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"This is your fault, you know."

Inside a dank, scummy cell, a very clearly irate wolf paced around the room, arms folded across his chest. The bright orange fabric of his prison jumpsuit made the blue of his fur stand out quite readily, his brown eyes shifting from side to side. The jumpsuit didn't do much to mask his heft, either; the wolf's sizable belly protruded out quite noticeably, his ample backside straining the fabric ever-so-slightly behind him as well. The wolf's pacing stopped for a moment, and he turned to face his accomplice as he replied back.

"My fault? Fenny, need I remind you that YOU'RE the one that tripped off the alarm back at that bakery?" shot back a smaller-looking fox sitting on the pitiful excuse for a bed they were supplied with. The fox's coat blended in much better with the orange of the jumpsuits then it did the wolf, the fabric still snug over his body, though it was clear that the fox was in better shape then Fenny was. The cot creaked loudly as the fox stood up, his arms also crossed now, though a bemused smirk on his muzzle betrayed the fact that, unlike the wolf, the fox found this whole situation a bit entertaining.

"You were supposed to warn me about the traps, Rik! How was I supposed to know the alarm was there, you were in the other room!"

"In the other room, grabbing the money. Like we discussed in the plan. Not in the front of the shop, grabbing pastries."

"T-they were expensive pastries! We c-could have sold them, maybe..."

"Not when you were storing them in your mouth."

Fenny looked like he'd been punched in his well-cushioned gut, cheeks flushed red. He knew Rik was right, but he wasn't ready to verbally concede. Instead, the wolf huffed loudly and sat himself down on his own cot, it's loud, metallic creak of protest echoing through the cell. The plump wolf huffed loudly, arms still crossed, gazing up at the smug fox. He opened his muzzle to shoot back a rebuttal, but after a few moments of hanging open, nothing came to his mind, and he quickly shut it. His eyes fell forlornly to staring at the floor.

"Oh, come on now Fenny, don't be like that..." Rik said softly, walking over to the wolf and giving his shoulder a pat, "We'll find a way out of here. We always do." The fox flashed the wolf a grin, making the wolf chuckle and shaking his head despite himself.

"Forever the fucking optimist..." the wolf murmured, still unable to hide back a small smile as he stood back up.

"That's sort of the spirit." came Rik's reply, giving the wolf's paunch an play pat. "This place is very old, obviously...I'm sure we can find some way out of here....the window, perhaps?" The two's gaze fell upon the little window, thick steel bars blocking the way through, though even if they managed to pop them out, it was still incredibly small.

"Not unless you've had a secret past as a contortionist that you never told me about," Fenny remarked back, shaking his head, "And you know full well I'd never get my shoulders through, let alone this." He placed a paw over his midriff, giving a soft sigh. "Fucking pizza, man...sneaks up on you. One day you're jogging like a pro, the next, you can barely walk two flights of steps without losing your breath."

"Or fit through windows."

"Shut up."

Rik snickered, knowing full well Fenny was still a little sore (figuratively and literally) over their little failed heist. It had been his idea, of course; sneak into a rather popular bakery at night, nab the cash, and get out. Easy money. Except after having barely managed to squeeze through the little window at the back with Rik's assistance, Fenny had found the front end of the shop too tempting a target, and started eating pastries, cakes, and other sweets. Of course he'd tripped the alarm. Of course he, being just bit more stuffed then before, had an incredibly hard time getting back through the window. The police found Rik in the back, perched precariously on a counter-top, face and shoulders jammed against the ample rump of a wedged wolf, legs clawing at the tiled wall for purchase. The overly tight cuffs didn't sting so much as the officer's laughter when they saw the sight; they'd have a hell of a story to tell to their buddies, at least.

The wolf wandered aimlessly about the cell, footclaws clicking against the cold concrete floor. A few minutes of this passed, before the wolf walked over to the sink, an ancient pedestal sink, the white porcelain long since stained a gross, yellowish shade, feeling parched. Turning the knob, though, emitted only a squeak; not a drop of water emerged from the tap.

"You have to be shitting me..." Fenny muttered under his breath, trying the other knob with the same results. "So we're supposed to drink rainwater or something!?" he shouted, this last indignity seemingly the straw that broke the camel's back. He stormed to the opposite corner of the cell, hands clenched, before turning back towards the sink. Rik watched, understandably backing away as Fenny rushed over and kicked the sink in frustration.

Then watched in amazement as the sink teetered, wobbled, and fell over, shattering. Fenny stood there, dumbfounded, any anger he had suddenly washed away by fear.

"....uh...I'm not going to have to pay for this, am I?" Fenny murmured sheepishly, looking over at the fox...who wide eyed, a big grin on his face. "....what?"

"Fenny, look!" Rik exclaimed with glee, pointing to where the sink had been. The reason for the lack of water was now apparent; where they piping would have been at the base of the wall was completely gutted, a small tunnel roughly dug through the wall. The sink had done such a good job of concealing it that the wolf and fox had no idea it'd was even there.

"Jackpot!" Fenny squealed in glee, getting down on his knees to clear away shards of the sink away from the opening, Rik hunching down to examine the tunnel. It seemed to go on for a fair distance, but there was a faint light at the end, so it there wasn't a dead end or anything. Near the start of the tunnel, where the concrete gave way to earth, there were a few pieced of broken cutlery; whoever had dug this tunnel must of had been at it for a long time, if thats what they used to get through. However, they must of also been a fair bit more lithe then the wolf and fox, for the tunnel was very snug looking. Not quite as bad as the window, but not far off.

Fenny quickly realized this as he returned his gaze to the opening, giving it a proper look. For a moment, the wolf looked utterly crestfallen, but a sudden look of determination replaced it. Rik was too busy examining the tunnel opening to notice Fenny stand up.

"Its small, but if we can somehow hide this again, we can try expanding the tunnel more...maybe a few weeks? A month or two perhaps, if we have to use-" Rik began to think aloud, turning to face Fenny....and found the wolf in the midst of striping his suit off. He trailed off, eyes falling over the pudgy wolf's grey-furred gut, blue love-handles, and snug boxers. He stared for a bit as Fenny struggled with the suit a few moments longer, finally pulling free from the pant legs. "F-fenny..." stuttered the fox, clearly taken aback, "...w-what are you doing?"

"Getting outta this dump." Fenny replied quickly, getting down on his paws and knees, head pointed towards the narrow aperture.

"B-but you're too...uh, the tunnel is too small! We can make it bigger!" Rik stuttered back, eyes inadvertently falling on the wolf's grey-furred paunch, jiggling a little as he crawled closer to the tunnel.

"And spent months digging it out? How would we hide it? A pile of broken sink shards?" Fenny shot back, motioning to the pile of debris that was the old sink. "Fuck that. I'm getting out of here tonight. Join me if you want, just try to keep up." With that, he lunged forward, teeth barred like a feral wolf leaping upon it's prey...

And promptly lurched to a halt, his chest crammed in the tunnel, blue-grey pudge billowing up around the sides of the tunnel opening. The wolf remained still a moment, the fox just staring incredulously at the sight. The wolf's gut wobbled a bit after the jarring stop, his backside sticking up at a bit of an angle. The snug boxer-briefs were, thankfully, keeping the wolf somewhat decent, but they were so incredibly taught that they left nothing to the imagination; his two doughy buttocks were clenched, legs spread a bit to either side, feet upturned to the ceiling. The slightest hint of his package could be spied between the wolf's rather large thighs, before he quickly closed his legs upon realizing his situation.

"For fuck's sake...." came Fenny's very-muffled reply, tail batting about to either side irritably. His rump flexed again, feet digging against the floor as he tried to push himself forward. The grey-furred gut pressed firmly against the base of the tunnel, puffing out like a water balloon, his cushy lovehandles squishing against themselves, little blue rolls pinching against the concrete. Inside the cramped tunnel, the wolf was in near total darkness, his girth completely blocking out what little light was inside the cell. Teeth bared in a pained snarl, he stretched out his arms, fingertips trying to find something, anything to get purchase, only finding moist dirt.

Rik could only stare, eyes locked on the undulating backside of the wolf, the boxer-briefs straining to contain Fenny's plump cheeks, which wriggled and flexed as they tried to move himself forward, with no success. The tunnel was just too small, the wolf too plump.

"Stop staring at my ass and push, dammit!" came the irritated shout from Fenny, who knew full well Rik would have been starting. The fox snapped out of it, crawling over behind the wolf, still unable to keep himself from staring. It wasn't just the way the wolf's ass wriggled and swayed, buttocks jiggling ever so slightly with each failed lunge forward. It was the deep, muffled grunts, heaves, and strained whines the wolf was making, only partially audible through the fat, furry cork lodged in the opening.

"O-okay....hold on a moment..." Rik replied back, gulping once before hesitantly putting his hands up above the wriggling rump. He took a deep breath...then another....then slammed his palms down, one for either ass cheek, gasping sharply as he felt them sink against the pudgy flesh. Fenny, too, gasped a bit, but grunted loudly as he lurched forward rather smartly, a few of his pinched love-handles getting crammed into the tunnel. The flustered fox let his fingertips sink against the wolf's ass cheeks, savouring the way the fabric-clad buttocks squeezed between and around them, bulging out around his paws as if he were kneading at a balloon full of gelatin. Cheeks flushing, Rik took a moment to gently squeeze as each mound rhythmically, a soft murr escaping his throat.

"W-when you're done fondling my ass...I'd appreciate a push!" Fenny shot back, his out face getting a little flush. He very much enjoyed the attention on that part of his body, but he was also trying to be mindful that there weren't any other...'obstructions' inside the tunnel. Cheeks flexing as he pushed forward with his feet, the wolf took in a deep breath, sucking in his gut as much as he could. Rik, feeling the wolf's muscles flexing under the pudge of his ass, took the cue and heaved forward, putting as much strength into his push as he could. The fox's arms flexed and quivered, a deep, strained moan escaping from his throat, the wolf meanwhile panting and wheezing between grunting, hands flailing for purchase inside the tunnel, trying to get his paunch past the infernal opening.

It worked. With a pained yelp, Fenny lurched forward, his hips banging painfully against the edges of the tunnel before they passed inside. The rough, carved-out concrete dug roughly against his sides and hips, shredding part of his already-abused boxer-briefs, but the cramped wolf managed to worm his way a little further in, getting to the much more forgiving dirt tunnel. It was still incredibly snug for the poor wolf, but at least there was a tiny bit of give to the tunnel walls. Rik peered in as his partner's footpaws slipped in past the opening, taking a glance over his shoulder towards the door of the cell. He had found it odd that, even after the loud crash of the sink, nobody had been by yet to check what the commotion was about. The fox tried to put the thought out of his mind, and turned back to the tunnel, grinning a bit as he followed the wolf in, admiring the view.

The progress was incredibly slow going, needless to say. Even with the slightly softer earth tunnel, Fenny found it incredibly difficult to squeeze his substantial girth forward with any real sense of speed. Rik, meanwhile stayed right up against the wolf's rear, tucked between his calves, using the top of his head to shove against Fenny's ass when he encountered a particularly snug part of the tunnel. Rik was rather glad he hadn't had to have ditched his suit; the dirt was just moist enough to stick quite readily to the fabric. He imagined the poor wolf was going to be completely and utterly covered in dirt by the time they got out of the tunnel. The thought was interrupted as he bumped against the wolf's ass once again, and he went about pushing his face against it, grunting loudly as he strained to stuff the wolf's heft through whatever bottleneck he'd gotten himself wedged in this time.

Rik chuckled, and trying his best impersonation, shoulder jammed between his ass cheeks, called up at Fenny "You better get busy moving, or get busy dying."

"Shut up, Rik."

Fenny grunted heavily, and with a small yip, lurched forward. He was getting close to the end of the tunnel now, he could smell it. The light was maybe a few feet ahead, but the tunnel turned upwards rather sharply, which would be tricky squeezing through. Pausing a moment for to take a deep breath (feeling Rik bump against his backside yet again), the wolf started scrambling through. It was torturous, going through there; his hands and snout had poked up and out of the tunnel, the cold night air meeting his nostrils, but the rest of him was roughly jammed inside the bottleneck, awaiting Rik's assistance.

Rik was more then happy to oblige, of course. His head quickly pressed up against the wolf's backside, the blue-furred tail twitching about as the fox sank between his cheeks. Fenny whimpered and huffed, squeezing up a little more through the exit of the tunnel, enough to pull his arms out onto the ground and push. Hind legs peddled against the inside of the tunnel, bumping against Rik's chest more often then not. The fox was putting all he could into this, the side of his face buried against the fabric-clad rump, his hands gripping at the wolf's thick, squeezable thighs and pushing upwards. After a few minutes of huffing, wheezing panting, and whimpering, the wolf had managed to work his chest through the exit, but his paunch and ass remained below. He pushed and strained against the ground, eyes wide in fear at the thought of being caught like this.

"Rik, do something!" the wolf hissed, the fear in his voice palpable. Rik, panting from all the effort he'd already spent stuffing the wolf's fat ass through all that tunnel, frowned in frustration. Leaning back, the fox lowered his head, and putting what little strength he hadn't used up already, headbutted the wolf butt with all his might. The wolf's backside squished outwards as the fox's skull impacted it, spreading his legs and inadvertently giving the wolf's junk a bit of a knocking. However, that little bit of 'encouragement' seemed to do the trick, as the yelping wolf lurched up and out, landing face first on the ground, clutching his crotch.

Scrambling up out of the tunnel, the first thing Rik could see was Fenny's upturned ass, which he reached over and gave a gentle pat. "Sorry about that big guy..." he murmured, pulling up next to the wolf, who was whimpering a little bit. The poor guy was utterly caked in dirt, almost none of his blue and grey fur visible, save his face and thighs.

"J-just help me up...." came Fenny's slightly higher-pitched then usual response, which Rik did with a grunt. As the two looked around, what little sense of triumph they had evaporated away. They were still inside the prison, the tunnel having exited just feet in front of the penitentiary walls. The wolf looked like he was about to cry, eyes wide and lip quivering, but the fox was already looking around for any sort of exit.

"There!" Rik exclaimed, pointing towards a nearby steel door. The two rushed over, Rik trying the door's large metal latch. It refused to budge, as he'd expected. It wasn't so much the door he was interested in, however; it was the little slot next to it. Much like Fenny, Rik began slipping out of his jumpsuit as Fenny looked on, confused.

"Help me through that, I'll get the door unlocked, and we'll be home free." Rik explained, wiggling himself side to side as he shimmied out of his dirty suit. Glancing side to side, Rik place either paw on the edge of the little slot, taking a deep breath. All at once, he lunged forward, the wind being knocked out of himself as his chest was compressed by the tiny opening. Still, breathing sharply through his nostrils, the fox huffed, grunted, and slowly started to shimmy his ribcage through. It popped through finally, and the fox took in a deep, long breath of air....and then let out a whimper.

"Hah! Told you the fox would get here first!"

"Fuck you, Steve, he's not here yet, his ass is stuck."

"Screw that, I won the bet then. Told you neither of those numbskulls would make it."

Rik was staring at probably a half dozen guards, all staring at him and talking amongst themselves. "I-I can explain officers..." he began to mutter, before one large, very built wolf walked over and gave the wedged fox a pat on the head.

"No need, we've been watching you two for the better part of the evening...well, save the tunnel bit." the wolf began to explain.

"Yeah that was hilarious," a coyote added, chuckling as he took a drag from a cigarette he was smoking, "Though we were gunna have to send in Jacob to dislodge your fat asses!"

"Fuck you, Steve." a short, lithe marten muttered.

"Pipe down, both of you..." the wolf growled back, Rik giving a sudden whimper as he was finally shoved from the rear. Fenny, completely oblivious to what was going on, was pawing and shoving the wedged fox's ass, using was little strength he had left. Each shove caused Rik to let out a little yelp, which the guards, save the wolf, found hysterical. "Alright, enough of this...suck it in, buttercup." the wolf growled, grabbing hold of the fox's torso and yanking roughly.

Rik was yanked forward, his tummy and hips being roughly pressed against the opening before being lifted up and turned around. The wolf guard began to explain that, as the two of them were being brought in, one of the officers were telling the wolf (who was the warden, as it turned out) how they were caught. This gave the guys an idea for a bit of a prank, and they set them in a disused cell, where there had been a failed escape attempted years prior, but they had never gotten around to fixing. They night crew took bets on who'd get out first, if any. All of this was flying over Rik's head, however; he was too busy waiting for Fenny to stick his head through the slot to see what the hold up was. He, of course, did, jaw dropping as he saw the scene in front of him. Rik shook his head at him, sighing softly before speaking up.

"This is your fault, you know."