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An Impossible Sentence

Chapter 4

For Mizzukat

By Draconicon

The next day came, and it brought with it the need for information. Horus couldn't just keep taking things as they came; General Victorious and Shock Treatment had already scrambled his brain, making it hard for him to think straight. He still imagined the bull's cock rammed between his legs, and the urge to be bred had his pussy wetter than he wanted to admit. They were slowly breaking him, training him to be something that he didn't want to be, and if he didn't figure out a way to get into Dark Storm's good books - and fast - then they'd have time to keep doing that.

Which meant that he needed to know how to take an active stance with the raven. Which, in turn, meant getting information that only one person probably had. And that, in turn, had led to him lying flat on his back, dick hard as he could get it, and Shadowclaw riding it.

"Mmmph...mmm...ah...ah..."

Horus didn't want to admit how good that black-furred ass felt sliding up and down his cock, nor did he want to think too hard about the way that he had become the villain's walking dildo for the sake of information. It wasn't as bad as what he had done for the other two, but it was bad enough.

Plap, plap, plap. The panther's ass cheeks smacked against his crotch, and every time that Horus tried to reach up and grab those hips, Shadowclaw smacked his hands away. The panther's rolling hips were not to be touched, grabbed, or otherwise interfered with. He had to just watch, watch and stay hard for as long as he could.

Of course, staying hard wasn't the problem. Keeping from going over the edge was much more difficult.

"Mmmph...ah..."

"That's it...just a little bit longer...mmmph, I haven't had a horse under me for a while..."

He'd thought that he'd finally have the chance to look at Shadowclaw directly, but even now, the panther had some hint of his power. It wasn't the same as going invisible, but he was able to deflect attention, making it hard for the horse to look at him directly. Each time that he tried, his eyes just skimmed right off the black-furred feline. The only place that he could look directly was at that stretched hole, and even then, that was only because he could look at his cock going in, out, in, out, and stretching that pucker further and further.

"Mmmph..."

It was easy to just lie there. That hole, that constant riding, was better than anything that he had been getting so far. Bounce, bounce, bounce, that puffy rim squeezing around his cock and giving him a tight, pleasurable squeeze from base to tip. Shadowclaw rode him with clear experience, that hole definitely used to bigger cocks than his, but it was still -

Smack.

All the way down, rolling those cheeks against him, grinding until the cat's balls rested on his. He huffed, his hands pressed hard against the floor to keep from grabbing for those hips again, and his eyes closed tight.

"Too good, my stallion cellmate?" Shadowclaw asked. "Are you going to cum before me?"

"Mmmph..."

"No? Good. I would hate for this whole exchange to be in vain."

Up, down, up, down. That hole kept sucking his cock right to the base, making his eyes roll back in their sockets as he strained to keep from cumming right then and there. His balls kept rising and falling, falling and rising, churning away with a load that had been pent up all night long.

Please, please, please...

He had never begged a villain for anything, but now, he was on the verge of begging the stealth-panther to let him cum. He had been holding back for nearly an hour now, letting those ass-cheeks tease him all morning. Each smack, each little grind and squeeze, was almost enough to make him blow his load. Almost, almost, almost, every time just another 'almost,' and he was losing his goddamn mind.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

"Nnnngh...ah...ah...ah..."

"Just a little longer, now, just a little bit...mmph, oh yes...oh yes, almost there, almost -"

The soft 'plap' of that muscular rump coming down was followed by a deep growl. His cellmate came, and came hard, spurting a white string right over the horse's legs. The heat down there was just enough to tell him that it was permitted for him to blow his load, as well, and he groaned as he arched his back and lifted his hips.

It was a mess. They were a mess. The constant pulsing, squirting, shooting from him nearly drained his balls right then and there, and he hissed through clenched teeth as he felt the relief that he desperately needed. His cock tingled with pure pleasure, and his heart hammered against the inside of his ribs. It was still squirting, encouraged by the pulsing, clenching inner walls of the feline on top of him, and he groaned every time that another shot managed to escape him.

"Mmmph..."

"That's much better," Shadowclaw said, chuckling to himself. "I haven't had a good ride like that in a while. I imagine that it will be longer still, considering your current choice of allegiance."

"What other choice do I have?" the horse muttered. "It's the only way to get what I need."

"Hmm, perhaps, perhaps not, but that is up to you to decide. I don't make decisions; I just do what I'm paid to do."

He watched as that soft, puffy hole slowly slid up his cock. The way that it pulled back, the way that it sucked itself right to his dick, kept him harder than he wanted to admit, and the constant little tingle that came with being so...so big for that pucker didn't make things any easier. He gritted his teeth, his hands balled into fists at his sides as he watched that little ring rise higher and higher until -

POP!

The flare came loose, and with it came the deluge of cum that he'd known was waiting. Horus grumbled to himself as his already-soaked cock was soaked again with his latest load, adding to the musky smell in the cell.

He was becoming ever more aware of the smell in the cell-block. He knew that, theoretically, they were allowed to get clean every so often, but the wait was taking a while. It was, what, three days since he'd been brought here? At least two, maybe three at this point, and that meant that he had been put through the wringer quite a few times already. And the smell of sweat and cum was starting to build up all around him.

As the panther stepped away, not even bothering to wipe away the creampie, Horus sat up. He shook his head at his sagging cock, putting it out of his mind as best he could.

"How long until we get a shower?" he asked.

"Every three to four days. Soon enough."

"We reek."

"Most of us are used to it, and even enjoy it." Shadowclaw chuckled. "But that is neither here nor there. You didn't submit your cock for my pleasure just to ask about showers, I'm sure."

"...No. Dark Storm."

"Yes. The last of the lieutenants that you need the trust of. The last of the little problems that you have between you and Mafia, and the one that trusts you least. And more than that, the one that doesn't seem to want to indulge with you the way that the others already have."

That was the big issue that came with trying to crack that particular nut. With General Victorious, the bull wanted to bring him in, make him a part of the broken harem that served him in the prison. With Shock Treatment, there'd been the need for someone that could be enjoyed, someone to breed, someone to turn into some sort of powerful partner that he could enjoy under him on a regular basis. Those two were easy, and he'd only needed to submit to their needs and let them do what they wanted. It was embarrassing and he was still suffering the side effects, but for all that it had been dangerous, it had been surprisingly easy at the same time.

Dark Storm was a different sort of problem. The raven didn't have those same lusts, didn't have the hungers that the others had to indulge. Dark Storm had always been more the type to stay in the background, doing hidden, horrible things to others, and then come out to take what he wanted when there was nobody left to stop him. There was no self-aggrandizement, no ego that he could play off in the same way. He was just an angry little bird with powers over the storm and the wet and wind. How did someone play off that and make them trust one?

"I need him to start relaxing. And I need to do it fast before the other two break me."

"A difficult order...for most," Shadowclaw said, looking down at his clawed fingers and chuckling. "But then again, most would not have heard the things that the Storm whispers to himself in the dead of night. Most would not have heard what he wishes for himself, when he thinks that there's no-one to hear his murmurs."

"What did you hear?"

"Hmmm, the question was, did you pay enough for me to give you such a piece of information? To give you Dark Storm's little fantasies seems to be quite the order..."

Silence fell. Despite his concerns, Horus refused to be the one to break that silence. It was nothing more than a tease, bargaining, biding one's time, he was sure. Shadowclaw had always been the epitome of a cat, enjoying the tease and play rather than the actual hunt itself. If he had the information, then Horus had already paid enough. If he spoke up, however, protesting or pushing, then Shadowclaw could extend the game longer.

Not this time.

Not when he was in so much trouble.

"Ah, I suppose you have," the panther eventually said, shrugging. "There is a deep-seated need with that one, a hunger for worship and obeisance."

"...Bullshit."

"Oh, now, don't be coy. You know that I wouldn't lie to you about this. But you are right; he doesn't have the hunger of the General, nor the need to be in bed with another the way that the opossum does. No, no, his hunger takes a different direction. A need to know that another will see him as the stronger, the better. He wishes to see all those that oppose him bow, and then offer themselves to his will.

"Not in the harem way. Not in the breeding way. He wants them to show that they see him on a dark throne, and them on the floor before him."

"...What do I have to do?"

"You apologize, first," Shadowclaw said, leaning against the wall. "Show him that you believe yourself in the wrong, even if you do not. Make it convincing, begging for his forgiveness. Bow before him, show him that you believe yourself worth less than the dirt that he walks on. Show him that you believe him to be your better, that you are someone that he should have rulership over.

"And then, fall to your knees. Kiss his toes. Show him that you will do what he asks. And at that point, he should take you to his cell. Obey him there, and he will trust you."

"...How do you know this?" Horus asked.

"To not pass before one's eyes, one must walk in a different realm. You didn't think my power was merely invisibility, did you?"

The implications of that were not pleasant, and he shivered as he got to his feet. The last thing that he needed was to think of the panther dancing through his dreams and fantasies when he went completely invisible. There were things there that nobody needed to see.

"Shall I keep the bed warm?" Shadowclaw asked as he walked toward the cell door.

"I shouldn't be that long."

"Mmm, probably not, but if it goes wrong, I'll be ready for you...and that long cock of yours, too."

The panther spanked him as he left the cell, and Horus did his best not to react to the feeling of heat spreading across his cheeks. Reactions were what the cat wanted, and much as he had to work with the panther, he wasn't going to reward him for everything.

He looked down at the bottom floor of the prison. Mafia was nowhere to be seen, and neither was General Victorious. He could just barely make out the raven standing at the door to his cell, but Shock Treatment -

"Breeder."

The stallion's mane nearly spiked as he got both metaphorically and literally shocked by that tiny voice. He whipped his head around to look at the shorter opossum standing beside him. Shock Treatment looked back, smiling, and took his hand and gave it a little squeeze.

"Breeder."

The second shock went right up his arm and hit him somewhere in the bestial part of his brain, making his cunt clench almost instantly. The pressure inside was suddenly almost unbearable, the emptiness spreading like a cramp that went from his pussy lips all the way to his core. He locked his knees to stay on his feet, huffing under his breath as he fought against the immediate urge to get on all fours and present his pussy to the criminal.

"Need to...talk to Dark Storm. I want to...apologize to him," he managed to say.

"...Breeder talk to..."

"I need to talk. Now. And after that..."

Maybe the opossum would forget. The important thing was, he needed to get down there. If he submitted now -

Oh, the shocks and need were strong. He had almost forgotten how powerful the shocks could be, and what they could do to his head when he was this close to the super villain. Tiny little zaps were messing with him, making his head feel all funny as he took one little shock after another. The bestial part of his brain wanted so badly to fall to his knees, spreading his legs, showing off his pussy to the opossum and let himself get bred, but -

They stopped suddenly, and the opossum nodded. Another squeeze of his hand followed, then the little villain turned around and started leading him to one of the staircases without a word.

You know what, I'll take that.

Horus followed, not entirely surprised that the rest of the cell block gave them a wide berth after that. He'd seen what Shock Treatment could do to other prisoners after their 'session' the day before. Whatever he'd done to Horus had been the precise, light version of his powers. They had far more painful applications than he had shown off before.

Four, three, two, and finally one. They reached the bottom floor without being molested, and Shock Treatment stopped him in his tracks once more. The opossum turned him around, looked at him wordlessly, before pointing down between his legs. Shock Treatment cocked his head to the side, and when Horus didn't respond immediately, lifted his hand and pointed to the horse's stomach.

"Breeder?"

"Uh, no, not yet," he said, realizing what the opossum meant.

"Soon."

There was a certainty there. Maybe Shock Treatment understood that they weren't compatible and had a way to fix that, or maybe he was damaged enough that he didn't quite get it and would just keep trying, but either way, the certainty in his voice was...concerning. Very concerning.

Shaking his head, he turned back to his destination. Dark Storm watched him from across the way, the other prisoner leaning against his cell door with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes narrowed. Horus maintained eye contact as he walked across the floor, taking his time to rehearse what he wanted to say.

Just keep focused on the apology, on feeling regret, and that sort of thing. Don't let him think that you're lying to him. Apologize and mean it, and...and just go with what he wants from you...

It wasn't ideal, but it was something. Better than the forceful destruction of his mind from General Victorious's powers, or the constant shock-treatment that was slowly turning him into a breeding whore form the opossum. This was...this was just him doing one thing, and then it would be done.

His cock had thankfully gone down completely, and his pussy was drier than it had been, by the time that he reached the raven. He looked down at the other man -

"What do you want this time, hmm? Here to lecture?" the raven asked.

"No. I'm here to apologize."

"I doubt that," Dark Storm said, looking away. "I imagine that you want to try and get on my good side. Make me trust you. Mafia won't let you in until you have all three of us on your side, after all."

"That might be true. But that doesn't mean that I don't want to apologize."

Horus remembered the circumstances that had led to the raven being locked up. Unlike General Victorious and Shock Treatment, who'd fucked with people, assaulted others, but never taken it that much further, Dark Storm was actually convicted of murder. The raven had done far worse to people, bringing them to the edge of life and pushing them over it. The dark clouds that he'd summoned from the sky had drowned people, and he'd come in through the mist to take their belongings. He was a deadly force, and far more dangerous than the other two in the short term.

But at the same time...

There's no goodness in you...but there's something I need. And for that...for that I can lie.

Horus lowered himself to one knee. The raven's feathery eyebrows went up as the horse lowered his head.

"I have been fighting to make things better for a long time, but I fought for the wrong people at the end of the day. They were...they were the ones in charge, and I thought, if they were the ones in charge, then they had the right to be there. I didn't question it, didn't think about it. I just...did what they told me to and hoped that it was the right decision.

"But that doesn't mean that it was. There were poor people that got powers that I threw in jail. There were those that attacked the wealthy that got tossed into a cell because of the inconvenience that they posed. And then...there was you."

He looked up.

"I remember how we used to fight. I remember how you were treated after you were caught. Psychopath, madman...they hurled all kinds of insults at you."

And some were right, but not those. The raven had known all too well what he had done, and why. Coming from nothing, rising to something, and then desperately trying to hold it as the world tried to bring him back down. Was it good, right, understandable? Not at all, but he had been trying to keep what little he'd gained, and the world kept trying to take it away.

And his victims had all been among the higher and mightier of the city, not those from the have-nots that he had risen from. He'd had that much self-awareness.

The horse shook his head.

"They treated you wrong. And I didn't stop them. And I'm sorry."

"...You...are sorry."

The raven sounded almost...confused. Horus imagined that the bird hadn't had anyone to take his side, even among the villains. It was a start, but not enough. He had to take it further.

He looked down. Shadowclaw had said to go to all fours and kiss the raven's feet. The bird's toes were longer than he was used to seeing, more like talons than anything else, and the yellow scales were...well, they weren't pristine, but they weren't quite filthy. The horse took a deep breath and lowered himself.

"I am sorry," he said, going from kneeling to being on all fours. "I shouldn't have stood with them. And I can only keep saying that, and hope that you'll forgive me for being more of an ass than a proper stallion."

He lowered his lips and he kissed the first talon.

It was...sweaty, to say the least. For all that the bird kept himself fairly fastidiously clean in other ways, he clearly didn't go that extra mile when it came to cleaning his feet. There was a few days of sweat there, waiting to be washed off, and he could smell the musk coming up from between the talons. It was strong enough that he could feel it affecting the 'Breeder' part of his mind that Shock Treatment had created, pushing him to offer himself to the scent of nearby male, but he could resist it.

Barely.

He dragged his tongue along the top of each talon, giving each one a soft kiss that he hoped was making the point. By the time that he finished the last talon on the left foot, he could feel the silence weighing over him.

Horus risked looking up, and he found himself staring at a throbbing bird cock and a shocked expression on Dark Storm's face. The black-feathered bird kept staring at him, unable to look away, and the horse clamped down on the smile that threatened to jump across his face.

"How can I prove that I want to be better?"

"...In my cell."

It was going just as Shadowclaw had said. Shocked at just how right the panther had been - and more than a little afraid of what else the feline could see during his little jaunts out of reality - he followed the bird past the barred door. Once they were out of sight, the raven sat down, slowly extending one leg.

"Worship."

That was all he said. Horus had never done that for someone else, but he could imagine how it was supposed to work. Stay down, show how lowly one was compared to the one being worshiped, and hope for the best.

He reached out and steadied the other man's leg, staring at the underside of talon and sole. There were three long toes, each one capable of grasping at something, and he leaned in to give them another kiss. This time, he worked from the bottom, dragging his tongue along the toes, kissing them at the tip, and tasting everything.

Sweat.

Old cum.

A bit of a different sort of musk that was only there for birds.

It was intense, and he shivered, feeling that lowness. It must have showed on his face, because the bird reached down and groped his own cock, jerking his hard-on as the horse kept kissing, licking, and working his way down those feet.

To the bottom now, from the toes to the bottom of the sole, near the spur-talon. He worked his tongue over that, too, kissing it and giving it the attention that it deserved. Letting his lips part, he sucked it in, giving it a few little laps and bobs of his lips, and the bird groaned under his breath.

"Yes...show me...show me where you belong..."

He could hear the hate and the anger under the grunting tones, and he wondered just how Dark Storm saw most of the people of the city. They were probably seen as 'above' him, people that had something and never had to earn it the way that he did. And they were never fearing its loss the way that the bird feared being thrown back down, losing everything that he had earned over the course of his life. No wonder he was so aggressive, so angry, so completely controlled all the time. If he didn't hold himself tight, he'd explode.

Lick, suck, pop. He pulled off the talon and went back to licking, the taste of old cum and sweat slowly fading to the raspier, slightly dry taste of the talons and scales themselves. It wasn't so strong, but he was honestly thankful for that. It kept him from feeling so lightheaded as he worked his way up and down, up and down, always getting a little bit more of that taste and taint in his head.

And as the worship continued, as he shifted from one foot to the other, the raven kept stroking. The sight of that dick getting harder and harder, wetter and wetter with pre-cum as the worship went on, told him that this was just the right decision. Dark Storm groaned, his talons curling, all but trapping the horse's muzzle for a moment, but he didn't stop jerking himself off.

"This is where...this is where more of you belong...under us...under the people that know what it means to work. You think...you think that any of you are above us? Think...think again..."

The spit-slick talons that he'd already cleaned on the other foot wrapped around the back of his head, holding him tight to the still-scented digits of the other. He groaned as he was forced to breathe in the fumes from it, the thick musk burning in his head and making it hard to think.

"This is where you belong. Underfoot. Under those that understand...understand what they have to do..."

"Mmmph..."

"Lick."

He was, but he licked harder, with greater enthusiasm. He dragged his tongue between the talons, getting at everything that was caught in the gap between them, and he huffed and shivered as he worked them up and down, up and down. His breath caught in his throat again and again as he worshiped each talon, each scale of the raven's foot.

_Under you...

Under them...

Serving...

Those that know...

Those that fight..._

His head was spinning harder and harder. There was something so different about this. With the others, he had been used. With Dark Storm's ideology, with his pressure, with his presence and how much further down this forced him to go, it was...it was warping him, spinning his head around and around.

Lick.

Suck.

Lick.

Nuzzle.

His face was marked with his own spit, streaks of it and the oils on the talons dragging along his face in matted stripes. His eyes were hazy as the talons around his head finally let him go, only for the other to grab him. He grunted as he was pulled forward, his muzzle inches from that throbbing raven dick twitching up and down in front of him. Of all the three lieutenants, it was the most average in length - only six inches - but it was dripping like mad. He stared at it, watched Dark Storm stroke it -

"Nnngh!"

And then the bird went over the edge. Each spurt was a solid splash against his face, white lines running over his muzzle, down his cheeks, into his mane. He couldn't stop any of it. All he could do was stare, taking the marking like the little mare-toy that he had become for the last few minutes.

Spurt.

Spurt.

Spurt.

The heat settled over his fur, and he shivered from head to toe as he smelled it sinking into him, marking him in a way that he had never been marked before. The humiliation stank as much as it enticed, and a tiny part of him - a part that was nonetheless growing - felt...excited, almost, and his cock throbbed more than he wanted it to, slowly pushing from its sheath.

As his hole clenched on the plug in the other orifice, he was more than slightly aware of just how far he had fallen. It was a hero's job to take care of people, but now, he had been bred - twice - by two infamous inmates, and now, he'd worshiped the feet of another while getting a facial. Worst of all, he was aroused from it, his mind so fucked from doing what he did that he almost wanted to take it further, to invite the other two in to take their turns and use him as hard as they wanted, just for the sake of feeling like he'd gotten the whole set.

What is wrong with me?

"Maybe this is a trick...maybe not," Dark Storm said. "But at the very least...you are willing to debase yourself for the sake of whatever goals you have. And that is something that they would never do. I will...give you a bit of trust, now, though I will still be keeping my eyes on you."

That was what he wanted. That was what he'd come down for. The trust of the third officer under Mafia meant that they could move forward...

So why did he feel disappointed rather than relieved? Just how badly had they fucked him up?

The raven got to his feet, and Horus followed, though the musk that had been all but painted on his face lingered. He resisted the urge to wipe it off, taking a few deep breaths from his mouth instead as he tried to focus on what he needed to do next.

Talk to Mafia. It's the only way out, and if he's got a plan, then you need to know it. And if you can figure it out, then you can go forward with it, maybe help him speed it up so you can get the hell out of here.

The possibility of telling the plan to the Warden was still technically there, but one thought of the crocodile's hopes of turning him into a breeding mare put a quick stop to that. No way in hell was he going to be offering to help that man out. Not when there was that to look forward to and no guaranteed reward for getting the hell out of the Super Max.

And more to the point...

Much as he hated to admit it, some part of him was starting to care about the other villains. He didn't know if that was the right word - particularly with the level of fear still present - but there was definitely something there, something that made him believe that they were more in the right than Maxson was. He didn't think that they were the ones to fight for, but they were...closer to him now, and he felt that they understood him better than anyone outside the prison did.

For now, at least, he would work with them. Once they were outside the walls, he would find a damn good therapist and get himself fixed up, look at it all with a rational eye, and then see what needed doing. That was only smart and sensible. But to do that, he needed to be out of jail first, and that meant dealing with people that he'd normally leave the hell alone.

"You want to talk to Mafia now, I take it?" Dark Storm asked.

"Yes...yes, I do."

"Come."

There was still a hint of watchfulness from the bird as they left the cell, but it was nothing compared to the outright hostility of their first meeting in the prison. General Victorious and Shock Treatment joined them, the bull and the opossum forming a sort of honor guard that flanked him on all sides. They were...almost protective, and it was strange to feel that sort of thing from villains.

They reached Mafia's cell, and the older, naked boar smiled as he walked in. There was a notepad on the bed, already written on; somehow, the boar had known that he was going to be coming soon and already had a message. Dark Storm passed him the notepad and he read it silently.

Glad that you realized what you needed. Now, get comfortable. I have a lot to go over, and only a little time in which to do it.

The End

Summary: Needing information, Horus does another favor for Shadowclaw, and then starts making progress with Dark Storm.

Tags: M/M, Foot Worship, Power Bottom, Facial, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Anal, Panther, Raven, Horse, Various Species, Naked, Anal Plug, Humiliation, Superhero, Supervillain, Series, Gaining Trust,