox's trim, toned waist, skimming his palms from chest to hips, arms to rump, getting the fox to writhe and moan of his own accord. The movement caused the deepest of Fox's muscles to shiver and clench around Panther's deep, prickly invader, but the position held a certain... intimate air to it as the two worked each other to a thorough, full-body climax with almost no thrusting.

As the fox wriggled and gasped in the big cat's lap, Panther looked to his side and picked up the remains of his rose. Half the petals had been bitten off, and the rest slobbered over, but their effect definitely remained. If anything, the Panther would need to motivate himself into an even more genuine performance if Wolf were to let him go.

"Fuck this," Panther grunted, and bit down on the last rose petals, tearing the flower apart like a tough piece of meat before rapidly chewing and swallowing. He felt the familiar rush of libido course through him. His muscles felt like they had doubled in size; his cock felt as if it had tripled.

Panther had become a sexual divine.

An overwhelmed grunt caught in McCloud's clenching, spasming throat as each muscle tensed in anticipation of the inevitable, all while Panther clasped a hand around both of the fox's thighs and lifted him until almost all of the penetrating member had been removed. Then, multiple times stronger than the force of gravity, Panther slammed Fox back down into his lap, arcing both their backs in mutual involuntary ecstasy.

The tantric sex would have worked, but Caruso didn't want a subtle, deep orgasm. He wanted a brutal, animalistic, and kinetic one. Again and again, he yanked Fox into the air, only to slam him down into the feline's groin. Every time, both let out an aroused yelp, each time at varying volumes. However, eventually, Panther was the first one to give out again, as he wrapped his arms under Fox's, crossed them over the vulpine's chest, pulled the fox tight and buried his teeth into the back of McCloud's neck, his pulsating, barbed cock hosing down the fox's insides with each massive spurt.

Yet again, Fox hadn't cum, and Panther didn't care. In his second sequential afterglow, Panther slumped where he sat, watching the occasional rush of seed emerge from his pulsing flesh.

"How many times..." Wolf slowly asked, contemplating each word. "Have you gotten your rocks off in a single session of long-term fuckin'. I mean, each within minutes of each other, how many have you ever managed. Be honest."

Panther sighed until he ran out of breath, covering his face with a paw. "Twenty-five."

"Holy fuck. Really?"

"What's it to you?"

"I'm just thinking about how long you two will have to fuck around in there for me to be satisfied."

"You can't be serious."

"Twenty-six."

"No. Fuck you," Panther raised his voice, growing indignant yet again.

"Cum in him twenty-six times, and you're done. Felines mate weird, right?" Wolf cocked his head to the side. "Probably takes only an hour or two. If you want, I can get you some water. I know for damn sure you're gonna be dehydrated after this shit..."

"I'm not doing--"

"Oh, and while you're at it," Wolf continued, cutting Panther off, because he knew the cat's words held no weight whatsoever. "Make that vixen jizz himself thirty times. See if it's possible, okay?"

With his instructions finished, Wolf stood, brushed himself off, and began to walk away.

"I fucking hate you, Wolf."

"I got Fox-fucking-McCloud, with an ass tight enough to crack a walnut, where you can fuck him raw any_time you want, and you _hate me for it?"

"AUUUUGH!" Panther belted out in an uncontrolled yell. Hints of a roar crept into his voice as he pounced at a nearby bulkhead and drove his fist into it, forming a dent deep and wide enough to fit his entire head as he panted, exhausted by his own futility.

Wolf was long gone, working at the end of the hall to override the station's security, as Panther had done, to operate the elevator.

Panther's massive chest heaved as he lumbered up to the prison bars, now missing the oppressive force field, and stuck his head through to ask Wolf one last question.

"Aren't you gonna stay and watch?" he sneered.

"Weren't you paying attention?" Wolf snidely countered as the elevator door opened behind him.

"I'm always watching."

Wolf's maniacal smirk contrasted to Panther's horrified, enraged glare. As the lupine stepped back into the elevator, he drove the figurative knife deeper.

"Now remember, if you lose count, play it safe and fuck him a few more times."

The elevator snapped shut. Panther stood back, in awe at how flawlessly Wolf had played him. Without noticing, the cat tipped backward, falling onto his ass as he contemplated his situation. He stared at his hands. His cum-soaked thighs. He leaned back on his outstretched arms and wondered.

Do I really have to dig myself deeper to get out?

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt a strange, licking sensation pressed into his armpit. With a jolt, he snapped his head to the side and found none other than the legendary Fox McCloud on hands and knees, admiringly licking at Panther Caruso armpit, slowly working his way over the leopard's wide, massive right pectoral, before wordlessly nibbling on Panther's jaw.

"That rose really got you going, didn't it?" Panther whispered, surprisingly, not at all angry, or even upset. McCloud's loving, submissive presence truly calmed him down. It was the therapeutic experience of having a pet. At least, that was Caruso's guess.

"Oddly enough, I like seeing you like this," Panther commented, raising his hand and rubbing along Fox's back. The vulpine's tail wagged in appreciation at the attention. His affection doubled when Panther's hand rubbed further and further back, eventually curving over the fox's rigid, toned ass and probed at his--

Panther pulled his hand away, cursing his own actions. His hand practically moved of his own accord, but he wasn't... disgusted. He couldn't be, and he didn't want to know why.

"Well," he said. "I guess we aren't getting out unless we play alo--"

Panther gasped as McCloud dipped his head lower, lapping at the rigid, barbed cock that had brought so brutally, carnally pleasured him before.

"No. Don't do that! That's filthy..." Panther began to warn McCloud as he looked down, only to realize that his cock was perfectly clean. "You're... spotless... inside, aren't you?"

Fox rolled onto his back, knees tucked into his chest as his tail continued to wag, brushing along Panther's leg.

Panther sighed, regained his footing, and then lowered himself so that he laid over McCloud.

"Might as well get this done, right?"

Panther flinched, shutting his eyes as Fox grabbed Panther's head, pulled forward, and licked the tip of the cat's nose. The leopard licked back, and then gently placed Fox's legs around his wide, chiseled waist.

Nothing like the good, old missionary position to start this off...

With a grunt and a moan, Panther forced his way inside, filling up the yipping, drugged fox for a third time. The rose petals still influenced him, guiding Panther's treatment of McCloud to reflect that of forceful tenderness. He gingerly, firmly drove his hips into Fox's rump, cradling the vulpine's quaking torso as he went. The process troubled him greatly, but as he picked up his pace, something riled up within the feline. He felt good. He felt energized. Above all else, he felt dominant, and Fox felt it too.

The little changes in Panther's touch. The way he tightened his grip on the fox's fur and nuzzled his neck, all sent Fox into a chain reaction of joy and humiliation, forcing him into another deep, tight shiver as he felt his orgasm hit.

Fox let out a piercing, wild cry as his seed splashed over his abdomen, as well as Caruso's, though the feline refused to stop. Instead, his continued thrusts rubbed the fox's lead deeper into both of their pelts until the panther felt his own massive muscular start to squeeze and contract, warning of his impending climax.

It was then that Panther stopped, still entirely inside McCloud and staring into the Fox's glazed, vacant green eyes. For now, there wasn't an ounce of resistance in the little fox.

"I know how those roses work," Panther murmured to the unaware canine beneath him. "For me, it gets me going. It makes me last longer and really... dominate. But if you're the submissive type, you're put in a trance." Panther tucked his knees under him, pulling Fox's rump into the folded crevice between the cat's thighs and his abdomen. "You'll snap out of it eventually. You'll remember everything that I will have done to you." He cradled the fox's head and whispered in his ear. "And you're going to hate me for it."

Fox said nothing. The only sound he made was a deep, mewling moan as he wrapped his arms and legs tighter around Panther's body. Leon's serum was starting to wear off, but he still couldn't resist.

"Well, one down. Twenty-nine to go... pup," Panther whispered, pushing himself into a standing position, still inside McCloud. He kept the fox's shoulders down the deck with his slender, soft legs spread wide, sticking out to the sides, as Panther only held him by the ankles. The position was invented to be demeaning and exposing for both involved, with almost all of Fox's body left bare and untouched while still being penetrated. If Panther's intuition was correct, the fox appeared to have a deep, ironclad kink for being abused and humiliated, so this position would be ideal to wring a few more orgasms out of him.

"Gotta make you shoot a few more times before I can match you one-for one..."

Following that one, passing note, Panther plowed forward, reaming the fox's rump to a symphony of loud, pathetic, tamed shrieks, wails and moans. The tempo was fast throughout, and just as Panther predicted, McCloud came first again, his load spurting onto his face, over his snout, and into his slim, foxy muzzle. Fox licked the mess off his muzzle to the best of his ability, arms resting uselessly on the floor as the strange beast jackhammered his rump.

Against his own wishes, Panther released a pained roar and unleashed his own load into the fox for a third time. At this rate, he would have to work even harder to outmatch the fox. Just like before they had enslaved their greatest rival, this was also a matter of strength, determination, and stamina, and Panther wasn't about to lose.

With a grunt and a hefty pull, Panther lifted McCloud into his arms, kissed him deeply, and set him into a new position...

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To be continued...