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The chains clanked as the SWAT-gear-wearing officers escorted Maxim to the police transport van. Being that this was a high-profile prisoner, Brennan wasn't going to take his chances. The motorcade he was using to transport Maxim to the penitentiary would have three decoy trucks. Five SUVs filled with highly trained SWAT, and three separate Helicopters, each also filled with highly trained officers of the law.

As Brennan stood waiting by the door to the van which Maxim would be riding in, he had an upward turn to his lips. It was extremely satisfying seeing the Kingpin of his city being trussed up in so many chains. The orange of the prison onesie setting off brightly against the dark chestnut of the thoroughbred stallion's coat. It strained against the massive bulk of his muscles. The seams straining to contain the pure mass of an individual who took pride in his body and did everything in his power and capability to maximize its presence.

As Maxim clopped up to meet him he stated calmly, the fact his death would be in less than twelve hours not seeming to faze the giant man. “This ain't over Brennan. I will see you again. I promise you that."

“Yeah, Maxim. We'll see each other again. In Hell." Brennan replied smartly, before walking away calmly, “Alright alpha team, secure the prisoner. This man is extremely dangerous and should be handled with extreme caution. We're expecting the Kazegami to try something so we've taking every precaution. We've got three decoys. The real truck. Three choppers, five SUVs. Each with a SWAT team. He. Won't. Escape. Understand?" He said into his wrist radio.

“10-4." Alpha team's leader responded. “This bastard ain't going anywhere but the table, Commissioner. We promise you."

“He better make it there." Brennan replied.

***

The lion with the topknot and the red fox with the acid green eyes were staring out at Caulder City from the top of Wyvern Tower, the tallest building in the city. Their hang gliders anchored to the stair house on the roof of the giant building. “Let's go over the plan, one more time, Kitsu."

“Okay. So, we hang glide in. There's three decoy trucks. Their each numbered, Bravo Zulu 3341 is the Truck we're looking for. Should be readily legible from the air. There's a heavy air presence tagging along, though. So, we have to be deathly silent. The man we have with Caulder Power has assured us that the street lights of the section of highway we'll be attacking will be cut.

“Our comrades will come in on their street luges. Slicing the tires of the SUVs, they'll get rid of the armed escort. Then we land. I have the thermite lance. We'll use that to open up the van like a sardine can. We pull Mr. Guerrero out and prepare our own street luges. We get out of there as quickly as possible. Hopefully we can avoid the helicopters which I'm sure will be on us like a bag of bricks as soon as we light the thermite lance."

Kitsu rolled his eyes at his leonine companion. “Of course, we can, we are ninja. Remember?"

Leone chuckled at the excitable young vulpine. Just then there was a double-clicking sound from their radios. The signal to take off.

They ran to their hang gliders and buckled themselves in. Running at the edge of the building, they threw themselves off getting in their hang glider quickly enough. The aluminum and vinyl contraptions flew as silently as an owl on the hunt. Their black wings and their riders' black suits allowing them to be as close to invisible as possible. They flew into the night towards the highway. Their mission known and their conviction solid.

***

Kevin was in the rear most armored transport van, having volunteered—against his father's wishes—to be in the motorcade taking his molester to his execution. It was oddly satisfying sitting there in the front seat of the van with Maxim about as locked down as could be expected. His shackles tight and his chains locked to the floor of the vehicle. He was chained in a kneeling position his torso forward and his hands locked behind him. There wasn't very much except the key which could let Maxim out of his position at this point.

“So, Officer Horne, where are you from? Were you born anthro or did you decide to become a rhino?" asking the anthro driving the vehicle.

“From Dallas, actually. Ma was a pilot for American before Pa passed. I was human, initially. When I went to join the Marine Corps, though, they said that I wouldn't pass the physical as I was. They gave me two options: give up or GeniFur."

“Wow. That's kid of a hard choice to make. Why couldn't you join as a human?"

“I had scoliosis. My back looked like a kid's plate of spaghetti."

“Oh. So, it was civilian life or transformation? That's not really a choice, is it?"

“No. When I told ma, she wasn't sure how to react. I'd agreed to get the transformation. My military service providing for the surgery. It straightened my back out really amazingly well. Not only that, as I underst—"

At that moment the sound of screeching tires and of crashing, rolling metal hit both policemen's ears. Kevin took a look in the mirror. The two escort SUVs were flipping end over end and their bodies were mangled, flinging plastic and glass everywhere as they rolled sideways down the freeway before coming to a stop upside-down. “Shit. Kazegami's making a move. I'll radio dispatch. Horne, unholster your sidearm. Shit's about to hit the fan. I have to radio this in." Kevin commented. Then into the radio, “This is Detective Biel in Phoenix Four. The wind is rising. I repeat the wind is rising. We have four Kazegami Ninja on what appear to be…skateboards. We're going to need a bus at mile marker 115 on I-62. Phoenix five and six have been…incapacitated. Their vehicles rolled."

Kevin handed the radio over to Horne, then knocked on the dividing wall. “How we doing back there, partner?"

“Jus' fine, Biel. Jus' fine." Ramirez responded. He was sitting on a bench in full SWAT gear. A M-4 carbine racked and loaded with a drum magazine rested inert in his lap. The otter just stared at the equine with what looked like pure hatred in his eyes. There were two thunks overhead as Kevin heard an acknowledgement from their aerial escort. That was odd.

“Ramirez, find cover!" Kevin shouted, just as a pillar of fire lit up the inside of the transport van. It was a thermite lance, a device used in breeching military bunkers due to its immense heat.

Unfortunately, Ramirez wasn't quite quick enough, and the smell of burnt fur quickly spread in the cabin. “Ow. That hurt. Second degree burn at the worst."

“Secure the prisoner." Horne shouted at the two detectives.

Ramirez was already on it, waiting for the assholes burning through his van's roof to peel back the metal skin. As soon as he did, he squeezed the trigger, letting lead fly. And then as if the smoke from the thermite wasn't enough, one of their assailants dropped a smoke grenade. Filling the van with smoke. “Shit! I can see! I can't fire in here without—" Ramirez shouted, before there was a loud, clonk. And then silence.

“Ramirez? Ramirez? Answer me, you crazy otter!" Kevin shouted, banging on the dividing wall. Horne pulled over to the side of the road. Kevin and Horne piled out of the vehicle. Waiting for the smoke to clear. On his personal coms he radioed in the call. “We have a 10-95 at mile marker 195 on I-62. Possible officer down, requesting a bus forthwith."

They'd had no need to investigate to see if Maxim was still in the van. They knew the ninja's plan had succeeded. The thing that Kevin didn't know is if he'd just lost another partner or not. Kevin rounded the vehicle pulling open the door to the prisoner compartment of the van. The smoke had dissipated and what he saw, warmed his heart at the same time it fell through the floor. Ramirez appeared unconscious but alive. And yet the whole reason for this entire escapade. The transition of a highly dangerous felon to his execution was now gone. Maxim Guerrero had escaped his imprisonment with the help of the Kazegami Ninja clan.

Shit had just hit the fan in a really big way. Kevin dialed his father immediately, “Dad, what's your 20?" he asked as soon as Brennan had picked up the phone.

“Calm down, son. I'm still at the courthouse. What happened?"

“Kazegami pulled something huge, dad. They attacked the convoy. I have no idea where they are. You need to get to a safe location."

“I'll be fine, son. Don't you worr—gkk"

“Dad? Dad? Dad, don't scare me like that!"

“Your father is fine. Just out cold." A different voice said before the line went dead.

Kevin was panicking, next he called Richarde. Richarde picked up the line quickly. “Richarde, where are you?"

“At home, why?"

“Maxim escaped. Get Ricky and Jon and run. I don't care where you go, just get out of the city."

“Calm down, Kev. We'll be—"

“Don't say it. Just go." Kevin said, nearly in tears.

“Okay, love, I will." The line went dead as Richarde hung up.

He called another number, “Mindy?"

“Hey, Kev. How's it going. What's going on?"

“Hey, Mindy. It's Vic. I'm calling to let you know he's ok. But he took a hit to the head. I want you to meet me at Roosevelt General. Understand?"

“Oh god! Ok, Kev we're on our way."

“Ok. That's over, now, Officer Horne let's get our brother out of that mess." Kevin said, not facing the rhino. When he received no answer, he turned, and Horne lay dead in a pool of his own blood with a large blade sticking out of his spine. Attached to it was a note. He walked over to it and read aloud, “Night, night? What the he—gkkk" Everything went black.

***

When Kevin woke up he was lain naked on a table face down. His head in a hole cut in its surface. His ass felt like he'd just taken both of Richarde's massive hemipenes. Roughly. It felt stick as well. That's when he registered what he was looking at. Right in front of his face was an equine lap. A very male equine lap. The plump balls and heavy sheath on full display before him. “What in god's name do you think you're doing, Maxim?"

“Oh, just making an example out of you and your family."

“My family? What the hell? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

“I am the most powerful drug lord in the county. My drug empire expands over the entire fucking continent. I can get away with anything I fucking want, you slime."

“Bullshit! We had you. Dead to rights. We had you!"

As Kevin was forced to watch, he noticed that the stallions sheath was filling. It seemed his struggling egged the stallion on. Oh, this was not good. He watched the sheath fill, then the member poke and spill out, all leading in to one dire conclusion. By the time it was completely erect, the member kissed his lips. The strong heady smell of it filling his nose. The damned thing was huge. The unflared tip was as big around as both his fists together, finger to finger. “Lick!" The horse bucked a little to enforce the command. “Talk back and I'll shove the entirety of it down your gullet. Understand?"

Still, Kevin refused. He shut his mouth and remained completely silent. Refusing to give in. “How cute, you think you can refuse? I'll just fuck you raw then."

The chair pulled out and the lap left Kevin's field of vision. He heard the clopping of the equine's hooves on the hard cement of the room they were in. Then he felt a weight on his ass cheeks. This is for presuming to think you can put me in the can. For a moment the weight just sat there, and then he felt it start pushing between his cheeks and kiss his rosebud. He began struggling trying to get out of his restraints and away from the beastly spear meant to impale him.

He couldn't move an inch. The pressure on his opening increased and then, with a loud pop, Maxim slid home. He ground his hips against Kevin's ass. Kevin doing his best not to moan, cry out, or give Maxim any sense that he'd given up. All he did was let out a small grunt. Maxim slapped his ass hard. Kevin did nothing. He wasn't giving the man the satisfaction. “Huh. Defiant to the end, I see. Y'know I can kill you with just one shove. Right? Remember Mr. Hands?"

“Nice…erf…try. That was a feral horse. You're only half as long as they are."

The equine chuckled, “Still long enough to penetrate the rectal wall and cause internal bleeding."

He pulled out till just his flare stayed within the human's rectum. Then plunged his full length in once again. He repeated this process until he worked up a rhythm. The entire time he alternated slapping either of Kevin's ass cheeks, trying to get a rise out of the human. It wasn't too long before Kevin heard the equine's breathing becoming erratic. A few more thrusts and then “Fuuuuuuck!"

Kevin felt the warmth of the stallion's release spread through his lower body. He still gave no sign of pleasure nor pain to inflame the over inflated ego of his rapist. The man had even willed himself to not get hard from the treatment. He wasn't going to allow the equine to see any sign of submission.

The beast pulled his massive member out and Kevin felt a few wet spurts coat his ass, furthering his degradation. “Now I'm gonna force you to watch me take your boyfriend, Detective. You'll watch me fill him more than you ever could. Watch me make him moan in ecstasy as I fill him with my essence."

“He. Won't. Break." Kevin forced out through clenched teeth. He felt the massive stallion behind him, loosening the bindings which held him onto the table. This was the moment he needed. He waited until the straps fell away and then flung himself up and threw his head back into the stallion's muzzle. While Maxim was dazed he looked around the room and ran for the door. He saw his family in there, but he needed to find his clothes and belongings so that he could call his partner.

“Feisty motherfucker! Guards!" Two of Maxim's goons turned the corner at the end of the hall. Each had a submachine gun. They were aiming at him, and he was too far way to disarm them. He skidded to a halt and as he did he felt the heavy hand of his jailor upon his shoulder. “Nice try, imbecile." Maxim chortled and then all went black.

***

The repetitive sound of slapping and slurping, groaning and whimpering let Kevin know what he was waking to before he even opened his eyes. Yet whom he thought Maxim was raping was wrong, Maxim was raping one of his family. He shifted in the chair he'd woken upon and found himself yet again tied to the furniture. His gaze fell upon the hapless victim, then gathered all his strength—and then some—and tried once again to remove himself from his bondage. The leather of the straps was strong. It held. He tried again, screaming, “JUNIOR! GET OFF HIM YOU SICK BASTARD!"

Maxim looked over at him with a smirk. While still pounding away at his trussed-up victim he spoke with the severity of Judgement to his tone, “His aunt could handle me just fine. I wouldn't worry your puny little head about it, Detective." His thrusting halted, and Kevin heard a cry of pain tear itself from Junior. The bastard had just finished inside of his son. His son! “You know this is your fault? Well, it is. I was going to leave the boys alone. Then you had to try your luck. Well, this is your punishment."

“Punish me, then, you sick fuck! Leave the children out of this."

“What do you think this was?"

“You. Raping. My. Son. You. Mother. Fucker!" Kevin replied letting his anger and hatred overflow from his speech.

“Rape? Oh, lack of consent. Hmmm… Well Junior, did you enjoy that?" Maxim asked.

Junior shook his head as hard as he could, “n…no, get the hell away from me, creep!" Then using his psionics he said to Kevin, *Don't believe him, Kev, this is his fault! He's the one who defiled you. He's the one who defiled me. You did the right thing, trying to escape.*

* I know, Ricky. He's a sick fuck who pretty much just sealed his own death warrant by raping a minor. Child Molesters get killed in prison. All the time. Even still, he captured an officer of the law. Killed my partner. Destroyed police property. He's going to die one way or another.*

“Shut up! The both of you. I'm going to tell you right now, another escape wo—"

*BANG, BANG, BANG, THUD*

*BANG, BANG, BANG, THUD*

“Oh, for the love of chr—" *BANG* Maxim didn't get the chance to finish his expletive as a round from Ramirez' sidearm kicked his head back. A perfect kill shot. Executed by an anthro with years of experience around firearms. The asshole was dead.

“Oh, thank god, Biel, Commissioner, you're alive. Naked, but alive." Ramirez said as he rushed over to Kevin and got him dressed. “He's down. Bastard shouldn't have killed Horne. You. Don't. Kill. Cops!"

Kevin stood and then walked over to Richarde. Hoping beyond all hope the Naga was still breathing. Victor was helping his adoptive father out after freeing Junior. Junior was ripping the straps off of Jon. The bastard had had his entire family captured. Trussed up and then used him and his son as his bitches.

That bastard. The sodding low life that was Maxim Salazar Guerrero lay on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. The massive equine who had been an aching thorn in his side since the Garrison murders was killed. Finally. Kevin let out an exhausted, mirthless laugh of relief, as he saw the shallow movement of his mate's chest. The Naga yet breathed. “Oh, Ray. It's over. It's finally over. Richarde! Wake up! He's dead."

The Naga didn't respond. He was breathing but the Naga wouldn't respond to verbal cues. Kevin tried something else. He slapped the Naga across his muzzle. Still nothing. “Ramirez…"

The lutrine came over. “Central, this is Detective Ramirez, badge number 15 57, I need a bus here forthwith. We have a Naga. Male. Age 31 whose breathing is shallow. He's unresponsive to both audible and physical stimuli. Signs of rape are evident."

“Roger, Ramirez. Bus on its way." Came over the radio.