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What had gotten into him?\nOftentimes he frequently reflected on his experience with Tam that first night recalling the mind-boggling pleasure as well as how willingly he had submitted to the cat. It puzzled him to no end while at the same time sending thrills down his spine considering how easy it had been to give up control and allow his new found friend domination over his body.\nMost of his life he had felt that he was unquestioningly in the drivers seat, a male with no interest in his own gender and no inkling of submitting to anyone. Had he been so lost as to stray from that?\nNuala surfaced in his mind and he shuddered in horror.\nIn some ways he felt like he had utterly betrayed her memory.\n\nAs time progressed the stag soon became accustomed to methodical routine of Prison, adapting to what was and wasn’t acceptable as well as guard rounds-the first time being when two of them came in with food slopped on two trays. \nSoon both had come back to change the cot where Tam had pleasured him, the ratty blankets splatter with the remnants of his seed-long since dried.\nThe chiseled sentries both grumbled to themselves testily casting glances at him and Tam.\nHe offered them smirks, proud that it was his spunk they were dealing with.\nWhen they had vacated the cell and he and Tam were once again left to themselves his friend snorted, busting out in boisterous fits of laughter, nudging the deer playfully.\n“Did you see the looks on their faces! Haahahahaha!! If looks could kill I swear we’d be dead mate! Quite a conundrum having to mop up your Staggatory juices!”\n“Heh true! Wait...Staggatory juices? Is that what you just said?”\nPeter shook his head, joining in the laughter, antlers wagging in merriment. “I swear that was the gayest thing I’ve ever heard!” he chuckled.\n“Says the guy who let me paw him off and fondle his ass” Tam quipped though goodnaturedly. “I didn’t hear you complaining when I did either!”\n“Okay okay! I’ll admit it was….awesome but really….staggatory juices?” Raising an eyebrow he looked sidelong at the bigger male. “What if I were to get you off and then call it….something along the lines of ‘kitten milkage’?”\n“That...would..sound really gay” Tam said with some amusement.\n“I rest my case!”\nRaising his arms in the air Peter stretched, a kink in his back cracking with a distinct pop in the otherwise silent enclosure.\nAfter a few moments his easy attitude soon turned more sober and intent as if he was seriously deliberating over something important.\nFinally gathering all of his courage he gave voice to his musings. \n“Did you mean what you said the other night after our...’affair’ about wanting to escape this ring together? Because if so I have a plan. The only way it works is if I can be guaranteed that I won’t be deceived and that I can find and put together a small faction or gang that can help me carry it out.”\n“I did mean what I said Pete. Trust me, getting you off was...charming. However I didn’t just do it because of lust” he growled knowingly. “I’m a seasoned enough mercenary to know that in a place like this, you have to put your trust out on a limb and hope that it pays in future.”\n“Ah so you're a gun for hire?”\n“A majority of the time yeah” Tam confirmed wistfully, “that is when I’m not imprisoned in this brig and out of commission for a few months.”\nScratching under his chin, Peter stared at his friend thoughtfully.\n“So what are you in for? A big job go wrong or something?”\n“You could say that although it’s more a tad more personal.”\n“Like what?” the stag asked quizzically.\n“Like me and a several other hired guns were sent to raid Nema and secure a route through this territory, safe for trade, goods, public transport given time...smuggling…\nHe inclined his head towards Peter who nodded for him to continue.\n“Lyzon forces were waiting for us and I was the last ones left standing...would’ve been damn ridiculous to get myself killed on a raid so I surrendered and here I am aboard the good ship misery, clacking through each day and keeping fit so that when the chance comes along I won’t be snoozing when and if opportunity knocks. You already having a plan is perfect and only furthers my resolve. If I can help in any way let me know what to do…”\n“Before anything else goes into effect we need to put together a crew. Find one or two other prisoners or Lyzon thugs that would like to jump ship and start out new…”\n“I know of three possibilities though they all will be potential risks in exposuring us...However they would more than suit the job if we go about it tactfully and get them interested.”\n“Perhaps we should focus on one apiece first….which would you recommend? I mean if we’re cooped up in here 24/7 I don’t think we’ll have much of a chance to recruit anyone” Peter stated earnestly. \n“We’ll have chances to approach others and recruit the three. Once a week they let us out to stretch our legs-not to mention they feed us a decent meal and let us congregate in something similar to a lunchroom.”\n“Once a week….when?”\n“Every Saturday evening before lockdown” Tam assured. “They give us a three hour block. I like to think of it as social hour, though I would warn ya to be careful. There are some inmates that are quite hardened bastards who’d kill as soon as look at cha. And then there are the type who are gay brute like types who don’t take no for an answer.”\n“I’ll be fine” Peter stated firmly. “I’m not always the whimpering mess I was that first night…”\n\nDuring their planning Tam went on to mention their first targets, a human by the name of Jolis and a red panda called Sly. No one really knew her real name…\nIt was decided that Tam would approach Jolis while Peter would attempt to recruit the later due to his friends uncertainty with those of the opposite gender. The stag agreed without protest though at intervals throughout the rest of that day he found himself considering what that meant. Did Tam prefer male relations, and if so what did that say about his relationship with the Sadiyon. If Tam was gay had pawing Peter off been the cat making a move?\nShaking his head to clear his mind he reproached himself for dwelling on trivial things when his plans and their escaped depended on his concentration and assiduous deliberation. He needed to stay in the moment if they were to triumph over the odds stacked against them…\n\n\nThe following day found Peter deep in thought as the time for their chance drew near. Time was measured by each passing of the guards and by the power down that ensued briefly post lockdown. Each hour saw the guards marching past their cell on the way to switch posts and check up on their charges.\nThe stag was deeply nettled and anxious as a loud click-crackle sound resounded throughout the corridor outside-which resulted in the electric field enclosing their quarters sliding back and disappearing.\nGulping he slowly dogged Tam as the cat made his way down the gloomy stretch, the rank scents of musk and machinery assailing him. \nAs a misfit flock of felons they were herded along a maze of winding halls that eventually led out into a room that buzzed and hummed as workers and robots alike went about preparations. Some of them attended to preparing food and various drinks while others barreled about talking animatedly and going about tasks that wouldn’t make sense to the casual observer. Each wall was a dark mottled red as if some scaled creature had been stripped of it’s hide and somehow still lived within the scaled surface. In fact as Peter laid a hooved hand along its exterior it shifted ever so slightly, pulsing underneath the palm of his hand. \nShivering he gave Tam a look which the cat returned with amusement, flicking his tail away and towards the line of workers.\nDirecting his gaze where Tam’s tail was aimed he found himself watching a small red panda dishing out drinks and talking with her co’s. She was slender and small of stature, auburn fur smoothed down along outermost pelt while her ears, her arms below the elbows and her midriff (starting at her chest) were all onyx black.\nCatching his look she gave a considering glance before her mouth turned up at the corners and she grinned, brown eyes taking on a coy glimmer.\nDrawing his attention back to his friend he nodded before making his way through the already crowded hall. \n“There you are doe! Been looking everywhere for ya…”\nRecognizing the hazed voice Peter pivoted round, whirling and jumping back to avoid a squelching limb that groped the air where his back had been altering and molding itself into a somewhat solidified substance. The red eye flicked back and forth in surprise before gaining some of it’s lewd interest. \n\t“What the hell are you doing?” Peter snarled dropping his head to point his antlers at his jellified antagonist.\n“Well hello to you to” it replied, it’s voice smoothing a bit as it’s body took on much the same appearance as curdled milk. “Cute when you’re mad aren’t you stud. What’s your name?”\n“Does it matter?”\n“It does” the creature growled, the purple green shoal of it’s body gleaming hideously. “It means a great deal unless you’d rather me settle for calling you cupcake or cutie pie or doe which by the way I could grow accustomed to.”\n“Peter…”\n“What was that?”\n“My names Peter” the stag said through gritted teeth. “What do you want?”\nThe glob bobbed as if digesting a particularly difficult morsel before hints of a smile graced an area that most resembled a face as it considered him shrewdly.\n“I would love to invite you to my cell sometime for a few rounds of fuck the buck, get to know you better while we play some reindeer games…Live for that thought, squeezing and rutting you...’Peter’.”\nAt that moment he was seething internally, trying to think of someway to lose the aggravating albeit formidable alien. \nIt snickered at his taciturn look, quivering like jello.\n“What’s the matter? Did I touch upon a nerve, a kink perhaps? Hope I haven’t startled you too much baby.”\nResignedly he sighed seeing no other way to accomplish his goal. Slowly he cleared his throat, loathing what he was about to say.\n“I really would like to sometime, though I can’t right now. Tell you what. How about we make a deal?”\n“Mmmm I’m listening…”\nThe thing had wrapped a slimy appendage around his hip, sliding it through his fur. \nShuddering and trying to keep himself from hitting it he forced himself to continue.\n“If you leave me alone tonight and give me some space here, I’ll pay you a visit this time next week….”\n“Deal my delectable doe!”\nThe blob cooed, shimmering and flexing it’s mass in and out greedily. \n“I hope you know that I’ll hold you to that.”\n“I know...as will I you to your end of the bargain” Peter quipped, his tone taking on a hard edge. “I will come to find you next week, I ...I promise.”\nSlimy and clammy, the extremity slithered along his leg before returning to it’s master with a loud sucking sound that made the stag cringe.\n“Ohh you have no idea how much I look forward to it!”\nSo saying, the thing recoiled, jouncing in on itself as it bounded away in a merry mood.\n“What the hell did I just agree to” he said aloud to no one in particular.\nConducting his focus back towards his first and most significant objective he made his way through the crowd once more, gingerly keeping his head up so as not to spear anything or anyone with them.\n\n“Hello there.”\nShe greeted him as he approached, leaning against a wall-her small form shifting with practiced ease alongside the rolling surface of the wall. The red panda had to look up at him because of their substantial size difference. Even so she looked no less obstinate or confident in herself owing to her size.\n“Hiya. Glad to finally met ya Sly…”\nSly raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to one side.\n“Oh so you know my name?”\n“Yep. Heard about ya” he said casually smiling and offering her a hand.\n“Hope then that the things you have heard about me are good” she growled her whiskers making him think that it had been more of a question then a statement.\n“Nothing but” he confirmed keeping a smile pasted on his face. \nSlowly she shook his paw, the same grin he had spotted earlier displaying itself on her muzzle. Sly shifted her weight guzzling down a swig from her mug nonchalantly. Using an arm to wipe the foam from her mouth she gawked at him with a lopsided smirk. \n“Well you’re a tall drink of water unlike most of the other buffoons round here. Shall we go on a date sugar?”\n“Um...wait what? Date...actually I wanted to talk to you about some things and….\n“Well you came to the right women” Sly interceded cutting him off and hugging one of his legs with an arm as if it were one of the most natural things in the world. \nShe’s absolutely stoned he chided himself internally-which explained her hitting on him and slurring her words, formality forgotten.\n“Come’on deer we can talk in the south wing of this place...have more privacy that way…”\nNonplussed and dazed at how fast things were happening he followed her as she led him by the hand to a secluded section of the hall to where a decent sized counter edged from the wall. \nGetting a few curious looks and the random pat on the back he blushed, his cheeks turning slightly red. Was everyone slutty in this place? \nHe could sense more than tell the sexual excitement rolling off of the small female in waves that assaulted his nostrils with pleasant enticements. The stags head was already swimming.\n“Can we talk. I need to ask you…\n“Sure we can stranger, behind the counter we can talk all you like, I help you out you help me hic….and we’ll become buddies.”\nSo saying she practically dived behind counter with gusto, rolling her hips once for his benefit as she disappeared over the red surface. \nGulping he gathered his breath and sighed.\n“What have I gotten myself into? Does this count if we do strike a bargain?”\nHowever after a few moments he relinquished control and followed her, a bulge already pushing against his loin cloth…...", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Mystified at his own behavior Peter tried to stymie perturbed thoughts that raced through his mind over the next few days. What had gotten into him?
Oftentimes he frequently reflected on his experience with Tam that first night recalling the mind-boggling pleasure as well as how willingly he had submitted to the cat. It puzzled him to no end while at the same time sending thrills down his spine considering how easy it had been to give up control and allow his new found friend domination over his body.
Most of his life he had felt that he was unquestioningly in the drivers seat, a male with no interest in his own gender and no inkling of submitting to anyone. Had he been so lost as to stray from that?
Nuala surfaced in his mind and he shuddered in horror.
In some ways he felt like he had utterly betrayed her memory.

As time progressed the stag soon became accustomed to methodical routine of Prison, adapting to what was and wasn’t acceptable as well as guard rounds-the first time being when two of them came in with food slopped on two trays.
Soon both had come back to change the cot where Tam had pleasured him, the ratty blankets splatter with the remnants of his seed-long since dried.
The chiseled sentries both grumbled to themselves testily casting glances at him and Tam.
He offered them smirks, proud that it was his spunk they were dealing with.
When they had vacated the cell and he and Tam were once again left to themselves his friend snorted, busting out in boisterous fits of laughter, nudging the deer playfully.
“Did you see the looks on their faces! Haahahahaha!! If looks could kill I swear we’d be dead mate! Quite a conundrum having to mop up your Staggatory juices!”
“Heh true! Wait...Staggatory juices? Is that what you just said?”
Peter shook his head, joining in the laughter, antlers wagging in merriment. “I swear that was the gayest thing I’ve ever heard!” he chuckled.
“Says the guy who let me paw him off and fondle his ass” Tam quipped though goodnaturedly. “I didn’t hear you complaining when I did either!”
“Okay okay! I’ll admit it was….awesome but really….staggatory juices?” Raising an eyebrow he looked sidelong at the bigger male. “What if I were to get you off and then call it….something along the lines of ‘kitten milkage’?”
“That...would..sound really gay” Tam said with some amusement.
“I rest my case!”
Raising his arms in the air Peter stretched, a kink in his back cracking with a distinct pop in the otherwise silent enclosure.
After a few moments his easy attitude soon turned more sober and intent as if he was seriously deliberating over something important.
Finally gathering all of his courage he gave voice to his musings.
“Did you mean what you said the other night after our...’affair’ about wanting to escape this ring together? Because if so I have a plan. The only way it works is if I can be guaranteed that I won’t be deceived and that I can find and put together a small faction or gang that can help me carry it out.”
“I did mean what I said Pete. Trust me, getting you off was...charming. However I didn’t just do it because of lust” he growled knowingly. “I’m a seasoned enough mercenary to know that in a place like this, you have to put your trust out on a limb and hope that it pays in future.”
“Ah so you're a gun for hire?”
“A majority of the time yeah” Tam confirmed wistfully, “that is when I’m not imprisoned in this brig and out of commission for a few months.”
Scratching under his chin, Peter stared at his friend thoughtfully.
“So what are you in for? A big job go wrong or something?”
“You could say that although it’s more a tad more personal.”
“Like what?” the stag asked quizzically.
“Like me and a several other hired guns were sent to raid Nema and secure a route through this territory, safe for trade, goods, public transport given time...smuggling…
He inclined his head towards Peter who nodded for him to continue.
“Lyzon forces were waiting for us and I was the last ones left standing...would’ve been damn ridiculous to get myself killed on a raid so I surrendered and here I am aboard the good ship misery, clacking through each day and keeping fit so that when the chance comes along I won’t be snoozing when and if opportunity knocks. You already having a plan is perfect and only furthers my resolve. If I can help in any way let me know what to do…”
“Before anything else goes into effect we need to put together a crew. Find one or two other prisoners or Lyzon thugs that would like to jump ship and start out new…”
“I know of three possibilities though they all will be potential risks in exposuring us...However they would more than suit the job if we go about it tactfully and get them interested.”
“Perhaps we should focus on one apiece first….which would you recommend? I mean if we’re cooped up in here 24/7 I don’t think we’ll have much of a chance to recruit anyone” Peter stated earnestly.
“We’ll have chances to approach others and recruit the three. Once a week they let us out to stretch our legs-not to mention they feed us a decent meal and let us congregate in something similar to a lunchroom.”
“Once a week….when?”
“Every Saturday evening before lockdown” Tam assured. “They give us a three hour block. I like to think of it as social hour, though I would warn ya to be careful. There are some inmates that are quite hardened bastards who’d kill as soon as look at cha. And then there are the type who are gay brute like types who don’t take no for an answer.”
“I’ll be fine” Peter stated firmly. “I’m not always the whimpering mess I was that first night…”

During their planning Tam went on to mention their first targets, a human by the name of Jolis and a red panda called Sly. No one really knew her real name…
It was decided that Tam would approach Jolis while Peter would attempt to recruit the later due to his friends uncertainty with those of the opposite gender. The stag agreed without protest though at intervals throughout the rest of that day he found himself considering what that meant. Did Tam prefer male relations, and if so what did that say about his relationship with the Sadiyon. If Tam was gay had pawing Peter off been the cat making a move?
Shaking his head to clear his mind he reproached himself for dwelling on trivial things when his plans and their escaped depended on his concentration and assiduous deliberation. He needed to stay in the moment if they were to triumph over the odds stacked against them…


The following day found Peter deep in thought as the time for their chance drew near. Time was measured by each passing of the guards and by the power down that ensued briefly post lockdown. Each hour saw the guards marching past their cell on the way to switch posts and check up on their charges.
The stag was deeply nettled and anxious as a loud click-crackle sound resounded throughout the corridor outside-which resulted in the electric field enclosing their quarters sliding back and disappearing.
Gulping he slowly dogged Tam as the cat made his way down the gloomy stretch, the rank scents of musk and machinery assailing him.
As a misfit flock of felons they were herded along a maze of winding halls that eventually led out into a room that buzzed and hummed as workers and robots alike went about preparations. Some of them attended to preparing food and various drinks while others barreled about talking animatedly and going about tasks that wouldn’t make sense to the casual observer. Each wall was a dark mottled red as if some scaled creature had been stripped of it’s hide and somehow still lived within the scaled surface. In fact as Peter laid a hooved hand along its exterior it shifted ever so slightly, pulsing underneath the palm of his hand.
Shivering he gave Tam a look which the cat returned with amusement, flicking his tail away and towards the line of workers.
Directing his gaze where Tam’s tail was aimed he found himself watching a small red panda dishing out drinks and talking with her co’s. She was slender and small of stature, auburn fur smoothed down along outermost pelt while her ears, her arms below the elbows and her midriff (starting at her chest) were all onyx black.
Catching his look she gave a considering glance before her mouth turned up at the corners and she grinned, brown eyes taking on a coy glimmer.
Drawing his attention back to his friend he nodded before making his way through the already crowded hall.
“There you are doe! Been looking everywhere for ya…”
Recognizing the hazed voice Peter pivoted round, whirling and jumping back to avoid a squelching limb that groped the air where his back had been altering and molding itself into a somewhat solidified substance. The red eye flicked back and forth in surprise before gaining some of it’s lewd interest.
\t“What the hell are you doing?” Peter snarled dropping his head to point his antlers at his jellified antagonist.
“Well hello to you to” it replied, it’s voice smoothing a bit as it’s body took on much the same appearance as curdled milk. “Cute when you’re mad aren’t you stud. What’s your name?”
“Does it matter?”
“It does” the creature growled, the purple green shoal of it’s body gleaming hideously. “It means a great deal unless you’d rather me settle for calling you cupcake or cutie pie or doe which by the way I could grow accustomed to.”
“Peter…”
“What was that?”
“My names Peter” the stag said through gritted teeth. “What do you want?”
The glob bobbed as if digesting a particularly difficult morsel before hints of a smile graced an area that most resembled a face as it considered him shrewdly.
“I would love to invite you to my cell sometime for a few rounds of fuck the buck, get to know you better while we play some reindeer games…Live for that thought, squeezing and rutting you...’Peter’.”
At that moment he was seething internally, trying to think of someway to lose the aggravating albeit formidable alien.
It snickered at his taciturn look, quivering like jello.
“What’s the matter? Did I touch upon a nerve, a kink perhaps? Hope I haven’t startled you too much baby.”
Resignedly he sighed seeing no other way to accomplish his goal. Slowly he cleared his throat, loathing what he was about to say.
“I really would like to sometime, though I can’t right now. Tell you what. How about we make a deal?”
“Mmmm I’m listening…”
The thing had wrapped a slimy appendage around his hip, sliding it through his fur.
Shuddering and trying to keep himself from hitting it he forced himself to continue.
“If you leave me alone tonight and give me some space here, I’ll pay you a visit this time next week….”
“Deal my delectable doe!”
The blob cooed, shimmering and flexing it’s mass in and out greedily.
“I hope you know that I’ll hold you to that.”
“I know...as will I you to your end of the bargain” Peter quipped, his tone taking on a hard edge. “I will come to find you next week, I ...I promise.”
Slimy and clammy, the extremity slithered along his leg before returning to it’s master with a loud sucking sound that made the stag cringe.
“Ohh you have no idea how much I look forward to it!”
So saying, the thing recoiled, jouncing in on itself as it bounded away in a merry mood.
“What the hell did I just agree to” he said aloud to no one in particular.
Conducting his focus back towards his first and most significant objective he made his way through the crowd once more, gingerly keeping his head up so as not to spear anything or anyone with them.

“Hello there.”
She greeted him as he approached, leaning against a wall-her small form shifting with practiced ease alongside the rolling surface of the wall. The red panda had to look up at him because of their substantial size difference. Even so she looked no less obstinate or confident in herself owing to her size.
“Hiya. Glad to finally met ya Sly…”
Sly raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to one side.
“Oh so you know my name?”
“Yep. Heard about ya” he said casually smiling and offering her a hand.
“Hope then that the things you have heard about me are good” she growled her whiskers making him think that it had been more of a question then a statement.
“Nothing but” he confirmed keeping a smile pasted on his face.
Slowly she shook his paw, the same grin he had spotted earlier displaying itself on her muzzle. Sly shifted her weight guzzling down a swig from her mug nonchalantly. Using an arm to wipe the foam from her mouth she gawked at him with a lopsided smirk.
“Well you’re a tall drink of water unlike most of the other buffoons round here. Shall we go on a date sugar?”
“Um...wait what? Date...actually I wanted to talk to you about some things and….
“Well you came to the right women” Sly interceded cutting him off and hugging one of his legs with an arm as if it were one of the most natural things in the world.
She’s absolutely stoned he chided himself internally-which explained her hitting on him and slurring her words, formality forgotten.
“Come’on deer we can talk in the south wing of this place...have more privacy that way…”
Nonplussed and dazed at how fast things were happening he followed her as she led him by the hand to a secluded section of the hall to where a decent sized counter edged from the wall.
Getting a few curious looks and the random pat on the back he blushed, his cheeks turning slightly red. Was everyone slutty in this place?
He could sense more than tell the sexual excitement rolling off of the small female in waves that assaulted his nostrils with pleasant enticements. The stags head was already swimming.
“Can we talk. I need to ask you…
“Sure we can stranger, behind the counter we can talk all you like, I help you out you help me hic….and we’ll become buddies.”
So saying she practically dived behind counter with gusto, rolling her hips once for his benefit as she disappeared over the red surface.  
Gulping he gathered his breath and sighed.
“What have I gotten myself into? Does this count if we do strike a bargain?”
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