FSE

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I'm sorry that if you have been paying attention that i keep reposting/editing this story. it's because i can't seem to get a title on it...and if you ntoiced the others were vacent of them, so i hope you will bear with me and revote the same way and post the same comments, thank you!

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And if you noticed before I got rid of the number and actually named this chapter....I think it sounds much better and I hope you don't mind the small shift.

So like before all characters are copywritied to me and me alone...so if you want to use them in aonother piece of work or a picture, just leave me a message or email me with your request. Otherwise my pack of highy skilled and overpaid lawyers will have a field day rending you of all your precesious belongings...and trust me, neither of us want that to happen

This story is dedicated to one of my best friends Soul Hunter. I wish you only the best and that Jason, who was tragically taken from us, will be missed terribly. I only hope that you will be able find a sense of peace at some point, for I'm sure that's what he would have wanted. And for spike who, odds are, was also taken us by a very unfortunate act, from teh bottom of my heart i wish you all the best! So please always keep a smile and that sparkle that has touched so many. And to all my other friends who gave me the courage to do this god bless you since i probably would have stopped halfway through this one if it hadn't been for your constant pressure and pushing...you know who you are.

Sincerely an enthusiastic writer,

Cyan Spirt

p.s. I know this chapter is going to be huge...but i hope you over look its length and read it anyways.

p.s.s. And now....without any further adiue....ENJOY!!

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Rocking back and forth on the uneven mattress where he laid, Jason's condition was making it hard for him to find peace even in slumber. Though his muscles were relaxed from the expertly given tongue bath, that still didn't soothe the pain that came from simply laying on them. After a couple more moments of nothing but frantic movements under the covers, the canine finally slipped into a somewhat contrived slumber filled with species of animals no mad scientist could ever dream of creating. Roads and bridges that led to nothing but the absence of space itself, colors unimaginable by even the most creative mind, and sounds ranging so far in tone and pitch that mother nature would be unable to copy all filled his dream as he tried to find solace among the chaos.

Finding no comfort in the meaningless images and stories his mind tried to tell him, Jason began to drift towards a more linear storyline. One that he knew quite well simply because it happened mere hours before he had rested his head on the pillow. Slowly he willed the shapes and forms together against the white backdrop of his mind, creating a sort of stage where his mental play would play out for all his brain to see. No longer was he standing in that room, but rather he was an unseen observer floating somewhere high in the rafters, peering down vacantly at the scenario below.

To start off with, Jason imagined the most prominent feature of this room, the large paneled widow that took up the entire back wall. It's massive size allowing the morning's rays to filter through, as he gazed out on the lush green yard and the small fountains spread in-between the array of flower beds in the garden. Yellows, reds, and violets filled the lawn as drapes were then created to be placed over the image, dangling from small rods positioned high over head. The beige satin material had felt so good running along his tight curls as he could recall entering this room, not through the door, but from the picturesque window. Suddenly a hatch opens as he watched himself crawl through and stand on the other side of the window, his body hovering above an unlimited sea of white space.

The floor the spread out under him as it formed the shapes of an elongated rectangle, expanding and retracting at points to form alcoves for the walls to fall into place. He inserted the polished mahogany wood for the floor as he recalled how the grains in the lumber flowed in the same direction his pelt did. The strong smell still prevalent in his memories was also added to the scene as though he were forming a small movie set for a script that he had already memorized his lines for. Soon after the floor finished reveling itself, the walls fell into place as though they were dropped by a steady hand from above, sealing in the version of himself he saw below him. They formed an extensive closest on one side, sealing it from view by paneled doors; while the main entrance way was placed opposite the large window, its surface a professional lacquered oak color. Paint soon covered the bare supports, a nice forest green was selected from memory as the room took on a very wilderness feel to it.

Objects soon began to appear around him as the room was soon filled to capacity with furniture, toys, electronics, and clothes. A large four poster bed was placed opposite the closet, draped in soft yellow and gold sheets as white lace draped over the top and cascaded down to the floor. A small end table and lamp set were placed on either side of the bed, each lamp illuminated the room with the help of the natural sunlight now filtering in. Obstructing the flawless window view in the lower left corner was a small cherry red desk and a gray office swivel chair. Placed atop, he remembered seeing a new computer, flat screen monitor with inlaid speakers on each side, the tower safely hidden by wood paneling inside the unit. At the foot of the bed lay a large wooden chest with elaborate metal work done on it's lock and hinges. And in the center of the room, atop a large circular red area rug, was a small table and two padded comfy armchairs, all painted in a mellow yellow color. And along all four walls of the enclosure lined shelves on which awards, medals, sculptures, models, and photos were placed.

He recalls, that strewn around the floor in all corners of the room were simply piles of things. Over by the closet there were many piles of clothes that were simply tossed from their hangers; shirts, pants, vests, jackets, slacks, and suits, each one having their own separate mound. Surrounding the center table like a moat surrounds a castle lay stacks of board games, cards, dice, books, magazines, and paper. And the final piles were stacked by the computer desk consisting of CD's and their empty cases, diskettes, manuals for old games, and the hint guides that went along with each manual. Jason recalled standing among the mess, among this disorder and chaos, and yet not remembering any of it in enough detail to really care. For there was one other thing his dream that he had yet to place in this space, in this room, and that was the lion, who he distinctly remembered laying face down on the bed, sobs wracking his body.

His perspective suddenly zoomed in from high above in the corner of the ceiling, no longer was he just a bystander, no longer could he just sit back and watch as his dream went on without him, he was back in the middle of it and it was going to repeat itself as it did only the morning before. As Jason was thrust back into his dream body, his perspective changed as he was now standing in the exact same spot, looking exactly the same, and feeling exactly as he did at that moment. Before walking towards the bed on which Maxi laid convulsing in tears, he did a quick 180 degree turn and shut the small hatch in the window that he had climbed through; pulling the curtains a bit to hide the view of the ladder that he had used to reach the feline's high bedroom on the second floor.

Slowly the canine's gaze traveled the room as it suddenly locked on to his reflection in a mirror on the closet door. There he stood, in exactly the same garments he was dressed in that morning, the brown dog with tightly wound curls. He wore his favorite black sneakers that had the small red and white stripes on the side, followed by a pair of white cotton socks. He watched his tail swish from behind the pair of crisp black jeans that hugged his legs and thighs. His chest was covered by an oversized blue hoodie with the logo "K-9 Swiss" imprinted across the front in bold white letters, under of which he had on a simple white t-shirt. His hair was neatly quaffed back in his usually layered look with his hood dangling behind him, as he turned this way and that to see all angles of himself. His attention was suddenly drawn from his reflection as the cries and whimpers coming from the lion were now getting too loud to ignore.

Jason's sneakers creaked as they crossed the wood floor, bypassing and stepping over the multiple piles that lay in his way. Finally he reached the right side of the bed, which allowed him to view the door from his position as he looked down at the boy's form sprawled over the golden sheets. The color of Maxi's pelt almost blending in perfectly with the covers if it wasn't for his pair of pajamas that made him stand out. The bright blue fabric, depicting scenes of waves and boats coating around the endless sea, greatly offset the yellow fur of the lion. Small boats and fishing ships danced around the both the collar and the hems of both the pants and the shirt, while there was a giant picture of a mackerel splashing out of the surf on the back. The feline's tail, having been slipped though a custom made hole in the back, wavered back in forth as his cries continued.

Slowly the canine sat down on the edge of the bed, his paws gently running over Maxi's head and back as he tried to calm the crying feline. He glanced over that the digital clock on the nightstand, "7:00 in the morning..." he sighed. Jason then rotated his form so that he could easily reach the back of the feline's head, slowly running his fingers through the soft golden locks of his mane and scratching behind the small perk ears.

"5 hours....5 hours!" cried Maxi as he shoved his face back into the mustard-seed colored pillow, his tears wetting the already soaked material. "It's going to happen....in 5 hours" he mewed softly, his paws clawing at the bed sheets as the tears rolled down his cheeks. "I'm not ready....I don't want to go..." his tail tightly coiling around the canine's wrist.

Jason only nodded in silence as he slipped his paws underneath Maxi's chest and lifted him up to sit back on his haunches, as he then dried the feline's eyes. "I know, I know....it really crept up on you didn't it....kind of....like a lion almost" his voice rising to a laughter. But seeing the feline barely give more then a blank stare in return, he remembered feeling that comedy and humor was not the way to achieve his goals and get what he wanted.

The lion sniffled as he wiped his wet paws over his satin pajama top and cleaned his whiskers off. "More like....a lioness" as he scoffs a bit, blowing his hair out of his face. The feline then slid over the side of the bed to where the other was and dangled his golden legs over the edge, as he sat looking into his paws.

Jason could hear the subdued malice in Maxi's voice as his paw gently patted the soft sheets under him. The canine's fingers gently moving over the ripples in the silk blankets as a ship would cross the endless beige sea before it reached the shore of the lion's thigh. "I know I know, today is your..." letting his voice grow soft until it was inaudible over the rattling from the air conditioner. He recalled deciding not to repeat his words so that the feline could hear him, knowing the simple absence of the phrase would do its purpose.

The canine watched as his paw was gripped firmly by Maxi, the gold arm tensing from emotion. "Wedding!...you can say it in front of me" the kitten mewed loudly before lowering a bit, "I know....what's going to happen today, no need to hide it." The dog then felt and heard the lion's tail thwaping sternly against the bed behind them.

Jason turned to stare out the large picture window in front of him and onto the lush green lawn below with the sun barely clearing the horizon as he nodded. "It's just getting married at such a...young age. How you cats do it is..." was all he could get out before the dream image cut him off abruptly.

His ears picked up the loud growling as Maxi showed off his lion heritage. He then felt a paw tightly grip his muzzle and turn his head to face the feline's face, where he saw the still growing fangs emerge from the cub's mouth. "I did not choose this, and don't you forget that!" Maxi screamed as Jason remembered watching the boy's body shudder with the sheer force of his emotion.

Jason shook his head as much as the other's grip on it would allow before feeling the paw release his muzzle, his own paw now coming up to massage the area. "I won't.....I won't" he repeated in a shakily voice as he watched the lion calm down. His thoughts going back to how elated he felt, knowing his words had given him the exact feeling he had wanted from Maxi.

Sighing, Maxi slowly let his paws fall back against his side, as the canine felt the lion leaning against his shoulder. He instinctively placed a paw around the male for comfort. "I'm so sorry Jason....but you know about my family's tradition, I am to remain a virgin until marriage at the age of 17. But once married to my lover, I will be a man and a full member of my pride....and as you know my birthday was 2 months ago." But due to his past knowledge, the canine remembered simply nodding along, having learned all about the Cordero family traditions from his briefing.

The dog could feel the breath of the lion against his shoulder as Jason swayed back and forth on the bed, with Maxi still resting against him. His muzzle breaking into a small smile, "yeah, I remember...sorry I couldn't come, but I don't think your father would have wanted a mangy mutt there anyways...I mean he doesn't even know about me." Jason then felt himself take a deep breath as he gave a gentle squeeze to the firm thigh hidden under the azure cloth, "remember our little private party?"

Jason saw the lion's face brighten a bit at the mention of their party. "Of course I do silly...I couldn't believe you did that for me, the streamers, the confetti, the balloons...and all without alerting anyone." His feline tongue licking the edges of his muzzle as he grinned, "you never did tell me how you knew North Atlantic Cod was my favorite flavor of icing."

Shrugging nervously, the canine simply spoke in passing, "just a lucky guess, nothing more really." Though in truth, he thought; it was no guess, he had learned all about this particular feline during his many hours studying and researching on the computer. His muzzle quickly shifted in to a grin to hide his thoughts, "speaking of that party, do you still have my..." as he watched Maxi nod and motion to the side of the bed.

Maxi grinned happily as he smooth downed the fur around his face, "do you really think I would throw out your gift?" stopping quickly to allow the dog to give a sudden head shake before continuing. "The present is in the nightstand over there in the top drawer, the combination is 07-04-88. Then you just need to take off the small fold of cloth."

Slowly Jason rose from the bed and maneuvered his way around the corner of the bed to stand in front of the small table with the 18th century lamp sitting upon it. "Combination? Why would need that?...it's not like I gave you a safe or something" his paws gently sliding the drawer open. As he lifted the small box into the morning light he gave it a quick look over. It was a obsidian black with a shiny coat of primer across its surface, the ornate lock and hinges covered in silver paint and adorned with small jewels. "What the?!?....this isn't what I gave you" he said as he glared over the small chest with an articulate eye, before turning around to look at the lion still sitting on the bed.

The cat turned to face the dog's stare as he nodded, "your gift is inside...you know how my father is." Maxi's ears dipped back to rest against his head as Jason, even from this distance, could see the emotion apparent on the other's face. "If he suspected I was even talking to a canine..." as he sighed a bit, "he would rip my tail off...and then go after him."

As Jason turned the dials on the container to put in the code, he nodded in agreement with the other. "I don't fault you...I know how my kind is treated around here. When you live with it all your life, you learn to ignore it and just move on." He then heard the small click of the lock and pried open the cover of the small box to reveal its hidden treasure. There sitting the small bed of satin and silk streamers was a small brown doll. He could tell the small figurine was well loved as it looks a bit flat from being squeezed, it's cloths now faded and in need of a bit of mild stitching repair. The small doll was specialty fashioned to resemble him, and Jason had to admit it was a pretty good representation. Its small black bead eyes and it's curly brown pelt were near exact matches, not to mention it's dimensions and even its tail were perfectly sculpted. Jason recalled going to the doll maker in his home town to request it and being told that they were short of materials for clothes which explained his current dress. Jason's fingers slowly felt the soft green army camouflage pants, the black plastic ammo belt, the yellow wizard shirt, the bright blue cape, and to top it all off the red and white jester hat.

Maxi suddenly stood up defiantly with a loud stomp as he scowled, his muzzle forming a deep imbedded sneer. "God I can't stand that man, he....he....he treats me like I'm still a cub" as he swiped the hair from his face. Jason could easily see the inside of the feline's ears become inflamed as his paws were tightened into clenched fists, as his legs, he noticed were very tense. "I hate him so much!" the lion screamed louder then he had talked before.

Reliving the fear that he had that Maxi's father Nathaniel might come in to check on all the noise so early in the morning light and with doll in paw, Jason hopped over the bed and pulled the lion into his chest to stifle his cries and screams. "Shhhhh..." as the dog lifted his head a moment to stare at the door making sure that no one suddenly burst in before continuing, "you have to be quiet....here, concentrate on mini Jason." He then released the feline from his embrace and handed him the tiny representation as he sat him down once again on the bed.

Adjusting himself as he sat down on the bed, the feline clutched the doll in his arms as he nuzzled it quickly before sighing and looking up towards the real Jason. "It's just the way that he treats your kind....it makes me ashamed to be a lion." Maxi then quickly tossed the figurine off to land between the pillows of the bed as he stood up suddenly. "Do you hear that dad? I'm ashamed!" he screamed into the brisk morning, his body once again shaking from the force reaction.

Jason instantly recalled the feeling of urgency as he jumped the feline and clamped a paw tightly over his muzzle, "Maxi!" he exclaimed quietly. His brown paws pulled the golden body close to his as he placed his muzzle next to the lion's ear and spoke as softly as he could and still make his words heard. "You need to calm down....you're going to wake up everyone in the house." For the dog at the time knew full well that if the father were to show up, then he would fail his assign....but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a sound that sent chills down both boy's spines.

The gruff older voice boomed though the thick wood door, "Maximillion!" as both males looked at each other and knew exactly to whom that sound belonged to. "My god, what the hell are you doing up so early, especially on your wedding day?.....it's 7:20 in the morning." Once again Maxi and Jason exchanged glances of panic, for they knew that on the other side of that entranceway was Nathaniel F. Cordero, one of the most influential lions to ever walk upon these plains.

The canine was amazed at how well the dream was recreating the entire scene, every word and each action that happened; it even managed to pick up the physical shaking and the worry that showed through Maxi's eyes as he spoke. "It's dad..." he mouthed to Jason before turning to face the door, "Oh....I ummmm couldn't sleep. I was too nervous...you know?" as he laughed nervously afterwards. The feline then dropped his voice back to a mere whisper as he nudged the dog gently. "You have to go....now" guiding the canine back to the large window and the hidden ladder outside.

Jason quickly shook his head and turned around to stare into the feline's eyes, talking as low as possible. "He'll hear me on the metal steps.....I've got to hide.." as he looked around the room for someplace to go. As he twirled this way and that in search of refuge, he by accident backed into one of the piles laid around the room and made a small crashing noise. Clamping a paw over his muzzle to stifle any grunt of surprise, he hoped the sound wasn't loud enough for one to hear through the walls.

A paw rattled on the door outside, "what's going on in there?.....do you have someone in there with you?" the older voice said as he pounded a bit louder on the wooden structure. In was then that the rattling of the doorknob began as both boys franticly scanned the room for any place that one could easily hide in, and create as little sign of their presence as possible.

Horrified that the older lion had already guessed what was going on inside, Jason motioned for Maxi to make something up as they continued to search for safety for the dog. "N-no....why would you think that some one was in here with me? Come on....you know me...." as they both noticed the large chest at the foot of the bed at the same time. Quickly they set about moving the quilt and other coverings off so they could open it and glare inside to see if it was suitable for their purpose.

Jason cleared off the last obstruction as he popped the large clasp and took a look inside the ancient trunk. Inside there was a couple padded blankets for when it grew cold out side, and unused pillow cases and other such materials. He checks out the inside for any signs that there was something hard or pointy as he pressed his paws against the blankets, feeling the cloth give way until he felt the wooden boards at the bottom of the trunk. "This will do....just remember to hide me.." he whispered softly as he placed his first foot into the box, hearing the banging on the door get louder as the man outside seemed to get more agitated.

Jason got his other leg in and squatted down into a fetal position as he pulled his tail inside and tried to arrange himself as comfortable as he could manage in the cramped space. "It's because I know you" the gruff male said, "now let me in or else I'm going to break it down." Jason took one final look up at Maxi's face, trying to reassure him that he will be fine before the feline closed the cover of the create and Jason heard the latch close. His acute hearing picked up the shuffling of the smaller male as he saw darkness cover most of the holes in the box as the blankets and over covers were placed back over the top.

Shuffling a bit more, the canine arranged himself in the crate so he could stare out of a little crack in the side and peer out into the room. His view consisted of the front door taking center stage, a corner of the center table, and the edge of the bed that took up the right side of his opening. "Alright father...no need to get physical" Maxi said trembling, as Jason could see the cat take one last look at him in the create before he slowly turned the knob on the door and allow it to swing open on it's open, giving Jason his first look at the male who made him worry about his chances of success.

At first he couldn't make out the older male since the hallway was clouded in darkness, but as he stepped forward into the light, Jason could see why Maxi showed such fear at what his father might do. The dog watched from his position as the younger lion backed away and allowed the senior pride member entrance, which gave Jason a clear sight of what made that gruff voice. For there standing a few feet from the door frame, was a large lion that would make any male, no matter the species, quake in some fear.

Jason's gaze started at the floor as he noticed the brown leather loafers with the small brown tassels on the front. The male's stout and heavily muscular legs were hidden by the plaid pajama bottoms which were stripped with green and red colors, with a small bow at the waist. A large tail could be seen moving behind the large feline, with the small tuff of fur at the tip wrapping around the knob of the door and shutting it with a loud slam. His eyes moved up to stare at the long sleeve t-shirt which tightly gripped the ripped chest and abs of the excellent specimen of a lion, with the gray boxes on the cloth stretched nearly to the point of being see through as the golden fur could be seen underneath. Through the crack in the wood his eyes took in the large majestic mane that adorned the male's head, his eyes squinting a bit from just entering the light as his paw stroked his whiskers, his face glaring around the room for any sign that his son might be hiding something.

The canine resisted his urge to flee as the larger male began his scan of the room, and silently thanked god that he wasn't cursed with claustrophobia at this very moment. The dust from the dark box was starting to affect him as he wiggled his nose and tried to concentrate on what was going on outside. "Humph...something smells off" as Jason realized that the lion leader could still smell his scent as he hoped Maxi would be quick on his feet. The dog watched through the small opening as Nathaniel slowly walked toward the box with his nose and whiskers reacting to his musk.

The dog's ears picked up the small gasp from the junior pride member as he quickly moved and grasped the older gentleman's arm, and steered him away from the box. "Oh...that must be me....I haven't showered for the wedding yet" as he laughed nervously. Jason could feel the sweat on his furry brow as he released his held breath and could see a small wink from the younger feline behind his father's back.

Maxi's father nodded a bit, which Jason took to meaning that he accepted the explanation. His brown lens watched as the lion clad in plaid crossed his view again and disappeared off to his left as his hears picked up more shuffling and grunting. "Are you hiding anything in here?" as he Jason watched clothes flying from the left side of the room and landing in front of the door. He watched Maxi dodge the thrown clothes and slowly make his way off to the left where Jason lost sight of him from the crack of light.

Jason's sensitive ears picked up the small fearful tremor in Maxi's chuckles before he talked. "Come on dad...now you are just being paranoid. And isn't mom going to become worried when he notices that you aren't next to her?" he saw the feline cross back over his line of sight as he angled himself towards the chest and he heard the squeak of the wood as the cat took a seat on top of the trunk. The dog saw the right paw of the young lion dangling over the edge just in front of the hole as Jason reached out with his own claw and gently poked it to reassure him that everything will be alright.

Once again the dog could see clothes flying through the air to land at Maxi's feet as the father relentlessly searched and emptied all parts of the closet. "Forget about her for now" as he too crossed the line of sight seen from the crack and stood leaning against the door frame. "And maybe I am a bit paranoid.....I just want this service to go perfectly. You are my last son and....well I don't need to tell you why this service is important to the future of our pride...where is your suit?" as the canine noticed his head turning back and forth across the room.

"I don't know...I gave it to mom to get pressed and cleaned yesterday, so I assume she has it" the younger lion said as Jason felt the pressure from Maxi's paw poking his though the crack in the chest. The canine then noticed the father slowly walk over to the side of the bed and out of his vantage point as he felt a sudden squeeze on his fingers as if you alert him of some sort of sudden trouble or danger. As Jason recalled himself silently freaking out at what might the danger be while laying curled up in the small box; though looking back on it, it was a very easy mistake that had fouled him up.

The squeak of the bed alerted the canine in the crate of the father's position as the springs groaned in supporting the massive weight. "Maximillion!" the loud voice boomed as Jason felt the entire floor shake under him. "What the hell is this?" as the man's legs came into view so close to the crack in the box that the dog could have reached out to touch them. "It-it smells like....like....dog!" the disgusted voice said, to which Jason soon felt the thud of a swift kick landing on the side of chest and jolting him a bit, but remembering his position he succeeded in remaining quiet.

Shifting above, Jason could tell that Maxi was sliding away from his father and to the far side of the box as he stammered noticeably in his speech. "I-I don't know...w-what you are...t-talking about" as the claws scraping along the wood was deafening inside the lacquered tomb. "You bought that doll for me...remember?" which only resulted in a roar that would make even the largest of elephants turn in fear, and a hard pounding on the box which Jason took to be the enraged father's fist.

At this point the dog recalled wanting to slap himself across the side of his face he realized that in their quest to hide him, they forgot to put the doll back in its container and left it out sitting on the bed, and thus must have been what the older lion was after when he crawled across the covers to reach for something. Jason remembered knowing that his cover was defiantly blown and it would only be a matter of time before they scanned the room and the rest of the house looking for him. "It's made at Doggy Dolls...why would I shop in that decrepit part of the country....filthy mutts" Nathaniel spoke harshly.

Maxi's voice shattered his train of thought as he shouted above his dad's constant growling. "I found it! I swear I found it outside and though it looked kind of cute...there's no one else here." But that hadn't apparently appeased the older lion as the sounds coming from outside the box began to worry Jason that something was going on. Deep, gruff hisses and loud thumps from a tightly clenched fist were accompanied by pitiful mewing and childlike purring. "Please dad...there is nothing in that crate....no, don't open it!" as the canine the heard a loud crash from off to his left as he noticed the pressure that had been sitting on top of the create had vanished, and he knew what was coming up next.

The canine's ears picked up the sound resulting from the fumbling of the lion's fingers with the clasp before he heard the creak of the top opening and a flood of bright light rushed into the box as he was momentarily blinded. And the next thing he knew there was a vice like grip around his throat and he felt himself being lifted out of the box and into the fresh air as he struggled to breathe against the massive paws on his windpipe. "And what is this then, just another doll?" Nathaniel screamed in to Jason's face as he swung him back and forth, his paws unable to touch the solid wood floor. "What's your name?" as the dog felt a large fist prod his chest.

"I-I meant no harm..." he coughed out as he slowly turned his head to view the room while suspended a couple of inches off the floor. The large lion holding him by the jugular was even bigger in person as the dog could easily smell his musk permeating his pajamas. He then noticed Maxi sprawled out on his back while a former pile of board games lay around him. Jason could see that the cub was somewhat dazed as he returned his look strait up into the large black eyes of the older lion and tried to swallow but could barely imagine to breath.

"Liar!" the graying male yelled into the canine's face as he snarled, his full grown and quite large fangs bearing down on the much smaller dog. "You came after my family, didn't you?....didn't you?....tell me now." But Jason barely got a chance to open his mouth to respond as he was flung into the air by the strong arm, landing with a thud against the floor, his back slamming into the computer desk right behind him as he howled in pain. He slowly rubbed the back of his head which had smacked into the arm of the office chair, his vision was a bit blurry from the hit to the back of his cranium. As his eyes began to refocus on the surroundings, he noticed Nathaniel advancing slowly on his position, leaning against the wall; his arms struggled to lift himself up, but being cramped in the chest so long had made them temporary stiff.

His head then shot to the side as he Maxi struggle to his feet, kick a few boxes out of his path, and quickly sprint to intercept his father. "Jason...get out of here" he shouted as he stood in front of the prone dog and blocked the larger lion's path with his body. The canine noticed the feline boy's tail swishing sporadically around behind him as he could tell his entire body was tense and nervous. "I said run....now!" the cub cried, his form getting ready to pounce and hold of the moving wall that was his dad.

Jason stared up in disbelief at the small lion stepping in front of him to become his shield as it seemed his father was just as taken back by the gesture. "Get out of my way!" the older male said as they both were stunned when Maxi simply shook his head defiantly, his eyes never leaving his dad's face. "A-are you going against the direct order of the head of your pride...and over a stupid mongrel to boot?" Nathaniel asked in a disbelieving tone.

Struggling to regain his footing, the canine stood up as he leaned against the red computer desk behind him for support, watching Maxi nod in the affirmative to his father's question. "Wh-what are you doing?" he asked shakily, his paws and legs suddenly buckling under the lingering shock of being thrown as he fell back to the ground, his face still pointed upwards to watch the drama unfolding around him.

Jason could never had imaged what had happened next that morning, as he saw the father continue on his direct collision with his son, a flame burning in his eyes. Then out of something he had never seen in Maxi, as the feline launched himself up and grappled on to his father's face as he made sure to cling as hard as he could, but the dog could tell that he wasn't hurting his dad, merely frustrating him even more. The older lion stumbled around a bit as he struggled to remove his son from his head as Maxi's tail motioned to the window in a pleading manor as if begging him to escape and run far away. But he simply couldn't as he sat there, his body still shaking from the first hit while his ears were being badgered with all the obscenities that the older man could yell. "What the fuck are you doing Maximillion?!?....I am your father....now you get the hell off of me right now!" as Jason watched him push against the younger feline's chest.

Watching in silent disbelief that the lion was latching onto his dad's mane as the grunts and growls continued from the pair. "No!......run Jason!" he cried as the dog once again managed to struggle to feet as he slowly shambled to the large picturesque window, drawing back the curtain to view his ladder still in place. "I said g-" was all Jason heard before turning around to see Nathaniel tossing his son on to the bed with a thud as he strode with a determined purpose, hot on the canine's tail.

"You are not going anywhere until I'm done with you" as Jason felt the tight grip of the lion's paw on his arm as the dog struggled against him. "Your kind have troubled me enough as it is...and I'm teaching you a lesson" as a sneer passed over his muzzle that made the canine shiver at the mere look of it.

"Leave him alone!" Maxi screamed as he jumped onto his father's back and pulled on the feline's mane as he motioned again for the dog to flee. Both lions' pajamas were dripping with sweat as they turned in circles, the older one trying to get the cub off of his back with little success. Once again Jason's attention was draw back to the window as he opened the hatch and shimmied the ladder up to the opening, turning back one last time to see father and son grappling with each other.

Franticly Jason fuddled to balance the ladder steadily on the grass more then two stories below as he heard screaming behind him. "Oh boys!" the father yelled into the air as less then a second later two large lions busted into the room and eyed the situation quickly. Within an instant they had thrown Maxi from Nathaniel's back and while one kept him pinned to the bed, the other and the older lion advanced steadily on the canine by the window. "Good job boys....always nice to know I can count on at least some of my children" he said with spite that he could tell was directed at his friend. As the two continued taking steps with Jason still struggling to get the latter positioned so he wouldn't fall.

Quickly adjusting to this new situation, Jason inspected the scenario as he now saw they were out numbered 2 against 3. For a moment he remember thinking that he had seen doubles, as he rubbed his eyes and looked out again as the two males got closer but found to his dismay that he wasn't. For it was then he saw that the two lions who had busted into Maxi's room looked completely identical to one another, and realized that they were identical twins. Each one was wearing the same outfit, consisting of a button down Hawaiian shirt left open to show off their very muscular chests and abs, along with a pair of yellow boxers that had palm trees all over them. "Awww...great" the canine muttered to himself as he edged up onto the ledge of the window sill and prepared to descend his way to the bottom and sprint for freedom across the vast sea of grass.

"Catch him Dean!" Nathaniel cried as Jason leaped for the window, feeling his arms pass through into the light but quickly falling short as a tight grip held his legs in place. "Good job" as he walked over and patted the lion on the shoulder while he restrained the dog from fleeing before turning to the other lion that was laying on top of Maxi and kept him pinned to the bed with Jason's eyes following his every move, "and Dan, you keep your younger brother here until I send someone up to relieve you of the position....meanwhile your brother and I will deal with the intruder until you arrive." As Jason felt another pair of paws holding his legs still, even though he continued to struggle in vain.

Fighting and struggling with his captors, Jason finally gave up on moving his legs as he used his paws to try and push off the restraining paws; that is until they too were held back by the massive feline paws of the father. "Let...him go...mrf" he picked up from Maxi as he swiveled his head in the direction of the bed, "he's done....nothing wrong...let go of him." But the dog could see the smaller feline was no match for his older brother as he was pinned face down into the comforters with his legs wildly kicking, but never able to reach the large lion sitting on his back.

"Say good bye to my son, Jason" Nathaniel said as he tossed the dog over his shoulder with Dean holding his legs still. "The next time you'll see him will be.....oh wait, that's right....there won't be a next time." The father's coarse laughter filling the room as the twins joined in. franticly Jason swung his head from side to side, trying to see any means of escape, his tail flailing sporadically while his fists pounded on the older lion with no effect. His gaze finally falling on Maxi, as he watched the cub lower his head in defeat.

Jason's dream was in a haze as he could recall the terror that he hadn't said enough to convince Maxi, that his words weren't enough for the lion to follow him. And that the penalty for failure was too great and leaving things as they were was not an option. He could recall warping his mind for words that would seal the deal and guarantee his victory, a phrase...any phrase that would strike to the heart of the cub. "I love you Maxi!" was what he screamed at the top of his lungs before he even realized that the words passed through his lips. He could see that everyone else in the room was as shocked as he was.

His paws stopped banging on Nathaniel's body as he felt his entire form fill with this doubt. Jason kept reassuring himself that it wasn't an option to fall in love on the job, especially if it was with the one person who his entire future and miss...But his train of thought was quickly halted with a loud booming growl from the male who held him aloft above his head. "How dare you!" was all Jason could remember of the phrase as his eyes looked up in time to see Dean's paw flying towards his face at break neck speeds, and colliding with his left eye dead on. Even in his dream the dog felt the sting that the hit left on him as his entire world began to spin, before he faded out into unconsciousness, with the last sounds being the bedroom door closing behind him and with Maxi crying inside his bedchamber as he felt himself descending the stairs to some unknown destination.

After some time Jason regained consciousness and slowly opened his one un-bruised eye as he took in his new surroundings. The light coming from the blinking bulb hanging above on its unsteady fixture was barely enough to illuminate the medium size room that he was now kept in. Out of the half window that was across from him, only a small stream of light leapt into the room that allowed him to guess that this room was mostly underground; giving him the impression that he was in a basement or wine cellar. The dusty floor was rocky and uneven under the soles of his shoes as he noticed that he was still fully dressed in his garments, the sweatshirt still smelling faintly of the Maxi as he took in his scent.

His eyes glanced around the sunken walls littered with shelves and cobwebs in just about every corner that he could see. The ground was filled with odd looking devices covered in rust, as small bugs scurried around them to escape what pitiful light entered their domain. Work tables and benches were cluttered to the brim with an assortment of objects ranging from power tools and spare car parts, to cleaning supplies and dishware. From his vantage point Jason noticed that there was no door or way of entry besides the small window, but when he tried to turn his head to see the rest of his current locale he noticed that his neck was restrained.

It that became obvious to the canine that it was a bit difficult to breath as he felt a tight wire mesh wrapped firmly around his throat. In his meager attempts to break free from his neck constraints, he ended up only wincing in pain as the thin metal dug into and irritated his curly neck; his locks of fur doing little to prevent or lessen the pain. Sighing a bit as it became apparent that Nathaniel had no intention of letting him, the captive, go anytime soon; he attempted to rise from his current seat and see the rest of the room only to discover that his limbs too were held back.

Grunting and sucking in his breath in an attempt to collapse his windpipe and allow as much maneuverability as he was going to get from his new secure collar to peer down at the rest of his body. He noticed large brown leather bracers, a tad lighter then his pelt in color, hold each wrist to their respective armrests. They were secured to the deep cherry wood of the chair by a large red stone that acted as a cuff and anchor for the apparatus. Testing his bonds slowly, he lifted each arm as high as he could, but getting less then an inch above the wood he figured that he was securely fastened to the chair at the current moment. His legs, after feeling the thick leather against his shins, were in no better position being strapped to the legs of the seat.

Jason simply let his body lay limp against his restraints, not wanting to waste useful energy in a task that obviously wasn't going to free him. His mind drifted back to his thoughts on that morning, the sheer nervousness about what his future held for him. And even though he had already lived through this once, he couldn't help but get reacquainted with those emotions as he heard from behind him the squeak of rusted hinges followed by the slam of a wooden door. He heard footsteps slowly cross till they stopped a mere couple of feet behind him, with Jason struggling in vain to turn his head and see who the newcomer was.

"So...you have awoken my boy" said the deep voice that the canine instantly knew to be Maxi's father, "are you ready for what's to come? We have a whole two hours together." As Jason felt the touch of the lion's paw against his right shoulder, giving it almost a fatherly touch before the dog felt the quick, hard slap of the padded paw against his right cheek.

Whimpering from the smack, Jason lifted his head as much as possible, with his eyes only reaching the lion's shoulder. He could see that the feline wore the same clothes he had merely hours before when he removed him from Maxi's room, and he guessed that Nathaniel had probably gone back to sleep afterward he had dropped him off here. "Wh-what are you going to do to me?" the dog asked in a somewhat trembling voice, through trying to keep as stern an attitude as he could muster.

The canine felt the lion's paws against the wire mesh collar as he softly cooed to the captured dog. "Seems my sons were a tad rough when they tied you up, weren't they?" as Jason felt him begin to unfasten the collar as he nodded. "Well apparently they weren't rough enough!" the feline shouted into his ears as the dog could barely yelp before the wires were pulled even tighter around his neck and quickly secured. Now heavily restrained, Jason found it hard to breathe normally, only being able to take in small gasps of air as the lines ensnaring his neck got ever redder and more painful every time he'd twist his head to better view the large male.

Slowly crossing in front of Jason's view so that they could stare at each other, the canine could see that the older male was certainly enjoying this, which of course made Jason cringe even more at what the future held for him. "Wh-why....are you doing this....to me?" he managed to cough out between small intakes of air, each one getting smaller and weaker.

The dog's brown eyes watched as the lion stopped pacing back and forth before him as he slowly turned and stared directly into the umber lenses before speaking. "Why, you ask?...for a simple reason my canine captive" his body now bent over the restrained dog as the large golden paws tightly gripped his muzzle. "I don't want my son hanging out with crud like you that he found in some street alley. He's a Cordero....and though that may not mean much to your kind...I will not have him soil his and my good name by being seen around with you."

Jason could recall from his sessions back, before all this ever started about the arrogance that the feline's showed, this must have been what they were referring to as Nathaniel continued on with his speech. "Like my father showed to me....and his father before that, the only way to prove something to a pride member...is through the use of your power and force. Now I don't know how your mangy, flea-ridden packs do it back at your camp, or village, or what ever hole in the ground you came from....but I'm willing to bet that with a couple of lessons from me and my....oh speak of the devil here they come now." The canine watched the lion's eyes flicker towards the door behind him as he heard the slam of the wood and the two sets of claws striking the ground approaching him.

The canine felt the breeze as both lions walked past his seat at the same time before walking over next to their father and standing on either side of him. Jason could tell the resemblance to the older male in a heartbeat as they both had the same smirk plastered on their muzzles. But not only were each boy similar to their father, they were exact mirror copies of the other as if the baby had been put into a copy machine. Nathaniel placed a paw on each cub's shoulder as one of them looked up admiringly at the senior pride member, "Hey dad...so I see our little puppy of a prisoner has finally woken up from his nap...he was out about an hour and a half."

Jason did some mental math and came up with around 9:00am for his current time, before returning his attention back to the three felines in front of him. He watched the other brother give the first one who spoke a small shove before speaking himself, "Dean's right!...so when do we get to play with his father? I've been reading up on some really interesting methods of tort..." as he was cut off by his fathers paw hovering in front of his face. The young man looked up and nodded to his father, but it was obvious to any onlooker including the strapped down dog, that he was simply hopping in anticipation.

Smirking down at the two young men on either side of him, Nathaniel gave a soft chuckle as he gave each of their shoulders a small squeeze. "Whoa there Dan, there will be more then enough time to play with Maxi's new...I mean old friend before we have to go." He gave off a small fatherly sigh as he looked over to Jason, sitting quietly in the same wooden chair. "Kids...they certainly keep you guessing" as he rustled each of the twin's manes gently, erupting small purrs from both brothers.

All the while the lion's were talking, Jason was trying to figure out what Dan had been cut off from saying as his mind raced with possibilities. "Tort...torte...torts....trout..." he whispered softly under his breath as it seemed no one else really cared. It was then as his mind suddenly clicked and his eyes went wide, "torture..." he spoke aloud as he watched each feline's gaze return back to his face. Horrifyingly, he watched each lion's head slowly nod, each having a sinister smirk across their muzzle and a twinkle in their eyes.

The canine watched as Nathaniel walked ahead of his sons till he stood not more then 3 inches from his seated body. "Seems you aren't as ignorant as the rest of your mongrel brethren" as Jason saw him motion to his sons with his tail. Turning his head as much as possible with the tight wire collar around his neck, he could see each brother walk behind him and stand at either shoulder. "You seem to be a bit too comfortable...Dean, Dan....would you be so kind as to relieve our visitor of his sweatshirt?"

Jason shook his head vigorously as he began to whine loudly, "no...no please no...please." He then felt the sons' claws tighten around his shoulders and the points dug through the blue fabric and the undershirt below that as they came in contact with his flesh and pelt. The canine threw his head back as far as it would go and let out a howl of pain from the claws in his shoulders as he heard the ripping of his hoodie being torn along the seams. And after a few moments, the shreds of his once nice sweatshirt were in a pile behind him. Himself remaining seated in only his white t-shirt and jeans as he could feel small drops of blood leak out from his shoulders and stain the once pearly white shirt.

The canine's eyes refocused as he could see the father's face get suddenly flushed, "shut up!" he screamed as Jason felt a paw smack him across the face. "Do you want to wake everyone up?...it took forever to get Maxi back to sleep after your little stunt" as his gaze turned to the shreds of clothing on the floor, "burn it."

Nodding simply and responding in unison, the twins replied a monotone response of, "yes father." Jason meanwhile watched from his seat while Dean picked up the rags and followed Dan to a large hole in the wall and pressed a small button on the nearby console as the door opened to reveal a raging fire inside. Jason instantly remembered realizing that this was the furnace to the house as he watched the remains of his blue sweatshirt, with the hood and the "K-9 Swiss" logo, go up in flames before they pressed the button again and the valve closing only partially this time. The boys then returned back to their posts behind him as he could hear their collective snickering.

"Why did you do that? What purpose did that solve? Do you know how much that cost?" the dog inquired at rapid speeds, barely noticing the tightening grip that Dean and Dan once again applied to him. "How could you just..." but was interrupted by a loud shriek coming from his own muzzle as the felines' claws dug into his flesh again. This time their target was on the upper part of each arm, and turning his head slightly, Jason could see the red splotches on his shirt form from catching his spilt blood.

Growling, Nathaniel once again stepped closer, "you just don't get it...shut your damn mouth!" this time giving Jason a hard punch in the chest. The canine would have doubled over in pain as the breath was knocked out of him if he wasn't strapped to the chair. He felt a small dribble of blood appear the corner of his lips, but never took his eyes off of the man that stood in power over him. "Come over here boys" as the elder motioned with his paw to one of the cluttered tables, "and help me make our young friend here a tad less comfortable."

Scampering to his side like frightened kittens, Dean and Dan nodded to the directions whispered into their ears as they soon began rooting through the muddled table. Soon they had assembled a couple armfuls of seemingly random junk and laid it all down in a pile a few feet from the Jason, making several trips back and forth to different tables before they went back to their posts. "Wh-what are you going to do with that stuff?" the canine asked woefully as he felt himself, chair and all, being lifted into the air. His sharp ears picking up the metal scraping of something being slid across the cracked pavement floor before he was lowered back down.

The older feline simply ignored the canine's question as he once again motioned to his sons on another task. "Now, the next step is to remove his shoes....so get on it. Dean you take the left and Dan will take the right." Jason watched, as without sighing or complaining, both boys hopped to their task as he felt the laces on his sneakers slowly loosening before each shoe was pulled off and tossed to the side. "Socks too" Nathaniel staid sternly as the curly brown fur of the footpads were exposed to the morning air. The socks on the other hand were carried off back to the furnace and chucked in with reckless disregard for the canine's feelings.

An instant shiver traveled up Jason's spine as he realized that the metallic sliding was a pan of some kind and that his feet were placed inside. His toes ran around as much of the metal surface that they could reach, still being restrained to the chair as they were. But the canine's ears picked up a sound that....to him was surprisingly absent, which was the clinking of his claws against the surface of the metal. Horrified his eyes show over to either paw and tried to extend his sharp feral instruments as he noticed all that came out were mere stubs of cartilage. "You....you cut my claws?!?" as a sudden feeling of utter helplessness draped over the younger male like a freshly cleaned bucket of linens.

"Yup!" nodded Dean quite enthusiastically as he pulled a small pair of nail clippers from the waistband of his boxers and tossed them into a pile of junk on a far table. "Remembered to get all four paws too....couldn't have to trying to maul us now could I? Sorry to say...but you won't be a threat to anyone anytime soon." Jason's ears falling to the side of his head as his gaze lingered a bit longer on his paws, as though willing the nails to grow.

"He's such a smart strapping young lion isn't he?...Makes my heart fill up with pride when I see what Adonises these two have turned into" Nathaniel said with genuine fatherly pride in his voice. "Now Dan, go get that container of bleach out of the wash room and bring it here won't you...we are about to give Mr. Jason here a soothing foot bath." The pride leader then turned to the other twin after seeing that Dan had gone off on his task, "Oh, and Dean....while I do think his current situation would be suitable...I suggest we simply take some extra precautions."

Apparently the lion got whatever his father's meaning was as Jason saw him kneel down by his feet, before he felt himself slowly angled back till the chair was balancing on its two back legs; the pads of his feet in plain and unobstructed view. Pain suddenly rocketed from the canine's feet as fast and forceful pricks from the feline's claws were giving shallow cuts to the soft and tender pads. Once again, more yells and whimpers escaped the dog's muzzle as his ears picked up the return of the other lion, "I got the bleach father....now what?" Dan quipped

Through the small film of tears that dripped over his eyes, Jason could still make out the fire and rage seen in the older male's eyes as he growled at his son, "forget the damn bleach....go grab me some rope. And Dean, I need to make sure this dog keeps his fucking muzzle shut." The dog watched as Dan nodded quickly and set the bottle down near his father's feet and hurry off to one of the tables, and after rummaging through it for a bit and finding no rope he scurried off to the next one and there, after a few moments, returned with a short length of twine. All the while Jason felt the other twin clamp his large paws over the his muzzle and hold it tightly shut so that only small pitiful whimpers could escape.

"P-please..." was all Jason could manage to get out between his tightly shut lips. He then received another punch into his gut, causing him to cough a bit more before he felt the twine slowly loop under his muzzle. Realizing that he was going to be stifled from making any other attempt at sound, he shook himself violently to escape before Nathaniel motion Dan to come over and help restrain the canine along with his brother as the he continued with the encircling of his muzzle in string. Jason could barely watch as he saw the dirty twine tightly go around and around his muzzle in a crisscross pattern as the rough material chaffed against the sensitive flesh underneath. But in a few moments it was over, and all three lions backed up to admire the rope muzzle that bound the dog's maw together and ended in a small knot right over his nose.

Nodding slowly, seemingly pleased with his work, the elder lion pointed once again, "now my sons...Dean you restrain our muffled guest, while Dan....if you would be so kind as to begin pouring the bleach into the metal tin...I think up to the top of his ankles should be enough." And Jason watched in helpless terror as his muted whines made little sound coming from his restrained muzzle as he saw they lion turn the cap and mockingly wave the canister in front of him before slowly tipping it over and pouring it into the metal bucket below.

The canine's eyes went wide and blank at the same time as his feet felt like they were being drenched in searing hot magma just from the first touch of the chemical against his fur. Jason instantly began to shed tears of agony as the acid in the chemical began to sear the tips of the brown locks on his tightly wound pelt. And the substance rubbing against his newly formed cuts, reacting with his blood and tender flesh to produce such a flame of pain that he could remember hoping that he would pass out. But to no such luck he simply sat there as the liquid was continually poured till it reached about an inch above the cuff of his pants before it was halted. The singing flames tickled up Jason's legs as he shook with pain from the acid and irritation it was causing his newly formed cuts on the bottom of his paws. His eyes watering as he still managed to squeak out a small "s...st-stop it" as the rope tightened around his muzzle, thus adding to the burning and rubbing sensation.

Through his squinting eyes, Jason managed to see the band of lions simply huddle before him and talk as though this were an ordinary day, only catching a few times, their eyes glancing in his direction. As time passed, still a constant wave of whimpers, squeals, whines, and murmurs escaped his muzzle, even though it was tied together with think industrial twine. And the rough material of his bindings began to rub violently against his tender muzzle, thus only adding to the reason of his discomfort. But even through the ropes, his high pitched whining filled the room as he shook the chair back and forth in an attempt to get his now enflamed paws from out of the acidic solution. His ears finally registering sound again as he could make out on the boys grumbling, "what are we going to do dad?...he just won't keep his fucking mouth shut."

Then a booming voice came from within the group, though Jason could easily tell that it belonged to Nathaniel, as he watched him shift his sons aside rather harshly and glare at the canine. This of course only making the dog squeal a bit louder as he stared back into the unwavering eyes of the older male. "I..." the father said sternly as he took several steps towards him, "just..." now with the lion standing directly over him, "don't..." now with the shadow over Jason's eyes he couldn't make out any detail or actions, "know!" the older male screamed in his ear as Jason felt a clenched paw connect with the left side of his head. The sheer power was enough to send the dog, chair and all, into the air for a few mere seconds before it came crashing down to earth a couple of feet away. The metal bucket in which the flaming chemical was kept in, spilled all over the floor as the dog could hear the tumbling of the cold metal against the uneven stone from when his feet had kicked it.

Jason saw stars from the hit as he fell towards the ground and landed with a loud thud against the cold tile floor. Hearing the scuffling above, he figured that the twins were now attempting to restrain their father. His eyes then slowly turned and focused on his injured feet; first noticing the now white hems of his favorite black jeans as he envisioned trying to explain to anyone what the heck happened to him. The once soft and flexible pads on each paw were now sore and still stung when he flexed his toes, causing the canine to grimace each time pressure was applied to the singed muscles. The newly formed cuts still tingled as the remains of the bleach drained from his body and it began on the slow and laborious process of healing. And even though this dream was a mere figment of his subconscious, he still felt the acidic residue over his stinging paws and smelled the toxic fumes of the chemicals.

"Calm down Dad!" both boys said in unison as one...Dean he assumed spoke above the other. "I got an idea as a way of teaching that bastard to shut the fuck up...Dan go right the dog back up as I relay my idea to father..." as whispered mumbling then ensued. Instantly not liking what ever idea the son had, Jason weakly struggled against his bonds, but only caused his feet to scream in pain, his wrists to ache, and his wires around his neck to constrict even more. As he let out a small sigh from his encased muzzle, he felt paws grip the back of the chair and under the seat as he was placed upright back in the same spot, still facing the same way as Dan took his spot on the left of him. The canine's ears still ringed from the hit and the following fall onto the floor as he simply watched the two lions mutter more, turn to face him quickly and grin, then go back to mumbling before nodding briskly as Dean took his place on the other side of Jason.

Looking back and forth between the two mirror copies on either side of him, Jason's attention was then stolen by a hardy laugh coming from Nathaniel, which of course made him instinctively whine softly. "I have to say that my son has certainly got some of my genes in him....because boy do we have a treat in store for you mutt. And I have to say it's quite an ingenious way of training you to keep that big muzzle of yours shut." The big lion nodded again slowly before grinning, "you know this idea calls for a celebration....how about some wine?" as he got an affirmative from the two other lions in the room. "Good...Dean, Dan...get two bottles each from the wine cellar and get your tails right back here....oh and bring three glasses too."

Jason stared questioningly up at the remaining lion in the room as he made a muffled attempted at speech, "phree?" before whimpering more. He held his head low as he stifled more whines from having the metal mesh dig further into his neck, making the already sore spots cry out in agony from the constant pressure of the metal. The canine wiggled his nose a bit to get the smell of the bleach and the singeing fur from his nostrils, only to cause the rope around his muzzle to shift and rub against the tender flesh.

"Yes, three....and don't worry, all your questions will be answered as soon as..." as both males picked up the sound of the returning footsteps to the room followed by the creak of the hinges on the old door. "What do you know, here they are now...got everything I asked for boys?" Nathaniel asked as he looked them over. Nodding swiftly each boy held up a bottle of wine in each paw, while three of the paws dangled glasses from their claws. "Good...good, well pop the cork on each one and pour yourself a well earned drink...same for the dog."

Each boy looked curiously at their father as Dan asked, "but what about him?" motioning to Jason. "He doesn't have a glass....how are we supposed to give him a drink?" as he obviously wasn't filled in on what ever the father had in store. But that was quickly reminded as the twins were motioned over to by the elder, as Jason could see him whispering into the youths' ears, each boy nodding in response. The huddle soon broke as the canine watched Dan go around behind him and felt the firm grip of his paws on the back of his head, preventing him from turning what limited amount he could.

Dean soon approached holding a bottle of wine as he gently wiped the dust from the label and stuck a claw into the cork in order to yank it free from the neck of the bottle. "Prepare for a drink.." the feline said with a sneer as he flicked the cork from his paw into the corner of the room and place the rim of the bottle to Jason's lips. The dog instantly became nervous and tried to move away but the other brother's paws griped him tightly as he shivered from the cold glass against his moist lips. He noticed the boy turn back once towards his father, and after getting a slow nod he proceeded to force the opening of the bottle into the canine's maw, "drink it all up now" he cooed

Jason felt the cold liquid begin to surge into his mouth as he struggled to get away from it, for he knew that being drunk certainly wouldn't help his situation. The dry, crisp taste of grape filled his senses as he whined in response, but the sounds only immerged as gargled whispers. Drip by drip the intoxicating substance fell down his throat and filled up, not only his chest but his lungs as well, causing him to gag. Before long, he could not swallow any more, though that certainly didn't stop the wine from flowing out as it began to seep forth from his bound muzzle. Coughing and sputtering, excess wine fell from Jason's maw and ran down his chin to drench his neck in the grapey syrup, as he felt his tight curls become sticky and clump together. The chilled fluid continued it's downward path as it began to be soaked up by his t-shirt, which formed a large purple stain on the front of his chest.

Though he was fighting to expel as much wine from his body, he could still pick up the rumblings from the laughter of all three feline's around him at his predicament. "Stop. That's enough Dean..." the older voice said abruptly as Jason felt the rim of the bottle being removed from the edge of his lips and placed on to the floor somewhere out of the way. Instinctively he coughed out as much wine as he could get out of his throat, expelling it to the ground before him as drops landed all over his jeans and now heavily stained shirt. "Now to began a new plan...Dan, Dean...if you would, his pants please" as the canine felt the lion's grip on his head disappear as four paws began travel around the waist of his jeans before finding and popping the metal snap.

Now partially inebriated, Jason didn't even resist as he felt his tight black jeans being slid down his legs. Heck, he was too far gone to even make an escape attempt when the boys quickly undid his ankle restraints to pull off his jeans and toss them behind them before re-strapping his legs back to the chair. Jason felt the grain of the wood press against his bare thighs and legs, shivering from the briskness of the air in the cold cellar. The canine shivered from the cold as he whimpered a bit from the exposure. "Now father?" Dean asked before he got an sinister grin from his father and Jason felt a paw tightly grip his left leg.

Pain shot through his leg as a claw gave him a deep but small scratch across his thigh, just under the rim of his boxers. Instantly whimpering from the pain, he only received another deep gash over his fur. "Again" Nathaniel kept saying over and over as it took at least 25 more cuts before Jason finally was able to keep his whines inside him from the wounds. "It's working already..." the older feline commented as a couple more wounds were given to his legs just for insurance.

The canine could feel the streams of blood dripping down his legs as his vital fluid leaked froth from each wound. Without even realizing it he whined again from the sheer discomfort before he was reminded of his mistake by two gashes once again to his left leg. "I want to try now" Dan whined a bit before his brother pointed to the opposite leg to which he gave a couple of his own scars to, causing Jason to buck a bit in his chair. His legs screaming at him for being so stupid as three more cuts were sustained before the lions backed up next to their father to see the damage they had done.

"He seems substantially trained for the moment to keep himself quiet" the father said as he his eyes looked the dog up and down. "Now let us put that to the test shall we...Dean, find my a razor or cutting instrument. There must be one around here in one of these piles of crap." The boy nodded quickly as he moved off to the nearest table and began shifting through the random crap before pulling out and electric razor and handing the small machine to his father before running back with the end of the cord and plugging it in to the near by socket. "Good...Dan take this to his hair" handing it to him, "while your brother will stand ready at his legs" as each boy followed their orders.

Before the lion even got into his position behind the dog, he wined softly as a silent tear slid down his furry cheeks. Though it wasn't soft enough as he felt a scrape across his leg and winced as another trickle of blood streamed down his pelt. "Such soft hair you have....not any more!" as the feline hit the button on the razor and the small wiring began a few moments later. Jason tried to catch a glimpse of his locks falling to the floor as he felt the coldness of the vibrating metal blades touch his scalp.

Within a few moments and with a couple more gashes later, Jason heard the razor finally shut off as he shook himself as much as possible to get the remnants of his once layered hair off his chest and body. "Let's stand back and see our product so far" Nathaniel said as both boys nodded and went and stood by their father as Jason felt the glare of all six eyes upon his disgraced form. He lowered his eyes in shame as he saw the extent of the gashes on his leg ands saw that they were in the pattern of tally marks and reached all the way to the knee on each leg so far; though he could feel that the scars went all the way around the limb.

The males in front of him went back to mumbling again before they all nodded in unison and once again the elder pride member simply hung back as his sons slowly approached the strapped down canine again. "Dad said his shirt is next" Dean said as he glared towards Jason with a sneer. "Don't try anything or I swear to god...you will wish we had cut your legs off..." as he nodded to Dan and they slowly un-strapped each arm from it's bracer to the chair. Before the dog could even respond, they had slipped his stained t-shirt from his body and simply left it on the ground by the chair and then re-strapped his arms back into place as he was now bare-chested.

Sniffling as he was even more exposed to the three overbearing lions, as he was no only dressed in his sky blue boxers that had little clouds on them. His eyes were about to shed more tears until he felt a sharp sting across his right leg and a loud, "No crying either!" was screamed into his ear by Dan. The feline then took the electric razor from the waistband of his shorts as he flipped the switch and placed it to Jason's chest as he grinned, "seems you still haven't learned your lesson...maybe this will do the trick."

Jason's eyes watched as the cold blades of metal brushed against the tip of his soft curls, easily slicing off the points of the pelt. "N...no" he gasped through his tightly bound lips before he was quickly sliced by a scrape across his left leg by Dean's claw. So now forced to sit still and muffled, the canine watched in forced silence as the razor began the slow process of shaving his once fluffy chest and turning it to a bare pink flesh. Slowly, and with each pass of the wiring instrument, Jason saw more of his once luscious and tightly wound pelt falling from his body and landing in piles on his lap and on the floor below. And after about 7 minutes, Dan shut the menacing instrument off and tossed to the floor under his seat as he and his brother took an couple of steps back to admire the bright pink chest.

The dog's eyes were able to look down at enough of an angle to see his own chest rise and fall with each labored breath he took into his exhausted lungs. The cold air blowing over his exposed chest made his entire body shutter as the elements began to ravage his body already. And as his form shook to try and keep warm, small goose-bumps could be seen along his chest as his nipples began to get hard from the gusts of air circulating around the basement floor. "I got an idea.....children, take your place by his legs and get ready to dull your claws" Nathaniel said with a sneer as he went over to the partly open furnace an grasp at one of the pokers, turning the coals within as sparks launched from the enclosure. Jason then watched as he set that instrument down and instead pick up a pair of metal tongs as he reached in and took one of the red hot coals from inside as he walked slowly towards him, thus making the canine gasp and murmur; which of course, made several more gashes appear on his leg.

Jason said a silent prayer as he felt a heavy paw grab each ankle and restrain his legs from even wiggling as the tip of a claw was placed just under the last set of scratches on either limb. His eyes fluttered up to the older lion slowly advancing with the fiery coal clasped in the tongs he held. "Now done look so worried..." he said as soothingly as he could muster, "this will only hurt....oh, a lot." Suddenly he was standing to the left of the dog as he towered over his son Dan who sat hunched over beneath the hulking form of his father. "Get ready to feel the burn!" he said with a coarse laughter as he placed one side of the scorching rock on the canine's left nipple only slightly.

To Jason, it felt as though someone had pour gasoline all over his chest and set it ablaze with a simple match, and even though it was a mere figment of what had already passed, the pain was as real as though he were there again. His mind willed his body to wake from his comatose sleep, but knowing that the feat would be impossible as he was quite a heavy sleeper. So once again tears began to fall from his eyes as loud whimpers were squeezed past the bonds that held his muzzle shut, even though that only resulted in more pain to his already beaten body. And once more did the scratches come with great speed, as though each boy held a ticker in their hard that marked every sound and transferred it to the counting system now in place in blood upon the canine's legs.

But all his ears could pick up was the subtle sizzle of his own chest, the smell of brimstone filling his nose as he felt the coal being removed as quickly as it had come. Yet the agony was only to repeat itself as Nathaniel leaned over the dog's body and placed the coal on the other nipple, as though trying to make a matching set on the canine's shaved chest. His muffled screams filling the room, as he simply couldn't emerge from the nightmare that was his past. And once again Jason felt the ember removed and the sinister chuckles of the twins who were just finishing up on their latest additions to the canine's legs. "Boy, you got him good father" Dean said in admiration.

"Yeah...I did, didn't I?" not even bothering to wait for a response as he stared intently at Jason's face. His eyes registering every line of pain, every crease of discomfort, and each path a tear took as it rolled down his curly pelt. "I just the feeling that...some thing is missing. You what it must be...I'm not a fan of symmetry, so lets just make this a bit more interesting." The scene then repeated again and again with the elder lion placing the flaming material on different places all over Jason's bare chest, erecting multiple whimpers, whines, and muffled cries of agony from the dog before finally tossing the used up coal off into the corner of the room.

Through blurry eyes, Jason watched as Nathaniel simply tapped each son on the shoulder to hurry up with the remainder of the marks they had to lay down along the brown pelt of their victim. He could feel the blood running down his legs as he began to get a tad lightheaded from the massive fluid loss, his vision getting even fuzzier as he struggled to keep himself focused on the three males in front of him. His chest heaved as he leaned forward as much as he could, not even minding the constriction around his neck anymore. But through all the distractions of his body wailing in pain, Jason still managed to hear Dan's words, "But we still need something permanent, at least a punishment that will endure far longer then any of these current injuries."

Nodding slowly, the pride leader pet Dan's head in an affectionate manner, "you know...I believe that you are right. And I have just the thing, but if you don't mind I'd like to do this one personally just to get the point across to that bastard." Nathaniel then looked up to Jason, "that okay with you?....good." After cracking his knuckles a bit, the sound echoing throughout the room, he began looting through the back tables before seeming pleased with his find and holding the objects behind his back before looking to his sons. "Well...take off his boxers, this is going to be a very personal touch" he spoke with a sneer as he turned away from Jason and began fiddling with whatever junk he found a few moments before.

Without even asking, both of the twins stepped forward and unclamped Jason's legs from the chair with a snap. Not even having the energy to fight back, the dog watched as his limp limbs were held by one of the boys, the other placed his paws at the waistband to the only piece of modesty Jason had left and began to tug it down harshly. The material scraping over the fresh wounds, causing a soft whimper to escape his bound muzzle and a gash to appear on his leg before the boxers were off and tossed to the side as his ankles were strapped back in and he sat there, naked and ashamed. "It's done Dad!" both cubs said in unison as they simply stared a few moments at the naked canine in front of them before breaking out in giggles at his lack of clothing.

Silently sniffling, Jason cast his gaze downwards to his bare crotch as he saw his sheath laying deflated again his bare chest, the tight brown fur a deep contrast against the bright pink stomach. His sac was hidden from his view by his severely scared thighs and bruised legs, as his could recall fearing just what the older male might do to his doghood that would be permanent. But regardless whatever the punishment, he certainly didn't want to stay around for it as he tried in vain to once again break the bonds that held him to the chair, and again being unsuccessful. The canine's face looking towards the older male as he stepped past his sons and stood right in front of him, "You know...I considered making you a eunuch...but I decided against that. Even that's a bit too extreme for your offence to my family."

Somewhat partially relived that he wasn't going to be come a memberless wonder, but still Jason was on edge about just what the lion had in store for him and his sheath. The canine noticed that he had shifted the object behind his back so that it was only supported by his left paw, thus allowing his right paw to be free. He closed his eyes, not wishing to see whatever Nathaniel had in store for him as he gasped suddenly through the rope restraints on his muzzle as he felt a tight grip encircle the base of his sheath. A couple more tight squeezes followed soon afterwards as Jason opened his eyes to see the older man almost tickling his sac and inner thighs. Instinctively he thrust his pelvis forward into the heated paw as he let a weak moan escape his closed lips. "Hold him still" the pride leader said in a stern voice as he saw the head of the dog's member just peak out, apparently getting him just as excited as he needed him to be.

Nervously glancing to his right and left as Jason saw Dean come up on one side an hold his thighs slightly a part and perfectly still. Dan one the other hand came up on the opposite side and placed his paws on the canine's shoulders to brace the dog should he try to escape. Sweating profusely, Jason watched as nothing was said and the father simply pulled out this single handheld device made of metal, rubber, springs, and a large sharp spike positioned on the front. The metallic gun looking object was placed next to his sheath as the lip of the furry covering was placed in the gap between a flat, cold piece of metal and the intimidating metal spine ready to skewer him, hovering only centimeters above.

The lion then pulled back on a rip cord like apparatus as the machine began to heat up with whirs and grunts of the gears working with each other. A small clink was heard as a substantially sized metal ring was dropped from somewhere in the contraption to the readying station right next to where Jason's sheath was being held hostage. With his finger on the trigger, Nathaniel motioned to his sons to begin restraining the canine from any sudden movements, as he fiddled with the final calibrations and the minute details; making sure that everything was lined up. Without saying anything, the elder lion stared directly into Jason's eyes and the canine returned the glare, and at the moment he pulled the trigger as the barb descended into the dog's sensitive flesh like a white hot spear piercing leather.

Jason convulsed as much as he could, being held down by the two lions as he was. A high pitched whimper escaped his tightly restrained lips as he felt the spike pull out of his flesh after making it's hole and Nathaniel tightly gripping his sheath to make sure that he didn't loose the spot. The added pressure was only increased as he felt the coldness of the metal ring being slid through the new opening and being clamped shut and secured. "Have to make sure it doesn't fall out" Nathaniel said with a gleam as the dog felt the ring in his sheath beginning to getting hot. He then realized that the lion was fusing the two ends together as an even more unyielding bond that would prevent any conventional method of removal.

The heat only increasing the discomfort as the older male finally releases his sheath, it now hanging down to cover his sac from the sheer weight of the added piercing. Murfing a bit at the change, Jason peers with daggers in his eyes up at Nathaniel who simply tosses the odd contraption behind him onto a junk filled table. The lion raises a paw as if about to speak before he is interrupted by a voice from outside the room. "Nathaniel...get that ass up here now and get dressed!!...we are going to be late to the wedding....it's already 10:45AM" an obvious female voice screamed.

Staring angrily at the ceiling, Nathaniel responded with a loud growl, "alright Seria...I'm coming damn it! So hold on a moment." As he then returned back to his calm self and gave a sneer at to Jason. "Never get married boy....I love her to death I do, but that lioness can be a true harpy at times." The elder lion then nodded to his sons as he walked out of Jason's view and opened and closed a door somewhere behind the canine before his footsteps disappeared into the distance. A small sigh then escaped his clenched lips as he tried to relax as much as he could after all his body and mind had been put back through.

"Don't relax just yet mutt" Dean said in a sneer as he adjusted his position and stood up on the right side of the dog. "I think me and my brother here would like to teach you our own lesson....wouldn't we Dan?" he ask casually. His paws running along his chest as he his fingers nimbly begins to take off his open button down shirt before letting it drop to floor. Now clad only in his yellow boxers, Jason was eye level with the feline's large bulge as he cringed, knowing what ever they were going to do was not going to end well for him.

Turning so he could see the twin on the other side of him, he saw that Dan was in the same state of undress as his brother was. "Indeed I would...are you thinking what I am thinking Dean?" though no audible answer was given that Jason could pick up. Switching back and forth rapidly, his eyes saw each twin slip one of their paws inside the waistband of their boxers as the other began to slowly pull on the fabric until it slipped down their sculptured legs. "Are you ready to do the Cordeo Twins eruption?" obviously this was not their first time doing this to a prisoner.

"is there a time were I'm not ready?" Dean said with a smirk as the lion timed his movements with that of his twin's. Jason watched in horror as with such timing that a stopwatch would be impressed, both boys lowered their boxers to revel their ample lionhoods to the damp air of the basement. They both removed their paws to give the dog a clear view at what they had to offer, their hips jutting out a bit to push their packages even closer to his head. Most likely from all the touching they gave themselves, each member was about half way out of the fuzzy golden sheath that surrounded the base. Their sacs were hanging low, full to the brim with seed he suspected, as they gave themselves a couple more stokes of the paw.

Hissing slightly, as that was the only sound Jason could make with his muzzle restrained, "d-don't..." he whined. But either not hearing him, or more likely not caring, the twins continued with their rubbing as each one of there feline members slipped all of the way out of their sheaths and stood pointing skywards. The canine estimated in his head that they had to be at least 10 to 11 inches of throbbing feline pride each. His ears picked up small purrs that the lion brothers let leap from their mouths as they got themselves quite excited.

The brothers then took on a new stance, as they leaned closer and placed their right paws on the left shoulder of the other male. It was then that their left paw reached over and gripped the other's member and began pleasuring his twin's malehood. Leaning his head back as far as he could, Jason's eyes were shocked as they could just make out Dean and Dan leaning their faces towards each other as they kissed passionately. They continued like this for several more moments as the tempo to with they wanked the other off increased and they began purring into each other's mouth. Not wanting to see the outcome, Jason lowered his head and closed his eyes, sitting in darkness he could hear the animalistic feline growls as he figured both boys had arched their backs and the end was only seconds away.

Mere moments later, Jason felt hot splashes of what he accurately guessed was lion seed fall on top of his head. Not really wanting to count the number of spurts in total, he lost count after 6, his mind more concentrated on his shame and humiliation. Silent and tearless sobs came from his eyes and muzzle as he felt the sticky substance drip down over the remainder of his hair and sides of his head. The musk of both males filled his nose as he finally opened his eyes to see the brothers wiping off their obviously sticky paws with his once ivory white shirt then tossing it behind him. They then both returned and got dressed in their pajamas before dragging their claws over the ridges of his ears, creating small cuts that the dog winced at.

"Just to add insult to injury" Dean said as he lifted up the tossed blue boxers in front of Jason's face before setting them back down on the floor. He then had apparently found some sort of gunk to step in as the canine watched him jump up and down all over the fabric, creating black paw prints to cover the once bright white clouds. The lion then just tossed the boxers aside and gave a smirk to the dog. "See you upstairs Dan...I have to go take a shower and get all this canine smell off of my pelt before it sets in" and with that he was gone the same way the father had left.

Now left alone in the cold basement with only the one twin, Jason sighed a bit as he tried to concentrate that these hours were almost over. "And just to add injury to insult" Dan said as the canine felt a tight paw grip the base of his tail and hold it there for a good minute or so. he then let out a muffled howl as the lion gave a hard yank before finally letting go and stood there behind the male in silent supremacy. "Dad said not to go anywhere...so don't bother trying to move....you bastard" and with that Dan pushed the chair over as it landed with a loud thud on the floor, taking Jason with it. Afterwards, just like his brother and father before, Dan simply walked away without a glance backwards as Jason lay there on the cold floor.

After hearing the footsteps vanish behind the closing of the wooden door, Jason finally began to cry and whimper as he lay there on his right side, still attached to the chair. Without all the others to concentrate on, the severity of his wounds finally sunk in as he recalled laying there for a good ten minutes simply sobbing, whimpering, and whining from his massive injuries. Afterwards his one good eye opened and began looking around the room, determined to escape this nightmare basement as it focused on the tossed electric shaver placed mere inches from him. Figuring that that was his only mode of escape, he used his last remaining energy to shuffle the chair and his body the short distance till it was lined up with the leather strap on his right arm that bound him to the chair.

Jason tapped the on button, and after a few miss tries as he heard the motor roar into life and the metallic blades begin to shift back and forth as he maneuvered the leather restraint next to it. He watched in massive interest as the razor edges slowly cut through the material. A small yelp followed as the razor nicked his wrist, but that pain passed quickly as his arm was finally released and free from enslavement. Moving quickly, his paw grasped the still on razor before dropping it and pain as his arm was stiff and not as flexible from all the hours of sitting still. Slowly, he attempted the feat again and managed to grip the razor, this time he but the blades next to the leather band around his left wrist and cut through that in a matter of seconds.

Next, his paws moving as fast as they could, they reached behind his neck and fiddled with the clasp of the metal wire mesh that had been digging into his skin for the past 3 and a half hours. Hearing the small clink, slowly he removed the collar, along with some of his fur, and tossed it to the side as he took in his first deep breath; his chest searing as it expanded with the burn marks still on it. Painfully, he bent himself down as his paws gripped the razor for the last time and cut through the anklets binding his legs to the chair. And once these were gone he fell from the chair and laid chest down on the cold floor as he closed his eyes and thought.

His entire body burned with different times of fire, some a slow constant fire like his legs, and other a quick spark or flame like every time he took a breath into his chest. After more time being spent just wallowing naked on the floor, he raised his paws and undid the knot on the rope that was his muzzle. Wincing as he pulled the ends free and un wrapping it tenderly from around his bruised lips, he could feel small rivers of blood from the overly pressured tender flesh as he tossed the twine away once it was all off. Hesitantly he traced the marks with a finger before yelping in pain and deciding it's far to raw for that kind of treatment. It was then he remembered having thought of his next plan of action, he had to get out of that place.

And Jason knew that in order to complete he had to stand and walk, so very slowly and articulately he pulled his legs under him as he moved into a squatting position. He placed his paws on the edge of the chair as he slowly began to lift up till he was in a hunched over position. His paws then released the wood as he stood up strait, but only for a moment as his legs buckled under him and he crashing back to the stone floor below. Crying, but not giving up he repeated this process two more times with the same result before on the fourth try he managed to lock his legs and stand there. Gazing around the damp room, his eyes focused on his remaining clothing as he mental chose the quickest path to reach all of his belongings.

Shuffling around, his paws still burning from the bleach, his fist step was his soiled boxers as he didn't even care about the paw prints at the moment. Leaning against the closest wall, he managed to lift up each leg and slip it through the leg hole with only minimal wincing. Pulling it up his thighs was a different matter as the waist band scarped against the numerous cuts and then he had to shift his sheath a bit in order to fit the large ring inside. The next item he retrieved was his stained shirt as he slipped it over his head and pulled it over his shoulders and the upper part of his arms as he located his black jeans, now with the white cuffs as he slowly began to head towards his only remaining garment available.

After multiple failures and struggles, Jason managed to button the top and zip up his fly as he then easily found his shoes, which were under a table as he put those back on and was almost ready to leave the room before he remembered something in his pocket and took out a folded sheet of paper, reading the headline to himself. "From the head desk of P.O.O.D.L.E." as he then looked up and repeated aloud as if to remind himself, "Paws Opposed to Oppressive, Destructive Lion Establishments." Of course...how could he have forgotten the reason he was here, his eyes lingering a bit in thought before snapping too again.

He then read lower as his paws gripped the paper. "Your mission, Agent Heartbreaker is to stop the Cordero wedding at all costs" as he sighed a bit, hoping his words had been enough to give Maxi a second thought. But he knew there was more and read further, "the second part of your assignment is to bring the young lion to headquarters for interrogation and to assist in the secret underground war against lions and other felines alike." Now this was were the canine had his doubts he could recall thinking, how could he use this boy....the lion...against his own race for their selfish terms. "But that is what my job is...I have no choice" he said softly before shaking his head, "yet....those words I said back in his room...do I...can I....should I.." his voice wavered.

The doubt was swimming in his head as he skipped the rest of the front side and turned it over to the back where the large red letters reading "Warning" stood out at him. "Note..." he read out loud again to himself, "should you fail or choose to side with the enemy of all canines, Agent Heartbreaker, we already have a replacement we have been watching closing to take your place. And we feel you know him very well...almost like brothers your could say." Jason's head nodded softly, having read over that line many times before, "Heck" he whispered to himself, "not like....they are talking about going after Ryan." And with that his mind was closed, he had no choice...no option...he had to go through with his orders no matter his personal feelings. Figuring that it was too dangerous to carry around the scrap of paper, he tossed it into the still open furnace and watched it burn up into ash; before turning around and going through a wooden door on the other side of the room that was originally hidden from his view.

From his good memory, he recalled the Cordero house schematics and realized that he was now standing in the garage on the west side of the house. His paws felt the walls of the room until he found a light switch and was dismayed to find all the vehicles already gone. "Shit..." he said with a rash of failure in his voice, "they all left for the wedding, and I have no ride...I have to see this through." His eyes scanning the room as he saw a bundle of something hidden under and old blue tarp in the back. Lifting the material he saw a somewhat used orange beetle with some paint chipping off. "Apparently they were trying to fix it..." he said soundly as he propped the door open and got it. "Lets just hope they got the engine done" he spoke nervously as he easily hotwired the old car and used a nearby screwdriver for a key as he heard the engine start.

Not even bothering to open the garage door, figuring that no one would be home to hear him; Jason floored the gas and rocketed through the wooden material with a crash and set off. The cold wind was blowing through the still semi-open windows as his entire body convulsed. He fiddled with the heat but got nowhere as he began to shutter and shake from his lack of protective outerwear. But suddenly he seemed to be getting...warmer, as though there were these arms around him. His mind slowly sizzled out from the dream as he cracked his eyes open and was back in the dingy bedroom on the ratty mattress and the filthy sheets. As his one good eye traveled around, he saw above him the shape of the Maxi just finishing scooting into bed beside him and wrapping his arms around Jason as he had slept.

Deciding not to startle the lion, Jason remained still and pretended to sleep until he heard the small purrs of a lion drifting off to slumber. The golden paws still held him tightly around his waist as the two naked males slept under the same blanket. Their intentions different, their missions a complete opposite, but there feelings the same as Jason slowly fell back into the comforting arms of both Maxi and sleep. His last thought before going back into the whimsy world of dreams was what the morning held for the pair whose bodies were right next to each other, but whose minds and hearts could never have been farther apart.

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