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[b][u][center]An Impossible Sentence

Chapter 10

For Mizzukat

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The thirty-hour mark finally arrived. Horus leaned against the door of his cell as the guards did one final circuit around the gates leading to the rest of the prison, looking in on some of the better-behaved prisoners before finally turning away. They tapped their keys against the Prism Gate that led out of gen-pop, stepped through, and stopped paying attention.

No sooner had they stepped out of sight than Horus waved down the line. Another prisoner took up the gesture, waving to someone else further down the cell block, and another past that. The horse had already turned away from the signal passing, shaking his head as he reached back for the butt plug in his rump. The damn thing was still humming, but not for much longer.

“Are you ready for this?” he muttered.

“Mmm, as ready as I can be. For now, I still have faith that this will work,” Shadowclaw said.

“It’ll work.”

“I would believe that better if you believed it at all.”

“…I’m hoping it’ll work.”

“Now that, I can believe.”

All things considered, there was no room for anything but hope. Any worries, any final doubts, would have to wait until the prison riot was either done and quelled or done and successful. Doubting it going forward was only going to get them…

Well, some of them would die. He would go through something else entirely, and he didn’t want to think too hard about that, quite honestly.

A soft hum filled the air from further down. That would be Mafia making his way from the bottom of the prison upward. The master-key that he had was going to turn off as many of the plugs as possible before someone further up the security chain realized that something was going on. Once all the prisoners were more or less freed from being tracked and traumatized, they could make a move.

[i]And then they’ll probably shut down that master-key, and we’ll have to make due with the Prism Gate keys.[/i]

So long as the plan worked, it should be enough, but it was going to be close. It was going to be very close.

The sound of voices rose in the distance, and he knew that Mafia was getting more and more people on his side. Some of the prisoners would be more than willing to follow the boar, wanting to get free and trusting him to get them there. Some would be less than willing, but would go along with the larger group in hopes of getting free without having to follow orders. Those that weren’t going to follow orders at all…

Well, Horus wouldn’t be surprised if some of them were left in the cells.

He waited, his eyes away from the rising swell of sound. He could feel Shadowclaw move beside him, the panther peering through the doorway at the walkway and the stairs that led up and down between the levels.

“How far?” Horus whispered.

“Mmmm, not far now. I would say…a minute.”

A minute of standing there with his ass out, then. He leaned back, resting his hands on the cell bars as he looked at the far wall.

[i]I’m this close to getting my powers back, and I’m going to be fighting against the proper law and order of the city…[/i]

A part of him felt guilty about that, but only a part, and a small part at that. After everything that Warden Maxson had put him through, there was no way that he could feel that much sympathy for them. They were going against all the rules and putting everyone else in jeopardy with their plans. Not rising up was the worst thing that he could do right now.

So, he waited. The horse clenched his fists tight, his eyes closing for a moment –

Buzz.

“Come on.”

Mafia’s voice was soft but as commanding as ever. He fell in step with the rest of the released prisoners, pulling his plug out and throwing it over his shoulder into the cell. He could just barely hear Shadowclaw joining in, the half-invisible panther falling in line with the rest of the nude prisoners.

Once, this would have felt embarrassing. Walking naked with all the other men around him, feeling cocks slapping against his hips and thighs and rump, knowing that there were some of them that were staring at him with hunger and want? That would have been as embarrassing and humiliating as it got. It would have made him feel…things…and he would have been red-faced as could be.

Now? Now, there was almost nothing sexual about it at all. It was just a bunch of people with their dignity taken that were making a move to take it back.

They reached the main gate. The guards hadn’t turned around as Mafia handed the key to Dark Storm. The raven stepped forward, tapped the master-key to the gate –

Vrooooooom.

The Prism Gate went down. The two armored guards on the other side turned in shock, their eyes widening behind their visors.

Click.

Mafia snapped his fingers and the prisoners surged forward in a flood of flesh and scales and fur. They tackled the guards to the ground, and though some of them screamed in obvious pain from the shocks and blasts of energy from the armored guards, there were too many prisoners to be easily stopped. The mob of villains surged forward, pummeling the armored thugs on the ground, ripping bits and pieces of their armor off before grabbing at the skin beneath.

The guards had no chance. Not after the first few seconds.

“We do not have much time,” Mafia said. “Shadowclaw, show Dark Storm and Shock Treatment where the side halls are.”

“Heh, as you wish. Come, birdie, rodent.”

A vague silhouette led a stunned raven and a stony-faced possum off to the side. Horus blinked, only for Mafia to hold up the seven keys.

[i]Right…we’re doing it now, then.[/i]

They moved. The rest of the prisoners seemed seized by a madness of vengeance, pummeling the guards even after they had lost consciousness. General Victorious strode into the mess, trying to take control. Maybe he would; Horus knew that the bull had some control over the prisoners, and that he had a small herd that obeyed him implicitly. It might be enough to seize control of the mob again.

He didn’t see Giltadoa, though. He tried not to think about that.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two problematic subordinates disappear down a side passage. Hopefully, the cameras were too busy staring at the riot and the – likely – dead guards to have noticed that, or what Mafia was doing. He followed the boar to the nearest Prism Gate, and he turned his attention to all the colors shimmering and dancing before his eyes.

[i]This would kill anyone else…[/i]

He still remembered the shimmer of the gates the first time he saw them. He still remembered the feeling of terror when he’d realized what they were capable of doing. The sheer power that went into maintaining them must have used up a massive chunk of the power supply that the prison had, but the idea of this being used in public –

[i]No, don’t think about anything but what you have to do. Don’t think about anything else but this.[/i]

“What do you need me to do?” he muttered.

“I am about to plug the keys in,” Mafia said, standing by the control panel to the horse’s right. “Once all the keys are active, just step inside. If it works, you’ll get saturated with pure light again.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“We find out.”

“And the power-cancellation network?”

“I have a plan for that. But let’s see if this works first.”

He just hoped it would. Despite everything, he didn’t want to die.

It was easy to tell when the first key went in. The rainbow of color shimmered and the red lines became stronger, firmer. They formed scratch-marks through the watery mess of the other colors.

Then orange went in, then yellow. The rainbow shimmers solidified further and further with each key, and the gate itself looked jagged, wrong. The light looked solid in a way that it never should, like it was oozing through from one sense to another, going from sight to something…something wrong. It made Horus’s skin itch to look at it, and he gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to take a step back from the gates.

Blue. Indigo. The second to last key went in, and the whole thing rattled. The two projectors on either side of the hallway looked as if they were going to break down if something didn’t happen soon to change. The energy contained between the emitters was unstable, threatening to break down. The crack-like shapes between them shimmered, going back and forth between physical and merely light.

“And…go!”

Violet. The last key went in, and the whole thing shattered. All color disappeared, all hint of different shades fading away as they melted into each other. It was no longer merely illumination. It was [i]light.[/i]

Horus wasted no time and leaped right into it. For the first time in too long, true warmth and light suffused him, and the stallion all but moaned as he was filled with the pure concentrated energy of the sun.

“Nnnngh…mmmph…yeeeeees…”

It was comfort in the purest sense with the light flowing through him. He felt every last photon hitting his veins, and it surged through him in a whole new way. Oh, the energy fields of the power suppression network tried to take it from him, but the light was too strong, too pure for him to be lose it that easily. He clenched his hands into fists, feeling the light hitting him, going through his skin and into his heart and flesh and muscles. He sucked up every last bit of it and pulled for him, the light flickering around him as he consumed it.

More.

More.

More!

As it flowed down his veins, the old symbols began to take shape. The Egyptian themes that had always danced over him on hero-duty showed themselves again, a great Horus hieroglyph appearing on his chest. His arms bulged with golden light, the shimmer of the desert leaving its shine on him again. His arms and legs bulged with muscle, and his eyes glowed with the same gold that he remembered from his time on the streets.

More.

He clenched his fist, and the power ran down his back, over his spine and toward his hips. It was scant, nothing compared to his old costume, but it broke [i]everything[/i] in the way. Every single control device, every bit of bondage, everything that the Warden had applied to him…was gone.

He was as free as he could be inside the prison.

When the light finally broke, sucked up to fuel his powers, he stood there in…precious little. A jockstrap that covered his cock and sheath, but nothing for his pussy or ass. His balls were on the verge of sliding out of the golden jock, and there was almost nothing hiding them bulging at the base of it.

But he had his power. He had his fucking power.

And as the guards came down the hallway, finally arriving on-scene, the stallion turned to face them. His eyes glowed with all the power of the sun, and he clenched his fist. The dozen-strong armored squad stutter-stepped to a halt, their eyes going wide behind their visors.

Horus punched the air. The air ran away.

The ‘thump’ as the compressed air slammed into the guards rattled the hallway, and most of them went down with a louder thunk as they hit the floor. The few that were able to keep their footing ran away, charging back down the hallway. Horus started to take a step after them –

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Giltadoa. Horus turned, narrowing his eyes at the gila monster-toad hybrid as he walked out of the gen-pop station. The taller man looked down at him as he crossed the now-quiet hallway, standing by the horse’s side.

“We got a job to do, remember?” he muttered.

“…”

“Come on.”

He didn’t have a choice; his body remembered the hypnosis from the cell the day before, and he gritted his teeth as he fell in line behind the hybrid. Before they could go, he turned to Mafia. The boar was just making his way back to the rest of the villains –

“What about the grid?” Horus asked, already feeling the light power draining out of him. “It’s already taking it.”

“Right. That. We should be fine about –”

“Now,” Shadowclaw said.

Vroooooooooom.

The whole hallway went dark, so bleak that it was almost pitch-black. No light shimmered, no door glowed, but –

Crack.

“Nnnngh…”

“Fuck, yes…”

But the grid was offline. Several villains started glowing with sickly green shimmers, and others began to crackle with energy that Horus couldn’t immediately understand. It was all clearly a bit weaker than usual, somewhat suppressed by the remnants of the grid and the energy still in the air, but it was far more than the prison was supposed to allow.

“That should keep you empowered long enough to reach the office,” Mafia said, turning with a small but smug smile across his muzzle. “That said, I suggest you move quickly. The Warden will be trying to route some auxiliary power to the grid, and it won’t take him [i]that[/i] long to find a way to do it. Try and get to him before we all get killed.”

“…”

“Go.”

Shadowclaw and Giltadoa dragged the stallion along to another of the side hallways. He imagined that nobody could see them, this time. The darkness was so thick that even his light was barely able to light it up, and the massive army of villain supers that were making their way down the hallway was probably the bigger threat at the moment, anyway.

“How did he pull that off?” Horus muttered.

“Mmm, that would be Shock Treatment,” Shadowclaw said from somewhere further ahead. “I believe that he was told to use his powers as soon as he found a conduit that was open.”

“And flood the system?”

“Something like that.”

“…Fuck. Mafia’s planned this out better than I thought.”

“He’s the only one that could pull something like this shit off,” Giltadoa said, shaking his head. “Fucker’s an asshole, but he knows what the fuck he’s doing. Never tells anyone shit about his plans until it’s time, though.”

“You too, huh?”

“Worked with him enough times to know how he works. I believe him when he says something’s gonna work out, because he ain’t wrong very often, but fuck, he’s a pain in the ass.”

“Glad it’s not just me feeling that way.”

They fell silent as they made their way through the side hallways. They were just off the main corridors, but far skinnier, barely allowing them to move through single-file. The guards would have struggled with them, too, though, and he imagined that they were going to be more worried about the massive army of prisoners that was in the process of taking over the prison. So long as the guards were dealing with that, the side corridors should be safe enough.

“What happened with the other two?” Horus asked.

“Oh, them? I merely showed them a different route.”

“…A longer route?”

“Much, [i]much[/i] longer.”

Then they had time. That had been one thing he was genuinely worried about, but it was another oddly brilliant idea from the boar. It slowed the other villains down, kept them out of the way, and it made sure that they weren’t going to be pulling more supporters from the large group. Mafia got to look like more of an icon, Dark Storm was carrying the defunct master-key – which might be trackable – and neither of the troublemakers would know that Horus was as empowered as he was.

It was a masterstroke. Much as he hated it, he was starting to respect Mafia more and more.

They continued moving through the cramped hallways, eventually finding a ladder. Shadowclaw took it first, alighting and climbing quickly. Giltadoa followed behind, and Horus tried to wait at the bottom –

“Follow right behind me.”

“…Define right behind you,” the stallion muttered.

“Close enough that I can feel your breath on my feet.”

“…”

He didn’t have a choice. He [i]had[/i] to follow orders. The stallion gritted his teeth as he rested his hands on the ladder rungs, following the hybrid up. Each step brought his nose nearer and nearer to the slippery, somewhat slimy soles right above him. He tried not to breathe too hard, but more than once, he had to take a deep breath, and it always happened just when the guy above him slowed down and he bumped his nose against the slippery, slightly sweaty toes just in front of him.

Breath.

“Mmmph…”

The warmth always spread through him in a way that left him both relaxed and aroused, and it was humiliating. Utterly humiliating. He could feel his dick throbbing upward, his eyes rolling back in their sockets, his pussy getting wet; everything that could hit him, did. His hooves slid more than once on the rungs as his legs almost went out from under him, and he wanted nothing more than to smack the other man off the ladder.

But he couldn’t. They needed Giltadoa to get out of here, and if something happened to him…

[i]Asshole…just…asshole.[/i]

Up, up, up they climbed. At one point, they slowed down because he got his cock caught in the ladder, the throbbing thing thrust through the rungs and grinding against the wall. He couldn’t think clearly enough to actually get it loose, and it ended up slowing them down for a full quarter of the ladder as it was pushed down by one rung, all the way down to the point of being almost painful, only to swing up and smack against the next rung with a clang. Each time it happened, Shadowclaw chuckled to himself, and Giltadoa made it worse with a comment or two.

“And that’s another cock-slap.”

“Can’t keep it down, can you?”

“Have that much of a thing for my feet?”

“That’s an iron rod; wonder if you’d last long properly slimed?”

He did his best not to think about it. His best wasn’t very good.

By the time they reached the top of the ladder, much further up the prison, he was exhausted. His body was half-limp, and he was barely holding himself together. If it wasn’t for the boost that he was getting from the light coursing through his body, he would have been utterly useless, flopped out on the ground and twitching and oozing pre-cum. As it was, he was dully following after the pair of them, his cock pointing the way the hole time, oozing as it went.

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

“Mmm, I would say that we’re getting close,” Shadowclaw called back. “I can smell clean things again.”

“First time I’ve heard that in a while,” Giltadoa said.

“Ah, you have not been cleaned?”

“Do you think Maxson sends anyone close to me? My shit can’t be suppressed. Anyone that touches me is mine.”

“Mmm, good to know.”

Horus just did his best to ignore their banter. If they were far enough up to be smelling clean people, that meant that they had to be on the top floor. That meant that they were over the water-line, which meant that if he found even one window, he could super-charge on proper sunlight. All it would take was –

[i]Whoooooom.[/i]

They paused at the different sound…and at the sight of the panther in front of them. For the first time in his life, he had a chance to see what Shadowclaw actually looked like, and the image was burned into his head.

The panther had a streak of white down one side of his face. Not silver, not gray, but white, burned across his otherwise black body. One eye was dull, blinded, perhaps, and the stripe cut across his face and down the other side. It went down, down, down, but he didn’t see where it ended. He looked away, sparing the other man some dignity while he still could.

“Do not look, do not look, do not, do not, do not,” the panther hissed, and he could tell that Giltadoa had seen just as much as he had, if not more. “Look…away…”

“Don’t fucking care how you look, just keep moving.”

“Don’t look.”

“Move, then!”

Horus grabbed hold of the hybrid before it could get worse, turning him around by the shoulder.

“Shut up. He’s our guide. Look away for a few seconds, let him get his head on straight, and we’ll keep moving.”

“Are you seriously telling me what to do?”

[i]I’m saying you give him a bit of respect,[/i] was what Horus wanted to say. He gritted his teeth, slowly pulling his hand back to resist the urge to break Giltadoa’s shoulder, and kept his hands at his side as he said something else.

“He’s our guide. You mess him up, we’re not getting anywhere.”

“…”

“You want to get to Maxson, you need to let him take it at his pace. And if he can’t hide right now, then you need to let him have a moment to cover up again.”

“…Fucking…ugh.”

Giltadoa threw his hands in the air, but he didn’t push the issue. All things considered, he felt that was the best deal that they were going to get on the matter.

It didn’t take long before he felt something fuzzy pushing between his legs, sliding between them and then behind him. The hand that followed, resting on his shoulder, shook more than it used to, but the voice was as steady as ever.

“Forward, skip the first turn, take a left at the next,” Shadowclaw said.

And just like that, they were on the move again.

There was no more teasing. Maybe Giltadoa was more pissed about the whole thing now, or maybe they all just felt the oppression of the system at their back again. With the grid back up, they were back on the clock. If they took too long, Mafia and the others would get caught, and with the way that the guards were feeling? Horus wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if there was a surge of violence in return; guards didn’t take kindly to anyone threatening the power that they wielded over others.

And if Dark Storm and Shock Treatment got there first…

[i]They won’t. Not if we keep moving.[/i]

He shook off the worst of the residual bits of horny from the ladder as he followed and repeated Shadowclaw’s instructions. They were getting closer and closer, now. He could feel the occasional light that poked through the cracks in the side of the prison. They must have been on the side that faced away from the city, the part that didn’t have to look good. Not much there, too strong to break out of, but not quite strong enough to hold back the tiniest bits of light from outside.

It was enough to let him keep beating the grid, at least, which was good. He’d need all that power.

They rounded another corner, went down a ladder when part of the hallway was blocked off, then up another. It was an endless maze, and the entire time, Horus kept thinking about what was happening with the rest of the villains. He even wondered if General Victorious was alright, despite the fact that the damn bull had raped him as much as the rest of the villains had.

Chalking it up to the other man’s powers, he just kept pushing on.

Finally, they reached the end of the corridor and found themselves face to face with a new door. Giltadoa leaned away from it, looking over his shoulder. Horus kept his face between the hybrid and Shadowclaw’s.

“What’s this?” the hybrid grunted.

“This…is where I step in,” the panther said. “Do not look at me.”

“You –”

“Do what he says,” Horus said.

“We’re going to have words after this, Mare.”

“I’m sure.”

“Let me through,” Shadowclaw said.

They spread their legs and the panther crawled between them. As the feline popped up on the other side, Horus turned his head away and pulled Giltadoa’s head to look elsewhere, too. The panther crept closer to the door, resting his ear against it.

“Where are we?” Giltadoa grunted. “And let go of my fucking head.”

Once more, he had no choice. He let go, shaking his head as he did.

“This is the Warden’s office,” Shadowclaw said. “I’ve reported here more than once, considering his…retainer. He does like to know what’s going on in the prison outside of the little recordings from the plugs.”

“We’re right here? Right now?! Get out of the way, you –”

“Patience, patience. I have something that has to be done first.”

Before either of them could say a word, the panther pushed the door open. Giltadoa bit down on a sputtering response, and Horus grabbed the hybrid around the waist before he could leap out and do something stupid.

“Warden, Warden, why, you seem to be having quite the spat of problems at the moment,” the panther said as he stepped into the room.

“Are you shitting me right now?!” Giltadoa whispered.

“I have no idea.”

“I swear, if he betrays us –”

“Just wait. He might not.”

“That bastard’s been listening in on prisoners all over the place, and you seriously think that he’s still on our side?”

“I don’t think we have much of a choice.”

The door was still open by the thinnest of measures, and they were able to see through the crack. The Warden, suit glowing brightly, stood behind his desk with an expression of great annoyance pulling at his features. The silhouette of the panther moved around it, always just slightly in shadow, always hard to see.

“You. And I thought that you would have died in the riot already,” the Warden said, rolling his eyes. “I don’t suppose you can tell me how this happened, hmm?”

“Oh, I could tell you many things about this, Warden, for the right price.”

“You’re telling me that the offer of fixing your…disfiguration…isn’t sufficient?”

“Oh, I am quite interested in getting that, still, but I feel that information on the current crisis is a little more pressing. A little more…valuable, wouldn’t you say?”

“I’m going to wring his filthy little neck,” Giltadoa grunted.

“Wait…wait…”

The Warden stepped out from behind his desk. Once he moved, Horus saw something he’d missed before: a console. A vast array of buttons were just visible beneath the Warden’s desk, each one glowing as brightly as the crocodile’s suit. He could only imagine what all those buttons did, but he doubted that any of them were anything good for those that opposed the crocodile’s will. Probably had a link to the whole prison with those things, able to manipulate everything in it with just a push of the button.

[i]Probably how he manages security while staying up here…All that glow-stuff, all the making of keys and all that, he can only do that when he’s present. If it has to be done at range…or quickly…[/i]

“Just a bit longer,” he whispered.

“Why?”

“That console. What do you think? Security?”

“What console?”

“Under the desk!”

“…Fuck – you’re right. Security console.”

Which meant that there were probably electrified floors and other traps in the office, things that would make their life hell if they just wandered in while the Warden was in reach. The fact that Shadowclaw had lured the crocodile out from behind the desk meant that they had a chance.

“What do you want, prisoner?” the Warden asked. “And make it quick. The guards have the prisoners trapped two floors down, but if I don’t do something to cut down their numbers, I’ll have to flood them out.”

“Oh, you would kill your source of experimental subjects, then? Quite the waste, it seems.”

“Better they die than get out and talk about their time in prison. Now, what happened down there? What does Mafia want?”

“Well, you, I imagine.”

“You [i]imagine.[/i] I hired you to get me [i]real[/i] information, verified at the source. I wanted to know what was happening with Mafia ever since the signal went strange –”

[i]He knew about that?![/i]

“And you told me that he was planning something. That he managed to move his signal. I was relying on you to keep me informed, but ever since that breeding bitch came here, your reports have started slipping.”

[i]Me?[/i]

The Warden was a full six paces away from his desk now, his hand raised as if he would strike the panther.

“Tell me what you know. Now.”

“And that’s my cue,” Giltadoa muttered, stepping forward.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: The time has come. The plan is initiated, and the prisoners begin their attempt to break out.

Tags: M/H, Foot Fetish, Mild Drugging, Aphrodisiac, Prison, Transformation, Powers, Super Powers, Superheroes, Super Villains, Series, Stallion, Hybrid, Gila Monster, Toad, Panther, Crocodile, Breaking Out,