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The dust settled in the old abandoned warehouse. Fractured concrete made up large swaths of the walls and floor, and laid out almost randomly were knocked out figures wearing masks and helmets, of all the same approximate build. Above them stood two muscular males in far more colorful, body-snug suits, both wearing a domino mask across the top of their faces.

Pyctoral casually flexed, and the debris that had heavily dusted his costume sank in and left him looking pristine. The lupine was left standing tall. His muscular form was tightly clung to by the majorly red material, appearing to strain at the flex. He relaxed, and smiled to his fellow super.

Phasian, who was similarly dusted after their recent tussle with what seemed like an army of goons, simply appeared to grow translucent for a moment, letting the debris fall through him to the floor. Once it had settled the stallion returned to corporeality and casually strode over to his ally. "We really need to talk about your diet one day." He quipped with a smile, his mane somehow just as smoothly draped along one side of his head and neck as before the fight.

With a barking laugh, Pyctoral put his fists on his hips, the pose highlighting his inverted triangle of a torso by pressing his pecs out and shoulders back. His pecs were especially highlighted by the triangular window showing off the crease between them without any of the red material in the way. "Wow, how long have you been holding onto that one?"

"Long enough." The equine smirked, and placed one of his thick, hoofish fingers to the hem of his own suit on his throat, where there was an almost imperceptible bulge. With the light pressure there, he activated the hidden microphone. "Pyctoral and I need some help detaining a large number of unconscious henchmen, or else we're gonna be here all day."

Both supers heard the reply come in through their earpieces. "Sending the clean-up squad to your location."

"That's not a very polite thing to call the constabulary." Phasian playfully scolded the voice on the other end.

Pyctoral grinned. "Well, it keeps them out of trouble."

"They really should have something better to do other than clean up after us." The horse started walking towards the only door left that wasn't blocked by debris of some sort. His torso was less triangular than his ally's, his chest and back about the same width as his waist, though the muscles were no less defined.

Following, the lupine casually swayed his tail behind him, folding his hands behind his head in another pose that accentuated the way his broad chest narrowed down to his waist and hips before his powerful legs continued to the floor. "Think we have some time to clean up some of the debris so there's more than one door?"

Phasian opened the door and paused, before turning to look at the wolf. "You know what, we should-"

Time seemed to slow down, as an enormous concrete sphere swung into view through the doorway. Pyctoral could only reach out an arm and start to shout before impact.

The horse, distracted, didn't see it coming. The wrecking ball slammed into the doorway, breaking the frame and colliding with Phasian's back. For a moment it looked like he'd managed to go intangible in time, but his translucent body was flung across the warehouse, unconscious.

Pyctoral dashed over to try to help his prone comrade, but the intangible body flew right through one of the damaged walls. Gritting his teeth, the wolf put his fists out in front of him, and the fur laid down as he gave his body the physical qualities of steel. He brought both fists together as a point and ducked his head down between his thick arms. The brushed steel wolf pierced through the wall, and he tucked and rolled on the other side. As he got back up, his body returned to its normal flesh and blood appearance, and he looked around rapidly.

There, floating in the middle of the alley on the far side of the warehouse wall was Phasian, still unconscious and still appearing intangible.

The wolf recognized this. It was a defense mechanism, to keep Phasian safe when he was injured. However, it only worked against physical assaults and was useless against energy-based attacks.

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"Here, eat this." Phasian held out a translucent white block to Pyctoral between two thick hoofish fingers.

The wolf took it and perked at just how light the object was. "What is it?"

"Aerogel. It's the world's least dense solid." The Frisian casually ran his hand through his draping mane as he turned away. "If, for any reason, you need to touch me while I'm intangible, it's your best bet."

"Woah." Pyctoral looked over the small sample reverently. "This..."

The horse chuckled. "Hey, if I can't trust my partner out there, who can I trust?" He looked back over his shoulder.

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Closing his eyes, the wolf mentally went through his catalogue of materials he'd consumed. Finding the small sample, he focused, and in a ripple across his body, his fur was replaced by a diffuse white, near intangible material.

Pyctoral opened his eyes and took a step, nearly stumbling. He was used to lugging around his body when it was denser than normal, but this was different. The lightest touch nearly sent him up into the air.

Up above, the sound of hydraulics caught his attention. The construction crane. Of course.

That wrecking ball had to come from somewhere.

The wolf looked up to see if the cab on the crane had line of sight with the alley. He couldn't see the cab, but that didn't mean the operator didn't have a spotter. He shuffled his boots against the ground to keep from producing too much upward force as he moved to Phasian's side.

"This had better work..." He reached out with his white, translucent hands, and carefully brought them down on the unconscious horse's wrist.

There was resistance. He exhaled slowly, and then began to gently guide the unconscious super out of the alley, shuffling his feet as he went. If he squeezed too tightly, he felt his fingers press through the intangible form and had to release to regain his grip. He had no idea how it was working, but it was, and that was all that mattered.

So far, there was no indication that the crane operator had found them, and he slipped as stealthily as he could around the side of the building, further from the threat. Placing two fingers to his collar he sighed. "Inform the police that there are still active threats in the area. Someone has control of a crane and is swinging a wrecking ball around. It's not safe."

"Oh come on, that's no trouble for you to deal with. You'll have it neutralized by the time they arrive." The voice at dispatch replied.

Pyctoral growled. "Phasian's down, unconscious. I'm not going to leave him vulnerable."

The sound of hydraulic pumps rumbling and metal creaking surged again. The building across from where they'd hidden received a hole in it courtesy of the wrecking ball. The operator was shooting in the dark for where they'd gone. Good, but that would only protect them so long.

Focusing carefully, the wolf turned one of his hands to plastic while leaving the rest of his body aerogel. He rubbed his plastic hand over the surface of his suit repeatedly. "Hope this works..." He extended a plastic finger to the side of Phasian's head, next to the ear.

He approached slowly, and then, barely perceptible, a bolt of built up static electricity connected the two.

Phasian yelped, turning tangible and starting to fall.

Thinking quickly, Pyctoral turned his whole body to some soft padding he'd consumed with an eye towards minimizing impacts in the past, and got under the horse. He let out a groan as the other super compressed him against the broken asphalt of the alley.

Phasian shifted weakly, trying to raise an arm and then letting it drop. "Ugh... Was that... what was that? I feel like I got hit with a truck."

The wrecking ball struck another nearby wall, closer this time.

"Can you move?" Pyctoral spoke urgently.

The horse twitched his ear. "I... I don't think I can, yet."

"There's no time to let you recover... unless..." The wolf swallowed. "You trust me, right?"

"Yes." Phasian looked up at his partner, having rarely seen the lupine appear so serious before.

Returning to his flesh and blood form, the wolf drew the equine up into an embrace, carefully turning him over so his head was resting up against the curve of his broad chest. "I'm gonna take care of you, then I'm gonna deal with this punk." He placed the palm of his hand against the back of Phasian's head, and gently pressed.

The horse's eyes widened as his muzzle pressed between the forms of the broad pectorals that nearly filled his vision. He saw the warm smile from his partner up above, and the powerful muscles squeezing down, making it impossible for him to ask what was happening.

Pyctoral used his other hand to gently peel the domino mask off of his partner's face, averting his eyes politely, before the hand at the back of his head pressed the horse's full face into the embrace of the deep crevice of his chest.

Squirming weakly, Phasian tried to ask what was happening, but the tension was too much. His ear twitched, and he heard a swallow. He could just get his eye in position to see a lump travel down the wolf's throat.

"I don't just store the qualities of materials you know. I can store objects in pristine condition. You'll get your gear back just the way it was..." The lupine rumbled softly, and with a finger began to part the horse's suit, with a grace that came as a surprise. "And... well... I can also store people. You'll be safe to recover within me, then I'll be free to deal with the crane."

Trying to process this information, the horse twitched his ears a little, and then, slowly, nodded as best he could.

Pyctoral flexed, and the rest of the horse's head vanished into his chest. He bit back a groan, and busied himself with peeling the super suit off of Phasian. Once he had it off arms and torso. He gently twisted the equine in his embrace, and pulled. The shoulders of his partner slid against the top and bottom of his stretched pec window as they started to sink into the grey furred crevice.

Inside, Phasian felt warmth, and distantly, the sonic waltz of his partner's heart, elevated, but not panicked. The horse sighed. He'd have a long talk with the wolf after all of this, but for now, he just focused on the sensation of being enveloped by his partner. His body was thankfully still in shock, and the pain wasn't really setting in yet, so all he could really feel was the intense warmth, crawling down his neck, then his shoulders. His bare chest felt cold only for a moment before it too was eclipsed by the welcoming body of his partner. The equine whickered softly, but he was sure he was too deep to be heard by now.

It was not long before the lupine had the horse's hips pressing up to his chest. He bit his lip as he started to peel the suit the rest of the way down his partner's powerful legs. He was being reminded why he didn't do this usually. His own suit was straining, not just because of how broad his chest was growing from the sheer mass vanishing into his pectorals, but from the tent at his groin. He huffed, finally having the horse naked, and worked those hips out of sight, panting with his jaws left slack. Surely he didn't feel... no... no time for that. Pyctoral started to carefully fold up the super suit with his hands while his chest flexed, 'gulping' a couple inches of a time without the added pressure from his arms.

Softly groaning, the horse shifted his legs. The warmth and just how little the muscles around him would let him move were both getting to him. It wasn't in the way he thought, though. He'd never been claustrophobic, being able to just escape any enclosed space with ease, but there was something very attractive about this prison he was sinking into. It wasn't until his hips had descended into the crevice that he realized just how his body was reacting to this attraction. A blush came to Phasian's cheeks, and he wondered if the lupine noticed that he was getting an erection. Maybe he was politely trying to ignore it in the seriousness of the situation.

Once Pyctoral had the suit nicely folded into a small bundle, he opened his mouth and stuffed it in like a burrito. His cheeks bulged, and then he swallowed, the high tech material distending his throat. Another swallow and the bulge was leaving his throat again, and he let out a low sigh. He stroked the calves still jutting from his chest reassuringly. "Almost got you fully tucked in. Wiggle if you're still okay."

After a heart-stopping couple of seconds, the horse wiggled both hooves in the air. Deep inside, Phasian's world was heat and the steady beat of his partner's heart. The sound of the wolf's voice was present, but muffled and hard to make out with the rest of the information the body was feeding directly into his ears. Adding to his distraction, the equine hearing that series of deep swallows up above had just hammered home the idea that he was being consumed, and his addled mind was on the edge of overjoyed to be reminded that.

Sighing with relief, the wolf placed both hands onto his partner's hooves and pulled, drawing them in far faster than his chest was achieving on his own. This time he couldn't hold back the groan. When his hands moved away just those hooves were visible in the deep crevice.

Those hooves were all Phasian could move. On one hand this was frustrating. His libido was telling him to needily grind his horsehood into the snug inner walls of his partner's pecs, to chase the pleasure to release. On the other, it was just adding to the alluring nature of his predicament, being so tightly held, immobile, knowing that his partner was strong enough to keep him held still like this.

Outside, the wolf's straining arousal was fully visible through his suit, pressed against his abs. The tip was nearly to the lower corner of the triangular pec window, leaving a dark spot in his suit. Pyctoral grunted, pushing himself to standing. He braced one forearm against a wall as his fingers on his other hand dug into that corner and tugged the elastic material down firmly, enough for his pulsing canine shaft to jut away from his body and out towards the wall. Another flex and the hooves were gone from sight. The excessive swelling in his chest surged for a moment, before the next flex compacted things back towards their proper size.

No longer able to feel the cool air in the soft frogs of his hooves, the horse shuddered. He was on the edge, leaking slick against the powerful muscles that were holding him in place. Then the pressure somehow increased further. Logically, this should have crushed his body, but nothing of the sort happened. The heat intensified, and overtook his sensations one by one. The intensity set off the trapped superhero, releasing his climax just before he faded from consciousness.

Pyctoral howled, as the sensation surging through his body sent ropes of his seed from the tip of his shaft against the wall of the building he was leaning against. He could feel Phasian, so deep inside of his body. "Guh..." He rode out his peak, shuddering until the ropes were reduced to a strand connecting the tip of his member to the ground, and then that broke off. "If you were wondering why I don't use this ability often..." He wasn't sure if Phasian was still awake, but he spoke to him anyway. "Well, that's why." He ground his fingers against the underside of his shaft to milk free any postcum, before reaching into his suit to tuck his spent shaft into as subtle a shape as he could manage in his current state. When he was done his pec window was spread out over more of his still larger than normal chest, and at his groin it looked like he'd decided to wear a codpiece under his suit, but it was as good as he could do at short notice.

The wolf struck his fist into his opposite palm. This time the metal he chose to become was a lighter one. Titanium. Bolting back to where he could see the crane itself, Pyctoral caught sight of the ball starting to be winched up to prepare for another swing. He changed direction and leapt up. Grasping the industrial pin connecting the ball to the pulleys and tethers, he yanked powerfully.

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Hours later, at the medical bay, Phasian drifted awake. Glancing around he was at first worried whether his mask was on, but he soon recognized it as a secure facility. He turned his head, and saw his partner sitting and reading something on a holographic display. "Hey."

The wolf jumped at the sound, twisting away from the display to look at the hospital bed. "You're awake! I was worried I'd made things worse. Doctor said the opposite though."

The horse tried to shift his elbows to sit up, but he still didn't have the strength to, and stopped trying. "It was really... uh... hot."

"Yeah, my core temperature is pretty high due to my metabolism." The broad chested super replied, before continuing. "It turns out, when I 'store' a person, then release them, they come out healthier than they went in. It's not an instant get better solution or anything, but it stabilized you and, apparently, reversed the bone fractures you had sustained."

Phasian rolled his eyes a little, but smiled. "I was hitting on you, meathead." He murmured affectionately.

Pyctoral sat upright, a blush flaring onto his cheeks. "W-what?"

The incapacitated horse nodded. "Having a hard time deciding whether I wanna crawl back in there or just ask for a pecjob, honestly."

Jaw dropped, the wolf stared, his blush having traveled all the way up into his ears. After a few moments of this he spoke again. "What kind of Nightingale syndrome is this...?" Pyctoral shifted in his seat. The thought of reclaiming his partner like that was causing things to stir again.

"At the time I hoped you hadn't noticed... but... uh... I got off from what you did." Phasian confessed. "And now I'm a little sad you didn't notice..."

Fidgeting, the wolf looked away. He had his own confession. "I... uh... I think I didn't notice because I was getting off to it too." He put one of his hands over his face with a soft whimper. "That's why I don't use my powers like that, usually. It feels too good and I can't focus."

"How long was I stored?" The horse glanced around for a clock.

Rubbing his face, Pyctoral slowly turned back to face his partner. "About two hours I'd say."

With a weak grin, the equine waggled an eyebrow. "If you can fix bones in that amount of time, will staying overnight make me recover fully?"

The wolf felt a pulse travel through his body, ricocheting between his groin and his chest. "Well, it can't hurt, can it..?"