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Ghost 2, Part 2 - Caressing/Masturbation/Rough, Violence/Humor/Fantasy/Language/Culture - June 27, 2011 By Afril, With help from Chaos Blackwing (cl) 2011 The Gay Furry Association

Chapter 10 - Showers and Ghosts

The Guard led the male down the hall and into the shower area. When he tossed the fox a bar of soap, he got another polite 'Thank You', hands clasped, head bowed. Who was this guy, who had silver hair flowing clear down to his butt? Who acted like someone's Grandsire - 'Dropped a house on some Dirtbag.' Hmmf! Always the quiet ones who went nutso... Guy was supposedly some 200 year-old war survivor - Holy Mother Of...

The fox had twined his hair into a loose rope, tossing it over his shoulder, revealing a back that was more scar that skin. "You may touch them if you wish."

The wolf stepped forward and put a trembling hand on the rough skin, mouth open. Shit! Somebody had worked this guy over - He traced the half-rings, the long roundish indentations clear to the firm white butt he gripped. Sure it was in the Paperwork, but to read it was one thing - To Touch It was Another!

A white hand with black stripes on the back touched the water handles. "Ah... It has been a very long time since I had hot water. It is also gratifying to find my old rump is still of interest to a young male - Or are you simply waiting for the dye to wash out?"

The wolf's ears burned... "I..." 'Elder? Great Elder? Grand Great....'

"The word on the tip of your tongue is 'Ancient'. Even if it makes me feel like I should be an old boat, or a vine-covered statue. Mind, after Ancient usually comes 'Dead and Buried'."

The Guard barked a laugh... "Elder... I washed my GrandSire when he was unable to. I cleaned up his 'accidents'. I held him when he could not even remember his own name, let alone mine. It would be an Honor to wash your back - If you wished."

The fox sighed. "So it is less Drool and more Duty that plasters your hand to my ass. Ah well - I should be happy to take whatever I can get. Yes, it would be a welcome gift to have my back and hair washed... But you will get your uniform very wet doing so."

The Guard walked over to a drying bench and dropped his belt. Undid his shirt, and finally stepped out of his pants. Returning, he let the fox set the water temp and cascaded the long hair through his fingers.

"I promise not to drop the soap, if You won't. I an still young enough to be tempted..."

The wolf laughed... "But I am Old enough, Great GrandSire. And while your butt is firm and sexy... The idea of humping my Father's Father's Father does not appeal to me. Besides, I am mated and have cubs." 'And You should be on a porch, with some at your feet, gasping as you tell them yet again about what you did during whatever Clan War you survived.'

It was an honor to wash hair not only so white but so long... How many 10-years did it take to grow something that hid the scarred back so well? He knelt and caressed the firm rump again, working the soap in, then gently wringing the now flat tail into a more manageable clump. Legs back-bent, with scars of their own - Toe-claws chipped and ragged... This one had been without Shelter for some time. Rinsing took a little longer, but the fox didn't seem to be in any hurry.

Oooooo - And wouldn't the Scholar be steamed! Someone older than him. Someone with more knowledge of useless things... He was Definitely going to finagle this male onto his Team come the next Trivia contest. Standing, the Guard dried and re-dressed, waiting for the Elder to finish. A quick drying off and a combing later, the fox was given his standard issue shirt/pants.

* * * *

Everything was quiet as the Wolf showed the Elder his cell.

"There is an Exit map on the wall. Memorize it, Please. There are 3 meals a day in the Food Area, Snacks can be bought from the machines, or at the Prison Store. Lights Out means you have 5 minutes before the doors lock. Unless you are Dead or in the Infirmary, you had better be at head-count in the morning. Showers are before Breakfast and after Work/Recreation periods." He sighed... "And now I have to fill out more paperwork, because as you know - Until the weight of the paperwork exceeds the weight of the vehicle, the vehicle doesn't move."

Received - Shirt with File Number, pants. Soap, teeth cleaner, water cup, stain remover, wash cloths (2), a sheet, a blanket, and a pillow. Placed in cell - 17A. Work Status - 'He's frikkin 200 years old!' The Guard wrote 'Retired.' Blah, Blah, Blah... Name - 'Blank'? His Record number was stamped on every sheet of paper pertaining to him, but Cross-filing required a Name.

"My name translates to 'Ghosting Shadow of the Mountain Pathway Clan.' Please call me Ghost."

'Mountain Ghost.' the Guard wrote... Probably more like 'Death Dancing on your Grave, Ghost'. It was in the eyes. The hands - Steady as a surgeon's. There was Nothing in this Prison that could make this male so much as twitch a whisker in nervousness. Yet, something nagged at him for a moment - And then he almost dropped his pencil. The little round vaccination scars on both arms - Anyone who 'went' to places where bacteria killed more people than guns had them. Hells, that wasn't a Name - That was a Damned CallSign! And Who needed CallSigns? The wolf clicked his tongue against the top of his mouth, and whistled, giving a close approximation of a Chirper's call - And saw a white ear point straight at him. Great! He hated it when he was right about certain hunches... Chirpers lived in the jungles of the Mid-Continent, and the only ones who used the insect's call were Forward Combat squads. They believed guns were a waste of time - 'If you can't stick a knife In it, you can slap a Hop-Mine On it.' But the white male had no tattoos... You Always got drunk and you Always got a piece of you shaved and Something drawn with an ink-stained needle and a small wooden hammer.

So that meant he was a... Spook. Haunt, Shadow, The Unseen... They went by many names, usually followed by a long string of curse words. More than one SquadLeader found a message pouch by his head and a snake wrapped around his balls. The feral serpents were a minor nuisance, slipping into bedrolls and cot-bags, because Fur was Warm... And were encouraged to stay because they ate all the biting, stinging things that also liked Fur.

And woe to the unwary sentry - It didn't matter that there was Nothing for a hundred paces. Except maybe grass... Or a lone tree. A dirt-mound. Or just plain Dust... The sentry Knew there was nothing because he had paced that circle so many times he could count his boot-prints. And then the 'Urge' hit... So he went to his 'spot, dropped his pants, and pissed... Just as he was finishing, a hand would help shake his sheath, or it might give his naked rump a swat.

"Alright you Fagg... Now you are gonna get It!" And when the indignant male turned around - His tent-mate was still over There. And there was Something wedged in his butt-crack.

Hells! The poor male would have to re-button his pants, walk up to whoever was in charge, and say, "A message from a Ghost, Elder." At which time he would have to 'Bend Over and Spread'em', in front of everyone.

The other problem with 'The Unseen' was that they were All 'Working' Psychopaths. Which meant they can carry on a very nice conversation about planting flowers while skinning someone alive. There was no 'Off' switch, no 'Reset' button... They worked, they gave to Charity - They were plain, normal, and average in every way... Until they Weren't.

* * * *

Mister Dayrah was the quiet, charming, bachelor-type who puttered in his basement for 30 some odd years. Everybody liked him, but thought him a bit - Odd. Boxes were constantly being delivered... Only to be whisked off downstairs. Perhaps he collected butterflies, or built model trains...

At exactly 1:13 pm, an entire city block ceased to exist. Bits of several hundred people, buildings, vehicles, and pavement came raining down a few minutes later. It could have been worse - All the pipes in the area had been welded shut, and the crater that was left was lined with fused earth. The next day, the Guards found a partial note that had somehow survived - 'will get rid of those loud, clicking toe-claws, if it is the last thing I do!'

* * * *

The Guard carefully finished the papers, then cleared his throat. "If I may ask - You are not here on... Business, Elder?" From 'Agent' for the Government to 'Agent' for hire was barely a step for this one.

"No... Although it was 'Business' that put me here - Mud-Eel."

The wolf came to attention as best he could with a plastic knee. "Nigi Phiol - Combat Med Tech 3, Forward Squad 17, Elder." After a moment, he said quietly, "There are no ears here but Ours, Shadow Ghost."

The fox took the clipboard from the Guard and wrote something on the back of it with a fingertip. Then put a white hand over the spot... Nigi thanked the male and walked carefully away. At least until he got to the Guard-Tower. There he took the stairs 2 at a time, the elevator was too slow. His shift-partner Looked at him puffing and wheezing...

"You need more exercise." For once he didn't argue.

"You get the 'Ghost Fox' squared away? That's what Solitary called him. Quiet as a mouse, always said, 'Thank You' when he got his plastic tray. Would be Nice to have some of that around here." He dumped the ever-growing file on the wolf's desk, glad He didn't have to work on it. Nigi flipped through the records again, snorting. Idiots! Of course he didn't physically 'Pick-up' the building... Probably cut the load-bearing pillars, and waited for the DipShit to come in. The question was... Why? It couldn't be Money - Agents got paid in advance... If they took the job. And if they didn't... Urf! Somebody had stepped on the Elder's Pride.

"What are you mumbling about over there? And speaking of The Dungeon, they found Fieldmouse droppings in some of the cells again. And yes, I asked them - Politely, not to put out any Traps... The last thing I want to hear is Mister 'Ferals Have Rights Too', screaming all the way up here. Besides - The little things are cute."

The wolf looked at the file. He almost whimpered because what he was about to do meant even More paperwork... But he had a Prison full of males to think of. "The Stamp."

His partner stopped in mid-stretch. "You mean - Mr. Quiet?"

"Dayrah was quiet too... And the fox dumped a building on a rhino you might remember - 'Money can buy Anything' Richhein. They said they found his head intact... I wonder if it was still attached to his body when the building fell on him?"

Shuddering, the wolf dug out a red stamp that simply said, 'Psycho'. 27 pages, and two aching wrists later, they both initialed the last box.

"It'll mean an extra report per shift but..." He eyed the pools-board, catching a grin from his partner. "It might be worth it..."

And so a new sheet got started - How long it took before someone was in the Infirmary. Guards being Guards, they all had their favorite troublemakers in mind. One thing was for sure, it wasn't going to be boring around here...

"Hells..."

"Now what - Sit on your tail again?"

The older wolf sighed... "I wish! I have to go see The Conspiracy Master."

His partner made a face... "Ick! Still, It's going to be uneventful for a couple of days until White settles in - And if we Red-Flag him... Maybe longer." As Nigi went out the door, his partner called out, "Hey, bring me back something sweet from the Exchange. I would offer to pay you for it, but I know your mate doesn't like you yiffing other males..."

The Guard stuck his tongue out. "Muzzle-jobs don't count. They might have some Honeycomb left... And don't give me those 'Puppy-Eyes' either - Damn stuff will rot your fangs off."

"All the better to give head with, My Dear."

Someday, those puns were going to get that Dog in Trouble!

Chapter 11 - More Revelations

The fox was up and dressed before First call-out. He washed by himself, and even though there were plenty of sniggers about his hair, Nobody messed with him. Guys fresh out of the 'Dungeon' were usually ready to screw the nearest hole - Be it ass, wall or pipe! They could wait to see what kind of Crazy he was... They had bets in the 'Infirmary' pool too.

After the Shower, the male dressed, and followed the line to the Mess Hall, where he took a tray, nodded politely when asked what kind of glop he wanted - Which meant he got the green, brown, orange, and 'Whatever color That was supposed to be' slopped onto it. He sat, and ate every last bit of it, making some wonder if he was only given one meal a day in Solitary. He put the tray back, slid the eating-ware into it's container, and bowed to the servers.

"Thank You."

Nobody moved. Nobody Dared to move...

"What kind of brain-dead zombie with no taste-buds would thank Me for Glop?" A bear came out from the kitchen to Stare at the white male. His apron probably hadn't been changed since he started cooking. And the unlit cigar he was chewing on was probably the same age.

"Something is always preferable to Nothing." Bastard sounded like a Fortune Cookie... Hair clear to his ass. And had the look of one who has done without for a while.

"I am sorry... My manners have grown rusty with disuse. I am Cook. Don't care about any other names... So, you like Glop."

"It's better than Field rations." got a loud groan from some of the others in the room... "Mixed with Fizz-water, of course." Which got an even Louder one... On a board simply named 'Most Disgusting Things Ever!' Rations came in Third, right behind Rations mixed with Fizz-Water. Glop was a close fifth. The first space had Something on it so badly scratched up no one could read it - And they didn't Want to Either!

To make Fizz Water, put any kind of liquid in a canteen. Add 1 Fizz tablet. Shake, wait until it stops trying to eat through the liner. And drink, knowing Nothing had survived - It even dissolved kidney stones. The flavor was akin to a pile of citrus tossed in used machine oil.

Cook pulled the cigar out of his muzzle. "How about Homebrew?"

The fox cringed a little... " 'Beer' that you could swear was in the toilet an hour ago? Hooch made from whatever got tossed in the kettle and fermented until it was guaranteed to burn the hair out of your nose? Or Ma-Sang's Napalm Booster that that doubles as crater-maker when dropped from the top of a wawa tree? And it always warm, because -"

"Half the time, the electricity doesn't work!" Crazy or Not, this one had been to the Mid-Continent.

The bear looked at the board. He was going to regret this but... "What's the Worst thing you've ever eaten."

"Raw Mud Eel... Having a fire wasn't a very good idea at the time."

It's a good thing Cook didn't have the cigar in his muzzle, he would have inhaled it.

"You Ate..."

"More like Swallowed. And hoped that it had the decency to die... I swear, sometimes they went in one way and out the other without stopping. So Yes, Glop is pretty good. Cook..."

Another polite bow, and Crazy left to return to his room.

How do you cook Mud-Eel? You put it on a rock and burn it to ash. Then you dust the ash off the rock - And throw it away, because Nothing can make Mud-Eel taste better.

Chapter 12 - Conspiracies

The Conspiracy Master. If anyone knew Too Much about the Shadow World, it was the ferret. It was rumored that at his trial the judge had laughed when they brought Mr. Fayimar in shackles. With 4 fully armed Guards as escort.

"Is all this really necessary for a charge of... Conspiracy? Concurrent Life Sentence? This is the Most ridiculous thing I have ever..."

The ferret motioned to be allowed to come forward. He had to be carried because the chains were so heavy. And whatever he said to the Judge made the feline's muzzle go White. The guards again picked the male up and carried him back to the Defender Table.

"Mister Fayimar... You are be taken - Under Heavy Guard, to the Lawaiem Reformatory, where you will Serve Life Plus a year. Your Living Space will be refurbished to 'accommodate' your special needs."

* * * *

Nigi looked at the paper he always carried with him, again, then rapped on the door 3 times. A pause. Then twice more. "The wind blows westerly today." A half-dozen clicks later the re-enforced door creaked open, one of the few that had the locks on the Inside. Before he could so much as exhale, a hand was on his muzzle.

"Don't say it. Don't whisper it. Don't even think it loudly..."

Another hand took his and the wolf was led down a completely black maze to a... Pretty nice apartment. Carpet, windows with a 'view' that changed. Comfortable seats...

"You want to know about the white fox who is making Cook gasp - First, toss out pretty much everything from the trial, and forget the 'Psycho' label. If he ever went BatShit Insane, the whole Continent would know. He gave you his designation, Didn't he... That's why you are here."

The ferret went over and poured 2 cups of coffee - "Straight black, a little on the strong side." The wolf swallowed... Sometimes, he could Swear Kiwan read minds. When they were settled, the male asked for the first Symbol.

"Omega, The Last. The ones that do the Impossible... Their nickname is 'Magician', because they make people Vanish. They don't exist, of course. Null Aleph - CallSign. Write those letters Anyplace where they can be seen, and you will become a 'Person of Interest' - If you aren't already. He also gave you some numbers - Don't say them!" The ferret looked panicked for a moment... "That is a Contact Number. Probably routs through a Cut-out - A phony Answering Service that doesn't take messages so there is no paper-trail. You will have to ask the Scholar for details, but I can tell you The HylMong Mountain Clans put out Masters since they were founded 4 Millennium ago - That's Thousands of years. Not just Master Warriors, but also Builders, Healers, Scholars... Which is probably Why that whack-job Emperor had them destroyed."

Kiwan removed his shirt and pants, waiting while the wolf did as well, then shyly sat on Nigi's lap, being held and caressed. This was the price the Guard paid... Not the feeling of another male in his lap, but the knowledge that this was the Only time the ferret felt 'Safe'. No twitches. No jumping up to see if someone was listening at the door, or peering through the fake blinds. Pouring out coffee that was made 5 minutes ago because it might be poisoned. The first time his hand slid down to rub the bony rear (Didn't this guy ever eat?), the wolf got the shock of his life.

"I... I am still a virgin. In fact, besides my deceased parents, You are the only person I have ever kissed."

Nigi had offered several times to sleep with him - Not sexually, although he would be willing to do That as well... But the ferret always declined, saying to be held was enough - To be able to just Rest for a while... Equal parts Genius and Paranoid - Cursed to flee from shadows for the rest of his life.

A timer went off and Kiwan took his friend's face in his hands with a sigh. They kissed, then the male slid off, rubbing the wolf's thickened sheath. "You are going to have to do something about that..."

Nigi growled and lightly slapped the thin male's rear. "I have offered many times... But it's ok, my partner says he will trade a muzzle-job for some honeycomb."

The ferret smiled and opened a cabinet, pulling out a jar. "I have enough trouble with caffeine - If I added raw sugar to the mix..." There would be foot-prints on the ceiling. Again the Guard was led down a maze of turns and blank walls in complete darkness, clothing draped over one arm. At the door he Yipped as a slim hand touched his ball-sack, then actually cupped it.

"If I can ever lay beside you and not want to frisk you for weapons, poisons, or listening devices... You really do have a nice pair." The male slid his head out, looking up and down the corridor - Nothing but 2 naked males and maybe some dust.

"If you want to know Why the male is here, Why he was apologizing to the City Guards - He said he let his anger get the better of him. I'll bet you 5 minutes in the Security Council's Chamber, that poor rhino was very much alive right up to the moment all that reinforced concrete smashed into him. Atonement - Warriors don't Torture, it goes against their Honor."

Both hands lifted the wolf's nuts up, as a very fleeting but very Hot kiss was planted on them... Then the door slammed shut. The Guard somehow got dressed, and with a little stiff-legged gait, returned to the Guard-Tower. If his partner wasn't there, woe to the General Population - His dick was going in Somebody... He didn't care Who, he didn't even care which Hole!

Chapter 13 - The Gates of Heaven

Ghost sat and meditated in his cell. When asked why he didn't go outside, he said he didn't care to watch half-naked males run around, and he found most sports boring. Exercise he could do here as easily as there... And he stayed out of trouble as well - Of course, trouble was always an idiot away, and this one came in the form of a canine.

* * * *

"Hey, queerboy..."

The fox opened his eyes, and dropped his feet onto the floor.

"Yeah you - Longhair. You are in My territory, and you haven't given me any respect as yet." He made sure no Guards were around. "Get over here and blow me and maybe I will let it slide - This time."

The white male stood, padded over to the bars where the canine stood.

"Hey! What the...?" the dog yelped as his pants hit the floor.

"You want me to do this right, yes?"

Shit! He had expected to grab Longhair's head and hump a quick fuck into the white muzzle. Show him who was boss - Instead, fingers slid over his hips and squeezed his ass! Blunt claws circled his cheeks, making his tail lift and wag, despite what it's owner wanted. He gasped as those same clawed fingers started making wave-like trails in his fur, sliding down his butt. Then straight back up, trailing heat along his skin. Closer and closer to his cleft the fingers weaved until...

"The First Gate." Wha? A claw slipped between his cheeks, slowly sliding downward, to rub the back of his nut-sack. Hot breath steamed his sheath and he moaned, biting a lip. When did the faggot squat... Unnnhhh! The left hand caressed his ass, while the right cupped his scrotum, blunt claws sliding over the back, the thumb rolling his testes gently in their furry holder.

"The Second Gate."

A finger teased his pucker and the canine froze. He suddenly decided this wasn't such a good idea. If that digit breached him, he was going to yap like a puppy... But it didn't. It just caressed and teased and moved away to slide across his hip. The dog wasn't sure if he was disappointed or not... The hand on his balls twisted them, adding just a touch of pain. Then both hands cupped his sack, the claws turning spirals around his skin. Each testicle was individually teased, rubbed, pushed up and tugged down. Again, hot breath washed over his nuts and he broke out in a sweat, hand gripping the bars as his knees started to give way. Then his scrotum were batted gently back and forth... Back and forth as a finger slid up his sheath. His doggy-cock exploded out, the hand quickly getting his swollen knot out, a blunt claw tracing veins along the shaft.

The canine no longer cared about the Guards. He didn't care if someone came up behind him and shoved their dick up his ass... All he wanted was to cummm! The hand tucked his erection behind his shirt, rubbing it into his belly fur, leaving a growing blot of pre on the cloth.

"The Third Gate."

A finger flicked the tip of his dick. Waves of pleasure/pain made the mutt arch, unable to do much as the other hand still held his balls firmly, the claws tracing patterns in his fur, coaxing the organs inside to swell in the rough palm. Again, a finger traced veins and caressed the throbbing semen-tube, pressing the cloth against the heated canine's skin.

"Please..." he moaned, arching again at a finger-flick against the underside of his tip. The male tapped his belly and the dog somehow managed to open his eyes and look down. The white hands pressed together, fingers bent in so the knuckles touched. He couldn't read the symbols branded on those hands, but he knew it was a warning.

"The Fourth Gate."

The dog watched as those same fingers slid behind his cock, interlacing as the palms touched his knobs. Cupping them, holding them tightly... It was almost enough to send him over the edge, but as he stared into the blue eyes, he felt fear run down his back.

"Please..." he whispered for an entirely different reason. But there was no pity in those eyes... Then the palms Vibrated.

The canine could not even scream as orgasm after orgasm burned through his spine, ate up his brain. He became 9 inches of hard, red flesh that was pumping every last drop of sperm his balls could produce into his shirt and belly. Somehow, his hands let go of the bars. Somehow he fell in a heap without breaking anything. He Felt the cool floor on his rump and tail. He Felt the hot sticky seed on his stomach, and chest. He Felt the air stir around him, causing his balls to churn and try to give what they didn't have to the still pulsating dog-meat that pushed against the wet shirt. He also felt the clawed fingers sliding down his thighs, his calves... And he somehow found breath to whimper, as they lazily caressed his ankles. Then they moves across his feet, teasing each toe in turn, before sliding up the soles...

The mutt's toes curled, his eyes shut, and his whole body went limp, drool forming a puddle beside his head as it flopped to one side. The fox shook his head and stood, padding back to his bed. Even with all his Disciplines and training, He barely made it past the Sixth Gate of Heaven before passing out. There were Ten gates in all, according to the diagrams. It was rumored Someone had gotten halfway through the Ritual of the Eighth Gate by using a dead body. They didn't get through the Whole ritual, because the corpse exploded. The white male sat on the bed, tucked his legs up and continued exercising - Moving each muscle in his body, one at a time. Contract, expand. Contract, expand. Then the next one...

* * * *

A couple of the dog's colleagues managed to yank his pants back up and drag him to the Infirmary... Where the doctor screened him for every known drug - And found nothing. The bear growled, writing 'Slipped on a bar of soap.' as the reason for the visit. The other two took off, leaving Byll in the tender mercies of the Doc. Who pulled a curtain, undid the canine's shirt buttons... And proceeded to lap up every bit of cock-cream off the shuddering male. Mmmmmmm... It had a salty, slightly bitter flavor that made his muzzle water, and he even got to suck on the cock-stalk, getting a little bit of pre before the knobs deflated and it slid back into it's holder.

It was then he noted the swirling pattern traced in the scrotal fur... Well - Someone knows the Gates? He chuckled, ruffling the fur smooth, and getting a gasped moan from the dog as the balls swelled just a little. And still sensitive too - A Master then. Good - It had been a very long time since he had felt the 'Vibrating Finger' massage his prostate at the Fifth gate... And of course it was just as much fun to return the favor - Well, he couldn't turn on the 'hum', but he Could finger a rump-hole as good as anyone else. The bear hooked up an IV, sticking it in the male's arm. Unless there was nerve damage, the biggest problem would be dehydration. Pants and shirt went into a bag, and the dog was wheeled into the back and placed on a bed, where an assistant gave him a sponge bath, changed his IV and generally watched over the patient - It beat bandaging up the usual idiot who 'Fell down the stairs'.

It took the mutt a week to recover... And every ounce of his will not to return to the fox and Beg him to do that Gate thing again. It was barely a week later when he was once again lying on an Infirmary bed, an IV in his arm - But this time there was a crooked smile on his muzzle... He lasted a whole 5 minutes more this time!

Chapter 14 - Temas

Others had also noted the white male... A wolf watched the white-furred fox wash, and grinned to himself. He was tired of being his Alpha's punching bag... Besides, those long, beautiful locks deserved someone who knew how to take care of them. Maybe in a sort of braid, or even just tied at the end - Right now it was so much spaghetti hanging down the fox's back - All the way to that yummy-looking rump his fingers itched to caress. Making sure 'Raph the Bastard' was no where in sight, Temas made his way over to the vulpine, gently putting a hand on the white shoulder.

"Hun, you need someone to take care of that hair for you..." A blue eye looked him over, then the fox shrugged.

"If you wish..."

The wolf ran his fingers through the long fur. Ugh! Dull, stringy... Definitely a challenge. He lifted the tips. A little frayed, but manageable. He dared a soft caress along one firm cheek... And relaxed when the male didn't growl or smack him. He slid his hand along the sodden tail... Jeez - Didn't the fox know Conditioner even existed? Well, that was about to change.

"Be right back, Hun."

The wolf went over to a skunk, who gave him a couple of bottles and a swat on his rear. "You be careful now..." He had taken the wolf to the Infirmary too many times - And as soon as Temas was patched up, back he went to that Bastard. The mephit grinned... White Knights were only supposed to exist in bed-tales, but perhaps every now and again, one came around here as well.

The wolf hummed something as he lathered up the fox's head, gently rubbing the triangular ears. Then across the shoulders that really needed a massaging, and down... What? He parted the curtain of white hair - Then stifled a gasp in the back of his hand. He carefully traced the long-healed cuts in the flesh. There was no fur. There was no place for fur to grow!

"Bamboo?"

A nod and he shivered... Shit! And he thought Raph beat on him? How many of the Other rumors about the fox were true? Temas knelt and worked the length of hair over, again daring to touch the firm ass. Hells! He felt the muscles ripple against his fingers as he washed the rump he was rapidly falling in lust with. But the long rope of hair that lay over his shoulder wasn't going to wash itself, so he reluctantly applied shampoo to the white tail, feeling it come alive in his hands.

This fox really needed someone to take care of his fur... And maybe that firm but round ass he so wanted to worship with muzzle and tongue and fingers. He helped rinse off the sexy male, sighing as he eyed the conditioner - Then he grinned. Maybe that was his ticket in...

"I'm Temas... Would it be alright if I followed you back - To finish your fur, that is."

Again, a blue eye looked him over and he tried not to tremble... "Sure."

How could a single word turn him upside down like this? He ran the bottles back over to the skunk, this time getting a kiss on his cheek. And then hurried back to take the bar of (UGH) soap and place it on a shelf. "No more of that stuff for you. We are going to fix you up right." A good fluffing-up at the drying area, and the wolf asked the fox which cell was his.

"I need to pick up some things, and I will be right there, Sexy." He 'eeped' as the last slipped out, but again, the male didn't so much as twitch an ear. Either the fox wasn't into other males - Easily remedied, Temas could seduce paint off a wall. Or... The male was - Polite? The wolf dressed and hurried off, to gather his things. Raph and the 'Boys' would be terrorizing some poor fur for a while, so it was safe. He stuffed all his possessions into a pillow-case - Five years. Five long years and all he had to show for it was a handful of bottles, a few brushes, lube... And some bruises. He winced as his ribs told him not to move that way. At least they weren't broken... He shivered, thinking about the fox - Beautiful blue eyes. An exotic hint of an accent. That long flowing fur. And an Ass to die for! No - He wasn't falling in love. Love got him 15 years in here. Lust? Sure. Sympathy? With a back like that - Hah! Gods That Be grant the fox was... If not 'well-endowed', at least above average.

He stripped the bed, getting it all in a bundle. A quick look around and he scooted down the hall. He knew eyes were everywhere... He just hoped to be faster than the 'Grapevine'.

* * * *

Ghost watched the wolf almost run into his cell, panting hard. A look of relief came over the gray muzzle at the unmade bed. "I'm sorry... I should have asked, but I assumed that you were alone when you didn't have anyone to do your hair. I mean - You are alone... And needing someone to do your fur and keep the place tidy and..." The male came over, sat Temas down and hugged him. Hugged him!

"I..." he tried to speak. "I..." And then he just held the fox, sobbing. He didn't know why... Perhaps because for the first time in a Very long time, he felt - Cared for. For several minutes the wolf clung to the male, not seeing the blue eyes go a dark sapphire color. Ghost knew what the wolf was offering the moment the hand touched his shoulder. And normally, he would have declined - Not because he was a prude, but he wasn't interested in the burden a cell-mate entailed. But he'd noted the trembling in the hand. The wild look of desperation in the amber eyes. And while he was no Angel, such things touched on his Honor. He slid the 'Dragon' back into it's box, the anger it held was not needed as yet. But when it was... Someone was going to pay for the tears on his shirt.

Temas was startled as soft lips touched his own. It was strange, how cool they felt compared to the warmth of the hands that caressed his neck and shoulders. "You can stay for as long as you wish." made him feel light-headed.

"I am such an idiot..." the wolf managed, getting a cloth from the shelf and blowing his nose, wiping his eyes. The white male stood and he wondered if he was going to get his first taste of fox-cock (that week) - When a hand patted his muzzle.

"Time to eat." Oh. He got up and followed the male out the cell door, not quite swishing his hips. He didn't care Who saw him, he had a new Alpha now.

Chapter 15 - Raph the Stupid, Part 1

Temas returned to the cell, and made his bed, putting some bottles on the shelf, the rest of the stuff he stowed. Moving to the other bed, he fussed with the fox's shirt, gently slapping away the white hands. "Now now, I owe you..." Slipping the cloth off, he turned the male to face the cell door and parting the long fur into three sections, started braiding it. It took a while, but the wolf finally slid the queue over a white shoulder, where a hand caressed it.

"It is... Nice. I shall have to find a clasp worthy of your talent to place on it."

The wolf *blushed* and got a vial of oil, coating his hands and rubbing them to warm it. Then he spread it on the ruination of a back, working it in until it looked less - Horrific. Somewhat. Maybe... But at least the skin was supple, and he reached around to rub the residual on the fox's dry chest-bumps, getting a shudder and a soft moan. Damn, he wanted to slide the pants off that hot, white ass. Caress and nuzzle and kiss and tease the male until he was turned around and Really showed some gratitude... He kissed a shoulder, letting his head rest on it for a minute.

"Thank You..." got a hand caressing his face, not a slap that sent him sprawling. He didn't Want to let go of that firm chest, with it's twin cute pink nipples, but he had a bed to make - And a fox to seduce. Of course, the tranquility couldn't last... The male had just finished putting his shirt back on and Temas was wiping his hands on a cloth, when from the open door came -

"Well, Well, Well. What have we here. Two lovebirds?"

Raph grinned as the fox stood up. Good - He got to beat the shit out of two little fuck-wads today. But he was feeling generous... "I think you have something that belongs to me."

The white male didn't even move. "Really? I don't see anything."

The wolf growled. "Look, you little shit. I don't care who you Think you are, but to Me you are just a little white cock-sucker that needs..." *Crunch*

Raph stood a moment, tying to understand what had just happened - He had stepped into the cell. Something that felt like a sledgehammer came down on his foot. As shock gave way to pain, the wolf slowly lifted his leg up, falling onto his back, and screeching as he grabbed at his mashed toes.

The fox stood in the door and shook his head. "You screech this loud over a couple of broken toes? What a wimp. Alpha? An Alpha would have growled, 'Is that All you got?' Will someone get this 'wolf' to the Infirmary before he pees himself, and smells the place up?"

Temas bit the cloth in his hand to keep from screeching laughter, while a couple of the 'Boys' lifted the still howling male up and drug him off - Well, Raph wasn't going to be hitting Anyone for a while... Idiot broke Rule Number 1.

* * * *

That night, the wolf lay in his bed, shivering. Not because it was cold, but because he wanted the male inside him so badly. Sure, the fox had told him he could stay... But others had said the same thing. And traded him off when he wasn't their 'favorite' anymore. Since the kiss that morning, Ghost had pretty much ignored him. And it hurt... Dammit! All he had was his ass and muzzle - And maybe his hands. He was used to earning his 'keep' with his body... Besides, he Liked having his butt pounded on every night. He yipped when a hand touched his shoulder. The male took his blanket and his hand and led the wolf over to the other bed.

"Two blankets make a warmer bed. Two bodies give off more heat." Temas giggled as he slid into the fox's bed. That accent was just too cute for words. Especially when it said something as - Fortune-cookie'ish as that. Then he murred as the male slid in beside him, and yes two blankets did make the bed warmer. He murred louder when a firm hand gripped his butt, and he wriggled it enticingly, hoping the fox would turn him over... Instead he got his forehead kissed and the male snuggling him closer.

"Thank You, Sir." got his nose tapped, making the wolf giggle again.

"I am not a Sir. I am not a Master. I am a Ghost." Still, the male's sheath felt nice pressing against his own, as did the fingers combing his long white fur. The wolf kissed his cheek, and nuzzled his shoulder, giving his gray rump one more wriggle before letting sleep claim him.

Again, Ghost had to stuff the 'Dragon' back into it's box - How it wanted to go and rip some Bastard's still-beating heart out. To shatter every bone of the male who dared to hurt the cute woof. To blast the canine Through the nearest wall, turning what was left of the body to jelly. But the fox was used to such blind rages, and deftly sealed the lid on it. If Raph was as dumb as he looked, he might yet feel the Dragon's Wrath. But not now - Now was a time to enjoy hearing this wolf breathe. Feel the warmth of a body against his... It had been a very long time since he had a lover. In the morning he would again allow the cute male to braid his hair, play with his butt in the shower. He chuckled silently... And yes, that ass felt very nice in his fingers.

Chapter 16 - Brigade

A few days later, they were in the shower, when the fox excused himself and padded off, to stand beside a bull. The bovine was grunting and holding his shoulder - Damn thing was acting up again. The white male grabbed his arm - "This is going to hurt..."

And pulled the socket away from the joint, dislocating it further. A yank forward re-aligned the two bones, and a hard shove set it back in place again. Then a vibrating palm soothed some of the pain away. The male was in turns incredulous, in screaming agony, and finally stupefied. He rolled his arm around, shaking his head. It was almost as good as the last time they put it back together - Which was in a Field Hospital.

"Where the Hells did you learn that?"

"Same place I learned how to do a running stitch across a belly wound using a piece of para-sail and a bamboo splinter. Where everyone wears bandannas because they make quick tourniquets. Where you always carry an extra bullet because Nobody gets left behind... Alive."

The fox slapped the bull's rump. "Blow'em up by day, and Blow'em down by night, Big Guy."

He returned to the wolf, who just Stared at the white male for a minute. Temas didn't hear what was said, but the look on the bull's face said Something juicy was going to be on the 'Grapevine' before Breakfast. A few moments later that same big male lumbered over and grunted at the fox.

"You weren't on the Coast. You don't carry the tats." All up and down the bull's arms gravestones were tattooed, and each had the name of someone who didn't make it back.

"Of course I wasn't there... Just like it wasn't a 'War', just a skirmish between those who wanted to keep the government as it was, and those who wanted a new one. So, have they re-built the 'Pink Parasol' in Namgon yet?"

The bull bellowed and stomped a big hoof. "Hells no! Everybody partied when that piece of shit blew... Did you have a hand in that? Please, Tell me you had something to do with it..."

The fox shrugged. "Someone may have slipped a set of coordinates to a mortar team in the hills. But of course, I wasn't there. I wonder if Mistress Mae Tai still presides over 'The Inn of Happiness'?"

At the bovine's blank look, he sputtered... "How the hells did you forget Mistress Mae?" The vulpine turned to Temas. "The first thing you saw when you entered the bar was a throne at the back. And in that throne sat a warthog - in Full make up. And I do mean Full... In a slinky dress that left nothing to the imagination, Gods helps us! Wearing a curly blonde wig. He even wore brown ear-rings that 'matched his eyes'... I didn't think there was enough hooch in the whole damn delta to take that image away!"

The bull thought for a moment... Then his face went through several contortions, and he looked ready to barf up Yesterday's Breakfast. "Hells! Now how am I supposed to eat after remembering That?" He Stared at the fox. "What Is your name?"

"Ghost..."

Again the bull stood a moment. Then he grabbed the white hands, feeling the brands. He stuck a big hand behind the cascade of white hair and rubbed what was left of a back. "Son Of A Butt-Fucked Bison! It can't Be!" He grabbed the male and whirled around, hugging the fox in a crushing grip. "You White Bastard - Mountain Ghost! You are supposed to be dead, Dammit."

"How many times, SargentFirst?"

The bull put the fox back on his feet, looking at a fellow Survivor. "Wait until the Guys hear this! And it's just Gerge now. So what the hell brings your white ass here? You're not... Fulfilling a contract."

The fox shook his head. "No, a double-cross put me here. And yes, I took care of it."

The big male looked relieved. If Ghost had asked, he would have done anything in his power to help 'Take Care of the Problem'. "And who is this, eh?"

"This is my 'Flower Boy', Temas."

Gerge snorted. "Flower Boy my ass! You and your hard-luck..." Turning to Temas, the big bull waved his hands around. "One night, this Metaai (Local woman) was sobbing outside the bar. Seems her cub had wandered off in the rain, and naturally there were several mine-fields around the village. I think that whole damn Country was one big mine-field... Ghost, You remember the clay pots? Probably left over the from the First Invasion, those damn things were filled with gunpowder gods knows how old, and stuck in the ground with a loose lid and a striker. Those pieces of shit went off when the wind blew the grass in the wrong direction!" He slapped the fox on the shoulder.

"Anyway, this bastard took off like his tail was on fire. The rest of us decided to think on the problem... Ok, we were half-potted. But we still got our gear on, expecting to find bits of fox strewn all over the damn place. And here he comes, carrying this cute cub on his shoulder, both of them laughing like hyenas..." The bull grinned ruefully. "And guess who had to stand at attention, in full dress uniform, In the damn heat while a bunch of brass yapped on and on about civil duty and bravery beyond - Whatever. Not this white bastard! Hells, most of my medals should be pinned to His chest. Who took out the sniper on Butcher's Hill? A ghost. Whose white ass drove that truck full of wounded into Phanpat - It must have been a ghost because there was nobody at the wheel..."

The big male sighed and slapped his friend's rump. "Hey - Last I heard, there is Still a million Lighe bounty on your head... What's that in Real money, a couple of hundred thousand?" Didn't matter - Once Brigade, Always Brigade. "Damn, you have Got to come over to the West hall - The guys are not going to fukkin' believe me!"

Gerge walked off, shaking his head, leaving the wolf with very wide eyes.

* * * *

"Flower Boy?" The two males were again sitting in their cell, Temas had finished re-brushing out his 'Lovers' hair and braided it, adding a clasp that matched the brands.

"Lads were not allowed to sell their butts, so they would stand outside the bar with a basket of flowers. You decided which one you wanted for the night and you 'bought' the basket. The soldier got a warm body to sleep with. The boy's family got extra income. And the government could say there was absolutely no prostitution."

The wolf giggled and snugged the fox. He wondered how old the white male was - The 'skirmish' could be 40 years old or happened just before the fox was put in here. Not that He cared... Not when that hand caressed his butt, and that thick sheath rubbed against his - Temas *gasped* when the tip of a finger slid past his anal-ring, scritching, tickling, teasing his rectum. Unnnhhh! He wanted to grab the hand and shove that finger all the way in. He wanted to jerk the fox-cock out of it's holder and replace that... *Erk* Teasing finger with something a Lot better. His ears twitched at 'Fifth Gate'... Then, the finger started vibrating... The poor male passed out before he could ask what the fox meant.

Chapter 17 - Negotiations

Another interested party was the Elder - A 103 year old serpent who knew much about the HylMong. Including the fact that a little over 400 years ago, the Emperor of The Sky decided he didn't like the 'blight' of the Nine Mountain Clans on his land. So he took 20,000 troops, several dozen cannon and a wagon-full of a new weapon called a 'Rifle' to remove them. It took most of a year before the last temple was destroyed, and he lost 16,000 soldiers doing it. Of course the surviving Clan members simply vanished into lore. So either the marks on a certain white fox's hands were fake, or... He shivered. The Pathway Clan were Warriors... In the same way Sharks were fish - Technically, yes. The weak were 'culled' by being given to other Temples. The ones who survived the training, learned the mastery of two basic Disciplines - Mountain Shield, and Rolling Boulder.

The First Discipline changed the density of a person's body - Light as the clouds, or Heavy as the Mountain itself. A Master could turn himself into an unmovable 'Statue' - Everything just bounced off... or broke. Or he could float, untouchable as the movement of the air would push him away from the blow.

The Second Discipline captured the force of a Bolder rolling downhill and transferred it to whatever the Warrior touched. A Master could concentrate the energy into a claw-tip... Or expand it into a shock-wave. Many an acolyte broke their own bones because they forgot that Once a bolder starts rolling, it doesn't stop until it impacts Something. 'Hey, Look at my hand Glow... Damn Itch!' *Crunch*

* * * *

Nng'Kwep slid into a seat next to the fox one morning. He had a tray with a teapot and 2 porcelain cups. < Will you take tea with me? >

"You're HylMong is excellent, Elder." The serpent snorted, and poured the greenish liquid out.

"Ahhhh... Rehonji. For this alone, I owe you a debt."

The reptile sipped his tea. "When did you leave the Temple of the Pathway?"

Blue eyes looked into gold ones. < I left the Mountain Temple of the Way of the Path, in the thirty-second year of the reign of the Emperor of the Sun. >

The serpent poured more tea. "I should call You 'Elder' - You left a full Century before the Great Purge?"

The fox merely shrugged. "The Black Dragon has walked with me many times, but has yet to take my hand." The Ninth and most powerful of the dragons of legend, Black was rumored to be Death itself, and entrusted by the Gods with the task of destroying the Universe - So a new one could be created. Thank Goodness That hasn't happened yet!

"I am a descendant of the Mountain Temple of the Arched Moon." So was the rest of the small Island-Continent... Or so they Claimed. The Emperor was more Dignitary than ruler - The people liked to see him and his wife at festivals. The Old Ways were best - As long as they could keep their Cable TV. And their Microwaves. And live in Modern Apartments. And speak Standard Common. Of course, the tiny little fact that the Clans only took in Orphans and None of the Members ever married didn't stop anybody. There were even places where you could buy 'Certified' genealogy charts that showed some distant relative of yours was the illegitimate love-child of a Great Warrior and his Mistress.

They finished their tea. "I need a Favor..."

< Brother, You have but to ask... >

* * * *

In the middle of every cell-block is a room with tables and chairs. In one such room a feline was flipping an ornate dagger in his hand, the long blade gleaming wickedly in the light. He was Bored... There hadn't been a decent Riot in months. No power struggles to speak of. The only halfway interesting thing was Raph being sent to the Infirmary - Twice. Seems he picked up a habit of kicking doors... Stupid wolves and their Territory issues. You lost one Bitch, you picked up another... Damn idiot was almost as dumb as DipShit. The hyena's name was Kinney, but everybody called him DipShit. DipShit laughed at everything... He laughed at the food - Like That was hard. He laughed when he fucked somebody - Which was just plain creepy. He laughed when the feline told him to Shut Up. Nobody worried about him laughing... It was when he Stopped, you worried. The hyena's hands were gristle and bone. His jaws could bite a 2x4 in half... He especially loved the crunch of legs, and would take several chomps on one before starting on the other.

Huh... Speaking of Crazy, in came the white fox who rumors were still swirling around the 'vine about. Not a member of the Brigade, but might as well be. Who wore his hair like a fagg - No. Even Faggs didn't have hair that long. Oh yeah. And Polite... Those were the worst ones. 'He was always a quiet boy...' Right up to the moment he massacred an entire town - Or blew it to hell. So why was He here? Hmmmm - Maybe he was tired of that mutt coming around his den, or nest or whatever. Tequah and the wolf had a 'History', going back several years, so who better to get rid of a... 'Pest'? The idea of an old-fashioned rumble, with the chance of having that mutt as his Personal fuck-toy made the feline smile.

"How may I help you, Mister Ghost."

The fox stopped. He stuck one leg out, bent at the knee, toes just touching the floor. Fingers curled in, he touched his knuckles so the branded characters on the backs of his hands could be plainly seen, and bent his head, bowing. Jeez... You saw stuff like this on the vid, not in Real Life. And of course, DipShit laughed.

"Do I have the honor of addressing Mister Tequah?"

At least he stopped doing that faggy pose and stood with his hands behind his back. What was the fox waiting for, an invitation? Every hair on the cat's neck snapped straight out... Shit, he Was! The feline immediately thought of several contacts that were going to watch this male - Very carefully. All their cells were checked for contraband. But someone with time, patience and knowledge - He was a damned Mercenary 'Consultant'. Probably knew how to build just about every type of explosive there was... The fox was Formally polite. The kind who held grudges from Cubhood. The kind who were never called 'Serial Killers' because they were Never caught! And time was All they had here...

So he sits and waits and makes little innocent looking... Things. Then he is released and one day he drives by, thinking of all the slights done to him... And *Boom* No More Prison. Or worse - He short-circuits and decides Not to wait...

DipShit laughed again. 'Shut-Up...' the feline whispered out the side of his mouth, nodding to the fox to come closer. And what came out of the white muzzle was the Last thing he expected...

"It would be nice if you would show The Elder Nng'Kwep the respect someone his age deserves."

WHAT?! DipShit laughed louder if that was possible.

"It would also be nice if you and the other members of your group would not harass The Elder Nng'Kwep."

The feline rubbed his temples, feeling a massive headache coming on... "Shut. Up. DipShit!"

"It would also be very nice if the things that were taken from the Elder Serpent were returned to him - Please."

No fight. No fucking his hated enemy in the ass every night until it got boring. The hyena was about to fall on the floor, pointing at the fox, screeching in such a way as to set the cat's frayed nerves on edge.

"Will you fukkin shut..."

The dagger the feline had been so casually waving about, suddenly jumped up and *Slammed* into the hyena's muzzle, hilt-first. Kinney went *Urk* and fell backwards, out-cold. Tequah stood for several seconds staring at the thing as if it had suddenly come to life, while the others started first at the canine, then the Boss...

"I..." he gasped, "I didn't just..." Oh Yes he Did just cold-cock someone that even Lions feared.

"Well," said the white male. "And they call Me crazy..."

The feline decided now was a good time to vanish - And did so, while the other Gang-members dragged the hyena off to his cell, leaving just the fox and a white ermine.

"A moment, cousin."

Eproi spat. "I am not your damn cou..."

A leather covered steel gauntlet gripped his neck, a finger caressing the artery. He swallowed, hands on his pants, ready to drop them... Better raped and alive than hung from a ceiling fan by your intestines. Teeth nibbled on a round ear, his shirt opened up almost by itself as claws caressed his chest, teased his nipples.

"It would be appreciated..." A husky voice whispered into his ear, the hand trailing along his belly... His trembling fingers quickly undid his pants, letting them puddle at his ankles.

"If these things happened..." Both sets of claws dug into his ass, making the ermine arch up, and pop an erection. Those so strong hands mashed his cheeks, thumbs pushing in the crack, sliding up and down the valley... Teasing his anal-ring with taps and pressing inward, but not quite Entering the pooched hole.

"Soon." The hands slid around his hips to Grip his balls, squeezing them taut, while a claw-tip lazily scratched at the rounded ends. Pre dribbled down the throbbing stalk and the white male found it hard to breathe as he was used so wonderfully.

"Please..." he gasped, trying to wriggle his butt. "Take me..."

"I already have a fuck-toy..." Disappointment quickly vanished as teeth clamped down on the back of his neck, the hand that was squeezing his balls turned into a 'claw', blunt nails raking the cords, the skin to again yank his nuts tight. The other hand squeezed his cock-head, and with a rough twist, jerked away.

Very much like a well-shook champagne bottle, the ermine blasted white stuff all over the place. He could barely squeak as his sack was mauled, his ass plundered by a finger that slammed itself in and out several times, before being shoved in to the hilt - And vibrating.

* * * *

When conscience's returned, Eproi managed to crawl into his Cell, and wet a rag to shove against his balls. It took no time at all to round up the Gang, a little longer before he could wear pants again. "I want everything taken from the snake returned - Now." The scream of pain/pleasure had traveled pretty damn far, and the sight of the male lying on the floor, covered in cum, was a good reminder - You Don't Mess With Crazy... And that went Double for Psycho-Crazy.

End of Part 2