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Reluctant Witness (Dominator Series #1)

By Danath

Characters © Sanmer

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Hercules soared through the air above his city. The clear blue sky offered him a fantastic view, though the superhero was less interested in sightseeing and more interested in finding, and fighting, crime.

Hercules took his superhero name from the legend and he lived up to the part. He was tall at six and a half feet, with dark brown fur across most of his body. The wolf's chest and neck, as well as around his muzzle, had lighter, tan fur. Eschewing the spandex costumes popularized by other, more well-known heroes, Hercules went with something simpler and more intimidating: a pair of black shorts and a black T-shirt with a large "H" on the front in dark red. His choice of clothing was no less revealing than spandex, however, and the photographs that surfaced in papers and on the internet of the hero were popular thanks to his extraordinary physique.

The wolf was ripped. Muscles strained constantly under his thick pelt, giving his chest and abs perfect definition. His biceps were massive and his thighs defied the limits of what was possible. Super strength and flying were Hercules's powers, and he put them to good use keeping a lid on the various small-time villains trying to infiltrate and cause havoc in his community.

The last part of Hercules's outfit was more traditional: a black mask stretches over his eyes and around his muzzle, looking more like a ski mask. His muzzle and ears poked through holes in the front and top, but there were no holes for the eyes. Instead, the fabric was thinner and see-through, allowing him vision while providing an unsettling image for the people he chased after.

Today, he was focused on a mysterious new enemy who had so far eluded both his grasp and that of the police force. Every time he'd tried to find this new foe, he'd arrived too late. The scenes were often strange. There was usually only a single victim, often an employee at a gas station or other small business. They'd refuse to speak to police about what had happened, giving no details other than the supervillain's name: The Dominator.

Hercules managed to get a few more tidbits of information from one of the Dominator's victims. The mouse worked at a gas station near the western side of the city off the highway. The wolf only discovered the villain he was after was a fox who wore very little in the way of clothing. Other than that, the mouse refused to say another word.

The other strange thing about the interview had been the mouse's posture. He'd refused to stand up or move from behind the counter at the gas station, as though he were embarrassed about something. Hercules knew something fishy was going on and was determined to figure out what, exactly, the Dominator was up to. So far, he'd stolen only a few thousand dollars worth of loot, but from the pattern, Hercules was sure the fox was planning something bigger. These small-time robberies were just practice. The police didn't agree and had refused to step up patrols in the area Hercules pinpointed as the fox's next potential target.

So, here he was, flying in circles a hundred feet off the ground, scanning every alley, street, and building for signs of trouble.

It wasn't much longer before he spotted it. There was an old ice cream shop a few miles north of the gas station last hit. Hercules was familiar with it - he used to go there regularly before he'd gained his powers. It was usually quiet this time of day, so there'd be only one employee.

The wolf swooped in closer, trying to get a better view of the unusual vehicle parked outside. It drew attention to itself with a bright green paint job. A large "D" was painted on the roof in silver. As Hercules watched, a slim fox in a pair of tight silver shorts hopped out of the driver's side and ran into the store.

Jackpot.

Hercules swooped in, landing heavily on the sidewalk outside the ice cream parlor. He walked inside, not bothering with subtlety, and quickly took stock of the situation.

Behind the counter, a young male leopard cringed, pressing himself into the corner between the wall and one of the soft serve machines. On the other side, the fox in the silver shorts brandished some kind of strange weapon. It looked like a gun, but there were three large silver balls along the barrel. The handle was black, with what looked like two compartments full of liquids, one chamber green, the other blue.

"Freeze!" the wolf shouted.

The fox whirled and pointed the gun at the wolf. The leopard took his opportunity to escape and bolted for the back room, letting the door clatter shut behind him.

"Ah, Hercules. I was hoping we'd meet soon."

The fox's voice was smooth and confident. The barrel of the gun lowered slightly, pointing towards the wolf's hard belly.

"And you are the Dominator, I presume?" Hercules said, spreading his legs and lifting his fists. "Time to end your paltry crime spree!"

"Not so fast, hero," the fox said. He smiled, displaying both rows of shiny white teeth. "Don't you want to hear my evil plan first?"

The wolf snorted. "I don't have time for games, Dominator. You can tell your story to the judge!"

The fox rolled his eyes. "Well, you're no fun. Yet."

The Dominator pulled the trigger. Two beams of light shot at Hercules. They were green and blue, but mixed together to form a third color in the air. The wolf tried to dodge, but the unexpected attack hit him before he could move. The beam hit him in the lower belly, but he felt no pain, though he flinched backwards.

After a few seconds, the fox pulled the trigger again, ending the beam. He grinned and watched Hercules as the wolf's breathing grew rapid.

"Your... tricks... won't work... on me!" the large, muscular male gasped. What had the weapon done? Hercules pressed a paw to his belly, but felt no physical damage. His pelt and skin were untouched.

"They already are, you silly hero. And I think they'll work extra well on someone of your size. But, just for good measure..."

Another beam struck the wolf, this time lower, over his groin. Hercules's eyes went wide under his mask. Instead of pain, a burst of intense pleasure made his muzzle drop.

"What..." was all he managed to gasp before dropping to his knees, shivering as ecstasy spread up his spine.

"Hmmm... maybe just one more," the fox said, giggling with menace as he pulled the trigger a third time. The beam washed across Hercules's chest and stomach, ending on his crotch again.

The wolf's arms went limp at his sides as he knelt on the floor of the ice cream parlor. He leaned back, chest heaving for breath, as his shorts swelled from within. An unexpected erection distended the black fabric as the wolf's head tipped down to watch. He couldn't move much - something in the gun had paralyzed him. His fingers curled into his palms as he tried to fight it, to get back on his feet, but he could do little but bare his fangs and growl as the Dominator stepped in closer.

The fox's slim hips weaved from side to side. His belly was smooth and flat. For as muscular as Hercules was, the Dominator was the opposite, having little in the way of muscle mass. He looked more like a long-distance runner or a swimmer. His fur was glossy, almost shiny; the fox obviously put great importance on his looks. Hercules growled again, louder, as the Dominator lifted a foot and pressed it flat against the wolf's chest.

"Sometimes it's just too easy," the small male said, a wistful tone to his voice. "But you know what they say... the bigger they are, the harder they fall."

Hercules felt the fox's foot push him backwards. He landed on his back with a thump, still unable to resist due to the paralyzing effects of the beam weapon. His shorts stretched as his erection throbbed angrily under the fabric, stretching out over the side of his hips, fully outlined down to the growing knot at his base. And it wasn't just that he had an erection. He realized after a few more moments that it was getting bigger.

Much bigger.

The Dominator nearly purred as he pressed his foot down over the wolf's groin. Hercules squeezed his eyes closed and tried not to whimper as pleasure coursed through him. It was unbearable, especially when the slim vulpine's heel ground down against his growing knot. Thinking became difficult as pleasure swamped his body, especially as his cock surged in size.

"You're already quite the big boy, aren't you?" the fox said, a triumphant tone to his words. "This ought to be lots of fun. At least for me, anyways."

Hercules shuddered as his shaft increased in size, easily ten inches long now. The fabric of the shorts was pushed out and up above the waistband, a lewd display of maleness, somehow even more obscene for being covered by the tight cloth. A wet splotch appeared at the tip as the fox's toes dragged down the length, ending under his testicles, which were similarly increasing in size. The wolf couldn't stop the shivering moan from passing by his lips as the fox teased his swollen nuts.

"Oh, my... definitely an A+ for you, wolfie," the Dominator said. The wolf groaned and flexed his body, trying to fight through the paralysis afflicting his limbs, but could only gasp harder as the fox knelt between his legs and wrapped both paws around his flexing shaft. The wolf's growls echoed in the shop as the fox stroked him through his shorts, paying special attention to the knot at the base.

"Canines are simple," the Dominator said, voice lowering. Hercules's ears tipped forward, listening to every word, unable to prevent the fox from pleasuring his aching maleness. "Their knots get so nice and sensitive, don't you think?"

The Dominator growled as his fingers squeezed tight on the base of wolf's cock. His erection surged, still growing, filling the shorts to the max. The fabric strained, creaking as the seams pulled slowly apart under the intense pressure. He was over a foot long now, probably a good four inches thick, and was showing no signs of slowing down. Thick, clear pre-cum bubbled from his tip, fed through his long shaft by the softball-sized nuts beneath. The shorts wrapped around them severely, applying additional pressure. Hercules's head spun.

The Dominator, for his part, enjoyed himself. He stroked along the wolf's hard belly, teased his nipples through his shirt, and tickled the insides of the male's thighs. Hercules couldn't react other than moaning with lust as the fox teased him to further heights.

Hercules could feel the weight of his cock now. It was so big, so heavy, with such full nuts below. Primal urges controlled his thoughts, pushing aside the original reason he was here. Why was he here, anyways? He couldn't remember. All he knew was how hot he felt, how hard his cock was, how much he enjoyed the fox's slim fingers stroking along his length...

The sound of his shorts tearing apart echoed through the ice cream parlor. A massive shaft flexed outwards through the scraps, slapping down across the wolf's belly, spitting clear pre across his black shirt. The fat length throbbed angrily, hard and dark red, reaching up past his stomach, almost to his nipples. The Dominator grinned and reached for it, lifting it straight up, and squeezed both paws around the thickness, dragging his finger down, rubbing it firmly with his paw pads.

Hercules whined.

"Good boy," the fox murmured, smiling even wider. "Ooh, but you'll do just fine..."

The fox stood and wiggled out of his tight silver shorts. A six-inch shaft stood at attention as he placed a foot on either side of the stricken wolf's hips. His tail wagged eagerly behind him as he eyed his latest victim. The wolf's masked face tipped side to side slightly as moans and growls of pleasure worked their way out of his throat despite his attempts to resist.

Noticing how Hercules struggled, the fox knelt around his midsection. The slim vulpine's rump squeezed over the wolf's shaft. Hercules was so thick around the middle that the Dominator's knees didn't even touch the ground as he leaned forward, both paws sliding under the wolf's shirt, pulling it up, exposing his shelf-like pecs. Hercules whined again, uncontrollably, as the fox's lips teased at his nipples. Hypersensitivity swept across his body as his aching erection pumped more splurts of pre-cum onto his belly, soaking down his fur. The wet fur clung to his abs, showing them off even more for the excited fox.

The Dominator wasn't content simply teasing his new toy, however, and shifted his hips upwards, sliding his rump up that long, thick length, now a foot and a half at least, and a third of that in girth. The red-furred male's muzzle opened and a satisfied sigh slid from his lips as he teased his rump at the tip, working the fat head under his tail.

"Rrrrrrrrgghh... noooo..."

"Oh, but yes, my studly wolf," the Dominator replied, gasping as his tail lifted and his rump flexed around the spurting tip of the lupine's oversized endowment. "So very much yes..."

Despite the fact that Hercules now sported a cock more than capable of splitting him in half, the Dominator didn't appear to suffer any as he pushed back, squeezing himself over the tip until it popped inside, lodging in his tail hole. The fox gasped and let out a loud "yip!" as a few more inches flexed their way inside. His shaft - tiny in comparison to the wolf's monstrous schlong - squeezed against Hercules's wet belly fur. His paws sunk into the superhero's chest fur for purchase as he forced himself back, taking inch after inch of the still-growing wolf cock. His stomach bulged outwards as his skinny frame distended around the thickness.

Hercules closed his eyes again. The pressure on his cock was overwhelming. It jerked madly inside the fox's tight rump, flexing and pumping and twitching. The heat and wetness made Hercules's lips pull back in a snarl, but still he couldn't move his arms or legs. He could only lie there as the tight male straightened up, sitting down firmly on his fat length. The Dominator moaned as he slid down the pole, loving the size of the wolf's endowment. Most of his victims couldn't get this large, but the superhero's body was much more pliable thanks to his increased size and mass. The Dominator shuddered as he felt the cock inside his rump thicken, flex, and grow even larger, rivaling the size of even the largest of silicone toys he had back in his secret lair.

It took almost ten minutes of eager pushing and twisting and shoving before the fox felt the wolf's fat knot grind against his tight ring. He sighed with pleasure and ran a paw down his chest and belly. The thickness of the wolf's cock was clearly visible, pushing outwards against his pelt from his belly up. Despite the size, the Dominator felt no ill effects. He clenched hard, enjoying the cute noises the muscular wolf made, and leaned forward to tease the big male's chest and belly.

Hercules shuddered as short claws raked through his pelt. His fists clenched and unclenched slowly as he tried to fight the paralytic. Whatever the fox had shot him with, though, it was long lasting, and he couldn't find the strength to lift his arms. What really worried Hercules, though, was that even if he could move, he wasn't sure he'd do anything but roll on top of the vulpine and pound him for all he was worth. The pleasure was too irresistible... he fought back, but his willpower faded with every new inch of flesh that grew inside the tight, squirming body sitting on him...

"Yes, give in to the pleasure," the Dominator whispered. "Don't fight it..."

The fox rolled his hips, groaning as he felt the wolf's oversized maleness surge inside of him. It was twenty inches at least, not counting the bloated knot at the base, which was itself at least eight inches in diameter. The fox shuddered and clenched, groaning as he came, shooting a few strands of seed across the wolf's chest. He smiled, head tipping back, as he bounced himself up and down; his own cock remained rock hard, ready for another spontaneous orgasm as his right bounced against the wolf's knot.

"Now... let's see... what color... your eyes are," the Dominator said. His paws reached forward, pulling the mask off the wolf's face.

Hercules wanted to stop him, but couldn't. His claws dug into his palms as the villain revealed his broad forehead and bright green eyes. His dense brown facial fur was matted somewhat from the tight mask.

"Oh, so handsome!" the Dominator said. "You're quite the catch, Hercules..."

The fox studied the wolf's face. He had a knack for telling when his victims were too far gone to resist. Hercules, with a cock nearly two feet long surging inside his slim body, was definitely past that point.

"You've been a very good boy, so I'm going to give you a treat..."

The Dominator leaned to the side and grabbed his unique weapon. He flicked a few switches, then aimed and fired at the wolf's chest. A few moments later, Hercules's massive arms were able to move. They reached for the fox, grasping at his hips, pulling him down roughly.

The Dominator groaned as he felt the superhero's powerful muscles take control. The world flipped as the wolf rolled over, pinning him underneath his chest and belly. A hungry muzzle pressed into the fox's lips; the Dominator closed his eyes as he felt the wolf's tongue explore his mouth. Well, not explore, so much as ravish. Getting onto his knees, the desperate wolf wrapped a massive arm around the slim fox's hips, pulling him down heavily, driving the breath out of the smaller male with each tug. The Dominator's teeth rattled as the muscular lupine pounded his rump, driving all two feet of thick wolf-cock into his body, making the fox's chest and belly stretch from the girth of the thing.

"Unnngggh... yes... harder!" the Dominator moaned around the wolf's tongue. Eager to obey, Hercules shifted his grip, grasping the small male around the hip with both paws. His head pulled back, leaving strands of saliva connecting their lips.

One paw moved to press down against the fox's belly as the wolf's hips pulled back, drawing out almost half of his immense length. The fox's muzzle opened, tongue draping out, head tipping back, whole body going tight, as the wolf drove himself back inside, not stopping until his engorged knot stretched out the fox's ring. Hercules groaned and snarled, mad with lust, desperate to achieve release. His cock had never felt so good as it plowed into the smaller male again, and again, and again, each time rougher, harder, stretching the fox's belly and chest lewdly, like the small male was made out of rubber. Hercules knew he shouldn't... somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew what he was doing was wrong... but he couldn't stop. The rest of his brain was urging his carnal desires, pushing him on, making him want to thrust harder, faster into the clenching rump underneath him.

Frustration built in the wolf, matching the lust he felt. No matter how many times he dragged his 28-inch cock out of the squirming fox's rump, no matter how many times the fat length drove back in, now matter how much pre-cum pooled on the floor beneath them, he couldn't orgasm. He was on the edge constantly, nearly there, so close to getting the result he desired... the feeling he had to have... he had to cum in this fox, he had to!

But he couldn't. He tipped his head back and cried out as he thrust in sharply, banging his knot against the Dominator's rump with each powerful movement.

The Dominator, for his part, knew exactly what the wolf was going through. He'd planned it this way. Give 'em a big cock, let 'em fuck you stupid, but don't let them cum until you're good and ready. It had worked on all the places he'd robbed, but he was especially glad to know it worked on the big, muscular superhero as well, because this was the ride he'd been waiting for. The biggest he'd gotten someone before was merely sixteen inches, and that had been the hefty bull working at the video store. This studly wolf was nearly twice that. The Dominator moaned as his body distorted around the huge length. He could almost swear the wolf was going to pound him straight through and come out of his muzzle.

That would be fun.

Hercules suddenly rose to his feet, clutching at the slim fox impaled on his length. The fox's belly was bloated with pre-cum, making him look pot-bellied. Large brown paws groped at his backside as Hercules dropped his backside onto a table. The Dominator groaned, crooning at his new toy, as the big wolf's paws grabbed at his ankles.

The new position afforded Hercules all sorts of leverage. His cock pulled out nearly to the tip before grinding back in. The Dominator's head spun as the biggest shaft - silicone included - he'd ever taken shoved inside him. The head formed a visible outwards bulge in his pelt as it drove up his stomach and into his chest. For a few moments, the Dominator wondered if maybe he'd overdone it with three shots, but when his cock shot another load off, he decided that no, he hadn't.

The table shook as Hercules banged forward, crashing his thighs into the edge of it with every thrust. The wolf's balls swelled, as big as the fox's head, swinging madly back and forth, smacking up against the underside of the table before falling back down over his muscular thighs. The Dominator reached for the edges of the table and gripped them tightly as his whole body shook with the forceful thrusts of the hypersensitive wolf.

As much as he was enjoying himself, though, the Dominator knew he had to end this soon. The leopard would surely alert the police, though he knew from experience the cops in the city lagged when it came to supervillain alerts, preferring to leave it to vigilantes like Hercules.

"Her... Hercules!" the Dominator gasped. A paw rose from the table, shaking rapidly as the wolf pounded his rump. "Cum!" The fox snapped his fingers.

Immediately, an expression of pure bliss crossed the wolf's strained features. He leaned forward, grinding in harder and deeper than before, as his flexing cock let loose deep inside the now not-so-skinny vulpine. His knot surged in size even as it pressed forward, grinding harder and rougher against the fox's ring. The Dominator's breath caught in his throat as his white-furred belly bloated several times over in size, but when that massive knot stretched his hole before popping in with a gut-churning "SCHLURP!," he howled. And howled and howled. The ball of flesh was pure pleasure as it stretched his insides even further. The wolf's hips continued to pound, dragging it back against his ring but unable to pull away. The massive cock, now settled in size at a solid 32 inches, let loose with spray after spray of thick wolf seed. With nowhere to go thanks to the knot plugging up his hole, the Dominator's stomach continued to swell and bloat until trickles of white cum poured from the corners of the small fox's muzzle.

The Dominator hadn't expected to be tied. He could hear the sirens, far away for now but rapidly approaching. Struggling to talk as thick, salty, tasty cum dribbled past his tongue, he grasped at Hercules's chest fur.

"Away! Fly, my studly sex slave!"

Hercules groaned and nodded, eyes cracking open as his watermelon-sized testicles swung back and forth. Still thrusting, he pulled the Dominator close to his chest and bent his knees. Both males cried out in pleasure as the big wolf lifted off, inadvertently using the forces of gravity to grind even deeper into the slim male. More cum splashed out over the fox's lips as the superhero leaned over him, crashing through the ceiling with his backside. They broke free and rose into the air, higher and higher, leaving the ground (and the approaching police cars) far away.

The muscular wolf's paws groped at the Dominator's body, squeezing his bloated form, still grinding his knot back and forth roughly inside the overfilled male. The Dominator hung limply, ecstatic, having one orgasm after another as they floated high above the earth, nearly to the clouds, raining thick wolf cum down beneath them as they flew east.

"Glurg... glug... Westvine... and... erp... Forty-second!" the Dominator gasped.

Hercules growled and nodded, eyes wide as he searched for the right location. They arrived in minutes. The wolf kicked open the door and carried the groaning fox into the basement, where they were surrounded by various technological works in progress. Ignoring what would otherwise have been an immense discovery - it's not every day a supervillain invites a superhero into their lair, after all - the wolf shoved the fox up against the wall and continued to pound his brains out.

It was another hour before the wolf's knot receded enough to pull free and another thirty minutes before either could move from where they collapsed on the floor. The Dominator groaned as he rested his backside against the wolf's belly and chest, with the big male's oversized, still-hard shaft leaking onto his belly from where it poked up through his thighs.

The fox lifted a paw, stroking the wolf's muzzle behind him. Hercules growled and nibbled on the fox's fingers. His brain had rewired itself. Pleasure had overwhelmed him, altering him, and, with a boost from the beam weapon, had turned him into a willing sidekick for the supervillain. The Dominator smiled as he pet his new sidekick encouragingly.

"The Dominator and Hercules," he mused. "We'll make a great team, puppy."

The muscular wolf growled as his stiff cock flexed between the fox's thighs.

"Oh, you want to go again?" the Dominator asked. He patted his belly, still round and full from the first go around. "Well... okay... you've earned it."

The Dominator smiled lazily as the big wolf picked him up and pressed him belly-first into the wall. The massive cock slid between his rump cheeks, smearing cum along his lower back and up to his shoulders. The wolf's paws held his legs at the knees, forcing his backside to arch as the tip prodded his clenched ring.

Some days, being a bad guy really was the best.

The end.