Chimera ants are unique even among the diverse and exotic magical beasts. The offspring of a chimera ant queen are born with the combined traits of the animals she has consumed. This singular method of reproduction became troublesome to the civilized world when an oversized ant appeared on the Neo-Green Life islands. This queen developed a taste for humans and thusly her many offspring were born with the physical aspects and mental faculties of human beings combined with both the animalistic traits of the other animals the queen had eaten and the violent tendencies chimera ants naturally display. The result was a veritable army of anthropomorphic-animal chimera ants harvesting the humans of the NGL and priming to conquer the rest of the world. However, well before the ants would be prepared to make their move infighting and competition in the ranks retarded progress.  

“That pretty stupid Welfin.” Cheetu says “You know the royal guard are super powerful. Did you really think you could spy on the king without them knowing? Hahaha. I wouldn’t have gotten caught, no way are they as fast as me.” The cheetah-like Chimera ant goads Welfin, his recently apprehended prisoner. Welfin is held by two drone ants and attempts to remain cool-headed as he is led down a tunnel with which he is unfamiliar. 

Cheetu is an impetuous and simple-minded creature. He possesses strong, lithe legs which allow for unparalleled agility.  As with most chimera ants the majority of his body is chitinous and segmented like that of an insect yet he gives the unmistakable impression of the animal on which he is based. He is primarily yellow and furless yet spotted white fur hangs about his shoulders like a shawl. His strong thighs are furred as well. He has a head of short and vibrant magenta hair through which his triangular ears peek. His green eyes are observant and along his cheeks are the familiar ‘teardrops’ that cheetahs bear. The only item of clothing he wears is a pair of denim short-shorts which reveal his potent upper thighs. 

“Cheetu come on! I wasn’t spying on him. I walked by his tunnel that’s all. They’re overreacting.” Welfin argues. He knows of Cheetu’s infamous juvenility and self-centeredness and sorely wishes he had been discovered by any other squadron leader.

“It’s happened more than once. We’ve all heard about it. You sneak around all the time, like a rat.” Cheetu says while firmly gripping Welfin’s shoulders and digging his claws in lightly. Welfin’s eyes widen. “I don’t know what you were planning to do, but it’s over now. You’re lucky I showed up when I did. They would have definitely killed you if I hadn’t offered to do the job for them.” The cheetah chimera and high-steps in a mocking fashion as Welfin’s panic rises. The drones silently shepherd him forward.

“It’s not true. I swear. And h-hey, if you’re going to kill me why don’t you get it over with? Where are we going?” Welfin asks, revealing the cracks in his composure. 

Welfin, as his name suggests, is a wolf chimera ant. He stands digitigrade and with largely segmented legs. His fleshed portions are coated in grayish, blue fur while his chitinous segments are black, white, and gray. He wears a codpiece attached by thong-like straps and from the base of his spine juts a tail of wavy blonde hair. Welfin’s enviable abdominals are revealed below a tight shirt which only covers his upper chest and shoulders. The rest of Welfin’s arms are segmented like his legs aside from his hands which are human-like though bearing four fingers on each hand and prodigious claws. His head is canine in appearance and atop it flows a mane of thick, blonde hair. The wolf chimera ant is secretly sentimental. He is not as cold-hearted as many of brethren, though he desperately tries to convey the impression that he is.

“We’re going to my room.” Cheetu says flatly.

“What?! Why?” Welfin asks. 

“You’ll see Welfy.” Cheetu says. Welfin, well irritated by Cheetu during the short time they’d been together, sighs. He could conceivable throw off his oafish guards and incapacitate them, but he reasons that he wouldn’t be a match for Cheetu. Escaping afoot is out of the question as long as Cheetu is standing. 

The group arrives at a crudely installed door which presumably leads to Cheetu’s quarters. The cheetah opens the door and allows the trio inside. The cave den is lit by wide hole in the ceiling and is decorated with an assortment of pillaged goods. A huge bed sits in the corner beside a bookshelf which, in keeping with Cheetu’s sophomoric interests, is stocked with manga. Welfin is transfixed however by a single out-of-place piece of furniture. By the wall opposite the bed is a sturdily constructed metal chair. It possesses a built in shackle which upon closer inspection is a lockable devise that would apparently restrain a person’s arms. 

“Alright, get him strapped in and get out of here.” Cheetu says. The drones do as they’re told and gruffly force Welfin toward the chair.

“Damn you Cheetu, what are you up to?” Welfin asks. The cheetah makes an inappropriate grin in response, proceeding to lick his chops. The wolf watches slack jawed as the drones sit him in the chair and begin to restrain him.

“Grrr, hey! Stop! What are you--“ Welfin shouts.

The drones first secure a tight, black strap around his waist. Chimera ants all possess superhuman strength so Welfin is shocked when he discovers that the strap holds against his panicked struggles. He wonders where Cheetu could have found such a device. One at a time the drones strap Welfin’s ankles to the chair. They pull forcefully on the straps until he can only wriggle his three, clawed toes. A second strap is secured around Welfin’s upper body which forces his back against the cold, metal rear of the chair. He breathes quickly in panic.

“Nnno, you won’t get away with this Cheetu!” Welfin shouts.

The drones each take an arm and pull it into the bizarre stockade. His arms are held in place as one of the drones lowers the top portion of the device, locking Welfin’s wrists within. His hands are stuck at arm’s length and within the stockade it is all he can manage to twist his hands and gnash his claws ineffectually.

“My hands. What the hell is this thing? Hey!” Welfin shouts at the drones who, having finished their work, are heading for the door. They continue to ignore Welfin and soon depart leaving him alone with the wickedly grinning Cheetu. The cheetah approaches the bound wolf with discomforting glee. He chuckles as Welfin pulls fruitlessly on his arms and legs. When he reaches the chair he leans behind it sensually, allowing his furred chest to collide with the wolf’s face. From a duffle bag he retrieves a roll of thick tape which he holds outside of Welfin’s view. 

“Nrrgg, Somebody help! Hey! Hmmph?!” Welfin begins to shout before Cheetu silences him by wrapping his hand around the canine’s muzzle and holding it tightly shut. He then produces the tape before wrapping layer upon layer of it around Welfin’s muzzle. Welfin squirms and grunts, but is unable to free his mouth in time. Cheetu is satisfied only after dozens of layers of the tape have been applied. He grips the wolf’s muzzle with his thick fingers again to ensure the tape is sufficiently tight. The tape itself is sturdy and its resin is surpassingly adhesive. Welfin feels like his muzzle is wrapped in iron.

“Mmmph?!? Mmm! Mmmmgg!” Welfin thrashes his face about. The tape is unbearably tight. The wolf can pull back his lips, but his jaw remains thoroughly sealed. He looks at Cheetu with wide and frightened eyes.

“There we go Welfy. Don’t want anyone finding you. As far as the others know you’re dead. I told the royal guard I’d kill you and those drones are dumb as bricks. They’ll keep their mouths shut… just like you, haha.” Cheetu says. He stands before Welfin and ogles him with hungry eyes. His gaze lingers on the stockade and Welfin’s trapped hands in particular. The wolf grows self-conscious. “Oh and don’t think about trying to shout telepathically. If the royal guard hear you they’ll kill you. And If I hear you… well.” With this Cheetu lifts the duffle bag from behind the chair and shows its contents to Welfin. Within are dozens of rolls of the same tape which presently binds the wolf’s muzzle. He ceases his struggling. He doesn’t want to be further bound and he certainly doesn’t want to die at this point. Cheetu leans forward with his hands on the top portion of the stockade.

“There are some pretty cool things in those tunnels the humans made. I bet this thing was used for torture or something. I don’t know what they used it for, but I know what we’re going to use it for.” Cheetu says. The cheetah stands straight again and brings his hands to his tight shorts. After unbuttoning them they fall lightly to the floor.

“Hmm?!” Welfin grunts as his captor’s privates are bared before him. The cheetah’s yellow shaft is totally erect, his balls taut and ready. Cheetu caresses his abs for the unwitting wolf and then brandishes a single finger claw.

“Here, let me make you more comfortable.” Cheetu says. He uses his claw to cut through Welfin’s skimpy shirt. When nearly through he tears it away, revealing the wolf’s prodigious pecs. The then reaches for Welfin’s thong and with two quick cuts the codpiece falls away allowing his own privates to swing freely. Welfin redoubles his struggling in the face of Cheetu’s advances. Though he remains soundly immobilized. Cheetu kneels before the stockade and his trapped hands.

“I guess I can tell you, now that you’re silenced. Ever since I hatched I’ve had this weird thing. A fetish, I think it’s called. I love hands, a lot. I don’t know what it is. Not really human hands, but ours.” Cheetu says, his heart pounding with excitement as he explains and indulges his bizarre tastes. Welfin groans in confusion. Cheetu takes one of Welfin’s hands in his own. He pinches and prods as Welfin moans loudly. “Something about the claws and the thickness of the fingers. The knuckles. My hands are segmented, like this, but yours are soft and fuzzy on the back. This is … the first time I’ve had an ant like this. Never had the… opportunity.” He manipulates the wolf’s hand and rubs his cheek on the backs of his large claws. Their sturdy hardness is exciting.

“Hm?! Nnggg. Mrrnn.” Welfin struggles unsuccessfully as Cheetu enjoys himself. He sniffs the leathery palms of Welfin’s hand and admires the plump, calloused fingers. The many creases and crevices of skin drive him wild. 

“Mmrrr, Welfin your claws are bigger than mine. Wow.” Cheetu says before slipping Welfin’s left thumb into his mouth. The wolf can only look on in shame as Cheetu suckles and has his perverted way. The cheetah’s wandering tongue coats the broad thumb. It has fine fur on its backside which tickles his mouth pleasantly. He takes distinct pleasure in licking the backs Welfin’s claw leaving it glistening. Welfin’s fingers twitch spasmodically in reaction to Cheetu’s unwanted thumb-sucking. “Thish ish amazhing, hehe.” He says. Cheetu moves onto another finger before Welfin notices that the cheetah’s hand has wandered toward his groin and is moving suspiciously. 

“Mfff, aww yeah.” Cheetu moans. After sucking the wolf’s index finger Cheetu forces his maw between Welfin’s palms and masturbates to the warm sensation. It is only with morbid fascination that Welfin continues to watch the display. Finally having the chance to play with a chimera ant’s hands is heavenly for the cheetah. However when Cheetu is unsatisfied by his fervent jerking he devises a kinky solution. He eyes Welfin with a sadistic grin and stands, his dick throbbing and dribbling pre. Welfin in turn cowers against the chair.

“Grab my dick Welfin, you’re going to get me off.” Cheetu says.

“Mm-Mm, Mm-Mm.” Welfin attempts to protest with his tightly bound mouth. He forms fists to resist Cheetu’s whims. Though the cheetah is in no mood to accept Welfin’s futile struggling. 

“Or maybe you want me to get the royal guard right now? I’d hate to see what kind of mess they would leave you in. That Pitou is a monster.” Cheetu threatens. Shocked, Welfin lets his hands droop. He frowns while looking up at Cheetu pleadingly.

“Mmmmmhhh” Welfin sighs.

“That’s what I thought. Make sure you cup the balls and watch those perfect claws of yours.” Cheetu says with a proud grin. Welfin opens his large hands while the cheetah presses his groin forward. Groaning once more Welfin wraps his fingers around the slick rod. He holds it carefully and tightly, in fear of Cheetu’s threat. With a gleeful moan Cheetu humps into Welfin’s fist rapidly and passionately. He places his own hands on the top of the device for leverage and glares with lust-filled green eyes at the wolf who winces in his mortification. 

“Mff yeah, good.” Cheetu says. He caresses Welfin’s taped muzzle and then runs his fingers through his lush hair.

Welfin, thinking that perhaps the horrible experience will be over when Cheetu has been ‘satisfied’ cups the cheetah’s balls in his fingers. He kneads them gently while minding his claws. This treatment causes Cheetu to groan and pant loudly. With his other hand he rings the head of Cheetu’s cock, teasing forth the imminent climax. The cheetah relishes the feeling of his captive’s unfamiliar hands. He slips his own thumb into his mouth and licks it passionately. 

“Mnn, I love your hands, yeahhhh.” Cheetu growls. Welfin feels Cheetu’s balls twitch. A bestial snarl escapes Cheetu’s lips as he blows his load. Pearls of seed launch toward Welfin, landing primarily on his legs and hands. The bound wolf holds on to Cheetu’s cock until he finishes his humping and removes it himself. He eyes his captor intently. Cheetu sits slumped on the ground with only his ears and violet hair visible. He peeks over the top of the stockade with a genuine grin.

“Hooo wow. That was messed up wasn’t it?” Cheetu says “But so good. I really love your hands Welfy, so big and soft, you know?” Cheetu stands and, thankfully for Welfin, turns away. Overwhelmingly relieved that the experience is over Welfin breathes heavily out his nose. It occurs to him that his hands are covered in Cheetu’s cum so he attempts to shake it off which proves to be largely hopeless. He grimaces at his sticky fingers before beginning to struggle against his bindings once again. As expected the straps are too strong for him to break. Cheetu hums to himself while he fetches his shorts and cleans himself off with a towel.

“This is perfect. If everyone thinks you’re dead no one is going to come looking for you. I can… I can do whatever I want to you! No one will ever know!” Cheetu says. He replaces his shorts and looks over his shoulder at Welfin with impish eyes. “You know, I like the look of your paws too. Maybe we’ll have fun with them next.” He adds.

“Hummph!!?”