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Chapter 2 : GEEK-GECKO
Vel hacks in to the wrong feed.

Chapter 3 : INU
A flashback. A hustler gets headhunted by the Boss.

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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "THE BIRD ALWAYS WINS\n\nBy Limewah\n\nFeaturing characters created by:\n\nGerrark\n\nFlarfenarfle\n\nVel'gahrus\n\nInu_shift\n\nSuadero\n\nPasserby\n\n18+ only\n\nCHAPTER 3 - GEEK-GECKO\n\n``Don't use the transmitter unless you've got something good for us,'' Vel whispered. \n\nHe hoped it would be the last time he'd have to remind Grassroot, but he wasn't holding out much hope. He'd almost written the snake off as a weak link already. \n\nHe felt the same about that raptor. Kryk had raced on ahead with a ``Catch'ya later, snacks!'' thrown carelessly over her shoulder, and was unlikely to respond to any of their communications. Hopefully she'd provide enough of a distraction.\n\nVel's left forearm was bent in front of his body, and his right hand typed on the keyboard built into that arm. His small talons drummed on the keys like raindrops on a window. The readouts were all behind his eyepiece, and his visible eye was fully dilated- he was only half-present in the physical world, the rest of him immersed in something abstract, avolitional and virtual.\n\n``What's ahead of us?'' Vel asked, walking slowly along the metal path over the dark waters of the underground cistern. Lux had a hand on his shoulder and was guiding him carefully along.\n\n``Looks like another t-junction,'' Lux said. ``I feel like we're going in circles.''\n\n``We're not. Take the next right.''\n\n``How much further till we're at our entry point?'' Lux asked. ``This place reeks...''\n\n``I hate to be the bearer of bad news,'' Vel said, ``But there's no such thing as a nice-smelling sewer.''\n\n``Fine, point taken.''\n\nThey went quiet for much of the rest of the slow journey. Just the sound of the soft tappings of their feet on the metal floor, mixing with the sound of rushing water.\n\n``Looks like Kryk's been through here,'' Lux remarked.\n\n``Hm?''\n\n``I see a lot of claw marks up ahead... She's going the same direction as us, right?'' Lux asked.\n\n``I wouldn't count on it,'' Vel said with a sigh. ``She's a creature of instinct. I bet she's been distracted by whatever leftover scraps they're flushing down the drain from the kitchens. And we're not going anywhere near there.''\n\n``Maybe she'll run some interference for us?'' Lux asked with a tone that was half helpful, half hopeful.\n\nVel just scoffed in response, returning his full attention to the readout. \n\n``Nearly there. Any questions?''\n\n``Any way I can help you out?'' Lux asked. ``Uh, like... getting you a password or something?''\n\n``Well, cracking through the encryption will probably take a little bit of time. But I seriously doubt someone's going to just have a passkey laying around for us to take.''\n\n``You'd be surprised how careless people are with things like that.''\n\n``Feel free to surprise me, then.''\n\nThe journey continued. Lux was hewing a little too close to Vel's side. Their fluffy tail kept brushing against his thigh. The panda only had the decency to whisper `sorry' once or twice, too distracted and in their own mind to realise how bad their spatial awareness was. Without their cloaking powers, they'd be worse than useless.\n\n \n\nVel was well and truly irritated with every other member of the team by this point. Absence would make the heart grow fonder, but right now the thing he wanted most was to be on his own, so he could put all his mind into his share of the plan.\n\nThe radiating signal was finally getting stronger, more stable. The whispering buzz had gone from intermittent little spurts to a long, continuous tone.\n\n``Alright, I'm in range now,'' Vel said. ``You can leave me here to get to work. If you go a little further ahead you'll find a maintenance ladder that'll get you into the stockrooms.''\n\n``Alright, Good luck, Gecko.''\n\nGods, Vel hated his `superhero name'. \n\nVel gave Lux a salute(or at least, he saluted in their direction), before leaning his back against the wall and sliding down. He listened to the soft paw-falls of the panda ascending above him, the slow shift and strained grunts as Lux shifted the cover, and then...\n\nSilence.\n\nBlissful, beautiful silence.\n\nFor the first time in a while, Vel was on his own. \n\nOther people were so noisy. Their presence had a sort of background radiation that Vel usually didn't mind all that much, but when he needed to lock in and work - especially for something this important - it was nothing but a hindrance.\n\nNow he could get down to business.\n\nHe consulted the holographic model again, checking in on where everyone else was; the communicators were a conveniently untraceable way to keep tabs. Lux's signal was still stationary, just above him. At least they were being cautious.\n\nKryk was moving quite erratically, as expected. She was treating the sewers as a playground. As unreliable as expected.\n\nAs for Grassroot...\n\nAccording to the readout, Grassroot was in an elevator towards the centre of the building, ascending quite rapidly. If Vel didn't know any better, he might have thought that Grassroot was headed straight for...\n\nHe was at the penthouse.\n\n``No way,'' Vel muttered. \n\nGrassroot had talked his way to the top already. How the hell had he done it?\n\nVel was deeply curious. But he knew better than to try and satisfy that curiosity; the last thing he wanted was to make that snake's high-stakes play even riskier by hissing in his ear.\n\nAll he could do was stick to the plan, deal with the security measures where he could. If Grassroot could stall and distract the Boss, it would make his job - and Lux's - far easier.\n\nThin threads of orange light wove through the wire-frame schematic. Every single power outlet, every single network connection, and the radiation from every single device in the building was laid bare to the lizard. It was an array of lights and noise that most people would have found overwhelming. \n\nFor Vel, it was like staring at a giant landscape painting. Rather than trying to pick out every single detail, all he needed was to soften his focus, take in the totality of the image, and see what his eye was naturally drawn towards; the chinks in the armour, the ways in. He slowly rotated the image with an idle, swiping claw, inspecting each room with forensic detail. Every little ribbon of electrical energy twisting into a lattice.\n\nHe could admire this landscape for hours. But\n\nVZZT.\n\nSomething briefly flashed across Vel's entire vision, almost too quick for him to process. \n\nDark grey fur stretched along a muscular gut and barrel chest. Arms up, biceps bulging. All dusted with a thick fog of static that roared and surged, then was gone again. \n\nIn the aftermath, Vel's ears rang and he saw spots; he pulled his eyepiece away for a moment and spat out a frustrated curse. \n\nThis happened sometimes. The kobold's tech had a turbulent relationship with analog technology, intercepting the wrong sort of signals and briefly picking up their signal.\n\nThe vision of the nude torso was still burnt-in to the back of his mind.\n\nIf he were to hazard a guess, someone was watching an old-ass vhs tape. Something pornographic, for sure.\n\nAnalog technology was the worst. More difficult and fiddly to hack into, and more likely to interfere like this.\n\n``Gotta readjust,'' Vel muttered, as he slipped the eye-piece back on. If he was going to reposition, he'd have to go up the ladder Lux went and hope the path was clear. \n\nHe climbed up slowly, gingerly. As the eyepiece came back to life, he switched the sensors from electromagnetic signals to life-signs. \n\nThe space dead above him was, thankfully, devoid of guards. No signs of life, conscious or unconscious. \n\nLux had left some time ago by the looks of it, slowly making their way through their own labyrinth. Kryk was still doing her chaotic rounds. And Grassroot was still up in the penthouse.\n\nHe could only assume everything was going to plan.\n\nAnd yet, he still felt nervous. He couldn't ever relax completely.\n\nHe peeked his head up slowly through the manhole cover, before slithering quietly out and closing it behind him. The stockrooms were about as empty as expected; not to mention, the lights were currently off. Perhaps a money saving measure. It didn't matter; Vel had no problem seeing in the dark.\n\nIt was a bit chilly though; not quite a fridge, Not ideal for a cold-blooded creature like him.\n\nHe found a quiet little spot to shack up once more, huddled beneath a shelf full of cardboard boxes labelled `SERVIETTES - 1000 COUNT'.\n\n``Alright,'' Vel said softly, switching his attention back to the overview of the casino and returning to the electromagnetic mode.\n\nKSSSHT.\n\nImmediately, the static was back, even sharper than before, seeming to somehow leap from the readout to his non-covered eye. He couldn't see anything but the static. The salt-and-pepper particles clumped and jockeyed against each other, dancing around far too quickly for him to get a bead on the shape.\n\nAn image began to appear once more. The static created shapes, the outline of a thick hand, a weathered muzzle with a smirk on its face.\n\n``There there, li'l fella,'' he growled, ``I've got you.''\n\nThe depth of its timbre, plus the warm tone of the compressed audio, made Vel's head fizz a little.\n\nThe fuzzy hand pushed down onto a static-covered head, the big meaty paw going down to the smaller creature's neck. The face pushed in towards the gut.\n\n``You look chilly. I got something nice n' warm for you.''\n\nSomehow, Vel could sense the pressure, the fuzz, the scent, and with it the ways it might make the pleasure centres of his brain light up. An annoying distraction. He bit down on his lip. His mind was getting noisy again.\n\n``Focus, focus...'' he growled.\n\nVVRRT.\n\nVel felt like he got a smack to the face.. He grasped at his temple and shook his head. He felt light, faint, like his consciousness was a few inches outside of his body. Only a little off kilter, but too much so for comfort. He reached for the eyepiece, gripping onto it, as his knees buckled-\n\nHe swore that, for a moment, he was somewhere else -\n\nKHHSH\n\nVel felt his face pressed into wiry fur, feeling it surge against his face with a long deep inhale. The static had a scent to it. Acrid, thick, almost irritating... like smoke.\n\nHis sight, and now his sense of smell, were dislocated from his body.\n\nThe hallucinated scent wreathed around his face. The chill of the room felt more distance. He felt himself submerging in the pool of phantom sense, the pleasure bubbling in his nose and caressing his body... a taste sliding from the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat.\n\n``That's it, li'l lizard. Feel how warm I am? This is what you were looking for, right? You belong down there...''\n\nThere was a moaning sound, clearer and louder and less compressed than the analog image. It took Vel a moment to realise it was coming from his throat. Like he was joining in with the visuals, quoting the moan from memory, like a film he'd seen many many times and knew by heart...\n\nHis dick, unsheathed from its slit, throbbed and pulsed against his unconscious grip - when had he started rubbing? It took him a little longer than it should have to pull his hand away from his crotch, and just as he did...\n\nBVVVVVVVV.\n\nVel's hand went right back to his cock, and he began to pump. The static snowstorm was accompanied with a low drone, now. The image was coming into more and more focus. The environment seemed strangely familiar. \n\nIn the projected image, the big, grey, handsome beast was petting and groping the back of Vel's head. Vel was whimpering, whining, burying his face in the big, firm gut. He could feel its pillowy heat against his face, and he couldn't stop himself from bucking. The image was smooth as silk, like a live broadcast.\n\nHis hallucinating nose took in a new scent, an intoxicatingly masculine musk. His knees gave way. He slumped from his squatting position into a sitting one. The static overlaid in that image was dancing and flickering and fluttering. There was a pattern to it, one that he hadn't noticed.\n\nIt felt right to soften his gaze, and take it in. The spiral of static washed over him, hissing its soft, buzzing lullaby as he watched the rise and fall of the burly mustelid's chest, the pink lizard nuzzling sleepily into it, and the far-off, swirling look in his eyes.\n\nVel gurgled dizzily. The spiral was beckoning him to stare, beckoning his brain with its seductive curls. His gaze slackened, unable to stare at himself any longer, the image receding from view as his mind sank into the quicksand static. \n\nHe felt something firm and hard on his head - not a hallucination, something that felt very tangible and real.\n\nThe lizard grunted and stiffened, a hypnopompic awareness coming over him, a brief remembrance of the trouble he was in. \n\n``Hhnnhuh...?'' \n\n''There there, li'l fella,'' the voice rumbled from above him, making his ears and head vibrate pleasantly. ``I'll treat ya right.''\n\nIt gripped. Vel felt weak. Helpless. Small.\n\nHe liked being those things.\n\nThe big hand pulled Vel up to his shaky feet. He barely touched the ground - he wouldn't have been able to stay standing if not for the hand's heavy grip.\n\nHis seductive static future pulsed in his eyepiece as the big grey guard guided him towards that thick, warm gut. As that happened, Vel saw his mouth open wide, a puff of steamy breath caressing a pulsing cock beneath the musclegut. \n\nHe couldn't jump ahead to the end, as much as he wanted to. He had to stick to the script, follow the actions the spiralling fuzz revealed to him.\n\nHe was watching himself from outside of himself, spectating and performing. The camera feed came closer and closer, to the point Vel could see each individual scale on the side of his face. He hadn't noticed the camera. It must have been trained on him for some time, and he hadn't even noticed. The image was getting clearer, the static overlay getting fainter, the colours becoming brighter than real life, warm, pretty, sparkling...\n\nThe lizard on the screen slowly and shyly pushed his snout against the tip of that dick. The tip of the cock pushed out a crystal-marble of precum that popped and dribbled a little brook down the left side of his snout.\n\nThe lizard on the screen groaned, and Vel groaned straight after them, on cue. But his moan continued a little longer, and for a moment he felt a twinge of embarrassment for going out of sync, for getting carried away. But then the future-Vel opened his mouth, and Vel raced to catch up, diving throat-first onto the thick meat.\n\nHis cheeks strained from the girth, and his jaw opened as far as he could manage. His throat squeezed, his heart fluttered, and his whole body quivered. \n\nHis legs buckled from beneath him, scrabbling for purchase on the floor as he tried to steady himself. He didn't want to slip. He didn't want to stop sucking... His tongue lathered and lathed around the cock. Its underside pulsated pleasingly against his tongue, coaxing out more moans of needy bliss.\n\nHis mind was quiet.\n\nThe static kept it quiet.\n\nA far deeper quiet than the one he'd craved. \n\nHow much of the noise he dealt with just came from his mind? His gadgets?\n\nThe static was blocking all of that out.\n\nWouldn't it be much easier to get rid of all of that, and just focus on sucking cock...?\n\nHe never wanted that brain-noise to return.\n\nThe image on the screen got fainter again, snowed under by the static, until there was nothing but a dazzling monochrome storm in his eyepiece.\n\nHe managed to look past the static with his non-covered eye, and tilt his head back as he sucked.\n\nHe looked up past the broad paunchy stomach, and looked into the eyes of a large ferret. He was on the greyer side of metal-blue, a thick curtain of whiskers covering his muzzle. He was wearing the tight button up uniform of one of the Pavo staff - black shirt, gold suspenders, orange bowtie. Dressed like an old time thug straight out of an old black and white film. The bottom buttons of his shirt were opened, his belly spilling out to rest against Vel's snout. \n\nHe smiled down at the little lizard. Almost fatherly. It made Vel feel even weaker. Even more eager to impale himself, choke on the shaft. \n\nIt touched the back of his throat. And when that happened...\n\nSilence.\n\nBeautiful silence.\n\nThe kobold's eyes closed, his throat bulged, and his body slumped. It pulsed in his mouth, and he sucked. The static lived behind his eyelids. Flashes of orange swirled and rippled through it - a trick of his overwhelmed eyes?\n\nA blue shape with a sneering yellow beak stared back at him, eyes full of orange.\n\n``You've got a cute mouth, and a soft throat, by the look of it. Once my mook's warmed you up, I'm gonna enjoy filling it.''\n\nVel wanted nothing more than to suck off the boss. He continued to suck, straining through the static to stare at the beautiful bird, his new Boss...\n\nWhen the cock suddenly slipped free from his mouth, he gasped, confused, dizzy and unsatisfied.\n\nHe stared at nothing at all, only half-taking in the sudden fray in front of him.\n\nThere was a voice, a snarling one, and Vel felt like he'd heard it somewhere...\n\n``Step away from the lil geek, he's with me!''\n\nGeek... was that him?\n\n``Boss wants him. And you too. You're coming with me too.''\n\n``Nah, I think I'd rather not!''\n\nCracking knuckles, grinding claws against metal, a low snarl... then a long sniff.\n\n``Hrm.'' it was the feminine snarl. ``You smell... familiar. Have I met'cha before?''\n\nCHAPTER IV - INU\n\n``Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...'' \n\nInu knew he hadn't gotten nicked by that scaly monster. He was slightly luckier than... well, everyone else in the crew. The steel-blue ferret couldn't hear them, or their screams anymore. Just the growling of the creature in the distance. With that came a dread could feel in his viscera - the quiver of the cornered prey animal.\n\nHe could only assume all of his squad were dead, torn to pieces and devoured by that giant dinosaur-looking thing.\n\nInu prided himself on being above all the hypnosis bullshit that Sterlingsburg was known for. Him and his team of bootleggers, smugglers and racketeers didn't need to use a crutch like that to make a killing in this city. He had a mind like a steel trap, and wits quick enough to get out of any jam... like this one.\n\nThe rest of his team wasn't quite as up to snuff as he thought they were... and now they were gone. \n\nSo much for helping some of the Pavo Royale's shipment of fine refreshments`fall off' the trucks.\n\nThat failure was the furthest thing from his mind.\n\nWhere the FUCK had that thing come from? \n\nHe counted his blessings; his blue fur helped him blend in the dark alley just enough to make a difference. Would it even have mattered at this point? He could only assume whatever that thing was could probably see him no problem. Or smell him. \n\nThough the stench of the leftover trash in the alley might help mask him. As much as he hated the scent, he preferred having his insides.... Well, inside.\n\nHours had passed by the time he felt it was safe to move. Easing himself out from amongst the refuse, he brushed himself off. First order of business was to get a shower. His suit was probably long past the point of being saved by a dry cleaners. \n\nHe allowed himself to privately grouse over that. He'd just gotten this one tailored, too... \n\nBut he was alive.\n\nNo cab would take him, not the way he was looking. But the nearest safe-house wasn't too far off. He wove his way through the darkness, staying well away from the well lit thoroughfares until he was certain he was close enough.\n\nAs he stepped out into the street, though, a limousine almost immediately pulled up, very close to the curb. Inu leapt back with a shout and a curse.\n\nThe limo was steely blue, with dark tinted windows that had golden moulding around them, giving a sort of ornate rococo look to the vehicle.\n\n``What the fuck're you doing you rich fuckin' prick?!'' Inu shouted, banging on the top of the roof as he tried to weave around the back.\n\nAs he reached the other side, it began to reverse, blocking his route. \n\nOne window rolled down, and a blue-feathered hand beckoned.\n\n``Get inside, if you please,'' came a mellifluously deep voice. \n\n``I think I'm happier walking, pal,'' Inu said. He knew better than to hop into a stranger's car, especially one this big.\n\n''I insist, Inu the Shadow. Someone of your reputation deserves a proper lift.''\n\n''Glad to meet a fan, but this really ain't the night for it,'' he began, before he felt himself slowly walking towards a golden glow, and felt a smile come to his face, and the soft leathery seat beneath his sweaty clothes...\n\nWhen the door slammed shut, he was jolted back to awareness.\n\n''The fuck?''\n\nThe peacock was sitting across from him, dressed in a long dressing gown and festooned with jewellery. One bird-leg was crossed over the other, and his plumage was unfurled, framing him like a lotus flower in bloom. His arm was wrapped possessively around a brown bear who looked as soft-minded as he was soft-bodied. The bear had a long pipe between his teeth - not going into his mouth, but sideways, the way a dog might hold a bone. \n\nGerrark tilted the bear's head up and plucked the pipe from his mouth before slipping it into his toucan-striped beak.\n\nInu was fucked now. \n\n``So, tell me what you were planning on bilking from me? You and the rest of your men?''\n\n''How did you find out?'' Inu asked; from his experience, the first one to answer a question would end up on the back foot. It was also a good way to stall until he had a second to throw himself out the door.\n\n''You'll be pleased to know we only found out thanks to that interloper who got your men.'' Gerrark laughed.\n\n``That... thing wasn't with you?''\n\n''Frustratingly, no,'' Gerrark said blithely. ``She just happened to be in the neighbourhood, and she was hungry, so...''\n\n''Fuck. What's left of them.''\n\n''Who knows?'' Gerrark laughed. ``She doesn't have that sort of appetite. I imagine you'll see them stumbling around in a daze with their dicks swinging around in a few days, when gets bored of them.''\n\n``Fucking hell.''\n\n''I know,'' Gerrark said, exhaling a plume of smoke before depositing the holder back between the woozy bear's teeth. ``She's a rather recent new arrival, I understand. And, remind me again, what's your method?''\n\n''What'dyou mean?''\n\n''How you get your mooks in line. Drugs? Old fashioned mesmerism?''\n\n''I just give `em a good cut.''\n\nGerrark looked shocked... perhaps impressed, perhaps crestfallen.''\n\n``Really. You're in Sterlingsburg and you aren't using any sort of mind control as your M.O.? That feels like a missed opportunity.''\n\n''I don't really give a shit what you think. You rely on those tricks way too much. It makes all of you soft. If a proper mafia settled in here, all of you'd be gone within the week.''\n\nHe didn't really care about ruffling the bird's feathers. He was a defiant fucker, until the end. And part of him knew that he was unlikely to escape. Might as well go down while giving him a dig or two.\n\nGerrark squawked out a scoff. ``Bold words for someone who's going to find himself singing my tune very soon.''\n\nThe limo began to pitch to the left. He had a chance. He rushed to the right side door with a shoulder tackle, his deceptively muscular frame crashing against it hard enough to jostle the lock. He could feel the door jiggling, and pressed all his weight against it, heaving it open. He could feel the outside air through the slit in the door.\n\n''Oh, COME now,'' Gerrark shouted, as Inu bashed in to it one more time. The door gave way, swinging open. As Inu went to dive out, something firm and sharp grabbed the soft, loose skin on the back of his neck and yanked hard. He was sent sprawling onto his back, his head barely missing the wall on the port side of the car. \n\nInu looked up to see that soft-looking bear looming over him, licking his chops and spitting out a little tuft of cerulean fur. \n\nGerrark hadn't moved from his seat, though his displeasure was abundantly clear.\n\nPart of the mustelid's mind told him that this was it. He was done for. All he could do now was accept his fate.\n\n...No. Fuck that.\n\nInu wasn't about to become just another one of Gerrark's dime-a-dozen mooks. If he fought back, got the bird mad enough, maybe he'd slip up.\n\nEven if that `slip-up' ended with the mustelid's death. Death was better than slavery in his mind.\n\nHe growled and launched himself headfirst. He heard the sharp click of lower-jaw meeting upper-jaw as the crown of his head crashed into the bear's chin. As the bear stumbled back, Inu's arms flailed and scratched, looking for purchase, to get at the flesh beneath the thick coat of fur. The soft stuff was so dense, and he couldn't feel his claws reaching for anything at all...\n\nA sharp whistle made Inu's hair stand on end. The screeching sound of the tires was even harsher - especially combined with the change of speed throwing him down down.\n\nThe bear's hand was at his throat, and it squeezed tight. Inu's head rung and swam, and his stream of consciousness constricted to a trickle.\n\nThe last thing he saw before he passed out was the bear's eyes - wide, orange, guileless, unruffled.\n\nThe last thing he heard was a crowing laugh from Gerrark's throat.\n\n''Good job, Willy...'' \n\n-\n\nThe blooming taste of smoke pulled Inu back, sputtering and coughing, into the waking world. There was a thick stogie in his mouth, and his jaw was clamped around it, keeping it in place. \n\nIt... tasted good. Its flavour was dark, mellow, smooth, like the fumes from burnt brown sugar. It made the lingering throbbing pains lessen and dampen. \n\n``Angh...'' he grunted and tried to push the cigar from his lips, but it was held fast in place. A tongue of flame slowly worked its way down a small match. With a quick whip-motion, it extinguished and vanished. \n\nThe thin ribbon of smoke curled and twisted, before vanishing into the much larger plume of pearlescent cigar-breath. The sharp sting of the smoke fell away, and the sweet taste remained.\n\n''Breathe through the nose, darling,'' the familiar avian voice cajoled. ``I suggest you let this one last... it'll be your only free one.''\n\nInu's bleary vision came into better focus. Gerrark's dark blue toe-claws splayed, letting the little matchstick drop down to the floor. The flesh was a pale blue, springy and soft, textured more like a human's foot than a bird's. Though the toes were dextrous, and the claws were sharp. The foot lowered to where the match landed and gently pushed down into the shag-carpet floor, stamping out any potential faint embers.\n\nInu's snout felt tight - like a phantom pressure was squishing it against his face. As the foot ground back and forth, his nose tickled and his heart palpated. He imagined - no, fantasised about the feel of the sole against his face.\n\nHe was filled with hunger, with need. The sensation made him shudder and take a deep inhale. The smoke rushed in too fast, stinging the back of his throat, and he coughed and wheezed with such force that his body curled inwards.\n\n''Something the matter?'' Gerrark asked with a honey-sweet sneer. ``I know the answer already, but I want to hear you say it.''\n\n``Fffuck you,'' Inu sputtered.\n\nGerrark squawked a bitter laugh. ``Fucking me is a privilege, sweetie. Only my best mooks get that chance. And maybe you will, in time. Take another deep breath in.''\n\nThe smoke was tempting him, its dark sweet all-encompassing taste seeping out from the tip just enough to tantalise him to take in more. But he breathed through his nose, refusing to let himself inhale. He wouldn't break...\n\nAnother scent - sharper, saltier, but intoxicatingly musky in its own right - clamped around his nostrils, pulling them shut. Inu's eyes crossed inwards, down his snout, peering at the peacock's toes stuffing his nose up. His throat seized, and reflexes did the rest. He took an amateurish drag, the tip of the cigar lighting up slightly like a cigarette. \n\nHe coughed, but there was nowhere for the mind-pickling smoke to go, save for some little wisps of it escaping in the tiny gaps Gerrark's claws couldn't quite plug. It swirled in his skull. It made him feel like he was on the verge of exploding, like his head was swelling to breaking point...\n\n``Aaaand out.''\n\nInu wheezed as the smoke poured from his mouth, still caked to the inside of his throat and nose, inescapable. \n\nHe could barely draw a breath. His lungs felt like they had aged a decade in a matter of seconds. The top of his lip felt a little scratchy, like his fur was drooping over it.\n\n``Better?'' Gerrark said, his voice sweet and clear. ``This one's pretty finely aged... just like you, before long.''\n\n``Hrn...?'' Inu rasped. ``What're... you talkin' about...?''\n\n``Don't worry about it,'' Gerrark crooned. ``Just know that Madame Maeve's been working her magic on a few of my stogies. You can feel it, can't you? The hex seeping into you. Each drag takes a few more years off your life. Let's see how your body develops.''\n\nInu could feel himself change with every puff. His slender chest pushed out, his ribcage getting thicker and wider. His metabolism was fading, and his lithe frame began to push out and firm up. The build of his father, a build he'd been doing his best to avoid picking up. The fur around his face grew longer, the whiskers tickling the top of his lip and brushing against the cigar as he took puff after puff after puff. His joints began to ache. His voice felt raspy, and not just from the smoke.\n\nAnother puff, and his belly turned paunchier, no longer slender. The fur around his eyes and temples was turning greyer and greyer. Crow's-feet formed on the corners, and his nose began to dry out. \n\nBefore he could puff anymore, Gerrark's toes grasped it and yanked it free again, leaving him gasping for air with a far deeper, far hoarser voice.\n\n``That's enough of that,'' Gerrark said. ``Don't want you crumbling into dust in front of me. You're pushing 50 at this rate, I think... I'd say that's the perfect age for you. I'm looking to expand the diversity of my mooks, y'see, but it's hard to find good in that demographic... so I said to myself, `Gerry, old pal, why don't you just make some greymuzzled mooks?'''\n\n``Hnnh...?'' Inu's head was swimming. He felt faint. His thoughts felt slower, and so did his body. Aches between each joint were becoming ever more pronounced, and his breathing was a little more laboured. \n\n``And here we are. Look at you. A fine specimen. Far finer than you were before, don't you think?''\n\nToe-talons scratched the underside of Inu's chin. The blue-grey ferret looked up through bleary, blurry eyes. The moment he saw the whirling colours, they came into immediate, sharp focus. Red and yellow, warm and soporific like evening sunlight. \n\nIf he had his wits about him, he might have had time to feel horror and realise his mind's destruction was at hand. \n\nHe was already old, and tired, and placid, and docile. Happy to stare into those eyes and let them alleviate the aches in his body, gently peeling them off like the wrapper of a chocolate bar. Opening his sweet, soft mind to that beautiful, hypnotic glow.\n\n``You don't think,'' Gerrark cooed sweetly. ``You can let me worry about all that. You can just do as I say. Follow my commands. I think you'll find that, like most of my other mooks, you'll find obedience to be... absolute bliss.''\n\nGerrark's dextrous toes clamped down and squeezed on the tip of Inu's dripping cock, making him groan and cough. His toes splayed wide, collecting the smeared precum and dragging it down the shaft, so slow as to be agonisingly pleasurable for the melty-brained oldie. In the fifteen seconds it took Gerrark to slide his toes to the base, Inu's mind fell deeper into the spiralling colours. Gerrark's left eye widened a little to draw Inu's gaze to it, and he tilted his head in a seductive, almost serpentine dip to the left. Inu followed it, slumping to his right just a tad. Gerrark went back the other way - right eye opened wider, pulsed faster, his head dipping and bobbing like a buoy in the sea. The slow, silky-paced metronome movements made the old ferret's head get sleepier, heavier... \n\nInu's snout turned lower and lower towards the floor as he tried to keep weaving and bobbing, zonk-drunk and almost down for the count entirely. His eyes were trying to keep trained on Gerrark's, but his fluttering eyelids kept getting in the way. His eyes would nearly flutter closed, but the heart-ache of losing sight of those colours gave him a surge of energy - a herculean effort that lifted his head maybe two inches before it started to sleepily dip again.\n\nGerrark's toes reached the base of the cock, giving it a little teasing squeeze, before it began a slow journey back up.\n\nInu groaned, his mind getting foggier and slower with each long stroke, with each inhalation, with each new pulsing ring of colour.\n\n``You really take to this form well,'' Gerrark said with a chuckle. ``Why, I daresay some of my younger mooks might take to calling you Daddy...''\n\nThe title rang strangely in Inu's ear. But it was a pleasant sort of strange, and he weakly chuckled with pleasure. His cock jumped as Gerrark's toes played with the tip, coaxing out a little babbling brook of pre. The peacock's toes glistened with a thin coating of the pre as it slid back down the shaft to the base.\n\n``We're gonna take it nice n' slow, just like this,'' Gerrark said. ``Don't wanna tire the old man out too quick, now do we?''\n\nIn the flash of Gerrark's eyes, Inu found his response.\n\n``No, Boss...'' his voice was deeper, hoarser, sounding like he'd spend the last decade screaming at the top of his lungs. He choked on another paroxysm of pleasure.\n\nGerrark's lower foot continued to stroke Inu's dick, while his higher one stroked and scratched along his jawline. His toes eased the already slack jaw open wider, so they could slip inside. Inu suckled dutifully, melting into the colours and the bliss they promised. Even though his old, out-of-shape knees ached from all the kneeling. He could tough it out, though, especially if he focused on those nectar eyes, the juicy toes, and the building climax between his legs.\n\n``Sleepy old thing,'' Gerrark cajoled. ``So tired, and the night's so young. I suppose you'll need a nice long rest tonight, won't you?''\n\nInu was sleepy. He hadn't even realised until that moment, until the Boss had pointed it out. The Boss... it had a nice ring to it, didn't it?\n\nInu's little crime operation passed without notice before his disappearance. So no one noticed or missed him. Nor did anyone wonder about where the newest bouncer - this tall, greying mountain of muscle - came from.\n\nLeast of all Inu himself. Gerrark's eyes, cigars, and commands went a great deal towards scrubbing all those old memories from his mind, and sculpting new ones in his place. Memories of growing up in simpler, smoggier times, a lack of understanding of all this new fancy technology. \n\nThe only thing he really kept was his name - not that he ever really heard anyone use it. It was usually just `Mook' or `Big Guy' or `You'. \n\nDidn't matter all that much to him.\n\nAs far as Inu was concerned, he just did his job. Did as the Boss said. Got rewarded with a puff or two of the cigar, getting a little bit older each time... but no less loyal, no less powerful. (though that had a lot to do with the drugs and gene modifications.)\n\nHe got his tastes of dominance, too. Sometimes he had to be a proxy for the Boss, destroy someone's mind and body for him.\n\n``Oh, we've got a little hacker to deal with down in the Mixers storage. Would you be a dear and pick him up? He should be ready by the time you get down.''\n\nInu didn't need to know how the Boss' brainier minions put together those fancy little light shows and doodads - it wasn't something his generation needed to understand. All he needed to know is that he would come across the intruder, fuck his mouth for a bit, then carry him back to meet the boss.\n\nChapter 5 will be posted the second half of March.\n\nThe full story can be read right now over on my Subscribestar!\n\n HYPERLINK \"http://www.subscribestar.adult/limewah\" www.subscribestar.adult/limewah \n\nPreviews of next chapters below...\n\nChapter 5 : KRYK\n\n``Don't scream so loud, pretty thing...'' Kryk growled, drooling all over her prey's fur and dress. ``Save your voice for when I really make you scream.''\n\nHer electric blue tongue snaked out slowly, the thin tapered tip curling downwards as it got closer to the paralysed vixen's face. The vixen turned her head away and clenched her eyes shut, shivering with fear.\n\nKryk might have toyed with the girl longer, maybe spent some time dragging that thick, warm tongue all over the girl until she was sopping wet with alien spit... but she was tranq-drunk, and horny. Fuck it.\n\nKryk's shoved her tongue so far down the fox's throat that her throat bulged, and her back arched right off of the wrecked car, limbs spasming and clawing vainly at the air.\n\nNow it was time for the fox to sing Kryk's favourite song.\n\nFirst, a few choked gulps, still terrified, thinking they're suffocating, that they're about to die, those final fight-or-flight instincts that made mammals so much fun to hunt.\n\nThe pace of those gulps and chokes, as her sharp breaths through her nose began to slow. She was tasting Kryk's venom now. It was fizzy, sweet, intoxicating, like some exotic over-ripe fruit just on the verge of fermentation. \n\nHer pupils contracted for a moment, showing off the pretty green irises... before they dilated again. The creases of fear on the vixen's face visibly relaxed, and her grunted efforts grew longer, slower. Her throat relaxed, and gulped more slowly, like she was drinking water for the first time in days.\n\nChapter 6: LUX\n\nThe room reeked of sex, smoke, and thick cologne. The fumes alone would probably be enough to knock the panda out cold, if they didn't have their turtleneck pulled up to mitigate it a little.\n\nThe twisting mass of rutting bodies ringed around the blue and orange plumage. The Boss was in the eye of the hurricane of lust. \n\nHe was thrusting straight downwards into Kryk's pussy. Her eyes were wide, spiralling faster with each thrust. She had an open mouthed, panting grin, and was yipping like a puppy. Her tongue was lolled out to one side, draped on the floor like a wet piece of meat.\n\nThe pink scaled Kobold was lying with his head resting against the raptor's ass, lapping at the boss' dangling nuts. Whenever the bird shoved himself deep inside, Vel buried his snout into the base of the shaft and lathered it with his needy, desperate tongue.\n\nWith each slap and thrust, Gerrark's thick ass jiggled, ripples of fat travelling along his glutes like waves in an ocean. His cheeks spread wide whenever he pulled back, baring his pucker for his audience.\n\nGrassroot had a front row seat for that. He was staring, his head nodding up and down with each thrust. His eyes were swirling orange and red, the very motion of his Boss' thick, sweating ass was enough to put him into an even deeper trance. He was slowly bending forward, his mouth oozing saliva, as he pumped at his cock needily. Something was wrapped around his snout - it looked like a sock, dark and damp with sweat.\n\nThe big ferret, one Lux didn't recognize, was kneeling just above the rutting trio, and was massaging Gerrark's back with one hand, while wanking with the other. Lux could hear the cracks and pops of the Boss' spine. Gerrark tilted his head back and crowed with delight with each crack, before burying himself even deeper than before.\n\n``Nnnh, that's why you're one of my favourite mooks~! Keep that up for me, juuust like th-Nngh!''\n\nWith that crack, Gerrark buried himself deep into the raptor's cunt, his long neck curling back as he crowed with ecstasy. The whole room stopped to listen in rapturous attention. Gerrark's mating-call washed over his flock, and it seemed to be enough to make some of them groan out their own climaxes.\n\nGerrark's thighs were pressed right against Kryk's, and the Gecko remained buried underneath them. Thick white rivulets of cum began to leak from Kryk's sex, and it drizzled all over the pink lizard's face. He moaned and lapped it up dutifully, his eyelids rolling and his mouth hanging open gratefully.\n\nLux could see why Gerrark commanded the sheer adoration he did. Reality seemed to warp around his sheer charisma.\n\nThey should have sent more than five people. This was a mistake.\n\nBut at least if Lux escaped, it wouldn't be a complete defeat.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "THE BIRD ALWAYS WINS

By Limewah

Featuring characters created by:

Gerrark

Flarfenarfle

Vel'gahrus

Inu_shift

Suadero

Passerby

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CHAPTER 3 - GEEK-GECKO

``Don't use the transmitter unless you've got something good for us,'' Vel whispered.

He hoped it would be the last time he'd have to remind Grassroot, but he wasn't holding out much hope. He'd almost written the snake off as a weak link already.

He felt the same about that raptor. Kryk had raced on ahead with a ``Catch'ya later, snacks!'' thrown carelessly over her shoulder, and was unlikely to respond to any of their communications. Hopefully she'd provide enough of a distraction.

Vel's left forearm was bent in front of his body, and his right hand typed on the keyboard built into that arm. His small talons drummed on the keys like raindrops on a window. The readouts were all behind his eyepiece, and his visible eye was fully dilated- he was only half-present in the physical world, the rest of him immersed in something abstract, avolitional and virtual.

``What's ahead of us?'' Vel asked, walking slowly along the metal path over the dark waters of the underground cistern. Lux had a hand on his shoulder and was guiding him carefully along.

``Looks like another t-junction,'' Lux said. ``I feel like we're going in circles.''

``We're not. Take the next right.''

``How much further till we're at our entry point?'' Lux asked. ``This place reeks...''

``I hate to be the bearer of bad news,'' Vel said, ``But there's no such thing as a nice-smelling sewer.''

``Fine, point taken.''

They went quiet for much of the rest of the slow journey. Just the sound of the soft tappings of their feet on the metal floor, mixing with the sound of rushing water.

``Looks like Kryk's been through here,'' Lux remarked.

``Hm?''

``I see a lot of claw marks up ahead... She's going the same direction as us, right?'' Lux asked.

``I wouldn't count on it,'' Vel said with a sigh. ``She's a creature of instinct. I bet she's been distracted by whatever leftover scraps they're flushing down the drain from the kitchens. And we're not going anywhere near there.''

``Maybe she'll run some interference for us?'' Lux asked with a tone that was half helpful, half hopeful.

Vel just scoffed in response, returning his full attention to the readout.

``Nearly there. Any questions?''

``Any way I can help you out?'' Lux asked. ``Uh, like... getting you a password or something?''

``Well, cracking through the encryption will probably take a little bit of time. But I seriously doubt someone's going to just have a passkey laying around for us to take.''

``You'd be surprised how careless people are with things like that.''

``Feel free to surprise me, then.''

The journey continued. Lux was hewing a little too close to Vel's side. Their fluffy tail kept brushing against his thigh. The panda only had the decency to whisper `sorry' once or twice, too distracted and in their own mind to realise how bad their spatial awareness was. Without their cloaking powers, they'd be worse than useless.

 

Vel was well and truly irritated with every other member of the team by this point. Absence would make the heart grow fonder, but right now the thing he wanted most was to be on his own, so he could put all his mind into his share of the plan.

The radiating signal was finally getting stronger, more stable. The whispering buzz had gone from intermittent little spurts to a long, continuous tone.

``Alright, I'm in range now,'' Vel said. ``You can leave me here to get to work. If you go a little further ahead you'll find a maintenance ladder that'll get you into the stockrooms.''

``Alright, Good luck, Gecko.''

Gods, Vel hated his `superhero name'.

Vel gave Lux a salute(or at least, he saluted in their direction), before leaning his back against the wall and sliding down. He listened to the soft paw-falls of the panda ascending above him, the slow shift and strained grunts as Lux shifted the cover, and then...

Silence.

Blissful, beautiful silence.

For the first time in a while, Vel was on his own.

Other people were so noisy. Their presence had a sort of background radiation that Vel usually didn't mind all that much, but when he needed to lock in and work - especially for something this important - it was nothing but a hindrance.

Now he could get down to business.

He consulted the holographic model again, checking in on where everyone else was; the communicators were a conveniently untraceable way to keep tabs. Lux's signal was still stationary, just above him. At least they were being cautious.

Kryk was moving quite erratically, as expected. She was treating the sewers as a playground. As unreliable as expected.

As for Grassroot...

According to the readout, Grassroot was in an elevator towards the centre of the building, ascending quite rapidly. If Vel didn't know any better, he might have thought that Grassroot was headed straight for...

He was at the penthouse.

``No way,'' Vel muttered.

Grassroot had talked his way to the top already. How the hell had he done it?

Vel was deeply curious. But he knew better than to try and satisfy that curiosity; the last thing he wanted was to make that snake's high-stakes play even riskier by hissing in his ear.

All he could do was stick to the plan, deal with the security measures where he could. If Grassroot could stall and distract the Boss, it would make his job - and Lux's - far easier.

Thin threads of orange light wove through the wire-frame schematic. Every single power outlet, every single network connection, and the radiation from every single device in the building was laid bare to the lizard. It was an array of lights and noise that most people would have found overwhelming.

For Vel, it was like staring at a giant landscape painting. Rather than trying to pick out every single detail, all he needed was to soften his focus, take in the totality of the image, and see what his eye was naturally drawn towards; the chinks in the armour, the ways in. He slowly rotated the image with an idle, swiping claw, inspecting each room with forensic detail. Every little ribbon of electrical energy twisting into a lattice.

He could admire this landscape for hours. But

VZZT.

Something briefly flashed across Vel's entire vision, almost too quick for him to process.

Dark grey fur stretched along a muscular gut and barrel chest. Arms up, biceps bulging. All dusted with a thick fog of static that roared and surged, then was gone again.

In the aftermath, Vel's ears rang and he saw spots; he pulled his eyepiece away for a moment and spat out a frustrated curse.

This happened sometimes. The kobold's tech had a turbulent relationship with analog technology, intercepting the wrong sort of signals and briefly picking up their signal.

The vision of the nude torso was still burnt-in to the back of his mind.

If he were to hazard a guess, someone was watching an old-ass vhs tape. Something pornographic, for sure.

Analog technology was the worst. More difficult and fiddly to hack into, and more likely to interfere like this.

``Gotta readjust,'' Vel muttered, as he slipped the eye-piece back on. If he was going to reposition, he'd have to go up the ladder Lux went and hope the path was clear.

He climbed up slowly, gingerly. As the eyepiece came back to life, he switched the sensors from electromagnetic signals to life-signs.

The space dead above him was, thankfully, devoid of guards. No signs of life, conscious or unconscious.

Lux had left some time ago by the looks of it, slowly making their way through their own labyrinth. Kryk was still doing her chaotic rounds. And Grassroot was still up in the penthouse.

He could only assume everything was going to plan.

And yet, he still felt nervous. He couldn't ever relax completely.

He peeked his head up slowly through the manhole cover, before slithering quietly out and closing it behind him. The stockrooms were about as empty as expected; not to mention, the lights were currently off. Perhaps a money saving measure. It didn't matter; Vel had no problem seeing in the dark.

It was a bit chilly though; not quite a fridge, Not ideal for a cold-blooded creature like him.

He found a quiet little spot to shack up once more, huddled beneath a shelf full of cardboard boxes labelled `SERVIETTES - 1000 COUNT'.

``Alright,'' Vel said softly, switching his attention back to the overview of the casino and returning to the electromagnetic mode.

KSSSHT.

Immediately, the static was back, even sharper than before, seeming to somehow leap from the readout to his non-covered eye. He couldn't see anything but the static. The salt-and-pepper particles clumped and jockeyed against each other, dancing around far too quickly for him to get a bead on the shape.

An image began to appear once more. The static created shapes, the outline of a thick hand, a weathered muzzle with a smirk on its face.

``There there, li'l fella,'' he growled, ``I've got you.''

The depth of its timbre, plus the warm tone of the compressed audio, made Vel's head fizz a little.

The fuzzy hand pushed down onto a static-covered head, the big meaty paw going down to the smaller creature's neck. The face pushed in towards the gut.

``You look chilly. I got something nice n' warm for you.''

Somehow, Vel could sense the pressure, the fuzz, the scent, and with it the ways it might make the pleasure centres of his brain light up. An annoying distraction. He bit down on his lip. His mind was getting noisy again.

``Focus, focus...'' he growled.

VVRRT.

Vel felt like he got a smack to the face.. He grasped at his temple and shook his head. He felt light, faint, like his consciousness was a few inches outside of his body. Only a little off kilter, but too much so for comfort. He reached for the eyepiece, gripping onto it, as his knees buckled-

He swore that, for a moment, he was somewhere else -

KHHSH

Vel felt his face pressed into wiry fur, feeling it surge against his face with a long deep inhale. The static had a scent to it. Acrid, thick, almost irritating... like smoke.

His sight, and now his sense of smell, were dislocated from his body.

The hallucinated scent wreathed around his face. The chill of the room felt more distance.  He felt himself submerging in the pool of phantom sense, the pleasure bubbling in his nose and caressing his body... a taste sliding from the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat.

``That's it, li'l lizard. Feel how warm I am? This is what you were looking for, right? You belong down there...''

There was a moaning sound, clearer and louder and less compressed than the analog image. It took Vel a moment to realise it was coming from his throat. Like he was joining in with the visuals, quoting the moan from memory, like a film he'd seen many many times and knew by heart...

His dick, unsheathed from its slit, throbbed and pulsed against his unconscious grip - when had he started rubbing? It took him a little longer than it should have to pull his hand away from his crotch, and just as he did...

BVVVVVVVV.

Vel's hand went right back to his cock, and he began to pump. The static snowstorm was accompanied with a low drone, now. The image was coming into more and more focus. The environment seemed strangely familiar.

In the projected image, the big, grey, handsome beast was petting and groping the back of Vel's head. Vel was whimpering, whining, burying his face in the big, firm gut. He could feel its pillowy heat against his face, and he couldn't stop himself from bucking.  The image was smooth as silk, like a live broadcast.

His hallucinating nose took in a new scent, an intoxicatingly masculine musk. His knees gave way. He slumped from his squatting position into a sitting one. The static overlaid in that image was dancing and flickering and fluttering. There was a pattern to it, one that he hadn't noticed.

It felt right to soften his gaze, and take it in. The spiral of static washed over him, hissing its soft, buzzing lullaby as he watched the rise and fall of the burly mustelid's chest, the pink lizard nuzzling sleepily into it, and the far-off, swirling look in his eyes.

Vel gurgled dizzily. The spiral was beckoning him to stare, beckoning his brain with its seductive curls. His gaze slackened, unable to stare at himself any longer, the image receding from view as his mind sank into the quicksand static.

He felt something firm and hard on his head - not a hallucination, something that felt very tangible and real.

The lizard grunted and stiffened, a hypnopompic awareness coming over him, a brief remembrance of the trouble he was in.

``Hhnnhuh...?''

''There there, li'l fella,'' the voice rumbled from above him, making his ears and head vibrate pleasantly. ``I'll treat ya right.''

It gripped. Vel felt weak. Helpless. Small.

He liked being those things.

The big hand pulled Vel up to his shaky feet. He barely touched the ground - he wouldn't have been able to stay standing if not for the hand's heavy grip.

His seductive static future pulsed in his eyepiece as the big grey guard guided him towards that thick, warm gut. As that happened, Vel saw his mouth open wide, a puff of steamy breath caressing a pulsing cock beneath the musclegut.

He couldn't jump ahead to the end, as much as he wanted to. He had to stick to the script, follow the actions the spiralling fuzz revealed to him.

He was watching himself from outside of himself, spectating and performing. The camera feed came closer and closer, to the point Vel could see each individual scale on the side of his face. He hadn't noticed the camera. It must have been trained on him for some time, and he hadn't even noticed. The image was getting clearer, the static overlay getting fainter, the colours becoming brighter than real life, warm, pretty, sparkling...

The lizard on the screen slowly and shyly pushed his snout against the tip of that dick. The tip of the cock pushed out a crystal-marble of precum that popped and dribbled a little brook down the left side of his snout.

The lizard on the screen groaned, and Vel groaned straight after them, on cue. But his moan continued a little longer, and for a moment he felt a twinge of embarrassment for going out of sync, for getting carried away.  But then the future-Vel opened his mouth, and Vel raced to catch up, diving throat-first onto the thick meat.

His cheeks strained from the girth, and his jaw opened as far as he could manage. His throat squeezed, his heart fluttered, and his whole body quivered.

His legs buckled from beneath him, scrabbling for purchase on the floor as he tried to steady himself. He didn't want to slip. He didn't want to stop sucking... His tongue lathered and lathed around the cock. Its underside pulsated pleasingly against his tongue, coaxing out more moans of needy bliss.

His mind was quiet.

The static kept it quiet.

A far deeper quiet than the one he'd craved.

How much of the noise he dealt with just came from his mind? His gadgets?

The static was blocking all of that out.

Wouldn't it be much easier to get rid of all of that, and just focus on sucking cock...?

He never wanted that brain-noise to return.

The image on the screen got fainter again, snowed under by the static, until there was nothing but a dazzling monochrome storm in his eyepiece.

He managed to look past the static with his non-covered eye, and tilt his head back as he sucked.

He looked up past the broad paunchy stomach, and looked into the eyes of a large ferret. He was on the greyer side of metal-blue, a thick curtain of whiskers covering his muzzle. He was wearing the tight button up uniform of one of the Pavo staff - black shirt, gold suspenders, orange bowtie. Dressed like an old time thug straight out of an old black and white film. The bottom buttons of his shirt were opened, his belly spilling out to rest against Vel's snout.

He smiled down at the little lizard. Almost fatherly. It made Vel feel even weaker. Even more eager to impale himself, choke on the shaft.

It touched the back of his throat. And when that happened...

Silence.

Beautiful silence.

The kobold's eyes closed, his throat bulged, and his body slumped. It pulsed in his mouth, and he sucked. The static lived behind his eyelids. Flashes of orange swirled and rippled through it - a trick of his overwhelmed eyes?

A blue shape with a sneering yellow beak stared back at him, eyes full of orange.

``You've got a cute mouth, and a soft throat, by the look of it. Once my mook's warmed you up, I'm gonna enjoy filling it.''

Vel wanted nothing more than to suck off the boss. He continued to suck, straining through the static to stare at the beautiful bird, his new Boss...

When the cock suddenly slipped free from his mouth, he gasped, confused, dizzy and unsatisfied.

He stared at nothing at all, only half-taking in the sudden fray in front of him.

There was a voice, a snarling one, and Vel felt like he'd heard it somewhere...

``Step away from the lil geek, he's with me!''

Geek... was that him?

``Boss wants him. And you too. You're coming with me too.''

``Nah, I think I'd rather not!''

Cracking knuckles, grinding claws against metal, a low snarl... then a long sniff.

``Hrm.'' it was the feminine snarl. ``You smell... familiar. Have I met'cha before?''

CHAPTER IV - INU

``Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...''

Inu knew he hadn't gotten nicked by that scaly monster. He was slightly luckier than... well, everyone else in the crew. The steel-blue ferret couldn't hear them, or their screams anymore. Just the growling of the creature in the distance. With that came a dread could feel in his viscera - the quiver of the cornered prey animal.

He could only assume all of his squad were dead, torn to pieces and devoured by that giant dinosaur-looking thing.

Inu prided himself on being above all the hypnosis bullshit that Sterlingsburg was known for. Him and his team of bootleggers, smugglers and racketeers didn't need to use a crutch like that to make a killing in this city. He had a mind like a steel trap, and wits quick enough to get out of any jam... like this one.

The rest of his team wasn't quite as up to snuff as he thought they were... and now they were gone.

So much for helping some of the Pavo Royale's shipment of fine refreshments`fall off' the trucks.

That failure was the furthest thing from his mind.

Where the FUCK had that thing come from?

He counted his blessings; his blue fur helped him blend in the dark alley just enough to make a difference. Would it even have mattered at this point? He could only assume whatever that thing was could probably see him no problem. Or smell him.

Though the stench of the leftover trash in the alley might help mask him. As much as he hated the scent, he preferred having his insides.... Well, inside.

Hours had passed by the time he felt it was safe to move. Easing himself out from amongst the refuse, he brushed himself off. First order of business was to get a shower. His suit was probably long past the point of being saved by a dry cleaners.

He allowed himself to privately grouse over that. He'd just gotten this one tailored, too...

But he was alive.

No cab would take him, not the way he was looking. But the nearest safe-house wasn't too far off. He wove his way through the darkness, staying well away from the well lit thoroughfares until he was certain he was close enough.

As he stepped out into the street, though, a limousine almost immediately pulled up, very close to the curb. Inu leapt back with a shout and a curse.

The limo was steely blue, with dark tinted windows that had golden moulding around them, giving a sort of ornate rococo look to the vehicle.

``What the fuck're you doing you rich fuckin' prick?!'' Inu shouted, banging on the top of the roof as he tried to weave around the back.

As he reached the other side, it began to reverse, blocking his route.

One window rolled down, and a blue-feathered hand beckoned.

``Get inside, if you please,'' came a mellifluously deep voice.

``I think I'm happier walking, pal,'' Inu said. He knew better than to hop into a stranger's car, especially one this big.

''I insist, Inu the Shadow. Someone of your reputation deserves a proper lift.''

''Glad to meet a fan, but this really ain't the night for it,'' he began, before he felt himself slowly walking towards a golden glow, and felt a smile come to his face, and the soft leathery seat beneath his sweaty clothes...

When the door slammed shut, he was jolted back to awareness.

''The fuck?''

The peacock was sitting across from him, dressed in a long dressing gown and festooned with jewellery. One bird-leg was crossed over the other, and his plumage was unfurled, framing him like a lotus flower in bloom. His arm was wrapped possessively around a brown bear who looked as soft-minded as he was soft-bodied. The bear had a long pipe between his teeth - not going into his mouth, but sideways, the way a dog might hold a bone.

Gerrark tilted the bear's head up and plucked the pipe from his mouth before slipping it into his toucan-striped beak.

Inu was fucked now.

``So, tell me what you were planning on bilking from me? You and the rest of your men?''

''How did you find out?'' Inu asked; from his experience, the first one to answer a question would end up on the back foot. It was also a good way to stall until he had a second to throw himself out the door.

''You'll be pleased to know we only found out thanks to that interloper who got your men.'' Gerrark laughed.

``That... thing wasn't with you?''

''Frustratingly, no,'' Gerrark said blithely. ``She just happened to be in the neighbourhood, and she was hungry, so...''

''Fuck. What's left of them.''

''Who knows?'' Gerrark laughed. ``She doesn't have that sort of appetite. I imagine you'll see them stumbling around in a daze with their dicks swinging around in a few days, when gets bored of them.''

``Fucking hell.''

''I know,'' Gerrark said, exhaling a plume of smoke before depositing the holder back between the woozy bear's teeth. ``She's a rather recent new arrival, I understand. And, remind me again, what's your method?''

''What'dyou mean?''

''How you get your mooks in line. Drugs? Old fashioned mesmerism?''

''I just give `em a good cut.''

Gerrark looked shocked... perhaps impressed, perhaps crestfallen.''

``Really. You're in Sterlingsburg and you aren't using any sort of mind control as your M.O.? That feels like a missed opportunity.''

''I don't really give a shit what you think. You rely on those tricks way too much. It makes all of you soft. If a proper mafia settled in here, all of you'd be gone within the week.''

He didn't really care about ruffling the bird's feathers. He was a defiant fucker, until the end. And part of him knew that he was unlikely to escape. Might as well go down while giving him a dig or two.

Gerrark squawked out a scoff. ``Bold words for someone who's going to find himself singing my tune very soon.''

The limo began to pitch to the left. He had a chance. He rushed to the right side door with a shoulder tackle, his deceptively muscular frame crashing against it hard enough to jostle the lock. He could feel the door jiggling, and pressed all his weight against it, heaving it open. He could feel the outside air through the slit in the door.

''Oh, COME now,'' Gerrark shouted, as Inu bashed in to it one more time. The door gave way, swinging open. As Inu went to dive out, something firm and sharp grabbed the soft, loose skin on the back of his neck and yanked hard. He was sent sprawling onto his back, his head barely missing the wall on the port side of the car.

Inu looked up to see that soft-looking bear looming over him, licking his chops and spitting out a little tuft of cerulean fur.

Gerrark hadn't moved from his seat, though his displeasure was abundantly clear.

Part of the mustelid's mind told him that this was it. He was done for. All he could do now was accept his fate.

...No. Fuck that.

Inu wasn't about to become just another one of Gerrark's dime-a-dozen mooks. If he fought back, got the bird mad enough, maybe he'd slip up.

Even if that `slip-up' ended with the mustelid's death. Death was better than slavery in his mind.

He growled and launched himself headfirst. He heard the sharp click of lower-jaw meeting upper-jaw as the crown of his head crashed into the bear's chin. As the bear stumbled back, Inu's arms flailed and scratched, looking for purchase, to get at the flesh beneath the thick coat of fur. The soft stuff was so dense, and he couldn't feel his claws reaching for anything at all...

A sharp whistle made Inu's hair stand on end. The screeching sound of the tires was even harsher - especially combined with the change of speed throwing him down down.

The bear's hand was at his throat, and it squeezed tight. Inu's head rung and swam, and his stream of consciousness constricted to a trickle.

The last thing he saw before he passed out was the bear's eyes - wide, orange, guileless, unruffled.

The last thing he heard was a crowing laugh from Gerrark's throat.

''Good job, Willy...''

-

The blooming taste of smoke pulled Inu back, sputtering and coughing, into the waking world. There was a thick stogie in his mouth, and his jaw was clamped around it, keeping it in place.

It... tasted good. Its flavour was dark, mellow, smooth, like the fumes from burnt brown sugar. It made the lingering throbbing pains lessen and dampen.

``Angh...'' he grunted and tried to push the cigar from his lips, but it was held fast in place. A tongue of flame slowly worked its way down a small match. With a quick whip-motion, it extinguished and vanished.

The thin ribbon of smoke curled and twisted, before vanishing into the much larger plume of pearlescent cigar-breath. The sharp sting of the smoke fell away, and the sweet taste remained.

''Breathe through the nose, darling,'' the familiar avian voice cajoled. ``I suggest you let this one last... it'll be your only free one.''

Inu's bleary vision came into better focus. Gerrark's dark blue toe-claws splayed, letting the little matchstick drop down to the floor. The flesh was a pale blue, springy and soft, textured more like a human's foot than a bird's. Though the toes were dextrous, and the claws were sharp. The foot lowered to where the match landed and gently pushed down into the shag-carpet floor, stamping out any potential faint embers.

Inu's snout felt tight - like a phantom pressure was squishing it against his face. As the foot ground back and forth, his nose tickled and his heart palpated. He imagined - no, fantasised about the feel of the sole against his face.

He was filled with hunger, with need. The sensation made him shudder and take a deep inhale. The smoke rushed in too fast, stinging the back of his throat, and he coughed and wheezed with such force that his body curled inwards.

''Something the matter?'' Gerrark asked with a honey-sweet sneer. ``I know the answer already, but I want to hear you say it.''

``Fffuck you,'' Inu sputtered.

Gerrark squawked a bitter laugh. ``Fucking me is a privilege, sweetie. Only my best mooks get that chance. And maybe you will, in time. Take another deep breath in.''

The smoke was tempting him, its dark sweet all-encompassing taste seeping out from the tip just enough to tantalise him to take in more. But he breathed through his nose, refusing to let himself inhale. He wouldn't break...

Another scent - sharper, saltier, but intoxicatingly musky in its own right - clamped around his nostrils, pulling them shut. Inu's eyes crossed inwards, down his snout, peering at the peacock's toes stuffing his nose up. His throat seized, and reflexes did the rest. He took an amateurish drag, the tip of the cigar lighting up slightly like a cigarette.

He coughed, but there was nowhere for the mind-pickling smoke to go, save for some little wisps of it escaping in the tiny gaps Gerrark's claws couldn't quite plug. It swirled in his skull. It made him feel like he was on the verge of exploding, like his head was swelling to breaking point...

``Aaaand out.''

Inu wheezed as the smoke poured from his mouth, still caked to the inside of his throat and nose, inescapable.

He could barely draw a breath. His lungs felt like they had aged a decade in a matter of seconds. The top of his lip felt a little scratchy, like his fur was drooping over it.

``Better?'' Gerrark said, his voice sweet and clear. ``This one's pretty finely aged... just like you, before long.''

``Hrn...?'' Inu rasped. ``What're... you talkin' about...?''

``Don't worry about it,'' Gerrark crooned. ``Just know that Madame Maeve's been working her magic on a few of my stogies. You can feel it, can't you? The hex seeping into you. Each drag takes a few more years off your life. Let's see how your body develops.''

Inu could feel himself change with every puff. His slender chest pushed out, his ribcage getting thicker and wider. His metabolism was fading, and his lithe frame began to push out and firm up. The build of his father, a build he'd been doing his best to avoid picking up. The fur around his face grew longer, the whiskers tickling the top of his lip and brushing against the cigar as he took puff after puff after puff. His joints began to ache. His voice felt raspy, and not just from the smoke.

Another puff, and his belly turned paunchier, no longer slender. The fur around his eyes and temples was turning greyer and greyer. Crow's-feet formed on the corners, and his nose began to dry out.

Before he could puff anymore, Gerrark's toes grasped it and yanked it free again, leaving him gasping for air with a far deeper, far hoarser voice.

``That's enough of that,'' Gerrark said. ``Don't want you crumbling into dust in front of me. You're pushing 50 at this rate, I think... I'd say that's the perfect age for you. I'm looking to expand the diversity of my mooks, y'see, but it's hard to find good in that demographic... so I said to myself, `Gerry, old pal, why don't you just make some greymuzzled mooks?'''

``Hnnh...?'' Inu's head was swimming. He felt faint. His thoughts felt slower, and so did his body. Aches between each joint were becoming ever more pronounced, and his breathing was a little more laboured.

``And here we are. Look at you. A fine specimen. Far finer than you were before, don't you think?''

Toe-talons scratched the underside of Inu's chin. The blue-grey ferret looked up through bleary, blurry eyes. The moment he saw the whirling colours, they came into immediate, sharp focus. Red and yellow, warm and soporific like evening sunlight.

If he had his wits about him, he might have had time to feel horror and realise his mind's destruction was at hand.

He was already old, and tired, and placid, and docile. Happy to stare into those eyes and let them alleviate the aches in his body, gently peeling them off like the wrapper of a chocolate bar. Opening his sweet, soft mind to that beautiful, hypnotic glow.

``You don't think,'' Gerrark cooed sweetly. ``You can let me worry about all that. You can just do as I say. Follow my commands. I think you'll find that, like most of my other mooks, you'll find obedience to be... absolute bliss.''

Gerrark's dextrous toes clamped down and squeezed on the tip of Inu's dripping cock, making him groan and cough. His toes splayed wide, collecting the smeared precum and dragging it down the shaft, so slow as to be agonisingly pleasurable for the melty-brained oldie. In the fifteen seconds it took Gerrark to slide his toes to the base, Inu's mind fell deeper into the spiralling colours. Gerrark's left eye widened a little to draw Inu's gaze to it, and he tilted his head in a seductive, almost serpentine dip to the left. Inu followed it, slumping to his right just a tad. Gerrark went back the other way - right eye opened wider, pulsed faster, his head dipping and bobbing like a buoy in the sea. The slow, silky-paced metronome movements made the old ferret's head get sleepier, heavier...

Inu's snout turned lower and lower towards the floor as he tried to keep weaving and bobbing, zonk-drunk and almost down for the count entirely. His eyes were trying to keep trained on Gerrark's, but his fluttering eyelids kept getting in the way. His eyes would nearly flutter closed, but the heart-ache of losing sight of those colours gave him a surge of energy - a herculean effort that lifted his head maybe two inches before it started to sleepily dip again.

Gerrark's toes reached the base of the cock, giving it a little teasing squeeze, before it began a slow journey back up.

Inu groaned, his mind getting foggier and slower with each long stroke, with each inhalation, with each new pulsing ring of colour.

``You really take to this form well,'' Gerrark said with a chuckle. ``Why, I daresay some of my younger mooks might take to calling you Daddy...''

The title rang strangely in Inu's ear. But it was a pleasant sort of strange, and he weakly chuckled with pleasure. His cock jumped as Gerrark's toes played with the tip, coaxing out a little babbling brook of pre. The peacock's toes glistened with a thin coating of the pre as it slid back down the shaft to the base.

``We're gonna take it nice n' slow, just like this,'' Gerrark said. ``Don't wanna tire the old man out too quick, now do we?''

In the flash of Gerrark's eyes, Inu found his response.

``No, Boss...'' his voice was deeper, hoarser, sounding like he'd spend the last decade screaming at the top of his lungs. He choked on another paroxysm of pleasure.

Gerrark's lower foot continued to stroke Inu's dick, while his higher one stroked and scratched along his jawline. His toes eased the already slack jaw open wider, so they could slip inside. Inu suckled dutifully, melting into the colours and the bliss they promised. Even though his old, out-of-shape knees ached from all the kneeling. He could tough it out, though, especially if he focused on those nectar eyes, the juicy toes, and the building climax between his legs.

``Sleepy old thing,'' Gerrark cajoled. ``So tired, and the night's so young. I suppose you'll need a nice long rest tonight, won't you?''

Inu was sleepy. He hadn't even realised until that moment, until the Boss had pointed it out. The Boss... it had a nice ring to it, didn't it?

Inu's little crime operation passed without notice before his disappearance. So no one noticed or missed him. Nor did anyone wonder about where the newest bouncer - this tall, greying mountain of muscle - came from.

Least of all Inu himself. Gerrark's eyes, cigars, and commands went a great deal towards scrubbing all those old memories from his mind, and sculpting new ones in his place. Memories of growing up in simpler, smoggier times, a lack of understanding of all this new fancy technology.

The only thing he really kept was his name - not that he ever really heard anyone use it. It was usually just `Mook' or `Big Guy' or `You'.

Didn't matter all that much to him.

As far as Inu was concerned, he just did his job. Did as the Boss said. Got rewarded with a puff or two of the cigar, getting a little bit older each time... but no less loyal, no less powerful. (though that had a lot to do with the drugs and gene modifications.)

He got his tastes of dominance, too. Sometimes he had to be a proxy for the Boss, destroy someone's mind and body for him.

``Oh, we've got a little hacker to deal with down in the Mixers storage. Would you be a dear and pick him up? He should be ready by the time you get down.''

Inu didn't need to know how the Boss' brainier minions put together those fancy little light shows and doodads - it wasn't something his generation needed to understand. All he needed to know is that he would come across the intruder, fuck his mouth for a bit, then carry him back to meet the boss.

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Chapter 5 : KRYK

``Don't scream so loud, pretty thing...'' Kryk growled, drooling all over her prey's fur and dress. ``Save your voice for when I really make you scream.''

Her electric blue tongue snaked out slowly, the thin tapered tip curling downwards as it got closer to the paralysed vixen's face. The vixen turned her head away and clenched her eyes shut, shivering with fear.

Kryk might have toyed with the girl longer, maybe spent some time dragging that thick, warm tongue all over the girl until she was sopping wet with alien spit... but she was tranq-drunk, and horny. Fuck it.

Kryk's shoved her tongue so far down the fox's throat that her throat bulged, and her back arched right off of the wrecked car, limbs spasming and clawing vainly at the air.

Now it was time for the fox to sing Kryk's favourite song.

First, a few choked gulps, still terrified, thinking they're suffocating, that they're about to die, those final fight-or-flight instincts that made mammals so much fun to hunt.

The pace of those gulps and chokes, as her sharp breaths through her nose began to slow. She was tasting Kryk's venom now. It was fizzy, sweet, intoxicating, like some exotic over-ripe fruit just on the verge of fermentation.

Her pupils contracted for a moment, showing off the pretty green irises... before they dilated again. The creases of fear on the vixen's face visibly relaxed, and her grunted efforts grew longer, slower. Her throat relaxed, and gulped more slowly, like she was drinking water for the first time in days.

Chapter 6: LUX

The room reeked of sex, smoke, and thick cologne. The fumes alone would probably be enough to knock the panda out cold, if they didn't have their turtleneck pulled up to mitigate it a little.

The twisting mass of rutting bodies ringed around the blue and orange plumage. The Boss was in the eye of the hurricane of lust.

He was thrusting straight downwards into Kryk's pussy. Her eyes were wide, spiralling faster with each thrust. She had an open mouthed, panting grin, and was yipping like a puppy. Her tongue was lolled out to one side, draped on the floor like a wet piece of meat.

The pink scaled Kobold was lying with his head resting against the raptor's ass, lapping at the boss' dangling nuts. Whenever the bird shoved himself deep inside, Vel buried his snout into the base of the shaft and lathered it with his needy, desperate tongue.

With each slap and thrust, Gerrark's thick ass jiggled, ripples of fat travelling along his glutes like waves in an ocean. His cheeks spread wide whenever he pulled back, baring his pucker for his audience.

Grassroot had a front row seat for that. He was staring, his head nodding up and down with each thrust. His eyes were swirling orange and red, the very motion of his Boss' thick, sweating ass was enough to put him into an even deeper trance. He was slowly bending forward, his mouth oozing saliva, as he pumped at his cock needily. Something was wrapped around his snout - it looked like a sock, dark and damp with sweat.

The big ferret, one Lux didn't recognize, was kneeling just above the rutting trio, and was massaging Gerrark's back with one hand, while wanking with the other. Lux could hear the cracks and pops of the Boss' spine. Gerrark tilted his head back and crowed with delight with each crack, before burying himself even deeper than before.

``Nnnh, that's why you're one of my favourite mooks~! Keep that up for me, juuust like th-Nngh!''

With that crack, Gerrark buried himself deep into the raptor's cunt, his long neck curling back as he crowed with ecstasy. The whole room stopped to listen in rapturous attention. Gerrark's mating-call washed over his flock, and it seemed to be enough to make some of them groan out their own climaxes.

Gerrark's thighs were pressed right against Kryk's, and the Gecko remained buried underneath them. Thick white rivulets of cum began to leak from Kryk's sex, and it drizzled all over the pink lizard's face. He moaned and lapped it up dutifully, his eyelids rolling and his mouth hanging open gratefully.

Lux could see why Gerrark commanded the sheer adoration he did. Reality seemed to warp around his sheer charisma.

They should have sent more than five people. This was a mistake.

But at least if Lux escaped, it wouldn't be a complete defeat.

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