# Awakening Will: Transmission #01

Author: Wolf_ODonnell
Tags: Action, Adventure, Anal, Canine, Fox, Gay, M/M, Plot Development, Post-Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Violence (Not In Yiff), Yiffy

In a post-apocalypse world, Humanoids fight for their freedom against the tyranny of Neo Eden.

**Awakening Will:  
  
 Transmission #01**  
    
  
 =============

  

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.

  

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

  

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.

  

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

  

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."

  

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

  

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.

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