How Lord Shen Spends His Time

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Lord Shen faces his fears of the wolves and the world in a rather interesting way.

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How Lord Shen Spends His Time

For GlynWolf

By Draconicon

The pacification of Gongmen City was, in many ways, simpler than one could have imagined. Lord Shen had anticipated some hatred for his return, and indeed, had found several members of the populace that were already spreading lies about him, pushing for the return of the Kung-Fu Masters to oversee the city and remove him from power. However, they were few in number and what allies they might have found were quickly dissuaded from joining their cause with the presence of Master Rhino's hammer embedded in the streets.

From there, it was simple enough to take control, and he was ruling from the ancestral palace once more within a week. The albino peacock stared out at the city, fighting the smile that pulled at his beak, knowing that the façade of peace was just that: a façade, something that could be pulled away to reveal the hatred that the people had for him at any time. They bowed before him out of fear, not out of love. They did not see him as they had seen his parents, not by some way.

"They will learn...If not to love, then to know their place..."

He would hold what was his. Gongmen City...was his.

The peacock's feathery fingers clenched around the railing, and his talons nearly punctured the wooden boards that formed the balcony. He hated the pause even in his own thoughts, that moment of fear as he thought about what could happen if he lost his grip, as he worried that he had missed something, that some great horror still lingered on the horizon.

It did not matter that he had the weapons and the support of the city again. Those weapons and that support were dependent on others, on the wolves...and the peacocks had always been at odds with the wolves.

He shifted his gaze from the city to the courtyard before the palace, narrowing his eyes at the canine mercenaries that he had gathered under his banner. Boss Wolf and his people were...capable, there was no denying that, but his feathers prickled and his talons itched whenever they were around. The reminder of their fangs and claws, the little tickle to his instincts that reminded him that his people were once hunted by theirs, always made him have to fight that fear that this could turn against him.

"He's loyal to my coin...but not to me."

But it was more than that. Boss Wolf could turn on him at any moment, and he had no way to be sure that he could fight the wolf off.

Lord Shen's attempts at a smile died at that. He had been very, very careful to keep the instinctual fear of the hunters from showing, and had gone through many meditations, many types of training to master himself so that it no longer affected him. They had been...triflingly effective, at best. He did not think that the wolf mercenary knew the extent to which he had to master himself to be around him, and he hoped that he never would. If Boss Wolf ever realized just how much leverage that he could have...

No. He wouldn't. Shen would make sure of that.

And the latest training was showing some promise. He no longer had to fight the feathers on the back of his neck bristling every time that he saw the wolf. He no longer trembled when Boss Wolf leaned in to whisper bad news to him, some ancient fear of those fangs around his neck begging him to lash out and break the contact.

It was better. Not right. But better.

He turned from the balcony, folding his arms so that his feathers rested in the sleeves of his white robe. The soothsayer was right behind him, as always, and he narrowed his eyes at the ram.

"Send Boss Wolf to the private quarters two floors down," he said, striding past her. "I require his attention for further training."

"Your fears drive you ever further, Lord Shen."

"They do nothing of the sort."

"They always have. Ever since -"

"Will you carry my order or not?"

"I will. But take care. Your fears herd you, drive you. They will be the death of you, if you cannot master them."

"...Follow my order, Soothsayer."

She turned, all but waddling away, and he turned his gaze back to Gongmen City one last time. The colorful spires cut the sky and bled the sunset onto them, and in his eyes, the city turned from one of green and orange and silver to one that was traced with red from top to bottom.

It was fitting. Gongmen City had always been known as the city of fireworks, but to survive, it would become the city of iron and blood.

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Lord Shen continued his breathing exercises, the peacock's broad eyelashes rising and falling, tickling the top of his head at times in a way that he did his best to ignore. He forced it back by organizing it under 'Sensations of Rhythm', and it allowed him to just feel it as part of the natural breathing that he was keeping his thoughts on. A simple in and out, but it helped him shut out the rest of the room, keeping him focused on himself and nothing more. That was the only way to start the training; otherwise, he would be overwhelmed.

Bit by bit, he extended his awareness of the room around him, pushing outwards, feeling the coiled ropes wrapped around his wings that pulled them up and over his head. A similar feeling of chains around his ankles, just over his disarmed talons, pulled him back down every time that he breathed out.

Bondage.

Chains.

Submission.

Paralysis.

All of those things that he would have disdained at any other time, things that he would have seen as indignity and beneath him, were required for this. He had to put himself in the hands of his fear in order to face it and defeat it.

"Heh...ready for another session already, huh, boss?"

Lord Shen opened one eye, the albino peacock keeping a level stare at the leather-armored wolf that had just stepped through the door. Boss Wolf's bad eye was still closed, the top-heavy wolf still managing to project an air of menace despite the failure that had resulted in its injury. He chuckled as he shut the door behind him, and Shen sighed.

"You will not risk this becoming common knowledge. This is a rare privilege for you."

"Heh, I think it's more that you just like my company."

"You flatter yourself."

"Nah. I think you just like lying to yourself."

"The presence of these chains are the only thing that allow you to keep your tongue after speaking those words. Take care that they never leave your mouth in the presence of others."

This was not the first time that they had carried out this 'training,' unorthodox as it was. Shen never would have tried this, but the Soothsayer had made her predictions before, and this had tied into one. He would never be able to overcome his fear of the past if he did not face his hunter.

Boss Wolf was a ragged, uncouth barbarian, and the sort of male that he would never have given a second glance in any other situation. Shen did not approve of many females, to be sure, and though he was more partial to males, there were just as few that could meet his standards.

The wolf did not. He was neither regal, nor of the background that would have lent him some sort of attraction. No education beyond the fighting arts, and he was one that prized muscle and coin over the standards of aesthetics and civility. There was nothing there that spoke to his heart, nor anything that truly held his attention as an individual.

But...

It was not incorrect to say that his body feared this, and yet, was attracted to it. To be used was better than to be eaten, and his body knew how to respond to that.

With his robes discarded, Shen knew that his body was on display. His long tail feathers had been gathered into a bind behind him, keeping him from flaring them out and revealing his rump to the wolf behind him. The fact that he hung from his wings, his legs forcibly spread, meant that his cheeks were well and truly on offer to the mercenary.

"Heh...I'm never going to get tired of this view."

"You should not get used to it."

"I ain't gonna. Too good to get used to. I'm gonna treasure it every time I see it. You know how many times I've gotten off to thinking of our last -"

"I don't care."

"Cold."

"I am not here because I want this. I am here -" Lord Shen sighed. No, he would not defend nor explain himself. There was no point in educating a ruffian such as this. "You know the rules. If you can 'win' before I release myself from the chains, then you may take me for the night. If I escape before you do, then the reverse shall happen."

"Heh. Except I always win."

"You may try again."

Though it was true that Boss Wolf had 'won' the three previous times that they had done this training. He did not like that inconvenient fact, nor did he like admitting that his body had succumbed to the pleasures of the flesh rather than holding strong until he could free himself from the bindings. The fear had rendered him half-paralyzed, and the desperate desire to escape from the wolf's teeth had left him submitting to the canine without any recourse to freedom. Pleasure, such as it was, had been...intense.

Unwanted, yes, but intense. His body was learning many things, and that was one lesson that he would forget if he could.

He heard the wolf stripping down, and he kept his eyes to the window that led to the sunset. The sun's fading light fell like crimson and purple tears upon the city, and he told himself that would be the blood of Gongmen City's enemies. Not his people. Not him. Just their enemies.

He was not so much a monster as they thought he was. The obliteration of the pandas had been done for the sake of the royal line. For him, yes, but for the sake of continuation. Had his parents not failed to produce another heir? If he were to fall, if he had fallen, the peacocks would have faded from not merely memory, but from existence.

His choice had been the right one. He was still here.

Wolf grabbed his ass, and Shen barely kept himself from gasping in shock. The mercenary leaned in, those sharp teeth raking against his neck feathers.

"I think that you like it more than you're telling me."

"..."

"Why else would you keep asking for it?"

"I have my own reasons."

"Yeah? Those reasons have anything to do with that hard dick you got?"

That was another shame, another moment that he wished he could forget. The fear that pumped through his veins and set his heart to pounding was making other things respond, as well, including that. His breath caught in his throat for a moment as the wolf's rough hand gripped it tightly, giving it a hard clench and squeeze. He tilted his head back, turning away as his mercenary huffed and chuckled against his neck.

"That's it...you love it."

"I do not."

"Then why are my fingers getting sticky, bitch?"

An insult that he would not have suffered in a normal situation, but one that he was forced to not only accept now, but feel his body responding to in a positive fashion. The bindings, the tightness, the inescapable power of the predator behind him -

"Nnngh!"

A tight squeeze at the base of his cock left him hissing through his beak, and he glared over his shoulder at the one-eyed wolf. Boss Wolf only chuckled.

"Ya fight it, but ya want it."

"I do not."

"Yeah? Then why are ya paying me to fuck you?"

"I'm not."

"Yeah? You're all tied up...telling me to use ya...to break ya...And all those other times, you ain't got free of the ropes yet. Tie 'em too tight?"

"..."

"Or do I gotta show you what it feels like to be a bitch before you start squawking for more again?"

"I do not squawk!"

Wolf's chuckle was not reassuring, and neither was the sudden lack of any pressure on his shaft. Shen knew what was coming next, and he knew that he had to start making an attempt to free himself before -

The heated stretch of two fingers ramming past his rim stole his breath away, leaving him arching his back in a vain attempt to escape it. They pushed in further, deeper, taking away more and more of the tightness that he had worked so hard to get back after getting knot-fucked the last time.

"Clod...that...mmph...The exercises I had to do..."

"Why bother? Ya know ya love it."

His body did. He did not. He differentiated the two as strongly as he could, as if he could rule his own body by royal decree rather than through its many physiological responses.

"Ah..."

He breathed out slowly as the fingers started pumping him, knowing that they were going to speed up all too soon. In, out, in, out, the thumb already slapping against one cheek and the other fingers against the other. He could feel the ripples that went through, the slight softness back there that would never have been present in a real martial arts master -

You are not one of them. You are better. Better!

But he still felt the shame as Wolf slammed his fingers in and out, roughly rutting his hole with those digits again and again. The pressure just under his shaft - for it was a cloaca down there, rather than the differentiated orifices that the other species had - kept him hard, and he was huffing and hissing, his talons curling and the pointed tips nearly raking his own feet in the process.

"Heh, what's the matter, 'Lord' Shen? Already feeling it?"

"You...have not...won..."

"Yet."

In, out, in, out, faster and faster, the wet sucking of flesh and the heat of the moment making him sweat and drip. His shaft was soaked in its own fluids in short order, dripping to the stone floor beneath him, and he lowered his head as he desperately tried to keep focused on not giving the wolf another win.

And somehow, it was still getting faster. Those fingers, those rough fingers with blunted claws that pulled at his inner walls in a way that was so rough and crude and yet hit his buttons harder than he liked, the raking of those fangs against his neck, the constant rough smell of something that wanted to eat him: they had his mind running too fast to think, his heart pounding so fast that he could scarcely catch his breath.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Jiggle.

Smack.

Spank.

He was right on the verge of going over when the wolf bit at his neck, and the slight pain from the nibble was enough to calm him. Shen curled his talons into tight balls almost like fists, and he almost managed to wiggle one free.

Almost.

Boss Wolf chuckled, slowly pulling his fingers out, taking his time to really spread the pair of them as they reached the peacock's pucker. Shen hissed, then gasped as they popped free, feeling the spread that came with it. His hole felt like it was on fire, and yet, some part of him wanted the fingers back.

I don't.

But some part of him did. Better to keep the wolf satisfied with his body, to keep him focused on his dick rather than his stomach. One good bite and he'd be done. One good swipe of those claws -

Shen fought against his instincts, feeling the fear trying to overwhelm him, feeling the urge to just give in and pushing it back down. He was better than that. He was better than the fear.

Fear had gotten him banished.

Fear had lost him his family.

Fear had lost him everything, from love to status to anything that mattered.

He could not be afraid again.

"Heh, looks like I'm gonna have to go harder today," Boss Wolf muttered.

"You...may go...as hard as you can..."

"You haven't even gotten one limb free yet. I'm gonna win again."

Such was the truth, but that didn't mean that Shen entirely agreed with the assessment. He did, however, need to make a start. If he didn't get a wing loose, or a leg, then he was going to be in deep trouble trying to hold out for the rest of the session.

Boss Wolf's hands rubbed his thighs while the peacock fiddled with the ropes coiled around his wings. They were tight, woven between his stronger feathers and pulling painfully if he wiggled them the wrong way. He could lose most of his plumage if he wasn't careful, and that was a look that he was not willing to take on. He had worked too hard to look this good to lose it to this -

The heat of a tapered tip rubbed against his hole, and the peacock stiffened, his eyes going wide as he realized what was coming next. Boss Wolf wrapped his arms around the peacock's middle, pulling him back, that fat shaft sliding with hot fluids from the tip around his hole. Almost in, sliding past, then back down, threatening, never quite stabbing into him, never quite taking it all the way.

"Heh. Ya sure ya want to be a Lord again?"

Shen stiffened at the question. The very idea - no. No, he was the lord of the city. He had come back for that.

"Ain't like you're gonna do much out here. Ya look down at the city all day, make weapons all night. Who's going to do all the fighting? You?"

No. That was what soldiers were for. The wolves, for now, but then there would be more. Shen's denial was stifled with the tip of that wolf cock just barely pressing against his pucker, however, and he huffed and shivered as he felt it threatening to slide into him -

Give him what he wanted.

No, he didn't want it, but his body did. He groaned under his breath, his finger-feathers twitching. One finally got under the coils of the rope, giving him the chance to start wiggling it free. Either Boss Wolf didn't notice or didn't care; either way, he was still pushing, claiming, insulting.

"I could give ya what ya need, Shen."

"That is Lord Shen...to you..."

"Says the bird bitch on my dick."

"I am not - nngh!"

He might not have been a bitch, but he was most definitely stuck on the wolf's cock now, the tapered tip pushing past his inflamed rim. Oh, it was sensitive back there, too sensitive, and he shivered as the instincts that had kept him safe - no, that had tempted him, and were tempting him now to fall once more - were rising up again. Give in. Keep that cock happy. Give the predator what he wanted.

No.

No.

NO!

Even as Boss wolf pushed in deeper, those arms wrapped around him all too tightly, he could feel something else. Something almost tender. He would have laughed if he had the breath; he had to break this before the ruffian said something else stupid, something else that would push him further down that road towards...this.

As he wiggled his wing further and further free, he kept pulling at the shackles around his talons. There was...a...way...out. There had to be. They were designed as puzzles, something that he had to think clearly to solve, something to show that he had mastered his fear and his body to escape, but -

Another thrust, and the wolf's cock found that little spot inside his cloaca, past the rim that led to the other side of things. His breath caught in his throat as his cock leaped up, throbbing, slimy, wet and dripping against his stomach before sagging back down again, spitting clear fluids across the floor. He huffed through his beak, rolling his head back as he felt that shaft sliding, grinding, pulling at his inner walls.

Why did it have to be so big? Why did Boss Wolf have to feel so good inside of him when he was supposed to be some horrible, terrifying -

He is not...wanted...

And yet, there was something -

No. That is nothing.

Fear?

No. I fear...nothing.

He was rambling, falling, spiraling. Focus, think.

Boss Wolf growled in his ear, shattering his half-realized solution to the puzzle of the shackle around his ankle. He groaned, huffing as that knot pressed between his cheeks, resting right at the entrance to his cloaca as the wolf whispered in his ear.

"Ya know, maybe it was good that ya left."

"..."

"You love dick too much. Think your parents would have cared for ya if they knew ya wouldn't have an heir?"

"..."

"I bet ya would've been found in someone's bed...tail feathers spread...ass up and dripping...just like I'm gonna leave ya this time."

"I...would...not..."

"Heh, stop lying."

It wasn't -

"NNNGH!"

Another thrust, and he hissed as Boss Wolf reached around, gripping his cock and stroking it, hard, fast, furious. In. Out. In. Out. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

"Ya think that ya would have been welcome after that?"

"Nnngh..."

"Little Lord Shen...the tail-raiser...the embarrassing secret of Gongmen City."

"Let...go..."

"Just lemme take care of things. Lemme take care of -"

No.

NO.

NO!

He would not let anyone else take care of things. Other people lied. Other people hurt. Other people would only make it worse. They had hated him, and Wolf would hate him, and everyone else would hate him if he didn't do it himself. He relied on others, and he was afraid of others. Fear had to die, and so did that dependence.

The solution seemed so clear in that moment, and even as the wolf started to grind his knot right against Shen's cloaca, he twisted his talons just so -

Click.

And managed to flick the lock on that shackle. He kicked, spinning himself up and around, and he went from being bound and fucked to having one arm and one leg free, and the latter had the talons wrapped around Boss Wolf's throat.

The mercenary stared at him, gagging and gasping at the same time. Lord Shen's beak twisted in disdain, looking down at the leader of his soldiers with the greatest of barely repressed hate. He leaned in, eyes flaring for a moment before he managed to get his self-control back. One breath, two, before he slowly released the grip of his talons.

"You lose."

"..."

"And I...win."

"...Yeah...yeah, ya did."

"My parents would never have been ashamed of me. And you are very, very wrong in your assumption of what would have happened."

"Lord Shen -"

"Untie me."

The wolf was quick to obey that command, at least. The other rope and shackle came free a moment later, and Shen breathed out slowly, feeling the blood flowing properly through his limbs once more. He ignored the stretched, burning feeling between his legs, shaking his head as he reached for his robe. It would be suitable to be dressed, now, rather than naked, but if he put the robe on again, he would stain it. That was not acceptable, nor suitable.

"Your mouth."

"What?" Boss Wolf asked.

"On your knees."

"...Oh, uh -"

"On. Your. Knees."

He was seldom so direct about this as he was now, and it was not about pleasure. It was about the twin purpose of reminding Boss Wolf who was in charge and cleaning himself up. No more, and no less.

As soon as the canine went to his knees, he grabbed him by an ear and dragged him close. The toothy muzzle was enough to send a shiver of slight fear down his spine, but indignation and fury were enough to keep the fear at bay. He kept his eyes straight ahead, looking out the window once more as he forced the wolf to start eating out the mess that he had left behind. That probing tongue, at least, was more acceptable than the fingers that had been in there only moments before.

As Boss Wolf licked him, sucking on his cloaca and giving the secondary hole a good bit of attention, Shen focused himself on calming down, finding that center that would allow him to plan as he had always done. He was better than this. Better than the wolf. Better than anyone in the city out there.

They'd let him be banished.

They did not welcome him back.

Nothing, nothing was as right as it should be. He had so many things that needed to be fixed before he could move from Gongmen to the rest of China. So many things had to be lined up, made better, improved so that he could take his ambitions throughout the rest of the world.

But he could do it.

He was better. And the world needed to be made better.

"You will never say that I would have embarrassed my family again. Ever."

"Mmmph..."

"Ever." He shifted his stance, bringing one set of talons down to the wolf's shaft. He squeezed, hard, right behind the knot, and drew out a whimper that tingled against his cloaca. "Do you understand me?"

"Mmmph! MMPH!"

Boss Wolf patted his thigh in understanding and agreement, and he shook his head, releasing the knot after a few seconds of consideration. It would have been tempting to torment it the way that his hole had been all but broken in before, but he was not one to give in to lewder impulses. He was better. He would always be better.

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Later that evening, Lord Shen went to bed. He stared at the ceiling, feeling sullied despite the long bath that he had taken after the round of sex with Boss Wolf. There had been something that had happened between them, something that went beyond the simple training and the relationship of an employer with the employed.

...Why did it hurt?

Because it had. The moment that Boss Wolf said that his parents would have been ashamed of him had been the moment that he broke through the wall of lust and fear to get himself free. It was rage, hatred that managed to break those. Such things could not be relied on, nor did they make an effective ruler, but he hadn't expected it to hurt so much in the first place.

Was that what the commons viewed him as? Some shameful son of the family even disregarding the purge that he had committed? What sort of stories had been told in his absence that made him look so terrible?

And what, in the end, would he have to do to purge those horrors from the minds of his followers?

"I will be their ruler...I will rule all of them."

And when he did, when China fell beneath his wings and talons, when the world could see him and know what he really was - worthy, powerful, and capable - then the stories would stop. The tales that they told of his shame, of how he was not worthy of the throne, power, or even his own life, would be as dead as the pandas were.

There were obstacles: the Kung-Fu Masters would start poking around before long, wondering what had happened in Gongmen City, and when the word got out about the death of Master Rhino, then there would be interferences from them. They did not understand that their time was over, that the rule of Kung-Fu had long-since passed. The people could not rise to their true potential with that.

He would carry them out from that place. He would lead them into a realm of fire and development, of greater things.

Lord Shen stared at the ceiling, seeing the silhouettes dancing, the shadows of many things as the light faded. He imagined them as the masters that roamed the lands, from the individuals to the Furious Five and their new Dragon Warrior, whoever that actually was.

One by one, he imagined them falling to his cannons.

One by one, he imagined their graves marking the end of an era.

And little by little, his beak turned up into a smile, or at least, the nearest that it could come. Lord Shen closed his eyes, letting the satisfaction of a world that would be ruled by him take him into sleep. There was nothing that could stop him from actually getting what he wanted now.

He had earned it.

He was the best.

The End

Summary: Lord Shen faces his fears of the wolves and the world in a rather interesting way.

Tags: M/M, Lord Shen, Boss Wolf, Wolf, Peacock, Kung Fu Panda 2, Rule 34, Anal, Bondage, Fingering, Pre-Cum, Wet, Cloaca, Anger, Humiliation,

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