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Broken Toys Part 5

"This is outside my usual purview," said Salvatore as he looked up at the decrepit parking garage. The razorback beside him slowly looked up at the building then looked back to the strange stallion. The horse had been a windfall for his construction company and a literal one stud wreaking crew. Wads of cash changed paws and buildings came down for a fraction of what it would have taken to get his own crew to the site. It was the first time the horse hadn't said yes to a job and the pig wasn't sure what to think as he scratched his chin.

"Err, purview?"

"It's not the kind of thing I normally do. I can't just knock it down. This building needs a precision controlled demolition."

"I know it needs a demo team. That's why I called you."

"It isn't- I can use my usual methods on this one," said Salvatore. "I would need a lot of explosives. A lot more than normal, and even then it's going to be more than a one day job."

"So I guess I can't expect one of your miracles were I just come back and it's done?" asked the foreman as the horse shook his head and informed him how much C7 he would need.

"I'll also need detonators, times, and remotes," said Salvatore as the hog whistled.

"I am going to have to 'lose' a lot of C7 for this job, although if this was some kind of sting and you were a cop I would be under the jail by now," said the pig as he moved toward the back of his truck and grabbed a large steel crate. The boar handed it to the horse with a grunt as he wiped his brow and looked up. "This is all that i have and should get you started. I'll try to be back by at the end of the day with some more."

"That's fine," said the horse as he lifted the crate onto one shoulder. "I'll do with it what I can." With that the razorback hopped in his truck and left the site as Salvatore stared up at the massive parking garage. It was just as dilapidated as much of the surrounding area, although more and more of the junk filled sprawl was slowing being leveled. West California had been thorough periods of rapid growth, decay, and rebirth and this area was one such example. The six level structure had seen its last days as the stallion stepped pass the automated toll entrance.

The horse spent the next few hours identifying and cutting into the major structural pillars and filling those joints with what C7 explosive he had. The blade in his arm made short work of even the hardened concrete as he carefully weakened the building's support structure. There was a chill in the air, but for the first time in his life, Salvatore had a winter coat coming in. It was thick enough that the shirt and jeans he was in were warm enough even in the late December air.

The relativity repetitive task gave him time to think which really wasn't a comfort at the moment. It had been a little over a month since his encounter with the Elemental Alliance members on the rooftop and his stint in front of the cameras hadn't done him any favors. His size already drew attention, but now he seemed to draw just a bit more.

He had passed all the info he had about the Stealers onto Detective Conway who had been floored at all he had even if she was still serving a four week suspension from her job. Salvatore's own feeble investigatory efforts were not turning up anything of note, and it appeared that the Stealers had gone silent again. Deep down he suspected that until they decided to strike there would be no finding them.

Salvatore hadn't seen hide nor scale of Dragon Knight since the night after his roof top adventure. He had woken up at noon the next day alone for the first time in what seemed like forever. Since that time the horse had been completely celibate and it was driving him mad. He reached down with one paw to adjust himself for what felt like the twentieth time that day as he put down his tools. The heavy orbs between his legs never seemed to stop churning and no matter how many times he pawed off they were never really empty. No amount of running, lifting, or sweating seemed to cure him to the point that it was a constant distraction. Salvatore had taken his near nightly trysts with Erik somewhat for granted and not that they were gone his body was in full and open rebellion. He wasn't sure if this was some sort of punishment but it sure felt like it and worse his nights were filled with fevered dreams of himself and the dragon. Mornings filled with ice cold showers and sticky fur were all he woke up to these days as he finished up and trotted back to his car. Another crate of demo explosives was waiting as the pent up stallion placed the new crate in his trunk and fired the V8 up.

Soon he was driving almost robotically toward Eddy's Gym as he let habit take over. A short time later he was slipping out of his work clothes and into a ratty tee and shorts. He searched for his usual sparring partner only to find that the gator was out. The annoyed equine settled for a long bout of shadow boxing before heading over to the weights. Eddy had used his powers to modify a quite a few iron plates that sat in corner with a sign that humorously said 'OUT OF ORDER'.

Salvatore was soon loading up one of the specialized bars on the squat rack till hit bowed as he stepped under it and took a deep breath. Rep after rep followed till sweat matted his fur and the bridge of his shoulders was bruised. The stallion's quads looked ready to bulge out of his shorts when he at last racked the weight and he could barely lift a hoof. He gave himself a moment to rest and some water before loading up another straight bar and starting on some power cleans and jerks.

The stallion would start in a squat with the bar just in front of his knees as he gripped the bar with both paws. He would then explode upward yanking the bar as he went and bringing it into his chest before surging upward again and lifting the bar over his head. The horse would then lock his arms and pause before controlling the weight all the way back down to the ground and starting again. Veins were popping on his flesh and blood arm and the rest of his chest till at last his shirt could take no more.

The cheap fabric finally folded ripping right down the middle of Salvatore's chest exposing his heaving pecks and rippling abs as the finished the lift. The stallion snorted before simply tearing it right off his body and flinging it away much to the delight of several late afternoon gym voyeurs. A shrinking violet Salvatore wasn't as he continued the rest of the workout till his swollen muscles couldn't move another inch.

The walk to the showers seemed unnaturally long as he grabbed some soap and a towel out of his gym bag. Eddy didn't seem to believe in amenities or privacy as his showers were one large open room with about a dozen nozzles and a long bench in the middle. The evening crowd was starting to finish so soon after Salvatore walked in he was joined by a red headed human and three other furs. Among them was a particularly well build chestnut colored ram who gave the horse a second and then third look before flicking his ears at the taller equine as he began soaping up.

The group appeared to be friends and the stallion couldn't help but listen to their rambling conversation. From the sound of things at least two of them worked at the same company and only the human and ram had been lifting more than a year. The ram for perhaps more than a year or two and the big sheep couldn't seem to stop shooting glances his way.

Salvatore's sexual drought must have marked him more than he thought as he meet the burly sheep's gaze once or twice. Even before his transformation Salvatore had been as Ted always said, "A man about town." Sex for him was something enjoyable that just seemed to happen. Frost had understood and while with the leopard they are both enjoyed themselves. The heavy machinations he was now involved with and the strained and sometimes painful relationship he had with Erik had burnt some of those parts of him away or at the very least put him off his game somewhat. His thoughts began to wonder away from him as he rinsed off and stepped back into the locker room before toweling off and slipping into a fresh jock strap. The chatty group came in soon after and were quickly dressed and out the door as the horse gathered up his remaining clothes. His big paws pulled out a tub of protein powder as he opened the top and went to scoop some into his water bottle only to find that the thing was empty.

He screwed the cap back on and tossed it across the room as he grumbled and turned back towards his locker. Something bumped him on his shoulder and he jerked before he glanced backward to find that he wasn't as alone in the locker room as he thought. The already dressed ram was holding a prepackaged workout shake out to him as a peace offering as he stared up at the horse.

"Wouldn't want you to get any skinnier now would we," he said with a devilish looking smile that was downright handsome as Salvatore took the drink.

"Thanks," said the horse as he put it on the edge of his locker then held out his paw. "Salvatore Monti."

"Well that's one mystery solved," said the ram as he chuckled and put his calloused paw in the horses. "I'm Trent Daniels and most of us have been wondering for a few weeks now. You never sign in on any of the logs and Eddy wasn't much help."

"Yeah he's kinda useless sometimes," said Salvatore.

"He training you for a contest or something?" asked the Ram as he plopped down the on the bench across from the horse.

"Yeah it's something like that. Trying to live vicariously now that he's gray scaled."

"I think he has always been a bit gray, but I get you. Tell me something Salvatore, do you think you could help me out with something real quick?"

"Maybe," said the horse as he unscrewed the cap on the shake and downed a couple big swallows. "Depends on what it is."

"That's fair," said the Ram grinning again as he put one paw on each knee. "I've got a little wager with my friends you see. There's about two hundred bucks that you could help me win."

"You want to split a pot?" said the horse now somewhat interested as he finished of his shake as tossed it into the trash.

"Yeah I don't see why not."

"What's the wager?"

"You."

"Me?" said the horse cocking his head.

"I bet my friends that if I asked you out tonight you would say yes. They're all convinced you would shoot me down." A slightly surprised Salvatore began to chuckle as the ram's smile widened, his green eyes twinkling. The combination of the big horn sheep's cocky swagger and undeniably hunky looks was potent as the stud's eyes carved up the male across from him. Trent had a confident attractiveness that seemed to hang around him like an aura. The ram knew he was good looking and he also knew you knew it.

He was thick and muscled from the big curving horns atop his head to his large spit hooves. His chest was more burly than sculpted from his work in the gym but a fuzzy set of abs stood out prominently on his flat belly. The worn looking blue jeans he was wearing were also tastefully tight enough to show off thick thighs and a nicely rounded ass. All of it together was was having the desired effect as Salvatore felt his jock begin to stretch just a bit. Trent saw the stud's reaction as he licked his lips with a hungry look in his eyes.

"I'm not that kind of horse," said Salvatore.

"The kind that picks up guys in locker room?"

"No. The kind that takes money for it," said the stud as he stood up. Before the ram knew was the stallion had him pressed up against the opposing lockers.

"Fuck!" moaned the ram as Salvatore grabbed his ass with both paws and lifted him off his hooves bringing his lips to within a hairs breathe of the other male.

"If you want too," said the grinning horse. He knew was coming on strong, but he wasn't the one who had come on to a mostly nude stranger in a locker room, and if the ram didn't want aggressive he had picked the wrong horse. Salvatore felt the thick muscled rump between his paws flex as he let out an appreciative nicker.

"W-wow I was just hoping to get your number," panted the ram as their chests pressed tighter together.

"Just my number huh," said Salvatore as he felt the quickly growing bulge in the big horn's pants pressing against his stomach.

"Well maybe just a little bit more," said Trent quickly as he seemed to regain his cool and leaned forward pressing his lips into the studs. Suddenly the pair wasn't so much kissing as they were feeding off each other. The ram's broad back was slammed up against the lockers behind him hard enough to bruise as a fire seemed to fill the stallion's belly. Suddenly a random sweaty night of passion with this stud of a sheep in his arms seemed like the best idea he'd had in weeks.

"Wolf Christ I usually have to buy guys a drink first," murdered the big horn in softer tone as Salvatore chuckled and gave his rump one last hard squeeze before letting him down.

"Go fleece your friends. You're probably going to need the money."

"I will?" asked the ram.

"Yeah for dinner. I'm not that cheap even for the handsome ones," he said as he turned back toward his locker and began to slip back into his clothes. He heard the ram chuckle before doing the same and hoofing it out of the locker room.

When Salvatore at last finished up and headed out with his gym bag in paw he met the smiling ram just outside in the parking lot. The horse noted he was wearing a tastefully fitted forest green button up shirt and a pair of designer jeans that fit him far better than the ratty pair Salvatore had acquired from the big and tall bin at a local big box store. His watch was also conspicuously expensive from someone who worked out at Eddy's, and fully dressed he had the air of someone with more than just modest means at their disposal.

The horse looked around at the remaining cars in rather dirty lot and none of them seemed to fit the ram at all as he looked back down at the other male with a questioning glance.

"You didn't drive here?"

"Nope I caught a ride with Sean from work. The, ah human I was with. We carpool to work and the gym since we live on the same block."

"They already left then?"

"Yeah but not before they ponied up," said the big horn holding up two crisp c-notes.

"I guess you're riding with me then. You got a place in mind to spend that?"

"Sure do. You like Korean?"

"I uh, yeah I do," said Salvatore as he popped the trunk of his car and threw his gym bag inside.

"It's right by my place," said Trent grinning as the stud returned his hungry stare.

"Even better."

Twenty minutes later they were at a sitting in a small booth in a tiny but trendy Korean place with polishing off a plate of hoeddeok. Salvatore was eating more than his share but Trent didn't seem to mind as they slowly chatted over their food. The ram it seemed worked for a company called Reacher Investment Corporation in their acquisitions department which was a name that rang a bell in the horse's head.

"Wasn't that the company involved in the Gene Stealer attack a month or two ago," asked Salvatore suddenly more interested.

"Yeah I wasn't at the office during the attack but knew some of victims. Still I think the company is going to pull through. We have some talented people at the helm and we are making some inroads into the insurance market," said Trent as a waitress came with their food. Soon the two hungry males were too busy digging in to really carry on much of a conversation. Salvatore went about devouring a very large dish of bulgogi BBQ while the ram started on his plate of bibimbap.

Soon enough Trent began poking and prodding about him about his own history as he deflected what he could with generally vague answers. The big horn would mostly chuckle and move on until the question of where Salvatore was actually from came up.

"The eastern seaboard doesn't exactly narrow it down much," said Trent as he pushed his plate.

"Does it really matter? There were gnats, it was hot and humid all the time and I hated it. Anywhere was better than there," said the stallion.

"Well you at least have to tell me how you got that?" asked the ram as he pointed at Salvatore's arm.

"I finished second in the World Arm Wrestling Championship."

"Come on now," said Trent as he leaned back in his seat. "There must be an interesting story behind it."

"There is but it's not one to tell around a diner table. Suffice to say that wars in foreign lands leave scars," said the horse as he leaned over the table.

"That's not what I mphhh-!" mumbled the ram as he used his silver skinned arm to draw the other male into a surprise kiss that silenced him. Their very public PDA drew quite a few stares and then a few more when the ram let out a not so quiet moan. In an almost lighting like fashion a $100 bill appeared on the table at the pair were out the door. It was less that a two block walk over to the high-rise Trent lived in, and they took it at a brisk pace and the horny stud didn't really remember much until they hit the elevator.

As soon as the doors closed he couldn't keep the ram off him and didn't want to while they zipped upward. The hungry sheep had one paw up his shirt squeezing at one of his pecks and the other griping his ass as they explored each other's muzzles slowly. The elevator was quickly filled with thick male musk as the stallion's cock threatened the tines on his zipper. It didn't help that he felt the ram hard and ready grinding against him.

When they reached the thirty third floor the hallway seemed to stretch on forever before they at last came to Trent's door. The pair pored themselves though the portal before slamming it shut behind them. Lights popped on and again, Salvatore was reminded that the ram was a creature of means as his eyes surveyed the vast apartment. It had two levels and few walls with an airy feel to it that allowed you to see from one side to the other. The windows along one wall that opened up to the night skyline added to the effect, and Salvatore was briefly reminded of Frost's penthouse.

Trent was looking at him like he wanted to eat him alive as the ram all but jumped him again pressing them close together. Salvatore felt his ass bump into a kitchen countertop as he dealt with the ram's dexterous tongue and felt a paw slide into his jeans. There wasn't much room but the big sheep managed to wrap his paw around the studs sheath as the horse's hips reflexively bucked. Trent moaned as they broke apart and the pressure in Salvatore's jeans became painful as the got his belt undone and sent the top button flying off into the still dim apartment.

"I- I need to see all of you," said Trent panting just a bit, his own cock staining against one leg of his slacks. The stallion shucked his shirt off leaving him with just his jock on as his thumbs slipped under the stretchy waistband. They fell to the floor around his thick legs as one hoof flicked them backwards. Trent's eyes seemed to light up as the studs thick cock and heavy balls spilled out into full view. The look Trent was giving him was making his blood boil. In the short time he had spent with Frost, the cat had shown him a similar look, but not quite. It was as if in that short moment the ram was willingly under his power. Something in him wanted to him to push and test whatever tenuous control he had over the ram and almost immediately the thought rang out that this might be the very thing Erik though every time he stared at the dragon. The sobering though shook him and the ram seemed to shake off whatever was in the air between them.

"Wolf Christ where have you been all my life!" said Trent as he stepped forward breaking the silence. He ran a single finger up the thick curve of Salvatore's shaft. It made the stud nicker as the ram's other paw ran slowly over the deeply creased expanse of his stomach.

"You're not normal are you," said the ram softly as his paws continued to roam and Salvatore stiffened.

"What?"

"Normal. You know. Normal job at a desk somewhere at some company. Joe Blow who lives down the block."

"No such thing as normal," said the horse as Trent shook his head.

"Fuck if I lived in Eddy's for the rest of my live I wouldn't look like this," he said as one of his paw's brushed over the bullet hard nipples that capped the stallions beefy pecks making the horse shudder.

"You uhhh- you could get there," said Salvatore as one paw cupped his junk and the other wrapped around as much of the base of his shaft as it could. That firm paw squeezed and then veins that ran the length of the stallions maleness bulged as his wide tip flared a bit more disgorging a fat streamer of pre. The horse grunted as the ram pressed their bodies closer together again letting his rod throb and twitch between their bodies.

"Yeah but I'm never going to have this am I," he said giving the stallions meat another hard squeeze. Salvatore tried to answer but he was beyond pent up and precum was already running down his cock in rivulets. A snort and whinny was all the answer he could give as his hoof twitched and stomped down cracking the kitchen tile beneath it.

"It seems I have it right now though," said the ram slowly as Salvatore's breathing quickened and the sheep squeezed even harder. "I suppose I could do just about do whatever I wanted to it couldn't I?" he asked as his muzzle drifted tantalizingly close to the twitching throbbing tip of Salvatore. At slightly better than sixteen inches the moderately sized ram didn't have to bend much as he gave the trumpet shaped head one long slow lick.

Muscles and tendons strained like steel cables as Trent suddenly engulfed as much of the stallions cock into his tight warm muzzle as he could. The horse found that he was suddenly very close to cumming buckets as he fought his body for control. His separation from Erik for even just a few weeks had left him with a frighteningly short fuse. He swore his balls felt physically bigger and both seemed to be twice as heavy as he remembered.

His paws were gripping Trent's thick curving horns as the ram began to bob as Salvatore silently whished that every lover he took came with handlebars. A voice in his head reminded him that Erik did in fact have such a pair of appendages as he imaged his cock sliding down the infuriating dragon's throat. The thought alone made him buck harder than he should have and send an extra-large wave of pre firing into the back of Trent's mouth as the ram let out a needy whimper.

That look was back in his eyes and the stallion drank it down like water. His lust fogged brain tried to make him remember what Frost had told him about the aura supers possessed. How it either drove people away or made them love you. How supers could almost smell other supers sometimes. How certain normal people were almost too susceptible to it and how that could be used to manipulate them.

Another needy whimper from the ram with half his cock in his muzzle scattered all those thoughts like ash and suddenly he had to cram more of himself into the ram's mouth. The muscles in his arms and chest bunched as veins popped and he growled trying to hold himself back. He couldn't use anywhere near his full strength without hurting Trent and sex with restraint, even just oral sex wasn't something he had practiced at all since going super.

His body rebelled. It wanted to cut lose fuck and RUT, but he couldn't as fireworks went off in his groin. Trent had been pumping and stroking the half of Salvatore he couldn't fit in his mouth while toying with the stallions impressively heavy softball sized orbs and he felt it when the stud at last let go. Those heavy coltmakers practically jumped out of his paw as the belly of the horse's cock swelled and his tip flared.

The big horn suddenly wished he had gills as a deluge of thick horse spunk was forced down his throat. A lot dribbled out of his already stretched muzzle as the horse continued to erupt in shot after shot till at last the sheep couldn't breathe. He came off the stallion's gushing geyser in a coughing fit as he toppled backward while Salvatore did the same.

The horse suffered a nasty rap on the back of his head as back slammed flat against the cool kitchen tile floor cracking most of them. His dick would not be silenced though as it counted to spout, his heaving balls forcing out the remainder of his seed. It was the most powerful release Salvatore had experienced in over a month and it rocked his whole body as the afterglow washed over him. Gods had he needed that. His vision was still slightly blurry and unfocused as he rubbed the back of his head and heard Trent stand up.

"Fuck me Trent, that's some dangerous head," laughed the horse as the blurry image of the ram above him didn't move. Salvatore took deep shuddering breath and as he did a familiar sent reached his nose. The barest hit of dry scales, musk and sandalwood hit him like a sledgehammer as his body jerked and some of his afterglow burned away.

"Erik?!

"Who's Erik," said the ram sharply as his body seemed to freeze high above Salvatore.

"It's no one," said the horse quickly as he looked up to see Trent with a strange look in his eyes.

Without warning the ram's paw descended like a thunderbolt with his fingers forward like a spear. A stunned Salvatore was too slow to keep the five sharp talon capped fingers from stabbing him in the chest just above his heart. A white knuckled grip on the ram's wrist was the only thing that kept those claws from shredding the organ he felt a pair of claws scrape off a rib. The horse couldn't believe his eyes as he stared up at the ram who was now sporting large green scaled patches all over his body and around his eyes. His pupils were now slits and his teeth were growing longer and sharper as his muzzle narrowed and lengthened while he roared down at the horse.

"DO NOT EVEN SPEAK HIS NAME DEFILER!" shouted the slowly transforming ram as his second paw went for Salvatore's throat. The stallion's metallic arm caught the blow aimed at his jugular as Trent's slowly expanding bulk shredded what clothing he had on. A thick reptilian tail snaked its way out of Trent's back as it thrashed around the kitchen and he tried to push his claws deeper into Salvatore's chest.

With a roar of pain the horse at last summoned the strength to rip Trent's taloned paw free of his body as he managed to get one hoof under the transforming ram's belly. He kicked out and the dragon-ram hybrid was sent skyward bouncing off the celling. The blow would have broken a normal fur's back but Trent seemed unharmed as he landed on the kitchen island in a scramble of claws. He hissed at the prone horse as Salvatore surged upward and unsheathed the blade in his arm as he tried to lop Trent's lengthening neck from his body. With near super speed the creature leaped backward landing in the middle of his living room as he roared at the bleeding horse.

A twisted amalgamation of ram and dragon, Trent could be nothing but one of Dragon Knight's thralls. Fur and scales fought for space along his skin and he was now far more bulky and muscled thanks to his transformation. The claws on his paws and feet looked over sized and there were simply too many teeth to fit in his maw. He was a pale imitation of a dragon at best but Salvatore recognized the look of hot rage in his eyes and wondered why he hadn't seen it until now.

"Erik sent you here to kill me didn't he," spat Salvatore as he saw Trent flinch and a shrill trill ripped through the room.

"DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME AGAIN YOU UNWORTHY PIECE OF FILTH! You are the one who has attempted to corrupt our beautiful master but you will not succeed! I have seen to that!" With that outburst Trent appeared to retch as his jaw opened. Salvatore ducked as a ball of acid hit the countertop behind him and with a hissing sound began eating away at everything it touched as he rolled away and saw the dragon thrall lunge right at him.

Trent slammed midair into an invisible steel hard wall of air as the horse drew back his fist and sent a concussion wave slamming right into his chest. The thrall screeched and his body seemed to fold backward on its self as he was launched across the room and slammed right through a wall and into his bathroom. An enraged Salvatore had him by one leg almost before he landed as he ripped him up by the ankle and slammed into the floor again hard enough to make dusk fall from the ceiling. Salvatore had both Trent's arms pulled back behind him and a knee on his neck as he pressed the flattened dragon thrall into the floor.

"Why! Tell me why he wants to kill me now!" snarled the horse as he twisted both the thralls arms till he began to hear pops "Why did he send you!"

"H-he doesn't want to kill you, you stupid creature. I DO!" hissed Trent as his body trashed and twisted under the stallion's steely grip.

"Ah don't even know you!"

"But I know you!" hissed Trent as his muzzle twisted sideways enough to look up at the horse. "I was one of his first thralls. One of the first to be given this gift. One of the first to be given a purpose, a duty that I alone could do to help change the world. He took me in and but part of himself inside of me and I have served him loyally ever since. Master never withheld anything from those he chose and shared himself willingly body and mind with all of us. How could you ever understand a closeness like that!" coughed Trent as blood tricked onto the floor.

"Then one day, he suddenly changes. Half the time his mind is somewhere else and he disappears most nights. None of us close to him know why but we can all sense that something is different. Then one day when I try to enter his bed chamber he turns me away. And not just me, everyone he normally shared himself with was suddenly turned away. We were all suddenly cast out of his bed with no explanation. Then suddenly one day you walk into the gym and I can smell the master's sent all over you. I knew that you weren't a thrall or an original but every night he vanished you would come in reeking of him the next morning!" hissed the thrall.

"So I confronted him and told him what I knew. What he said to me that day I will never forget. He said that if I told any other of my brothers or sisters about you he would kill me with his own paws."

"And WHY do you care so much about he and I?" growled the horse.

"Because you have what WE all want and you DON'T EVEN CARE! He told me all about you, you filthy horse! How you owe him your life, how you've sworn to stop him! You work against us YET HE KEEPS FUCKING YOU! Do you know what I would do just to have him talk about me the way he talks about you? Master seems to care more about some filthy interloper more than he does his own creations and I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!"

"Then why don't you take it up with him," growled Salvatore as the dragon thrall beneath him hissed and squirmed.

"Because YOU are the problem! YOU are not supposed to be, and once you are gone everything will be right again!" spat Trent as one of his silted eyes glared up at Salvatore.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" asked the horse as his knee pressed even harder against the back of the thrall's neck.

"Oh that's the beauty of my plan. You see master is a kind soul. I think he feels that he owes mangled and broken things some kind of penance, and once before took in an abomination like you to try and make him sane again. But the creature was too broken and couldn't control his own selfish urges. He was punished by the master and his mind barely survived that punishment. Since then he has been desperate and would do anything to crawl back into the master's favor!"

Thunder boomed just outside the windows of the ram's apartment as if to punctuate the thrall's words. The lights in the large apartment went out a moment latter as the thunder boomed again and Trent let out a low cackling hiss.

"It was so easy to convince him to go along with my plan. All I had to tell him was that you had hurt the master and that he wanted you dead. Simple as that and he believed me!" shouted the thrall as Salvatore looked up and saw lighting flash outside the apartment's windowed wall. Glass exploded inward, propelled by the lighting and showered them both pelting the horse with razor sharp shards. His thick super skin kept him from being shredded but it still hurt as he looked up to see a huge black and yellow figure float through were the windows had been as Zip Zapper made his entrance.

"Is he the one," asked a deep rumbling voice as hate filled eyes locked onto the horse and electricity cracked and sizzled over a body that was far too muscular. Salvatore had seen video of the raccoon fighting and how powerful he was. How his body and healing factor went berserk as his body took damage. He didn't look as big last time he had been on the news but the swollen raccoon was still bigger than the stallion. Zapper's chest and arms looked so overdeveloped that the stallion doubted that he had a full range of motion, and while muscular his legs didn't proportional to the rest of his body. The huge dong and accompanying balls between his legs made it clear he wasn't going to be doing much running while the rest of his figure gave him an almost hunched appearance for someone twelve feet tall.

As frightening as he looked his gaze was his most terrifying feature. He had the blank feral like stare of animal that has been beaten one too many times and was about to bite its master's hand off. Someone had broken the raccoon, and from the look of him what was left of his mind was hanging on by only a few rapidly fraying threads.

"Yes! He is the one the master wants dead! Help me kill him and the master will reward us both beyond our wildest dreams!" shouted Trent.

"Us?" said Zapper as he appeared to chew on the word for a moment. "I think you mean me!" His mouth opened as if to roar as a bright light filled it and Salvatore had an instant to react. The Zapper fired and a white hot bolt of lightning shot from his throat aimed directly at the pair of furs on ground. Trent screeched as the stallion ripped him up right and held him like a shield and put up the thickest densest air barrier he could summon making the space in front of them shimmer. It did neither of them any good as the electricity moved though Salvatore's shield like it wasn't there and slammed into the body of the screeching thrall.

The bolt slammed into the ram-dragon's chest hard enough to send him crashing against the larger horse which then put Salvatore though two walls and into the next apartment. Midair he felt the bolt burn through Trent and slam into his own chest and the current run though him. He felt his body lock up as a third wall finally stopped his progress. The lights were off in this apartment too but Salvatore could see a wide eyed human in a bathrobe staring at him before the man screamed and ran for the door.

The stallion's body felt like jelly as he pushed the limp body of Trent off of him. Zip Zapper's attack had done its job and a smoldering hole was all that remained off the thrall's chest. The smell of ozone and charred fleshed was so thick in the air that Salvatore couldn't help retch as he slowly stood up. A burn scar crossed the front of his own chest and it hurt to breathe as his eyes watched the hole in the wall he had come though.

The raccoon's huge body bust through another section of the wall he wasn't watching as more lighting shot from his fingers making the stallion dodge. The big but nimble horse rolled forward and sprang off his hands as he hit the villain square in the chest with both hooves. The impact sent the raccoon flying backward though the window behind him throwing him into the open space outside the building. Salvatore received a nasty jolt on impact as his legs seemed to go numb as landed hard on his back and watched Zip Zapper fall out of the building.

The horse had barely managed to get his feet under him when another lightning bolt struck the side of the building spraying more glass into the apartment as the Zapper slowly rose above the edge of the window. His chest where Salvatore had kicked him looked even more swollen with muscle than before as an angry aura of electricity pulsed around him.

"That sniveling thrall plotted against me," growled the floating super as he fixed his eyes on the horse. "He told me that Dragon Knight wanted you dead and that we would share in the credit if we worked together but he planned to betray me. Erik does not deserve a weakling like him. He only shares himself with the thralls to pacify them, but I am ALL he needs!" snarled the raccoon and his whole body shook. "So what are you I wonder? Some unfortunate little do gooder in the wrong place at the wrong time or did you actually do something to piss Dragon Knight off? Doesn't really matter to me because I'm going to boil your bones either way!" said the raccoon with a booming laugh

Sweat beaded all over the stallion's fur as he glanced left and right before looking back at the Zapper. They were too far up in the air to take the fight outside and the Gene Stealer could just lob lightning bolts from outside the high-rise until he was crispy or the whole building came down. Salvatore had watched footage of the Zapper fighting. Restraint and collateral damage meant nothing to him and if they kept at it a lot of people were going to die. That and the fact that currently he saw no way currently he could win. Scrambling for an edge the horse quickly decided that the only way he might have a chance was if the raccoon wasn't thinking clearly.

"That's pretty big talk from a washed up wana-be villain who gets pounded flat by a rookie outsider then loses his marbles the very next time he picks a fight. How will the Gene Stealers ever win without you?" His words had the desired effect on the super villain as lighting seemed to arc around him uncontrollably and his face was suddenly a mask of furry.

"YOU INCSECT!" roared the Zapper as whole body seemed to twitch and flex and his palm shot forward. Time seemed to slow and adrenaline flooded the stallion's body as he started moving. His chest still didn't feel quite right and he wouldn't survive a prolonged fight with the Zapper who had range and the ability to fly. Other people in the building didn't stand much of a chance either if this turned into a big brawl. The blade in his arm extended as he saw the charge start to from in the raccoon's paw. His hips swiveled as he prepared to dodge the attack then lunge as a large blue portal opened up and Dragon Knight stepped through it.

The Dragon was dressed in full battle rattle with dull black armor and a helm and helmet that curved around his ivory horns. He already had his sword drawn already and it was all Salvatore could do to keep from slamming in to the drake as he placed himself between the horse and the floating supper. The Zapper's attack withered and died as he suddenly cringed as if he had been struck. His face had an odd look on it that was half desire half naked fear. The raccoon's beady eyes widened till there was too much white as a fine tremble ran through his limbs.

"Zachary what have you done?" asked Erik in a cold voice as the Zapper's trembling grew worse.

"T-the t-thrall Trent! H-he told m-me to b-be here. H-he said you w-wanted him dead," said the suddenly shuddering raccoon as he shakily pointed towards the horse.

"Why did you not come and ask me first?" said the dragon as the Raccoon seemed to deflate further, a tick starting in his features.

"Trent H-he, He tricked me! He lied to me like they always do! It's all they ever do towards me! The rest never treat me as an equal and always act like I'm a freak! Chimera brought me into the fold but I've never been a real part of the Stealers! They never let me even have a chance! Erik you're the only one who ever did ANYHTING for me! I-I just wanted to prove to you I could be useful!"

"So you killed him for lying?" asked Dragon Knight as the Zapper's head began to bob up and down very fast.

"Y-yes! He was a liar and a fool! You don't need someone like that near you Erik!" said the raccoon in an almost pleading voice.

"He would have been punished but he did not deserve death," said the dragon as his eyes narrowed and the huge super began to shake.

"P-p-please Erik, I c-can kill the horse right now if you want! W-we can do it t-together and-

"You will not touch a hair in his head," said the dragon his voice going suddenly hot as all three men froze. A bolt of lightning stuck the hovering Zapper and washed over his body in waves as his features remained locked in place. It only took a second for the electricity to dissipate around him but in that instant something changed.

Salvatore stared as the villain's twitching and shaking suddenly stopped. Zackary's lips drew back as his teeth clenched together hard enough to make his gums bleed as a high pitched keening wail tore its way free from his throat. Raw electricity instantly discharged from his body in all directions cracking or shattering every pane of glass on that face of the high rise as it fell into the street below like a deadly razor sharp rain. The sound as all of it hit the ground in sheets was almost musical while the whole building shook and the wave of power washed over the horse and dragon. It stung like a thousand tiny barbs digging into the skin as Salvatore flinched in pain. I even made the stoic dragon twitch as his sword wavered for a moment.

It was if some switch had been flicked and the sniveling shuddering Zapper vanished and replaced by a creature full of barely contained feral rage as his eyes found the stallion. His whole body almost seemed to swell as a thick ozone smell filled the room and his clenched fists shook.

"Everything Trent told me about him is true isn't it!" said the Zapper in a half broken voice that make the hairs stand up on the back of the horse's neck.

"I know not what he told you, only that you will not harm Salvatore," said Erik in a firm tone.

"So it is true then," hissed the raccoon angrily. "He is where you have been spending your nights!"

"Where I spent my nights is none of your-

"BUT YOU WERE MINE!" shouted the Zapper as more than a bit of madness danced within his burning eyes. "You were the ONLY one who treated me like a person then you go and pick some cur cripple over ME!"

"You will not talk to him that way in my-

"I'm going to kill him in front of you," said the Zapper in an ice cold tone as he pointed a thick finger at Salvatore. "I'm going to burn him alive until he screams for you while you watch."

"I won't let you do that," spat Dragon Knight as he raised his sword.

"You can't stop me because I'm challenging him to a duel," said the hate filled super as Erik froze. "Yes that's right. Your stupid code won't let you stop me will it!" he spat as Erik flinched. "Simply amazing what your vaunted honor will force you to do, except of course when you want another dick in your ass! Then that HONOR seems to go right out the window doesn't it!"

"He isn't a hero! The rules don't apply to him!" shouted the dragon as Salvatore walked past him.

"Give it a rest Erik and stay out of the way," said Salvatore. "It's past time someone put this animal down since you won't do it yourself!"

"Oh I'm going to enjoy watching you bleed," said the raccoon as he stared daggers at the equine.

"STOP!" yelled Dragon Knight as he moved with his almost other worldly speed and again placed himself between the pair. "The challenged gets to choose the time, place, and weapons!"

"That isn't how it works for supers!" shouted the Zapper as sparks flew from his eyes.

"That is what honor demands and if you wish act otherwise I will put you in a place that light and air have never touched," growled the dragon as a bit of fear settled back into the raccoon's features.

"Tomorrow. The parking garage on Forsyth Street in the old part of town. Twelve o'clock. Bring any weapon you can carry," said Salvatore as Erik whirled to look at him.

"Don't need any big boy," said the Zapper as lighting danced between his paws. "And If I don't see you tomorrow I'll find the biggest building I can and drop it along with everyone inside."

"Zachariah if you do this I'll be waiting when you get done," said Erik in a voice so raw it made even the horse shiver for a moment. "I won't forgive you."

"I don't want your fucking forgiveness! I don't want your pity, your love or anything else you could give me! I knew as soon as I got my powers how it was all going to end one day because guys like me don't GET happy endings!" snarled the enraged raccoon as he pointed a finger at Salvatore.

"Tomorrow horse, and you be sure and get a good seat for the show," he said turning to Dragon Knight just before he zoomed off leaving the pair all along.

"Salvatore wait!" shouted Erik as he spoke to the broad back of the horse who was already walking away. The power popped back on as he ducked through the hole in the wall he had been blasted through as he stepped over Trent's body. The urge to kick it was very strong as he walked to where the pair had dumped all his clothes near the door.

"Salvatore we NEED to talk," said the dragon as he stepped into the room and the horse continued to ignore him. His shirt was in tatters and he couldn't find his underwear but his pants looked ok as he pulled them up over his hips and checked that he still had his keys, wallet, and phone. He didn't so much see as feel the drake reach for him as he grabbed Dragon Knights arm and twisted as he pinned the smaller male against the stove in one smooth motion.

The shock that it had worked more than anything seemed to jolt the horse as his body pressed against the armored dragon. It was as close as they had been to each other in over a month and as soon as he breathed in he knew he had made a mistake. Eye contact was his second as his body tightened and he felt the ache start. How anyone could be so damn sexy in what looked like a medieval suit of armor confused him and he wanted to rip it off. He wanted the dragon wearing nothing at all and he wanted it right now so he could have his taste before he threw the others scaly ass to the ground and fucked his brains out.

Nothing had changed. It didn't matter that the control aura felt weaker or that he hadn't seen the drake in over a month he wanted him all the same. His paws shook he was so angry and Erik just stood there and stared like he was waiting for something. Salvatore's mouth was moving but no sound came out as he tried to wrestle his feelings but there was too much for him to say. He wanted to curse and rage at the creature in front of him that had made him this jumbled mess. He wanted to rip the smug drake in half but when the words finally came when he saw Erik start to open his mouth.

"Why?!" shouted Salvatore angrily as he picked the dragon up and slammed him against the wall. "Why did you leave!?" His words made Erik's eyes go wide as he started to speak again only to be silenced by another growl. "You make me feel like this then you vanish! Did you get bored? Tired of me maybe?!" Erik tried to say something once more only to be checked into the wall hard enough to make his armor rattle as the angry stallion vented.

"It doesn't matter anymore!" snorted Salvatore. "I'm done being your pet! Two of your Steeler fuck buddies have tried to kill me today and one of them gets to try again tomorrow! That freak was ready to kill every single person in this building all because he was jealous over you! That ram over their told me the same thing before he died! Is this what you do?! Make people want you then sit back and watch as they tear themselves and everything around them when you pull yourself away!"

"I don't want a pet and I never have. I told you that I wanted an equal. Someone strong enough to stand beside me and you are that-"

"THEN WHY DID YOU LEAVE!" roared Salvatore shaking the whole apartment as his chest heaved. His words seemed to shock him almost as much as the dragon he had pinned against the wall as his eyes fixed on Erik's own green pair.

"I had to be sure that given the chance you wouldn't tell anyone about me. About us," said the dragon quickly as Salvatore's ears went flat. "I didn't think for a minute you would but I had to be-

"SHUT UP!" yelled Salvatore as his paw slammed into the side of the dragon's face silencing him. "People aren't chess pieces on a board! You have NO right to toy with them- TO TOY WITH ME!" he yelled suddenly. "I don't care much it hurts me, or how good it was, I don't want to see you again."

Erik seemed to stiffen as those words hit him but Salvatore continued as his voice grew raw. "Maybe- Maybe I want you as much as I've ever wanted anyone but you can't have what you want from me and I can't be with you as you are. Neither of us is going to change so what is it that you think we can have together?"

"I refuse to believe that!" said Erik as he growled up at the horse. "I've been around too long not to know what this is between us. You think your rules about the way the world is matter? You think that because of what I am and what you are this thing between us is any less strong? You are mine but I am just as much yours," said the dragon as Salvatore saw the look in his eyes.

"Don't!" said the horse as his fingers pressed Erik's lips closed. "I have less than twelve hours to prepare for a fight with a super powered mad man that you had a hand in making," he said as his tone grew angrier. "All of this is on your head."

Dragon knight seemed to tense and his mouth started to movie like he wanted to say something before he shut it again as Salvatore let him go. A blue portal opened up in the kitchen as the drake started to step toward it his muzzle opening again.

"I will let you prepare but this isn't over," said the drake as his wings unfurled slightly and he stepped through the opening. The portal winked shut and he was gone leaving Salvatore alone with a stomach that felt like it was going to twist itself into knots. He tied to ignore it as he stepped out of the smashed up apartment.

As soon as the power came back the fire alarm started blaring and people were milling around in the halls as they made their way down the emergency stairs and out of the building. Fear and confusion reigned and it was nothing for the stud to simply let the crowd of people carry him out of the building. A number of police and firemen were at the bottom trying to figure out what had gone on and as he walked away from the high-rise he could see a red Elemental Alliance ship hovering in front of where the zapper had wrecked the face of the tower. By the time he was back in his car the dragon was almost, but not quite, out of his head as he dialed a number on his phone and fired up his Falcon. Salvatore then stomped on the gas as his black coupe shot away into the night.

The tip of a lit cigarette moved slowly upward, held by a pair of thick gray-green fingers as Eddy brought it to his lips. There was nothing like a cigarette during post-coital bliss as he lay back in bed and occasionally looked over at his partner next to him. The impala didn't smoke and didn't like the smell, put he was paying for her curvy ass to be here and by his watch their time was only half over.

He put the stub of the cig out in an ashtray on his nightstand and turned as his big thick arms pulled her close again. She giggled and it was a nice sound that made him smile like very few things did as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Going to show me a little more of that super stamina baby?" she asked as he tracked a finger down his thick bicep.

"You ain't getting me with that. You use that line on every joe."

"Eddy baby, paw to god, if they were all like you us girls wouldn't be able to keep out feet under us."

That made the croc laugh, which wasn't a very pleasant sound, as he rolled both of them over till the giggling impala was beneath him. He was just about to reach down and wrangle his rapidly thickening cock into his paw when his phone began to vibrate again.

"Eddy you going to answer that? It's like the fifth time." The croc growled as he snatched the thing up and tossed it across the room. He turned to look back at the curvy fem beneath him when their was a sudden loud 'CRACK' and then a 'BANG' as his apartment door flew open and bounced off his wall. He was out of the bed and snarling as looked for the intruder when Salvatore walked into his bedroom. The horse took one look at the impala on the bed and Eddy's state before he grabbed some the hooker's clothes and tossed them to her. She was trembling like a leaf as they hit her in the chest and she tried to pull the bed sheets over herself.

"Get out, I need to talk to Eddy," said the horse as her muzzle dropped open and her surprise started to turn to anger.

"Eddy what the fuck is this! You call me up here and then this yahoo is going to barge in here and tell me to get out?!

"Gabby, I need you to leave. You have you money now please get lost," said the croc as he turned towards the female on his bed.

"YOU COLOSSAL PAIR OF FUCKSTICKS!" bellowed the impala as she sprang out of bed and jumped into her clothes faster that anyone Salvatore had ever seen. "SEE IF I EVER COME WHEN YOU CALL ME NEXT TIME EDDY! FUCK YOU!" She then stomped out of the room snatching her purse along the way and slammed Eddy's front door shut so hard it made the crocs whole apartment shake.

"Son, you better have a damn you reason for interrupting me!" growled the grumpy reptile as he lumbered over to his nightstand to pick up a pack of cigarettes.

"The Zapper has called me out," said the horse as a fresh cig stopped half way to Eddy's muzzle.

"How in the fuck did you get tangled up with the Zip-Zapper?" asked Eddy as he sat on heavily on his bed.

"It's a very long story and doesn't matter, but I need your guy," said the horse.

"My guy?"

"Yes, the guy that gets you things. You know! Super stuff like my mask."

"Oh, that guy," said Eddy as he produced a lighter and lit the cig between his lips. "You actually planning on fighting the zapper because I don't see that going so well for you. He was a pro back when and now he's... well I'm not really sure WHAT he is other than crazy strong. It's going to take more than just you if you mean to kill him and I'm not volunteering."

"I've got a plan," said the horse as he started to explain. By the time he was finished Eddy's eyes were quite wide and he had to take a few comforting puffs before he answered as he slowly stood up and looked the horse straight in the eye.

"Ok, I'll make the call but these kind of things.... You don't just walk away from them clean. The zapper isn't going to surrender. Can you handle it went he won't? Can you live with yourself afterward?"

"Make the call," said Salvatore as his eyes answered Eddy's. The croc then picked up his phone and dialed before putting it up to his ear as he waited for a moment.

"It's me, I need something," said the reptile as he turned towards Salvatore and the voice on the other end spoke for a moment. "I need it by noon tomorrow," said Eddy as the horse heard the person on the other end talk again. "No its not for me it's for- look just talk to him and tell him if you can do it." He passed the phone to the horse who placed it against his ear just in time to hear a soft male voice start speaking on the other end.

"Eddy vouches for you and that's the only reason we are still talking so tell me exactly what you need and why you need it." Salvatore did as the voice said describing exactly what he wanted as best he could before the voice suddenly cut in again.

"And why do you need these things?"

"I need to kill a super with it," said the horse as the voice on the other end paused for a moment.

"What super?"

"The Zip Zag-Zapper," said Salvatore as the voice remained silent for a long moment.

"Where would you like it delivered," asked the voice as the horse breathed a silent sigh of relief and told him the address. The person on the other end then gave him a number obscene enough to make the stud wince as he agreed to the price and then heard the other end hang up. He slowly handed the phone back to Eddy and leaned for a moment against the wall as he ran a paw through his mane.

"If, and I mean if your plan works you aren't going to have much time to get away before you have every super in the city breathing down your neck although if they put a stop to the fight before he can get to you that ain't exactly a loss."

"It won't last that long, but everyone will be on high alert since he almost leveled one of the high-rises downtown."

"Wolf Christ," hissed the croc. "Kill anyone?"

"If anyone was in the street below probably yeah," said the horse as his paw slid over his eyes. "No one is going to miss him."

"Not saying they will but if the Alliance shows up and see you with a dead raccoon under your hooves it's going to be hard to claim self-defense."

"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," said Salvatore straightening up as he stepped towards the front door. "I've got things to do but, uh you got any advice for this thing or-"

"Yeah I do. Make him mad. Real mad. So mad can't see straight and then don't hesitate," said Eddy slowly.

"Thanks Eddy," said Salvatore as the crocodile nodded. After that the horse left without another word between them as he got back into his car and drove away. His next stop was his office where the stud packed up every last gun he had and his entire supply of C7 he had been skimming from his demo jobs into his car. He drove to the old parking garage on Forsyth Street and began wiring the building with every last bit of explosive he had, rigging the building to come down as violently as possible.

When he was done it was nearly four in the morning up as the exhausted stallion got back into his car and drove home. When he got there all he wanted was a shower and then to sleep forever as he dropped his things by the door and trotted to the backroom. A paw flicked the water on as he stepped inside and let the cold spray wash over him. Dirt and grit was rinsed from his fur as the water stared to warm up and Salvatore leaned forward placing each paw high on the wall.

The sound of the water beating against his body calmed his mind as he tried not to think about what was going to happen latter that day. He heard the bathroom door open as another distraction stepped into the bathroom and slipped into the shower as the stud turned. Eric was waiting on him wearing nothing but his scales as he pressed his body against the larger horse before he could say anything.

Salvatore didn't stop him and didn't want to as he felt the dragon hard and ready against his leg. The dragon looked more vulnerable that the horse had ever seen him as he stared down at the Gene Stealer. Need seemed to be etched onto every line of his body and the stallion was to horny to even think about trying to make him stop. He knew he wanted the dragon just as bad as the other wanted him and as their lips crashed together all his other thoughts went out the window.

There was an urgency to both their movements as Erik practically crawled up Salvatore's body. The equine got two paws under his legs gripping at his rump as he felt the drakes legs wrap around his middle. The dragons wings, already partially unfurled, were quickly warped around the stallions back giving him more leverage as he began to grind his cock into Salvatore's larger one. It was an ugly lust that drove the stallion as he bit down on the dragons lip till he tasted blood. Anger excitement and desire pounded though his veins as he licked his lips tasting the sharp coppery taste of the dragons blood as Erik quivered. It was different now as held the dragon who felt so light in his arms as his paws began to tighten on the firm scaled rump in his palms until Erik let out a sound halfway between a growl and a whimper. Salvatore didn't feel entirely in control of himself as he watched the water running off the dragon's dark scales as a finger traced Erik's entrance.

"If you think for one moment that I'm going to give up what's mine then you have another thing coming!" he growled as their muzzles met again. Steam billowed around them and the equine and draconic musk as so thick around them both males felt almost drunk.

"And you think this is enough to turn me," said the horse as he lifted the dragon higher and felt his own twitching rod prod at the crease of Erik's ass.

"I think this is what you wanted since the very first time you saw me," said the dragon as the base of his tail brushed over the tip of Salvatore's cock. "I can see it every time you look at me. Sometimes it's all you can't think about when we are together," hissed Erik.

"And you kept it from me as could didn't you," said the stallion as he pressed the head of his throbbing member against Erik's entrance. The dragon squirmed just a little bit as a churring sound slipped from his lips.

"Oh but you enjoyed it so much!" said Erik as Salvatore pressed harder. "Fighting's also the only thing you understand and I knew if I made myself into your enemy you wouldn't stop fighting until you were mine."

"Then I guess you got just what you wanted!" growled the stallion as his teeth nipped possessively at the long line of the drake's neck marking him lightly.

"Of course I did," whimpered Erik his voice tight with need. "Now are you going to keep talking or you going to fuck me?"

He got his response as the stud's hips thrust upward driving his spade shaped tip deep into the dragon. The sudden feeling of him being stretched open made Erik's eyes go wide and hazy as Salvatore bit down hard on his shoulder. He pulled back before thrusting home again and driving more of himself inside Dragon Knight, not allowing the smaller male to adjust to his size. He wanted Erik to remember this night. He wanted the dragon to feel his lust, his teeth, his paws, and his cock until it drove the stealer mad.

So much desire had built up inside of him. Weeks and months of dark promises of what he would do when he at last got the dragon beneath him. He knew this had been part of Erik's plan but he didn't care anymore. It didn't matter that he should have been resting and planning for that afternoon. It didn't matter that he probably wasn't going to live past today. What mattered was the creature he had wanted for so long was in his arms and he wasn't going anywhere.

Neither male was being gentle as their motions grew rougher like two beasts trying to force every ounce of pleasure out of each other. Salvatore let out a triumphant whinny when he felt his cock at last hilt itself inside of Erik and that made the dragon shudder as he sprayed his seed all over both their chests. The horse could feel it as the drake's body shook and his limbs trembled as he gripped the black scaled dragon tighter and increased his pace. It was not what Dragon Knight expected but it was what he needed as sharp claws dug into thick horsehide.

The prickles of pain only spurred Salvatore on as he set about pushing the Steeler even further over the edge. He began to take longer strokes, until just his tip remained inside the willing dragon when driving downward with even greater force. Conscious or not, Erik's body seemed intent on helping the big stud breed him as his wings would tighten and pull forcing him closer to the dragon while his tail gripped frantically at one of the horse's legs pulling him downward on each stroke.

It didn't take long for the over simulated dragon to pop again adding to the mess of cum covering both their chests. As he did Salvatore stopped holding back as his own climax washed over him. He turned and pressed the twitching reptile into the wall opposite the showerhead hard enough to crack all the tiles their as his body began to force his boiling cum deep into the dragon. Erik felt the heat inside him blossom as the huge horse snorted then roared giving voice to the sensations thrumming through them both. The stud couldn't keep still, his passion too much for this body to hold as her jerked and snorted while his paws gripped at the smaller dragon. He couldn't seem to look away from the green eyes of the drake which had the same smug look in them he was use to as he at last finished.

He slowly pulled out of Erik as the dragon but his feet back under him and the horse began to rinse them both off. His paws never left the drake's body as he began to wash the smaller male in an almost possessive manner while his muzzle stayed close to the back of the dragon's neck. The other males sent no longer held the chemically induced lure it once had but it was still addictive none the less as Erik allowed the horse to continue, guiding the other's larger paws when he needed to. When the pair was done with the bath, Salvatore was again gently throbbing against the dragon's leg as they slipped out of the bathroom still dripping and onto the stud's bed.

It didn't take long before the horse was again thrusting in and out of the willing dragon beneath him slowly and almost tenderly as they gave themselves over the act. Sometime later they fell asleep just as the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon. Still tired Salvatore awoke several hours later too keyed up to sleep anymore. He wanted to lay here forever with Erik wrapped around him but as he looked at the clock he knew their time had come to an end.

Briefly he thought about what might happen if he survived this day. What would he do or give to have Erik in his arms again? The thought frightened him. There had been were others he would killed or died to protect but not quite like this. No one had ever been quite what Erik was to him now, and if the dragon decided to leverage that, what would happen? The petty proud side of him new he had utterly loss. He might have finally gotten the dragon under him but Dragon Knight had gotten everything he wanted out of the horse. The way he had done it wasn't right. It was in fact despicable, but that didn't seem to matter now.

"You are a manipulative bastard," said Salvatore quietly as Erik shifted and spoke up.

"And you are very good at pillow talk."

"You couldn't have known this plan would have worked unless you had some kind of crystal ball."

"I knew that either one of us would kill the other or this would happen," said Erik as his paw moved slowly across Salvatore's chest.

"You couldn't have known that."

"I know you horse. I knew you when I first saw you. What you were, what you are, and what you could become and I am very old. Time brings with it wisdom. You are still so young," said the dragon suddenly. "So sure you have seen all there is to life. So sure those things are either black or white. Good or evil."

"I've seen enough," said Salvatore with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"Oh you have seen much and you wear the scars yet experience can blind just as much as it can illuminate." he said as his paws wandered across the horse.

"I know you want me, but you want something else out of me too," said the horse.

"I've told you that I want a partner, an equal-

"Yes I know but there are parts you aren't telling me," said Salvatore. "The others who joined you what did give them?" he asked as he shifted until he could see Erik's face. "Maybe some of them you seduced like you did to me but I bet that you offered most of them what they wanted."

"And what was that?" asked the dragon with a curious expression.

"Power," said Salvatore simply. "And something else too, something you won't show me. Something powerful enough to make you do what you do." Erik's expression was careful neutral as wings shifted just a bit while Salvatore kept talking. "Whatever it is, you bring people in and baptize them in it don't you? You fill them with the same vision that you have and that's what holds the Stealers together."

"You understand the power of ideas," Erik said slowly.

"Yes I do, and you don't think it will work on me," said the horse he pulled the dragon closer to him. "If you did you would have already shown me what all the others you brought in saw. You want me to be a Stealer but you know it won't work so you tried another way, but we both fell into the trap you set didn't we?" A long pause stretched between the two as Salvatore felt Erik's chest rise slowly beneath him before the dragon spoke again.

"Yes we did."

"So what happens now? I won't help the Steelers and you can't stop being one," asked Salvatore suddenly.

"I don't know."

"Gods we are so fucked," said Salvatore as he rubbed at his forehead with one paw. "If they find out they-" Salvatore's body froze as his breath rushed out of his lungs and his grip on his bed partner tightened. "The one that was with you that day, he knows about me. He will recognize me and find about us!"

"He already knows," said Erik as he rubbed a paw up the back of Salvatore's neck through the comb of his hair. "There isn't much he doesn't know." He knew the words were meant to make him feel better but they didn't as Salvatore tried to relax.

"And what will he do about it?"

"Truthfully I don't know, but don't worry about him."

"And if another of the Stealers finds out or someone else?"

"Someday you and I may have to cross that bridge," said Erik solemnly. "There will always be a place for you by my side if you chose to accept it," he said but his tone didn't seem to hold the confidence it normally did. "Focus on not dying first, everything else can wait," said the drake as Salvatore ran a paw between the roots of his wings high up on his back. "How are you planning to-"

"I don't want to talk about it," said the stud cutting him off.

"If you don't make it he won't hurt ever hurt anyone again," said Erik as his paws gripped at the horse's body possessively. "Don't let it come to that."

"It won't," said Salvatore as the room drew quite again. The pair didn't say anything else to each other until the stallion at last sat up and got out of bed. The clock beside the bed told him he didn't have any more time. He began to slip into his clothes and gear while Dragon Knight watched until he was at last finished save his mask. This paw fished around under his mattress finding a shoebox as he pulled it out and opened it. Several thick wads of cash were pulled out and slipped them into his pockets. He heard the dragon get up as Erik stepped in front of and placed a paw on his chest.

"He is not worth your life, so don't let him take it from you," said Dragon Knight as he looked up.

"I wasn't planning on it," said Salvatore as he gave the paw a squeeze and turned towards his door. He didn't look back as he stepped out into the morning sunlight.

Thirty minutes later Salvatore was three blocks away from the parking garage in an ally waiting as a brown unmarked van slowly pulled up. A scruffy thin looking red panda got out of the driver's side and turned towards the horse. He was wearing a worn looking pair of work overalls with the name "BUD" sown on one side of the chest. He gave the horse a careful once over as he stepped forward and placed his arms behind his back.

"Do you have the cash," said the panda in a surprisingly cultured voice.

"Here," said Salvatore as he handed over several large stacks of bills as the panda ran his fingers though the stacks before slipping them into a pocket on his overalls. He then opened the rear of the van and brought out a small case that he promptly opened before pulling out a round metallic device that looked almost like a hockey puck.

"This will do what you requested and project an image of yourself along with sound for a minimum of five minutes," said the red panda.

"How do I control it," asked the horse as the other male put the miniature projector down.

"Hand me your phone," he said as the stud passed his blue smart phone into the panda's paw. He fiddled with it for a moment before handing it back. A new app appeared on the screen as Salvatore looked at it for a moment. "Point it at yourself like you would a video chat and it will project an image wherever this is planted so long are you are within 600 yards. Less if there is a lot between you and the projector."

"And the other?" asked Salvatore as the panda gave him a hard look before reaching back into the van and pulling out a large and very bulky case. He opened it up as the horse's eyes widened slowly before the other male looked up at him.

"Are you aware that these are banned by name in the Lunadarian Peace Accords?

"I wasn't."

"I am very curious were you learned about one of these since the plans I used to construct it were well over three hundred years old, assuming you do in fact know how to use one. If you don't I suggest that you refrain from trying."

"I can handle it," said Salvatore as he closed the case.

"Hmm, well I do hope so. Do remember to hold your breath and I wouldn't advise being within 100 yards when you fire it. The launcher will self-destruct five seconds after firing or six hours from now. Whichever comes first. "

"Why would you put a bomb on something that dangerous?" said Salvatore a bit angrily.

"It is a very small charge just enough to make it impossible to determine were the weapon came from or what exactly it is, not to mention who made it. I do not leave fingerprints on my work but I would rather not have whoever comes to scrape you off the sidewalk when you are finished finding it."

"That's understandable," grumbled the horse.

"Good," said the red panda as he shut the rear doors of the van and hopped into the driver's seat. The van was quickly gone as if he had never been and Salvatore got to work.

At almost twelve o'clock on the dot a black and yellow comet fell out of the sky and into the empty lot in front of the parking garage. The impact could be heard for blocks around and shattered windows for nearly a quarter of a mile.

"HORSE I'M HERE! WHERE ARE YOOOOO!" he howled as lighting rippled over the surface of his body.

"In here fucker," said a loud amplified voice from inside the garage. The lighting powered super let out a snarl as he launched himself towards the building tearing through an exterior wall in the process sending huge chunks of concrete flying everywhere as he came to an abrupt stop. There in the very middle of the garage stood the horse, fully armed and masked aiming a rifle right at him.

"I thought you were going to try and play hide and seek with me. Now I see you're even dumber than I thought!" yelled the triumphant villain as he held up a paw and a bolt arched across the space between them. It appeared to strike the horse, but the equine remained standing as if nothing had happened.

"You know in all our time together he never once talked about you until last night. He told me you were the worst pity fuck he ever had."

Every single inch of the garage was suddenly filled with lighting as the Zapper lunged, roaring at the top of his lungs and the horse pressed the button on the small detonator in his off hand. The entire building became of roaring ball of fire and terror as all the charges he had carefully set detonated sending a shockwave through the entire neighborhood. Salvatore felt it run up his hooves as the feed into his phone from the hologram projector cut out. He looked up from the where he was standing in the abandoned building across the street to see all six floors of concrete and steel pancake to the ground with a thump that made the explosion feel like a love tap.

Salvatore ignored it as he threw open the case the panda brought him and lifted the weapon inside. Finished in a dull olive green and about six feet in length, the rather large tube shaped launcher was about as thick around as the stallion's arms with a pair of grips on the bottom and an aiming module hanging off the side. The back end of the launcher was flared outward and open while the front held a fat almost ball shaped projectile that was painted an alarming shade of orange. He stepped off the building and landed on the ground with a thud hoping that the first part of his plan would take all the fight out of the Zapper.

The horse didn't have to wait long to find out as a rumbling sounded from the pile of wreckage. A cry of mixed rage and pain sounded forth as the Zapper erupted forth from the rubble. His body had swollen to three times its size in response to the trauma, muscles so huge he could barely move as the enraged raccoon staggered out. Foam dotted his muzzle and Salvatore had never seen anyone's eyes so filled with hate that the sight chilled the horse and stayed his trigger finger. The zapper's eyes fixed on him as the super tried to move forward on top of the mass that was now his body. Huge arms groped forward trying to reach the horse as his claws dug furrows in the dirt while mindless creature behind them spit and snarled. Then like magic just a bit of intelligence seemed to creep back in.

"YOU DIRTY COWARD!" roared the zapper in as his body twitched and sparked. Salvatore watched as he seemed to retch and choke up a mouth full of blood as the Raccoon fell forward onto his paws.

"It's over Zapper!" Salvatore yelled across the lot as he pointed the weapon right at the twitching super. "Give up and I'll call the alliance. Then they can throw you in a hole where you belong!"

"So that's how you think this ends do you?!" shouted the Zapper as more blood dripped off his muzzle. "He won't let me stay in a cell. I know too much and it doesn't matter where they put me he will come to put me out of my misery! AND WHEN HE DOES I'M GOING TO RIP HIS HEART OUT AND BRING IT TO YOU! I'M GOING TO TAKE HIM FROM YOU JUST LIKE YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME!" The words more than anything shocked Salvatore into action. The Zapper was right, either way he wasn't long for this world and at least this way he couldn't hurt anyone else. His finger squeezed the trigger as the rocket ignited and left the tube a blue steak hurdling across the spaced between the two males.

An instant before the large warhead struck the Zapper it detonated in a small explosion sending a superfine cloud of white mist out in all directions. At almost thirty meters in all directions the haze partly obscured the huge raccoon as Salvatore covered his face and hit the dirt. He head the secondary explosion just before he hit the ground as the thermobaric warhead went off. Banned everywhere for their ability to pack a massive explosion into a very small package, fuel air bombs were a death sentence to almost any living creature caught inside the blast.

A primary charge would disperse a hyper flammable cloud of nanofuel that would flow into buildings bunkers or lungs before a second ignition charge then detonate the entire cloud of fuel. Salvatore tried to hold his breath as the blast wave ripped him off the ground and tossed him to the far end of the lot as a thick pillar of fire roared upward into the sky.

The heat was so intense that it was singeing his fur and burning his flesh as he skipped over the ground. Most of his clothing was torn away by the concussion as he rolled to a stop. That smell filled his mouth with bile as long buried memories of an attack by screaming men in the dark and fire all around him. He tried to blink away those memories as the lenses in his mask were cracked and scorched as he slowly pulled it off and tried to sit up.

Everything hurt but he made it to his feet shakily as he thanked the gods for his super toughness. His eyes went to where the Zapper had been and nothing remained. There was only a large black crater thirty meters wide between pieces of melted concrete and molten steel re-bar. The sand on the ground in front of him had turned into a black glassy surface and he could see where huge chunks of rubble had liquefied. Nothing seemed to remain of the Zapper as he blinked and tried to slow his breathing. The raccoon had been insane. The world was better off without him but something inside the horse felt sick about what he done and how he had done it. Zachariah had been helpless in his last moments and he had cut him down. What did it say about him that he was capable of such things?

He didn't get long to ponder as a pair of heavy military transports roared into the dusty lot behind him. They hadn't even fully stopped before both vehicle's doors exploded opened and four large bulls almost his size and all armed to the teeth scrambled out and leveled an assortment of guns at him. They formed a circle around him covering him as he slowly held his paws up. Wheels in the stallion's head were spinning as he starred the bovines around him noting just how much they all resembled Sickle and Hammer.

Finally the last door opened as a trim gray haired human stepped out. He wore an officer's uniform and the stars on his shoulders marked him as a general. He carried himself with authority and a stiff backed posture that only years of military service could instill, but the sight of this mysterious human made something in Salvatore's stomach turn. He walked boldly up to the horse, his hands behind his back as he looked at the destruction the stud had caused.

"Quite a job you've done here soldier. No telling how many lives he has taken though I do wish you have left me something to scrap up and take back home." Salvatore's eyes flicked back and forth between the bulls and the cocky human general he had expected to have to deal with the police or the Elemental Alliance but this strange group was neither as he stared at the human and things started to click into place. "You don't talk much do you Captain Monti. Your file said as much, or would you prefer I called you Salvatore?"

The horse was on his feet with his blade out and an inch away from the human's neck before anyone could blink as the group of bulls tensed but none of them fired. The human still looked cool as a cucumber staring down the ten foot horse.

"Very interesting," he said looking down the length of the weapon attached to Salvatore's arm. "You know I've wanted to meet you for some time. It came as quite a shock to me when we discovered that someone did survive the Gene Stealer attack on your convoy. It was an even bigger surprise when we discovered that you were exposed to our evo-X virus and somehow survived. To date you are the only specimen we've had who lasted longer than eight hours but it seems you've thrived."

"So you're the puppeteer behind the job and the bulls," he said in a flat tone as the general raised one eyebrow. "You're also the one who hired the Ripper aren't you," said the horse with pure venom in his voice. For the first time the human didn't look so sure of himself as his eyes widened slightly.

"Easy there soldier why don't you put down that blade so we can talk like men?" Salvatore snorted but almost immediately his arm began to feel tremendously heavy. His stomach turned as he felt that chemically induced control he so despised wash over him stronger than ever. His head pounded and his vision swam while his paw began to shake before flopping limply to his side.

"There we are," said the human his voice nice cool again as Salvatore's paws clenched and he stared bloody murder at military man in front of him. "Never show up without a plan and a means to execute it I always say."

"You seem to know my name but I can't say the same about yours," Salvatore growled out as the smaller male in front of him smiled.

"My name is General Vernon Washington, head of the American military's advanced solider program," he said as he crossed his arms behind his back. "I came here to recruit a highly able soldier who's efforts are wasted running around in a mask," he said as the tip of his boot nudged Salvatore's cast off blinker.

"So you are the man trying to out Stealer the Gene Stealers."

"You could say that. The Advanced Solider Program was a piddling dead end project until the government saw what the Gene Stealers could do. The kind of power they could give to normal people opened the right eyes and woke people up for the first time in a long time. They realized that the only thing that could protect us, the only thing that can ever be counted on is strength and now that I'm in command I'm going to make our fighting forces the world's most powerful again. Look what we've already been able to do," he said waving his hand at the armed bulls around them. "And this isn't even half of what I've got up my sleeve," he said confidently.

"So why is it so important that you have the biggest dick in some global dick waving contest?" spat the equine as he tried to raise his arm again.

"Because right now a bunch of super powered oligarchs control our destiny. They are elected by no one, controlled by no one, and responsible to no one, yet we rely on them to protect us from others just like them. You of all people don't need to be told what it's like to be powerless while some super cuts the man beside you in half with their mind or brings down the building you're in on top of you. They have held us hostage for too long and you are going to help me break the siege Salvatore."

"So you think the way to insure peace is brew up a bunch of government supers all under your control? You think they won't just respond in kind? I've known men like you. Men who use violence and fear as a ladder for themselves. You just want to insure that you get your war because you will know that that's the only way you come out on top!" said Salvatore accusingly.

"We all have our talents but I'm not the one who started weaponizing supers, the Gene Stealers did that. But what they stared I plan to finish and yes there is a war coming, you know it and I know it, and what I have is fighters. Super powered brawlers just like the Elemental Alliance and the Gene Stealers, but what I need are soldiers. Real fighting men, not flashy costumed pussies who wince at the sight of blood. With what you showed me today, I know I've found the man for the job. I need what you have in your blood but more importantly I need what you have in there," he said pointing at Salvatore's head. "You understand like I do that winning is all that matters and sometimes sacrifices must be made in order to ensure victory"

"Sacrifices!" hissed Salvatore as his vision narrowed. "Sacrifices like the ones you made out of my friends?!" he roared as his paw shot out straight for Washington's neck. His fingers were halted just a hairs breath short as a sharp pain engulfed his entire arm. It felt like invisible flames were licking at his skin as he jerked it back only to have them vanish. The general looked peeved as he glanced back at his men before turning back to Salvatore.

"They assured me this reformulated control serum would make you more amenable but it looks like that isn't the case. Did you know that the theft of the first batch was what tipped me off that you might still be around? Most of my comrades were convicted that even if you were exposed to the evo-X virus you were dead in some ditch or down some ravine somewhere. Then the entire supply of our control serum vanished into thin air from a highly restricted area. Why would someone go to so much effort to steal something designed to control a person exposed to a virus that killed everyone it infected? That's when I took a closer look at the body White Knight provided us with. It seems that the rumors of your demise had been a bit exaggerated."

Salvatore growled the horse as he grappled with his own body for control. Every time he thought about hurting the human in front of him pain shot through him and he couldn't stop thinking about it.

"You are a clever one aren't you," said Washington with a thin shallow smile. "It doesn't matter what you know or think you know. We have the technology to make you forget everything but the bits we want you to remember. Willingly or not you are going to do your duty soldier," said Washington with a smug look on his face.

Something deep in Salvatore seemed to snap accompanied by the images of his dead friends faces. The pain racing up his arm was suddenly a good hurt. The pain meant freedom, and defiance of the man in front of him as his paw shot forward and wrapped around the human General's neck. It felt as if a hundred blow torches were being held against his skin but he lifted his arm anyway hosting the shocked human skyward. The general let out a startled cry as several of the bulls fired at horse giving him a new pain to contend with. Bulky handgun looking weapons attached by a cord to a pack on their backs fired a pair a needle like spikes that buried themselves into his skin as the weapons suddenly sent millions of volts coursing into his body.

Slavaotor screamed in pain as his body locked up and he dropped the human he was holding falling muzzle first into the dirt. The four bovine soldiers continued to hold down their triggers sending lighting arching through the equines body.

"How does that feel son?!?" snarled an enraged Washington as he snatched a shocker out of the paws of one of his bulls. "We cooked these stunners up just for freaks like you but I think they need a bit more testing!" He twisted the knob on the side of one of the weapons as the maelstrom of agony inside Salvatore ticked up a notch. His back hit the dirt as his body jerked and his limbs clenched so tight his nails cut four bloody crescents into the thick skin of his flesh and blood paw. He tried to move his arms and pull on of the shockers out of his skin but the current running through his own tremendous muscles were keeping him immobilized. Washington moved into the edge of his view rubbing a charred and swollen red band of skin around his neck as Salvatore made a furious growling sound through clenched teeth.

"Well soldier it looks like you were more broken than I anticipated," he said looking down at the prone and twitching horse. "No matter. I have people who can fix you. Make you forget about all your friends and anyone you ever carried about. We'll have you shiny and new in no time." Several bulls invaded his vision as he saw the general turn and shout for tranquilizers as Salvatore tried to move one last time.

The tasers were burning and charring the skin and fur where their prongs pierced his skin and the horse could smell himself cooking again. His vision swam as the sun high above stared right into his eyes. A swift black something seemed to dart across the burning sphere as he saw a pair of winds spread high above him and he heard a voice.

"GET UP AND FIGHT!"

Three thin knives seemed to fall out of the heavens as an expert paw threw them at the horse. The blades stuck one taser each causing the devices to explode and stopping enough of the current to let the horse speak as he let out a war cry that could be heard for blocks each and every bull had his gun leveled at Salvatore but it was already too late as nearly every ounce of atmosphere within a hundred meter radius was compressed into a spot the size of an acorn three feet above Salvatore's chest.

All noise vanished as everyone was plunged into near vacuum but it didn't stay that way long as he released it in a sudden explosion that sent bulls flying like leaves and tipped over one of the transports. As the air rushed back so too did sound as he heard the sounds of bodies returning to earth. Salvatore had curved the impact around it as best he could but it still felt like someone had taken a driven him into the ground like a railroad spike. The blast managed to shred any of his clothing that was left.

The stallion rolled over slowly thanking every god he knew and a certain black dragon as he took inventory. Everything still hurt which probably meant it was all still attached as he tried to stand. One of the bull's rifles was half buried in the ground as he grabbed it and used it like a cane to get to his feet. He peeled the last part of his costume away before checking the chamber of the rile he was holding and slapping the bottom of the mag to make sure it was seated.

When he looked up he almost smiled as he saw a staggered looking general Washington leaning against the only remaining transport still right side up. The human started to reach for the door when Salvatore put a bullet through the window next to his head.

"No I'm afraid you aren't going anywhere," said the horse as he slowly padded closer to the swearing human. "You never answered my question," he said with deadly seriousness as Washington snarled back at him. "Was it you? Did you order the hit that killed my friends?"

"I did and I would do it again!" shouted Washington who for the first time almost looked afraid. "We needed more than stories on the news! I needed something to inspire the men. I needed to make it personal for them and I needed to make my weak kneed commanders think we had something worth stealing and I did all by sacrificing just three lives!"

"They were the lives of my friends!" roared Salvatore as he leveled the barrel of the rifle at the human's forehead.

"There are ALWAYS casualties in war soldier, but the strong survive and thrive just like you did. This world is going to burn unless men like you and I make the decisions others can't! We are the only ones who can save it!"

"Bullshit!" said Salvatore. "They weren't pieces for you to trample over, they were people!" he said his voice cracking. "Ted! Dolf! Victoria! They all counted on me to keep them alive then you took them away from me and made me into this!" he said as his paws shook. "I'm not going to let you do it to anyone else."

His finger started to move and take up the slack on the trigger as the gun in his paws exploded into pieces. The bolt went one way and the receiver another as it disassembled itself leaving a shocked Salvatore holding nothing when two clenched fists slammed into the middle of his bare chest.

Poised like a living missile Feral Steel hit him at his maximum speed as his whole body buckled and he ripped from his feet. The super was a sleek bullet of iron corded muscles barely constrained beneath slate grey and white spandex uniform, with gleaming metal bracers wrapped around his forearms. Feral Steel stopped just after impact as Salvatore absorbed all his momentum flying backward until a thick concrete berm stopped his progress. He was only just able to get to his feet as he looked up to see a very pissed looking Feral Steel hovering just about ground level.

"That was for my son!" he yelled as he stared down the wheezing stallion. Thick metal gauntlets snapped onto his fists as he flew forwards striking as he moved. His paws bounced off a thin air shield just in front of Salvatore's arms as the horse tried to strike back only to have a thick steel I-beam slam into his back. The impact sent him reeling forward as Feral lined up a crushing uppercut which landed square and true on the point of Salvatore's chin.

Blackness swirled as he bounced across the dirt and slid to a stop all over again. Salvatore felt the approach of Steel more that saw him as he grabbed a pawful of dirt and flung it into the face of the oncoming super. He mule kicked sending a shockwave of air slamming into the flying Feral Steel and making him careen upward as Salvatore jumped to his feet and sprinted towards Washington. The human was now in the transport as the tires kicked up dirt sending the vehicle skidding towards the lots exit but it wasn't faster than the roaring stallion. He unsheathed his blade as his legs tensed for a jump that would carry him the rest of the way. The stallion's massive quads fired sending him airborne as he felt several somethings grab hold of his upper and lower body.

Thick steel cables sprang out of thin air and cinched tight around him as they pulled him back to earth. His blade only managed to nick the rear bumper as Washington's ride tore through a fence on to the way to the street. Salvatore roared in frustration as he forced himself to his feet while more and more cables wrapped around him springing from under the ground and every other metal object in the lot. Like living snakes the covered almost every inch of his hide but his rage and raw power drove him forward dragging what felt like half the lot behind him. When Washington's vehicle at last vanished he felt to all fours almost completely spent as Feral Steel touched down right in front of.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE JUST DONE!?" roared the horse as the metal cables wrapped around him seemed to fall away like water save a particularly thick one around his neck. "You just let a murdering sociopath escape!"

"Funny. I was under the impression I had just caught one," said the super in a cool tone as he looked up down at the stallion. The confidant super was almost close enough were a lunge could bring him down under the stallion's paws and just before the equine tensed himself to pounce he felt the metal collar squeeze tight around his neck and cut off any fight he had left. When there was at last no more air he felt to the ground coughing at sputtering as his collar loosen just a tad.

"Not a very subtle or bright one are you?" Feral Steel said with more than a little disdain in his voice. Salvatore only choked out a bitter laugh as his paws started moving towards the steel cable choker. It tightened again as a thick chain slithered over and quickly bound his wrists together.

"Take these off and we'll see how I do," said the horse trying to goad the super above him. "I was more than a match for your son wasn't I?"

It was the last thing Salvatore got to say as his own metal fist was slammed into the bottom of his chin. Between his exhaustion and thin air supply the blow was enough to silence the horse for good as his eyes rolled back into his head.

Feral Steel frowned as he looked down at the strange super powered interloper. There had been reports of The Zip Zapper and the scene looked like a super fight, only the raccoon was nowhere in sight. The human in military dress had sped away without any explanation and if anyone else had been at the scene they seemed to have slipped away during the fighting leaving only himself and the frightfully well-built stallion. All he knew about the equine was that he possessed a very high degree of super strength and some kind of force projection power along with a strange metal arm. Still despite the strangeness something familiar tugged at him as he reported back to base and waited for the anti-super transport to arrive.

Another pair of eyes was watching from atop tall a building half a mile away. A black dragon stood perched on the corner of the roof with his wings half unfurled like some sort of gargoyle. He seemed very close to pitching himself off the building and swooping down to the scene below, his tail twitching every few moments as the anti-super van pulled up beside Salvatore and Feral Steel. His legs tensed ready to leap. It would be the work of a moment to rescue his horse when a hand suddenly gripped his shoulder.

"Hold fast. You know you cannot help him anymore than you already have."

"He needs me!" snapped the dragon in an angry tone he had never before used in his master's presence as the paw slowly patted his shoulder.

"Going down there now would only make things worse than they already are. You know this." Dragon Knights body sagged as his wings drooped and he clenched his fists. "I told you what I could of the path I could see. For whatever reason his journey remains somewhat obscure but I see many paths that have both of you together.

"Why couldn't he have joined us?! You could have shown him your vision. He would have seen reason-"

"You know that we only take those who willingly chose to walk our path. He made his choice. I don't think you would care for him as much as you do if he wasn't the way he is," said the creature behind Dragon Knight as his own wings shifted slightly. "I understand what it means to have that for which you burn right in front of you and yet be unable to touch," said Chimera as he looked down at Feral Steel helping an unconscious Salvatore into an anti-super transport. "But it is the path we walk because we must," he said solemnly. "You will not be long from his arms I think," said Chimera as he calmly surveyed the scene below. "He is as you said a warrior. He will find his place as you have."

"I trust in your vision master," said Dragon Knight as he watched the van slowly vanish from sight.

Epilogue

Lewis 'Madman' Sachez stood planted on one side of the force wall barrier watching the prisoner inside. Ben Connors, better known as Blood Wolf was right beside him with a thin line of drool running down his chin.

"I want to motorboat that ass," said Madman suddenly as the hulking hyena looked down at the human in school clothing.

"Oh gods does he ever need a wolf packing," Ben said letting out a lupine growl as he wiped a bit of drool off his chin. A tiger dressed in a rather nondescript suit walked by and stopped as he looked inside before glancing at that half-dressed hyena.

"Wolf Christ Madman I thought I told you to get him some clothes!" said Bren.

"He, uh didn't accept the ones we provided him," said Madman.

"Unf! I wanted to see him in that thong bad too! Not that this isn't good too," Ben said as he stared at the horse on the other side of the one way barrier.

"So in the three days he has been here, you to have been getting your jollies in by making him parade around naked?! That's a violation of basic human rights!" shouted a now angry tiger as he poked Ben in the shoulder.

"Well he's a horse not a human, I'm an evil werewolf, and Madman is Madman," said Ben with a shrug of his shoulders as if his answer explained everything.

"What are you three all up- oh my!" said Mary as she walked up behind them and immediately began to rub her temples with her fingers. "You two are-"

"Come on Mary look at that!" said Ben motioning with his hands.

"I'm looking," she said a bit slower as he gaze seemed to linger on the figure inside the cell. She turned away abruptly as she balled her hands into fists as she started to walk back down the hall. "NO you CAN NOT borrow my riding crop!" she said sharply as Madman shut his mouth before he could open it. Bren followed after her shaking his head as he went leaving the deviant pair alone until another voice spoke up.

"I do not think you would be the one doing the whipping," said a deep gravelly voice as both the hyena and werewolf jumped. A tall jet-black wolf with the glowing, ethereal wings erupting from his back materialized behind them as he stepped towards the barrier. "I wish to speak to him a moment alone," he said as Ben and Madman glanced at each other.

"Uh the anti-super field is still on in his cell do you want me to go get it turned off?" asked a nervous sounding Madman.

"That is unnecessary," he said as he stepped right through the energy barrier like it wasn't there. The pair remaining on the outside of the cell didn't waste any time in leaving the Lord of Death along with the horse as they retreated back down the hall happy that the scary god didn't want to have a private chat with them.

Salvatore breathed out slowly as he lifted the heavily laden straight bar. It bowed slightly around his paws thanks to the number of plates on each side as he brought it up to his chest. With a grunt he pushed upward raising the weight above his head and locked his arms completing the power clean and jerk. He controlled the weight back down before doing it again as he stared at the back wall of his cell. It was mirrored so he could only see his reflection unless a switch was flipped but he swore he could feel eyes on him as he stopped for a moment to rest.

The cell wasn't the worst place in the world to be with a bed, toilet, a small shower and even a heathy supply of weight equipment he had been taking advantage of. Strangely though there were quite a few drains spaced all around the floor. The anti-super field being generated in the cell had drastically cut his strength and by his estimates he was now only fractionally stronger than someone of his size and build. He grew tried much much faster and his metal arm seemed oddly heavy and numb.

His senses now seemed to be back to 'normal' which was also jarring. The horse had gotten so use to his super abilities that he now felt naked without them but it seemed to make his training significantly more intense. The fact that he was probably giving the voyeurs the full monty while he worked out also irritated him but he wasn't about to wear the skimpy bits the hyena kept pushing on him. Still he had bigger things to worry about.

After being knocked out by Feral Steel he had woken up in this cell too tired to do anything but rest. It was soon clear that he was a guest of Arsenal and he had already seen several of its members that he recognized. Other than bringing him food and the hyena's clumsy come ons he hadn't had much contact over the last three days which puzzled him. Salvatore figured it was only a matter of time before they pumped him for information, blanked his mind, and sent him somewhere more permanent.

The thing he was most concerned about was losing his memory of General Vernon Washington. That name was his link. If he had a name he had an enemy he could face. Eventually he would get out of were ever they put him and when he did the General would be at the top of his to do list.

"A simple creature of vengeance are we," said a voice as Salvatore spun and kicked blindly. A dark winged wolf caught his huge hoof in one paw like it was nothing as he gave it a push and sent the horse into the far wall. Salvatore shaken and stunned as the blade in his arm slowly began to inch out of his arm before he felt an invisible force start to push it back inside. "None of that," said the wolf as his eyes bored straight into the stallions and a deep sense of dread began to fall over the horse.

Cold seemed to gather in his feet and fingertips till it stung as he stared into the black eyes of the wolf and the sweat on his body froze. His teeth started to chatter next as he tried to get ahold of himself while the lupine calmly scratched his chin. This terrible feeling that washed over him wasn't unfamiliar though. He had experienced it many times before. Once in a temple in North Korea when he saw the roof falling straight for him and again on a dusty road in Nevada staring down a manic. It was the feeling of staring death in the face and as quick as it came on it vanished leaving him panting. His body, so pumped with adrenaline, trembled like a leaf as he stared the wolf down half surprised he hadn't pissed himself. Whatever the wolf was he wanted no more of him.

"Who, no WHAT are you," he said in a slow careful tone as he leaned on the wall for support.

"I am Arcturus, the Hound of Death."

"That isn't an answer," said Salvatore as he managed to straighten up.

"And I don't think a true answer would be quick in coming or provide any comfort," said Arcturus as his wings shifted slowly behind him. "You are a curiosity to me," he said slowly as the hairs on Salvatore's neck prickled again.

"What does that mean?"

"You have no way of knowing, but you happen to be a patron of mine. You delivered to me one who I have been waiting on for a long long time and he was most... satisfying," said the wolf. "And he was not the only one. I can see that on your hands," he said as Salvatore's paws prickled. For a moment it felt as if something warm and wet were dripping off them but as he held them up they appeared dry. "Do you know that you are muddled like they are?" he asked as Salvatore cocked his head.

"Like who are?"

"The Gene Stealers," he said as the stallion's body tightened. "They are all shielded by some force I can't recognize but you are different. It is like you are here but not here. I see you standing in front of me but I can't see the time of our final meeting," said the wolf as a chill went down his back and Arcturus took a step closer. "Every who lives has some connection with me because one day we all must pass but no matter how long I search I can't find yours. Why is it can I see nothing of your future Salvatore?"

"Fuck if I know," snapped the horse as that deep unease returned. He didn't like the words coming out the wolf's mouth or how the creature made him feel so suddenly powerless and exposed.

"Another time perhaps," said Arcturus as he turned away. "You also need not worry about me telling them of your relationship with the dragon. I guess I owe you that much for the souls you delivered."

Salvatore's mouth went dry at those words as his body seemed to lock up while the wolf slowly turned back toward him with something on his face that almost looked like a grin.

"That one doesn't quite know the chink he has put in his own armor yet," said the wolf as Salvatore's mind spun in thirty different directions. "Another curiosity to ponder over," he said as he tuned and simply vanished.

Salvatore had to remind himself to breathe several times as he tried to recover. Just thinking about Erik made his heart beat faster as he slowly stepped away from the wall. Their relationship was stupid, risky, and a dangerous liability.

Salvatore tried not to think about that day as the mirrored wall of his cell suddenly became transparent. Madman was standing their holding several different things in each paw with the red furred Bloodwolf standing right beside him.

"You are going to need to put these on," he said his voice sounding slightly distorted through the barrier as he tossed a bundle of clothes through the force wall. Salvatore picked them up noting that at least this time there was a shirt and shorts but the included underwear was the same slinky thong with what looked like a hyena paw on the front of the crotch that the eager looking super had been trying to push on him for the last three days.

Bloodwolf licked his chops and Madman rubbed his hands as Salvatore snorted and tossed the pair across the room into the toilet. Bloodwolf laughed and Madman looked disappointed as he slipped the thin pair of shorts up his legs and unfolded the shirt. His jaw clenched when he saw that the shirt was Arsenal branded apparel with chibi version of the hyena and the words "I"m Mad for Madman!" printed on the front. Salvatore promptly tore the shirt in half as the werewolf laughed again while the hyena grumbled and looked a bit surly.

"That just came from the printers," he said as he tossed the rest of what he was holding through the force wall. A pair of thick arm and leg shackles clanked to the ground as Salvatore simply stared at them for a moment. "Put them on or we go get FeralSteel to make you put them on," grunted Madman as the horse reluctantly complied.

Once he had both the ankle bracelets on a beam of energy shot between the two limiting his range of motion and the same happened as both arm bracelet's clicked into place as his paws were pulled together.

"This is my favorite part," said Bloodwolf eagerly as he taped something into the control panel beside the cell. The force wall went down and the anti-super field flicked off at the same moment making a strange sensation rock through the big stud. He barely managed to keep his hooves under him as an involuntary groan slipped out of his muzzle. Like throwing gasoline on softly burning coals all his power came rushing back in one toe curing wave.

The soreness and fatigue he had been carrying without even knowing left him leaving his whole body feeling amazing and new. Every muscle felt pumped and itching for action as the desire for ether a good fight or a fuck gripped the horse. He was breathing hard as he felt his cock twitch in his now much too tight shorts as he felt himself calm by inches. Salvatore began to take deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth as he clawed back control. After a minute or so he was able to stand up as the pair of supers moved to either side of him.

"The boss wants to ask you some questions. Be good or we put an anit-super collar on you," said Bloodwolf as he gripped at one of Salvatore's shoulders.

"We can take a detour though if you feel like you need to blow of some steam though," said Madman in a suggestive tone.

"Let's just get his over with," grumbled Salvatore as he stepped forward before Madman could grab his shoulder. The pair led him down the hall and deeper into a facility before ushering him into what appeared to be an interrogation room. A surly Madman pointed to one of the three chairs in the room around a plane looking steel table as the horse sat and the pair exited. Like his cell there was a mirrored wall on the side of the room facing the door and the irritated horse slowly turned his chair to face it wondering how long they were going to make him wait...