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A Pair of Apocalyptic Adventurers

Part 2

For Rain-Horse

By Draconicon

The one positive to being captured by the Corpo forces was that the journey through the Wastes sped up. Admittedly, that was all done in the back of a transport that had no light coming in from the outside, baked the passengers like an oven, and left Bade a shriveled prune of himself by the time that the door finally opened again, but hey, beggars weren't choosers. The white and red fox gasped for breath when he was finally released from the hot-box, falling to his knees as soon as he was pulled from the transport.

"Ah...ah..."

"We were only in there for eight hours," Lilura said, stepping out behind him.

"Eight days! It felt like eight days!"

"A little decorum wouldn't hurt."

"How are you not dead?!"

"Practice."

One of the armored thugs pulled him up by the wrist restraints he'd been fitted with, pressing the fox's hands to the small of his back. He groaned as he was made to stand on legs that wanted to do anything but, only for his eyes to go wide at what stood before him.

He recognized the spire that lunged towards the skyline in the distance. It was the Tower of the Green Shard, the headquarters the Green Light Corporation, an organization that ruled over not just one, but a dozen different settlements. The tower itself, laced with green lines running from the ground to the tip, pulsed with that same light, almost like it was oozing it over the city proper.

If there was a term for how it looked, it could only be 'gross'. It felt like it oozed some sort of semi-solid slime through the air, keeping the heat trapped around the buildings that ranged from old stone to new metal to rusted metal, making everything wet and heated. Breathing felt like he was sucking in misted air, and it made it hard for him to stay awake.

But that tower was only something in the background. The building that they'd been brought to, the one right in front of them, was not so famous. However, the giant green sign glowed with familiar neon light, and named itself for those walking by. 'Jail' wasn't so interesting a name as the Tower of the Green Shard, but it was much more to the point.

"Keep moving, crims."

The Enforcers pushed at them from behind, currently inactive shock-sticks prodding him in the base of his spine. Bade grumbled, taking a few mincing steps forward as he gritted his teeth at the hot sand under his feet.

"Couldn't you have paved the courtyard or something?" he muttered.

They didn't answer, instead jabbing him with a low-level current. The fox yelped, picking up the pace at the clear message.

He rather envied Lilura at that moment. Not because the guards were treating her better, because they weren't. No, it was the fact that she was dressed. He, having been caught naked, was still kept naked, and that meant that his monster cock was still swaying down below, swinging from thigh to thigh since it was too large to entirely disappear, and he gritted his teeth as he was made to march into the Reception room of the jail.

A mink female sat behind a transparent barrier, dressed in a uniform with a green underlayer and gold overlayer. She cocked her head to the side at their approach, her eyes drifting down for a moment before flicking back up.

"Are we dealing with super-predators now?" she asked the Enforcers.

"Picked these two up at a theft site. Charged with theft of company property."

"Oh, dear. We are in trouble, aren't we?"

The mink's smile made it clear that she was anything but sympathetic. She turned halfway to her right, tapping on a holo-screen. The projector flickered, like most technology did these days. The ones that worked were almost entirely the ones under Corpo ownership, if only because they were the only ones to hire enough mechanics to keep the whole system running. Their settlements were safe, alright, but only because of that.

"Let's see, let's see. We have several cells available to rent before sentencing."

Bade huffed. Renting cells. Still thought that was a stupid idea.

"What's the charge?" one of the masked Enforcers asked.

"Anywhere from twenty to two-hundred per night."

"Book him for a hundred-fifty. Company's looking at a loss and they're gonna need the labor."

Bade growled, but for a change, didn't say anything. His mind was too busy racing ahead, trying to think of some way out of this.

Stuck in a Corpo prison, there weren't a lot of options for making a name for yourself, except for either breaking out or becoming the local bitch. Considering how being known as a bitch tended to make it easier to stay a bitch, he really didn't need that one following him around.

Gonna have to think of something brilliant...preferably something awesome, too. I need a good story to clear this stupid thing from my name...

"Gah!"

He yelped as he was shocked from behind again, the electricity passing through his spine and almost knocking him off his feet.

"We got any uniforms?" the Enforcer asked.

"A few. One in her size, none in his."

"None?"

"I don't think anything's hiding that...thing," the mink said, nodding down at Bade's cock. "I swear, that is someone that could do with reduction surgery."

"Can we -"

"Nothing available before the next set of court dates," the mink said, cutting off the Enforcer's question. "All the surgeons are focused on enhancements at the moment, building up the new labor."

"Huh. I thought they'd be busy with the nullifications."

"That's the week after."

"Ah, makes sense." The Enforcer nodded. "So, is he booked?"

"Yep. Take him through to processing, and then we'll take it from there."

Bade felt like he had just been scrubbed to within an inch of his life. He was probably the cleanest that he had ever been, though he wished that feeling wasn't accompanied by a feeling of being more violated than he'd ever been, too. That cavity search might have involved lube, but he was damn sure that it hadn't been enough for that rat's fist.

"Nnnngh..."

He walked with a limp after that, his tail curled tightly around his buttocks, his hands still tied by handcuffs right under his tail. It made it rather difficult to move properly, but the guards weren't giving him any chance to rest, or catch his breath, or anything. Even as he slumped against the metal wall, they shoved him forward, almost knocking him off his feet in the process. He stubbed his toe on the catwalk, too, which only made him more annoyed.

"Give a guy a break, will ya?"

"You'd have been better off killing someone, kid," the guard captain - a one-eyed St. Bernard - said, shaking his head. "Stealing company property. That's a dumb one, kid. Really dumb."

"Ask me if I care."

"Do ya?"

"...More than I should."

"Well, hope ya got something in your accounts. If not, the court's putting you to work for GLC for a looooong time."

That was the other thing that he was worried about. Getting put to work meant that all those plans for adventures were put on hold. Even if he was lucky and he just got a data-entry job somewhere (the Corpos needed people on computers as much as they needed them in the field, after all) he'd still be bound to them, doing the most boring things, probably helping them carry out their dirty work.

Not the sort of life that he wanted.

Not the sort of life that he promised himself.

The guards finally dragged him around to his cell. It was a dingy thing, fitted with a single bed that was bolted to the wall on two sides, with the metal shaved down to smoothness so that there wasn't anywhere for him to get a good grip on it, or a chance to rip it apart. The back wall of the cell was solid metal, and from the look of things, at least two feet thick, with no window, just a vent that allowed some small amount of air from outside to slip in. The cell door was little more than a slab of metal that slid over one cell or the other to the side, and where his cell touched others...

Well, it was clear that they were putting him in the bitch-boi cell, because they were solid walls save for waist-high holes. He narrowed his eyes at them, slowly looking back at the guards. He put on the most confident, shit-eating grin he could manage.

"Hey, you got another cell? My dick's not fitting through those holes."

The guards weren't impressed. The St. Bernard just pointed into the cell, leaving Bade no choice but to back up and acquiesce. As soon as he was inside, the cell door slammed shut in front of him, leaving him naked and alone.

But not for long.

Less than a minute after the cell door sealed shut, he heard movement in the other cells. He gritted his teeth as he realized that there were others that would want to take advantage of those holes, and sure enough -

POP!

It was like someone had just knotted one of the holes, a canine cock sticking through that looked almost as thick as his wrist, and nearly as thick as his own shaft, come to think of it. His eyes went wide, but not as wide as they did when a more tentacle-like cock poked through the other hole of his cell. He turned on the spot, spinning back and forth as he looked at the two shafts mere feet away from him.

Cell that's barely big enough to turn around in...

He was starting to get an idea just what kind of building this 'jail' had been before it had been converted for Corpo interests. He gritted his teeth, knowing what he was expected to do, but...

No. Hell, hell, hell no. He was going to be someone. Not someone's little butt-bitch. He was going to be a well-known terror of the Wastes, an accomplished fox, not someone's stereotypical fuck-toy. He was Bade. And as that, he would...bide his time.

...Gotta think of a better catchphrase, he thought, sitting down on the bed. It was hard to find a comfortable spot with his arms pulled behind his back like that, but he eventually managed to get into a place where it didn't feel like his limbs were being pulled from his sockets. He closed his eyes and looked for sleep inside his eyelids. Eventually, he must have found it, because the complaints from the other cells died off.

Unfortunately, he was not given a good chance to recover. It couldn't have been more than three hours before -

SPLASH!

"Ah! Ah! COLD!"

The sudden 'relief' from the heat of the day was not so relieving when it came in the form of chunks of ice in water slamming with all possible force against his back. Feeling like his spine had just become a garden of bruises, the fox rolled himself to the side, looking over his shoulder at his attackers.

One was the St. Bernard from earlier, while the other was a more official-looking male. They were quite the contrast; the St. Bernard stood nearly seven feet tall, while the raccoon in a tight suit might have poked just over five feet if he had been wearing platform shoes. As it stood, he was still the one to catch the eye, considering the green pins along the front of his suit that marked him out as an executive of GLC.

"Mr. Bade. No last name?" the raccoon asked.

"...Not at the moment."

"Hmmph. Look into that," the raccoon told the guard captain. "Regardless. You have been slacking on your quotas."

"The hell are you talking about?"

"Quotas, Mr. Bade. Quotas. There are expectations of those that are in our prisons, and until you take your aptitude tests, you will be expected to deliver on the lowest common denominator of need."

"...In English?" Bade asked.

"Sex, Mr. Bade. There is a reason that you are in this cell rather than one of the many others. Without any clear skills in...anything..." The raccoon shook his head dismissively. "Regardless. You will service the men that present to you. You will achieve an orgasm rate starting at twenty per day -"

"The fuck?!"

"And you will do this with a smile." The raccoon drew a smile across his own face, though his lips refused to move. "Do we understand each other?"

The fox jumped to his feet, growling deep in his throat. Of all the stupid, twisted -

Bzzzzt.

And just like that, a shock-baton was nearly grinding off his muzzle. He stared down at it, his eyes widening for a moment before he stepped back from the captain's weapon. The raccoon didn't even flinch.

"Do we understand each other, Mr. Bade?" the raccoon repeated.

"...Yeah. Sure."

"Splendid." The raccoon didn't smile, of course. He was pretty sure that smiles were forbidden by Corpo law in anyone above managerial roles. The executive did, however, turn to the guard captain. "Captain Tisk. You may take your time with this one."

"Thanks, boss."

"Consider it your monthly bonus."

That took some of the smile off the St. Bernard's face. Probably was looking forward to some chits this time around, and now the boss had found a way to avoid paying out. Disappointing, but not disappointing enough to give the 'reward' back.

The raccoon left the cell, and the St. Bernard put the shock-baton against the wall behind him, effectively electrifying every wall in the room. Bade leaned away from them, groaning as his arms throbbed with discomfort.

"Don't suppose that you could take these off?" he asked, nodding at the handcuffs.

"Not a chance, crim."

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

"More importantly, you got one, and it's free."

"Come on. You don't have to do that...we could just...you know..."

"Pretend?" Captain Tisk chuckled. "Not a chance. I'm not wasting my bonus when it's all I'm getting. And besides, a hole's a hole."

He had been afraid of that. The fox gritted his teeth, but slowly slid back to the bed, lowering his arms to it. This was a one-time thing, he told himself. One-time, and then he'd be back to trying to escape this place. Just a little bit of buggery to get through, and then he could go back to being the bad-ass that was going to put this prison behind him and -

"Ahhhhh!"

He gasped, huffing at the heat from that cock as it flopped out on his ass cheeks. Oh, god. It had been a long time since he'd taken anything like that. Was this going to be one of those things where he ended up getting broken by a dick? He really hoped not. That would be a really bad story, and he -

"Nnngh..."

So much for being someone that might be able to seduce someone with their body, either. That might have been a cool story, but fuck; he hadn't taken anything up the ass for a while, and that cock was big. He gritted his teeth, biting down on the mattress as the St. Bernard ground against him, smearing pre-cum against his pucker, testing his resistance every so often. Against his will, Bade found himself loosening up, not something that he wanted to think about right then.

Fucking...fuck...

The stereotype of foxes being the butt-boys of the world was something that he had always bragged about escaping. When he absolutely had to think about being a bottom, then he tried to spin the story of it being him choosing it, not that he was forced into it. That he was a force of nature that nobody could keep up with, not someone that had no choice but to listen to their instincts.

Of course, all of that was rendered moot by a prison rut like this.

"Nnngh!"

Bade groaned through his teeth as the St. Bernard finally managed to push the tip of his cock past the fox's rim. It was hot, alright, hotter than any of the other dicks that he had taken so long ago, and a hell of a lot hotter than that toy that Lilura had used on him when he had asked her for a tumble. Only way that she was getting with him at the time, according to her.

She wasn't this fucking BIG, though!

The dog was just getting bigger, too, the further in he went. One thrust, two, three, the inches sinking in, and that pre-cum was not at all like any kind of lube that he would have actually preferred. He would have taken anything to get away from this, but fucking Christ, he was taking it dry. Five inches so far, and the knot was nowhere near his hole just yet.

Fuck...fuck...fuck...

He was wheezing against the covers as he took it, the pressure on his prostate forcing his sensitive cock forward. He wasn't oozing pre or anything, but the oversized member was still creeping across the bottom of the bed. Bade groaned, trying not to think about that, but then -

Bzzzz.

The electrified wall.

His eyes went wide as he realized that his cock was growing closer and closer to the electrified metal. The fox tried to push back, to drag himself away from it, but all he managed to do was grind his ass back against that cock. Captain Tisk chuckled.

"You want it that bad, fox?"

"No, it's the wall!"

"You ain't anywhere near it."

"Not up here, I'm not!"

"What, you think you're gonna hump it? Even you ain't that long."

Wrong, so very wrong. He could feel his cock inching across the bottom of the bed, each bit of prostate stimulation making it that much harder. It was so close now that he could feel the heat of the electricity near his cock tip, almost like a haze of warmth that was teasing him about what he might get. The idle shocks of static electricity were almost pleasant.

Almost.

He whimpered, feeling the St. Bernard pressing down on him all the more firmly, locking him in place before slowly pulling back. That thick cock came closer and closer to leaving him, only -

SMACK!

Only to slam right back in and knock him halfway across the bed. His nose was inches from the electric arcs that were dancing over the metal walls, and he could feel it all but caressing his cock. One centimeter more, he was sure, and he'd be getting his dick zapped.

But...

But...

Oh...oh, that's an idea...

He looked over his shoulder, saw that the St. Bernard was grinning. The big guy wasn't paying any attention, which meant that he had a chance. Bade looked back at the wall, bit his lip, and wondered if this was really a good idea.

But hey, if it wasn't, it was one more dumb idea of Bade the fox. And that seemed to be his stock in trade.

Without giving himself the chance to change his mind, he stuck out his tongue.

He woke up in the infirmary, his arms restrained at his sides and his muzzle taped shut. Not surprising; it felt like there was some sort of gel stuck in his mouth, with a gag at the back of it so that he couldn't swallow. An IV was jammed into his arm, keeping him fueled with hydrating fluids, and...

Well, his entire body burned. Not that surprising, considering that he'd licked a live current, but fucking...ow. Ow, ow, ow.

He couldn't really move much, but he could look down. He had scorch marks around either side of his muzzle, turning some of the red fur black, and he had other burn marks where the electricity had arced back at him from the Bernard's grip on his hips. He could see fingerprints scorched through his fur down there, making him look like he'd been branded with 'grab here' marks.

Well, that wasn't what he wanted, but at least he was out from being fucked. Even if his ass felt sore as -

Wait. Why did his ass still feel stretched?

He didn't have a chance to find out before the metal slat opened at the other side of the room. It was more like a hydraulic whoosh this time, telling him that he was in a better part of the detainment facility. In stepped the raccoon officer from earlier, his face somehow more drawn and annoyed than it had been upon their first meeting.

"For someone that ostensibly understood the terms and conditions of his imprisonment, Mr. Bade, you seem determined to prove otherwise."

"..."

"Of course, you cannot legally respond at the moment, due to the healing going on in your mouth, but as per corporate bylaw, I am obligated to make this visit and inform you of the forfeiture of certain rights."

The fuck? Oh, come on...

"By refusing all reasonable means of paying your debt of hospitality, GLC has the right to take restitution from you in any form. This, compounded by your forfeiture of the right to movement and the right to individual body freedoms, gives us the right to do as we wish to you from this point onwards. Once your healing has been completed, we will begin work on shifting you from bio to cyborg."

"Mmmph?!"

"This will be done to facilitate your transition into labor. If you are lucky, we will push you to Enforcement after you pay off the investment the company provides you in the transition to cyborg status."

"MMm-mmm!"

"You have no right to refuse. This is merely the laws of the GLC."

"Mm-mm! Mmmph! MMMPH!"

"In addition, due to your assault on Captain Tisk, you are currently charged with damage to corporate personnel, and will be fined further assets in order to pay off his medical bills. At current estimates, you will be property of the GLC for the approximately forty years. At that point, your further costs and expenses will be evaluated, and further debt settlement will be processed."

The raccoon nodded.

"Enjoy your recovery, Mr. Bade."

If the fox had had an arm free, he would have thrown something at the raccoon, consequences be damned. This wasn't right. This wasn't how the story of Bade was supposed to end!

The door opened, the raccoon stepped out, and then it shut, sealing him in his little room. He was alone again, and this time, he felt it. It was a crushing, oppressive feeling, and the fox was, for the first time, actually afraid of what was going to happen next.

How...how the hell...

All his life, he had been a storyteller. Mostly to himself, occasionally with his bragging to others, but he had always told himself the story of what he was going to be. Someone amazing. Someone that knocked the socks off anyone else that sounded cool. Someone that could take on the Wastes and stay standing, someone that didn't have to settle for something with the Corpos or stay in some rinky-dink settlement that had their own rules about the way that things were supposed to be done.

He had always seen himself as the person to break the mold. Now, they were going to melt him down and put him in one of theirs, unless he found a way out.

I'm Bade...I'm Bade! I can do this...

But not yet. Not when he was still recovering, and not when he was feeling so tired and so lost. Even heroes needed time to recover, needed to come back from a fight.

At least he could take some satisfaction in knowing that he had fucked up someone else's day. That was something he could use in a good story.

Three days later, he was back in his cell, and he was aware of the fact that he was racking up more and more debt to the prison. He hadn't gone to suck a cock or offer his ass since he had been shoved in, and the day was a quarter gone already. The shafts that currently hung through the holes in the wall - one humanoid, the other horse-like - were throbbing, waiting for him to take hold, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He couldn't entirely say why. It wasn't petulance, nor was it anger. It wasn't the fact that it would be a bad story anymore - he had found ways to tell that and twist it to make himself sound good - but rather...rather that he was...

I'm not scared.

Except, he was. And he was more than scared. He was terrified.

They were going to turn him into a cyborg, and the fact that it was inevitable now rather than just a possibility made it impossible to motivate himself to do anything to make it any better on himself. He just stared at those cocks, knowing that he could get to sucking them, could get to making them feel good, but why? Why do it when he was just going to be turned into some obedient robot, anyway?

Why make the last chapter of Bade be the one that talked about his descent into obedient debauchery rather than a chapter of stoic silence?

Why give them what they wanted, when they would be forcing him to do it in a minute, anyway? Make them work for it, at least.

So, he sat there, his legs pulled up against his chest, his head on his knees. Of all the things that he had seen happening with his life...

Ugh...why can't I...

Bade just wanted to be positive. He wanted to pull some daring escape, particularly since Lilura was probably still in a cell of her own. Probably waiting for him to come rescue her, too.

Okay, he couldn't entirely make himself believe that one, but it was still a happy little thought. Kinda. Sorta. More like it was an encouraging one, that someone could have enough faith in him to wait for his rescue. And here he was, sitting on his bed like some helpless pup, just waiting to be taken away.

...Oh, fuck that. Fuck THAT.

Finally finding his motivation, Bade leaped from his bed. There had to be something in the room that would open that fucking door, and he was going to find it. The cocks were useless, though he flicked his tail against them to keep them from running off and ratting him out again. As he teased them with the fluffy bits of his tail, he pulled his mattress up, looking at the actual frame that held it off the ground.

While the frame itself was pretty well-bolted to the wall and the outsides of it were well-sanded to keep it from having any rough spots, there were bars that ran across the underside that were cheap-looking, and more importantly, thin enough to break. That was a possibility.

He threw the mattress to the side, resting one foot on the metal bars and testing their resistance. Not that high. They might not be very good for busting through things, but they'd be better than nothing for fighting.

Just like the Corpos. Cutting costs everywhere they can...

He brought his leg up and slammed it down. Two bars broke free, while one held firm right in the middle of his foot. It sent a slamming ache right through the limb, but it had been worth it. He pulled the two bars up, holding them in hand. It was little more than a pair of sticks, but hell, it was something. He could at least smack some guards around with these, and they might be just strong enough to lever some doors out of the way.

Alright. Now that I got the metal sticks...

Hoooow the fuck was he going to get out of his cell? That was the part that he hadn't considered just yet, and it might have been worth thinking of before making such an unholy ruckus.

And now, the guys in the other cells were complaining. They muttered something about just coming and getting what they wanted, and Bade almost wanted them to try. Almost.

Then -

BOOM!

The sudden explosion just outside his cell was followed by a shockwave that slammed him against the wall. He slumped down, barely keeping a grip on his metal bars. The dicks...well, he wasn't going to look at that bloody mess if he could help it. A shadow crossed his door slab, and then the door itself opened. Standing on the other side...

Was Lilura.

The faun brushed her hair out of her face, pulling her jacket down with one hand and adjusting her pants with the other. She had quite obviously hit the contraband offices before coming for him.

"You coming?" she asked.

"How...you..."

"Is that a yes?"

"Fucking yes!"

He ran out of his cell, and she joined him as they all but flew down the catwalk, guards and prisoners leaping out after them. The whole place seemed to have gone mad in the last few seconds. Bade shook his head.

"And here I was just coming to rescue you," he muttered.

"I'm sure you had a plan."

"Well, I was coming up with one."

"I'm sure," the faun said. "This way."

He decided to follow her this time. His ego had taken enough of a pounding that it wasn't in any shape to get in the way this time. Besides, he wanted to get out of prison, and she already seemed to have some idea of how to do that.

Maybe my story would be better if I had a co-star in it...

The End

Summary: Bade and Lilura end up in prison, and Bade's attempts at being a bad-ass really don't go over well.

Tags: M/M, Anal, St. Bernard, Dog, Fox, Raccoon, Business, Prison, Series, Post-Apocalyptic, Electricity, Big Cock, Nudity, Bondage, Humiliation,