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Hello everybody. Yep, Horizon is back. It took a little vacation and has returned. I can promise several interesting events to come. Let's just say I've changed my mind about the path of the story. As usual, I want to give thanks to my constant sources of inspiration DevilFlare and Dasher Cheetah. I also won't bother placing a disclaimer as its getting redundant. As usual I want your feedback. If you like it tell me why, if not tell me why. I can't improve if I don't know what I'm doing wrong.

Into the Horizon: Recovery and Reflections

The next morning was only slightly better than the night had been. Scott hadn't slept much as Bane kept drifting from one nightmare to the next. He even woke up screaming, but Scott was less concerned with his lack of sleep than he was with Bane's state of mind. Bane needed him and he would do anything for his friend. The next morning they got up and took a shower together. This time however, there was no morning romp as was usual for a mutual shower. The mood was somber, as Bill and Dasher were still in critical condition. Scott made sure to take care of Bane's hygienic needs, showing in the only way he could, how much he cared for his friend and lover. Perhaps being clean and well groomed would help snap Bane out of his condition. At least it would help ship moral to see him looking good, even if Bane was not his usual self. They finished cleaning themselves, Scott brushed Bane's fur to a glossy smoothness, and then they dressed for the day, and made their way to the bridge of the ship. The day seemed to pass in slow motion for Bane. Images of the previous day ran though his head like a bad movie he could not escape. The crew wouldn't look him in the eye's and he didn't blame them. However, he knew better than to hang his head in shame. He had to maintain tough exterior as a leader, but it was killing him inside. After making sure everything was running smoothly, he retired to his private office, off the side of the bridge where he could brood in private. Over and over, the scenes played in his mind. Could he have done things differently? The answers wouldn't come so he was trapped in the cycle of self recriminations. At the end of the day they arrived back at the home base and Bane teleported down. Despite his personal pain things needed to be done, he had responsibilities, and he wouldn't slack in them, no matter what he was feeling.

As Bane walked though the rebel home base, thoughts of what he had done continued to run though his mind. The question bothering him was, if you do the wrong thing for the right reason, are you still in the right? Since he his return, he had been busy with alliance work. His victory against the Vega base as well as his execution of Admiral Ulra and his rescue of Admiral Williams had spread throughout the galaxy. Talks had begun with several Fox factions. They were interested in joining the alliance, especially after the demonstration of the power that they now possessed. The alliance had destroyed an entire squadron of wolf ships and killed the most feared Admiral in the entire wolf Space Fleet who was in charge of it. Furthermore, another squadron had come over to their side making it possible for them to accomplish this, and rescue the Admiral who had been in charge of it. The humans had likewise begun to talk about membership with the alliance. In the case of the humans, their interest was for more selfish reasons. The alliance possessed superior technology, technology that they wanted and Bane was perfectly willing to use it to lure them into the fold. The Wolf Empire had begun to fracture under internal pressure. Its forces were being destroyed and its power base was dwindling as human and fox forces began to push into the Empire's sphere of influence. According to intelligence that had been brought to the alliances attention, several individuals were actually making a play for the seat of emperor. The rumor was that the current emperor was considering abandoning the throne due to pressure being placed upon him. However all of this was far from Bane's mind at the moment. He had to carry on business as usual; but he was a troubled wolf. Scott was deeply worried about his friend and lover. Bane simply hadn't been the same after the killing. Scott had remained a bedfellow to him, but not of a romantic nature. Instead, he slept with Bane to bring him some measure of comfort at night, although no relief did or would come.

Bane was currently on his way to visit with Dasher, who had been transferred to the base hospital after their arrival home. He had been informed that the Cheetah was awake and as he walked into Dasher's room, the Cheetah greeted him with a warming smile. That smile faded as he got a good look at his obviously troubled friend. Bane's usually bright eyes were darkened. He was obviously trying to fake Dasher off with a fake smile, but the cheetah could see past it.

"Bane! I was wondering when you would get around to visiting poor little me."

Bane managed a laugh and put his paw on the wounded cheetah's shoulder as he said, "How are you feeling Dasher?"

"Like hell. You try getting shot and then I'll ask you how you feel. Regardless of how I feel though, I can see that there is something on your mind. You look deeply troubled. Care to unload your cares?"

"It's not important my friend, just some personal demons that I have to deal with. I'll not drag you into it fresh from being shot."

Dasher raised an eyebrow and said, "Then, since you are unwilling to volunteer information, let me stick my nose in where it doesn't belong. I assume you are having a difficult time with what you did to Ulra."

Bane smiled at this and shook his head slowly. He could see a slight nervousness in Dasher at taking this bold step but he was grateful for his friend's boldness in trying to pry him out of the shell he was constructing around himself.

"Perceptive as always I see. Yes, I am having problems with it," Bane admitted. At this Bane sat down in a chair in the room, placed his head in his hands, and continued, "I claim to be on the side of good, yet I killed her in cold blood and I don't know what to do with that."

Dasher patted Bane's hand and said, "Well, I'll continue down this path of taking personal liberties and offer you my advice on the matter. If you were sure of yourself in this matter, you would have told me to shut up by now. Killing somebody in cold blood is always a difficult pill to swallow for a moral man. You shot a defenseless woman."

Bane made a face and said, "Dasher you're not making me feel any better."

"Perhaps not but what you need to keep in mind is that the thing you killed was a monster. She killed for pleasure alone, not just for some higher purpose. She destroyed lives! She had Scott raped, she tortured Bill repeatedly and tried to kill me. That goes without mentioning what she did to others. Torture was not just a hobby, no she enjoyed it. From what I have read about her she would often kill her victims slowly so as to extract the maximum information possible. She would make them beg for death, only to deny them and continue their agony. You did the wrong thing for the right reason, and that is what matters. There is nothing I can say to make this any better on you. This will be with you for a long time my friend. You will have to learn to deal with it and move on. It is important to remember that you have removed a malignant evil from the universe and have friends who care deeply for you. Scott hasn't left your side at night since that day and Ron is willing to take his place should he falter and I will step up too."

This made Bane feel somewhat better. The look on Dasher's face was one of sincerity. He wanted to help his friend, especially since Bane had done something that almost destroyed himself in Dasher's name. The two continued their conversation for a while longer, and when Bane saw that Dasher was growing tired, he bid Dasher good evening. Bane still wanted to check on Bill and Dasher needed his rest. Dasher would be moving to his private quarters as soon as he was able, as he was awake and on the mend. The hospital needed the bed space. When Bane reached Bill's hospital room, he found the wolf still largely unresponsive. The doctor assured Bane though that he was showing signs of improvement, even if it was not apparent. This comforted Bane somewhat, as at least he hadn't risked Dasher's life on a rescue for nothing. The Doctors said it could be tomorrow when he wakes up, or next month. There was simply no way to tell.

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Dasher was on his way back to his quarters. It had been two weeks since they had returned to the base. In that time, Dasher had healed as good as new. While Admiral Williams was still very much showing signs of improvement, they were slow. The doctors had explained that his body had been traumatized but more importantly, his mind had too. It would simply take time for him to come out of it. Dasher visited him often and talked to the comatose Wolf, trying to reach his friend and bring him out of it. Dasher would continue to do all he could, for as long as it took. When he reached his quarters, he opened the door and walked in to find Ron waiting for him.

"Ron! This is a pleasant surprise but to what do I owe the pleasure of this intrusion."

With a smile Ron replied, "I just wanted to see how you were doing. I heard you had been released and thought I would wait for you."

With that, Dasher walked over and sat on the bed. Ron took a seat beside him and asked, "How are you holding up?"

With this question asked, Dasher seemed to turn inward and tears began to fill his eyes, then run down the cheetah's face. He hadn't had time to really process what he had walked in on when rescuing Bill.

"It's ok," began Ron, "Let it out, just let it all out." He put his arms around his friend and Ron sat there with Dasher crying into his shoulder. After a while, Ron moved himself into a position behind Dasher and began to massage his shoulders. Ron wanted to try to get Dasher's mind off of recent events, and knew of only one way to really accomplish this. The Cheetah let out a broken purr, then a murr of appreciation as Ron ran his furry hand paws over the Cheetah's tense shoulders. He began working out the many knots from tension that had worked their way into them. Then Ron pulled Dasher against his chest and wrapped his strong, caring arms around Dasher's chest, taking the Cheetah slightly by surprise.

"It's ok Dasher. Bill will get better and the person responsible has been brought to justice by Bane," the fox told him. "I know but still I am helpless to do anything to make him better.", Dasher whimpered. Once again, tears began to run down his face.

With this, Ron started once again running his hand paws over the Cheetah's shoulders. This time however, he did so in a slightly more sensual way. Ron began to run his hands over Dasher's chest and stomach, working his way lower with his message that was rapidly becoming more sensual. He then began to kiss and nibble at the back of Dasher's neck. Dasher was hesitant to let him continue at first, but he decided to let himself fall into the blissful lust that was slowly consuming him. If Ron was willing to do this, then Dasher certainly wasn't going to stop him. It had been weeks since the cheetah had had companionship like this, and likely it was so for Ron as well.

Ron began to remove the vest that was currently obstructing his access to the Cheetah's body he was currently lusting after. Although he wanted to distract Dasher and make him feel better, his unspoken motive was the fact that Ron simply was horny and needed a partner. If he could make Dasher feel better in the process than all would be well with the world. Dasher adjusted his arms and allowed Ron to remove the vest. Ron then repositioned himself so that he was sitting in between Dasher's legs with the Fox's legs wrapped around him. Ron then began a renewed assault on the Cheetah's body and continued his rubbing. He moved his hands to the cheetah's sensitive nipples and ran the pads of his hand paws over them, earning shiver and moan from his victim. He then moved his hands further downward, unbuttoned and slid down Dashers pants to find he was without undergarments. This made him smile as he began to massage Dasher's furry balls and prompted his pink member to begin to slip out of the sheath currently confining it. He then wrapped his hand paw around the increasingly exposed member, to begin to stroke and massage it. This, along with his continued efforts to massage the back of Dasher's neck, earned him another murr of approval. Then with one swift motion, he moved forward and guided the cheetah to fall backwards on the bed. He swung himself over Dasher, straddling his midsection. He looked into the Cheetah's eyes to see them painted with lust and need that matched what Ron was feeling. He had become completely lost in the moment. All of the pain, hurt, and worry had melted away and this was good.

Ron leaned down locking Dasher into a passionate kiss and Dasher began fumbling with Ron's uniform shirt. It was currently obstructing his efforts and needed to be removed. Ron had worn a button up shirt, that the excited Cheetah was having a considerable amount of trouble getting off. In a moment of frustration, Dasher grabbed the fabric at the middle of the back of the shirt and ripped it off Ron. This both frightened and turned Ron on at the same time. He wanted Dasher to enjoy himself and a shirt was a small price to pay for it. Dasher than began to run his hands though the fur of his now captive fox. Dasher ordinarily didn't dominate. He actually preferred to be dominated, but today he was in a rare mood to express his aggressive side. He began tweak Ron's sensitive nipples. He broke the kiss and began to nibble and lick at Ron's neck. Ron began to feel a rhythmic pressure between his legs. He had not been relieved of his pants but Dasher quickly fixed this problem. He used his strength to rip the belt in half which also ripped the button off of the pants at the same time. He then used his legs to slide Ron's pants down, and then off. Ron would be his, oh yes; Ron would play the role of the sub tonight. Never one to forget his partner, Dasher's needs were too great to be denied tonight. Once his fever had cooled, he would see about taking care of Ron.

Ron felt Dasher rip his pants off of him. He had actually been slightly upset about this as he loved those pants but in Dasher's current state of mind, he knew better than to argue with him. Dasher continued his nipping and licking of Ron's neck and the fox became aware that his body position was shifting slightly. Dasher readjusted himself to allow access to Ron's ass, his desired target. Ron then sat up slightly and used his hand to guide Dasher's now pre slickened cock. With a little bit of pressure on both parties part, it popped into the fox and an audible moan was heard from both of them. Ron was just glad to have a cock in him and Dasher was reveling under the thrill of dominating his partner. After guiding it in, Ron once again relinquished control back to Dasher, who then began to slide himself into Ron. He wasn't quite satisfied with the arrangement of his partner, so he reached up, pulled Ron to him, and rolled them both over, placing Dasher on top. The now confused Ron lay still as Dasher pulled him to the edge of the bed and repositioned himself, all without removing himself from the fox. Ron was in awe of how flexible Dasher really was.

Dasher then began to slowly grind his way into Ron. He would grind in an inch, pull back out, and then go back in slightly further. The slow pace was heightening the pleasure for both of them, however, Dasher had no intentions of remaining at a slow pace the entire time. No, he wanted Ron to see what he could do. Obviously, he must be careful as he could go considerably faster than any normal person could tolerate. Dasher worked his entire length into Ron, then began grinding all the way in and out. He gradually began to increase his speed. He used Ron's facial expressions to gauge if he was going to fast or not. He slowly reached an almost ball-bruising rate, and then held it steady. He could tell his partner was grateful for this. Ron's face showed he was in heaven from the sensations that the cheetah was giving him. Wanting the fox to get off before him, Dasher gripped Ron's cock and jerked it off in harmony with his thrusts.

Feeling his cock being handled, caused the fox's eyes to fly open, not even remembering he had shut them. He moaned as Dasher continued to jerk his cock off. Ron could feel his knot forming at the base of his shaft. He knew his impending orgasm was close as he was nearing the edge of no return but couldn't get there quick enough. This thought, however, was thrown out the window when he felt Dash's cock finally hit his prostate causing him to moan out louder, "Fuck yes -moan-! Right -pant- there -pant-! God this -groan- is fucking delicious!"

Ron felt his cock begin to twitch and knew he was ever so close to the release that he so badly needed. He had come here to make Dasher feel better and had instead ended up getting the fucking of his life. As long as Dasher enjoyed it, he certainly wasn't going to complain. Dash felt Ron's cock begin to twitch and rammed the fox twice more before hilting himself inside the fox, just in time for Ron to blow. Ron's cock twitched a few times then began to erupt his hot, sticky juice all over both himself and Dasher. Dasher felt Ron tighten up around his cock and that, combined with the current cum shower he was receiving, was enough to send the Cheetah over the edge. He felt his own cock begin to twitch. It then began to erupt deep within the fox coating his insides with stream after stream after stream of his juice. Just as Dasher and Ron were calming down from their romp, Dasher began to pull back and renew his ride of the fox under him. Ron moaned, unable to believe Dasher was going to do it again! That was not the plan of the cheetah. Dasher knew he could stay hard for a little longer, before he got soft and pulled out of Ron. He was using the time he had left to re-stimulate the fox, for something else that they both wanted. Dasher prodded Ron's prostate again and again, making the drained organ produce more semen. Ron's cock and been substantially drained but it did not pull back into its sheath. Instead, to Ron's amazement, he felt a familiar tingle grow again! Was Dasher insatiable? Before he could ask, Dasher stopped and pulled out. What was going on? Was Dasher only teasing him? The answer came in Dasher moving to the side and while kneeling on the floor, he laid his upper body on the bed, beside Ron. Dasher looked over and grinned as he arched his long tail up over his patterned back. In position, Dasher said hotly, "Well? What are you waiting for. . . an engraved invitation? I think you have one more in you and I need it! Mount me Ron, and make sure you shove it deep inside me. You can ride me as hard as you want but before your knot gets too big, I want you to put it in me!" Ron was astounded! Was he hearing right? Had Dasher really asked to be tied with him? The look on Ron's face made Dasher laugh as he could guess what Ron was thinking. Dasher nodded and grinned, then said,"Yes, I said I want all of you inside me and for you to be sure you tie that lovely knot in my tail hole too. It is your turn and I know that if you tie in me, you will enjoy it as you can't otherwise. I am ready, Ron. My ass needs this as much as I needed yours. Take me lover and show me what you have. I am yours, sexy foxy." Ron scrambled up as fast as he could. Dasher's ride of him had left him tired but this was an offer too good to pass up! Ron knelt behind Dasher, looking at the cheetah's bared tail hole. He reached down and took hold of his partially erect penis and aimed it down, then moved forward. The tip rubbed the remains of his previous orgasms over the wrinkled surface. Wetting it, Ron pushed and the tip slid in, then he pushed harder and the shaft quickly followed. The fox knew he wasn't going to have long before his knot began filling with blood again so he got busy. Leaning over Dasher's back, he took hold of the cheetah's shoulders and began pistoning his cock in and out. It was as hard as Ron had ever fucked anyone before and it was glorious! He pounded Dasher's ass for almost two minutes before he felt the knot swelling up and knew he had to get it inside. Ron shoved hard and the expanding knot popped inside, earning a soft grunt from Dasher. It was in but Ron wasn't ready yet. He continued to thrust rapidly, but could not pull back. Dasher's tail hole had him trapped inside and there would be no separating the two until Ron had finished. A dozen seconds later and Ron cried out as he began pumping his cum into Dasher's guts. Dasher felt it and said as he coaxed more from the fox, "Yes! That's it, Ron. Pump it into me. Oh yeaah. Do it!" Ron called out, "Yiff! Oh YIFF!" He lightly bit Dasher's shoulder, not drawing blood but showing how he was overcome by the experience. Dasher gasped softly, satisfied that Ron was happy. Ron sagged as the orgasm ended and panted hard. He couldn't believe how good it had been and it wasn't over yet! Dasher's purrs rumbled, vibrating his chest and Ron licked the spot he had nipped, soothing the sting. As soon as he got his breath back, Dasher said, "I think that went well." Ron barked a laugh in disbelief, and then laughed harder. Dasher chuckled too and when Ron was under control again, he said, "Hold on, Ron. I am going to lift you and move us on top the bed, where we can lay out. I know you won't be done for a while yet and I want us to be comfortable until you untie." Dasher did and Ron helped as much as he could but Dasher was in control. He lay in the center of the bed, Ron on top of him. Dasher gave his tail hole a squeeze, getting a moan from Ron in return and the cheetah smiled tiredly. It had been worth the effort it had cost him, to make it special for his friend. The little fox seemed to be short changed at times and Dasher wanted him to know that he was as loved as anyone else, Bane and Scott included. It wasn't needed for either of them to move. For the remaining time they were tied, Ron would cum every few minutes and Dasher would take it all. Bane had been filling but he hadn't tied with Dasher. Ron was going to give his total load to the cheetah and nothing would stop it. It was more draining on the fox than Dasher and he grew tired. Dasher told him, "Relax, dear. I have you and I am going to be here until you wake up. Sleep and relax. You have given me everything I needed." Ron laughed softly then said, "How did you know I wanted this, or you could take it?" Dasher chuckled and answered, "Bill is a wolf, and I have been his lover for some time. If I can take him, I was sure I could handle you. Not to belittle your nice size, dear, you are no wolf. This was very pleasant to me and I enjoyed it almost as much as you." Ron blushed but said, "You know then, how special it is to let a male tie in you is? I would never ask it of you but I want you to know how much it, *yawn*, means to me. Just regular sex is great but this . . . this was very special." Dasher heard Ron slur his words, already falling asleep. He continued to purr and said, "I know, Ron. I wanted to do this for you. Now go to sleep, lover. I am going to sleep too. You have worn me out and I need rest too." Ron fell asleep and Dasher grinned as he heard the fox moan and yiff quietly in his slumber, each time he came. It wouldn't be too much longer before he was done and he could go down, slip out of Dasher's tail hole and they could curl up comfortably together. Dasher was drowsing as he heard the door of the room open and in stepped Bane.

The sight that Bane walked into make him chuckle. "Well I see you two are enjoying yourselves. But no matter, I just came to say that the Admiral is awake. The doctors say he is responsive, but still in critical condition. He's not out of the woods, but is improving." With this, he turned and walked out. Dasher was ecstatic to hear that Bill was improving. To Dasher, Bill was the first friend he had made upon his arrival. Bill had almost sacrificed himself to save him. They owed a lot to the wolf, and he wanted to see him pull through as he had almost sacrificed himself for their cause. Although, Dasher was extremely surprised that Bane hadn't said anything about what he had walked in on. The pair fell asleep and during the night, then turned to hold each other. Waking in the morning, Dasher told Ron the news about Bill and that Bane had delivered the news personally. Ron felt embarrassed at being caught, tied in Dasher but Dasher assured him that Bane hadn't seemed to mind it. As they were cleaning themselves up in the shower, Ron turned to Dasher and commented on this oddity. "Dasher, have you noticed that Bane still isn't acting like himself." "Yeah Ron, I have indeed, but I'm afraid there's nothing to be done. He has to come to terms with what he has done. We can only be there for him, when he decides how to handle it." " Yeah," replied the dripping wet fox, "I just hope he comes back to himself soon. This victory will no doubt bring more attention to us both good and bad. There will be difficult times ahead and he will need to be at his best to deal with it all." Dasher looked at Ron, he could see the concern in his eyes. "Ron, Bane has got some really good friends behind him, I'm sure he'll do just fine. Whatever the future holds for us we will face it together."

** Well, I hope you guys liked it. Will Bane ever snap out of his self-pitty trip? Will Bane have anything to say about Dasher and Ron? What will Admiral Williams's position be in the alliance? We will see.**