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**Awakening Will:

Transmission #01**

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This story is copyrighted by Wolf O'Donnell.

Unfortunately, my name is probably copyrighted by Nintendo Ltd.

Yeah, it sucks being copyrighted. Mamoru, Tredici Elpizo, Colbor

the fox, Hayden the Panther, Rudi Wadsworth the Alsatian and Rekku

the winged horse are my characters. Please don't use them

without my permission, because I want you to get their

personalities right if you have to use them. The names of the four

factions (and the four Praetoriani) were borrowed from the Megaman

Zero Series.

Redistribution is not allowed without permission. E-mail me

first if you want to place it on your site. Also, yes, this story

contains instances of graphic violence, graphic homosexual sex and

graphic use of British-English spelling and grammar. Oh, and for

obvious reasons, no one under 18 (or 21, depending on where you

live) should read this story.

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There was only one person within the white room, silent save

for the huge roaring of the ventilation system that kept the

microbiological cabinet sterile. This person was the only living

being there, if you did not count the mammalian cells he was

growing in plates.

The red-head reached out with a gloved hand for a squeezy

bottle and doused a nearby bottle standing on a piece of tissue

paper with 70% ethanol. He rubbed the bottle with the paper calmly

to dry it off and then quickly put it into the cabinet, past the

huge column of air that prevented germs from entering the cabinet.

Everything had to be as sterile as possible for work with his

cells. All pipette tips had to be autoclaved, that is, steam

sterilised. Things to be introduced into the cabinet had to be

washed with ethanol. Pipette tips couldn't touch bottles. Gloves

had to be washed with ethanol. All rubbish had to be thrown away

into bins for incineration or for autoclaving.

There was a stillness in the room. He was the only one inside.

There was nothing else for company, save for the cells growing on

the plastic and covered in red growth medium. Well, it used to be

red, but the cells had used up the nutrients and the liquid had

turned yellow.

Which was why he was replacing it. He had already removed the

old medium with a vacuum pump, disposed of the glass tip. The

red-head unloosened the cap of the medium bottle and then grabbed

a plastic, disposable pipette and removed its plastic casing,

peeling it backwards like a banana.

Mechanically, without thought, he stuck one end into an

electric pipetting device and peeled off the rest of the plastic

cover. He reached out with one gloved hand, took the bottle cap

off, put the pipette in and drew off ten cubic centimetres of

medium.

There was a knock on the door and the red-head turned round.

It opened and a long-haired male, his hair tied back into a

ponytail, peered in.

"Ray, you've got to stop what you're doing," he told the

red-head. "There's going to be a power cut in ten minutes."

"Power cut? Why?" asked the red-head.

"No idea," replied the long-haired male. "Just stop what

you're doing and clean up."

Ray nodded.

"Okay, Jason," he agreed with a nod of his head. He quickly

screwed the bottle caps back on and put the lids back on plates.

"Help me put the bottles away, would you?" he asked Jason, as

he took them out of the cabinet.

"Right," agreed Jason with a nod of his head.

As his friend took the bottles away, he quickly put the culture

plates in the incubator opposite and shut the door. He switched

the microbiological cabinet off and then took off his lab coat,

which was not to be worn outside of the tissue culture room.

The inside surface was given a quick wipe with an ethanol

soaked cloth and when the suction finally stopped, Ray put a cover

back on top of the cabinet's opening, sealing it up. He quickly

checked that the incubator was on the emergency power supply

circuit with a quick press of a button, removed his lab coat and

then walked out into the main lab.

Power cuts usually meant power was cut to everything except for

essential equipment. Refrigerators, freezers, incubators and the

cold storage room. This equipment had to be kept online. Some of

the cold storage rooms held rather unstable products, some

contained dangerous products.

An alarm was sounding outside in the corridor that separated

the laboratories from their corresponding office areas. It was

warning the employees that a power cut was imminent and all

around, people were rushing to check that equipment was properly

switched off and that the essential equipment was connected

properly to the emergency power supply.

Ray knew that it was his job to stay behind after the blackout,

to check that the essential equipment was running properly once it

was on emergency power. The other staff would have long since

left.

Power cuts were a regular event. There was a limited supply of

power. Pre-warned outages were a blessing, compared to the ones

caused by enemy attacks on their power plants. They were at war,

after all. Perhaps power was being diverted to more essential

facilities within the city. Power was precious after all, and it

couldn't be wasted.

All around him, scientists were rushing to check things. Lights

on the far ends of the laboratory were being switched off, the

scientists having finished their checks. It wouldn't be long

before he was left all alone in the darkness, with a few

supervisors as company.

There was a muffled rumbling noise and the entire floor shook.

Bottles shook. Some fell of their benches to crash onto the floor.

Ray nearly lost his balance completely. The lights flickered

violently in their last death throes, then they died and Ray found

himself plunged into darkness, a thick darkness that seemed as

solid as stone itself.

What was going on?

A hand suddenly grabbed Ray.

"Quick, we've got to get out of here," said a voice that

sounded rather familiar to Ray. "The prototypes have escaped."

"Jason?" exclaimed Ray in surprise.

"Come on, we've got no time to lose," protested Jason

sternly, as he tugged at Ray.

"I don't understand," protested Ray, as he followed Jason

reluctantly through the darkened laboratory. "What are the

prototypes?" He wanted to know exactly what he was up against,

as he ran out of the laboratory and into the single corridor that

ran in a west-east direction.

"Doesn't matter," was Jason's reply. "The Zan'ei

Army will raze this place to the ground."

It was then that Ray understood what had happened. Some

accident must have occurred when shutting down the power. It must

have unleashed some of the biological experiments in the basement.

The prototype may have been a new strain of E-Virus the scientists

were studying. It may have been some new creature.

Whatever it was, it was probably a Grade 4 biological threat,

defined as a threat that was untreatable and uncurable. Ray could

still remember hearing the news about the hospital lab where a

grade 4 outbreak occurred. The Zan'ei Army destroyed the place,

with everyone inside it. Better to be safe than sorry.

Without warning, the sprinklers started, dousing the corridors,

drenching everything.

In the wet darkness, there were screams. There was the sound of

footsteps pounding through the corridor. The mass of people rushed

towards the emergency exit, bursting through the doors into the

cold, unpainted concrete stairwell, lit dimly by emergency lights.

There were screams from down below in the lower basement

levels. They echoed through the corridor, reverberating around

them, so loud that it seemed as if they came from within their

heads. Blood curdling scream made their hearts race with fear and

their minds go numb in dread anticipation.

Suddenly, Ray stumbled. He slipped on the wet floor, made damp

by the drippings of several wet people. No one cared. No one

stopped. As Ray fell, people past him. The last he saw, as he fell

on to the sharp steps were the feet of several frightened people

rushing past him.

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Generations ago, an earthquake

within the Yellowstone National Park triggered an eruption of

titanic proportions. Several cubic kilometres of ash were spewed

into the atmosphere, desolating over 90% of the United States. The

ensuing eruption ejected vast quantities of sulphur dioxide high

into the Earth's atmosphere, where it couldn't be removed

through precipitation.

Temperatures dropped as the sulphur

dioxide absorbed the heat from the Sun's rays. The life giving

Monsoons failed to come. Crops failed all over the equator and the

tropical climates. In the temperate zones, temperatures dropped to

-20ºC (-4ºF).

It was not just the humans that

started to die off, but also many different species, both animal

and plant. Food became scarce. Oil prices rocketed sky high from

the sheer demand for heat. Medicine prices rose. The cost of

plastics rose. Fertiliser prices rose. Food prices rose. All

products linked to the use of oil increased in cost.

A war was fought to seize control of

the oil lands. Chaos ensued and the decline in life and fuel

worsened. Democracy died as emergency powers were granted to

leaders and cities and towns were placed under martial law. People

died fighting for the precious oil that would save them, for the

oil that would make their medicines, the fertilisers needed for

what little land they could use to grow crops and the heat to keep

them warm and to keep their greenhouses warm.

In the end, the human population

ended up separated into four warring factions, Jin'en, Makei,

Rekku and Zan'ei. The fighting was intense and many people died.

Many species went extinct in the fighting and the human population

dwindled.

Two corporations rose to prominence.

Parasol Pharmaceuticals grew rich from the sale of medical

supplies. EVA grew rich from the sale of arms. These two

corporations formed the Rachaelis Trust and bought up the other

companies. They became a neutral force, supplying medicines and

arms to all four sides, but their neutrality could not last long.

The war abruptly ended when a

scientist working for Parasol created a highly mutagenic agent,

the E-Virus. He unleashed it on the population of Zan'ei. There

were a huge number of different strains of E-Virus, each imbued

with the genes of those animals and plants that had been wiped

out. Each viral particle was linked to a nanobot that regulated

the virus' activities. The robotic part of the E-Virus helped

maintain the mutation rate of those that were infected to prevent

fatal mutations and cancers from developing. Those people infected

with the E-Virus were effectively turned into half-human, half

animal mutants.

These people were called Humanoids.

They were imbued with the characteristics of those animals that

had died as a result of Yellowstone and the Oil Wars. They were

stronger than humans. Some were faster than humans. Others could

survive in water without drowning. The Humanoids were far more

powerful than humans and far better at surviving in the new world

than the humans.

But Dr. Wai was an unscrupulous

person. After doing their work, the nanobot-part of the E-Virus

relegated to the brains of the Humanoids and effectively formed

mind control devices that made them all subservient to the E-Virus'

creator, Dr. Wai.

Using the humanoids, Wai seized

control of the Parasol Corporation and then the faction of Zan'ei.

He renamed himself Mamoru and waged war against the rest of

humanity, and as a result, this period became known as the

Humanoid Wars.

The three remaining factions had to

join forces in order to survive. With Mamoru threatening even the

EVA Organisation and the Rachaelis Trust, these organisations

remained impartial no more. Together, the humans built the City of

Neo Eden, the last fortification against Mamoru's humanoids,

with the help of the EVA Organisation and the Rachaelis Trust.

They united and with the expertise

of EVA, the humans found a way to destroy the E-Virus that

remained in the mind of those infected Humanoids. In essence, they

released the humanoids and gathered as many as possible to their

cause, to help fight against Mamoru.

The humans pitted humanoids against

humanoids. Mamoru's Army was beaten back to the Parasol

Headquarters. Though his forces fought back, they were defeated

and Mamoru was executed the day after. The Humanoid Wars ended.

With EVA and the Rachaelis Trust in

control, all humans were relocated to Neo Eden. It was a paradise

in the middle of a cold tundra. Humanity and humanoids worked

together to reinforce the great glass dome that protected the City

from the cold. After so much war, peace returned and the people

lived together in harmony.

However, this utopia was soon to

become a nightmarish dystopia for the humanoids. Fearful of the

humanoids going berserk, the Neo Edenite Government accused and

arrested them without trial, many for trivial reasons and many for

no reason at all. All the humanoids lived in fear of the

Government that was supposed to protect them.

Many humanoids fled Neo Eden and

were forced to seek safety in a devastated city, which they

renamed Furcadia. To stay alive, they mined it for its limited

stores of energy for their own use.

Yet their supplies were dwindling

and the EVA Troops were closing in on the fugitive humanoids. The

humanoids would all die if something was not done quickly. One way

or another, the humanoids would die, either from starvation, the

cold or the Government.

If something was not done, they

would perish, young and old alike.

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The anthropomorphic fox sliced through the Simia with one slash

of his flaming sword. He rushed past it, the two bloody halves

falling apart and crashing to the ground behind him in a bloody

mess. The others aimed their right arms at the Humanoid fox, with

what looked like machine guns attached to them, and would have

opened fire, had the fox not slashed them in half first.

Blood stained his green battle fatigues and the white fingers

of his black gloves. It was no easy task slicing through the

Simiae, biological robots made to resemble monkeys. Yet what else

could he do? These creatures had no real mind of their own. All

they did was follow orders slavishly, without a thought of their

own, without even a regard for their own well-being. They were

robots made from flesh - nothing more, nothing less.

Wind buffeted him, as he stood on top of the carriage as the

train sped through the frozen wasteland towards Neo Eden. His

short fur ruffled backwards, his eyes narrowed against the

speeding snowflakes. He ran across the slippery metallic surface

as EVA's Simiae started to climb up onto the surface after him.

There were an assortment types. There were the normal types,

with a machine-gun like right arm that fired bullets, known as the

S.Gun units. There were the Simiae with electrified batons for

right arms, known as the S.Baton units. Some had whips that came

out from the back of their hand, known as S.Whip units. Others had

shields and insanely huge, muscular left arms, known as the

S.Berserker units.

A fierce battle cry escaped the fox's muzzle, before he

rushed at various Simiae units. He saw the S.Gun units open fire,

spraying bullets into the air. The fiery sword was spun in the air

and turned into a circular shield that absorbed all the bullet

shots. He flung the shield through the air, its fiery edge

spinning round like some kind of deadly Frisbee.

S.Gun units were sliced into halves. It curved back through the

air and he caught it. The spinning slowed down and the shield

became a fiery sword again.

S.Whips and S.Batons rushed towards the fox.

The Humanoid fox rushed at the oncoming Simiae. He leapt out of

the way of whips and swinging batons. Try as the Simiae could,

they could not touch him. He sliced them in half without a feeling

or thought for them. A part of him was tempted to destroy them

completely, for he knew that EVA would just recover the brutal

remains of the Simiae and recycle them, cloning new Simiae from

the corpses of the old.

There was a huge crash, as of metal being struck violently. The

metallic surface in front of him dented. Another crash and a huge

grey hand reached up, grabbed him and pulled him under into the

hole.

Before he even knew what was happening, he was flung through

the air to crash into a pile of wooden crates.

Neo Eden was a refuge for life. Humans had no choice but to

live in the City of Neo Eden under the rule of Commander Tredici

Elpizo, Head of the EVA Organisation. Still, the humans would have

it no other way. The great glass dome kept heat in, amplified what

little light the City received and warmed the population. They

thrived in Neo Eden. It was a paradise for them, compared to the

brutal wilderness outside of the glass dome. It was the Humanoids

that maintained this paradise, doing the jobs that no human could

do or wanted to do. Humanoids were the slaves that kept Neo Eden

running, that worked in the factories, that worked in the sewers,

in menial tasks, with less food and drink than the humans, with

less leisure time and with no hope of ever having the same rights

as humans.

The fox looked up and saw a huge monstrous being that looked

like a giant boar; it had to crouch inside the carriage and took

up its entire width. It was one of the Titans that he had heard so

much about, huge monstrous biological robots made from flesh and

designed to do nothing but obey human orders. The Titan was

another one of Neo Eden's slaves, a bio-machine meant to

maintain order, to keep the Humanoids oppressed. He had to destroy

it.

The Titan roared and flung a fist at the fox with surprising

speed. It missed, the huge fist smashing into the crates, sending

splinters of wood flying into the air. Another huge hand reached

out to grab the fox again, but it missed.

A fiery blade slashed out at the Titan's hand, but didn't

even do anything to singe its thick hide. The fox was suddenly

smashed backwards by a huge fist that would have killed him

outright, had he not leapt backwards to decrease the momentum of

the blow.

Once more, the fox was flung backwards to crash into a huge

pile of splinters left over from his last impact. There he lay

motionlessly, eyes gazing apparently sightlessly up at the

ceiling.

Sensing that victory was at hand, the Titan reached out with

its huge hand.

There was no fox. Only a cheetah remained, wearing the exact

same clothes the fox had been wearing moments earlier. He leapt up

on to the Titan's hand and sprinted along it at lightning

speeds, thrusting his fiery sword at the Titan's eyes.

Blood spurted as the fiery blade plunged deep into the mindless

Titan. It roared out in agony and thrashed violently, before it

convulsed erratically, then wearily and then collapsed into a pile

of its own blood.

With one violent jerk, the cheetah pulled out the sword from

the Titan's bleeding skull. He sighed, as he looked at the

creature. It was a shame to have to kill it, but it was a mindless

abomination, with no feeling and no thoughts of its own. There

really was hardly any difference between it and a robot of the

more traditional sense. Like the Simiae, killing it was no more

unethical than smashing a computer to bits.

The fox looked around him. One exit was blocked with the

carcass of the dead Titan. The other was blocked with the ruins of

what once had been crates carrying weapons. He looked up. The

easiest way was up, but he couldn't jump that high in his

current form. He tried to remember what other DNA he had captured

for use on the mission, and whether a kangaroo was amongst them.

Yes, he had obtained the DNA of a kangaroo from the other

Furcadians. So he used the DNA to morph into the form of a

kangaroo and leapt up through the hole in the ceiling.

The former-fox, now kangaroo, landed outside on the top of the

metallic carriage, bending his knees as he landed to soften the

impact. He looked around him, as he crouched on the metallic

surface of the carriage. There didn't seem to be any EVA

soldiers around. Had he dispatched them all? Was that why they had

sent a prototype against him?

Well, whatever the case was, he had succeeded in his mission.

The Titan was dead. Neo Eden would not be able to generate more of

them for quite some time.

Without warning, a hoof suddenly collided with his face and

sent him flying backwards.

"Did you really think you could get away with this?" asked

the winged horse, as he glared down at the kangaroo. "We are EVA

Soldiers, traitor. We are the elite of the elite, the cream of the

cream. You can't possibly expect to get one over on us, do you?"

It was gradual, but the kangaroo body began to change. His fur

became redder, with a patch of white running down from the bottom

of his muzzle down his neck and his chest, his ears becoming

smaller and more pointed, his tail becoming smaller and the fur

becoming bushier until it fleshed out into a brush. The kangaroo

changed back into a fox.

Green armour covered the body of the horse and on it was the

symbol of Neo Eden, the silhouette of a tree with a capital 'A'

within its trunk and a capital Omega within the boughs and leaves.

His mane was long and his fur a mottled grey, his wings pure

white.

"I didn't expect you to be a New Generation Humanoid,"

stated the winged horse calmly. "How did you Furcadians get the

technology?" He received no reply from the fox and he had

expected that as much. "Well, if you won't talk, I guess I'll

have to beat the information right out of you." He drew two

electrified swords, brandishing them menacingly. "When will you

Humanoids learn that you cannot rebel against Neo Eden?"

A sly smirk spread across the fox's muzzle, as he looked at

the winged horse.

"I'm sorry, but I never learn anything that isn't true,"

he retorted.

"Then prepare for your death at the hands of Rekku, one of

the Praetoriani of Commander Elpizo," called out the winged

horse sternly. He snorted disdainfully, before saying, "You

shall repent and atone for your sins, humanoid. I'll teach you

to rebel against Neo Eden. En garde!"

The Praetoriani flapped his pure white wings and hovered into

the air, before diving down at the fox, thrusting out with one of

his electrified blades. He missed as the fox ducked out of the

way, but as he flew past, he kicked out with his powerful hooves.

A yelp escaped the fox's muzzle, as he was kicked forwards.

He crashed on to the metallic floor with a heavy thud. His body

ached as if he had been hit full on by a speeding train. If it

hadn't been for the armour, he was sure the equine's kick

would have broken his spine.

The fox spun round, narrowly avoiding a hoof that would have

smashed into his back again. As he spun round, he lashed out at

the Praetoriani leg and drew blood from the equine leg. He leapt

back up on to his feet and then parried an attack from one of the

electrified swords, only to have to duck underneath the blade of

Rekku's second sword.

He leapt away from Rekku, the blade of his fiery sword sliding

away from that of Rekku's weapon.

"I'm sorry," apologised the fox with a sly smile on his

furry face, "I'd love to stay, but I've got friends waiting

for me." The fox whirled round and then stopped.

It was clear to Rekku that the fox was going to leap off the

edge of the train, but there was no ground left. The train was

passing over a huge canyon with only the tracks beneath it to keep

it up.

"You have nowhere to go, traitor!" cried Rekku sternly.

The red-armoured fox turned his head round to face Rekku.

"That's what you think," he retorted. He then leapt off the

edge of the train.

Seeing this, Rekku rushed towards the edge and leapt off after

the fox and spread his feathered wings wide. He swooped away from

the edge and... Rekku cursed angrily, as he beat his wings and

turned in the air until he was upright. The winged horse looked

around him. He could see no sign of the fox.

"So that's the one they call Colbor," grunted the horse.

"We will meet again. You can count on it. In the name of all

Humanity, I swear you will die at my hands."

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Colbor was the name they had found on the label of the large

tube they found him cryogenically frozen in. When they had

unfrozen him, he had found himself in a strange world, a frozen

world that seemed like some bizarre nightmare.

Memories were absent. The humanoid didn't even know his own

name and had to adopt the name that was found on the label of the

cryotube he was found in.

The fox sighed, as he took his helmet off. He wished he knew

more about his past, why he was found in the lab and why he was

the only one there. Had he always been this strange Humanoid,

capable of transforming into the shape of any creature that he

gained DNA from? Was he always a shape-shifter, or had he been

turned into one by the scientists that used to work in that lab?

Had he been created from scratch within that lab; was that why he

had no memories?

Maybe he was like the turtles of the ancient era, before the

Yellowstone Incident. Perhaps he was hundreds of years old, kept

young through cryogenics. Was he ancient, a relic of the past, an

artefact of times when the Earth was warmer and when there was

more life?

Helmet under arm, Colbor walked through the ruins of what had

once been a thriving human city. He walked underneath broken

streetlamps, their glass long since shattered and their wires

corroded or salvaged. The fox walked past abandoned buildings,

cracked, with broken windows, turned into lookout posts by the

Furcadians.

He walked into an abandoned building and was suddenly grabbed

from behind.

"Don't move!" barked a voice from just behind his ear.

"Identify yourself!"

"Oh come on, guys!" protested Colbor angrily. "Didn't

you smell me coming? I was approaching from downwind."

The fox's captor growled.

"Yeah, we smelt you, we were just fooling you," said the

foxhound, before giving the fox a gentle lick on the ear.

"So how'd it go?" asked the other sentry, a big Alsatian.

"You know I can't talk about my missions, guys,"

protested Colbor, as he relaxed in the Doberman's grip.

"Yeah, I know," said the Alsatian dejectedly, as he kicked

a small piece of plaster away from him. "It's just, well, you

know how boring sentry duty can get. EVA Troops hardly ever come

here."

The foxhound found himself nibbling gently on Colbor's ear.

"So, when are we going to get to donate our DNA for your next

mission?" asked the foxhound curiously, as he reached round and

stroked the underside of Colbor's muzzle. "Well, foxy? We've

been dying for a chance to 'donate'."

Colbor grabbed the foxhound's arm and then in one smooth

movement, threw him over his shoulder and on to the ground. He

then knelt down on top of the foxhound.

"I'm sorry, guys, but I've already got a keen sense of

smell," he told them. "Maybe when I get a mission that calls

for being disguised as a foxhound?"

"That's what you always say," protested the Alsatian.

"And why do you always have to be such a spoilsport?"

whined the foxhound. "I was enjoying myself."

"Hey, I've got to give my report," explained Colbor with

a shrugging gesture. "Besides, maybe I wouldn't slam you into

the ground if you stopped being such a perv'." He laughed, as

did the Alsatian. "Well, I gotta get going," he said, as he

got up off the foxhound. "Hayden's waiting for me." Colbor

then extended a hand out to the foxhound.

The foxhound refused it.

The Alsatian laughed.

"Aw, don't mind him, Colbor," he told the fox. "He's

just upset 'coz he didn't get to yiff his mate last night. You

go ahead and tell Hayden how your mission went."

"'kay then," said Colbor, as he walked over to the hole

in the ground. "I'll see you guys around," he said, before

he dropped down the hole.

"Damn, what I wouldn't give for a piece of that fox arse,"

sighed the foxhound, as he got back up to his feet.

The Alsatian knew what his friend meant. He had heard about the

other humanoids that had given their DNA to the fox for his

missions. There were descriptions of a skilled, warm and moist

mouth suckling and teasing cocks; of firm buttocks and a tight

sphincter that milked your cock dry. It made the Alsatian hot and

horny. He longed to feel Colbor go down on him, to tease his cock

with that fox tongue, to accept his length and...

He felt his buttocks being kneaded, fondled, and massaged from

behind. The Alsatian could smell a heavy musk of arousal that was

not his own. It had to be that of his sentry partner and he could

tell what the foxhound wanted.

"Yeah, you take what you want from me, buddy," he told the

foxhound. "You need it."

The foxhound wrapped his arms around the Alsatian from behind

and pulled those Alsatian buttocks into his hips, grinding his

hard erection into the doggy rear. His hands wandered up and down

the Alsatian's chest, stroking against the hardened muscles

sensuously. He reached out and nibbled on a furry neck, licking

and nipping at the Alsatian neck.

Hands reached up and scratched the Alsatian underneath the

chin, before trailing down and grabbing the zipper. The foxhound

slowly unzipped the shirt all the way down to the crotch and

reached inside down below the waistband. Fingers wrapped around an

already erect length of doggy cock, the leathery pads gripping on

sensitive flesh and tracing up and down that hardened, veined

length.

Alsatian eyes closed, as the length of his shaft was stroked

exquisitely by the foxhound. His chest rumbled with pleasure, as

he gently thrust forwards and then back against the foxhound's

hips.

"Mm, oh yeah," gasped the Alsatian, as he felt the other hand

trace up and down his furry chest.

He felt his foxhound partner let go of his cock and tug down on

his waistband. Trousers were pulled down to expose his erect cock,

his sheath and his balls to the frigid air. The Alsatian gasped as

the cold air hit him and his exposed shaft. He didn't even hear

the foxhound take off his own trousers.

The first he knew of it was when his tail was brushed aside and

the tip of something sharp pressed between his butt cheeks.

"Yeah, take me," exhaled the Alsatian. "Take all your

frustration out on me."

"I intend to," was the reply, before the foxhound slowly

pushed his length past those buttocks to touch the tip of his

leaking shaft against the Alsatian's anal ring. He traced the

ring as best as he could with his thick cock, leaving a trail of

pre-cum in its wake. "Now relax, pup," growled the foxhound,

before he pushed against the ring.

A gasp escaped the Alsatian's muzzle, as he felt his friend's

cock pushing against him. His sphincter clenched almost

instinctively in response. It didn't matter though. He felt it

nudging its way past, as the foxhound pulled the Alsatian's hips

closer to his own. The big canine did his best to relax and let

the cock slip into him.

The anal ring opened and the Alsatian felt his partner's cock

penetrating him, entering into him, the tip pressing past the

sphincter and into his warm passage. He let out a deep moan, his

cock twitching, as the penis entered him, sliding deeper into his

rear. It slid slowly, the tip brushing against the walls of his

insides, making him whine with a mixture of longing and pleasure.

He could hear the foxhound growling lustily, with pleasure, as

the cock slid deeper into him.

"Oh, Eddy, yes!" he growled lustily, as he bucked his hips

backwards. A whimper escaped the Alsatian's muzzle, as he leaned

back, his head thrown back and his throat exposed to the foxhound,

Eddy, whom nipped and licked at it passionately.

"Mm... you're enjoying this, aren't you, Rudi?" growled

the foxhound, as a hand deftly pulled back the Alsatian's furred

sheath to expose the expanding knot. He squeezed tight, squeezing

a whine out of from the Alsatian. Then with one thrust, his hips

smacked against Rudi's furred buttocks.

Rudi whimpered, as his cock was fondled dextrously by skilled

fingers that ran over his exposed flesh as soft as silk. He began

to buck, thrusting backwards in time with the foxhound's

thrusts, his cock stroking in and out of the tunnel that those

fingers made. The foxhound nuzzled him, held him tight, dominated

him and leaned in on him, the pleasure and the foxhound's weight

making Rudi's legs quiver and start to buckle.

He was pushed down on to his knees by Eddy, without the

foxhound cock even leaving his arse. Every thrust made his hips

buck forward, his cock sliding through the tunnel made by Eddy's

furred fingers. The way his knot rammed against Eddy's fingers

with every thrust was almost unbearable. He wanted to tie with

something.

Eddy leaned forward, resting his weight on his mate's back,

hunched over, his hips rocking quickly, rhythmically against the

foxhound's body. The knot at the base of Eddy's cock swelled and

Eddy winced, locking his arms tightly around Rudi's body, ramming

his shaft into his mate repeatedly, as fast as he could. He wanted

to tie with Rudi, just as he had wanted to ram his knot into

Colbor and tie with him.

The foxhound heard Rudi moan in pleasure. He knew the Alsatian

enjoyed the sensation of his sex within him. Eddy enjoyed it too.

He loved taking Rudi's arse, the slapping of his balls against

the Alsatian's twin orbs, the slamming of his hips against Rudi's

furry buttocks. He growled with pleasure, as Rudi's arse

tightened around his hot shaft. It was almost more than he could

take; it was a miracle he had lasted that long.

Leaning over, Eddy bit Rudi on the neck as he slammed his knot

against the Alsatian's puckered arsehole. He ground it in as

hard as he could, wanting to tie with his friend, wanting to unite

them. His hand pumped up and down Rudi's cock forcefully, his

other hand gripping the Alsatian tightly on his furred haunches,

the fingers caressing through Rudi's luxuriant fur.

Rudi howled as he felt the foxhound knot penetrate him,

stretching his anal ring wide. He felt Eddy's teeth clamp down

on him, before the foxhound gave a few more forceful, quick, yet

restricted thrusts. The foxhound howled through a mouthful of neck

fur. Fingers wrapped around his knot and gave a squeeze. Rudi

clenched down on Eddy's cock and he felt a spurt of wet, sticky

warmth inside him, as an orgasm overcame him and he sprayed his

own seed in an arc against his furred belly.

Eddy growled, licking Rudi's neck lovingly.

"Mm, I guess you enjoyed yourself too, huh?" he said, as he

raised his sticky cum-covered hand up. He licked Rudi's cum off

his fingers, savouring the taste, enjoying the flavour. "Colbor

doesn't know what he's missing, huh, hon'?"

"Hey, guys," greeted a Humanoid, as he climbed up the

ladder. "Aw, Jeez! Couldn't you have waited 'til your shift

was over?"

Rudi turned his head to look back at Eddy. He smiled lovingly

at the foxhound and saw the canine smile lovingly back at him. One

thing, at least, was clear.

"No, no we couldn't," he said.

=============

Hayden looked at the large map carefully, his golden eyes

scanning the map calmly, the feline's black furred tail swaying

behind him gently as he thought carefully to himself. They didn't

have much power left, but the latest raid on a Neo Edenite Fuel

Rod Plant had proved successful. There was enough, but only for

the short term.

Hydrogen Fuel Rods could only power their base for so long.

Unlike Neo Eden, they couldn't afford to build wind turbines,

which would flag up their position to EVA's Forces. Their sole

existence depended on Hydrogen Fuel Rods, yet there were only so

many they could steal before Neo Eden got wise to their attacks.

Raids were already beginning to become more difficult. If the

situation continued, the next raid would be a complete disaster.

There was a knock on the door.

"Commander Hayden, Agent Colbor is here to see you,"

announced a voice from outside.

"Please, send him in," called out the panther, without even

turning round to look towards the door. He continued to look at

the map calmly, even as he heard the door open. "So, Colbor, how

did the mission go?" asked Hayden curiously, as he turned round

to face the fox at the last moment.

There was no more blood on Colbor. The battle fatigues he wore

were a new pair and his helmet was obviously absent. He just hoped

that his other set of clothes would dry before the end of his next

mission.

"Well, I had a run in with one of the Praetoriani," came the

reply from the fox, "but the Titan's dead."

"Praetoriani?" exclaimed Hayden in surprise. He hadn't

expected the Praetoriani to be guarding the convoy. "Which one?"

he asked curiously. He was sure that it wasn't Makei, the Dragon

Humanoid, which left Jin'en, the Phoenix Humanoid; Rekku and Zan'ei,

the Tortoise Humanoid.

"Rekku, would you believe," was Colbor's reply. "I

always thought he was in charge of the Air Force."

"So, did I," commented Hayden sternly. "I wonder what he

was doing on that convoy? I would have thought Jin'en or Zan'ei

would have been personally taking charge." He couldn't

understand it. Why Rekku? Why the winged horse, Praetoriani of the

West? It made no sense. "Well, good work anyway, Colbor," he

said calmly. "You'll be pleased to know that our raid on the

Fuel Rod Plant went well, thanks in part to your distraction."

He then sighed.

"Is something wrong?" asked Colbor curiously.

Hayden turned his back to Colbor, as he turned back round to

the map. He gestured for Colbor to join him.

"I won't beat around the bush," he told the fox. "We're

in a bind. EVA Troops are scouring the wastelands. It will be only

a matter of time before they find us. Even if they don't, their

securities at the Fuel Rod Plants are getting better. At this

rate, we'll run out of energy soon."

What with the recent raids on the Recycling Plants, as well,

they weren't able to continue. They were rescuing as many

Humanoids from the Recycling Plants as possible, saving them from

a fate of being mulched into fertiliser. Yet room was scarce and

so was their food supplies. Their entire situation was unviable.

They wouldn't last long in their current situation.