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12.

"It was so weird, sir. They chanted in some language I didn't understand, prayers to this one they called the two-faced god and some to this half feral lizard thing they called called Anak. Then their priest told a story, or I guess you'd say it was a parable, but I didn't get. Maybe you had to be there from the start."

Dimitri smiled and shook his head. "I meant the sex. What happened with that?"

"Oh." I was a little disappointed Dimitri didn't want to hear about my first close encounter with religion since I was a pup, but maybe the noisy cafeteria wasn't the place for philosophical discussion. "The sex..." he'd want to hear everything, and there was no sense hiding anything from the tiger.

"It was weird, too." His eyebrows arched, urging me on. "Weird good, though. Tox has a thing for furries." I told him everything that happened, how I felt about it all. I'd never had a relationship where I was this open. Granted, it wasn't my choice, but it was still an interesting turn of events for me.

Dimitri thought quietly for a moment. I was unsure if he was trying to imagine the scene, or just chewing his lunch. "I don't know about all that. That sort of treatment could spoil you. Do you think you need a reminder of your place with me, pet?"

I bit my lip. I might have been too open, telling him how amazing it felt to be an object of worship. "N-n-no, sir," I squeaked. "I'm happy being your pet. I, I was just saying that Tox was weird for doing that crazy stuff."

Dimitri laughed at my sudden reversal of opinion. "It's all right, boy. I was mostly joking... but it is hard to resist skipping the Yard and taking you back to the cell to show you who really worships who. But you'd get all pissy over having to wait another day to hear what those alpha dogs said."

I laughed nervously, wondering who he thought I was to ever have the nerve to act pissy around him.

"Plus I can smell the lizard on you.."

I lifted my arm, taking a quick sniff. I don't know what he expected when we're only allowed one shower a week.

We finished our meal and I followed Dimitri out to the Yard. Seeing Hash, Vince and Greg waiting for me made me smile. If I didn't think about how Vince and Greg were waiting for Dimitri, so they could talk over how I could be whored out more efficiently, I could almost pretend they were my friends.

Hash was the only real friend I had in here. Maybe the only real friend I'd ever had. Since my arrival, not one one of the fuckers I lived with had called, visited or sent a damn letter to me. It hurt. Those were furs I thought liked me, yet when I needed them... Fuck it. I was getting used to being hurt.

"Dimitri!" Vince shouted. "There's the tiger I've been waiting for." He met us a few steps from the door and put his hand out. Dimitri, as typical, was unimpressed and did not reciprocate. Vince shrugged off the rudeness and continued his warm and enthusiastic greeting. "You got my note, right?" he looked at me, "Ellie, how are ya? The date with the raptor go well?"

"Uh, yeah. It was fine." I felt a sting of guilt at enjoying my last job. Like I was somehow cheating on Hash, which I knew was ridiculous, I knew I was confusing the basic kindness the coyote showed me with love, but it didn't matter to me. Guilt was another thing I was getting used to constantly living with.

"I've got some awesome news," Vice said, returning to Dimitri. He looked around at the furs trickling out from their lunch. "Let's go somewhere a little more private."

As Vince turned away, I stole a look at Dimitri. He was not going to follow. Vince soon noticed this too.

"What's the problem?" Vince asked.

"Whatever you have to say, say it here and let's get this over with."

Vince's one ear flicked with annoyance. "Ok. But you're gonna wanna have a little private conference with me once you hear how much this'll benefit you."

"Me?" Dimitri raised an eyebrow. I took a step back, recognizing his growing impatience could turn violent. "Did you involve me in in something?"

"No, no," Vince put his hands up, urging the tiger to calm. "Well, not exactly. See, the Alphas were not happy with Piter, and when they wanted me to take over the Pack business in H-Block, they asked if I had anyone in there that could handle things... and I might have let your name slip." Vince flinched as Dimitri took a step towards him. "I meant that you'd watch out for Ellie, but then they told me everything I'd be taking over, and I think some wires got crossed-" he jumped back.

Dimitri swung just a fraction of a second too slow to catch Vince as he backpedaled.

"Fuck! Hold on! Just let me explain!"

I looked around for any guards. I could only see one, but he wasn't looking at us. The problem was that inmates did notice. Dimitri didn't take another swing, but eyes were already upon us.

"I swear it'll be worth it, just hear me out." Vince noticed the explosive potential of this situation too. He was talking in a low soothing way. "You can always say no... just keep cool, you wanna start a riot?"

Dimitri rubbed a hand over his muzzle and mutter something that sounded to me like "fuckin' dogs," which I would have taken offence at, but given the circumstances...

"I swear to God," Dimitri said to Vince, "if this is anywhere near as dumb as I think it it is, I'll kill you." He started off toward the relatively neutral middle of the Yard, away from the territories claimed by the major species.

Vince and Greg followed close behind the angry tiger. Me and Hash fell behind a little, giving us a chance to talk.

"Hey," Hash greeted me quietly. "How are you?" Something about that coyote could really settle my nerves.

We exchanged pleasantries as he slowed down further, putting a good distance between us and the others. He knew what I really wanted to ask and mercifully put an end to the suspense. "So, the Alphas are pissed at Piter, not exactly because of what he did to you, mostly because he doesn't bring in a lot of money, but they are pissed none the less. They wanted Vince to take over your cellblock. The dumbass," he looked to make sure Vince didn't hear that, "said that he could get Dimitri to be his muscle over there."

I laughed. "Can he talk Dimitri into that?"

"He might have enough money to throw at him," Hash shrugged. "If he puts off paying all the other furs he owes. The important thing is the Alphas told Piter not to mess with Vince's crew."

I smiled. Mostly at the huge weight I felt lifting off me, but partly because I was part of Vince's crew. I know Piter did threaten me through that messenger in the cafeteria, but I was still feeling safer than I had before. It was like I wasn't on my own now.

Dimitri, Vince and Greg stopped, finding patch of the cold dead grass that was secluded enough for their talk. Me and Hash stopped also. In our own little world, Hash was actually interested in what the Primeist's ceremony was like, and I listened to him talk about his attempts at building a roach trap out of things he and Vince had in their cell. He was explaining his plans to make his own money by racing the roaches he could catch, saying that the boredom in here could get so bad, inmates were willing to gamble on anything just to have some excitement. Roach races sounded like a cool idea to me.

Vince interrupted us. "Hash! Get your ass over here." Hash smiled apologetically and ran to Vince, leaving me alone. I looked around the Yard from the vantage point of this new location. The middle seemed to be the domain of outsiders, outcasts and furs of species not present in great numbers. Maybe Dimitri was making a point, that him and Vince working together went against the grain of segregation that was expected, endangering both their social standings. A deep and subtle commentary on the futility of our prison politics. Or, knowing Dimitri like I do, it was probably just the direction he was facing when he started walking.

It suddenly felt colder after about ten minutes, and I pulled my jacket tight. Was I supposed to stay here by myself, I wondered. I was just as much affected by what they were discussing, right? I looked around again, maybe I should move closer just to stay safe. Standing alone out here made me look like an easy victim. As casually as I could, I strolled toward my companions. Vince was talking, pausing occasionally to prod Hash into saying something. Curiosity was taking hold of me like a strong current now. I hovered around the fringe, like an awkward fur at a party, trying to follow what was going on.

"Yeah, I said to keep me in the loop," Dimitri said. "But I did not mean I want to play these stupid games."

Vince threw up his arm with an exasperated sigh. He smacked Hash on the arm, cueing coyote to keep negotiating.

"With your reputation, you won't have to do much of anything. In essence, you would be getting paid to not deny... partnering with Vince," Hash said to Dimitri.

"Working for me," corrected the tactless Vince.

"He means partnering," Hash insisted to Dimitri before turning on Vince. "Partnering spreads the risk." That Dimitri would never accept working for anyone, especially a canine, was conveyed with Hash's look of perplexity at how Vince could be operating a criminal enterprise and be so inept at dealing with anyone. "And it's not just the weekly cut of the take, think of all the fringe benefits," Hash said to Dimitri.

Whatever Hash had been telling Dimitri must have been working. The tiger was no longer on the verge of ripping Vince's head off, and was now only mildly vexed.

"Fringe benefits?" Dimitri and Vince asked simultaneously.

"Access to the merchandise, use of the Pack's connections, um..." Hash looked to Vince, hoping the wolf would help sweeten the deal.

Dimitri shook his head. "If my pet wants to play these stupid games with you, that's one thing, but none of this is worth my getting involved."

"Damn it, Dimitri," Vince shouted. "This whole thing depends on you watching over operations for a couple of weeks. I'm trying to get some of Piter's gang on my payroll, but you have to give me some time! At least go along with me for a little while!"

I drifted closer. It was like having an out of body experience while on the operating table, hovering just outside the notice of the surgeons responsible for your life or death. I couldn't do this anymore. I needed to regain some measure of control over my fate. I couldn't end up just another piece of meat, an ethereal thing, traded between furs like the flu.

"Television." Dimitri and Vince stopped talking. It took me a moment to realize I'd said that out loud. "Sir," I addressed Dimitri, "what if they could get you a bigger TV, or, like a really good set of headphones, wireless?" It didn't escape me that I had no idea exactly what I negotiating for, I was acting out of a desperate primal instinct, knowing if Vince couldn't deliver what the Alphas wanted, Piter would be back to running H-Block, and my life would become an even darker nightmare than it already was.

Dimitri hummed in interest. "I have the only television model the commissary carries. Can you get me something bigger?" he asked.

"Uh, I-" Vince started.

"Not you," said Dimitri, "I'm talking to the 'yote."

"High quality wireless headphones. I know we can get you that." Hash ignored Vince's wounded ego, his eyes locked on Dimitri's. "I'm not sure we can get you bigger TV for your cell, but if you have one in your block's common area, the Pack can arrange it so you choose what channel it's on."

"That, and the money you promised, deposited weekly into my account?"

"Yes."

Dimitri looked at me, validating what were only half formed thoughts at the time: I really did just influence my fate. I acted out of instinct, and fear, but I did act. It was a liberating feeling.

"I'm not doing anything that conflicts with my schedule," Dimitri stipulated. If I wasn't holding my breath, I might have laughed. I hadn't seen Dimitri's schedule deviate from working out, fucking and watching TV.

"Of course," said Hash.

Dimitri folded his arms. The corner of his lip twitched and I knew he'd already made up his mind. But a narcissist like Dimitri always had to make a show of it. "Get out your knees and ask me one more time."

Hash dropped to his knees without a second thought, ready to debase himself.

"Not you," Dimitri said. He pointed to Vince. "You, wolfy. Show me how much you want me to partner up with your mangy ass."

Vince's jaw dropped open. "You can't be serious."

Dimitri was entirely serious. Vince had an ego almost as big as tiger's, it would be painful for him to be humiliated like this. I was going to turn away, but then I remember that this was the same jerk that made me strip naked in a freezing shed before he fucked me. I hid my smile and watched, determined to savour this moment.

Vince growled with annoyance and tossed his coat on the ground, "fuckin'... lucky I... don't," Vince's muttered annoyance trailed off. "There," he sank to his knees. "Happy?" He started to rise.

"I said to ask me," Dimitri still kept up his serious facade, but I could tell he was having fun with this.

"Dimitri-" Vince started to complain.

"It's 'sir,' when you're on your knees."

Vince's fur bristled but he dispensed with any further complaints, rushing to get this over with. "Sir, will you partner with me to run Cellblock-H?"

"'Please?'" suggested Dimitri, his smile beginning to show.

Vince was blushing. I never thought that was possible, given his lack of modesty when he made me cum for him. "Please," he whined through teeth gritted in a forced smile. "Sir, will you help me out?"

Dimitri laughed deep and loud. "You dogs are alright, as long as you know your place." He looked at me, "what do you say, boy?"

I knew my opinion didn't matter and that he was only asking to further embarrass Vince, but I played along anyway. "It sounds like a good deal, as long as he hurries up and gets you the headphones he promised, sir."

Vince scowled at me. "I'll get you the headphones by next week..." he sighed, "sir."

Dimitri couldn't contain his joy anymore. "Alright, Vince. We've got a deal. I don't think it'll work, but you keep up your end and I will keep Cellblock-H under control."

Vince hurried off the ground, glancing around to see how many furs might have seen him kneeling to a tiger. He brushed down the fur that bristled over the back of his shirt collar and put his hand out again. This time, Dimitri accepted the friendly gesture.

***

Dimitri and me were leaning over the railing overlooking Cellblok-H's common area. We had some time to kill before the guards escorted us to the showers. I watched the scene below with a mixture of horror and fascination. Every few minutes Jake would come sliding out of Piter's cell, writhe in pain on the floor, somehow find the strength to pull himself up and go back into Piter's cell.

Dimitri shook his head. "I told you, this isn't gonna work."

Part of Vince's expansion meant he would have sole rights to the canine prostitution resources in Cellblock-H. I learned those resources consisted of me and Jake. And from the sound of Jake's wailing and begging for Piter to keep him, he was not taking the news very well. Not that I could blame him. He saw me and Dimitri the way I saw Piter.

"Maybe I can talk to him, after he calms down, sir?"

Dimitri grunted noncommittally. "If you want to."

The block's new guard, a smooth looking seal, sat on one of the tables watching the show too. Not knowing the sicking backstory, he was able to laugh his ass off at what he probably thought was a lovers quarrel. Even if it had been, I thought the guard was an asshole for not putting a stop to it.

Piter's number two, Max, came out from below the walkway. I slunk back from the rail out of residual fear. The tattooed wolf was holding the shaking red fox by the back of his shirt. With a violent toss, Jake was launched towards the stairs. Max shouted something at Jake and the guard burst into another fit of laughter, almost falling off the table.

I couldn't watch anymore and turned away. Jake had spent every day I'd been here serving Piter and his gang, and getting pimped out to who knows how many furs. Yet an Alpha out on the Yard says he belongs to Vince now, and he's instantly cast out? I hated Piter more than anyone I'd ever known, but how could he be so evil to Jake? The fox never complained, barely spoke from what I could tell, always did what he was told, no matter how disgusting, and that counted for nothing?

I stared at the wall, thinking about how illusory loyalty was in this hellhole when the guards radio crackled.

"Line up, you dirty fucks. Shower time!" the seal shouted.

As we stood in line I kept trying to spot Tox. My time with him was a happy blur, but I'm fairly sure I told him to to bring me something for the off-the-books honor of blowing me. The memories of that still made my legs weak. But this wasn't as selfish as it sounds. I was sticking with my plan to save enough tradeable items to buy that bag of really spicy chips for Hash.

After the second time a guard yelled at me to stay in line, Dimitri moved me in front of him, saying I needed to settle down. I felt like a pup getting scolded, but it worked. I wasn't going to disobey him. Well, not if I would get caught, anyways.

The line moved, soon we reached the counter where the prison staff dispensed the clean uniforms. I watched as the several furs in front of me got theirs without incident. When it was my turn I gave the staff behind the counter my sizes, and yet again, they did not have them. As they handed me the too large shirt and pants I had to ask, "do you guys even carry my size?"

"Yeah, but they get claimed pretty quick," said the sheep who handed me the clean uniform.

"Is there some kind of a way to reserve one of the smaller shirts? Because this sort of-" Dimitri pushed me along before I could look into filing a complaint.

"Just tuck the shirt in," Dimitri grumbled.

Jackass, I mentally fired at him. The interminable halting procession continued. As we stepped closer I turned around. "Sir?"

"What?" I tried to get a read on his mood. Ambivalent, maybe? I would chance asking his indulgence.

"When we get in there, can I, you know, like last time?" I fumbled.

"Give me head? Sure."

"No, I mean, yeah, I can do that but I meant-"

"I'm just messing with you. Yeah, you can shower with me. We're going to need to work on your sense of humor," he said with a laugh.

I forced a smile and a wag of my tail. I'll work on my sense of humor after you work on that nasty habit of forcing your cock down my throat.

My internal grumbling was silenced when I caught a glimpse of yellow feathers bouncing into the showers. Tox was here. If I hadn't been thinking with my dick at the time, I would have worked out how we were going to make the exchange. As it was now, I was relying on the raptor handling the matter.

When the guard waved us into the tiled petri dish, I made a show of placing my clean clothes on the end of a bench, hoping Tox was watching where I put my stuff. Of course I immediately hoped he stopped watching as I stripped off what I was wearing. Dimitri was watching, and he seemed to like what he saw. He nodded towards the showers and I followed him into the steamy room.

I still didn't have a pair of flipflops, I reflected grimly with my first step and watched the floor to avoid the worst of the filth. Someone knocked into me as they brushed past, taking my mind off the unsanitary conditions. I kept my balance and was about to pick an ill advised fight when I saw it was Tox walking by. He smiled, showing off his teeth, his eyes focusing on my nethers. I kept walking, watching the raptor over my shoulder. He walked over to the bench where I left my uniform. From the towel wrapped around his waist he pulled out a blue pack of mints, holding its cylindrical packaging to his lips. I watched his amazing tongue coil around it, shuddering at the memory of what he can do with that appendage. As hot as his little show was getting me, the more analytical part of my mind couldn't help but wonder if that would devalue its trade worth. Yeah, I would still be watching him even if he started using the mints as a sextoy, but then I might have to insist he get me a pack that hadn't been-

"Pet!," Dimitri growled.

Shit, I didn't realize I'd stopped walking. I turned away, my lustful thoughts left behind, and ran as fast as I could without falling.

"Sorry, sir," I said as wedged past him into the safety of the stall, draping my towel over Dimitri's on the hook. The warm water drenched my fur. I turned my back to the spray and Dimitri pushed a bar of soap into my hands. I smiled, "thanks."

Dimitri put his arms on low walls of the stall and shook his head as I touched the soap to my chest. "Me first, pet."

I nodded, swallowing hard. I wasn't afraid he would snap my neck if I didn't do a good job, he wasn't in that kind of mood, what I was worried about was that I would enjoy the task. I needed the distance I mentally kept for my own well being. Whenever I started enjoying myself, I let things slip that I shouldn't.

Fuck it, it's not like I had an option.

I rubbed the soap between my paws, getting a lather, before tentatively running my hand over the wet tiger's chest. I wasn't a sculptor, but feeling the hard muscles under that beautiful fur made me know what attracted some artist to that medium. I kept glancing at his face, looking for any sign I was doing something wrong, but that soft smile just encouraged me to explore with my hands.

He held out his arm, giving me a new area to soap up. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning. It was like he was carved from marble. Dimitri hurried me along as I became lost in my oh so pleasurable chore.

"You need to move a little faster if you want time to wash yourself."

"Sorry, sir." I sank to the floor and started stroking his legs under the soothing rain from the showerhead. I knew it was humiliating on several levels, but I'd never been given this kind of chance to feel up such a perfect body, male or female, without gallons of alcohol being involved. Dimitri tensed as my hands started working closer to his cock. I wondered if I should hold off on soaping that up until after I blew him. The taste of soap was not very appealing.

I stood back up so I could get a better view of his abs as I washed them. Before I could get into that, the sounds in the showers changed subtly. I swiveled my ears, searching for what was different. The sudden loud sound of wet fur slapping into the tiled wall was enough to even draw Dimitri's attention. I craned my head around the tiger and gasped.

A bull, not quite as big as Dimitri, but still substantial enough to pick off any unprotected smaller furs, was shoving a wet, red form into the wall, yelling something I couldn't make out over the rushing water. The bull slapped his victim, getting a few peals of laughter from his sadistic audience. I recognized his victim.

"Sir, that's Jake," I whined to Dimitri. Word must have gotten out that he was no longer under Piter's dubious protection.

"I know," Dimitri said. He turned back to me.

I looked up at the tiger, my soaked fur giving a real boost to my latest attempt at puppydog eyes.

"What? It's not our business," Dimitri growled.

"B-but, sir, Vince said-"

"Don't bring that wolf up."

"You're all Jake has now," I pleaded. "Can't you save him?"

Dimitri stared hard at me, but I held his gaze. My eyes wide with fright at the danger of pushing Dimitri too far, but I owed this to Jake. I couldn't let him go through this again. "Please, sir. You're his master now, too, he'll be forever grateful. A-and I know how much of a fair and protective master you are. You'd never let that happen to one of your pets." I dropped to my knees again. That was the first time I called him master. I prayed he wouldn't make me start calling him that now that I planted the seed.

Dimitri stared down at me, then growled and ran his hands through his wet hair. "Fuck!" he rumbled as he stormed off across the showers.

I stood up, moving just beyond the jet of water, but even without the spray, the acoustics were too poor to make out what Dimitri said. He pulled the bull off the kneeling Jake, unflinching at the palpable rage of the bull. Dimitri shouted something that involved the phrase "my bitch," and dared the bull to swing at him. It was a tense few seconds as I held my breath, but as the bull back down I exhaled, amazed at what I witnessed.

Dimitri showed no change in demeanor as he roughly grabbed Jake by the hair, pulling him to his feet and dragging him back towards me. I jumped back under the water, my heart hammered in my chest, did I go too far?

Dimitri stopped at the stall next to ours, I could hear him clearly.

"Fuck off," he yelled at the startled ferret who'd just been evicted. Dimitri left Jake there and came back around the wall, looking pissed. "Happy?"

I put on the biggest smile I could, concealing the fear that threatened to explode my heart, and wrapped my arms around the wet, soapy tiger. "My hero," I proclaimed, nuzzling into his side. My pulse didn't slow until I felt a slight easing in those steel cord muscles of his.

"Yeah, yeah. I think you owe me a blow job," he huffed.

"Yes, sir!" I cheerfully got to work.

How Dimitri could switch gears from violence to se so fast concerned me a little as I licked over his stiffening member. I was still shaking. As much fun as I was having touching this pinnacle of tigerish masculinity, I couldn't see getting back into the- I stopped mid-thought as something cold dripped into my hair. I looked up to see Dimitri pouring out one of the travel size bottles of shampoo the prison provided.

"I didn't tell you to stop," he said. I went back to sucking. "Close your eyes so you don't get anything in them."

I was rather touched at his concern. Dimitri was such enigma, I thought. One moment a hairs breath from killing me, the next... He started working shampoo into my scalp, while my head bobbed over the length of his dick. The therapeutic touch of his fingers and the caress of the falling water was enough to quiet my mind, focusing my whole world onto what what in my mouth.

I always loved showers.