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CHAPTER 16: The Agency

Pages 533-598

"Stop here," Faline instructed her driver.

"Here ma'am?" the driver questioned with concern.

"Immediately!" Faline demanded with a screech. She wasn't angry but she had given her word, which she had no intention to break.

"Wait here," Arion instructed with a frown before he exited the transport. He barely had the door closed once again when two Catain exited the forest and approached him. "If I believe you intend to harm her, I will kill you," he warned as he drew his twin blades from his back.

"Put them away. They will not be necessary. Hunter has assured us, she can help us strike back at the humans, and we will do whatever it takes to see that happens," Dawon assured with a scowl.

"Does that go for...," Arion began to question before he was interrupted.

"Get in the damn shuttle handsome. If we are discovered, our chance of getting off this planet is very limited," Onyx chastised with a snarl.

"Just so you understand," Arion warned once again as he opened the door for the two Catain.

"Arion... Burmese... I think you two have some explaining to do since Hunter is not here," Faline demanded with a scowl for the two Catain. For all she knew, these could be part of the contingency, which had tried to kill her.

"I feel as if I should apologize for the attempt on your life. You must understand that we had no choice," Dawon explained carefully.

"And now you do?" Faline continued to scowl.

"Yes, thanks to Hunter, we do," Onyx, explained before she even recognized the strange undergarments not covered well by the loincloth of the two equine. "Are those?" she inquired curiously.

"Yes...," Burmese snapped in irritation.

"You wouldn't happen to have a couple of spares," Dawon asked hopefully.

"Hunter?" Faline asked before she laughed until she nearly wet herself. Hell, she may have for all she knew. She still had a river flowing from places that just wasn't meant to hold that much fluid.

***

"Who is the extra plate set for?" Charlet inquired as she helped Rose begin to carry out their feast of celebration.

"I thought I would join you tonight... If that is okay," Hunter replied as he entered the formal dining area behind them.

"Oh, that would be nice. You are welcome to join us... but I thought you preferred to eat in the barn," Charlet asked after she set the food on the table.

"I... wasn't comfortable... eating... It is hard to explain, but I think I am better now. I think I would enjoy sharing a meal with... others... family," Hunter stammered as he tried to explain awkwardly. "My family," he whispered to himself just because the words alone brought him pleasure.

"Well, have a seat. I am sure...," Charlet began until she was interrupted.

"How in the hell do you get cleaned up so fast with all that fur to dry?" Tyberius questioned once he noticed Hunter beat him to the table.

"Sylvy helped bathe me," Hunter admitted with a blush.

"Damn, if I can understand how that helped you any. I would have thought that would have caused more delays than anything," Tyberius accused with a frown. It wasn't that he didn't like the man or the fact that his daughter was wearing him out. However, something about having to listen to their vociferous frolicking more often than not was disturbing. At least Rose, was normally quiet... well quieter when she and Tyrell were enjoying a little romp.

"I will not hear that kind of conversation at the table," Charlet scolded as she flicked her husband's backside with the tip of her tail causing him to jump a little quicker for his seat.

"I don't know why not I saw Tyrell bend poor Rose over this...," Tyberius began to complain before he received a swat on the back of his head for his troubles. "For the love of... will you stop that?" Tyberius complained as he rubbed the back of his head.

"When you start acting you age I may. I don't want Hunter to get the wrong impression of us on his first dinner with us," Charlet scolded before she left the room.

"I don't know why she acts this way if we eat at the formal dining table," Tyberius grumbled once his mate left the room.

"I heard that," Charlet called from the adjoining kitchen as she helped Rose with the last dishes.

"What did she hear?" Tyrell asked as he too entered the formal dining room.

"Never mind... Tell me what you have been doing all day while Hunter and I have been bailing the hay," Tyberius replied to change the subject. He didn't really care what his son was doing as long as Hunter continued to do all of the work. Besides, he had learned a long time ago, that the odds were he wouldn't understand it anyway.

"I was trying to recover some of my data files showing Hunter's heroic efforts," Tyrell replied with a sigh as he sat down.

"What happened to them?" Tyberius asked as he wondered if he would understand the answer.

"The military happened to them. Hell, they went as far as taking several of my hard drives and replaced them. I never imagined they would have been so thorough. I did get them to give me a couple sweet state of the art units as replacements though," Tyrell, answered with pride.

"And good riddance if you ask me. We don't need any more crazy videos floating around," Charlet declared as she sat down. "Well, don't be bashful Hunter... dig in," she added as she detected a hint of drool on the big goof's lips.

"I don't see what the big deal was. I mean, what harm can a little video cause," Tyrell protested as he started heaping food on his plate.

"My god son, are you starving?" Tyberius questioned as he studied his son.

"No, but I need to keep up my strength for Rose," Tyrell declared proudly before he received a swat on the back of his head from his mother's tail, which must have been the funniest thing his father had ever seen until he was swatted as well.

"I think I chose the correct side of the table to sit on," Hunter observed a little nervously.

"Don't you worry. You have done fabulous. I don't know how you managed to get her to give even a tentative agreement, but I am more than grateful," Charlet assured with a pleased smile.

"Oh, it couldn't have anything to do with how all three of them left here wearing diapers," Tyrell suggested with a chuckle until he was swatted again.

"Damn, woman what did I do?" Tyberius complained after he was swatted again.

"He is your son," Charlet scolded with a glare.

"He is your son as well, but you don't see me swatting the back of your head all the time," Tyberius continued to complain until he came to his senses. "He is right about the video. It is silly to think a simple video can be a security threat," he added to change the subject before she swatted him again. Maybe he could get even tonight by swatting her rump a few times before he turned in for the night... no, she enjoyed that kind of playfulness too much. Of course, he did as well.

"Well, I am a believer now. This video of this mythical Lupus, whatever in the hell that... is...," Charlet began until she began to recognize the look of horror on her husband. However, there were blank stares around the table except for Hunter who had taken to studying his plate with an obvious pout.

"What?" Charlet demanded as she glared at the blank faces around the table.

"Draconis, Draconis, Draconis, Draconis, Lepu...," Tyberius said as he pointed around the room until he came to Hunter.

"Lupus," Hunter mumbled under his breath.

"Don't even say that as a joke Hunter. Do you understand me," Charlet scolded with a glare.

"You don't understand. He isn't joking. He has claimed to be this Lupus since his arrival," Tyrell explained as he tried to hold his mother's glare.

"Hunter... Hunter! Look at me," Charlet demanded with a shout.

"Stop yelling at him!" Sylvy protested as she stood and stared in defiance of her mother. However, she could feel Hunter's tremors as she through the edge of the table. She instantly began to rub his ears to calm him. "You have frightened him enough," she stated more calmly.

"Frightened him... frightened him...," Charlet protested in disbelief. "I watched him tear through soldiers as if they were made of paper and throw some of them from the balcony. I watched a video...," she continued until she realized what she was saying. Tyrell have you posted any videos of Hunter?" she questioned as her heart threatened to explode.

"Just one where he saved dad from being battered around in his buggy by one of the bulls," Tyrell admitted reluctantly. "You can't really think...," he began but realized there was no need to finish.

"Hunter who calls you Lupus," Charlet continued to question while her mind raced to think of some sort of solution.

"The Canis... they call me Lupus," Hunter admitted with a whisper. "I...," he began before he was interrupted.

"No... stop...," Charlet interrupted as she struggled to contain her panic. She took several deep breaths to calm herself without any success. She activated her personal device with a sigh of resignation. "Colonel Sanders? Yes... Do you have access to that Lupus video? Could you please bring a copy with you to my home?" she requested with great sadness. "Yes, I understand what time it is. However, this is important. Please don't watch the video until you get here. Yes, I can explain when we are private... Yes... I will see you shortly," she said before she disconnected.

"Hunter has done nothing wrong," Sylvy declared as she pulled him closer to her, but continued to stroke his ear to sooth him.

"Nevertheless, we will figure this out," Charlet declared firmly. However, she felt her resolve crack and waver as she eyed the feast before her family. It had meant to be a celebration...a celebration of accomplishments. However, they were not her accomplishments. They were Hunter's accomplishments. Hunter had risked his life. Hunter had saved Faline. Hunter had made the difference with her negotiations with Faline. She found herself wondering how this had happened. This feast was for Hunter and she just now realized it. "Hunter... I am so sorry," she declared with a croak, before she stood to leave the room. She could not let her emotions affect her judgment. She needed to keep her mind clear.

***

"I came as fast as I could," Colonel Sanders swore as he was led inside the Governess Longfellow's estate house.

"I do appreciate it," Charlet replied politely as she continued to struggle with her thoughts.

"Can you tell me what this is about?" Colonel Sanders inquired as they entered the dining area where the whole family was gathered.

"We were preparing to have a little feast to celebrate the tentative agreement with Ambassador Faline, which has been made possible by Hunter when the conversation turned to the hard drives confiscated by your men," Charlet began to explain.

"You must understand that it was necessary," Colonel Sanders began to protest until she held her hand out to silence him.

"I... can you play the video," Charlet requested once she had his attention.

"It is classified," Colonel Sanders replied with concern.

"I realize that and I assure you everyone here has seen it," Charlet replied with a shiver for the dead silence in the room.

"It is still...," Colonel Sanders began to explain until he received a look that dared him to refuse to continue. "Tyrell, may I have access to your network. I will stream it from my device directly to the monitor. However, I will not allow an imprint of this data on your new drives," he explained with a frown without breaking away his stare from Charlet.

"I already set up a visitor log on for you," Tyrell replied while he stared at the empty table, which had been laden down with a feast in honor of Hunter only moments ago.

Colonel Sanders didn't like it but he complied reluctantly as he activated his personal device. He linked directly to the monitor for the dining area before he started verifying his security clearance to open the files showing the Lupus video. However, he was confused once the monitor came to life with an image of... Hunter. "What... I have... This is... Hunter?" he stammered in his confusion.

"Play the video," Charlet urged as she struggled with the tension in the room.

Colonel Sanders played the video and played it again. "I don't understand. How is this the right video? It only shows Hunter beating the... the daylights out of one of your cattle," he finally observed as he looked around the room for answers.

"According to my family, that is a video of Hunter as he intercepted a bull charging Tyberius while they were herding them to new pastures," Charlet explained before she realized she had no idea how to continue.

"How in the fuck...," Colonel Sanders began in frustration. "What does this have to do...? How could that video have thousands upon thousands of Canis out of their f... out of their minds? Do you have any idea the expense we have spent trying to figure this out?" he continued to rant as he struggled to control his language while he looked around the room.

"I set up a fictitious company that didn't exist, because I wasn't sure what the credits would do to my school scholarships if I earned any money from the advertising attached to the video. With all that has been going on around here... I forgot about it... honestly," Tyrell tried to explain his rather shady handling of the video.

"No... stop... Don't say another word young man. I will pretend I never heard that. Do you understand?" Colonel Sanders scolded with a glare. "Damn it to hell!" he declared as he tried to think. "First I want everyone but Hunter and Charlet out of this room," he instructed as he rubbed his temples in thought.

"Hunter is mine," Sylvy began to protest.

"I didn't mean anything," Tyrell protested over his sister.

"I purchased Hunter as a ranch hand," Tyberius declared over his children.

"Quiet!" Colonel Sanders shouted over the protesting family. "You people have no idea what has happened. This video... they have declared it a terrorist attack. Listen young man if you want to continue to remain in school, you will never try to collect the credits you are owed for those advertisements. For the love of Petra people, this is a capital offence. This is a galactic incident. That means military tribunals. Charlet your position will offer some protection... but you just can't allow your family to be involved," he explained as he turned away from the blank expressions around the table to Charlet.

"Rose, Tyrell, Tyberius," Charlet began however, she hesitated as she came to her daughter who continued to comfort Hunter. "Hunter, will you be okay without her for a little while?" she asked with a great sadness.

"I will take her to her room," Hunter replied without looking up from the table.

"No Hunter," Sylvy protested before she was snapped up in his strong arms. "You put me down. I will not stay in my room. I will... Hunter. Damn it," she continued to shout as she kicked and screamed at him. She pounded on him with her fists and kicked at him all the way to her room where he placed her on her bed and held her in place.

"If anything were to happen to you... I would die. I could not bear the pain," Hunter whispered in her ear as he held her down. "You will promise me. You will keep your word. You will stay in this bed until your mother comes for you or I will die here," Hunter swore as his voice cracked under his great strain.

"Hunter, I can't... I don't want to be separated... I love you," Sylvy stammered between her sobs.

"You have... I am yours. My life is yours. If you wish, I will cease to exist. Otherwise do as I ask," Hunter begged as his heart threatened to burst.

"You are full of shit. You can't just cease to exist. You will not die. I will not allow it," Sylvy snarled at him as she tried to squirm free of his strong hands. However, the sight of a trickle of blood at the corner of his fat nose broke her heart. "I am sorry... I am sorry...," she wept as Hunter released her.

"You will promise me... to...," Hunter began but failed to finish as he turned for the door.

"I will wait for you. I expect you to return to me," Sylvy cried as she wept in her bed.

Hunter made his way back to the dining area where the Colonel was setting up his own equipment. "What will happen to me?" he asked as he looked towards the room that contained his love.

"Hell, Hunter I have no fucking idea. I have no fucking idea what the fuck is happening. I don't know what a Lupus is for that matter but I guarantee you I will not sleep until we figure out what in the hell is going on," Charlet cursed as the blood boiled in her veins.

"I am Lupus," Hunter repeated in a whisper.

"Please sit down Hunter," Colonel Sanders instructed as he indicated a chair at the table, while he tried to ignore the man's statement. "Now before we start... I will give you the only advice I can. Do not ever call yourself Lupus during this interview. I don't care how you word your answers but do not call yourself Lupus do you understand," he advised once Hunter was seated. He waited for the large man to acknowledge before he continued. "Once I start I will question you thoroughly. I want you to answer as thoroughly and honestly as you can while never calling yourself Lupus even if I lead you to it. I will not be able to advise or help you once we start. I will not be your friend," he continued to explain as he watched the man nod slowly. "Okay... we will begin," he declared with a sigh before he started the recording. "Please state your name," he instructed.

"I am called Hunter," Hunter replied but failed to look up.

"Please look up here and state your name," Colonel Sanders repeated and was somehow relieved when the big man complied. He was sure those tears would help his cause when this interview was witnessed by the tribunal... Hell, the big man would be lucky to receive a tribunal since he was a lesser species.

"I am called Hunter... the family I serve calls me Hunter," Hunter replied sadly once he looked up.

"What services do you provide?" Colonel Sanders questioned as he adjusted the settings for his recording.

"I was purchased to work on this ranch. I am a ranch hand. I also provide security or protection, as it is needed. I have recently been certified for advanced security detail. I have since provided these escort duties for visiting dignitaries, for which I have received a letter of recommendation which will be added to my qualifications and experience of my profile," Hunter answered with a sigh as he started to relax a little.

"What is your involvement with the Lupus terrors attach?" Colonel Sanders inquired as he studied the man closely for any reaction.

"I... I... do not... I don't understand the question?" Hunter stammered nervously as all his anxiety returned with a rush.

"Allow me to rephrase... What is the goal of the Lupus terror attach?" Colonel Sanders continued to question.

"I don't understand... what is a terror attack?" Hunter replied as he looked to Charlet for help.

"Colonel Sanders, maybe you are going about this the wrong way?" Charlet interrupted nervously.

"Go on," Colonel Sanders replied with a sigh. He knew he needed to figure out how to draw answers out of Hunter or it would appear as if the man had something to hide.

"Maybe you could have Hunter explain what Lupus means since the rest of the Canis seem to... well, the reports I have contain mostly weeping and rambling nonsense?" Charlet suggested as she wondered if she really wanted to know.

"Hunter can you explain what Lupus means or is or why the Canis fear it enough to take their own lives?" Colonel Sanders asked reluctantly, while he hoped Hunter didn't claim to be Lupus again.

"I don't know or understand all of it. It doesn't make sense to me. I can understand why you are confused as well," Hunter began as he started rubbing his ear. "My mother was a proud member of the Mountain tribe. However, she was taller than most females. She was as tall as the alpha and she claimed she intimidated the males. I don't know who sired me, which is typical of the Canis. However, my mother used to tell me about him. He was a young brave warrior, who showed great promise. He was the only male willing to copulate with her during her heat. She never talked of what happened to him. However, I grew suspicious as I grew. I... We... My mother and I were Mountain tribe, the greatest, and most powerful of the thirteen tribes. However, we were not of the tribe. My mother was not allowed to hunt with the others. I was not allowed around the others of my tribe. My mother wouldn't ever let me out of her sight. She would hold me down and stroke my ear while she cried herself to sleep, when she required rest," he explained until he realized what he was doing and jerked his hand away from his ear. "I was different than the others. I was larger than the others of my age were. My mother told me I could hurt the others my age. That was why I wasn't allowed to be with them, but I could hear the other's whispers while she slept. That was the first time I can recall hearing the word Lupus. It is a myth... a legend. It is the end of the Canis. The arrival of the Lupus would signal the end of the thirteen tribes. Some believed it meant the end of the Canis. Other's whispered it would end the world, as they knew it. However, they all agreed that they would kill the Lupus before he was allowed to destroy them. It became more obvious I was different from the rest of my tribe as I aged. My mother taught me to hunt and to survive as she could. No male would take me for a pupil as the other youth. I began to watch over my mother as the whispers continued to grow. I watched over her while she slept. I held her during her heats until her urges past. The elder's whispers were of abominations and the dreaded Lupus. The year of my first name day... it is a celebration for those youth on their first step to adulthood. Those my age were gathered for a hunt. I was forbidden to participate. I wanted to make my mother proud. I slipped away while the others rested to hunt on my own. I returned with a gruumph," he declared with a frown for his slipping into his native language. "I believe you would refer to it as a bear species. It was a large bear. It took me the greater part of the day to drag it to the camp. However, on my return I received no hero's welcome. The other youth had botched their hunt and several had been injured by a raiding rival tribe. I don't even understand how anyone realized my mother was alone or why they thought she or I was to blame. They were beating her. She was already unconscious when I arrived...," he continued his story without realizing he had resumed stroking his ear.

"Hunter... what happened when you returned?" Charlet asked as she wiped the dampness from the corner of her eye.

Colonel Sanders decided not to interrupt or redirect the conversation back to the subject of Lupus. He figured Hunter's tragic story might actually evoke some sympathy. He doubted it, but it could not hurt.

"I... I... they were killing her. I attached them... I killed three elders before I even realized... I still can't remember how," Hunter recalled as he looked away in his shame.

"Hunter, please focus over here," Colonel Sanders instructed but waited patiently for Hunter to respond.

"I... we were placed under guard once I had restrained my rage. However, the whispers... I could hear them. I could hear everything. I couldn't let them execute my mother. I... carried her away," Hunter struggled to explain.

"While under guard?" Colonel Sanders questioned with a raised brow.

"I didn't... I didn't kill them... then," Hunter replied reluctantly as he tried to look away once again. However, the sound of colonel Sanders clearing his throat forced him to look back. "I tried to carry her away. Her body was still broken and she was bigger than I was. I could hear the warriors of the tribe as they continued to track me. My mother... she begged me to take her to the mountain of... thunder and lightning... fire and ice... Mountain of Lupus... It has many names, but all mean death. I carried her until my legs began to give way and stumble. She begged me to leave her behind. She begged me to promise her to climb the mountain. I was blinded by my tears as I continued to climb the mountain alone. However, it was her screams as they tore her apart that shattered my mind," Hunter continued until he failed to contain his sadness.

Charlet pulled a chair around to sit beside Hunter and began to stroke his ear as she had seen Sylvy do so many times to calm him. She now understood why it comforted him, from his story of his mother. "I am sorry Hunter but you must continue. Tell us what this has to do with Lupus?" she urged as she held onto the sobbing man.

"I don't know how I survived. I begged the heavens for deaths release from my promise to climb the cursed mountain. I scaled the mountain until plants gave way to rock and ice. I continued until it seemed a world of ice. The air became hard to breath. It was so cold the snow refused to fall. It simply floated in the unbreathable air. There was no change of season. I thought I had died several times. I began to believe I was no more than a specter or a figment of my own imagination. I believed I was no more than another's dream as I reached the peak and stared into the strange vast sky. I wept as I fulfilled my mother's wish. However, my sadness turned to a rage as I sat there with my frozen tears. I could remember her screams and pleas... and I could remember the scent of every warrior who had slaughtered my mother. I found I had changed as I scaled back down the mountain. My claws had been changed... sharpened... stronger. I no longer slipped or lost footing. I had grown. I was nearly an adult by the time I returned to where I had last seen my mother. I found her sun bleached skull impaled on a pike with a sign proclaiming she was executed for giving birth to me. I took the time to bury what remained of her as my rage continued to grow. It was night, when I returned to the people of my mother. I sought out every scent of those who had butchered her. I slaughtered every one of them. I tore them to pieces and scattered their remains across the Mountain tribe's territories. When I was done, the mountain tribe was no more. There were not enough warriors left to defend the territories, the female breeders, or the young. Some were taken away to be breeders in the other tribes, but most were slaughtered. Nevertheless, the stories of what I had done began to spread by those who survived. The neighboring tribes began to erect signs of warning. I was left alone. No one dared to enter the territories of the mountain tribe once the legend spread. It became a punishment for those who committed a capital crime. I would occasionally find a corpse on the mountain, with markings of exile," Hunter continued to explain until interrupted.

"What does this have to do with Lupus?" Colonel Sanders asked again with frustration as he began to question the legitimacy of the story. He decided to check his personal device for information on the Canis home world.

"When I came down the mountain, I put an end to the mountain tribe. I ended the thirteen tribes as I had heard in the stories as a cub. The Canis whisper and tell tales of me. They don't fear me for what I have done. They fear me because of what they think I will do," Hunter explained, as he looked to Charlet for forgiveness that he knew she could not give. There was no forgiveness for his crimes.

"Hunter... there is a couple of problems with your story," Colonel Sanders observed as he continued to read the information on his personal device. "The mountain tribe disappeared before you were born," he declared with a scowl. He knew it was a good story but it was impossible.

"When was I born?" Hunter asked with a frown.

"How the hell am I supposed to know...," Colonel Sanders snapped until he understood. "Hunter, we do not even have record of a single Canis who has lived to see 100 galactic years of age. This story would be probable if you claimed it to be of your grandfather or maybe even your father if you were older, but it is impossible for you to have been alive as you claim," he explained with a shake of his head in disgust.

"I don't know how old I am. I do not know how old I will be when my time has passed. I am not Canis. I am different," Hunter tried to explain again.

"If you are not Canis, then what are you," Colonel Sanders questioned as his stomach twisted.

"I do not know. I have been called many things... shadow killer, night hunter, death in the night, ghost in the darkness, he who comes in the night, night hunter, abomination, and Lupus are some of the things the Canis have called me. I used to sneak into villages during the coldest seasons under the cover of the heavy snows... to hear the voices of others when I couldn't stand my loneliness any longer. However, the whispers and stories I heard of me always sent me back to hiding on my mountain. I never understood why they felt my greatest crime was being conceived and birthed. How can I be guilty of existing?" Hunter questioned as he looked to Charlet for answers with damp eyes.

"Oh, Hunter there is no such thing," Charlet replied as she tried to comfort the big man.

Colonel Sanders stopped the recording while he tried to understand how anyone could believe such a story. How could Hunter actually believe he was as old as a Draconis...? However, his thoughts troubled him. Why were the Draconis life spans longer than the other species? Could it actually be possible? "Charlet... I will have to file this. Is there anything you would like to add," he finally asked as he rubbed his temples.

"I can only add that Hunter has exhibited excellent behavior and service for this household," Charlet offered without letting go of Hunter.

"I will send this file in a moment. I am sure Hunter will be taken into custody immediately. I would take this time to visit while you can," Colonel Sanders advised with pity.

"Taken into custody? For what crime?" Charlet snapped in frustration.

"The Canis in the video was charged with terrorism. This is a military matter. It isn't the same as civil crimes. I could be wrong but I doubt it. I would take advantage of the time you have. I can wait for a while without too much trouble if you wish," Colonel Sanders offered as he failed to meet Charlet's accusing glare.

"No, take me away now. I couldn't bear facing her," Hunter began before he turned to Charlet. "Please tell her... I am sorry. I tried... I tried to tell her," he sobbed as he clung to Charlet.

"I will take care of her. You worry about yourself for now. I will be along shortly to see what I can do," Charlet promised as she held the poor man.

"I am ready whenever you are ready. I don't know where I am to take you but I imagine I will be informed by the time we reach the city," Colonel Sanders assured as he reluctantly hit the send on his personal device.

***

Charlet took a deep breath before she entered her daughter's room.

"He is gone. You let him take Hunter away," Sylvy accused with a sniff.

"I didn't have a choice," Charlet replied as she sat on the edge of her daughter's bed.

"What kind of society have we become where they can just come and take you away? He has committed no crime. He has only done as we have asked. It isn't fair," Sylvy, questioned her mother.

"Don't lose faith so easily. Hunter will be fine. I want you to try to get some sleep. We will be busy trying to figure out how to help Hunter in the morning," Charlet urged with a weak grin of assurance.

"Please promise we will get him back," Sylvy begged as her mother wiped her tears away.

"We will do everything we can to...," Charlet was saying until there was a knock at Sylvy's door, before Tyrell opened it.

"Mother, you need to look at this," Tyrell explained as he held out his personal device.

"What is it?" Charlet asked with a sigh. Damn, she felt tired all of a sudden.

"You will not believe this... but... Hunter is already in one of the news feeds. They are claiming unsubstantiated reports that the Lupus terrorist has been captured," Tyrell announced reluctantly. "It has to be him right?" he added nervously.

"I don't see how. They just left... I mean just left. They will not even have made it to the city, yet," Charlet replied with a frown.

"I was hoping you would say that, because this report claims there are charges being draw up against the family for harboring him," Tyrell explained as he watched his mother's expression turn from denial to rage.

"Go get your father... I will have my transport service take us to my office... tonight," Charlet, declared as she gritted her teeth.

***

"Where are we going?" Hunter asked as he tried not to look outside the transport.

"I do not know. I thought I would take you to the closest military post, but I was instructed to hold you. I am not too sure what that means exactly. I suppose we could see if we can find a decent place to eat if there is anything open this late at night," Colonel Sanders replied with a frown.

"I don't need to eat but I suppose I could eat anyway," Hunter replied with a sigh as he closed his eyes and tried to relax. He still despised these transports. He never noticed his hand found its way to his ear as if by instinct.

"To be honest, I don't even know what your species eats," Colonel Sanders replied after a little thought.

"I can eat nearly anything. I have been fed a steady diet of meat since I have been here. Meat is good but I can eat other things. I don't care too much for vegetation, but I am able to digest it. It can make... me rather unpleasant to be near however," Hunter explained with a frown. He didn't care for the thought of being in such a confined space if he had to eat some of the things he had seen Rose eat.

"Have you ever tried anything sweet? I tend to have a little bit of a sweet tooth," Colonel Sanders admitted with a grin as he thought of a place on the outskirts of the city that had fine pastries which was frequented by transport pilots regularly.

***

"How reliable is that source?" Tyberius questioned with a frown after he read the article on Tyrell's personal device.

"It is hard to tell to be honest. They are known to be one of the best at breaking new stories. However, half of their stuff is just conspiracy theory bullshit. You will not believe some to the outrageous crap they claim," Tyrell answered before he resumed searching for a confirming news source.

"Let me see that, again," Charlet said with a scowl. "Shit! This is a government site... or I should say it is an agency site," she declared as she wondered what in the hell was happening.

"I hardly think this is an agency site. This site has consistently exposed corruption in our government," Tyrell replied with a slight grin.

"Only the stuff they wanted known... Those outrageous conspiracy theory stories you mentioned are designed to discredit other legitimate sites such as that," Charlet explained with a frown. "You can't repeat that either," she added quickly. Damn... how in the hell had she slipped so easily? She needed to clear her head or they were all going to be into some serious trouble.

"Honey, where are we going?" Tyberius asked with a frown as he looked out the portal.

"We are going...," Charlet replied until she began to study the landscape through the portal as well.

"Mom, my GPS just went... It doesn't register any location. Well, that is stupid. It appears we were headed to the security base before the signal became encrypted," Tyrell explained with a frown.

"Pilot, I wanted to go to my office," Charlet instructed after activating the com.

"Yes ma'am," the pilot replied.

"This isn't anywhere near my office," Charlet scolded as she stabbed angrily at the com with her finger.

"Yes, ma'am," the pilot replied again.

"Why are you taking us to the security base," Charlet demanded to know while she struggled to contain her anger.

"I have orders ma'am," the pilot replied without an explanation.

"I have instructed you to take us to my office," Charlet screamed at the fool. However, there wasn't any reply this time.

***

"Damn it," Colonel Sanders complained as he read the message on his personal device.

"What is it?" Hunter asked as he eyed the strange but colorful dish in front of him.

"It is a fruit pastry with frozen cream. Just try it," Colonel Sanders replied as he continued to stare at his device.

"No, I meant what was the message," Hunter replied with a frown.

"Oh, I have a destination... and we just... I suppose if we eat real fast," Colonel Sanders replied with a frown.

"Take all the time you need. I am in no hurry," Hunter assured as he waited patiently.

"I suppose you are right. They waited this long to inform me where to take you. I suppose they can wait a few more minutes. Now, this is how you eat this heavenly dish," Colonel Sanders replied with a grin before he took a bite of his delicious dessert. However, it was even more satisfying to watch Hunter as he tried to eat his first desert in his life. "That is just a little piece of heaven isn't it," he added as the big man shook his head vigorously.

"I like the taste of a female better, but this is... just unbelievable," Hunter agreed as he worked the cold dish over his tongue. He was used to eating frozen food on his home planet. It was actually difficult to keep his harvested meat from freezing before he could eat it in the higher elevations of his mountain, but this wasn't even close to the same thing as frozen meat.

***

"Why are we here?" Charlet demanded as she exited the shuttle.

"Please follow me, ma'am," one of the soldiers replied stiffly.

"I don't like this one bit," Tyberius grumbled as he was herded with the rest of his family towards the administration building.

"There had better be someone inside to explain to me the meaning of this," Charlet scolded as she struggled to contain her rage.

"Did they bring Hunter here?" Sylvy questioned as she shuffled along behind her mother.

"We will find out soon... I hope," Charlet grumbled in reply.

"Dad, I don't have any signal here," Tyrell complained as he began to work on his personal device.

"I can take that," one of the soldiers said as he took the device from the young man quickly.

"What are you doing? Are we being detained?" Charlet demanded with a scowl.

"Honey, we are detained," Tyberius replied with a frown.

***

"Where are we?" Hunter asked as he looked out the portal at the huge structure.

"We are at the coliseum," Colonel Sanders answered with a frown as men came towards his shuttle in a run. "Be calm and don't fight them. No, matter what happens, do not show any hostility," he added quickly before the men began to drag Hunter from the shuttle.

"That will be all, Colonel Sanders. You are dismissed," one of the men, instructed.

"I don't know who you are, but he is in my custody," Colonel Sanders began to protest until the man turned on him with a glare. However, his attention turned to Hunter as the men began to put him in restraints. "He has offered no resistance. He is here voluntarily," he continued to protest while the men ignored him.

"I suggest you go home. This is security agency business," the man snarled as he glared.

"Can I see some identification," Colonel Sanders requested as they began to push Hunter towards the coliseum.

"No," the man snapped before he turned to ignore any more protests.

"My superiors will here of this," Colonel Sanders called out, but not a single man flinched or hesitated for the briefest moment. He waited until the men were gone before he returned to his shuttle, where he immediately activated his personal device. He tried to connect with the Charlet, but he instantly received an out of service message for her device. He thought for a moment, before he tried to connect to her office. "Can you connect me to Governess Longfellow please," he requested once he actually contacted a breathing person on the other end. "What do you mean by she can't be contacted?" he asked with frustration. "This is Colonel Sander's with military police internal affairs and this is an emergency," he announced quickly. "I was just at her damn estate. I just talked to her on a crucial and classified matter. Now you better damn well connect me with her," he demanded as he struggled to contain his anger. "Respond... respond...," he declared when the other end went silent. "I am sorry, but you may not contact her at this time," a new voice informed him. "Who the hell is this?" he demanded as his anger began to turn to a rage, before the connection was broken. He tried to reconnect with Charlet's office again but soon realized his device's connection hadn't only been severed, but turned off. Hell, the device was utterly useless, now. He couldn't even use it to look up the weather forecast. He knew this was agency. He let his transport engine warm as he tried to calm himself. "Fuck it," he declared to the empty cabin as he pushed the throttles to their max.

***

"Can you loosen these up?" Hunter asked meekly as he let the group of men guide him towards the massive structure.

"Quiet dog!" an Equine ordered from the entrance of the building.

"They are cutting into...," Hunter began to complain about the tight fitting things on his wrists until one of the men struck him.

"Damn, that is one hard head. Someone else hit him. I think I just broke my hand," the man swore with more curses under his breath.

"I enjoy beating the shit out of Canis," the Equine declared with a grin as he stepped forward.

Hunter wasn't sure why the man had hit him, but he was sure he didn't like it. He felt his low growl rising in his throat before he remembered Colonel Sanders' words.

"Don't you growl at me, bitch," the Equine snarled before he took a full swing at the traitor's muzzle. However, the pain that shot up his arm was more than he could bear as he heard the bones in his hand shatter on impact.

"Sweet mother of Petra," one of the men marveled as he watched the huge Canis stand there unfazed by the heavy blow. "Get him into one of the cells and... find new restraints!" he shouted as he began to panic once he realized the large beast had somehow broken those on his wrists.

"I am sorry. I told you they were tight," Hunter replied with all the civility he could muster. Nevertheless, they continued to push him along the corridor as they cursed and shouted at him until they finally pushed him into a small room with a metal table and two metal chairs. He heard the heavy door slam behind him before he even had time to look around the room. He let out a sigh as he tried not to think about how small the room was, before he took a seat in the chair facing the door.

***

"I am relieved to see you are safe," General Kyoko greeted with a smile.

"Was there any doubt?" Charlet snapped in frustration.

"You can never tell what a terrorist will do," General Kyoko replied with a shake of his head. "I am sorry. Where are my manners? Make yourselves at home. You are safe here. That I can assure you," he invited with genuine warmth. However, the blank stares he received were troubling. "What has happened?" he asked with concern.

"That is exactly what I would love to know. What have you been told?" Charlet questioned with a glare.

"I was informed that your family had been held by the terrorist mastermind behind the Lupus attack," General Kyoko answered as he tried to usher the family into his private office.

"That is not what happened," Sylvy snapped in disgust.

"I can show you what happened... well most of it," Tyrell began reluctantly. "However, I need access to your network," he added with a little hope.

***

Hunter breathed a sigh of relief as the door to his small confines finally opened. "I am willing to," he tried to explain to the red Draconis entering the room, before he was interrupted.

"You will learn to speak when spoken to," the red Draconis announced before he stepped aside to allow the rest of those he would utilize for this interrogation to enter the room.

"I am sorry, I was just trying to explain I am willing to...," Hunter began again. However, he was unable to finish as one of the Equine entering the room struck him with something that gave a metallic ring while his vision blurred. It took him a moment before his vision to return to him. At first, he didn't recognize the Equine, but the bandaged arm told him he had already met in the corridor. He continued to blink in an effort to clear his failing vision while he failed to recognize the words spoken by those around him. He could feel something wet running down his muzzle. He could smell blood... He raised his hand to his head and felt the dampness of his blood matting his fur. "I want him restrained. I want him restrained now!" Hunter heard the red Draconis shouting before the others in the room piled on him in his confusion.

***

"How did you get a copy of that young man?" General Kyoko inquired as the video of the suspects interrogation came to an end.

"I used a logarithm I have been working on for school to decrypt Colonel Sanders' signal. Then... you could say I piggybacked the signal so I could watch the interview from my room," Tyrell admitted reluctantly.

"You have a logarithm for deciphering military grade decryption," General Kyoko questioned with a raised brow.

"It only works on low grade decryption so far. I have been trying to get patents on several of my projects as well as grants to expand my research and development but I haven't had any luck as of yet," Tyrell explained hesitantly.

"That is irrelevant. We were never in danger. I don't know where you received your information, but it was clearly false. I have no idea what the security agency is up to but I don't like it," Charlet declared with a glare.

"Well, they have tricked me into basically accosting you for no other purpose than keeping you from your office and if I am correct any news outlet. As for the rest, I will have to contact the head of central intelligence to receive any cooperation from the security agency. Those people seem to think they can operate outside any legal jurisdiction. Let me make," General Kyoko was explaining until there was a buzz from his personal device. "Please excuse me," he added to excuse himself before he retreated to the other side of the room. "Yes... Who? A Colonel Sanders you say... escort him in immediately," he ordered as he turned to Longfellows who looked at him with pleading eyes. It was then he realized just how much they cared for their pet. He found it strange they could have grown such a strong kinship with their pet in such a short time. Of course, if what he knew so far was accurate by any means or measure, he was a rather remarkable creature.

***

"State your name," the red Draconis instructed calmly.

"I am called Hunter, here," Hunter answered with a frown.

"Who do you work for?" the red Draconis questioned as he studied the oversize Canis.

"I am property of the Longfellows. I serve them," Hunter answered as he tried to understand how this man didn't already know the answers to the question.

"You expect me to believe the Governess Longfellow is behind the terror attack?" the red Draconis sneered.

Hunter still didn't understand how the video he saw was considered terror anything. Therefore, he had no idea how to answerer. "I... I... I... don't understand," he finally stammered in his confusion.

"If you will not answer my questions, then I will let them have their fun with you," the red Draconis threatened with a scowl.

"I don't know what you mean," Hunter replied as he studied the others in the small room. He didn't know what fun three Equine, four Draconis, and two Catain would have together but the sneers he saw told him he wouldn't like it. "Where is my owner?" he asked, once he realized he needed help to understand what was happening to him. However, that must have been the wrong thing to say as the two equine holding his new restrains to his arms pulled him across the table while the red Draconis stood and left the room. He looked up at the Draconis holding a wooden club standing in front of him, until the man struck him across his face. Hunter's face lit with a fire as his vision blurred once again. However, he barely noticed the pain once the rest of those in the room began to strike him with whatever they carried in their hands. The pain seemed to sear his flesh as time dragged an eternity, until darkness overtook him.

***

"I think it is time we contact the ruling counsel," General Kyoko declared after hearing Colonel Sanders' report as he made his way to his console at his desk. However, he failed to contain his scowl as he attempted to make an interstellar connection. "I want a coms status report," he ordered once he redirected his connection with the on duty communications officer. "What do you mean they are locked down? I haven't ordered any lock down on communication," he snapped in frustration. "Who in the hell ordered it?" he continued to question in disbelief. "What in the hell do you mean we don't have control of our own communications? Who in the hell has the authority to shut down our interstellar communications? To hell, you say... she is here with me damn it! I don't care what it takes I want it functioning yesterday! Do you understand me! Fix it and inform me when it is working!" he shouted at his console, before he disconnected. "I am sorry, Governess. We will figure this out... soon... I hope...," he added with a sigh as he turned to the rather unhappy guests in his office.

***

Hunter couldn't understand why his body failed to respond. He struggled to open his eyes but they refused to comply. He could not raise an arm, feel his legs, or wiggle his toes and it was beginning to frighten him. That was nearly as alarming as the way his ears and nose had betrayed him. He could hear but he could not understand the strange sounds that rang and echoed through his mind, nor could he identify the strange overpowering scents. However, his faded memory was slowly returning. His mind was beginning to cast off the fog and confusion, which had imprisoned his thoughts. 'Ah, yes, he was sure his eyes were actually moving under his rebellious lids. If he could just open them, he would know what had happened to him. He began to recognize voices but not understand the words as he felt something press against his lips. He tried to open his mouth but the pain from his jaw devoured all thought. He began to see a blurred image from his swelled eye to recognize one of the Draconis standing in front of him. Yes, he could remember now. The man had been beating on him with the club.

"We waited for you to wake up for this part of the fun," the Draconis declared with a grin before he forced the whimpering Canis' lips apart with his swollen flesh. He plunged his meat down the Canis' throat before he began to thrust brutally while he laughed at the man's whines. "Give this bitch something to cry about," he declared with a laugh.

Hunter's jaw was on fire as the man pounded his flesh down his throat. Every thrust threatened his sanity. He barely even noticed someone yanked his tail up before someone mounted him. He didn't understand why they had beaten him. He would have serviced them if they had asked. He never noticed his tears as they mingled with the dried blood on his face, before the dripped into a pool of congealed blood on the floor.

***

"I hope you found your accommodations adequate," Faline greeted the two Catain being escorted by Arion and Burmese as they entered her private chambers.

"They are a little more extravagant than we are accustomed. However, we have no objection to their use for a short period. I have no desire to become soft due to excessive lavishness," Dawon replied with a frown once he realized they were in the woman's sleeping quarters.

"I am anxious to hear what you can tell me about the humans, which we may be able to use against them," Faline inquired anxiously.

"Should we continue this in your office?" Onyx questioned curiously, as she eyed the strange furniture in the center of what was obviously sleeping quarters.

"Oh, I think you will find this a little more enjoyable... especially with that," Faline assured with a mischievious grin as she watched the female's Catain's eyes being drawn to the Draconis breeding bench, which had been a gift from Governess Longfellow. She had it installed as soon as she returned to her residence. She hadn't had time to break it in, but if these two gave her anything beneficial, she was more than eager to reward them. "It is common to reward those who please with favors," she explained to the large Catain as she wondered if he had any surprises under his rugged gear and loincloth. She knew so little of the Catain. The reclusive species was as a mystery to her as they were to the rest of the galaxy.

"The humans have greater technology than we had estimated. However, they do have one major weakness. They tend to manufacture everything as cheaply as possible and still render a functional product even if it is less than reliable or less efficient than original design would allow," Dawon announced as he removed the disabled collars from his satchel for the ambassador to examine while he too began to study the strange torture device in the center of the room.

"You have brought an explosive device," Arion scolded in alarm while he struggled to contain his rage.

"Relax studly, it is disarmed. I think this is going to be very valuable. The one Hunter called Tyrell claims the operating system and programming of the device is substandard. Hell, he claimed the whole device is manufactured substandard. However, it is in the poor encryption that I think we will be able to exploit the easiest. I guess it has something to do with the insufficient CPU, which doesn't have the ability to run more elaborate encryption. Hunter has provided us with this Tyrell's logarithm for the decryption. I hope we can find a way to broadcast to the masses it to disable the collars of the captured Catain. The humans would never have time to use their long range weapons as the Catain ripped them to shreds to take back our colonies," she explained with a grin for visions of retribution filled her head.

"Oh, you do have dark thoughts in that head," Arion accused with a lustful grin as he began to eye her sleek frame appreciatively.

"Does this mean my thoughts please you or is it only my sight that stirs that material," Onyx teased as she squeezed the equines flesh, which seemed intent to escape from behind his loincloth. She had meant it to startle the large man, but she found she struggled to hide her own shock instead. "What is this thing, which can give pleasure?" she inquired as she studied the strange contraption closer. She did it to change the subject of conversation in an effort to tease the large equine as much as to satisfy her curiosity.

"I can't deny these do offer the possibility of a quick response to the human threat. However, I think there may be greater long-term advantages to expose the betrayal of their own governing council. The humans I had the displeasure of interacting with seemed rather bitter over Catain attacks and atrocities. It was common to be spit on for the slaughter of their innocent. A Catain would take his own life before he would slaughter a cub of any species. It is dishonorable to kill the weak. I am convinced their rulers fabricated horrendous stories to motivate the masses towards the war with us. I got the impression from several humans that they were disgusted by the profits made by the few from the seizure and operation of the mines of my colony. They felt they had delivered their justice for the atrocities and felt they should return to their loved ones. I do not blame those humans. The Catain would have behaved similarly if they had murdered our young. However, these crimes against them are fictitious," Dawon, proposed, before he joined Onyx to examine the strange padded table.

"It is called a breeding bench," Faline announced as she studied the two Catain. She could almost see the wickedly sensual thoughts forming as Onyx gave her a toothy grin. However, it was the hasty manner Dawon stepped away from the bench that confused her. "I have found it can be fun, without purposeful breeding," she explained carefully.

"I have no desire to return to wearing a diaper," Dawon protested quickly, before he took a few more steps away from the torture device.

"Relax, Hunter isn't here," Arion teased with a chuckle.

"Besides there are two of us females, and I am not too sure you three are up to the task," Faline challenged with a grin.

"We have given Dawon some of Hunter's supplements as a precaution," Burmese returned as he stepped forward while his lengthening shaft accepted the challenge.

"Those pills..., what was their purpose if they were not to help me recover," Dawon questioned as he realized he had been tricked.

"They promote this," Arion declared as he let his loincloth drop to the floor to reveal his thick leaking flesh.

"Oh, by the gods," Onyx nearly squealed at the sight of the huge manhood. "How does this thing work? I have never wanted to eat horse flesh as badly as I do at this moment," she added with a lick of her lips to reveal her long fang like teeth and was delighted when both of the large Equines visibly shuddered at the sight.

"If you would Arion?" Faline nearly begged as her body began to respond instantly to the thoughts forming in her mind. She never even considered restraining her smile as Arion swept Onyx off her feet in a tight embrace before he kissed her passionately. She watched with a touch of jealousy as he placed her on the breeding bench. Yes, she would enjoy watching this immensely. Her body shuddered as Arion broke their kiss to stand at her head where he let his thick leaking flesh tease Onyx's lips. She could see the large man shudder as he sprayed her with his thin fluids while she lapped at him hungrily with her tongue. She couldn't watch any longer. She made her way to their side as she seized his hard shaft and guided it to her wanting mouth. She swallowed hard as she noticed Onyx's throat distend slightly as he slowly pushed his throbbing flesh down her tight passage. "Burmese," she instructed as Arion paused deep inside her gullet. She was delighted as Burmese spread Onyx's legs to plunge his tongue into her sex. She never noticed her hand sought her own dripping sex as Onyx arched her back to moan and snarl around Arion's shaft. She couldn't resist leaning over to sample her taste from Burmese's tongue once he had licked up every drop she offered to his nose. She hadn't played with another female since she had been young and was still exploring her sexuality as was common of young females of her species. She found she still liked the taste of another female. She didn't know if it was because of how she tasted on Burmese's tongue of if she just tasted divine, but she intended to have a better taste when there was time. For now, she took his long hard flesh in her hand. She stroked him a few times to let him spray her belly with his clear fluid, before she made him thrust across her dripping sex and that small erect clit. She just smiled as the woman began to buck her hips against his magnificent pole. She lined him up with a wink and a smile. However, she knew he would wait until she gave him a nod. When she heard the woman begin to whimper and moan as if she were begging for his flesh to impale her, she gave the nod and impale her he did. A gasp escaped her lips as Onyx thrashed on the table with a snarl, while Burmese buried his entire length with one powerful thrust. She couldn't resist leaning in to lick at that little clit as she sprayed her nectar around his embedded flesh. Faline wanted more of that wonderful nectar as she lapped and sucked at that little nub. Her disappointment was unbearable as the woman's climax dwindled to deny her that wonderful flavor. However, she knew it wouldn't take long to produce more as she nodded to Arion who just smiled as he began his slow measured but powerful thrusts into her throat. She watched her as his flesh made its way in and out of her stretched and swallowing neck before she seized Onyx's hand. She placed Onyx's hand on her throat so she could feel what she was witnessing and wasn't disappointed when the woman's eyes widened in surprise. She turned to Burmese and nodded her consent for him to continue his breeding of the sleek woman. She placed her hand over Onyx's abdomen to feel Burmese's pole as he pushed past the tight opening of her womb and wasn't disappointed as the woman began to thrash once again. However, she was sure her boys wouldn't last much longer as she noticed their breaths became erratic and they began to pause in their thrusts as they struggled to restrain their release. "I do not give you permission to finish just yet," she scolded with a glare for both her studs. She forced Onyx's free hand to her belly to feel Burmese distend her with every thrust. However, it was now her turn to join the fun. She turned her attention to those firm breasts and those thick nipples. She began to lap at them slowly, but couldn't restrain herself from nursing her. It was a low whine, which reminded her, there was one more left in the room. "Let me see if you have any skill with that tongue of yours," she teased with a glance over her shoulder as she raised her tail to the large whining male Catain. She struggled to resume her nursing around her smile as she heard the large man scrambled excitedly to her bared sex. "F... F... F... fu... aaaahhhg... aaaaahhgg...," she squealed instantly as his rough tongue grated across her swollen clit. Her mind shattered as she abandon any thought of nursing on Onyx's breasts as she shuddered uncontrollably while his tongue continued to grate and pull at her clit and sex as he lapped deep inside her. She barely recognized Arion's grunts as he ground his huge leathery sac against Onyx's nose as he filled her stomach. Nor did she realize Burmese had already flared before he too began to fill her with his seed. She did recognize her whines of disappointment as his wonderful tongue abandoned her still quivering sex while she was still gasping for breath. Her disappointment continued as she felt him mount her. She felt him plunge everything he had to offer with one powerful thrust and it left her wanting more. He was nothing compared to Arion or Burmese. She could tell he was tapered with a pointy tip, as Hunter had been by the way he slid into her womb so easily. However, he didn't have Hunter's massive glands. She wouldn't complain, but she looked forward to her turn on the bench once Onyx was... "AAAannng," she squealed as it felt the man had attempted to rip her inside out. She found herself blinking as she tried to figure out what had happened, before he plunged back inside of her. "AAAAAnnnn," she cried again once that burning sensation returned on his withdraw. She wanted to turn around to see what in the hell he was doing to her, but she couldn't. She found herself sobbing uncontrollably as her body betrayed her to squeeze that burning tearing flesh ripping her inside out as he pounded her mercilessly. Her mind was broken as she held onto Onyx as the woman returned her embrace and wiped away her tears.

***

Onyx's heart raced in anticipation; once she realized those rumors of the male Equine species, were warranted. She could be mistaken but both of these studs were as thick as Hunter if not thicker and the one had length to him that justified his name. She didn't resist as the large man lifted her and carried her to the strange contraption while she returned his kiss passionately. However, she became nervous as she stared at his massive cock. Nevertheless, she lapped with pleasure at him as he rewarded her with more of his wonderful tasting fluids. She couldn't believe how much fluid these other male species produced compared to the Catain males she had experienced. It took all her restraint to refrain from cutting him to shreds with her sharp claws at the bastard continued to tease her with his meat. However, she couldn't deny she found it hard to breathe as the woman began to guide his flesh between her lips. It was so thick she could feel every vein and bump of his shaft as it began to make its way down her throat. She was beyond nervous as he continued to push into her for what seemed forever. She wasn't frightened but something close to it as she realized his huge leathery sack bumped against her muzzle. She seemed frozen as she stared at those massive testicles, which would produce her prize. It took her a moment to realize just how full her throat was as she attempted to move. She wanted to claim her prize, but found she quite literally was in no position to move. She couldn't work her mouth up and down his length. She was dependent on him to finish himself. However, he didn't move. He simply stood over her while his thick shaft seemed to pulse in her throat. It was only when she became angry at being denied the taste of his leaking thin fluid, that she even realized she was actually swallowing his throbbing flesh. It was then she began to wonder if he was indeed breeding her mouth at that moment, but she couldn't tell. She couldn't taste him to tell if he was delivering his seed to her stomach, because he was too deep for her to receive a single drop on her tongue. She nearly snarled at the thought. However, her thoughts shattered as she assumed Burmese spread her legs. She wiggled nervously as she thought of that unnaturally long shaft she had seen. However, it was the man's long thick tongue, which slithered into her depths. It felt strange. It was not even as rough as Hunter's had been. It was nearly slick as it slid in and out of her. Nevertheless, she found her body wracked as she screamed and snarled around that shaft still buried into her depths. She didn't know how long her climax lasted, but she felt light headed as she struggled to catch her breath with that thick cock in her mouth. She never had time to catch her breath as she felt that incredible shaft begin to push into her. She didn't even realize her legs began quiver and shake as he pushed into her womb without pause or hesitation. She was sure he had somehow pushed through her guts by the time she felt his testicles bounce off her tail. She didn't recognize her snarls or her thrashing as she bucked into him. She felt something new that added to her confusion. She could swear someone was licking and sucking on her clit while she was impaled by the largest cocks she had ever seen from both ends. She didn't know how long she had fed the mystery tongue her juices as she bucked and thrashed in her ecstasy, but she was sure the dampness on her face was from tears. She had only produced tears from such an intense experience once in her life. It had been the same night she had spent with Hunter. She was still struggling to breathe the strong musky scent of the Equine as his testicles rested on her nose in a futile attempt to catch her breath, when she felt him begin to withdraw. She was nearly disappointed it was already over, before he plunged his thick shaft back down her throat. She couldn't stop staring at that huge leathery sack that continued to bounce of her nose as he the thrust in and out of her. It took her a moment to realize she was actually feeling her neck distend with her hand. Her mind nearly shattered as she wished she could actually see it. Her eyes began to flutter shut as she felt Burmese begin to piston in and out of her stretched passage. It only took a moment to realize what Faline wanted her to feel and she instantly began to work her hands over herself to help squeeze those massive cocks as they worked in and out of her depths with slow long strokes. She never even noticed who or what began to nurse at her breasts as her body began to shudder and thrash, while her throat produced snarls and growls until she became hoarse. She was beginning to wish it would end, as her muscles seemed to turn to jelly from her never-ending climax. However, it was the strange sensation of a growing tightness that renewed her fears. She could swear those Equine cocks were swelling deep inside of her. She could feel their thickening ends in her hands. However, she was nearly relieved when she heard Arion's grunts to signal he was finally finished. She swallowed franticly as she felt a strong stream coat her throat. She was grateful as he pulled out enough to reward her with a mouthful to savor before he plunged back into her depths with his thick shaft as his now engorged end threatened to tear her throat. She barely recognized Burmese's grunts before she felt him begin to fill her as well. She didn't have time to relish in the feeling of his seed filling her while his swollen flesh seemed stuck in her womb, once her body began to shudder and thrash once again. She didn't know how long it lasted or when those two withdrew their wonderful cocks from her depths. Her eyes fluttered open to a weeping and wailing Faline bent over her while Dawon pounded into her. She nearly laughed at the blank disbelieving looks on the Equine faces as they watched their owner be bred by a barbed Catain cock for her first time. She knew too well, how painful and wonderful such an experience could be as she tried to comfort the poor woman. She wiped Faline's tears away and held her tight as Dawon continued to roar into the night as he filled the poor woman more times, than she cared to count. She found it difficult to tell if the woman was enjoying it as she thrashed and screamed, but she did detect the woman arch her back several times. She couldn't tell if the woman was pushing, back on to him or his barbs were simply pulling her back. However, she was sure the man had finally finished for the moment when he roared as he ground his cock deep inside of Faline. She waited for him to pause and then dismount before she pulled Faline's face to her for a tender kiss on her damp cheek. "I thank you for sharing these fine studs with me. It has been an experience I will not soon forget," she assured as Faline continued to tremble and twitch.

"My gods, what is wrong with his cock. I have never felt anything like that. I... I could swear... Holy shit... I will not forget this any time soon either," Faline declared with a weak grin.

"I could switch, but I was hoping to play with these two a little more before I let that monster breed me again," Onyx nearly begged as she eyed Dawon's meat retreating to its home.

"Oh, I intend to try that again... as soon as I can managed to force my legs to work," Faline declared as she continued to pant and grin like a foolish young fawn. She was surprised how long it took her to force her legs to support her weight. "Damn, you have to love those pills," she declared with a grin as she noticed both Arion and Burmese were standing at attention already. "Arion would you mind helping her up," she asked with a grin, before the big man scooped her up and resumed giving her his attention. "You horny stud," she accused as she watched Arion hold Onyx in a tight embrace as he kissed her hungrily, while he slowly lowered her onto his thick pole. "You may join them when you like Burmese... but don't break her," she added with a chuckle, before she bent over the breeding bench with a sigh for what she was about to do again. She knew it was insane but she wanted to feel that pain in her depths once again. She wanted to feel his strange cock pull at her clit. She wanted to experience that endless climax that threatened her sanity. "I don't suppose I can talk you into letting me experience a little of that amazing tongue before you mount me again," she nearly begged as she glanced at Dawon and nearly gasped at the sight of his hanging manhood. It wasn't his size but the strange texture to it. She had to find one of the wonderful brutes to hire for her personal guard. Damn, could she ever justify hiring a Catain and purchasing a Canis for her safety? Hell, maybe she could just purchase the Canis for herself and have her office hire the Catain. She nearly laughed aloud as she wondered if she could ever manage to get any work done if she surrounded herself with wonderful cocks in such a manner. However, her smile slid from her face as that grating tongue plunged into her depths.

***

Arion lowered Onyx slowly down his stiff manhood as he continued to work his tongue against her incredibly rough tongue. However, he paid attention to her body as it responded to his intruding flesh. He felt her tense up as his thick shaft came to that tight entrance of her womb. He paused briefly, before he lowered her further. He felt his flesh throb as it pushed past those tight muscles with a jump. He paused again as she shifted uncomfortably in his arms. He waited until he was sure she became accustomed to his girth and began to grind her pelvis against him. When he was sure she was ready, he thrust into her as he lowered her onto his flesh to drive him completely into her depths, while she gasped and snarled. He continued to work her up and down his length briefly before he stopped that to begin his thrusts in and out of her, while he nodded to Burmese with a grin. He was more than sure this would drive the woman insane. He nearly laughed as Burmese knelt in front of him to plunge his tongue into that round tail hole he had only caught glimpses of at this point. He was nearly jealous of Burmese as he wished he could watch his tongue stretch the puckered round hole. However, the scene he did witness as the woman snarled with an unbelievable ferocity as her claws threatened bleed him out was intense enough to satisfy him. However, it was the sound of Faline's bleats of delight as she sprayed Dawon's muzzle with her nectar that drew his attention. He watched with a grin as he thrust absentmindedly into Onyx, while Dawon lapped up every drop of her flavor. However, he couldn't resist guiding the man's muzzle toward her spasming and clenching tail hole as he finished cleaning her. He nearly laughed as the man spared him a questioning glance, but he did manage to give a reassuring nod. He never had a chance cover his mirth as Faline squealed and clawed at the bench as Dawon pushed that wide grating tongue into her bowels.

"You are bad," Onyx accused with a wicked grin as she continued to grind against the unbelievably thick shaft wedged into her tight passage. It took her a moment to realize the three of them were still watching Faline's tail hole being ravaged by Dawon's tongue when Faline released stream after stream of her nectar onto Dawon's chin before it began to run down his chest and to the floor. "I never knew playing with the tail hole could bring such pleasure. It is not something practiced among the Catain and I believe I can't wait to introduce it to them," she added before she felt Burmese return his tongue to her tail hole, which caused her to shudder uncontrollably as Arion continued his slow long strokes into her clenching sex. She would have begged Burmese to return his wonderful tongue to her tail hole if she could have managed to catch her breath. However, the shock of feeling that long leaking shaft on her back as he stood behind her frightened her. It took her a moment to realize their intentions as Arion lifted her off his thick shaft with his strong arms. "No... no... noooooo, aaaaahhh, aaaaahhhhh... nnnngghh... nnnggghh," she tried to protest as Arion lowered her slowly onto the two Equine shafts positioned below her. However, all cognitive capacity left her as they began to lower, stretch, and fill her beyond her capacity. She never recognized the intelligible murmurs and jabbering came from her mouth as she panted and gasped. She had no idea how long it took before she came to rest with those huge throbbing cocks supporting her weight. She had no idea how long they stood their motionless while she became accustomed to their girth and length. All she knew is she was holding on to Arion's thick neck while she nuzzled at his chest. "I... I... think I am... ready," she offered without the luxury of any confidence.

"In a moment," Arion replied with a mischievious grin while he watched Dawon withdraw his tongue from Faline's tail hole. He wasn't entirely positive which made him happier. The sight of Faline's limp an satisfied form, the view of Faline's now red and gaping tail hole while her sex streamed a river of her nectar down the inside of her limp legs, and the feeling of Onyx perched on his manhood while her sex continued its efforts to squeeze the life from his erect and throbbing flesh were intoxicating. He was barely able to collect his thoughts before Dawon mounted Faline. He couldn't help but reach over to guide Dawon's strange manhood towards Faline's tail hole. He received a questioning look for his efforts. He tried to give a reassuring nod, but he was sure it was as mischievious as it was reassuring. Nevertheless, he continued to watch as Dawon began to assault her tight passage with a savage brutality as he roared almost instantly. "Now we will give you the ride of your life," he promised before he slowly lifted Onyx off their swollen flesh until he felt his tip at her entrance. Then he let her weight impale her once again, while she gasped, shuddered, and snarled. He continued with a slow teasing pace until he heard Burmese's breathing became erratic and forced. He knew the young stud would not last long at this point. He gave his nod of approval for his release before he held Onyx firmly so they could both thrust into her with an unbridled passion, which caused her snarl and jabber incoherently once again. He could feel her sex milking him as he flared deep inside of her womb where he became lodged, before he began to fill her with a shrill whiney. He never even recognized Burmese's whiney as his eyes fluttered shut as his powerful climax threatened his sanity. He continued to fill her for an impossible length of time before his body quit bucking and thrusting into her limp form. By the time he and Burmese finished, she was barely conscious. He carried her to the oversize bed, where he let Burmese lay down first. He nearly laughed as the young stud began to snore as soon as he rested his head on a pillow. He decided to hold her a little longer as she nuzzled at his chest. He used a free hand to stroke Burmese until he was satisfied and lowered her onto the stud's semi erect shaft where she cooed and moaned. He repositioned the joined couple so Burmese could thrust into her sore tail hole while they both slept, before he turned his attention to Dawon who seemed intent to drive his pelvis through Faline's backside. He could see Dawon's testicles jump every time the man delivered another stream into her bowels. He couldn't believe the man could continue climaxing indefinitely in such a manner or did it just seem that way. He began to wonder if the man just had a series of short orgasms. He hated to interrupt the man while he was enjoying that tail hole, but Arion was not quite done for the night. He would sleep after he serviced his master and not before. He gave Dawon a slight tap on the man's shoulder, before he guided the man to lift Faline from the breeding bench while his manhood remained imbedded in her. He adjusted the height of the bench quickly before he laid back and motioned for Dawon to continue. "You can continue shortly," he explained as he took her from Dawon's arms. He placed her on his belly and began to slide her towards his excited form. He slid in her wet leaking slit easily until he came to her tightness deep within her. He pushed into her and he was rewarded by her moans while she began to nuzzle at his chest. He thrust into her slowly as he repositioned her for Dawon's access to her tail hole. "You may mount her again," he added once he was ready. He waited until Dawon resumed breeding Faline's tail hole before he began his long slow strokes. He held her tight against his chest as her body responded immediately. He watched her beautiful face as she moaned and bleated, while climax after climax caused her to shudder as her sex tried to milk his throbbing flesh. He stroked the short fur of her neck and ears as he struggled to hold back his own desire and pleasure. However, he knew his time had come when Dawon finally hesitated his mad thrusting into her tail hole with one final roar, before he shook and shuddered the last he had to offer into her bowels. Arion let his eyes close as he gave her one final thrust into her depths before he released all he could give her. He held her tight as he filled her womb with all he had left. It saddened him to feel his flesh begin to shrink as Dawon dismounted her. He wished he could have stayed joined with his beautiful master longer but his disobedient flesh slid from her sex as a flood of his seed ran down his legs. "You may rest in her bed, while you watch over her," Arion offered as he lifted Faline, while he stood watching the still panting Catain.

"You will not be joining us?" Dawon questioned with a frown.

"I will rest later... I should check a few things," Arion admitted with a frown before he tucked Faline into her bed. He had been having trouble sleeping and he knew why. "I worry about her safety more than I ever have," he admitted with a frown.

"I understand... I am sorry," Dawon replied with genuine remorse. "It is difficult when in love," he added as he unconsciously glanced at Onyx. "When you need rest... please wake me. I would be honored if you allowed me a shift to guard your household and protect our loved ones," he offered, as he stood a little taller.

"I...," Arion began hesitantly. "I don't suppose you would walk with me for a bit. I could use advice from someone with a true warriors experience to evaluate weakness in our security," he questioned with pleading eyes.

"I will give you the advice I can, but you must remember that my warrior species does so love the wilder landscapes. I... we do not generally consider combat in such urban areas. I may not be as helpful as you hope," Dawon admitted sadly.

"I understand. However, those same warrior instincts and tactics must be transferable to any environment. You must be able to recognize a good ambush point or something," Arion replied as he studied Dawon.

"I think you are correct. This may have been a weakness of ours when we faced the humans. After it became apparent they would not enter the jungles to fight in close quarter combat as we wished, we tried to engage them as they fought. We were slaughtered. We should have learned to utilize the natural cover the urban areas do provide," Dawon agreed after a little thought as he followed Arion.

***

"Tyrell, can you do something for the communications," Tyberius asked curiously.

"Not hardly... the encryption codes on that are beyond the computing capacity of my personal device. I could maybe get a program to decipher it in a couple more days, if I had access to more computing power," Tyrell answered before he lowered his voice and showed his father his personal device. "I don't think Hunter has a few more days," he whispered while he kept an eye on his sister sleeping on one of the couches in the Generals office where they had been for nearly two days.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Tyberius swore as his blood boiled in his veins.

"What are you going to do?" Tyrell asked nervously.

"I don't know but staying here waiting on communications to be restored is not an option," Tyberius declared as he tried to think. "See if you can use find any other information about what is happening. I am going to find out where the General and my mate are hiding themselves," he declared before he made his way to the door, where he hesitated. "Whatever you do, don't let Sylvy find out," he instructed before he departed. He paused in the corridor as he tried to decide where to go. He remembered coming in from the left. Therefore, he went to the right. He was beginning to have an uneasy feeling as he made his way through the empty complex. "Where in the hell is everyone?" he asked the large room of empty desks. He began to run as he searched through the endless empty rooms. He was sure he had become lost before he even saw another living person. However, he was positive he was in the right place when he was ordered to halt by the two guardsmen at a door. "I am looking for my mate and General Kyoko," he announced once he came to a skidding halt.

"They are inside," one of the guards replied with a frown. They had been ordered to guard the door, but they both knew something was wrong. Something was happening and the Governess and her family were at the center of it. That much they were sure was the case.

"Oh, thank you," Tyberius said as he took a few steps forward.

"Halt!" the guards declared again.

"Look fellows, either let me past, get my mate, or shoot me, but I am not sitting in this hall staring at you for the rest of the day. Something is wrong and it is time we do something about it," Tyberius snapped in anger. Nevertheless, he was grateful they did opt to allow him to pass instead of shooting him. However, he was surprised they followed him inside, as he was dumbfounded when he did enter the room. He expected they would have been in some sort of bunker working on the communications. However, this was just another office. "What in the hell is going on?" he demanded with a scowl.

"Is Sylvy still asleep in his office?" Charlet inquired with a glance for the door.

"She was when I left her," Tyberius answered as he approached the consol the rest of the people in the room were watching. "What in the hell are you watching?" he demanded.

"It is bad. I have never heard of anything like this," General Kyoko admitted with a frown.

"What is bad? Did you see what they are doing to Hunter?" Tyberius questioned as he tried to understand what he saw on the monitor. "What is this?" he asked as he read what appeared conversations scrolling across the screen.

"I do not know who, but someone with the Security Agency has taken command of a large contingent of the military presence on this colony and these are the conversations we are intercepting over their unsecure coms. It appears they plan to gather all registered lower species and relocating them at the coliseum," General Kyoko explained reluctantly.

"Why aren't you doing something about it?" Tyberius snarled in frustration.

"This facility is an administrative building. It has little more than communication equipment. It serves as a decoy if there is ever an actual assault on the colony. The actual command center is secure underground. That is what the Security Agency is using to issue all commands. We have sent out every personnel on staff to begin to organize reserves... and civilians. However, it is taking too much time to organize since we must rely on direct and personal contact with everyone. Every time we open a line of communication the central command either shuts it down or the frequency is scrambled," Charlet explained with a frown. "And yes we saw what they are doing to Hunter. It is being broadcast across nearly every network available. The responses from the galactic community, which we have intercepted so far indicates outrage from nearly every species. I fear it is about to get worse for him," General Kyoko predicted as he turned away from the monitor to think. "Whatever, the nut job in charge of this coup, has in mind will happen at the coliseum," he added with a frown for his thoughts. He had no desire to witness Draconis fighting Draconis in the streets. He desired to be the one responsible for giving the orders to do so even less.

"Hate to complain General, but I think the time for waiting is over. It is time for some action," Tyberius suggested with a scowl.

"I agree. It is obvious we can't do anything from here," Charlet agreed quickly.

"What are your orders?" General Kyoko inquired eagerly.

"You will continue to gather as many as you can and arm them with everything you have. We will meet you at the coliseum," Charlet ordered before she began to push her husband towards the door.

"You can't go there. It is too dangerous," General Kyoko protested before the insane woman could leave.

"I tend to agree with him this time," Tyberius protested as he planted his feet and refused to move.

"I am still the highest ranking elected official on this rock. I don't believe they will harm me. They may not listen to my commands, but they wouldn't dare risk injury to me," Charlet assured weakly as she struggled to contain her self-doubt.

"I hope you are right," Tyberius agreed reluctantly.

"To what purpose? What is it you think you can do there?" Kyoko continued to protest.

"I hope to keep Hunter alive until you come to the rescue," Charlet declared as she pushed her feet-dragging husband out the door.

"I still don't like the idea of you going with me," Tyberius complained as he began to make the long journey back to the General's private office.

"This way," Charlet corrected without acknowledging his complaint. It was not an argument she would engage. She knew he wouldn't like it and she loved him for it. However, she didn't see any other options. "I think we may have to have the general detain Sylvy to keep her from coming with us," she suggested as she led him down the next corridor.

"Well, shit," Tyberius, cursed once he recognized where he was. However, he wasn't about to tell his mate he had found her only after becoming lost to end up just down the hall from where he started.

"What is it?" Charlet asked as she studied him.

"I...," Tyberius began reluctantly as he tried to contrive some believable lie, before Tyrell saved him from his embarrassment. "What are you... what is going on?" he demanded as he scowled at his son who had nearly thrown Rose into the hallway before he slammed the door shut behind him where he continued to hold it shut, while someone seemed intent to tear the building down on the other side.

"Sylvy woke up and she knows," Tyrell replied with a pant. "I tried to hold her down... She bit me!" Tyrell complained as he indicated his bleeding arm.