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25.

Dimitri, Jake and me strolled back from the cafeteria. I was trying to pick sesame seeds from between my teeth, feeling pretty content. Then we got to Cellblock-H. I knew something was up from the presence of more than one or two guards.

We passed through the big iron doors, branching off from the crowd returning from breakfast. I gawked at the white-coats from the infirmary. They wheeled out the wolf from last night. He wasn't covered so I assumed he was still alive but, who knows in here?

"Eyes forward, pet," Dimitri spoke in a hush.

My mind raced with the possibilities of how much trouble we were in. I kept my head forward, but out of the corner of my eyes I watched the cluster of guards. Two things stood out. They had a raptor in handcuffs seated at one of the common area tables. And Blake was there. His fur looked so dark that I could have sworn the blackness was eating the light around him, but that was probably just my imagination because I knew how evil he was on the inside.

We marched up the stairs to the second level. I watched Dimitri's swaying striped tail, tracing it with my eyes, following it to where it became lost under the hem of his tight prison shirt. It worked to keep me from staring over the edge at the scene playing out below. It almost worked too well when I nearly walked into that chiseled ass when it stopped in our cell.

Dimitri sat on his bunk, resting his feet on the cell's table across from him. I refused to believe he wasn't at all curious about what was going on.

"Sir?"

He looked at me through bored, half lidded eyes. "What?"

"What's happening out there?"

"How the hell should I know? The same shit that went down when they questioned Jake." He looked at his TV but didn't move to turn it on. His nonchalant demeanor wasn't fooling me.

"Would it be alright if I stood by the door and watched?" I asked.

"Yeah," his answer came a hair's breadth to quick and I suppressed a smile. "Let me know what's happening."

"Yes, sir!" I chirped.

***

I didn't have a great view, but from our cell I could see the guards that stood behind the table. They weren't in a hurry and I wasn't going anywhere so for most of the morning I watched the slow process as they pulled inmates from the surrounding cells and sent them off to be interviewed. Invariably the furs would claim to have no idea what happened to the wolf. Finally I saw something interesting.

"Sir, the guards brought in some boxes," I informed Dimitri of the developments.

The tiger stood behind me, easily able to see over my head. We watched some of the guards disappear from view as they went into the wolf's cell, and two others escorted the cuffed raptor away. At the same time Blake returned, presumably from interviewing.

"They won't be coming back," Dimitri muttered.

"What do mean?"

Dimitri went back to his bunk. "Just what I said. They're moving the wolf and his cellmate. Let me know when they bring in the fresh meat." He put his headphones on and I was alone.

Fresh meat? I was kind of excited to see some new furs. Experience told me I shouldn't expect anything good to come of this, but what if they turn out to nice, like Hash or Sanders? Wasn't I owed some good luck by now?

As it turns out, I was not.

"Sir!" The iron cellblock door was opening. Two guards were carrying out the boxes they used to clean out the cell, passing inbound officers escorting inmates. Dimitri was next to me again, and I'm sure the entire cellblock was at the bars to see the new arrivals.

There were three inmates being led in. I was confused but kept my mouth shut. At the head of the short procession was another wolf. Bigger than the one they took out. A stripe of his brown hair and the fur on his ears were dyed an unnatural silver that had an almost metallic sheen to it. Dimitri swore as the new wolf lifted his cuffed hands and pointed to Piter's cell and yelled a muffled greeting that left no doubt he was part of the pack. Not good, but all I could seem to focus on was how he got his hair to look like that.

Next in line was a shorter fur, huge ears and very light coloring, almost an eggshell hue. He was a fennec I realized. I knew with the fucked up nature of the Pack's hierarchy, that fennec was available to rent. And I knew that with the fucked up nature of the the inmates, he was going to be in high demand.

"Son of a bitch," Dimitri cursed again. "He used me. That fucking dog used me to free up a cell so he can bring in his own furs."

That explained why Sanders said Piter had been apologetic and unbothered by his assassin's failure. Wow, I thought, Piter was clever. Evil, but clever. The husky played a deep game.

I tried to see the third prisoner they brought in, but Blake gestured toward one of the cells on the upper level, and I only caught a glimpse of an arm from my angle. Then it hit me. Vince's note said Herb was being transferred to H-Block. I thought he had more time in solitary, but given the lax work ethic around here, I guess they wanted to save the effort and do both transfers at once.

A familiar chorus of taunting and threats heralded the arrival of the new fur. Blake shouted into his radio for a door to be opened. Then I heard that grating voice of the panda as he tossed back insults and threats that he had no hope of backing up. I sighed and whispered to Dimitri.

"Are you going to let Vince take care of this?"

Dimitri shrugged, letting me worry over how this change to his carefully ordered world was going to affect him. Before I could press the issue, we heard the footsteps of a guard. It could only be Blake.

The black wolf ambled to our cell, eyeing us with a sadistic smirk. "Regal," he greeted me.

"Sir," I nodded submissively and moved away from the bars.

"Dimitri," Blake greeted.

"Asshole," the tiger returned.

Blake laughed it off, focusing on me. "How's the killer turned cum-bucket doing? I'm not seeing a lot of bruising," he glanced to Dimitri, "you disappoint me, cat. Did he tell you how he ratted you out the last time we spoke?"

My jaw dropped. "No I didn't!"

Thankfully, Dimitri didn't take the bait. "Fuck off, Blake."

The wolf rolled his eyes. "Anyways, just thought I'd stop by and give little Regal a heads up that I'm going to be borrowing him sometime tomorrow... maybe the next day if I'm busy."

I whimpered.

"For what?" Dimitri growled.

"That's not any of your business." Blake kept his eyes on me, his voice dropped to harsh whisper. "Your friend, Herb, just moved in. I know you'll be real excited to reconnect and introduce him around, but I I want you to keep in mind that if something happens to my asset, I'm going to damage your ass," his paw fondled the hilt of his baton.

I couldn't hide the shudder. "B-but how ca-"

Blake held up his hand. "We can talk later, slut. I've got work to do." He started to walk away, then slowed and over his shoulder, loud enough for as many inmates in the neighboring cells to hear as possible, "thanks for the tip, Regal. I will be sure to look into it. If you've got anymore, just tell one of the other guards." He stifled a laugh and rallied his furs to leave.

Why was he so cruel? My legs were shaking and I had to bend over, resting my hands on my knees, to keep from collapsing.

"Breath, pet." I felt Dimitri guiding me onto his bunk. My limbs tingled and I realized I was hyperventilating. "No one believes that fucker. Just relax."

***

An hour of resting my head on Dimitri's lap while he stroked my ears had me almost pulled back together.

I wiped my nose as I rolled over to look up at Dimitri. "Thank you, sir." I managed a smile.

"Better?"

I nodded. It wouldn't matter, I decided, if Blake tried to make me look like a snitch. Not with Dimitri watching out for me. It wasn't love, at least not the kind of love I felt toward Hash, but I started to feel something towards Dimitri. Something other than the fear that was a constant companion since Blake locked me in with the big tiger. I'd say I began to look at him like a big brother, but I hated my brothers, and that kind of mindset would just make things weird whenever Dimitri fucked me. For now, I would call it appreciation... tinged with fear.

***

By the time we were lining up for lunch I was back to my old self again. I had even felt well enough to take out my pen and do some doodling on the backs of some of my legal papers.

I managed to work out some of my frustration with sketching a picture of a cartoonish Blake making out with Piter while wearing bras. The cell doors started to open and I tucked the drawing into my box, giggling childishly at my silly art.

Jake waited for us to pass his cell before jumping out to join me and Dimitri.

"Did you see the fresh meat?" I tried to use the term I heard Dimitri use, but it didn't sound right on my tongue.

Jake nodded.

"Thoughts?"

Jake shrugged.

"Thank you, Jake. Always insightful." I rolled my eyes as he laughed. Ahead of us I saw that waddling asshole, Herb. His shrill voice traveled to far. He was bragging to his new cellie, a bear, possibly a kodiak, but he was too far ahead to be sure. Herb, being the speciesist jerk that he is, probably requested to be housed with a bear. Which I found ironic, since anyone who has even the slightest knowledge of history would know the pandas link to the ursine bloodline was dubious at best. Not that reason would get in the way of Herb's ego.

Maybe we'd all get lucky and he'd get himself tossed into protective custody just by being himself.

The lunch fare was disappointing. Fried breaded chicken slabs and some sort of green vegetable that was too mushy to know what it was exactly. Still, I ate as quickly as I could. Vince had a client scheduled to pick me up any moment now.

"Foxes," Dimitri commanded our attention more effectively than any guard, teacher or parent ever could. "I'm going to join Sanders in the common area this evening. I know you've got that weird shit happening," Dimitri said to Jake, "so if you want to just chill in your cell, that's fine. Pet?"

"I'll be with you." Obviously, but I loved it when he let me make a choice, even if it wasn't much of one.

"Good boy." He looked over my head. "Tox is here."

I spun around, all my effort went into not wagging my tail. His tongue flitted through his lips, licking the pointy teeth of his harmless but intimidating smile. He had his yellow feathers slicked back and his prison issued button up tucked into his pants. I nearly laughed at how much it looked like the raptor was coming over to pick up a date.

"Hmmm," he hummed to himself as he eyed me. Then to Dimitri, "May I have your permission to ask out your fine fox furry for a little fun?"

Even Dimitri was having trouble holding back a laugh. The tiger coughed to cover up his amusement. "Where the hell do you find these guys, Regal?"

They find me. I blushed, pleading with my eyes that Dimitri would let me get going before Tox attempted any more chivalry.

"Go," he waved me off. "And have fun."

Tox waited until we were a few tables out of hearing range. "I asked around. Dimitri likes it when you're polite. Do you think I impressed him?"

"You definitely made an impression."

"Hmm, good." He led us to the door to the kitchen, knocking a few times. "How has my favorite fuzzy been?"

I sighed. "I've had a stressful few days. More so than usual, even."

His eyes lit up. "I can fix that."

"I know you can," I stepped closer so I pressed into his side. The raptor shivered with a groan. Then pounded the door with more urgency.

When the door opened Tox grabbed me by the arm and shoved past a startled ferret and nearly knocked over several other kitchen furs. I tried to apologize to them but Tox wasn't about to slow down.

He found his way to the storerooms, hesitating to ask if I wanted baking goods or vegetables. I thought of the things we could do with a carrot or, I blushed just thinking of it, an eggplant. I shook my head to bring me back to my sense. I eat those vegetables and would like to be able to continue to do so. I pointed to the baking goods room and pretended I didn't just have the epiphany that I probably wasn't the only fur having sex in the kitchen, on the food.

Tox pushed me into the dark room, the door slammed. I could hear the raptor's quick breathing and the beat of my own quickening pulse. The lights snapped on, blinding me just long enough for Tox to pin me to the wall, his lips pecking at my exposed neck. "Wait. Clothes," I fought to control my own urges.

Tox broke contact, "great idea." He pulled off his shirt in a single fluid movement. I copied him, less gracefully. While I twisted my arm out of my sleeve, Tox was already opening my pants. He slowed, easing them down inch by inch, kissing his way to my crotch. I felt that magic tongue start to soak my pubic fur. I moaned at the raw lust the raptor was showing me. He stopped short of taking my cock in his mouth and looked up at me. "Can I rub your back?"

I nodded in a daze. Tox was up in a flash, pulling a stainless steel table away from the wall. With one swipe he sent the unpacked boxes of salt to the floor. I stumbled to him, letting him help me onto the table with another exaggerated show of chivalry. "M'fluffy," he said with a bow that had me cracking up.

I welcomed the distraction of the initial chill as I laid face down. How embarrassing would it be for the professional whore to cum before things even got started. I sighed as the reassuring weight of Tox settled into straddling my ass.

"I brought you a present," he said.

"I can feel it already," I snickered.

"Not that, Regal. Just remind me later to give it to you."

Was that a double entendre, or- It didn't matter. The raptor's skillful fingers sunk into my knotted muscles like they were made of sponge instead of the balls of barbed wire I'd been beginning to suspect they were. My moans and cries sounded a million miles away, soon to be joined by whatever stress I'd been carrying. I think Tox was saying something about how much he loved the feel of furs, but I was having a fucking out of body experience.

"Fuck me," I croaked.

"What was that?"

"Please. Fuck. Me." I wanted him to do to my insides what he'd done to my outsides.

"Your wish is my command." I could already feel his hard cock resting in my crevice, all he needed to do was ram it in and I'd be in heaven. But then I felt him get off me and hop to the floor.

I somehow found the strength to move my head. Don't leave, I wanted to say, but I probably just would have drooled if I'd opened my mouth. He was digging through our pile of clothes, finding his pants and pulling something from its pocket.

"You forgot to remind me, Regal," he said with a smile. "Your gift!" He bent at the edge of the table, his face almost touching mine. "Wanna guess?" He slammed down the same kind of bottle the prison provided shampoo in.

"Soap?" I guessed dumbly.

Tox laughed. His long tongue flicked out, licking my nose. He leaned closer so his jaws rested atop mine. "Luu-uube," he hummed in his sing-songy voice.

My eyes widened. "You are a god, Tox!"

He swiped a hand over his yellow feathers, blushing. "Aw, I don' know if I'm that good."

I spread my legs wide, hanging one off the edge of the table. Tox stroked my cheeks, spreading them. I jumped at the surprise sensation of his tongue. It started at my balls, ghosting along my valley and ending at the base of my bushy tail. The raptor's fingers traced the same path, sending me into a fit of shivers. "Oh, please, Tox," I mewled into my arm, raising my ass to meet his very touch. Just fuck me!

Tox laughed without malice, peppering my furry globes with kisses while fumbling with the smuggled lube. My tail didn't make it easy for him, wagging of its own volition. Tox giggled at the foreign feel of my fur tickling his face. Finally he grabbed it, burying his face in it like it was a bouquet of flowers.

"Are you using a new shampoo?"

"Yeah," was it that noticeable?

"I could smell you for the rest of the day, if we had the time."

"Fuck me and we might have time for seconds," his hands teased so sweetly.

Tox leaned on me, supporting himself on my back. "I only paid for one."

"I'm more than a whore. It's no one's business who I fuck when I'm off the clock... But don't tell anyone."

Tox nipped the back of my neck. "You're so right," he said with another nip that had me shaking with desire. He pulled back pressing into me with a lubricated finger, spinning a small circle that had me begging for more.

"You're eager this time," he commented as he inserted another digit.

"I'm eager," I agreed breathlessly arching my back to push him deeper.

Suddenly his fingers were gone, replaced by his long hard raptor cock, gliding in so easily, brushing all the right spots, I cried out. Tox rode me like a feral bull. Grinding me into the table every time I bucked into him. "Harder!" I moaned.

His grip on my sides tightened, His squeezing forcing a gasp of ecstasy. The pressure from the outside complemented, so well, the pressure inside. I reared up on my knees, his arm wrapped around me, holding me up. I felt his long tongue slid into my ear, driving me wild.

"Cum for me?" Tox grunted. His other hand grabbed hold of my wet and pulsing cock.

"Cum for you!" I screeched out, hugging that scalie arm wrapped around my waist.

I was getting used to taking orders, my body curved into his hard, lithe form, surrendering to his skilled hands as they milked me. The stress and worry of the last week shot out of me in body-racking bursts of fox cum that had me clamping around his cock. Tox moaned in his own world of pleasure, filling me with his seed. I was a ragdoll in his arms.

Tox held up my slumping body, still shooting into me. We slid forward together, his weight draped over me like a thick blanket, the feel of him inside me comforting reassurance that I wasn't alone.

"Hmmm, that was good," Tox hummed into the back of my head. His muzzle pushed down on my hair and I heard him take a deep breath. Slowly, he pulled out, leaving me to grumble to myself about how fast time could move when you just wanted it to stop for a few hours.

I rolled onto my back, still under him. "What do you want me to do now?" I would have been willing to do anything, despite feeling exhausted. On the outside I would like to think Tox would have made a great fuck-buddy. But in here, he did spend money to arrange this rendezvous, so I owed him my willingness. Enjoying it was just a fringe benefit.

He hummed some more before flashing his raptor teeth in a smile. "Just relaxe and let me play." He crawled backwards, dropping off the end of the table. He grabbed my legs and slid me closer so my legs would dangle off the edge. I was prepared for him to fuck me again, but he was after a different sort of sex this time.

He took hold of my ankle, raising my foot to his waiting lips. I squirmed under the onslaught of wet kisses, trying my best not to laugh at the ticklish sensations. I actually felt guilty, just laying there while Tox's long tongue explored every inch of my paws. Aside from flexing my toes, I had no idea how to make the experience more pleasurable for him.

My fetish ineptitude didn't seem to bother Tox at all. He was happy in a way I only felt around Hash. I closed my eyes and listened to the raptor's humming, my thoughts drifting to my love. I would be seeing Hash after I was finished here, or rather, when Tox was finished.

Would I ever get a chance to consummate our love with anything more than a quicky handjob? If I wasn't terrified that I wouldn't live long enough to show my coyote how I felt, I would have been perfectly content to wait for both of us to be out. But-

I yelped at the tip of Tox's tongue finding a particularly ticklish part of my arch. Before I could stop myself, my leg jerked out, kicking the raptor's nose.

"Oh, Tox! I am so sorry. You ok?" I sat up.

Tox had a goofy grin, just giggling. "Stay like that for a minute?"

I nodded, glad I didn't hurt him. My legs bent as he pushed the soles of my feet together, slick from his saliva. Tox was hard, whatever he saw in my paws did the trick. His tongue darted out, licking along his dagger teeth as he started humping into my paws like they were a cunt.

I moaned softly for his benefit, still wishing I could call a timeout and ask him exactly what he wanted me to do. His eyes squeezed shut and I watched the tip of his cock poking in and out from between my soles. I saw the moment he exploded, sending a surprising volume of jizz onto my stomach, considering how much he'd just left inside me.

Tox was out of breath. He hopped up on the table, sitting next to me as I wiped his cum from my fur and watch some of it drip from my feet. "Was it good?" I asked.

He looked at me with a smile, "it was great."

Good. "Um," I wasn't sure if the old me would have ever asked for a performance review in hopes of becoming a better prostitute. "I-if you ever want me again, what could I do to make it better for you?"

He hummed for a moment, really putting some thought into his answer. "Maybe," he hesitated, "you could be a little more demanding?"

"Demanding?" which one of us was the sex slave?

"I kinda have this thing," Tox ran a claw through his feathers. "I like it when furries tell me what to do..."

"Oh." That made sense. "You want me to boss you around a little?" He nodded fast enough to ruffle his feathers. "Order you to use that big," I let my hand slide over the inside of his thigh, "scalie dick on me? Force you to worship my fluffy body?"

I heard him swallow hard. "Gods yes!"

I gave him what I thought was a seductive glance and leaned in, nipping his neck in payment for the nips he gave me. Tox shuddered. I think I was getting good at my job. "Alright, sexy. Save your money and talk to Vince as soon as you can. We gotta get going before they think we escaped."

"B-but," he pouted as my hand left his leg and I jumped off the table.

I put a finger to my lips to silence his protests. It was a power trip to see the way he watched me dress, his cock having some unearthly reserve of energy to start stiffening for a third time.

I'd never been dominant. My relationships when I was a free fox had always been an equal partnership, just based on my principles. And since getting locked up... well, what Tox wanted would be a first for me.