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35.

The two guards approached our table where we were just trying to have a pleasant evening. It felt like an intrusion. If I wasn't worried about whether hiding under the table would look suspicious, I would have even thought about mimicking the hostile disposition some of the other inmates were so skilled at affecting.

I sunk lower, trying to make myself small and nonthreatening. I was sure the guards were there for me. Probably to drag me off to Blake, where he would finally follow through on his threats to give me the slow agonizing death he said I deserved.

The taller of the two guards, a zebra, tapped the clipboard he carried against the metal table top. "Sanders, you got yourself a write up. Sign here."

I hated myself for it, but I felt a sense of relief that it wasn't me. At least he wasn't at risk of getting gang raped to death.

"What for?" The lion was not a great actor. His look of surprised innocence was more forced than the plot in a cheap porno movie.

"Don't fuck around. I've got lots of these to get to." He yanked back the clipboard and skimmed it. "You were part of that fight in cafeteria three. Says you lose thirty days of commissary privileges, and thirty days of earned good behavior time."

Styen whistled. "Damn! That is kinda steep. You do know this shit-hole is run on the motto 'blind eyes don't get poked.'"

The other lupine guard swung his baton, banging the table like a gong. The wolf snarled, "that sounds like a fuckin' threat, pussycat."

Styen threw his hands up. "No, sir! Just saying, no harm, no foul."

"There's a member of the Pack in the infirmary. You think that shit's gonna go unanswered? Maybe you've got some more bullshit cliches to spew?"

Things were tense. The entire common area was looking at us, more than a few inmates were ready to throw fuel on the fire. Sanders cleared his throat. "I'll sign that, now."

The zebra kept a hand near the radio clipped to his belt, eyes scanning for threats. Without looking, he pointed to spots on the clipboard."Sign here to indicate you got this. Sign here to accept the penalties, here if you want to challenge. Leave it blank and it'll be assumed you wish to challenge."

Sanders had already signed and was waiting for the zebra to notice the clipboard held up to him. "No challenges."

The guard nodded, backing away. "Let's go," he called to his lupine companion who was still eyeing Styen, ignoring the horde waiting for an excuse to spring.

The wolf growled, then looked at Jake and me. "Fucking pathetic," he snorted.

We exchanged looks as soon as the wolf was leaving. Was it because we were sitting with felines? Was it because we were forced to sell our bodies? Was it because we were sharing a seat? I guess he could make an argument, but it was still pretty rude. And probably speciesist.

"Well. That sucks," Sanders said. "Fuck it," he gestured to the checkerboard, "who's next?"

While Sanders and Styen started playing, I began to formulate a plan. It wasn't anything complicated, but I didn't want Sanders' sacrifice to go unnoted. I wouldn't have to wait long before putting things into action, as Styen was not that good. I waited for the lion to gloat over his win and then look to us foxes for a real challenge.

"I've got a better idea," I smiled, waiting for the go ahead. "Because you're having a bad day, what if you let me and Jake play a match. The winner gets to kiss you until it puts a smile back on your face?"

Sanders was grinning. "I'm liking this."

"And the loser?" Dimitri's deep voice startled me.

"Uh, i-if it's ok with you, sir, the winner kisses Sanders, and the loser-"

"Makes out with me?" Styen interrupted hopefully.

"-has to let the winner have the seat to themselves, next time we're out here. If you're ok with it, sir." I could feel my face warming. I didn't mind submitting to the big tiger - or, at least I could say I accepted it - but I wish I didn't have to make it so blatant in front of our friends.

Dimitri thought for a moment, maybe just to make me blush harder, before deciding. "Alright. Styen, get your ass up so they can both sit in their own seats for the match."

"Why not," Styen said with a laugh. "Since you asked so nice."

I jumped up to take his seat, "Thanks, Styen. This shouldn't take me long."

Jake looked at me from across the table. He looked hurt. I wish I could have let him in on my plan, or at least tell him to trust me. I know what I'm doing... I think. But contrary to what a lot of furs believe, we foxes do not have a secret language that lets us communicate silently.

I let Jake go first. That expression of confused betrayal real stung. If I wasn't planning on throwing the game, it would have been distracting enough to give him an edge anyways. My work was further complicated by Dimitri taking an interest. His gaze was as powerful as the rest of him, like a physical pressure bearing down on me.

To Jake's credit, he brought his A-game. I made an effort to keep the score even until half the board was clear. Then I began to strategically lose.

"What the hell, pup," Dimitri laughed, "that was a horrible move."

"Oh," I feigned surprise. I wasn't trying to be that obvious, but a few bad moves were all Jake needed to begin the slaughter. The game came to a speedy end.

I made a show of looking disappointed - not too disappointed, I didn't want Dimitri to punish Jake - and begrudgingly congratulated him. Styen was quick to point out that as winner, Jake had a certain duty to perform.

He didn't look as happy as I thought he would have. He slowly lapsed into that damn trance like state he always hid in.

I watched the glimmer in Sanders eyes fade. He could see Jake wasn't into it.

Damn it. I could have sworn this would have worked to break the ice.

Jake straddled one of the lion's spread legs. He put his hands around Sanders' neck and slowly began grinding into his stomach.

Styen was quick to retake the empty seat. "This ain't a strip club, San. You're allowed to touch the foxes!."

I think my next project will be to get Styen laid.

Sanders ignored the advice and kept his arms at his sides, letting Jake dance to the music in his head for a while.

When the red fox did lean in, kissing his way from the dip in his collarbone, along the thick neck, Sanders was smiling. An automatic response to the ticklish pecks Jack trailed on his path to the lion's lips.

It all looked good, but the passion was an act, and I felt horrible for this being my idea. The wet sounds of Jake putting everything he had into the meaningless kisses made my ears flatten.

I think I've made a mistake.

***

I walked into Dimitri's cell with more wealth than I'd had since the day he made me transfer all the money in my account over to him. Four candy bars, a packet of hot chocolate mix, and the all important bag of Volcanic Ultra-Hots that I would give to the coyote I loved. Just thinking about it made my heart flutter.

"Pet," Dimitri waved me over from the doorway where I stood. "Show me what you got. I need to make sure you didn't get any contraband or shit that's gonna cause trouble when they do the cell search."

"Yes, sir." I didn't care if he took everything, just as long as he'd leave me the chips. Keeping my fear in check, I shuffled with my arms full of winnings to where Dimitri sat on the bunk.

He picked through the candy bars, tossing them onto the bunk. When he got to the packet, he shook it. "What the fuck is this?"

"Hot chocolate mix," I said meekly.

"Styen gave you this?"

I nodded.

Dimitri shook his head. "Funny," he said without humor. "There was a time where I would break his arm just on general principle." He looked at me as he took the bag of chips. "I think you're a bad influence on me, pet."

"Sorry, sir." I held my breath.

He studied the bag. I don't think he could make out the words yet, but the images of fire and a volcano left little that needed reading. "You eat this shit?"

"Yes. Sometimes." Maybe.

He shook his head again, smirking. "Put this stuff in the shelf. And ask me before you eat any of it."

"Yes, sir." I scooped up my winnings and the second my back was to him I bared my fangs in cathartic release. He couldn't just let me have them and do what I want, could he? By the time I set the snacks down, any hint of disagreement was gone from my face.

Dimitri had his headphones on. I stood there for a moment until he gave a quick flick of the wrist, dismissing me. As infuriating as he was, I still intended to show him how much I appreciated the restraint he did show today. Positive reinforcement, if you will.

Deep breaths, Regal. You can do this.

I pulled off my shirt, facing away from Dimitri, toward the emptying common area. Dimitri liked me staying vulnerable to him. What better way to entice him than to get naked with my back to him. Completely open and unprepared for anything he might get the urge to do.

I stretched my back and folded my shirt. Still no reaction, so I waited for the last stragglers to leave the common area. There was a guard down there somewhere that was supposed to take a headcount, but this was as private as it would get for me. I slid my pants down and kicked them into my corner.

This time when I turned around, Dimitri was looking at me. Keeping my eyes peeled for any signs of displeasure, I crept to his bunk and slowly, deliberately, I crawled up next to him, along the flat mattress.

Dimitri took his headphones off. "Is this your way of asking if you can have a candy bar?"

"No, sir." There wasn't a lot of room between his back and the wall, but if I sat sideways with my legs stretched out, I could sit behind him. "It's my way of saying thank you."

I put my hands on his shoulders, having no idea what I was doing. The only experience I had with massages are the ones I get from Tox, and kneading a boney fox is entirely different than trying to relax a muscle that felt harder than the cell's iron bars.

"And what am I being thanked for?"

I hesitated. It wasn't a question I'd prepared for. "For being so kind to me. Even when I mess up."

"The important thing is that we try." He patted my legs. "You are trying to give me a back rub, right? You aren't just poking at me?" He laughed.

"If you weren't so big, maybe you could feel it," I said in mock indignation.

He leaned forward and I feared for a moment that he took it the wrong way. But he just pulled his shirt over his head. I almost gasped at how beautiful his vibrant fur was. He probably would have kicked my ass if I'd ever said his fur was beautiful, but my mind was still free to think what it wanted.

"Is that easier?"

"Yes, sir." A thin layer of material really had no impact on how hard my hands could ineptly squeeze, but it was a lot nicer to see the contours of his muscles, and be able to trace his stripes with my eyes.

Ten minutes later and my hands were starting to cramp. That's when I brought my mouth into play. At first small kisses around his shoulder blade. It gave me the opportunity to take a few deep breaths of his scent. I think it made him pleased when I did that. Soon I was leaning over to get my kisses lower.

"Come here, pet. Where I can see you."

I stopped my futile attempts at rubbing him and slid around to his side.

"There." He pointed at the floor in front of him.

Without hesitation, I got to the floor and knelt, looking up at this giant, this god of savage power. It never failed to remind me how small and powerless I was compared to him. My tail curled close and my ears flattened.

"Spread your legs." He tapped at me knee with his foot.

I did. And there was no hiding my reaction as Dimitri undid his pants, his cock flopping out.

"Does my pet want this?"

"Yes." I don't care if he's mocking me. I just want him happy. A happy Dimitri is a safe Dimitri. "Can I suck you off, sir?"

"I don't know." He made a show of scratching his chin in thought. "I remember when you used to beg me not make you choke on this. I think I'm starting to miss hearing you plead."

"I-if you want... I can pretend..." I really didn't want to. It took a lot for me to get to this point and if I thought too hard about the early days, I'd probably get depressed.

"No. I like my pets honest. But how badly do you want my cock?"

"I want it real bad," I whined. I inched closer on my knees. "Please let me get you off." I put all my acting into it, surprisingly it was easy. A large part of me did want it.

My advance came to a sudden stop. My dick jabbed into the rubber sole of his shoe that blocked me. "Slow down," he rumbled. "I want to get more comfortable. Take my shoes off."

I hunched over, tugging at the knotted laces, urgently wanting to get done with whatever Dimitri thought of as foreplay. His feet were as big as the rest of him, and it wouldn't be the first time he'd made me kiss them. I took a chance and ran my tongue over the top without Dimitri's permission. I repeated my act of willing debasement until my point was made.

Hearing his low hum of approval, I slowly brought my head back up. My eyes wide with desire for that monolith of flesh between his legs. "Please," I begged as pathetically as I'd ever done.

His imperious nod was all I needed. Voraciously I lapped him to full attention, his pre dribbling on my nose as I slurped along the underside.

My jaw stretched wide to take in the tiger's glistening head. The familiar salty taste grew stronger, overwhelming almost. Coupled with the warm musk I was inhaling, my senses were driven wild. Primal desires to be rutted by this true alpha male screamed out.

Dimitri brushed a toe against my dick, reminding me of how painfully hard I'd gotten. I cast my eyes up, whimpering as well as I could with a mouth full of cock. No words were needed. He knew what I wanted, and I knew the only hope of getting what I wanted lay in being his good pet.

He smiled down at me. "It's like your mouth was made to suck my dick."

I hummed an agreement, still focused on relaxing throat enough to get his full length down. It was exhausting work, and my senses were overloaded. The sights, the taste, the smells, it was like my world contracted down to just this tiger. His toe grazed against me again. The shiver added to my twitching throat muscles and vibrating hums that all went towards pleasing Dimitri.

Ages of working him in and out of my mouth began coming to a climax. His hand cupped the back of my head, the only warning that he was almost ready to end this. The only other half coherent thought I had aside from reminding myself not to panic when he stopped letting me up for air, was a mourning over not having done well enough for him to at least let me hump his foot. All he would do is tease enough to keep me hard and desperate, then he would take away anything I could have found a way to grind against.

My head was finally slammed down, capping off the intense geyser of Dimitri's cum. My throat constricted wildly, frantically swallowing to keep up with the sticky flood. It took longer for his balls to empty than it would have taken me to jerk off from start to finish. When his hand left my head, I collapsed back, my lungs burning for air.

"You did good, pup."

Faint praise, but it meant the world to me. "Th-thank you, sir," I rasped between deep gasps of glorious fresh air. "I try."

"How would you like it if I let you get off now?"

I was drained, but natural urges are so much more powerful than frail bodies. "You mean, you'll let me jerk off right now, instead of making me wait until you're not here?"

"Kind of," he smirked and wiped a drop of sweat from his nose. "I was thinking about suspending that rule, and a few others."

I could feel my ears starting to go down. There was an even chance I would like whatever he was hinting at. An almost exhilarating feeling, waiting to hear his latest decree. If I didn't have to live and die by whatever whims he chose to call rules, I would almost find the suspense fun.

Dimitri brought himself up and laid out on the bunk. "Lay down here," he patted the narrow space. On his side with his back against the wall there was just enough room for me next to him.

I got on my back, crossing my legs at the ankles and folding my hands over my stomach. I tried really hard to look relaxed, not wanting him to feed off the deep unease I got whenever Dimitri did something new.

"Comfortable?" he hummed, looking down at me as he propped himself up on his elbow.

I nodded. It was a lie.

"Good. Here are the rules," he ran a finger across my chest, holding it in front of my face as number one. "You can't touch yourself." A second finger sprang up. "You have to enjoy this."

His hand pulled away and I was left looking into his eyes. I swallowed hard, the air was starting to feel thin. "I-is it going to hurt?" I whimpered.

He shook his head, worryingly casual about that answer, and brought his hand back before my face. "Lick."

I gave Dimitri's open palm as much enthusiasm as I'd just given his dick. My mouth began to get dry. I'm not sure if it was from overuse or that nagging sense of fear over what the big tiger planned to do to me.

Mercifully, he took his hand away. My tongue still stuck out in mid-slurp. My eyes locked on his again. I gasped, suddenly aware of where his hand went to.

"You like?" he asked. His big hand enveloped my fox cock. I wasn't small - for my species, anyway - but it did not escape me how easy it would be for Dimitri to use his strength with devastating effect.

"Y-yes, sir!" Anything to keep him happy right now.

He smirked softly. He knew I was speaking out of fear. Then his hand began to move, stroking me with a delicate touch I wouldn't have thought he had.

"Ohh, God," I moaned. I was already hard from the act of giving him a blow job. It wasn't taking much to get my heart pumping and my slit leaking. I guess the fear of Dimitri ripping off a vital piece of me was entirely unfounded. If anything, his grip was too loose. With all the lubricating spit, it was like he was barely touching me.

"Harder," I directed through gritted teeth. This brought a laugh. I turned as much of my attention to him as I could.

"Pets don't make demands." His pumping slowed.

No! I needed him to finish! "Please! Please, don't stop." I could feel my eyes sting. My fists clenched handfuls of the thin mattress, common sense fought my body's demand that it take over the job. But Dimitri would have punished me if I touched myself right now.

His gripped tightened, but he'd stopped pumping, merely cupping my tip. I whimpered again, close to tears. This was just plain mean! Even when I bucked my hips, Dimitri would move with me. It was hopeless. I looked back into his eyes. "I'm really sorry. Can you pleeeease forgive your pet?" I wasn't sure what it was I was apologizing for, but my wet puppy dog eyes were irresistible.

I sighed from deep within when the pumping resumed. All of the thank yous I began to moan soon degenerated into one long obscene groan, finishing with a near-yelp as I came hard.

I pried my fingers loose from the mattress. They were numb, much like the rest of me. I used the last ounce of my strength to wiggle closer to Dimitri, nestling against his warm body.

Dimitri brought his hand up. His fingers pressing together then parting, trailing some of the sticky strands that coated them. His eyes narrowed as he examined my mess. "So, this is what you get pumped into you every day."

My eyes widened as he held his hand closer, his broad tongue dabbed his palm. His lip curled in a lazy snear. "Engh," he shrugged. "Not as bad as I thought, but I wouldn't wouldn't want to see this as part of lunch daily."

"I guess it starts to grow on you after the first few gallons."

He chuckled. "Alright. Move your ass so I can rinse this off." An eyebrow rose. "Unless you're too comfortable right now and would rather clean this for me."

I definitely was comfortable. I could have slept if I closed my eyes. But if I was being given a choice, I wouldn't want to set any precedents that might encourage me having to add my own cum to the regular feasts I was fed. A quick roll and I fell off the bunk, thumping onto the intolerably chilly floor.

While Dimitri washed his hands the cellblock lights went out, signaling the close to another day.

"Regal," he said from the dark. "You know, I've never done that before. And it goes without saying..."

"I'll take it to my grave," I promised. A real promise too. The enormity of what he had done began to sink in. The most dangerous fur I'd ever met, the fur who reduced me to his pet, had tasted my cum after he'd jerked me off. With the lights out and no one watching, a let myself smile, ear to ear, at this token of trust Dimitri had given me.

He took a deep breath. "And on that note, I think I recall making you a promise. Something about," he coughed to clear his throat, "letting you teach me something. If you weren't too exhausted." His voice rose slightly at the end. Almost, if I didn't know better, like he was a little hopeful that I wasn't completely drained yet.

To be honest, I was dead tired. But when it came to Dimitri, I was beginning to learn just how much I could push myself when properly motivated.

"I'll grab some paper," I chirped and dove for my box. "Could you please get the light?"

Our light was only Dimitri's television, tuned to a blue screen, but it pleased me to no end at how fast it was flicked on. Looks like we were both eager to continue what had turned into wonderful evening.