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Worm Thing, Part 2, by AnotherAperson

James walked back into the room, and jumped up in surprise, seeing all the glass containers open across the floor. Neither Alex nor the horse reacted to his proclamation. He checked the floor around him and made sure no other worms were sneaking up to him. They could be slippery things at times. Seeing none, James moved around the room, avoiding the glass and lube thrown everywhere.

In the centre of it all lay Alex. Despite the surrounding chaos, he seemed to be in a deep sleep, curled into a half ball, his belly rising and falling with a relaxed ease. James thought for a moment that he was actually quite cute, if only he was any other fox except Alex.

James' blood boiled at the name. That stupid, stupid--

He shuddered, remembering himself and checked himself again for worms, patting down his shirt and trousers for any intrusions. Seeing none, he turned around and strode out.

...

"Charlie! Charlie!" gasped James, running into the security office. It was dark inside, as Charlie seemed to prefer it that way. He sat at the opposite end of the room, hunched over a small laptop screen, ignoring the wall of them in front of him showing the entire compound. James caught a glimpse of a muscled tiger running his hands down his bare sides before Charlie slammed the laptop shut. He stood up, and stammered out back to James.

"What? Are you alright?"

Beneath the fur, James could see him blushing bright red. He stood about a foot taller than James and was a canine like himself, though just a lot bigger. Not just in height either, a thick mix of fur, fat, and muscle covered every part of him, making him seem huge in comparison to everyone else. He could be an intimidating figure when he chose to be, although that was coming from James' co-workers. James had never found him scary, even when he first met him, teasing someone about an embarrassing video of them he'd seen. James smiled along at the time, and judged him to be nothing more than a voyeuristic weirdo. His impression still stood. From then on, Charlie seemed to see him as a friend, and they often spoke, at least by James' standards. It frustrated him more than Alex at times, but befriending the head of the security team had its perks.

"Alex has let loose worms in a laboratory!" said James.

"Shit."

Charlie turned to the larger screens and began flipping through cameras. The image of Alex laying on the ground sleeping flicked on. Charlie cursed again.

"Which room?" he asked. James told him, and Charlie pulled out a microphone. His voice boomed out above and throughout the site.

"All staff, please be aware of a containment breach of specimens in laboratory three-one. All containment staff please report there immediately, I repeat--"

He read the message out twice more before slamming down the microphone and running from the office. He hated the idea of the worms as much as James. They had that in common at the very least.

A few minutes later, they all stood outside the laboratory.

"How many are in there?" the wolf closest to the door asked. His voice became muffled through the rubber of his head covering. The wrapping from head to toe caused a squeak whenever the figure moved. On the back of each suit came filtered air into the mask to not break through the rubbed in any way. The only way to get in was a zip at the front of the suit, which was wrapped over with a Velcro strap.

It should be enough to stop any creature breaking inside, but Charlie had before told him of someone who wore a shawl over it all, despite the heat, just to make sure, nothing could enter. James agreed he might have done the same. The things made his skin crawl.

"I don't know. I saw numerous broken containers, but I didn't stay long enough to count," replied James. The wolf turned away to another yellow figure beside him and asked him to check his suit again.

"If they're exposed, they'll all be inside them by now," said Charlie. His embarrassment at whatever he was watching had faded. He stood to James' left, and seemed to be addressing him more than anyone else. James turned to answer, but just then, the yellow men opened the door and went into the room.

Charlie was right: no worms were still in the room; they had all found a host in either the horse or Alex. Twenty species in total, all different and in line with no procedure at the facility.

"Alex was crazy to bring them all here. And with no protection."

Charlie remained in James' company as events unfolded, occasionally adding a short commentary.

The space looked the same as it was before, except for the spacemen now brushing up the glass with a broom. One leant to pick up Alex, but slipped a few times on the large pool beneath him. The rubber wasn't helping, and it might have been better if he had a clear view without a filter. He tried a few more times to drag the fox up, but at hearing Charlie's snide remarks, he left. He returned a minute later with a stretcher and dragged Alex away on it.

To James' relief, neither Alex nor Adrian woke up during the procedure. It would be bad for him to be seen among the crowd after what he had done.

"That horse, Adrian: he's going to feel terrible when he wakes up. From the size of him, I imagine he would have taken many more than Alex here."

James agreed with him to make him quiet. It was times like this that he found Charlie particularly annoying. James had caused all this, had expected it, and yet it was still a serious matter. Why was he joking now? James admitted to himself that he was sort of used to it now. Charlie managed to somehow become less annoying over the months James had known him.

He would have left if not for the thoughts of Adrian. That Horse!_Thought James. _He'd seen it all: had seen me ignoring Alex even before the rest of the worms escaped. It doesn't take a genius to know who released the rest.

The one hope James had been that he might not know his name. Adrian could recognise him from a picture, but when asked what happened, he couldn't identify him. He calmed down and listened back into Charlie's monotony.

"Boss is going to have Alex's head for this; those specimens were priceless."

_ _

I hope so, mused James. Alex was finally getting what he deserved. After screwing up and irritating James, like when he-- James pondered over how Alex could be annoying. He wasn't annoying like Charlie was, he didn't talk a lot, but he was annoying. James nodded to himself as if to confirm it. Alex is annoying.

Adrian complicates things. James rubbed his forehead with his paw and took off his glasses and moved them to his pocket. He hadn't thought this through. Alex was out of the way, but now Adrian was on the loose. What to do?

A rubber man moved to mop up the lube, and that's when he left for his room. He needed more time to think, but he knew that at the very least, he needed to be at the head of the investigation of Alex's conduct. With his connections, he could do it. He sat in his room and wrote a haiku, while Charlie waved goodbye to go back to his office and his video of the tiger.

...

James knocked on Adrian's confinement door more out of politeness than necessity. He wore loose fitting jeans and a buttoned shirt with the neck open. He wasn't sure what he should wear for such an important encounter, so he stuck to his usual work attire. Besides, it's probably how Adrian remembered him from before.

Adrian didn't reply to the knocking, but James went in anyway. Like the other rooms, it was square and polished white. A door at the opposite end of the space marked the bathroom. A single bed pressed into a corner with a small pile of books beside it. Besides that, the space was empty.

Adrian sat up, exposed except for a tight pair of underwear. He swung his legs off the bed and rubbed his eyes. He looked like a mess. In a tent in his only clothing, his length now looked bloated at the base, and the dark skin had become mottled green along its underside. Just above, his belly protruded with the pressure of over ten parasites, all vying for space inside. Adrian himself looked tired.

James didn't imagine it would be easy being a carrier of so many. His eyes sunk into his face, and his mouth and face didn't move as he spoke. The thick muscles he once showed off with pride now seemed more... practical? That wasn't the right word to describe it. Perhaps just larger, thought James.

Adrian appeared bigger than he remembered, and more tense despite his fatigue. Bored too, which made sense considering he only had novels to kill the time. Whatever the cause, the sense of scale the man had emitted before had only grown. James decided to ask the other researchers about it if he ever gained the energy to talk to them.

Pressed around Adrian's neck was a shock collar. It was a cumbersome thing that held tight to his neck. On anyone else, it would have been a bit of pain to have on.

Adrian didn't stand or speak as James entered. He remained seated and stared.

Undeterred, the wolf crossed to the centre of the room and stood in front of him.

"Hello, Adrian. I'm here to ask questions about what happened in the laboratory with Alex: the fox you were with."

James stopped himself snickering as he read out the man's name. Very soon, Alex would be history.

Adrian didn't seem to react at all. He moved his hand to his belly and rubbed there. He didn't press too hard against it, instead just feeling the things there.

"If this is a bad time, I can come back later?"

Adrian's face twisted and he tittered.

"You know what happened with that fox; You were there!"

James swallowed and nodded.

"Yes, I was with you before the procedure, and then afterwards when we found out what had happened."

Adrian snarled and stood up. He towered over a foot above James, and he realised to his horror that Adrian was even bigger than Charlie. James didn't move. He was relieved when Adrian didn't move any closer himself. The horse rubbed his lower belly and ran his hand through the fur.

"Don't lie to me; I saw you pacing the room after the fox collapsed. Then you left, and after I woke up, there were... things everywhere and they..."

Adrian shuddered and sat back down.

So, it's what I expected, thought James. He knows what has happened. How do I make this disappear? He pulled his clipboard up and pretended to take notes.

"And how did the creatures get there if it wasn't for Alex?"

"I imagine you released them after I passed out," said Adrian, shrugging.

James sighed and hung his head a little. Adrian knew too much and was dangerous. If he told anyone of this, James could take the fall that Alex was supposed to take. This must not be. James decided to have one more attempt at talking his way out of this.

"Do you have proof of that?"

"My proof is that I saw you there. I was awake, and I saw you stand and do nothing. The others will hear about this when I get the chance, just wait."

"The other researchers approved of my actions."

The horse clenched his fists against his legs and glared. James couldn't tell whether it was from him lying or him calling the compound staff researchers.

"Then why are you so worried about it?"

James didn't answer. He cursed under his breath and faced the wall. Adrian was right. James had underestimated him, and now he had gathered far too much. He needed to find a way to get him out of here, and quickly.

To get him out of the compound would be difficult. There was only a little on-site security. Everyone lived here, and there was nowhere to really go outside. It was miles of forest before you could reach the nearest establishment. It would be a trek to return to the rest of the world, and that's assuming you don't get lost. Most things got transported here through the use of low-flying helicopters.

_ _

Adrian can't go by airport, he thought. He began walking up and down the cell. The movement seemed to disturb the horse, but he said nothing.

So, by foot, then. The only way to get him away would be for him to run or walk to the mainland, and that's assuming he wanted to leave. Also, the shock collar made this task difficult. James turned back to Adrian.

"What do you want?"

Adrian coughed into his hand, trying to hide his surprise.

"Well, I want these things out of me"-- he gestured at his bloated cock-- "and I need to get out of here. People are looking for me."

James knew they weren't. If he was well-known, they wouldn't have taken him for testing.

"We can't remove the parasites. You'll have them for the rest of your life."

Adrian slumped and hung his head. With the collar, the movement didn't look comfortable to James. He waited to see whether Adrian would comment before continuing.

"But I can get you out of here."

Adrian looked up. His eyes now sank lower than before. There was defeat in there, but also a deeper-seated determination or strength. Adrian would live regardless of this news.

"How?" He tugged at his collar. "I've already tried leaving, and it hurts like hell."

James knew that the collar would be impossible to remove without computer permission, and it would never run out of charge. James didn't know how it worked, but the collar could convert thermal energy into electrical charge without the need of any external power. Adrian will be wearing the collar for a long time.

"When the power fails, you can leave, as there will be no connection between the limits of the building and that collar."

"When?"

Yes, when exactly, James. He decided to figure out the specifics later. If he had to get Adrian out of the building, a solution would present itself. The alternative couldn't happen, couldn't exist. James nodded to himself.

"I'll come back when it is time to leave, just stay put."

He decided to find Alex next; he might prove useful for this, assuming that he helps.

"Wait, that's not everything, there's--"

The door closed on him, and James moved down the corridor looking for the fox. The interaction had shaken him more than he realised.

He brushed down the fur of his neck that had become fluffed up and straightened his lab coat. Two deep breaths and a mantra recital, and James was ready to undertake the plan. The conversation with Alex just had to go the right way. He would decide where the evidence leads, and he would be the one to expose the extent of Alex's failings. Alex would take the full fall, under James' hand, assuming he could remove Adrian. It is a task that is easier said than done; the specimens inside him were more than priceless.

Part 2

James found Alex standing alone in the food hall. Whoever had designed the place had clinically placed all the tables and chairs: all ordered rows and tight corners that made the space cramped. On one side sat the hole in the wall to collect various meals and drinks. He considered grabbing something to calm his nerves and maybe Alex's-- a less formal approach to this very important meeting, but decided not to. The dumb horse had managed to kill his appetite_._

_ _

No, not dumb, thought James. At the very least, he's perceptive, like me.

On the opposite wall, stood a wide set of windows looking out into the forest below. James saw Alex in one corner of the windows, gazing out. He wore baggy joggers and a T-shirt, over which a long dressing gown that looked too big for him. Beneath, his fur looked a complete mess even from behind, and he scratched constantly at his belly.

James watched Alex stopping himself from sliding his hands lower into his pants the same as Adrian had, He continued to gaze out into the undergrowth.

James wasn't sure what he saw out there in the evening rays. Ancient trees and plants lined where the site began twenty metres or so from outside the window. The forest spread unending into the distance, sometimes flowing into larger mountains or hills crested with snowy peaks.

In comparison, the compound seemed out of place and alone, and it was. The research focused on illegal experiments of sexual worms on a mammal's body. No professional body would approve of what they were doing. And yet they did it still, just all alone.

James watched Alex for a moment longer and realised why he looked so interested. He wasn't. He wasn't looking out at the greenery. His eyes kept straying to each side and gazing across the room. Wolves gazed back and muttered under their breaths to each other. About half of the entire staff were here, and all gazing at the lone fox out the window, watching the wilderness.

James had never been a people person, had never cared for others at all, had never been interested in conversation or in making friends or in meeting people. He wasn't a psychopath; he could feel empathy, but he just didn't care. It didn't interest him at all. As he stood watching Alex, he felt a smile appear along his face. _Finally, the dumb fox was getting what he deserved! _

James realised that a part of him also ached at what was happening, and that he was just standing there for everyone to see, just like Alex. He wiped the smile off his face with a paw and smoothed his fur once more before approaching with his clipboard. All eyes turned to follow as he moved.

"Hey, Alex," said James, placing his hand on his shoulder.

"Jesus!"

Alex jumped out of his skin and shrieked. Laughter filled the hall for a moment, followed by boisterous chatter and voices. They seemed to ache the fox's body as he turned around. His eyes sank deeper and burned a bloodshot red. His face, usually a light, relaxed set of muscles, full of easy movements and easy smiles, was now a contorted mess of tired and stretched masses. He hung his head low as if James was an executioner taking him to the chopping block. The metaphor pleased James.

As Adrian had towered over him, he towered over Alex. He wasn't small for his species, and neither was James, it was just that Alex was the only fox in the compound, so he seemed so small in comparison.

A full grin threatened to open across James' face. This is the hardest thing I've ever done, he thought, allowing a small smile to escape.No, that was wrong, I shouldn't have done that. Alex looked worse the longer he watched, and his smile seemed to grow against his will.

James brought his hand across his face once more before speaking again. He realised that there had been a silence between them.

"Oh, sorry for startling you, I didn't realise you were so on edge."

Alex wiped his face and tried straightening his hair to no avail.

"It's... okay. I just... haven't slept well since..."

James waited, but he didn't go on. The faces across the room had once more gone silent, and they watched. James nodded to Charlie as he waved from the back,

"Shall we finish this conversation elsewhere, they--" James nodded his head to onlookers-- "can be a bit annoying."

Thinking of Charlie, they were more than just annoying, they could be borderline stalkers in Charlie's case. Alex glanced up at them, then back at James.

"No, no... it's fine."

James sighed, as Alex went back to watching out the windows. James held up the clipboard, lowered his voice, and moved closer to the fox. He smelt awful. James let a frown spread across his face. Alex had stopped showering! No wonder he was such a mess, if he wasn't already before.

"Yeah, it's just that, it's about what happened. I need to file an official report for the higher ups. I was wondering if you had a minute?"

Alex trembled and turned away. He spoke in a quiet, broken speech. Much to James' dismay, he had to lean in to catch some of it.

"Well, maybe later, I was just... I was about to go, but then I got distracted by the--" he nodded to the outside-- "and I'll need..."

He stopped talking and thought for a moment. He moved his hand to his belly and rubbed at the things beneath.

James screamed inside at the smells he was having to endure. Damn his canine nose!

He placed his hand on Alex's shoulder and gave it a rub before leaving it there.

"Alex, I know you don't have anything at the moment, your afternoon jobs have all been cancelled."

He nodded.

"Yes, that was it, I need to get back to work at the office."

"Alex... it's mid-afternoon."

How long had he been standing there rubbing his belly?

"Oh."

He turned back to the window.

"Come with me, you'll be alright," whispered James.

Alex just nodded, so he turned and led him away, and he didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, his shoulders relaxed, and his old self seemed to reappear on his face as they left the others.

James decided to take him to his own room as it was closer than going to Alex's. Besides, he didn't want to see the state of that room after looking at its one occupant. His own room was tidy and organised. James tried to keep everything away that he wasn't using, so the place was mostly spotless except for his desk. He'd left out his research papers, scrawled across which he'd written ramblings of half-constructed plans and thoughts and haiku's all furiously filling the margins on the paper.

James rushed over and pushed them all aside into a draw. Alex didn't react at all to it. He still looked a bit out of it, and maybe he thought the scenery here was less interesting than outside the window. James led him to the bathroom and handed him some clothes from his draw. Alex looked shocked, especially at the extra underwear, but James pushed him into the shower and closed the door. He waited and heard Alex crying to himself before turning on the water and padding in.

As he waited, James put all his notes away and destroyed the ones he no longer needed. Arguably, the hardest part was already over with. He waited for a few minutes before calling through to Alex.

"Alex, are you okay in there?"

"I'll be out in a minute!"

James leant back in his chair, satisfied with the answer. Alex sounded more like his older self.

Alex left the bathroom and sat on the bed. His fur had become all messed up and ragged through the water's action. James imagined that it would probably soon begin to itch. I would like to see him like that, he thought, smiling.

The fur seemed even brighter now cleaned off of dirt. Alex pulled on James' shirt. It was a regular white T-shirt for James, but on Alex it was a bit large. Same with the shorts, though they held to his form better.

"Thanks for the clothes, James, I'll clean them after I've finished then return them to you."

James smiled brighter. The fox looked so uncomfortable.

"Do you want me to brush your fur? It can be a bit of a pain if it dries like that."

James said it without thinking. He wasn't sure what came over him, but Alex was already nodding, and he walked across to the bathroom and pulled a brush from the draw-- his own brush-- and walked back to Alex.

Even through all the orange, James could see Alex was blushing hard. James was unsure what had come over him. He thought about it as Alex pulled his shirt back off again.

Beneath was what he expected from a person of Alex's size and build. Small, tight muscles beneath thin fur on a small frame. Again, the word came back to haunt him from the recesses of his mind: cute. Alex was cute. And annoying, he reminded himself.

He took the brush to his body, first working along the back and shoulders, then moving across the front. The arms were usually okay as it all moved in one direction downwards, and followed the movement of the water.

Alex sighed and closed his eyes. His breathing deepened, and James imagined that if he was lying down, he would have fallen asleep by now.

As he moved over Alex's chest, he noticed below the fur flecks of green on a snail trail towards his crotch.

Was this the worms doing? He thought to himself.

"Alex, is it alright if I brush there, on the green bits?"

Alex glanced down at himself to see what James was pointing at.

"Oh, erm."

He seemed even more embarrassed now, but didn't go on. James decided to wait as he had done before.

"Please, but be gentle, please," whispered Alex.

James felt a bit bad at not dropping the issue at the immediate reaction, Alex looked so tense now. His eyes remained focused on the brush as it moved through the fur and crawled over his belly. He sighed and shuddered with each motion.

"Sorry, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" said James, stopping the brushing. Alex smiled back.

"It's alright you didn't hurt me," he hesitated then went on in a quieter voice, "actually quite the opposite."

Oh, the sighing was--

_ _

James finished brushing that area quickly, and soon Alex had his shirt back on. He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, still smiling. His hand rested on his belly where James had brushed him.

Well, that was weird, thought James. He put the brush away and decided to leave it be. His appetite returned a little, so he got himself a black tea from the food hall before seating himself in the one chair. Alex lay back, the fatigue finally settling in.

"Are you feeling any better now?"

Alex opened one eye and looked up at James.

"Err, yes, thank you..."

James knew he wanted to say more, so he waited. Alex sat up from the bed to look at him.

"James, why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

Alex gestured towards the room.

"Helping and being nice to me. I thought you hated me."

The comment stung James for a second. Why would he think that at all? Doesn't matter, he thought, _the truth is that I still do hate you._He let out a sad smile for the fox.

"I don't hate you, I'm just... grumpy."

James took a sip from his tea, not tasting it but relishing the moment. This was going well.

"... Right, well, thanks again."

That was easier than I thought it would be, thought James. He got him to talk for a bit longer, and moved the clipboard out of Alex's field of vision with the push of his elbow.

"So," asked James, spreading his hands, "how are you coping? Are you doing alright?"

Alex shrugged.

"The brushing was nice, if that's what you mean."

James finished his tea, then pushed it aside. He realised this was going to be a long, hard conversation after all.

"I mean with the worms, like, how are you able to live with so many?"

James imagined it was a question on everyone's minds, though most would be too afraid to ask, at least not politely.

Alex thought about it for a moment, and rubbed his arms, brushing the fur up and down.

"I don't know. At first, it felt impossible: everything became difficult for me, and there was nothing I could do; but now, I'm just sort of used to it. I mean--" he rubbed at his arms a bit faster and looked away-- "it's actually quite nice a lot of the time." James smirked. Alex seemed to find it amusing too and smiled as well.

"Really," said James, drawing the word out. He couldn't tell whether he was acting or not now. It didn't matter-- the plan was working. He got Alex to keep on talking for hours afterwards. First about the worms and his life here. Alex joked about how much his life was, and James responded in sympathy rather than in humour. The conversation moved again to the outside world and Alex's fascination.

"I like the freedom, and nakedness of the world out there. Unlike here. I don't know why I ever became a researcher."

James laughed along with that one, though he didn't understand 'nakedness' at all. He dismissed the notion and decided to think about it later instead.

The conversation moved again, and the hours rolled away between them. He moved to get tea, and this time Alex asked for a sprite. He promised to pay for it, but James told him not to worry: it was on him. They sat, smiling, before talk started again.

"Are you okay, James?"

James couldn't remember what they had been talking about. He leant and checked his watch while yawning. It was seven in the afternoon.

"Yeah, it's just getting late. I didn't realise the time."

Alex brought a palm to his head.

"Oh, we were supposed to be doing that report thing."

It's your report, idiot, thought James. _How could he live so carelessly? Then again, I lost track of the time, too. _

"It's alright. We can do it tomorrow afternoon instead, if that's alright with you?"

Though he had to work mornings doing menial tasks, Alex was basically free full-time. It wasn't all laughing in the food hall, someone had to take on his workload.

James got him out of the room, and Alex promised to answer his questions tomorrow. James put on his best smile, and told a joke back. The conversation managed to continue, dragging his tongue across a torture rack.

He closed the door loudly as the fox finally departed. James showered and removed all fox hairs from the drain. He could smell him everywhere, so he tried various sprays to cover it up. None were good enough for his canine nose. No matter what he died, he couldn't stop thinking about Alex. About his comment: 'I thought you hated me'.

He dried with a different towel, flossed, brushed his teeth and went to bed. He lay awake for a while. The image of Alex continued to itch his consciousness. He cursed having ever met such a stupid, stupid fox!

...

During lunch, James went back to the food hall and found Alex in the same place he was last time, gazing out into the wilderness. There was a slight drizzle of rain, which James hadn't noticed until now. The lights weren't usually on, but they turned them on now to keep out the grey sky.

Alex didn't seem to care. He'd brushed his fur back and added a scent. His eyes looked less sunken, and worst of all, his happiness at seeing James looked genuine.

James approached and realised that the indoor light meant the fox was staring outwards to himself as he was reflected in the window. Alex turned around to greet him. His old, irritating smile was back, along with his usual character.

James tried his best to smile back and talk in the way he did yesterday. He dragged the conversation over to his blank clipboard clasped in his hands. A few minutes later, they left the food hall, but not before Alex bought James a tea, while himself a sprite, which he slurped as they went. His tail wagged the entire time.

...

"So, what happened after I left?" said James.

Alex, in response, shrunk on the bed and frowned.

"Well... as I... I turned on the television, and then moved to the computer to put on the training video. But then I, err, accidentally knocked the jar onto the floor."

James added a few more numbers to his long list. Since the beginning of the conversation, he'd got to over one hundred, along with a few notes over their conversation so far. He didn't put any effort into his handwriting, so the page was unrecognisable to anyone else. He leant back on his chair and waited for Alex to go on, but he added nothing more.

"And after the creature was released, what did you do?"

"I, err."

Alex stopped and rubbed the fur on his head, and James decided to wait. He added another number: one hundred and one, on the next line. Alex sat up and placed his head in his hands.

"I jumped onto the chair. I didn't see where the worm was after the jar broke. It seemed to disappear--"

"And there was only one worm?" James interrupted. Alex cringed a little and placed his hand back on his belly.

"Yes. I don't know where the others came from--"

"I didn't see any others when I was there," James said, shrugging to himself. On the pad he wrote: one hundred and two.

"I don't know where they came from either! I just woke up with the feeling of hundreds inside me." One hundred and three. James nodded at the number and looked back at the fox.

"What happened after you went onto the chair then?"

The fox bounced his leg on the floor and looked deep in thought. James scribbled the next few numbers before crossing them out and drawing a long, winding snake in the margins of the page. He trailed its tongue to sixty-- etched it away with his pen.

"I--I don't know, okay. It was all a lot. I had a worm inside me and it feels--

"I thought that it disappeared, was it already inside you?"

He moved his pen--

"No, it wasn't! I was on the chair and... I eventually got down to see if the subject was okay. I didn't see any sign of him having--"

"Why was his dick covered in lube then? If the worm was released soon after you turned on the television, which was soon after I--"

James wrote: one--

"Wait!"

Alex cried out and grabbed James' arm, stopping him from writing any more. James looked up and realised the fox was shaking. James put the folder to one side and dragged his chair closer, much to his displeasure.

"Are you okay? What's the matter?" He reached his arm, and Alex dragged him into a hug. The fox buried his head into the nape of James's neck and cried. A pitiful, trembling cry that shook James as he sat, shocked. His mouth was gaping, and he closed it with a click of his teeth. He licked his lips. He realised he was panicking, and didn't know what to feel. What he was feeling?

Tears streaked onto him and he winced. This was the single worst thing that could've possibly happened. Why didn't I just let this--

He left the thought unfinished and pulled Alex closer, rubbing his back in slow, circular motions. The crying didn't cease for a while. James felt the tears soaking into his fur and some snot collecting there. The others would smell it. He sighed and patted the fox's head a few times. After he got him out, he would shower, afternoon duties be damned.

They sat like that for a few minutes until Alex pulled away and sat back on the bed. James considered picking up the clipboard, but decided against it.

"Was it the worms? Are they moving again?"

Alex shook his head in response.

"It's not that," he sniffled.

"I didn't knock over the glass like I said I did. I was giving it to the subject when it went for me instead."

Tears pricked at Alex's eyes as he spoke. James reached forward and pulled him into a hug again, and Alex let him. The tears flowed again, and they sat for another few minutes. James prayed no one would see him like this; his fur must look terrible.

...

Alex described everything that happened during the incident: his toying with Adrian and delight he had in teasing his dick; the way the dick felt; how large it was-- he went into a lot of detail about his penis.

After a while the story moved on, and he spoke about how the worm chose him instead, despite Adrian being right there. James hugged him a lot throughout, trying to stop him crying. He kept his arm on Alex's shoulder as he spoke.

After finishing, James brought Alex a tissue. Alex spoke about the feeling of them entering, about passing in and out of consciousness, about the warm fluids all around him, and the near constant pressure, which assailed him. James sat in silence and counted to three hundred in his head.

Then Alex began to cry again.

"You're not mad, are you?"

"No," said James. Not wanting to get his fur ruined again, he soon went on.

"But if they found out--"

James added nothing more, and Alex seemed to get the point.

"They already stare at me all the time. They don't seem to like me much."

"No, they don't."

And guess which one hates you the most, Fox!

"I promise not to tell anyone about this," continued James, shaking Alex's shoulder

"I'll write the report myself and come up with a story, a more believable story. Can I just ask, where do you think the other worms came from?"

Alex hung his head.

"I have no idea; everything was so confusing for the next few hours."

Alex leant forward for a hug, and James knew it would be rude not to let him. They leaned into each other for a few minutes, and with one hand, James held Alex's head against his neck. He felt his heart speeding up. It was too warm here. James tried counting again, to get this over with.

It didn't work; he leant down and kissed Alex on the head.

"I believe you, Alex."

Alex's crying stopped, and both went quiet except for their breathing and the occasional sniffle. James held him for a long time.

...

They pulled apart, and Alex gazed at him, embarrassed.

"I believe you, and I'm sorry I didn't check up on you sooner when it was silent in the lab. I would tell the others the truth, but... they won't believe you."

"But you believe me, right?"

"Of course, I just... Well, you know them... I have an idea of what to do next, but I need to ask for a favour."

Alex looked the best he had been since before the incident. Through his fur, James saw him blushing, and in the corner of his vision his tail wagged against the bed.

"Anything."

I'm going to regret this, thought James. We both will. What am I doing? What has got into me?

...

The conversation moved to lighter things. Alex was obsessed with the greenery outside. Apparently, it reminded him of home, and it was awful for James. He considered standing and leaving to find Charlie, but they were in his room.

The fox's bottle of sprite never seemed to end, either. James could hear him swallow, and saw the drink run from his lips and onto his cheek when he tried drinking too much. He sighed and wiped his face with a tissue. It annoyed James that Alex was both dim and messy. Was there nothing good about him?

Alex thanked him both the first time, and the second time when the juice again spilled across his face. James realised after the first time that he was picking up the bottle on purpose to elicit a reaction. James looked away, and Alex laughed before drinking again.

"What is it?" blurted out James, vaguely irritated at how Alex had read him. Alex laughed again and shook his head.

The sugar also began taking its toll on Alex. He just couldn't sit still. James tried getting him to calm down-- he tried talking about the scenery outside, but it only distracted him for a moment. Alex moved to go through his draws and James stopped him. He couldn't have him see the notes from earlier. He decided it was time for Alex to leave.

As Alex left at the door, he turned around and kissed James on the lips. Screaming inside, James pulled Alex into him and kissed deeper, letting their tongues touch and wrestle. He was surprised at the faint taste of lemon there. Alex moved his hands across James' chest, feeling the thin muscles beneath it all. He slid his hands further down. His fingers trailed the band of his--

"Wait--"

They pulled apart and gasped for breath.

"I'm sorry," James went on, "I'm just not--

"--It's alright, I shouldn't have assumed that you'd..."

Alex's voice got quieter and quieter as he spoke until it faded into nothing. He kept his eyes down at their feet and didn't go on. James sighed and pulled him into another small hug. He rocked the fox from side to side and just prayed no one saw him. Especially not Charlie; he would never hear the end of it.

"Alex, it's not that; I think you're very attractive, but I'm just not feeling in the mood for it today."

Alex brought his own arms up and hugged back. James felt Alex's tail wagging again and let out a breath. To his surprise, he realised his own one was too. He tried his best to stop it.

"Oh, okay, another time then... Can I have one more kiss before I go?"

James pulled away from Alex and saw his piercing smile from earlier had returned. His mood changes fast, thought James. I hope it's just the sugar.

_ _

...

With the fox gone, James slammed the door to his room. He moved to the bathroom and spat in the sink, and then again, then grabbed the mouthwash and used it until the bottle ran dry. He left it in the sink and sat on the floor, cursing.

None of that was part of the plan, he thought. I didn't realise he would be that receptive to it!

James raged in the bathroom, thinking about what to do. That fox changes everything! He grumbled to himself, pacing the small space before moving to the main room. Alex could stop his plan, he's... he's unpredictable, and bouncy. James thought about the way he moved: so confident at being within James's room that he let himself go through the draws.

What if he tries going through them when I'm not here, panicked James. _Those cute eyes are so perceptive. He noticed when I looked away, and he could tell my mood was off at the end... Something will have to be done. _

James sighed and sat down on the toilet. He sat there for a while, thinking about his fur and his own stain from all the tears. Feeling tired, he moved himself to the ground. As he fell asleep on the tiled floor, he couldn't get that stupid, stupid taste of tongue out of his mouth!

Part 3:

James opened the security door and went in. It was difficult to do as he balanced a tray of two other drinks in the other. He had brought himself a tea, while for the security guard he played it safe by getting a coffee. The cups trembled, balanced in his one hand.

Inside the office it was dark except for the glow of monitors along one wall. Charlie sat in front of it with his back to the side. His ears perked up, and James saw him blushing in the blue light of the room. He slid his phone away as James approached.

"Hey, Charlie, I got you a drink. I'm not sure what you want, so I got both tea and coffee."

Charlie smiled and drew his chair closer. He wore a light blue top with a dark blue tie, which made James wince. He strode forward across the room towards the eager wolf.

"Thanks, James, I'll have the-- watch the table!"

It was too late. James' foot struck the table leg with a thud; his leg twisted away and there was nothing for him to stand on. He tripped and sent the tray flying across the room.

"Shit!"

The tray crashed across the desk and Charlie, who fell backwards on his chair and groaned.

"Ahh!"

The spillage spread everywhere. James dragged himself up by the table and threw the remaining contents of one cup across the computer and hoped it was enough. He ran over to Charlie and helped him up.

The officer was a mess. All his fur across his fur was soaked. The professional, white-collar shirt for his position: ruined. He rubbed his elbows and winced.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

In response, Charlie continued to grumble under his breath. The shirt looked uncomfortable with the stain.

"Charlie?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I'll go--" he looked at his front then sighed-- "clean up at my room. I'll return soon. You have fun with Alex."

_ _

Alex? Thought James, what does he have to do with any of this? It killed any humour in James. What is he talking about?

"What do you mean 'with Alex'?" demanded James. Charlie ignored him and strode away.

"Charlie, what do you mean?"

James stalked after him to the door, now angry, though he did his best to hide it. Charlie turned around and huffed.

"You've been seeing him every lunchtime for the past three weeks, and then staying with him for the rest of the afternoon! You should go, he's probably waiting."

What he said was true, James realised. It hadn't felt that long to him, he was only trying to make the fox trust him more for the favour. It helped that Alex could trust him, that he saw him as a close friend. Friends that sometimes kissed, and other times brushed each other after showering. Did Charlie think that they--

He didn't wait for James' reply. He strode down the hallway, tugging at his shirt and muttering. James sighed again, realising that, worse than Charlie thinking they were together, the whole compound probably did too.

"I should have been more subtle," muttered James. He moved back into the security office.

As hoped, the computer had failed from the water damage. He found the tea cup still had some left, and after a quick sip, poured it straight into the box. The screens and the room stayed dark and quiet except for a small fizzling he could hear when holding his breath.

James tripped his way into the hallway and made his way to his room. Just within the door there, he had two bags prepared. He swung each over a shoulder, then poked his head into the hallway. Seeing no one, he felt safe to march the halls, though regardless he checked each way while roving across the compound. Without security cameras, it was only people he had to worry about.

As Charlie said, Alex and everyone else should still be eating at the food hall. Alex would be standing by the corner of the window, as he always did, gazing out into the wilderness and thinking of home. He would wait awhile for James. Would pull out his phone as it began to get late, wondering what could have happened to James, why he wasn't meeting up with him as he always did. Was it something he did? Did--

Someone turned a corridor further down the corridor-- a white wolf that didn't turn around at all but moved towards James. He cursed and ducked into the lab closest to him. He didn't close the door, not wanting to make noise, and instead pushed further into the room. They were all the same square shape, so he moved on autopilot to duck behind a desk.

The door opened, revealing the white wolf. She looked around the room and sniffed the air. She stood waiting for something, and her hand reached for the light switch beside the door.

"Olivia, are you coming?" came a voice further down the corridor.

"Just a second," she shouted back. She gave the room one last look before leaving and closing the door behind her. James waited until their voices disappeared before sliding off the floor and making his way back down the corridors to the utility closet. He finally made it with no further issue and, checking the corridor a final time, went in.

It was dark inside as the space was never used except for the rare incidents of power failure. James flipped on the torch of his phone and hunted around for the power box. The room, unlike most of the building, was composed of two box shapes, which made a longer rectangular floor plan. The first area was grey, like the second, but cluttered with boxes and unknown tools.

It took a moment for James to duck around it all and make it to the second space, in which the boiler and power box waited. They were placed in a metal cage, but without a lock; he pushed in and moved to the panel. He pressed at it, revealing that it wasn't locked either. James had brought tools to break in if he had to.

People are too trusting here, he thought. He dropped the bags and sat down. Now, the hardest part.

He pulled off his shirt, then listened for anyone nearby. He hadn't bothered to check any timetables for when this room would be next used, he was just sort of hoping. The machines didn't often need maintenance, mostly because it was all so sophisticated. They'd designed the place to last forever.

James rubbed his arm and neck and realised he was trembling. He reasoned his heart was still going fast because of the encounter earlier. He took a few deep breaths, tried repeating his mantras, but it didn't help. What has that wolf done to me, he thought? Not the wolf, argued another thought, someone else entirely.

After a few minutes of silence, James pulled down the zip on his trousers and opened his fly. He eased the band of his pants down until his dick poked out. He was hoping it would shoot back up again, fully erect and gleaming with a fresh trail of cum for the photograph he was about to take, but he had no such luck. His length was still inside himself, and all that could be seen was his furry balls and a bit of flesh with a hole for his length inside.

Sighing, James reached his hand down and began to fondle himself. With his phone, he opened his browser and opened a porn site. He didn't look at the titles at all, and just clicked on the first link once it loaded. Two women appeared, a grey wolf like himself, and... a fox.

This probably isn't what I want to watch if it's got a fox in it, thought James. _I don't want to be reminded of him. _

He didn't click off the link. The fox moved across to the other and whispered in their ear, a bite there causing a gasp. In response, the wolf slid her hand down across the fox's chest, hesitating before reaching the edge of the lingerie. The fox did the same, running her hands down the wolf's back and down into her underwear, pulling the cloth away with the motion and showing her backside to the camera. She reached down with two fingers and spread herself open. She came closer and closer to the screen until she was stopped. The wolf leant forward for a kiss, and the fox bit her ear again, causing a gasp. The image changed to a wider angle, and the pair moved towards the bed.

Go on, he thought, slipping his own hands into his crotch. His length began poking through, and he grabbed it with a sigh. He rubbed the sensitive tip and felt the hole there.

"I wonder what it felt like to have something go inside there", he muttered. Something to ask Alex when he's not so sensitive about it.

"Hm-mm," moaned the wolf.

James' length grew in his hands. He grabbed it and squeezed a few times. He gave a good moan as a dot of pre formed.

On the phone, the wolf was fingering the fox. She held her down and went at a slow pace, taking time rubbing up and down her pussy before pressing inwards as far as she could reach. The fox cried out and tried adding her own fingers when the wolf stopped, but was stopped again and again. She whimpered each time, getting louder. The wolf slipped in a third finger, causing the fox to scream out. The wolf glanced at the camera and shook her head as if to say, 'foxes, am I right?' She glanced back, and they kissed again, making the room go quiet.

James closed the tab and put the phone aside. His dick was fully erect, and he grabbed it with both hands, sighing. It was six inches and red, and bent in a banana shape characteristic of all big canines like himself. But that's not all of it yet, he thought, reaching into his sheath and dragging out the knot that ached.

"Ah," he whimpered, finally getting it free. He leaned back against the wall and began to stroke. He thought of the video, of the women kissing and fingering and moaning at each other; imagined himself entering the video the second he closed his phone, a final member of the scene. Then he leans forward, kisses the wolf, then pulls away, leaving a trail. They smile at each other, and then he's over the fox. All he could think about was the way the tongue pressed along his own, the way it raced around his mouth, tasting every part of him, and the way he tasted back. He pressed around her gums and teeth, and even towards her throat for a moment. Their mouth tastes like lemon.

The video's room replaced itself with the image of his own room, and Alex is smiling again, and he leans in for a kiss and--

James' dick throbbed. With one hand, he massaged along his balls and then up to his knot. He wished to push it into something, but his hand was all he had. His other hand worked the head. He felt the curve and pulled, jacked his hips forward a few times.

"Jesus, Alex..."

His maw with the faint taste of lemon. And then his eyes: big, dumb, beautiful things, he just wanted--

James let go of his dick. He whimpered and picked up the phone. He was seconds away from coming, but he couldn't, not here. Pre-cum trickled down in a long stream down his balls. He realised it trailed across his hand too,

He picked up his phone again and opened the camera. He gazed at the mirror of himself, sat there. His face had become all red and nervous. He did his best to smile and moved the phone to get his needy cock to cover half the photo. A few more strokes of his length and another line of pre-cum trailed down. He took the picture and sent it to Alex.

'Waiting for you xxx', he added beneath, followed by a string of blushing-wolf emoji.

What the hell are you doing? Thought James. _I'm supposed to hate Alex, why am I going the extra mile to make him like me? Why am I so nervous about this? _

He put his phone on silent, not wanting to see Alex's reply to his message just yet. There would be time for that soon. Opening the picture of himself again, he gazed at how happy he looked, at how excited and erect he was.

_He liked Alex. He liked Alex a lot, and he couldn't deny it any longer. _

Part 4:

James retrieved a tissue and wiped at himself to clean off the cum. He didn't want to leave the tissue here as evidence, but also didn't want to ruin his pockets by putting it there either. He turned off the power and left the room with one of the bags. Listening to make sure no one was close, he dipped out into the hallway and to the nearest lab. He washed his hands, sniffed at the strong alcohol smell now there, and disposed of the tissue.

Even with the use of his phone torch, it was hard to see around the facility. In the distance, people were chatting and moving around. The power had never failed before, so even for James it was unnerving, roving around the darkened hallways.

He walked to the small cell block of the building without walking in to anyone. He hoped that without camera's it would take longer for them to find what had happened.

Adrian was one of only a few prisoners that existed on site, though he was a special case. Except for him and Alex, no one had taken as many worms as them. At most, you would get one, two at most. Somehow, they had managed to take over ten each.

The man beyond this door is priceless, and I'm going to let him go, thought James. Not Alex though, he had to stay... has to take the fall.

He shook his head and rubbed his brow. He was, for the first time, conflicted about his opinion towards someone. He was--

James opened the door and went in. Adrian lay curled up in bed, nursing his belly.

"Adrian," James hissed. Adrian didn't move from his bed. James walked over and grabbed him by the shoulder. It was like handling a sandbag. He really was just pure muscle.

"Adrian!"

"W--what, what... who is it?"

He parted his eyes and frowned up at James.

"You're not wearing protection," said Adrian. James glanced down at himself.

"No. I'm here to get you out of here."

Adrian groaned and stood up. James moved to steady him as he wobbled, then reached out to hand him the bag.

"This has everything you should need, such as food, clothing, a tent, sleeping bag, that sort of thing. It's two days walk by foot to civilisation. A mile from there, there's an airport, which should be able to take you anywhere you want to go. We won't find you again."

Adrian didn't reach for the bag, just rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

James went from one foot to the other. What was he waiting for?

"Oh, the power's off. You won't get shocked if you try to leave. The doors just on your second left as you leave."

Still nothing. His arm was beginning to ache from the bag, so he lowered it to relieve the tension.

Adrian rubbed his eyes and stretched, and James gaped at his chest as he moved. I can see what Alex sees in him, he thought; his body is perfect.

"I don't think you heard me the other day," Adrian said again. James looked up from Adrian's nipples and met his eyes. He was only a bit taller than he was, but with the added muscle, he felt like he was standing at the base of a mountain. He lowered the bag.

"I heard everything you said."

"You didn't", stated Adrian. He took a step closer to James, and the wolf had to tilt his head up further to look Adrian in the eyes. He noticed there was something suave there, something playful, and something undeniably seductive.

"You left too soon," Adrian went on. "I didn't tell you everything I wanted."

Adrian slid his hands down his chest, and rested his thumb on the rim of his underwear. James gulped and cleared his throat.

"What do you want?"

Adrian slid down his pants and let it drop to the floor. James looked down in shock as they fell and stared at his length standing fully erect.

"I've been feeling a bit pent-up here. If you help me out now, I will leave, and you will never see me again."

He was huge. Actually, he was huge before, but the worms had changed him. His urethra hung open, and James could see his shaft had gone a dark green colour. In fact, the whole underside of his shaft had gone a similar colour, along with his balls. They were huge too: much bigger than they naturally should have been.

Adrian took it into his hand and gave it a stroke. His dick throbbed and grew in his hand. A smile played along his face, and he took another step closer. James took a step back, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"No. I can't."

Adrian gave it another pump with a sigh. Fluid ran freely out of the head and drooled onto the floor. Whatever it was, it wasn't cum. It was translucent and even more slimy looking, and it kept flowing on and on as James gaped. His length looked around eleven inches-- much bigger than what he had been before. James wondered if this was a symptom of the worms that hadn't yet been noticed.

"In that case then, I'm not leaving, not unless there's someone outside waiting who can take this."

What makes you think I can take it, thought James. He trembled. More fluid dripped onto the floor. He sniffed for a smell, and he felt himself swoon a little. The fluid was sick with the smell of Adrian. All his masculine odours into one fluid now drooling across the floor.

"Not only that, everyone will know of what you did, of who spilt--" he winced-- "the worms, and who now turned off the power to release me."

James kept his eyes on the bobbing length, kept his nose on the smell as it intoxicated him. Could he do this? Just this once?

"Okay, okay, I'll... do it, just this one time. But it has to be quick, as the power will turn back on soon."

Adrian muttered to himself at the last remark, but his smile returned.

"I can't promise that. Now, on your knees."

James did as he was asked. As the member was now at head-level, he lifted his eyes up at Adrian, who was tugging at his collar.

"Open wide for me. You're going to take all of it."

James doubted it, but nonetheless opened his mouth. Adrian slapped his dick down on James' tongue, causing him to wince.

_ _

Oh, God, the taste, he thought. It crashed through his senses like a wave. The fluid trailed along his tongue and drooled onto the floor. Adrian pushed farther and guided it farther into his maw.

James told himself over and over just to breathe, just breathe, and it will all be over soon. The fluid never stopped running. James began to swallow it: the strange mixture of cum and... something else, from something living and filled with moisture. The flavour was too much. It had too much taste.

He swallowed again to stop himself from choking.

"Good wolf. Now take a deep breath for me." Adrian took one of the James's ears and pushed himself in.

"Hmm!"

The dick slapped his throat and he gagged against it. He tried pushing back, but the hand kept him in place. He swallowed again, and tried to relax.

Adrian pushed deeper, adding another hand to his other ear, which he rubbed in circles as he went.

"That's it. Just a few more inches."

It lodged into the wolf's throat, and suddenly he wasn't tasting the fluid any more. He tried coughing it up, tried to breathe, but his airway felt clogged up. Adrian took another step. Inch upon inch pierced into him. James tried shaking himself off again, and in response, Adrian pushed himself deeper.

"Hmm--ahh--" he was silenced with another thrust. Adrian eased his whole way in until James' nose rested on his belly. He kept his head there. Gave it a stroke and rubbed the ears and listened to James' whimpering on his length.

James's head felt hotter and hotter the longer he waited. It was a strange agony, watching and waiting as the horse grinned down at him. It felt so wrong, so alien. I really shouldn't have agreed to this...

After a minute, Adrian sighed and let go of his head.

James staggered to remain on his knees. He coughed and gagged the fluid up across himself. It drenched his top and ran in a puddle at his feet. He didn't care. He was glad to breathe freely, with his maw drooling open and his tongue lolling. He was glad no one else would see him like this, especially Alex.

The fluid ran all along his chest and across his trousers and crotch before leading to the pool on the floor. He noticed his own saliva adding to the mix, and he closed his mouth. It was a mistake; he could taste it more now, and he allowed himself to swallow the remains. It all made James feel warm on the inside and across his face, even without the substance. He was tired too, but he at the very least he now understood why Alex wanted to sleep with Adrian. He somehow felt even larger when he's inside.

Adrian stroked himself a few times. More and more of the strange cum came out and landed on the floor between them.

"That felt good, but I'm nowhere near close to finishing yet."

Adrian reached down and picked up James from under the arms. James was too tired to resist as he was thrown onto the bed, and Adrian loomed over him, again stroking himself. It dribbled down onto James. The smell was everywhere now, and he imagined it would be a part of his fur for days. He unbuttoned his shirt, so it went directly onto his chest. He wasn't sure why.

Adrian smirked above, then grabbed James' arms and held them above his head. James let it happen, all in a world of his own. Adrian straddled his chest and slapped his dick down.

"Oh, sorry. That must have hurt."

"It did," muttered James. He tried to regain some of his composure, but it was impossible in such a position. All James could see was a giant throbbing cock, while Adrian would only see a pathetic, lathered wolf.

Adrian smiled wider, and pressed his crotch and body down. His weight made it even harder for James to breathe. He opened his mouth and panted before tasting the fluid moving onto his tongue. He swallowed, cleared his throat and swallowed.

"Good wolf. Now take a deep breath for me."

Adrian rocked forward, leaning all his upper body on James' wrists. James ignored the flare of pain and opened his mouth for Adrian's length, which soon pushed in, all the way to his balls. James' throat took it all. All he could see now was the horse's thin belly fur pressed against his nose. He breathed in and took in the horse's scent. With the added fluid, the sensory stimulation was too much. He hummed and tried moving, but the horse was too big for him.

"I hope that was long enough, wolfy-boy."

Adrian began to fuck him. James closed his eyes and felt the rolling sensation of it sawing in and out of him. Every cough he managed to elicit seemed to push it deeper. The fluid ran everywhere, felt it running out of his nostrils, making him want to scream. Tears rolled, mixing with the rest of the fluids along his face as Adrian's balls slapped his chin.

"Ahh--ah," Adrian growled, moving faster. His hips pumped into James in a blur. James coughed again, and Adrian moved faster, roaring.

"Hmm!"

Adrian stopped his hips and moaned, shaking the walls of the cell. Thick fluid pumped straight into James. He couldn't swallow any more, he had taken the choice from him. His tongue moved idly until it came across something. Something in the fluid was moving. He tried shaking his head, but the dick in his throat made it impossible. It pumped straight into him.

Three small worms rolled into him before Adrian pulled out, and he could finally breathe. The excess fluid displaced his dick as it left, and it formed a puddle at the back of James' throat. Adrian twisted his head to the side for it to drain out onto the tiled floor. James hacked his lungs of the excess coating every part of him. He was too tired to protest about his treatment, and so he just waited for Adrian to move off.

Adrian didn't. He pulled his dick out and enjoyed wiping it along James' head and ears. James knew he wouldn't ever be able to forget this, even without the added humiliation. He coughed again and got out the three worms. The movement along his maw made him feel sick.

"I see you tasted some of them. I used to wank into the toilet to clear them out, but it's just not the same, you know?"

Adrian had let his hands go as he leaned back, and James used it to wipe away everything on his eyes. He glanced up at Adrian and found he couldn't be angry at him, not really. He seemed to have had an amazing time.

"Fuck you," he went on regardless. Adrian slapped his dick down onto James' nose, causing him to wince. It was a sensitive spot for all canines, though he did take another sniff.

"You just did."

Adrian continued to toy with James, but then they noticed something. Crawling out through the green underside of his penis was another small worm. James watched in horror as it moved. It was a big one. It created a thick bulge as it travelled, though Adrian didn't seem to react. Judging from his wider smile, he was pleased with it, or liked how it felt.

The white thing poked its head out and travelled around the head of the penis. James refused to let this thing enter his mouth. He closed his mouth and tried breathing through his nose, despite the pervasive smell. He was not inhaling any more today.

Adrian pinched it gently, and pulled the rest of its body out. More juices followed and sprayed down onto James.

"I think this one is here for you."

Adrian turned his entire body around so that now he was facing James' lower body. He kept his legs over James' arms and pushed back into him, slow at first, taunting how he couldn't move at all in his grasp, then deep into his face. Adrian's ass pushed into James' head, causing him to squirm. His weak protests became inaudible under Adrian. The horse's tail slapped down over his face, whipping him. It moved further back as the horse's ass came closer and closer.

The smell before was unbearable, but somehow this was much worse for James. All he could smell was Adrian above him, doing something. His hole had pushed right up against his nose, and he had no choice but to keep on sniffing it as he breathed. The musk was overwhelming. He tried squirming again to no avail. It was quiet in the room.

The silence was broken by the noise of James' fly as Adrian unzipped. He pulled his trousers down a short way, then fondled James' dick. James was ashamed to admit it to himself, but he was erect and throbbing for the horse to touch him again. Hands pulled his pants down, exposing his length to the air.

Wet hands stroked him and fondled his balls. Another finger dipped into his sheath to ease out his knot, which Adrian then lightly squeezed. James writhed in pleasure, then tried to keep still. It only rubbed his face deeper into the horse's ass.

Then a worm landed on his dick and began to coil.

"Hmm!"

James screamed into Adrian's backside. He thrashed around trying to stop the inevitable. Arms clamped down on his legs and stilled them with ease. The worm continued to move. First running around his length, then slowly, ever so slowly, pushing against the hole.

"Hmm! Hmm!"

The worm pushed its head in and sank down.

James tried everything he could, even tensing a bit to encourage it to look elsewhere, as it had with Alex before.

It didn't get the message. With no more encouragement needed, it pressed harder, and faster, getting half of its form into him. It was a short worm. It disappeared within seconds, but James felt every inch of it as it opened him, and it felt amazing; it felt like a continual orgasm, a continual stream of cum flowing through him.

Hands gripped his length and began to stroke. The pleasure from every end became too much for James. Pre-cum leaked across James as the thing pushed around inside. Around and around, its movements shook him and made him moan.

In seconds, he was coming, but the hands didn't stop. James didn't want them to stop. Soon he was finishing again, thicker this time, making the hands run faster. The worm was still rolling, and the pleasure didn't stop. He began licking at the rear, encouraging Adrian to continue. He felt himself needing to orgasm again, to feel the intense, rocking pleasure again that had just shaken him_._

_ _

I should be so embarrassed, thought James. He didn't at all. He kept licking at Adrian's ass and pushed his tongue inside.

...

When he finally got off him, James could barely keep his eyes open. He realised he had his eyes closed when the lights above came back into view. He yawned and tried stretching. The fur along his chest snapped apart from the dried fluid covering it.

"And that's how it feels, wolfy-boy."

The worm was still moving within James. He yawned and rubbed his chest. His dick was only partially erect, but as he brushed it with his fingers, it felt like static with all the pleasure shaking him. The constant pleasure had increased his sensitivity ten-fold.

Adrian pulled on a fresh pair of underwear and flung the bag over one shoulder like it was nothing. He nodded once at James, then left.

James leaned his head back and moaned as the door closed behind the horse. Cum dribbled out in what could have been an orgasm. The constant movements pulled open wide his urethra. His entire front was soaked in every fluid imaginable, and all James could think about was Alex. Thinking felt hard for him now though, so he just thought about his orange fur, and every now then the image of his beautiful eyes would pass across closed eyelids. He decided that he would get a lemonade afterwards to clean out of his mouth. He thought about orange-- his thoughts drifted.

...

James yawned again and dragged himself off of the bed, moaning at the worm pressing against his prostate.

So, this is how it felt, he thought. What would taking ten of them possibly feel like?

Part 5:

Charlie didn't notice the destroyed computers when he returned. As he entered the room with a new clean shirt, all the lights died, leaving the entire facility in the dark. He stood to see if they would fix themselves, but not finding that to be the case, sighed and pulled out his phone camera.

"If only James had decided to bring drinks a bit later."

He shook his head. That wasn't fair on James; he was a good friend, always had been. Despite all the random things Charlie told him, he would always stand and listen to what he had to say. They both shared the same opinion on the facility and its people. James laughed along whenever he mocked Alex or the assistants with their clipboards, and would smile when he told him they were being fed diced worms at the canteen. James seemed to like the idea when they sat together at lunch. They both hated the worms. They both hated the work, although Charlie's position had its perks beyond sitting around all day. He would have to let this accident go.

"... If it means I have to stink of coffee."

He listened for anyone moving about, and hearing nothing, he began to walk around. At all times he was supposed to be in the security office, but he saw this as an exception. There was no longer anything to watch.

He heard moaning down one corridor. He turned to investigate, but then it went silent with a whimper.

Oh, he thought. Oh!

Charlie slapped his head, though no one was there to see him. He decided then and there he would watch what happened later. Judging from the noises they were making; it was bound to be an interesting viewing.

He continued on towards the power room. It was far away from the security office, and it took longer without overhead lights; the space felt strange without that everyday glow.

Charlie jumped as an orange tail appeared beside him, then disappeared into the darkness ahead.

"Hello!"

Charlie ran after the figure, catching a glint of white fur before it disappeared. He couldn't see, but he knew the halls well enough, could hear the strained breaths they let out. He barrelled after them, feet stomping to try to scare them a little. They didn't stop or turn around and kept running through the darkness.

What the hell, thought Charlie. The figure ran through a doorway and turned around for a second. There was a glint of orange that Charlie vaguely recognised, but he didn't slow down; he was only seconds away now, and the door slammed into his face with a thud.

Charlie couldn't slow down, and barrelled straight into the wood, punching his face. He let out a cry and stumbled backwards. Cursing, he rubbed his nose, finding a droplet of blood there. He brought his hand to his belt, bringing out a taser, testing the door. It wasn't locked or held shut, so he went in.

The utility room was as dark as everywhere else, but he heard the figure bumping around ahead. Suddenly, all the lights came on, blinding Charlie. He stood in a cramped space filled with boxes. He considered that they might be hidden in one of them, but decided to check the rest of the room first. Behind a partially stacked wall of boxes, he found another space with a metal cage. Alex stood inside and closed the power box.

"Alex?"

He didn't turn around or acknowledge Charlie, but instead kept his attention fixed on his hands. He was pulling out clothes from a shoulder bag on the floor, looking more and more horrified. Charlie approached and Alex jumped away.

"Ah! How long have you been there?"

"This whole time." Charlie shook his head. "What are you doing here?"

"I..."

He didn't go on. Just scratched at the fur around his neck and straightened it out. And Charlie noticed he was looking rather flashy. He was well groomed, fur brushed back in lines making him look thinner, and he vaguely smelt of some generic, mild body spray. Over his fur, he wore a thin T-shirt: thin enough so that you could follow his body's curves without taking it off. Below, he wore white short-shorts that managed to suggest more than they hid.

James has been a good influence on him after the incident, thought Charlie. The two of them seemed to get on really well, judging from how they talked in the food hall. Was he here for James?

_ _

Charlie had seen all the clips of James during Alex's infection-- how he had dropped all the jars and pretended it was an accident, how he had called everyone to the scene. He was there as he lied about how many worms there could be.

Charlie didn't hate him for it; he held similar feelings for Alex as well. Why shouldn't he be made a prisoner and punished, he made everyone else feel like a prisoner by just being there.

Admittedly, it did unnerve him that James was capable of such deception._If he had lied about this to everyone else, what else has he lied about to Charlie? _

Charlie looked Alex up and down a few times while waiting for an answer. He noticed a tight tent pressing in Alex's pants. A light spot of cum leaked out, leaving a patch on his shorts. The erection didn't go away. Alex rubbed at his neck as if there were insects buried in there.

"Well?" said Charlie. Alex scratched his neck again, beginning to sweat.

"I... was walking around when the power went off, and I was nearby, so I came to have a look."

"Doesn't explain why you slammed a door in my face."

"Did you go into it?"

Alex looked worried, and it made Charlie smile. He could see why James enjoyed screwing around with him at lunch, and he felt a little less offended. This wasn't a malignant mastermind, thought Charlie, it's just Alex. He sighed and put the taser away.

"No, no I didn't, but it was close."

"Oh... good."

It went silent, but soon they were both looking at the bag. Alex gathered what Charlie was going to ask before he said anything.

"I just saw it here, and... well, it's my bag. And it's got my clothes in it and--"

"These are all yours?" gestured Charlie to the pile on the floor. More T-shirts and hoodies of different colours, all unmistakably Alex's.

"Yes, not just that, look."

Alex flipped over the bag and emptied the rest of the contents onto the floor. Charlie imagined Alex's room looked abandoned without all the stuff on the floor. Packets of food, drinks, a survival knife, a tent, a camping bag, a few picture frames and manga comics amongst books, along with a huge map that covered the entire local city and its surrounding areas.

Including this one, thought Charlie. He picked it up, opened it further and found red circles of the site on every map it was on, and always the same line in a straight line away towards the city. And scrawled beneath, 'roughly twenty-four miles--two days of travel'.

Alex was back to scratching his neck. He looked so confused. He looked so innocent, and yet...

"Are you playing dumb to me, Alex?"

Alex's head shot up in shock, and his lip began to tremble. He took one step back, and Charlie took a larger one forward. He could overpower the fox even without his taser, which he rested his hand on as they watched each other.

"N-no! I have no idea how this stuff got here."

He didn't look like a liar, didn't look like he could ever lie. Charlie took another step.

"You know how this looks."

Alex didn't say anything. Charlie let it sink in, then went on.

"You tried to flip the power so that you could escape, even with..."

It didn't need to be said. The symptoms of the worm were always on Alex. Nobody had taken so many as him, hell, nobody his size before had taken a worm.

Alex pushed himself against the wall beside the power box and stared at Charlie. The wolf towered over him by at least a foot, and he was much wider. Not just in weight either, Charlie judged he was twice as strong as the fox was. Even if Alex threw his full weight at Charlie, he wouldn't be able to take him down, and that's without considering the taser he still had. Alex was powerless to him, and it made him feel... He lingered on the feeling. It made him feel amazing. Alex, completely at his mercy.

_ _

He would do anything I told him to, thought Charlie. Anything at all. His heart raced.

What would he do? What will he do?

"Alex... I don't believe this was you, regardless of how it looks; I don't think you would have the balls. However, it does look bad. Like, I still don't know why you're in here by yourself, you know? So, would you come with me until the culprit has been found? I can just check the cameras to see who it was anyway."

But what if it involves James? Thought Charlie. It might have been a mistake to mention the security footage.

Alex went back to rubbing his neck and didn't say anything straight away. He wouldn't look Charlie in the eyes.

"You know you don't have a choice either way, right?"

Alex nodded. He took one last look at his clothes across the floor and walked towards the door. Behind him, Charlie followed, and they met the people waiting in the hall.

...

Afterwards, Charlie sat back in his office on a chair not covered by coffee stains, and watched the screens through his laptop. Technicians told him the old monitors would be back by tomorrow, along with new computers that weren't covered in drinks, and did turn on when you hit the power button.

Charlie didn't care. He stared at Alex through the screen. He was sitting in his new cell, hugging his belly and crying.

In the cell besides his, Adrian had disappeared. One of the fire exits was wide open, but it didn't set off any alarms like it usually would, so nobody knew anyone left. In fact, no one noticed the horse's absence at all, despite the large loss of the worms. The researchers would no doubt only feel the impact a few months from now when they lack samples.

Charlie watched the tears spilling down Alex's face, and for the first time it pained him_. Is this how James feels?_ _Does he feel guilty in some way? Or any guilt at all? _

Charlie decided he would see Alex after his shift ended at the end of the day. He couldn't stand to see the fox crying by himself in the cell; he felt responsible; he could have pretended not to see him-- he could have let him go.

He moved the viewing back to James. On the screen, he played it backwards until James left his room, then recorded the time. On the camera footage of the next hallway, he did the same, but he suddenly paused the video.

James did not look right. His fur was all messy in a way not like him, and his eyes looked vacant, and... the way he held his belly...

What have you done, James?

Charlie sighed and got up to get a drink. He thought of the bag and of the map, showing how to escape.

Part 6:

James awoke and rubbed his stomach, feeling the pressure. Beneath it all, the thing was always there. It hadn't moved, but it was much, much bigger. The pressure on his prostate built each day, and every morning he awoke trembling in ecstasy. It was hard to sleep in a way that didn't disturb the creatures, as he didn't like going onto his back.

He slid his hands into his underwear and rubbed along the sensitive tip of his penis that now poked out. Like Adrian, the physical changes were starting. Not as fast as the horse, but it was there. The flecks of green were starting to sprout at the head, and his whole length felt bigger. The knot especially, but he wasn't sure why.

James pushed his fingers to it and idly scratched within the sheath. The urges were beginning to bloom. Like Adrian said, masturbating into the bathroom just wasn't enough anymore. And every day, he thought more and more about Alex.

After his second incident, they'd locked him away for good. Charlie keeps a constant watch on him now, which he always seems happy to tell James whenever he asks.

It had all gone as planned, but it was still wrong somehow. The events didn't cause a flooding of relief as he had hoped; he now felt more tense and stressed than ever. The day he realised his feelings for the fox, he'd moved out of reach. James realised he was now going to have to break him out after having him locked away. Damn him!

James slid out of bed with a moan and showered, focusing his attention on his chest and face where Adrian had covered him. He added extra spray to throw off the scents of infection and brushed his fur. He knew how well the researchers were at seeing the symptoms. It was their entire job as well as his to understand. He remembered the joy they had in mocking Alex, the way the fox rubbed his belly, the way he moved slowly to not shake the creature, the little gasps and whimpers he would make if he did so. And how he himself had behaved as he stood with the crowd!

James knew he needed to look his best so that they didn't see him as a suspect, and see the same signs in him.

_ _

That, or you're just doing it to look good for Alex, he thought. Not that they would see each other any time soon, as far as anyone could tell, the imprisonment was forever lasting. Every day in the cell it would get harder and harder for Alex as the changes occurred, and every day they would watch it happen-- and with joy!

James sighed and lay down in bed. He had two hours before his duties started. He could get lunch, but he wasn't interested in food at the minute, as he didn't want to act in front of the others. So, he just lay there, watching the ceiling, but not seeing it-- still thinking about Alex. All he wanted to do was to speak with him, but he couldn't.

...

"Try celibacy

Try a mini-death of worms

Feel them coil inside."

James wrote the haiku down onto his lab notes and sighed. It was bad evidence to write something like this, but James didn't care anymore. He'd had enough of plotting; it had got Alex both infected and imprisoned.

And now I'm infected as well, he thought. He shook his head and wrote another one:

"I swallow fluids

its sensations rub me raw

for crimes of revenge."

...

There was a knock at his door. James rubbed his stomach, not quite comprehending for a moment, before he shoved his notes aside and brushed down his fur.

He'd let himself go a little throughout the week. Lying had never been this hard for him before. The knocking began again.

"James? Are you in there? Can I come in?"

James didn't recognise the voice tinged with excitement. He cleared his voice before answering.

"Just a minute."

He brushed aside a loose strand of fur, then stood up. The movement made him moan, and he just hoped that he wasn't heard. He opened the door to see Charlie standing there, looking happy, but also nervous.

"Hello, are you alright? Can I come in?"

He pushed his way into the room and gave it a sniff before sitting down on the one chair. James closed the door and sat on the bed with a sigh. He moved his hand away from his belly and kept it clenched on the bedside.

"I'm fine, thank you, Charlie: just a little tired, is all."

He smiled his best and Charlie seemed to buy it. He leaned back in the chair and gazed around the room.

"That's good to hear. You have looked a bit shit since the power failed. Is there something you want to tell me?"

That's direct for Charlie, thought James. He brushed it off and threw up his hands.

"It's true: the man you have imprisoned is a decoy, and I'm actually Alex in disguise."

James gave his best impression of the fox's higher voice and let his hand go limp. It was a weak joke even by James's standards, but Charlie grinned nonetheless.

"Yeah, I thought so. Who else holds their belly like that?"

James realised that Charlie was right, and he darted his hand away and clenched the covers beneath him, turning his knuckles white. Charlie went on:

"It's all those canteen meals we have. It's nice, but sometimes I feel they just add worms to it to give it some flavour, you know. Like, I'm not Alex like you are, but I know what balls taste like, you know?"

"No, actually I don't, thankfully."

"Ah, there's still time."

The conversation died there, but Charlie didn't seem to mind. He gazed around the room. He reached over for some notes on the desk and flicked through, sometimes smiling to himself at something. James moved back and pressed his back to the wall and pulled his legs to himself.

Charlie annoyed James. Alex had before as well, and he reasoned there was still time to change, but he still thought it impossible. It was that know-it-all smugness and confidence that ached to James more than anything. He seemed to know how big he was, he relished in it. It must be annoying for Alex as well as him.

However, he was a very useful friend. Charlie flicked through the notes on his desk for a while before speaking.

"I don't want to be a rude host, but what's with the unexpected visit?"

Charlie put down a page that James had been writing on, and pulled the chair towards the bed. The smile was gone, replaced by another, suave look that James didn't enjoy. It reminded him of someone he'd recently been with.

"You've stopped eating at the same time as everyone else--" he shrugged-- "I thought it would be good to give you a visit to make sure you're all okay and all, you know?"

He pulled the chair even closer to the bed. He was less than a foot away from James, and his face only seemed to grow on him.

"Also--" his hand threw itself forward and grabbed James' crotch-- "I know about it."

"Hmm!"

James whined at the pressure, and the worm reacted too. It began to move and put pressure on his prostate. The pressure built up and up inside as it sped up. James moaned again, louder this time, barely registering Charlie in front of him.

Charlie let go and leant back into the chair. The pleasure left as soon as it appeared. James felt the absence replacing it, and whimpered once more.

"Wait--"

"You can't lie to me, James, I've seen everything."

Charlie's face had lost all its earlier indecisiveness. He had just told him the truth, and James gazed back, heart rate rising.

So that's it then, thought James. He knows, and all my plotting has gone to nothing. Why did I accept that final condition from Adrian? There would have been other, easier ways to manoeuvre him out of being a threat.

James rubbed his belly openly and hung his head. It was annoying that Charlie delivered the news, but then James realised it might be a good thing; Charlie was his friend, and he might be able to talk his way out of this.

"How did you know? I thought I covered it up well."

Charlie picked up the stack of papers from the desk.

"Apart from these little, note things you've shown me just now, I never would've suspected. You covered it perfectly. The other's just thought you had a bad stomach for some reason, maybe something to do with losing Alex."

He waited to see if it evoked a reaction, but James kept his face unreadable. He searched for a way out: thought of murdering him.

I can't do that, he thought_, I don't hate anyone that much._ Besides, it wouldn't work. So, he sat and listened for Charlie to go on.

"I found out when I checked the camera footage. Saw the way you walked when no one was looking; saw you flip off the power and leave the bags to frame Alex, and everything after that."

"But wait, I thought I destroyed the cameras with the-- err... spillage. How could you--"

"It did destroy them," interrupted Charlie. "It's just that the footage isn't stored on those computers. The web collects the data directly. And even when you turn the power off, everything is still recorded, as each camera has its own battery in case of a shutdown."

James' ears lowered, and he stared at Charlie, flabbergasted.

"... So, you saw... that."

"... Yes."

James's mind was reeling. It was much worse than he thought. Not only was it known he carried a sample's offspring, but also all of his scheming had been recorded digitally. There was no way he could somehow remove it all from wherever it was stored. And regardless, Charlie had seen it all himself. Friend or not, it would be impossible to sway Charlie to help him.

More than that, Charlie has seen what happened with Adrian. He's seen me sucking him off, then him sitting on me and giving me a hand-job. Knowing Charlie, he may have seen it multiple times by now-- probably knew exactly how long it went on for between them.

James leaned his head against the wall. Charlie shuffled on the chair and picked up the papers and arranged them on the desk. His one leg bounced, and suddenly the chair didn't look so comfortable for him.

"Are there people waiting to arrest me outside?"

"No. Nobody else knows. I haven't told anyone of what's happened."

"Why not?"

Charlie didn't say anything, and James began to realise what this might mean. Charlie was potentially blackmailing him, and there was something that he wanted. James didn't want to get too hopeful, so he kept his head against the wall as he spoke.

"What do you want?"

It was blunt, but Charlie seemed to understand.

"I saw what happened between you and Adrian, and... I want what he got..."

"So... you want to fuck me?"

"Yes, I want to have sex with you... and Alex."

Charlie noticed the sudden change in James' face at the mention of Alex, and he went on.

"Please."

"What does this have to do with Alex? You know he's innocent."

"Yeah--" he bounced his leg and scratched his neck, "--I know, but nobody else knows that. Besides, he's hot."

James's face broke up into a snarl, and he clenched the covers of the bed.

How dare he use Alex like this, he thought, forgetting himself for a moment. James didn't even think of the implications towards himself. He thought about attacking Charlie there, removing the one witness. It took a while for his reason to sink back in. Charlie sat in silence and went back to playing with the pages on the desk.

James stood up and paced the small room, keeping his hand on his belly to steady himself. With every step he took, he realised more and more how impossible this situation was. He couldn't attack Charlie, he didn't have it in him, even if he could overpower the monster of a wolf. Thanks to Charlie, he was forced to once again sleep with someone, and that had gone terribly last time.

James left to get himself a tea, and a coffee for Charlie, to which Charlie laughed. His face shrunk when James returned, drink in hand, and he didn't say anything at all until his own drink was in his paws.

"Say something, James. You've done this before with the horse. I want to do a bit more than he did, but at least I don't have any worms. And... I know you hate Alex--"

"I don't hate Alex," interrupted James.

"But--"

"I don't hate him, it's just... complicated... I don't know." said James. Charlie bounced his leg, then stopped it with his hand. He sighed and went on.

"You don't have a choice in this unless you want to be arrested in Alex's place, but maybe this is a good opportunity to be with him. You haven't visited him since he's been locked away"

It was true; James hadn't visited him at all because he didn't want to make himself more of a suspect. It still wasn't clear why Alex remained in the power room long after turning off the power. He should have left immediately to not get caught. One researcher thought he got himself caught on purpose, which was very close to the mark.

A realisation broke through in James' mind that broke his trail of thought.

"So, has Alex agreed to this?" asked James.

"Yes, I went to him first, and like you, he was a bit unsure, but then I showed him some footage of you sucking off the horse. And honestly, he looked a bit jealous. I pushed him a bit more and then he agreed."

Charlie's grin spread across his face as he spoke. He looked pleased with himself and relaxed further into his chair.

James was again reeling. Did Charlie think of himself as some clever manipulator? _He had shown Alex the footage of him fucking, so now two people knew what had happened. Worse than that, how was Alex feeling? He'd seen both people he wanted to sleep with fucking each other. _

A single conclusion entered James' head: he had to make it up to Alex. He needed to show that he was sorry, for everything. James sat with his head in his hands and legs spread apart. There was nothing else beyond that. There was no more planning or plotting.

"Okay, so, how do you plan on doing it?"

Charlie jumped up from his seat and raised his ears. Behind him, his tail whipped about, excited but still nervous.

"Wait, does this mean you'll do it?"

James waited a few precious seconds, enjoying the pressure on Charlie's face before answering.

"... Yes." replied James under his breath. Charlie blushed red under his fur. He pulled at his top to air it out before speaking.

"Well, I'm going to get you to kneel, and then--"

"Not that! I mean, when are we doing it and where? Alex is under constant surveillance."

"Yeah, but I'm the one guy who does all that, y'know?" said Charlie, tilting his head. James spread his hands, exasperated, trying to get Charlie to go on. Charlie didn't seem to expect the conversation to go this way.

"In two weeks, there's a staff holiday where we can return to the real world for a bit. I was going on a flight to Rome, but I can postpone it a day. We'll go to Alex's cell and do it there, and then after we've... finished, you'll leave through the forest."

Charlie shrugged, all his cards now on the table. This was unexpected, thought James. He wants us to leave?

"Can we not stay?"

"Oh, God no! You've left too much evidence already."

The comment stung James's pride more than he would ever like to admit. He thought he had been clever; he had been clever; it was just Adrian and his own conflicting feelings. Everything had been going perfectly, he reassured himself, shaking his head.

"Okay, then I'll do it. As long as it's only the one time and I leave with Alex afterwards."

For a moment nothing happened, but then Charlie leaped out of the chair and pulled James into a strong hug, leaving him breathless. He hadn't noticed before how big Charlie really was, and the realisation shook him a little.

Charlie's head pushed into James's neck and breathed there. Slowly, James reached over and patted him on the back a few times, before rubbing in circles. Charlie held on for a while, but it was... nice.

Oh, please, don't make me start liking you as well, thought James. Why does this keep happening?

"Thank you, James!"

Charlie jumped up, tail wagging back and forth striking the air. His fur was all ruffled up, and he almost seemed to radiate a new light from himself that permeated the room. James found himself smiling along as the wolf left his room. Charlie passed through the door, but then ran back in, somehow grinning wider.

"And don't worry, I'll bring condoms-- I've got some in your size."

He winked and left for good, leaving James alone again.

Part 7:

James sighed again and wrote another haiku.

"Flaming anger drained

left on mattresses and tongues

my heart burns orange"

It didn't help much; it just made his heart ache even more. He wrote a few more words on the page, then tore it up and threw it away.

Today was the day, he thought_. He would soon see Alex again, and they would both be free from Charlie, and from what James himself has done. They could leave together, would spend time amongst the trees Alex loved so much, and, they would be happy. _

...

Abruptly, James stood and left his room. As expected, no one was about. He went to the food hall, finding it quiet and abandoned. He moved to the window, and saw above helicopters drifting off into the distance. As Charlie said, everyone was leaving for a few months break from the compound.

I should have been going on holiday myself as well, thought James. It would have been nice to go somewhere less clinical, and more naked.

He moved back towards the cell block, hesitating a little as he passed Adrian's old room. Through the door lingered the smell he remembered vividly. He still sometimes swore he could smell the fluid on his fur. He was too scared to ask anyone else if he stunk, knowing the strength of wolves' noses, so he just hoped it would someday go away.

Next door was Alex's room

There's no more putting it off now, he thought, now standing in front of his door. He straightened the fur around his neck and knocked. He had dressed himself in clothes that felt appropriate at the time, but now he wasn't sure. It was too formal. He wore a blue buttoned top with soft, darker blue trousers and his work shoes. It amused James that he was worrying about this now of all times.

No noise came from within. As with Adrian, he decided not to wait. He gulped and pushed inside.

Alex sat on the bed browsing a magazine, which--from the cover-- James imagined Charlie leant him. Alex looked up and his face dropped. He pushed the paper beneath his pillow before turning back to James. His face burned redder than before, and he brushed at his fur.

"Oh! Hi James. That was nothing, really--"

"Alex, I--"

"I swear the magazine isn't mine, I was just--"

James kneeled in front of Alex, grabbed him by the shoulders and stared up at him. It shook Alex out of his dialogue. His eyes seemed to focus for the first time, and both at once, they realised James was shaking. His arm couldn't keep a grip on the fox's shoulder. Alex took his hands and held them.

"Oh, you're trembling-- are you okay?"

"Alex, I'm sorry."

"Sorry, for what?"

Alex's oblivious face nearly broke James then and there. He swallowed and went on.

"I'm sorry for leaving the bags there, for you getting caught and being stuck here, for not visiting you though I should have, for giving you the worms, for--"

"James, baby, it's alright; I forgive you."

Alex smiled. James sat and gaped back at him. What was he on about? Did he understand at all?

Alex's face didn't change at all, all calm and soft and relaxed despite hearing James. The smile didn't fade, and that's when James broke. He let out a sob, and his face broke out into tears, which he didn't bother wiping away. Alex leant down to pull James up into a hug, which he accepted without resistance. James pressed his face into the fox's chest and mumbled through a sob.

"B-but I did that, Alex. I spilled the worms and got you imprisoned and everything was all me..."

He hugged tighter. Alex rubbed his back and shushed him, and James calmed a little. It was the scent. He could smell Alex down here stronger than he had ever before, and it helped him relax. The knot in his chest built over weeks was finally beginning to deflate.

"I heard you before, and now I'm forgiving you."

James mumbled into Alex's chest, but Alex didn't respond. He stroked the back of his head and shushed him instead, so he asked again, craning his head up to look at him.

"But why?"

He felt so confused. No one had ever changed his emotions so much before. Alex thought about it for a minute, swaying in his embrace.

"I... don't mind the worms, James. Sure, at first, they were a pain-- not actual pain, don't get upset. I just mean that it was a lot. But then, after a while, I realised that I quite liked them. Sure, they can be an annoyance and make me feel so pent-up I might explode, but it also feels incredible."

"Oh, Adrian said a similar thing before."

James winced and cursed himself. Why did he have to bring that up now? Alex didn't say anything, but continued to rub along James's head and back. James pulled away from their embrace and wiped away at his face. He noticed a patch on Alex's fur where his tears had soaked in, leaving a darkened circle of orange. Wincing, he wiped away at his face and tried to regain his composure.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that, I... I didn't want to do it, I just felt like I had no--"

"Hey, baby, it's alright; I understand. I saw all the footage."

James' face soured further. It was worse enough that it had happened, but now Alex himself had seen it. The fox went on before he could protest.

"It's nothing to be ashamed about, you did well under such--" Alex waved his hand looking for the word-- "pressure. Besides, it was kind of hot, so long as you treat me the same way sometimes."

Alex smiled, and it spread across James' face after a flash of embarrassment. James stared back, still unable to believe him. How could Alex forgive him after everything he had put him through?

The fox smiled on. He seemed unaware of James's conflict, or if he was, didn't care either way. But then James noticed his eyes-- they made him feel warm as he continued to stare. A blush flushed their faces, and then, that suave look again.

In a blur, they moved together. James couldn't tell who moved forward first, but suddenly their lips were colliding. First a peck, then Alex was sucking on his lower lip. James gasped and opened his mouth wider, and their tongues pressed against each other.

He leaned down into the fox, wanting to go further. Alex hummed back and held his head in his hands. Emboldened, his tongue explored his mouth again, and the ice finally began to melt. The two weeks of tension seemed to dissipate in seconds, and his shoulders sagged down into a warm embrace as they kissed.

As they parted, a trail of saliva still joined their lips together. Alex didn't brush it away. He pulled James by the shirt up onto the bed. He lay back, and the wolf dragged himself onto him, pulling Alex into a half hug and kissing again.

James pulled away for a breath and took Alex's head in his hands.

"Wait, Alex, is this alright?"

Alex ignored the question and pulled him into an even deeper kiss, before pulling away and trailing his tongue through the fur of James' neck. He bit once, then moved upwards. James shuddered as he felt a nibble along his ears. Alex then bit hard, causing James to jump. All the while, Alex slid his hands down James' front, feeling the muscles under there under the fur.

James did the same, and pressed his hands down onto Alex's chest, feeling the smooth curves there. After some fumbling, he found the hem of the shirt and slid it upwards. He gasped as he got another, harder bite at the ear, but he didn't stop. He ran his hands through the fur of Alex's belly, and, remembering his conversation with Charlie, squeezed there.

The reaction was immediate. Alex jumped up under his hands and moaned. James felt rather than saw the fluid pumping out of Alex into his underwear. He gave another few squeezes, then moved back to the shirt. Together they got the rest of it off and tossed it to the floor.

James stopped a minute to admire the view below. He ran his hands around Alex's front, messing up the fur, before trailing his hands to his nipples. He had no idea whether Alex would like it or not, but he went for it anyway, and pressed his mouth to one of them and sucked.

"Ah!" he moaned.

"James, wait, let's get your shirt off as well."

They pulled apart, and Alex repeated the same on James. He undid the buttons one at a time, and slowed down as he neared James' crotch. A wet tent had formed in his pants. He wagged his tail happily behind and held his breath as Alex eased his shirt off, his trousers and pants soon following.

James didn't wait for Alex to ask him again; he growled and pulled at Alex's shorts. It dragged his pants halfway down with them, and they pulled tight at his erection. He groaned again, but didn't stop him. James let a devilish smile crawl back to his face.

The smell of their penis' filled the air. The fluid ran freely out and soaked them, but neither cared. The smell, James realised, was amazing. It felt like pure ambrosia to the two lovers.

James brought his head down to Alex's tent while still smiling up at him. Growling all the while, he licked along the bulge and felt it throb under his tongue. The taste drove him wild. He moved closer and took a short nibble of Alex's balls, then moved upwards to his throbbing member. After another lick, he bit again.

Alex lolled his head back in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and let out a moan. Closing his eyes, he waited for his length to be pulled out. It wasn't.

James moved back up towards him until their crotches were once again touching. He sank onto him, pressing them together. They fell into a deep kiss, but sloppier through the blinding pleasure they now felt. James's maw hung open for Alex to press his tongue into, to nibble on his lips and suck on his own tongue. James was relieved they hadn't eaten anything from the canteen recently, as they drooled together. Alex pulled away and moved for his ears again.

Alex is a biter, thought James smiling to himself, until daggers pierced into his fur on both sides. He cried out as the small fangs of the fox pressed into him. He imagined blood dripping from the side of his head now, maybe Alex licking his lips, now tasting it.

James cursed at him; Alex just giggled. It was too cute an action to stay annoyed. He focused away from his ears. He rolled his hips and began to hump Alex. His much bigger cock squishing Alex's below into shuddering moans. He didn't relent, but pushed forward faster and faster.

The moisture grew between them, increasing the friction and the smell. All they could taste was each other, and beneath it all Alex began to sweat. He pulled his legs over and around James' waist, and he pulled him in deeper. James wrapped his arms underneath Alex and pulled him tighter still, before pounding him, ignoring the louder and louder whimpers and moans from his fox. For a moment, Alex became nothing more than a pillow for James.

As Alex got closer, and his penis pushed out more and more fluids, he grabbed James by the arms, stopping him.

"Baby, stop; I'm getting close."

James did so, and held them together in a tight hug. Their dicks continued to throb and leak, and his orgasm got closer and closer under the pressure but then receded.

...

He was snapped out of it as Alex nibbled at his ear. James shuddered now feeling sensitive there.

"Do you not want to finish yet?" whispered James. Alex laughed with a genuine smile and whispered back in an airy voice.

"I would love to, but I want this to go on for a bit longer. And this time, I'm going on top."

Speaking of tops, thought James, are you one too, Alex? He knew he'd be more than happy occasionally to bottom for his fox, but it just wasn't his preferred position.

He rubbed his hands through his lover's fur and decided it didn't matter. If they both liked going on top, so be it.

Alex used his arms, weak as they may be, and pushed against James' chest to get him to move. After a final kiss on the cheek, he rolled off and onto his side beside Alex.

The realisation hit him then of what he had been doing, and his face burned red. He scratched at his neck, which Alex noticed. He rubbed his hands throughout and leaned in for another kiss.

"You smell terrible," said Alex.

"Yeah, and you smell worse, you beautiful fox."

Alex blushed and James found himself relaxing a little. They touched for a moment longer, but Alex was getting restless. James could still tell he was needy to finish, so he drew the moment out, not letting him release just yet.

After another minute of nothing, Alex broke first. He clambered onto James, making him laugh, and straddled his hips. His ass pressed down onto James's dick. James reached over and grabbed Alex's ass in both hands and kneaded the fluffy fur beneath the fabric. When you saw Alex's backside from afar, it didn't look like anything special; it was a bit bigger than what you would expect for a man his size, but nothing exceptional. It's just that now James realised that it was actually not true, it was one of the nicest and largest he'd ever seen, it was just that the tail was always in the way.

Alex bounced up and down, causing him to moan. James pushed his hands further behind and found the tail. He slid one finger beneath, and jabbed at his hole with one finger. Alex yelped and smacked his hand away. Definitely a top then, thought James.

"James," he whimpered in fake annoyance. His tail continued to lash around.

"What is it, handsome?"

James pressed his fingers back on both ends and began spreading his ass apart, leaving his hole alone for now. He had an idea as the fabric moved with his movements. He grasped a handful of it and pulled, backwards, and the whole thing tightened around Alex's length. His legs quivered, and he struggled to stay up right.

He's so needy, thought James. But then again so am I.

Alex's dick was in full view for him, even with the underwear in the way. He'd seen it before, but until now he'd never seen it properly. At full length it was still four inches, but thicker. James grabbed the waistband and pulled it down and under Alex's balls, which held them for James to see. He smirked.

Four inches erect, but now also over an inch in diameter, and that was just at the head. While it used to be a bright red, now, it's shone green. The fluid trailed out of an abused urethra, and led James' eyes further along the trail. Alex's balls were big, but that wasn't what grabbed his attention. His knot was huge. The largest James had ever seen, porn or otherwise.

He moved his hands to Alex's sheath and pulled, trying to expose the knot to the air.

"You have to go slowly," whispered Alex. He gnawed at his lower lip and didn't look him in the eyes.

James did what he asked and pulled down on the fur. Very, very slowly, he eased it out, and somehow it was even greener. A tennis-balls worth of a knot hung in front of him, and they throbbed to be touched. James knew how that felt, and held one in each hand, too awed at the moment to speak. Alex pushed his hips and gasped as he squeezed. James realised that they had never been inside something before, had never felt that total warmth that made penetration a whole other experience during orgasm. It brought another smile to James' face, and he squeezed hard.

"You know, if we fucked, it would be all or nothing, as I wouldn't be able to get off that."

Alex looked angered by that. He sat up then slammed his ass downwards, crushing James below. He gasped in a painful ache of pleasure. His mouth yawned open, and he tilted his head back, basking in the strange feeling.

"Are you saying I'm not big enough, baby?" Alex cooed, slamming down again. James moaned again, but still couldn't find the words for what to say. He tried pushing his legs to move. That sadistic--

"I like it when you moan for me."

The fox bounced a few more times, each time eliciting another squirt between them. James' belly soon became coated and warm with it, though he would never complain.

"S-sorry, Alex, I'm sorry, I like it, I promise."

Alex stopped and brought his own hands to his own length, and began to stroke, squirting along James.

"I know you do. Now, why don't you show me with those big hands of yours."

They're big just because you're small, thought James. He kept it to himself, knowing he liked this aspect. He reached forward again and grasped Alex's balls, and rolled them in his palm before moving upwards. One hand remained on his knot and pushed, trying to create a feeling of tightness, while with the other he rubbed the head of his penis using his thumb. He went in small circles, trailing the fluid that ebbed out. In a moment of boldness, he brought it to his own tongue and swallowed it.

Alex seemed to enjoy the foreplay, but he pushed his hips and whimpered every time James stroked him.

James got the message. He began stroking faster and faster with both hands. Alex leaned back onto his hands and let James do all the work.

Fluid began squirting out at every stroke in long lines across James' body. He didn't mind. He enjoyed it even, opening his mouth and letting it paint his tongue in regular intervals. Alex moaned at every tug of his dick, and James loved it. He began moving his hands faster and faster, with the running cum acting as a slick lubricant. Alex began panting and screaming. His legs trembled and bucked with every motion of James' slick hands, which seemed to tighten with every stroke.

Underneath, James's own length felt neglected, crushed under Alex. His knot still ached to be pulled out of its sheath, to be held or to go into something, but James decided he would deal with it later. For now, it was all about Alex.

The pressure built up. Alex didn't look like he could last much longer. His breath hitched, and he pumped his hips once more before stopping with a gasp. He followed it with a few more, as load after load covered James. He kept on stroking as he did before, teasing out more and more of the fluid over him.

Then the orgasm stopped, which scared James. He looked at Alex, who just smiled down at him, still riding the high of his orgasm that shook him. A worm was pushing out of him. It eased out the tip then fell onto James' stomach. More followed in a few quick spurts before the orgasm finally finished.

James didn't know what to do with the five worms rolling about on his chest. Before, he'd left them on the cell floor for the containment team to clean up once they found what had happened. After which the procedure would usually be to incinerate them if they weren't in use, but since these were Alex's worms, he couldn't do that; could he?

He left them there for the time being and focused back on his partner. Alex's whole body seemed to smile down at James, who lay in awe at the orange beauty, completely speechless.

"You look good down there, baby. Do you think that was big enough for you?"

James didn't answer, but just licked up more of the fluid and swallowed.

Alex moved off and sat beside James on the bed they had ruined together. He pulled off his pants and tossed them at James, who gave them a sniff. It shocked Alex, but he soon regained his composure, limited as it was in his radiant state.

"I didn't know you were so freaky, James." James shrugged.

"It's this stuff you keep pumping over me. I love it."

"Even these?"

Alex grabbed a worm and dragged it towards James' covered crotch, but James didn't move in response. Alex huffed and frowned.

"You can least pretend to be scared of me giving you more worms."

James laughed and sat up. He took Alex's head with a wet hand and pulled him into a kiss. He wasn't sure how to do it, but he wanted to show Alex just how much he loved him at that moment with a single kiss. The results were messy. Their tongues often broke apart for breath, and saliva pooled around their mouths, though neither wiped it away.

...

"Alex, I'm not scared of you giving me more worms," said James between kisses. He leant back and pushed his tongue as far as it would go into the fox's mouth, and it made him gag. Alex pushed away with a trail of drool still attached.

"Why not?"

"Well, you've convinced me after that performance. It does look nice having so many."

Alex was speechless. James continued to smile and went on.

"I trust you, Alex. If you think it's better to have them, then I'll be happy to take yours."

Alex still couldn't speak, but he made up his mind. He grabbed James and pulled him into a half-hug with one arm. With the other, he brushed the worms down his slick fur into his underwear. James' erection had disappeared after so long unattended, yet it sprang straight back to life as the first creature spread him open and went inside.

He came three more times as each creature found his ever-growing hole and disappeared. Again, the endless pleasure shook him, and he fell into a haze. He let out a thin whine as Alex bit him and pulled him into an embrace. He was too tired to resist, and slowly the endless horniness and fatigue overtook him, no matter how hard the fox bit down.

Part 8

The pair napped for forty minutes before either remembered Charlie.

After his constant ebbing orgasm, James found it hard to get up with Alex. He was exhausted, and he didn't know whether he had it in him to have sex again today. It was only after Alex mentioned how Charlie brought them together, and that he was probably watching them through the cameras at this very moment, did James drag his tired body up and out of the cell.

As he was leaving the door, James remembered the collar that Adrian wore. He didn't like bringing up the horse, but his curiosity got the better of him. Alex didn't seem to care at all, but waited until James's face began to panic before answering.

"Charlie came by earlier and removed it. He wanted to know if I was still feeling up to it."

Alex shrugged, and they continued their way down the corridor away from the cells.

_ _

Charlie arrived to make sure he was feeling up to it? Thought James, confused. That was... nice of him. James felt a pang of guilt at what he had said earlier and hung his head. Alex saw this, as he bumped into James' shoulder, causing him to stumble.

They decided afterwards that they wouldn't bother wearing clothes. No one was on-site except for them and Charlie. James wanted to keep Alex's-soaked underwear for the smell, but Alex laughed it off and told him not to be ridiculous.

"You have the real thing now, baby," he said, to which James kissed him again.

They padded into the food hall before heading to the security office. It was the beginning of summer, and hot rays streamed through the room, giving life to a very empty space. Alex moved to stand by the windows and gape at the wilderness beyond.

James had never known what Alex saw there, but part of him hoped that through him he would somehow one day understand. They would be travelling through it for two days after all.

He moved off to get himself a tea and Alex a sprite. There was no one at the till, and neither had any money to speak of, so they stole them along with a few snacks. Alex left a note apologising for the crime before they visited Charlie.

James didn't bother knocking, and pushed into the office. On his usual chair sat Charlie smiling with his eyes closed. In one paw, he was stroking himself to the laptop screen and gently moaning. His dick was shaped the same as James's, but to his disappointment, it too managed to be bigger than his own. It stood around at around seven inches and throbbed with a web of angry veins. Though at the very least, his knot was smaller than Alex's

Part of James felt relieved that it was a video of him sucking off Adrian, rather than what had just happened. He felt Alex tense up beside him, and realised he too was enthralled by the video.

On screen, a pitiful James was choking on a cock that bulged along his throat. He gagged and twitched, but the horse above just kept pounding him, with fluids bubbling out of James' sagging maw with every slap.

James coughed and Charlie realised they were there.

"Wha-- Hey! How long have you two been--"

He stopped as his eyes lingered over their naked bodies. James' front had dried, but all his fur had become crusty and messed up, and no doubt Charlie could still smell him. His erection didn't fade. He continued stroking himself without seeming to notice he was doing it. James sighed internally. He realised that he actually found Charlie to be quite attractive too, though not cute like Alex. He was attractive in a more domineering way.

Alex was the first to move. He strode towards Charlie with a happy smile along his muzzle. His tail bounced in the surrounding air like electricity.

James knew what he was feeling. It was exciting, but also nerve-racking. Charlie could have them in prison for the rest of their lives if he wanted. He stood and kept on stroking himself as the fox approached.

"Hey, handsome."

Alex threw his arms over Charlie's shoulders and pressed his face close. Charlie shuddered nervously and put his arms around Alex's waist. James wasn't sure what to do, so he stood and waited, scratched the fur along his chest and listened to the cracking sound it made as it broke apart.

Then Alex kissed Charlie. A quick peck before pulling apart, then leaning further forward for a deeper, more passionate kiss. Charlie sighed again and pulled the fox closer. Alex hummed in response-- closed his eyes.

James just gawked. He was unsure what to feel seeing Alex loving another in front of him. He shuffled on his feet a minute, but the kissing went on, getting louder and louder. Charlie rocked his hips forward, running his dick through Alex's belly fur, leaving a long trail of pre-cum. Alex giggled back. He pulled Charlie closer, then pulled his head down to bite the tip of his ears.

James rubbed his own ears, not wanting to rub his own throbbing erection. This was humiliating. It felt wrong to watch Alex--

"Are you going to join us or what," said Alex. James felt dumbfounded. Charlie smirked back at him; his face covered in wet kisses.

"I--erm."

His brain was having a minor melt down. For the second time in his life, he was unsure what to feel. They were kissing. Charlie and Alex were--

"I think he's just a bit nervous," said Alex, pulling Charlie towards James.

"Why don't you help him out a little?"

Charlie let go of Alex. He looked the messy wolf up and down a few times before taking his jaw and pulling him towards his own lips. Charlie's tongue entered his maw, and he sucked on it, tasting the coffee and chocolate there.

"Hmm!"

Something pulled at his dick, causing him to gasp. Alex laughed beside him.

"That's it; I think he's ready for it now."

...

Five minutes later, Alex and James kneeled in front of the wolf. Charlie pulled his dick out from James' suckling mouth and pushed it into Alex's tighter maw. Charlie shuddered as James brought his tongue back and continued to suck along his length and balls.

They'd been at it for half an hour now. They swept mouths almost constantly, but always a suckling and trailing tongue, teasing and working him up and up. James wasn't sure how long he could get this other wolf to last; his knot seemed to throb painfully every second.

However, Alex was good. He knew just when to pull off, just when to suck a little harder or graze his dick with his teeth. He was a natural, and precum coated his tongue in thick layers, which James got to taste over and over.

Charlie moaned and pushed forward his hips again. Between his fingers, he played with the two canine ears. Cum dripped. His hips bucked and trembled until hands came and held his rear. His tail never remained still, but snaked around at odd intervals. The pleasure looked amazing from James's submissive place on the floor beneath.

Charlie left another long trail in Alex's mouth before it was replaced with James'. He didn't push himself into him straight away. He waited and watched his white pre dribble down onto the wolf's tongue, before James lapped it up and swallowed it.

They edged him for another twenty minutes before Charlie took control and face fucked James. He'd had it all before, and much bigger. It felt easy taking the canines six inches, even as the knot pushed in, forcing the whole thing into his throat. He swallowed what he could and decided to worry about the rest later as it pumped into him. His attention remained on Alex's hand encased around his own, and the intermittent whispers he got.

"you're doing so well, baby," and "go on, keep swallowing."

And so, he did. He closed his eyes and did whatever Alex told him to.

And after finishing four times on various tongues, Charlie collapsed back into his chair, his soul drained from his body. He could barely speak. He waved James and Alex away as they left, still holding hands.

"I love you, Alex."

"I love you, too, James."

They smiled at each other in the hall before moving back to James' room.

...

"Is there anything in particular you want to bring except for all this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we're not coming back, so is there anything else you would like to bring?"

"We're leaving later, silly. I'm not done with you yet."

James stopped packing and gazed at Alex, shocked. Sure enough, the fox was sporting another erection.

"How... do you want to go again."

Alex crossed the room and took the shirt from James' hands. He tossed it aside and pulled him into another half-embrace. Their tips touched, and he realised he was being serious.

"Oh yes, many, many times more. And maybe in a bit I'll send you back to Charlie to spend some more time with him. After I've finished at least another ten times, then maybe, just maybe, we'll leave. But not until I say so. Does that sound alright?"

Alex held both their lengths in a firm grip. He squeezed at the final words, making James whimper.

_ _

This wasn't how I expected this relationship to go, thought James. I imagined I would be in control.

Not that he was complaining; he couldn't remember a time when he had loved someone as much as he did now. He would do anything he could to make sure this never ended for him.

"... Yes," said James. Alex smiled and pulled him towards the bed.

"Good boy."

...

Neither could properly walk as they stumbled in the dark back towards civilization-- James now with many more worms in tow. Regardless, he knew with the fox by his side, he would be alright, or at the very least, never bored, and there was nothing more he could possibly ask for. He left through the fire exit door with Charlie waving them off, a myriad of tastes across his tongue.