Viral Attack: The Power of Healing
Commission for bolshevictor over on IB.
It started out as a peaceful day in Langris city, but peaceful days never lasted. In a city filled with it's own collection of superheroes, there was always a supervillain plotting in the shadows.
It was in the afternoon that the chaos began. What started out as an ordinary Saturday soon turned into city-wide panic as several canisters filled with an unknown gas were let loose in various parts of the city. Each one was confined to a number of buildings, but they were important ones: hospitals, docks, elementary schools. All of them were under a viral attack.
Atop a tall building, a lone figure stood, his ears attentive to the chaos, his expression brooding and lost in thought. Clad in a form-fitting jumpsuit that some might have called a 'catsuit' and a cowl that covered the top portion of his nose and the majority of his face, the adult rottweiler observed the crowd of people below. The canine stood atop a building that overlooked the docks, where the police had blocked off several warehouses, as well as the main harbour.
He was waiting for something, or rather someone. In the warehouse was one of his 'comrades', someone he had sent in to survey the situation rather then go in on his own. Whilst he looked relatively muscular and he had a fit body, he didn't have physical superpowers. Instead, his power was that of the mind.
With his power of telepathy, the rottweiler, that the citizens knew as 'Top Dog', can co-ordinate with the hundreds of volunteers down near the docks. He is an expert of information gathering and leadership, able to project his thoughts to others. It was easy enough for him to garner the situation when it first began, the only thing he didn't know was who was behind it.
Suddenly, a commotion in the warehouse below caught Top Dog's attention. The hanger door swung open, its interior shrouded in a thick fog. Then, out staggered a figure, heaving and coughing as nearby volunteers stepped forwards to prop him up. Top Dog narrowed his eyes and whispered a quiet curse. Things were looking grim already, and the day had only just started.
Realising he'd better get down there, Top Dog turned and made his way to the stairwell of the building, descending down towards the entrance and jogging his way over. The volunteers parted to allow him access as he drew closer to the figure that came out earlier.
He knew him very well. He was a vibrantly coloured parrot, his feathers a mixture of blue and yellow hues. With impressive physical capabilities and superhuman reactions, the parrot was famous and known to many as 'Wind Rider'. The parrot slumped against a wall, the volunteers looking him over. As Top Dog drew close, he fully realised the extent of the gas.
"Get him to the emergency infirmary, and quickly. Private cubicle." Top Dog snapped his fingers and pointed, and the volunteers obliged instantly. Top Dog was reasonably known for being a respected leader, and they knew better than to argue with him. His judgement was usually quite accurate.
Quickly and promptly, the various volunteers hoisted the parrot up and carried him through into a tent that had been set up nearby. They carried him past a number of people who were already under the effects of the gas, and into a private cubicle at the back. The volunteers drew the curtains across the shield the parrot from the other victims.
"He's not looking good, Top Dog, sir." One of the volunteers pointed out, and the rottweiler was inclined to agree. The parrot murmured, his speech slurred, his eyes lidded over. He still had his physical prowess, but he was considerably out of it mentally. Top Dog deduced that that was the problem: the gas affected his mind, but not his body. It was a good thing he didn't go inside himself, or else they'd all be in trouble.
"Wind Rider, talk to me. Do you know who I am? Can you hear me?" Top Dog snapped his fingers in front of the parrot's face, but the avian didn't even respond. He rolled his head back and let out a quiet groan, murmuring something under his breath. Top Dog grimaced, but he had prepared for something like this, though not this specifically. A medic was on hand to help, but had an inkling it just wouldn't be enough. Luckily, as an initial cautionary measure, he had called for someone to come help. He was just waiting on their arrival.
As if on cue, a young adult canine poked his head from around the curtain, catching the rottweiler's attention.
"Someone's here to see you. A kid." He informed him, and the superhero nodded his thanks. Stepping from the small cubicle, Top Dog crossed the infirmary and out the tent, turning to see exactly who he was looking for.
There, in front of him, stood a young anthropomorphic rat. Many might not have known him, but he was always prominent amongst the most horrible of accidents. Top Dog knew him incredibly well, having trained him a little bit himself. He was primarily known as the 'Restorative Rodent', a superhero with one of the strongest healing powers that anyone had ever seen. His very body is a powerhouse of healing energy: by default, he emits an aura that can heal minor wounds around him, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. He had so much more to give, and he was necessary for this procedure.
"I came, Mr. Top Dog, sir." The rodent bowed his head and the rottweiler did the same, a smile spreading across his lips. In any other context, what the rat boy said might have been a little lewd.
"Glad you could come, Joey." The rottweiler used his name, but the young rat pouted, adjusting his orange onesie that cut off at his elbows and knees.
"C-C'mon, it's Restorative Rodent, you know!" The 11 year old rat stuck out his tongue, and Top Dog ruffled his tuft of fur atop the boy's head, skewing his domino mask slightly.
"I know. Come on, I need your help." Top Dog informed him, and the rat's fur-less tail wagged happily, his smile wide. He enjoyed the feeling of being needed. They stepped into the tent, and the rottweiler lead the boy along and into the private cubicle at the back. The volunteers turned their heads towards them as they entered, curious, but they let him be. As they stepped into the cubicle, the boy immediately recognised the victim in front of him.
"Woah! Wind Rider's here?" The rodent's eyes twinkled with awe as he shuffled closer, keeping his excited hands to himself as he looked over the parrot's body. He looked over the parrot's musketeer hat and doublet, up to the masquerade mask that covered his eyes and sat atop his beak. The rat boy knew him by reputation alone, but he was still stunned to see him. He was glad to be here at all: young Joey used to normally babysit victims of normal accidents. To help supers was exhilarating.
"Indeed. But he's injured. Badly, too," Top Dog grimaced. "The source of the attack at the docks was a gas that infects the mind. I'm worried that your power alone, in its current state, will not be enough to help him."
"W-What?" Joey looked momentarily disheartened, but an encouraging hand on his shoulder seem to lift his spirits, if only for a moment. Top Dog smiled briefly to himself, before he continued.
"I've surmised that your powers would prove more effective if someone could get closer to you...maybe even inside you. I feel that this will be the only way to help him." The rottweiler spoke, and Joey's smile faded for just a moment as his 11 year old brain churned through the logistics of what he was implying.
"Wait...you don't mean...?" The rat stared up at the man's costumed face, and Top Dog slowly nodded. Immediately, the cub's nose wrinkled and it was clear he was doubting it. The canine had more or less anticipated his response, it was a lot to ask.
"Joey," Top Dog crouched and clasped his hands on the boys shoulders. "Now it not the time to doubt yourself. We are in a crisis. The city is in chaos, and only you can help the supers who are afflicted. You are the key to saving many lives. Do you want to be a hero?"
The rottweiler's manipulative words and firm authoritative voice was enough to win the rodent over to his side. He could see the glimmer of awe in the boys eye before he nodded, puffing out his chest. To say that Top Dog knew Joey a little too well might have been a bit of an understatement; he knew full well that the young rat was keen to make a difference, and the thought of saving lives was bound to sway him.
"Heroes have to make sacrifices. This is one of those times." Top Dog spoke as if from wisdom, but inside him, his stomach twisted with excitement. It was no secret that he could be a little manipulative, and for that reason some of his comrades held him at arms length, but Joey was young and impressionable. The canine's expression darkened a little bit as he ran his gaze up and down the boy's body, keeping his distance.
"I'll be here with you, to make sure you're safe, and to guide you. The rest is up to you." The canine straightened himself up and poked his head out from behind the curtain, peeking to make sure they wouldn't be disturbed. Satisfied, he drew the curtains over a little more firmly. Joey stood anxiously by the parrot's bedside, the avian's bewildered mumbling providing ample background noise.
"Take off your jumpsuit." Top Dog ordered the boy, reaching over to pull and unclasp the buckle around the parrot's waist. Wind Rider made no attempt to stop him, too delirious and out of it to even recognise what was occurring. With surprising dexterity, he tugged down the parrot's zipper, exposing the parrot's tight-fitting briefs that snugly clung to the outline of his package. Rather than force it out, Top Dog shimmied the parrot's trousers down towards his ankles, then slowly pulled down the underwear to meet them.
Joey slowly turned, having taking off his jumpsuit and left it draped over a nearby chair. Standing in just his blue keyhole elastic boxers, yellow cape and mask, the rodent's eyes snapped immediately to the sizeable member that sat between the parrot's manly hips. It was humanoid and considerably length, even when flaccid. Joey's stomach flipped at the mere sight of it, and the thought of having it inside him made him both scared and excited. He was beginning to lean into the cusp of his puberty, and his interested that stemmed beyond his morbid fascination with superheroes and other boyish things and into the thought of women, and even men. He was, in essence, in his most experimental phase.
"We need to act fast, so you'd better get started." Top Dog commanded with a brisk tone, encouraging the rodent to be quick. Joey looked between Wind Rider's length to the rottweiler's face, and then back again, his lips twisting into an unreadable expression. He nervously gripped to the side of the makeshift hospital bed and heaved himself up, clambering over the parrot's body and settling his own nimble, boyish frame over the avian's own. He straddled his hips, sitting just behind the member so that it's flaccid length lay in front of him. His hand shook as he reached out his fingers, his digits eventually meeting the warm flesh.
Wind Rider seemed to react immediately to the touch, a morbid giggle escaping the adult avian's lips. His gaze moved from the ceiling towards the figure straddling atop him, his beak opening for just a brief moment. He mumbled something incoherent, and he giggled again, like a schoolboy with a crush. Top Dog quirked his eyebrow at the scene before him, taking an inevitable step back. He trusted Wind Rider, even in his delirious state: the parrot has always been nothing but a gentleman in every crisis, and he was even a bit of a romantic. The rottweiler knew he had little to worry about.
"Hello..." The parrot eventually mumbled a word that finally made sense, and his majestic wings lifted up, stroking across the rodent's sides. Like most avians, he had no real arms to speak of, instead bearing large wings that allowed for nimble flight and dexterous movements. To compensate for the lack of hands, the parrots talons served well in all day to day activities, and his prowess in using his feet had been seen many times before.
To Joey's surprise, the parrot didn't move a muscle, instead watching the rodent with a lidded gaze, his wings gently caressing the boy's fur. Top Dog wondered if the parrot even knew who he was touching, or if he was too out of it to recognise the boy atop him. In either case, his compliance would make the situation easier.
Joey's hands touched the avians member again, and he watched with surprise as the cock pulsed to life before his very eyes, swelling the blood and growing steadily larger under the rodents touch. The more that Joey touched it, the larger it grew, until the sheer amount of blood pumping through the parrot's cock was enough to make it lift up, engorged and aching to be touched.
Slowly, Joey dipped his hand down, cupping the underside of the member in the crease between his thumb and forefinger and curling his fingers around the thickness of the length, feeling it throb against his palm. He tugged the skin up, watching the foreskin roll and bunch at the tip, before he dragged his hand down, staring at the foreskin spread open to reveal the warm, fleshy head beneath.
"Aren't you pretty...?" The parrot murmured, looking a little more coherent, his wings clumsily lifted up and touching across Joey's mostly naked body. A groan escaped the parrots lips and he pushed his hips up, grinding his cock against the rats hand. Joey felt the colour rise to his cheeks as he felt a hand tap his shoulder, making him jump. He had forgotten Top Dog was still here.
"Use this." The rottweiler placed a small bottle of clear liquid into the rodent's hand, and Joey wrinkled his nose at the sight of it, unsure what it was.
"It's lube," Top Dog assured him. "Just smear it on him, and on your ass, and you'll be fine."
With a slow and anxious nod, Joey squeezed out some of the liquid onto two fingers, pressing the cool substance to the tip of the parrot's cock. He smeared it around the adult's member, coating every inch in the sticky substance. The rat momentarily recoiled at how sticky his own hand was, before he reached down, sliding himself out of his underwear.
To Top Dog's surprise, Joey was also slowly getting hard, his small, 11 year old humanoid member at half-mast between his legs, the foreskin pulled all the way up to the tip. The rottweiler tried his best not to get too turned on by the situation, and watched as the cub slid himself out of his underwear, straightening his legs out enough to slip the underwear past his knees, tugging his foot through one of the leg holes.
The parrot mumbled something, watching with a pleasant expression as Joey shuffled forwards, sliding himself across the sticky member and letting it nestle between his cheeks. He rocked his hips backwards and felt the stickiness of the cock against his rump, and his cheeks flushed at the feeling of the member against his virgin pucker. The parrot wrapped his wings around Joey's body and lifted himself up a bit, nuzzling his beak against the rat's neck. He pumped his hips up, grinding his member eagerly between the cub's cheeks, a shaky groan escaping his lips.
Knowing what he had to do, Joey pushed his hips back, his hands shaking as he gripped them around the parrots shoulders. He lifted his body up and felt the head of the adults sizeable cock wedging itself between his cheeks, probing at his pucker. If he didn't have his power of healing, he might have felt a stab of pain as his pucker stretched to accommodate the member entering him, but power had the added advantage of dulling his own sense of pain.
"Oooh, yes..." The parrot squawked quietly, pressing his beak firmly against the rodent's neck as his cock sunk deeper and deeper into the spasming, clenching behind. His talons curled in delight and his cock violently twitched, eager for more. Joey found himself whimpering quietly, digging his fingers against the man's shoulders. He could still feel some pain, but more than that, he felt an unexplainable pleasure that had him panting and squirming. Top Dog watched in earnest, trying his best to keep himself composed.
The deeper that the parrot's cock seem the plunge, the more turned on the avian got, until he was whispering inaudible words in the rat's ear, murmuring sensually as he began to buck his hips and gently, leisurely thrust into the cub's behind, every other thrust making the young rodent squirm and moan.
The parrots thrusts quickly grew faster as he felt more and more pleasure, and it seemed that, over time, the rodent's healing properties were working their magic. His groans grew more laboured, but his incoherent mumblings were beginning to make sense, his movements growing more pronounced. Soon, his gentle groaning turned into carnal, lustful pants.
Top Dog watched, his eyes observant as the parrot thrust faster and faster, until he began to reach a peak, his breathing hard and heavy. The rodent squirmed against him, letting out quiet gasps of pleasure, arching his back. He didn't expect to experience such exquisite pleasure just from trying to help.
The parrots heavy breathing suddenly reached a peak, before he let out a long, shaky sigh. Joey's eyes widened as he felt a powerful pulsing in his ass and loins, and a warmth spread throughout his stomach, making him shudder. The parrot tugged his hips back, and an audible squelch resounded from the rat's behind. Top Dog didn't need to see to know what had transpired.
"Lovely...so very lovely..." The parrot murmured, leaning his head back and smiling to himself. "Wait..."
He snapped his gaze towards the rat boy and his eyes widened when he realised who he was. Much like himself, Restorative Rodent was well known. The parrot bolted upright, tugging his hips back enough to withdraw his cock, letting it hang half-hard, coated in cum and lube.
"You're...wait a minute, what happened? Where am I?" He whirled his head around until his gaze met with Top Dog, who stood not too far away. The rottweiler observed him for a moment, before tilting his head. He picked up a signal, someone several miles away on the other side of the city. Another incident, and a bad one at that. Another superhero was down.
"Joey. Let's go." He informed the rat, stepping over to him and taking the lube from his hand. He grasped the cub under his armpits and hoisted him up off of the parrot's lap, giving the avian the room to move a little. The superhero rolled onto his side and gawked at the two of them. Joey staggered on his feet and he opened his mouth to speak, but one urgent look from the rottweiler made him stay quiet and quickly get dressed.
"Hold on a moment, Top Dog. Explain this!" The parrot demanded.
"No time. We're in a rush. Please, help the volunteers for the time being. I'll be back later to explain." Top Dog informed him, before turning back towards the boy. Joey quickly slipped into his jumpsuit, feeling a leaking in his underwear. He shuddered from the sensation and grimaced up at the rottweiler, who simply shook his head and urged him out of the cubicle.
"You bastard, answer me properly!" The parrot called after them, but Top Dog didn't look back. As they walked away, a man rushed in past them, and Top Dog caught the beginnings of a conversation about an aircraft carrier that required Wind Rider's assistance.
Leading the boy from the cubicle, Top Dog directed the cub out of the tent and towards the car park at the far end of the docks, keeping up a brisk walk and leading Joey by the hand. Even with Top Dog's power of telepathy, he still needed a car to get around. Luckily for him, he had one.
"Get in." Top Dog pointed towards a sleek black sports car, pushing the lock on his key fob. The lights on his car flashed, unlocking the doors.
Joey stepped inside, slipping into the passenger seat, and the rottweiler did the same, getting into the driver's seat. Joey didn't quite know what to say to him. Part of him enjoyed what had happened: the pleasure was amazing, but he knew that sex was wrong, at least at his age.
"I...uh..." Joey began awkwardly. "I don't think I should have done that."
"Why not?" The rottweiler asked. "You healed Wind Rider in a matter of minutes. Now he can go on to save other people. The fact that he can do so is your doing. Does that not feel exhilarating?"
"Y-Yeah, but I..." Joey wrinkled his nose. "Mom always told me not to do that sort of thing until I was older."
"Hmm...well, it felt good, didn't it? Don't feel bad. You saved many lives today already. Helping Wind Rider to get back into fighting shape meant he go could onto his next mission. He will have undoubtedly saved quite a nuber of people. That is your doing." Top Dog assured him. The mere thought of that made Joey's cheeks flush, and he felt a surge of pride.
Their next destination brought them to the site of a large office complex, at the heart of the city. It was no surprise that the villain behind the viral attacks were targeting the most concentrated of places, and the casualties were in the several hundreds. They parked nearby and jogged their way to the scene, passing by numerous people.
"Status report." The canine demanded of the nearest police officer, who stood near the entrance to the massive building. The officer turned, his goat-like face blinking in surprise at the appearance of a renowned superhero and the child with him.
"Many casualties, Mr. Top Dog, sir. It looks as if the gas had dissipated, but those infected are getting worse," He grimaced. "Outliner is in a private room on the ground floor."
"I see." That made Top Dog nervous. The attacks were all instant, and all at the same time. If Outliner was infected, he was likely in a worser condition than Wind Rider. What worried him more was that it was Outliner at all: he was a brute.
"We'll take it from here. See to the other victims. Others should be on their way." The rottweiler informed them, projecting his thoughts several miles away and coordinating with known 'supers' with support powers, directing them towards the central plaza. Grasping Joey by the arm, Top Dog lead him inside, stepping in through the revolving doors.
ALl around them, the wounded and mentally injured lay in heaps, with doctors and nurses, as well as volunteers, seeing to them as they can. A couple of superheroes with healing powers were already on the scene, projecting their abilities onto people's heads. Joey glanced anxiously at the wounded, before Top Dog lead him into a room at the bank, with a blank, wooden door.
Sitting at the far end of the room, slumped on a sizeable firm couch, was the scariest superhero that Joey had every laid his eyes upon. He was an anthropomorphic pig, clad in nothing but a pair of shiny blue boots and tight-fitting spandex wrestling underwear. His muscular body was riddled with a series of interlocking, maze-like tattoos that made it difficult to see his pink skin underneath.
"He's scary..." Joey mumbled as Top Dog strode across the room, standing over the pig and reaching his hand down. He peeled back one of the man's eyelids and grunted.
"He's sedated. I'm guessing he was so out of it that he was attacking people." The rottweiler surmised, and the young rodent straightened up a little, feeling a stab of fear within his stomach. He stepped slightly closer and watched the sleeping pig for a moment, examining his bulging muscles and slightly hanging gut. He was in shape, but in a 'muscle-gut' kind of way.
"We'd better get started. Regardless of how boisterous he can be, he's a key asset, and we need him in fighting condition." The canine turned towards his rodent companion, and the colour drained from Joey's face at the thought of pleasing the monstrous brute. Top Dog could sense the doubt in the boy's eyes, much like before. Realising the cub needed a bit of encouragement, the canine stepped over and placed a hand on his shoulder, urging him forwards.
"There isn't much time. If we don't do something soon, we might lose his mind forever. Please, Restorative Rodent." He used his superhero name, and the cub shivered with delight at the thought of being useful and a famous superhero. He looked up at Top Dog, who wordlessly squeezed his shoulder. With a shaky nod, the cub began to unzip his jumpsuit behind his back, letting it fall around his shoulders. Whilst he did that, the canine stepped over and forced down the pig's wrestling underwear.
"He's bigger than the other guy." The rat mumbled, staring wide-eyed at the sheer size of the pig's well-hung member, flopped down between his legs and resting on his inner right thigh. Top Dog arched his eyebrow in response to the rodent's remark, and Joey felt the colour quickly flush to his cheeks. He hadn't meant to say it out loud before. Like before, he was a little scared, but he was also filled with a new-found pride. He was sure that what he was about to do would make a difference. Like Top Dog had said, some heroes make sacrifices for the greater good.
The method to get started was more or less the same. Joey placed his hands on the member, standing just by the couch with his jumpsuit, as well as his underwear, placed to the side. Top Dog paid close attention to the door, going so far as to lean against it to stop anyone barging in unnecessarily.
Slowly but surely, Joey stroked his hands over the length, peeling back the foreskin to expose the head completely. He could feel it growing in his hands slowly, but clearly not as fast as Wind Rider, who was ready to go in a matter of moments. A shred of doubt crossed the cub's face and he turned around, pushing his rear end up against the cock and grinding his cheeks against the cock. That seemed to prove more effective; the stimulation of his ass grinding against the man's impressive cock urged it to grow faster, until it was inevitably half mast, twitching against the 11 year old's behind.
Joey could feel a tingling in his stomach, a spark of excitement that encouraged him to go further. It wasn't just his motivation to be a good superhero driving him this time; he found himself oddly attractive to the large pig, and attracted to that sizeable cock. His senses were heightened and he felt irrevocably drawn to the thought of riding it, to the point where healing him was an afterthought.
He raised his hips up, reaching a hand back to clasp the member and wedging the cock firmly between his cheeks, letting the end of his prod against his sticky behind. His now used pucker still oozed slightly with the seed from Wind Rider, and he was sure that it would prove to be enough lubricant. He wondered if he was being a little too cocky, yet he found himself doing it anyway, grunting with the exertion as he pushed his ass down, his red ring stretching to accommodate the pig's thick length. The head was quickly swallowed up by his behind and the rat boy huffed quietly, propping up a leg onto the couch to balance himself as he pushed his hips down further.
Already, his healing powers were going to work, the surge of healing rushing down the pig's cock and spreading throughout his body. Unfortunately for the rodent, the healing properties of his mending aura was far more effective on the sedative that had kept the pig knocked out, rather than the virus. The man was already beginning to stir after just a few moments as the sedative rapidly wore off, but the virus still lingered, his mind a maze of jumbled thoughts. Joey quietly sighed amidst the dull pain and aching pleasure, pushing his hips down and balancing himself with his paw and a free hand. He slowly began to slide his hips up and down as the pig's eyes blearily opened, greeted to the sight in front of him.
"Whuh..." The pig mumbled quietly, his eyes lidding over for a moment as the initial feelings of pleasure began to swim through his system, and his body instantly reacted. His cock throbbed powerfully and a thick, plentiful glob of pre-cum oozed from his member, aiding the cub's gentle bouncing and causing some fluids to leak down his member, coating it in a thin film of substances. Joey's inner muscles squeezed like a vice, and a stray hand reached down to stroke his own small, 4 inch cock, his cheeks quickly growing flushed.
Outliner lay there for a little longer as the feelings in his body began to return to him, the sedative wearing off almost completely and giving him full function of his limbs. He reached up a shaky hand and curled it around the rat boy's hip, gripping to him tightly. The cub froze immediately, a shiver running up his spine as he felt the digits digging into his flesh, gripping him harder than necessary. With one sharp, swift tug, the rat's behind was forced down, and the pig thrust himself up to the hilt, meeting the cub halfway. Joey let out a weak gasp of surprise as he felt the cock sliding right into him, to the point where he even felt a small bulge in his stomach. His cock wildly twitched from the sudden pleasure of the cock probing against his prostate, which seemed to intensify the healing process.
Suddenly, the pigman sat up, his free arm wrapping around the cub's body as he flipped them, much to Top Dog's surprise. Joey let out a cry of alarm as the two of them flipped over, and the cub soon found himself pressed face-down against the cushioned couch, the weight of the pig atop him and the cock still firmly buried inside of him. A grunt escaped the delirious super's mouth as he hunched over, pressing the weight of himself on the boy completely. He tugged his hips back, sliding his member from the boy's behind and propping himself up with a knee. Joey forced himself up onto his elbows just in time for the pig to thrust down, sliding from tip to base in one fell swoop.
The rat cried out again in surprise, taken aback by the sudden rough change in position and tact. He knew now that he was no longer in control, but Top Dog didn't see fit to interrupt them. He remained standing across the other side of the room, watching with a dark expression, his arms folded over his chest. Outliner tugged back and thrust again, starting into a slow, steady rhythm of hard thrusts. He slid up to halfway back and pounded down into the cub's body, assaulting his prostate and slapping his thick, meaty balls against the cub's grape-sized ones.
The pig began to mutter all manner of obscenities with his rough thrusts, completely overwhelmed with the carnal need to fuck and hump. Joey had no choice but to bear it, and much to his surprise, he didn't have to last for long. Even as the pig thrust down into him, the man's grunts were growing more laboured, his humps growing irregular as the cub's behind spasmed and squeezed around the length, clenched firmly around every available inch of the man's length. The once quiet atmosphere quickly became audible with the wet sounds of their sex with the cub's quiet whimpers, accompanied by those feral grunts from his 'lover'.
Joey began to feel a tell-tale warmth in his stomach after not too long, yet the pigman continued to thrust regardless, driven by his pleasure and pleasure alone. The wet squelching of their lewd session grew wetter and wetter, and Joey even began to feel gooey dribbles of cum seeping down his taint and onto his balls, where it was messily squishing between the pig's slapping sack and his own balls, leaving nothing but wet tendrils hanging between them.
"Oh fuck, oooh fuck..." The pig began to slow down as his words finally returned to him, his back arched somewhat and his breathing heavy. He leant up slightly and sighed, panting as he hung his head, his eyes closed. After a moment, his mind caught up with what was happening and he snapped his eyes open, staring down at the flushed cub beneath him. He jumped back with a start, staggering backwards and withdrawing from the cub completely.
"Glad to have you back with us, Outliner." Top Dog spoke from across the room, and the pig turned his head just in time to see the rottweiler slipping his phone into his pocket. Joey hadn't even noticed that Top Dog had been recording them, and he suddenly felt rather embarrassed. The air had gone from his lungs somewhat and he lay draped across the couch, breathing heavily.
"Top Dog! What the...the hell did you make me do?!" The man explained, looking down at his body and then to his hands, snapping his gaze from the cub, towards his body, towards the canine, and then back again.
"What was necessary. You were in a state of completely mental breakdown: I had Restorative Rodent here bring you back from the brink of losing your own mind. You should be thanking him." The canine remarked with a calm expression. The pig gritted his teeth, overcome with guilt and rage. The tattoos on his body swirled and changed and his eyes grew dark.
"You made me...?!" He couldn't even get the words out, bringing his hands to his head in utter shock. He knew what he had done: the evidence was clear, and he knew what Top Dog was like.
"You bastard. You set this up!" The pig roared, taking Joey by surprise. The rat rolled up and shifted into a sitting position, placing his hands on his knees and feeling a sense of guilt of his own.
"Calm yourself, Outline," Top Dog insisted, twisting his head to the location of incoming thoughts. "There's no time. This wasn't the only place hit: I need you down at the Elementary School on Brook Avenue. Your son studies there, doesn't he? Wouldn't want him in any danger."
"Grr... Explain yourself first, you conniving piece of s--" The pig began, freezing when the canine drew his phone from his pocket. The pig clenched his teeth. Top Dog was correct: his son did study there, even on a saturday, where he took part in extracirricular activities. He didn't even know how Top Dog knew about his son: he had never talked about him.
"Please," The canine implored. "I'll use this if I have to. Go and save some lives, and your son, rather than arguing with me."
"You..." The pig gritted his teeth and turned from the man, striding across the room and snatching up his underwear. He looked at the rodent, his eyes brimming with an apology, before he turned and stormed across the room, tugging on his underwear as he went. Top Dog quickly stepped aside to allow him out the door.
Joey and the canine exchanged a glance. Joey wasn't sure what to say.
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The viral attack had Joey and Top Dog running around the entire city, moving from incident to incident and providing help where it was needed. Much to Joey's surprise-- and a little to his relief-- not all the incidents involved him performing lewd acts in order to vastly heal supers to full strength. Instead, most of it was spent sitting around some of the victims and passively healing them just by being present, which seemed to work wonders. He met some interesting people, and Top Dog was kind enough to keep him company, though he spent a good deal of it silently relaying his thoughts back and forth to other sites.
As the sun began to set, Top Dog offered the rodent an early dinner, stopping by a fast food place. The young rat required a little more food than most because of the organs in his body that produced the healing aura left him a little drained after a long day. His metabolism made up for the extra food, which was why he stayed so boyishly thin.
They returned to Top Dog's office, which sat in a fancy high-rise building near the centre of town. Ceiling-high windows overlooked the city beneath them and a mahogany desk sat filled to the grim with various papers. Top Dog was, in essence, a master strategist, so it didn't surprise Joey in the least that he spent most of his time researching.
"Who's this?" Joey remarked, sipping his drink through a straw as he picked up a small photo that sat on Top Dog's desk. He turned towards the man, watching as the canine strode across the room to survey the city below. He glanced out the corner of his eye at the photo and smiled a little.
"A younger me in high school, just before graduation. I keep it as a reminder of why I wanted to be a superhero and use my powers for good. I was young and impressionable back then, but I had that spark of heroics in me. Whenever I look at that photo, I'm reminded of that same heroism, the twinkle in my eye. The same twinkle that is in yours."
Joey stared at the canine with a wide-eyed expression, overcome with a sense of awe and pride at the man in front of him. If Top Dog was planning to set himself up at the boy's mentor, then he was doing an exceptional job at it. Even still, it was hard to read the man's expression.
"I want to be a good superhero. But today, that was..." The rat boy trailed off, setting his drink down on the desk on one of the conveniently placed coasters, feeling anxiety bubble up in his stomach. The canine strode over, gently placing a hand on the boy's shoulder in encouragement.
"It must have been quite different from what you're used to, but did you see how much power you had? You revived someone who's mind was a mess in a matter of minutes. You brought them back to their senses where doctors were unable. Your gift is something to be valued. I just want you to understand the extent of your abilities. Some of our own comrades, Insulon and Veritas, and likely more have gone missing, potentially abducted...if that's the case, we need you to help them, and for that we need you in top form."
"Y...Yes, sir," The boy nodded. "I just wish there was another way."
"And if there isn't? Will you sacrifice what is necessary?" The canine asked, and Joey stared up at him, his eyes wide once again. Top Dog could see the conviction, and the doubt, hidden behind those eyes.
"Allow me to show you." Top Dog murmured, reaching down and hooking his hands in under the cub's armpits, as he had done earlier that way. He hoisted the boy up onto the edge of his desk, and he stood in between the cub's legs, sliding a hand around the boy's lower back and pulling him in. Some might have called it romantic, and the boy certainly thought so, his body quivering against the man's touch.
"To truly master the sacrifice you have to make, you'll need to master those nerves of yours. Perhaps I can help." Top Dog suggested, sliding his free hand down the boy's side and towards his crotch. He firmly pushed his palm against the crotch of the cub's jumpsuit, and the rat boy let out a quiet sigh, sliding his hips forward against the man's body. His tail swept down and curled around his own ankle, the boy's lip quivering as he bit down on it with his sizeable teeth.
The rat boy quietly sighed as the rottweiler's hand slipped up towards the zipper on the cub's back, catching it between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled it down and let the jumpsuit fall around the cub's shoulders. The man's hand slipped upwards and he touch the bare fure of the cub's body, around his collarbone and neck.
"Mmh..." Joey didn't know what to say, but he knew what he wanted to do. He slowly reached out his hand, trailing it across the man's catsuit and down towards his crotch, managing to touch with the outline of his bulge. It pulsed against his hand for a moment or two, and Joey couldn't help but give it a couple of firm strokes.
"You like that?" Top Dog asked quietly, and he saw the boy slowly nod. With a sly grin, the canine took a step back, reaching up and peeling the catsuit from his body. It was considerably tight and form-fitting, but it was easy enough to remove, albeit with some effort. Joey watched as the canine exposed his chiselled chest and athletic body, followed by his manly hips and the thick, growing sheath that sat between his legs. Joey tilted his head for just a moment, curious to find out what was hidden beneath.
Top Dog observed him for a moment, and the boy quickly realised he was a little overdressed himself. He quickly shimmied out of his own jumpsuit and hooked it around over his rump. He kicked it off of his feet as the rottweiler stepped forwards, standing more or less in the nude with his mask still on, obscuring the majority of his face. He made no motions to remove it, nor did he ask the rat cub to do the same. The man's hand trailed over the boy's aching, twitching cock, still hidden beneath his keyhole boxers, before he dug a finger into the waistband of the garments and forced them down back the cub's hips.
With the boy now fully naked, the rottweiler knew what he wanted. He pushed the boy down against the desk, causing him to lay against the sheets of paper that lay strewn about the surface, and the man spread the boy's legs apart to expose his used pucker and the idly twitching member. Joey stared between his own legs and watched in awe as the tapering tip of the man's cock slipped from his sheath, pulsing to life rather quickly.
Top Dog knew that the boy would be sufficiently loose enough to take him by now. He leant forwards, planting a hand on the boy's hip and the other propped up on the desk, tugging the cub closer. He pushed his hips forward, sliding the end of his canine member between those supple, young cheeks, prodding and poking until he found his mark. He felt the cubs innards relax immediately around the sudden intrusion, and Joey's ass swallowed up the head of his cock without complaint.
With a grunt, the adult thrust forwards, the blood pumping to his member rapidly with the sudden stimulation around his member. He could feel the moist warmth of the cub's insides, still a little wet and sticky with lube and potentially the cum of other men. That didn't bother the man in the slightest, who tugged the cub further down onto his length as he pushed his own hips forwards, burying himself as far as he could go. He could feel Joey's insides spasm and squeeze instinctively around his member, and heard the boy's gentle groans of pleasure.
Neither of them said a word, and they didn't need to. Joey understood what this meant, and he was even a little excited by it, the thought of being fucked by his own mentor. He understood what the man had meant before about mastering his nerves, and understood the implications of what was transpiring, even if he was only 11. He was still a little unsure, but he couldn't deny that pleasure that swam through his body and made his skin tingle in delight. What he hadn't expected, however, with the warmth of a hand wrapping around his own cock.
A throaty groan escaped the cub's lips and the adult canine knew that this was what the boy had needed all along. As he tugged his hips back and began to thrust, he could feel the wild pulsing the boy's cock in his grip, felt the way it violently twitched with every thrust against the boy's prostate. All the sudden exhaustion of the day sudden began to melt away, giving the canine a burst of vigour that caused him to thrust a little faster. Joey soon felt a firm mass pushing against his behind, and though he didn't know what it was, it felt nice. Top Dog, however, knew exactly what it was: his thick, bulbous knot, and he wanted it in the cub's behind.
The room quickly filled with their laboured panting and passionate groans, the mahogany desk creaking with every thrust. The carnal force of their sex made the entire situation almost a little taboo-- although, it was already anyway-- and the sounds made it all the more arousing. Top Dog stared intently down at the cub's flushed face, at the way the rat's cock oozed pre-cum in his hand and at the way his insides clenched and milked.
The canine's heavy grunts soon turned into lustful, aroused pants, his knot squishing against the boy's behind, eager to tie with his ass and empty his balls. He focused on his thrusts, and on his hand around the boy's member, giving the cub a few intense tugs, peeling back his small foreskin and watching the way the pre-cum trickled down to sticky his hand. He could tell that the boy was close, given that his moans were growing more and more intense. Joey's moans soon began to reach their peak and his body began to tremble with pleasure.
"I'm cumming...!" He warned the canine, and that only encouraged Top Dog to quicky pump his hand up and down, rapidly jerking off the cub's member as the rat arched his back and gasped. Tiny strings of cum spurted from the boy's cock, staining his own stomach and dribbling down onto the rottweiler's hand, clinging between his fingers. He could feel the boy's spasming clenches around his own cock, and the man thrust, a snarl escaping his lips.
With a sharp tug of the boy's hips and a powerful thrust, he felt the cub's innards loosen and his red ring stretch to accommodate his thick knot. The boy gasped weakly with a moment and let out a quiet hiss, before the worst of the girth had passed. With a satisfying squelch, the canine's knot slipped into the boy's behind completely, tying with him.
"Fff..." The canine growled, leaning forwards and propping a knee up onto the desk. He planted both hands on the mahogany surface and violently thrust, the desk creaking under their weight as he tugged on his own knot, coaxing himself to his orgasm. He shook powerfully and let out a long, throaty sigh, his knot swelling inside the boy. With a shudder, he orgasmed, thick gooey spurts of cum splattering along the cub's insides, his member pulsing inside of the boy's ass and his balls tucking up against his body, quivering with each violent throb.
Joey weakly wrapped his ankles around the man's body and he panted, laying his head back and closing his eyes, lost in the pleasure of their sex. He had spent most of the day edged on the precipice of orgasm, unable to cum due to the urgency of the situation, it felt good for someone to get him off. Top Dog moved his leg back and stood weakly on his feet, tugging the cub's hips closer to him to get comfortable.
"So what do you say, Restorative Rodent?" The man asked, and Joey tilted his head in confusion. "Will you allow me to teach you to be a hero?"
Joey's eyes widened and twinkled with delight, and a happy grin spread across his face. He eagerly nodded, and the canine smiled.
All was going according to plan.