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Having the hyper-resilience Suforce was pretty universally considered a good thing. Who wouldn't want to be resistant or impervious to injury and sometimes more than that? Those who were lucky enough to have the mantle of "invulnerable" had it good, and none of them was going to argue with that.

Even the best of traits has a drawback, though. And as Blurr was finding out firsthand, being invulnerable didn't make getting punched through a solid wall any less uncomfortable.

He bounced once on the ground before tumbling across the floor of the abandoned warehouse, smacking hard against the concrete surface. He laid where he stopped, panting hard. Pain was dulled in his body, so he mostly felt a slight ache, but much worse was the fatigue, the wear on him after taking so many blows. He couldn't be harmed, but it was a drain on his stamina nonetheless.

Exhaustion wasn't a common thing for Blurr. The mouse's primary ability was speed, perhaps not light-fast speed but ten times the upper limit for his kind didn't make him break a sweat, and if he worked at it he could go an order of magnitude higher. Along with that power came hyper-resilience, strength boosts, incredible balance and kinesthetic sense, and a deep pool of stamina which only really got drained by taking blows. His was a damn fine set of Suforces, no question, and he made full use of them in performing heroic acts, when he wasn't putting on high-flying performances.

But at the moment he wasn't able to make much use of them; just a few hours earlier he'd made a daring rescue that had seen him get caught with a drug that arrested his speedy abilities. It wasn't something planned, just an attack of opportunity by one of his foes, a sloth who had a thing against speedsters. It wasn't Blurr's first encounter with the drug, it only lasted 8 to 10 hours and then he'd be back to normal. He'd expected to just pick himself up and head home, relax until he returned to normal.

Someone had had other plans.

"Do you feel it? The feeling of being overpowered, of knowing your inferiority? Have you come to understand it yet?" A large figure pushed through the hole in the wall created by Blurr's sudden entrance. A huge feline, standing over two feet taller than Blurr did at his best, wearing little more than a speedo, approaching him slowly with silent footsteps, almost like he was stalking the mouse. "I've been waiting to put you in your place for a long time...funny how opportunity comes at the most unexpected of times, isn't it?"

He grabbed Blurr by his T-shirt, tearing the already ragged garment off of him and then throwing him into the far wall, this time not with enough force to break him through it. He hit hard and then fell back to the ground, letting out a weak grunt as he landed, the concrete feeling even harder against his bare chest fur. At least he was wearing street clothes, rather than his work or hero uniform...those were a lot harder to replace.

Who would have thought that his biggest problem wouldn't be a villain, but another hero? Kinetic Cougar, a big cat with incredible strength as well as some kind of unusual energy abilities that could supercharge his blows as well as release energy blasts, and of course the same hyper-resilience that Blurr had. He'd taken an almost immediate disliking to the mouse when they'd first come across each other, thinking that Blurr was stepping into his turf, and they'd had more skirmishes than two on the same side of the hero business should have had. Blurr wasn't entirely innocent, he'd goaded Kin a few times and he didn't back down from the cougar when challenged, but it wasn't in his nature to be the instigator, usually it was Kin who took the first shot. On a good day they were a fairly even match, Blurr couldn't do much to him but rarely took a hit thanks to his speed...but without that, he was easy pickings, and Kin had taken full advantage. The punch that had broken him through the wall was the fifteenth that had been landed on him...Blurr had lost the ability to really try to get away after about the sixth.

"Your pathetic little annoyances have been bothering me for too long. You're not the top hero here...you're not even a bit player. Yet you've been acting like my equal, or even my better...and getting in my way when I least need the trouble. Do you know how frustrating it is to not be able to get rid of you? There's nothing I've wanted more than for you to get out of this city and go somewhere where I don't have to put up with you. But if I'm going to have to live with you, I'm going to make damn sure you know where you belong."

Kin grabbed him by the scruff of the neck with one hand, then rammed him against the wall with his other. The first let go of him, and then unsheathed razor-sharp claws, which reached down to Blurr's shorts and slashed through them mercilessly, leaving the mouse nude thanks to his decision to go commando. He could feel the scrape of them against the skin of his sheath, unable to damage but certainly making him feel their potency...Kin was certainly a dangerous one, he rather wished he didn't have to be on the receiving end.

"But...I do appreciate one thing." Kin leaned in, his hot breath washing over Blurr's face, making him wince. His fingers groped around Blurr's groin, claws rubbing up against his balls. "I don't have a lot of enemies that can take what I dish out for too long. It's so...refreshing to have someone I can go all out on, and it won't do any lasting damage..."

Suddenly his fingers wrapped around Blurr's sack and he squeezed, making the mouse cry out loud. An ordinary blow there wouldn't have merited more than a blasé reaction, but the cougar's super-strong grip was far greater than anything he'd felt down there, and it was acutely painful. He writhed in the feline's grip, trying futilely to get his balls away from that crushing force, but all that did was make Kin squeeze harder, charging his energy to amplify the tightness and ramp up the pain even more. He kept it up for almost a minute, until Blurr's voice gave out and his cries ceased for lack of breath. When he let go, the mouse slumped in his grip, panting hard; it had been a long time since he'd felt that kind of pain, and he only now realized how much it took out of him. Just because one was invulnerable did not mean they were able to weather everything without getting tired.

"Hm, just as I thought...pitiful, pathetic little bitch." Kin's fingers rubbed along his sheath now, a gentler but still rough and forceful motion which was nevertheless stimulating. Exhausted as he was, there was little fight left in Blurr, either to push Kin away or resist the tingles of pleasure and the reactions that came with them. He felt heat rise in his face as his cock started to emerge from his sheath, hardening against his will. "You need a real male to put you in your proper place...show you just where you belong. Lucky for you, I know just the one."

Kin brought his free hand down to his speedo and tore it away without a second thought, revealing his own cock which pressed up against Blurr's body. The barbed shaft rubbed against the mouse's own, making him wince slightly as the sharpness scraped against his sensitive flesh. It didn't hurt, but it felt slightly uncomfortable...or maybe that was just him feeling uncomfortable. Kin couldn't kill him, but he could make him feel something that wouldn't go away for a while...and there was no doubt that's what the cougar intended to do.

The cougar tossed Blurr to the ground, the mouse hitting hard on the concrete, his dick getting the brunt of the impact. He wished it would have hurt more, because the impact alone wasn't enough to really cause pain, meaning it paradoxically was more pleasurable than anything. It wouldn't matter to Kin, but it was still embarrassing to feel anything positive from this ordeal...suddenly Kin pounced on him, gripping him tightly and pinning him to the ground, his cock lining up against his tailhole and taunting him with the barbs against his skin. Powerful muscles rubbed up against his back, trapping him between two very hard places...he could barely squirm underneath the cougar, and so he didn't try, resigning himself to his inevitable fate. His slackening could be felt by Kin, and he heard the cougar laugh darkly in his ear. "See? Already giving in to me...knew you were just a bitch."

Upon that last word, Kin drove the whole length of his cock into Blurr's ass. The mouse let out a breathy cry as the barbed shaft forced him open, clawing through his rear and scratching him deeply. Humiliation coursed through him as pleasure raced through him, his body not letting him feel the pain of his domination...just as Kin had expected, he was sure, that was why he'd been targeted. Involuntarily, he tightened around the invader, making Kin growl in pleasure. "Yes...take it, mouse, show me how much you enjoy being taken down a peg..."

The cougar pulled out and slammed back in hard, driving what little breath Blurr had left out of him. He wasn't giving the mouse any quarter, his thrusts wild and almost feral. Blurr had the tightest ass he'd ever fucked, and he loved how it clung to him, twitching and tensing and catching his barbs firmly, a sharp bolt of pleasure running down him every time they flexed against him. Not to mention he'd never beet able to fuck anyone else so hard, they simply couldn't take him at the pace he wanted to go. It was satisfying him on the deepest possible level, and spurring him to fuck harder and faster than ever.

Blurr couldn't deny that it felt good, regardless of how he was feeling otherwise. His body dulled sensation, making other sexual encounters fairly unsatisfying physically, so he needed it harder than most to get the same thing out of it. There was no question Kin was giving him what he needed physically. Every thrust sent an electric thrill into his ass and up his spine, the barbs streaking against him and amplifying the sensations. His cock throbbed against the concrete, drooling pre as he was frotted against the floor, raising the pleasure even further. It was almost enough to make him forget he'd been beaten into submission...almost. Kin truly was making him his bitch, and he almost wished he could feel worse about it...as it was, he was kind of getting into it against his better judgment.

And it only got better when Kin started groping his balls roughly, grabbing and rubbing and squeezing them between his fingers while drilling him harder. The grip wasn't nearly as harsh as the one before the sex, leaving him free of pain but under a pretty intense pressure that sent a charge through him. His fingers clawed at the ground, body convulsing as he reached his edge, teetered, went over, white fluid bursting from him as he came, the pressure on his balls forcing it out a bit harder, a strangled cry escaping him as he was wracked with ecstasy. Now he was moving underneath Kin, not much more than squirming and writhing but enough to make him seem active and into it, which greatly pleased the cougar.

As his climax finished, the cougar really started laying into Blurr, ramping up the speed and force with the energy his body produced by its nature. The violent thrusting became hard for him to keep up with, the feeling of each one blending together as Kin approached his release. He wasn't expecting the bite, the feeling of the feline's jaws clamping down onto his shoulder, teeth digging in as much as the could...and then he felt the release inside him, the forceful jets of seed painting his bowels, marking him with Kin's scent. He could swear he felt the cat trying to take possession of him through his masculine domination, trying to brand him as his property, and a brief, humiliating thought passed through that he almost hoped he did, the desire evaporating quickly but its mark indelible. Kin kept grinding against him, trying to embed everything he could into the mouse, his jaws and hands remaining tight on him throughout.

Eventually, Blurr felt Kin's shots taper off, and the cougar pull his slimy cock out of his worn hole. He slumped wearily onto the ground as Kin dismounted him, standing up tall and proud over him like it had been a walk in the park for him, his cock still dripping and leaving marks of seed on his fur. "Hah...look at you. Filled with your superior's fluids, dripping your own like a good little bitch...how appropriate. Must feel good, finally being put where you belong, and knowing it...what all bitches need and not enough of them get."

Blurr didn't respond. He certainly wasn't going to give Kin the satisfaction of telling him how he'd felt from the sex, even if the cougar already knew. No sense making his embarrassment grow. Kin didn't seem to care much; he stepped over the mouse and headed towards one of the open holes in the walls of the warehouse. "I'll find the time to give you another dose of real male vigor soon...in the meantime, know your place, bitch, and stay out of my way. You know who rules the roost around here, you'd better act like it."

And then he was gone, sweeping out of the building as silently as the wind; how someone that big could move so quietly Blurr didn't know, even if he was a cat. He forced himself to his hands and knees, his disheveled fur stained with his own cum as well as Kin's, as well as plenty of dust and detritus from the warehouse floor. He was a mess, in body and mind...he stood unsteadily and stumbled over to a corner, trying to keep himself hidden until his speed came back to him. The last thing he wanted was to be seen like this by anyone else...that kind of indecency had a way of getting around, and he wanted as little publicity about it as possible. Kin didn't care much, but he hardly had a clean image to begin with; Blurr's record was different, and he wanted it to stay that way.

He didn't know, though, if he'd have a choice. What was Kin going to do next time? If he decided he already had Blurr at his dominion, he might just decide to show it off...Blurr didn't really know what he thought of that, and that was the part that bugged him most.