Storm 325

Part 1

By Silver Sheep

Spying Lakepoint Tower through his binoculars the agent from Iska observed the target building. Lakepoint Tower was a prestigious building in the tourist city of Vexstorm. It was seventy floors of luxury serviced apartments with the bottom five floors being exclusive high-end retail stores selling crocodile leather handbags, designer jewellery and intricate timepieces amongst other things.

The building was called Lakepoint Tower because it was situated on the side of Ikuwth Waters a lake renowned for its natural beauty. The metal facade of the tower looked as if was waving like a waterfall down the side of the building. The tower looked quite impressive when viewed through the agent’s binoculars. The apartments contained the elite of the canine nation of Steania. The business leaders, bankers, actors and politicians of the wealthy nation called it home.

One such important individual was the reclusive wolf named Henry Smith who was the Steanian Minister of the Interior. Henry was in charge of the internal security of Steania. This involved counter-espionage, counter-intelligence and just making life harder for any nation running any clandestine operations in Steania. That’s what the briefing documents said about him but they told little about the wolf himself.

It had been surprisingly difficult to find any information about Henry beside what was on his resume. It only told of what he was not who he was. Who he was of growing concern to the spymasters of Iska because ever since he had been sworn into his position as chief Interior Minister everything Iskcon spies did turn into shit.

At first, there was the defector who gave up twelve agents working inside the Steanian main energy supplier. The next setback was the so-called “Love Trap”. Iskcon agents would woo the secretary or general assistant who worked in a key government post getting them to smuggle out classified documents for their fake lovers. This operation had been compromised and Iskcon agents that had been seducing the mostly female secretaries were getting arrested and disappearing.

All major intelligence gathering operations were now affected and it was getting worse. Sources had dried up, collaborators got arrested or got they got scared and not to mention the growing number of agents being arrested or assassinated. Iska couldn’t replace such experienced agents that took them years to train. Clandestine operations inside Steania had been put back by at least ten years.

So with the ongoing fiasco of Iskcon intelligence being consistently defeated a new operation was drafted codenamed Storm 325. Storm 325 was beyond top secret less than five people knew of its existence. The fear of moles and leaks meant that no one in the Iska Steanian intelligence community even knew about this operation. The team consisted of just one completely independent operative working completely off the grid and in deep cover. There was no help from anyone inside the country if things went pear-shaped.

The agent’s mission was to infiltrate Henry Smith’s penthouse apartment, find out his weaknesses, find the names of double agents working for him and find out more about the wolf behind the job title.

Yuri Keivo put down his binoculars. The ram’s brown and white coloured blunt muzzle scowled. He had no idea why this wolf was such a thorn in the side of Iskcon intel. That worried him no man ruled alone and every attempt to infiltrate Henry’s inner cycle the so-called keys to power had failed. Henry was a dark grey wolf who was quite muscular and had blue eyes and was of average height but again this only told Yuri what he looked like not who he was as a person.

Wolves weren't meant to be this cunning that was meant to be left for the foxes and the coyotes. The ram picked up the blueprints for Lakepoint Tower that he had been studying. What wasn’t on the blueprints told him more than what was on them. The plans for apartment 705 on the seventh floor were absent as were the plans for the luxury rooftop penthouse. The ram had seen Henry for himself sipping a coffee on his balcony of the rooftop penthouse so that confirmed that he lived there but what about the seventh-floor apartment?

There must be something hidden there. Before he could make a move on Henry’s apartment he had to find a way into that seventh-floor apartment. There must be something there blueprints don’t just get lost like this without a reason. He had to start there first. A couple of months of work had yet to yield a way inside the penthouse but the rich always needed others to clean their toilets, walk their dogs and deliver their pizza.

Getting into the penthouse via the staff working there was his first option but it was soon ruled out. They vetted everyone who worked or was contracted to work at the luxury penthouse. Even the cleaners had to have a security clearance issued by the government. The people working around Henry were seemingly incorruptible. That was strange as well, no group of people were so loyal. There was always a maid or butler that an envelope of cash or embarrassing piece of blackmail could corrupt. So far it had only gotten more Iskcon agents arrested.

His first step was going to be apartment 705. No breaking and entering or placing bugs just a peek, a closer look to see what was so special about it. After all, this could be a red herring but it offered a chance to infiltrate the residential floors. Yuri had seen the light go on of a night at the apartment but the blinds never opened. No one ever came out onto the balcony. It could be just a normal apartment for all he knew.

Yuri had made up his mind he was going to go inside the tower and have a snoop around. He had seen the shopping centre and other public areas but not the residential floors. Perhaps getting to the residential floors would help him with his main goal of breaching the penthouse and getting usable intelligence about Henry Smith. The wolf’s apartment had to hold something that could give Iskcon intelligence an edge.

Yuri packed away his documents into a hidden compartment of his suitcase. Vexstorm was home to many travellers so staying at the Riverside Bluff Hotel next to Lakepoint Tower wasn’t such a bold move as one would think. The cover of a tourist had let Yuri be ignored on his window shopping trips to the Tower. It also helped with his current play. No one remembered the tourist who slipping into the back of Bett’s pizza place in a busy dinner service. Nor did anyone notice that tourist borrow an insulated pizza bag left drying out back next to rubber kitchen mats.

The next part of the plan was to look the part for this the ram needed a Betts Chicago style pizza delivery uniform to match the bag. He followed an employee from the pizza restaurant to his home and came back on a day he was out. He didn’t have to break in because the clothesline in the backyard held the prize. He took the pizza delivery uniform from the clothesline. It was still a little big for him despite his thick coat of white fleece but now he wouldn’t look suspicious.

No one would bat an eye at a pizza delivery guy. Simple plans worked the best. It hadn't taken him long to put this one together. Apartment 705 was about to get an unexpected pizza delivery. He still had to figure out how he would be let up to the residential floors but he had an idea for that. 

The ram confidently strode into the expansive lobby of Lakepoint Tower. The lobby was lined with marble walls and his hooves clicked on the onyx black stone floor. He was dressed in the pizza delivery uniform and carried the insulated bag. He even went to the trouble to buy two pizzas from the same shop. They would be cold by now with him having to change into his costume after purchasing them but they would serve as props if he got challenged. He walked towards the elevators and waited.

A well-dressed fox walked towards the elevators. The fox was wearing a simple shirt and he had buttoned it up fully to support the graceful red bow tie he was wearing. His red bow tie was a shade brighter than his russet fur. On top of the shirt was a stylish vest with three buttons, it had a very narrow v-line, which allowed for a large portion of the top to remain visible, even if the suit's jacket was buttoned up.

The jacket was clearly made for him, it was a perfect fit. It had an intricate rope strike pattern which made it look stylish and graceful. The five buttons of his double breasted jacket were all buttoned up with the exception of one, a playful touch to a classy look.

The jacket was longer at the back, it had a vent at the back, there were two pockets on either side and there was a breast pocket which held his sunglasses.

His pants copied the style of his jacket, both in colour and pattern. To top it all off the fox was wearing a fancy belt. His ivory coloured manicured claws clicked on the floor as he walked towards Yuri. His fancy attire betrayed the fact that he was a resident of the tower.

“Excuse me, sir, can I ask for a favour? I need to deliver a pizza to an apartment on the seventh floor and they won’t answer their intercom. Could you let me up to the floor.” asked Yuri with a broad smile.

The fox smiled “Sure buddy.” he replied. The canine smiled revealing his white almost sparkly teeth. 

No matter the security systems sometimes a smile opens doors the easiest.

The fox placed his resident keycard to the scanner inside the elevator and pressed the seventh-floor button and then his own. The elevator rose quickly and made a bing sound as the car arrived at the seventh floor. Yuri stepped out and turned to thank the fox before the doors closed.

He was in. The walls of the hallway were wallpapered in an avant-garde wallpaper with intricate patterns, the ceiling had artistic patterns moulded into its plaster and small chandeliers hung at intervals and the floor was carpeted in a lush green carpet. Yuri walked down the hall and counted off the numbers until he spotted the brass plate with the numbers 705 written in bold black letters. The door was painted in high gloss white paint and had polished brass fittings. 

Hopefully, he could charm his way inside and have a poke around. At the very least see if the apartment had anyone living inside. Yuri put his game face on he was just going to knock on the door. What’s the worst that could happen? He was a pizza delivery guy with some pizzas nothing out of the ordinary. The ram rapped on the door and waited. A short time later the door opened a tan coloured coyote stood in the doorway. He was dressed in the formal business attire of a black suit and tie. His suit was much more humble than the one the fox had been dressed in. His expression bore one of suspicion.

“Hello.” said the coyote he eyes narrowing on Yuri.

“Are you apartment 705?” asked Yuri. The ram tried to look past the coyote but could only see an empty hallway.

“Yes.” the coyote replied.

“I’ve got your two meat lovers pizzas and you owe me twenty-five bucks.” said Yuri.

“I didn’t order a pizza. How did you get in? This is a restricted area?” the coyote said. The canine was getting tense he opened his suit jacket and put his right-hand paw inside.

Yuri didn’t like this at all but he had a role to play. “I’m here with your pizzas now I could have got the apartment number wrong but I was told 705.” he said.

This didn’t calm down the coyote one bit. He looked around and back inside the apartment like he was looking for approval from a higher up. The coyote’s ears stayed locked towards Yuri rotating as his head turned backwards. He seemed unsure of what to do. Suddenly his hand paw pulled out from his coat.

Yuri reacted on instinct. He biffed the coyote with the pizza bag and grabbed the arm that was coming from his coat. The coyote was holding a pistol. Yuri turned the pistol towards the coyote’s body and rotated it. This caused the coyote’s trigger finger to be broken with the leverage of the pistol’s trigger guard. The canine yowled in pain as Yuri disarmed him. Pressing his advantage he headbutted the coyote. His thick ram skull was quite the weapon because he heard a sickening crack of a bone breaking when his head rammed the coyote’s muzzle.

As the canine fell backwards emitting a muffled yelp of pain. Yuri heard movement coming from inside the apartment. He tossed the pistol down the hallway away from the apartment. He didn’t want to get into a shootout when he didn’t know how many furs were inside. He bolted down the hallway. Just as he was about to round the corner a shot rang out. It landed on the wall next to him. Plaster and shards of fancy wallpaper burst into the air where the bullet had landed.

Yuri leapt around the corner as another shot was fired. He was temporary safe out of his attacker’s line of fire but he had to get out of here. He heard more commotion a male voice was yelling into what he assumed was a radio that they were under attack and had a man down. Yuri had to escape before backup arrived.

He leapt to his hooves and looked around to see where he was. He was in a hallway with a red fire exit door to his left and closed apartment doors to his right. He leapt up and pushed open the fire exit door. He went up a flight of stairs to the next floor to confuse his pursuers. He was now up on the eighth floor. He headed to the elevator lobby and jabbed the call button.

He figured he had minutes to get to the lobby and outside before the building was sealed off. He would just calmly head down in the elevator and keep his cool until he was on the street. Then he would ditch this disguise and get out of town. Worrying about blowing his operation had to wait until he got himself somewhere safe.

One of the elevators stopped and its doors opened and he stepped inside. He hit the ground floor button and the close door button. The elevator descended but suddenly it stopped on the second floor and the doors didn’t open. It started up again but this time it was going back upwards. This was bad he had to get out he pressed the stop button and the floor buttons but the controls didn’t respond.

The elevator kept going up until arriving at the top floor. It stopped but the doors didn’t open. Yuri punched the controls in frustration. The building’s security must have taken control of the elevator. That was a much faster reaction time than he had anticipated. If he had used the fire stairs he would have had a chance but now he was trapped.

The public address system in the elevator came to life. “Hello, pizza boy. If you want to survive tonight I suggest you get on the ground and put your hooves on your head.” said the voice.

Yuri’s gut wrenched as he knew he was trapped and about to be captured. He obeyed the voice and laid down on the floor of the elevator and placed his hoof hands atop his head.

“Pizza boy we are going to open the doors now. It would be in your best interest if you don’t move that’s if you don’t want to get splattered across the walls like a pizza topping.” said the voice.

The doors opened from the ground Yuri could see half a dozen canine security guards armed with assault rifles all pointing at him.

“Don’t move!” boomed a German shepherd security guard.

Yuri kept still as much as possible sure he was an agent but not a superhero there was no way he could fight them.

Two canines entered the elevator. The German shepherd and a husky judging by his curly tail. The German shepherd kept his assault rifle trained on Yuri while the husky took a pair of handcuffs from a pouch on his belt and yanked one of Yuri’s arms snapping the cuff shut around his wrist. The process was repeated with his other arm which was handcuffed to his first. The husky leaned in close and snarled. His hand paws poked and prodded checking his pockets and dumping their contents to the ground.

After the quick search, a third canine approached he pulled a hessian sack over Yuri’s muzzle covering his head. Strong arms lifted him up by his shoulders to a standing position. The muscles of his captors felt like iron and there was no escape from their grip. He was half dragged half carried down a hallway. His hooves scraped across the floor. The two brawny guards hefted him up like he was a plush toy. These guys weren’t mall cops and normal police wouldn’t put a sack over his head.

Yuri knew he was in deep shit now he had been captured by the Steanian security forces. Hurting their coyote comrade wouldn’t win him any friends here. On the plus side if they wanted him dead they would have done it by now. That thought was a cold comfort because now they had him as a prisoner.

The guards led him to a cell from what he could tell. The two guards dragged him into the room. He was placed on the floor. One of the guards jumped on top of him and pinned him to the ground. The floor was cold concrete and the weight of the heavy canine guard was making breathing difficult. Yuri’s body tensed when he felt a blade of a knife begin to cut through his clothes. He couldn't move with the mass of muscles pinning him down. His clothes were cut from his body.

He could feel the rags that were left of his clothes torn from his body. Even his underwear was cut away. Yuri heard the rustle of plastic and the scrape of claws against cement. Another guard was collecting the scraps of cloth placing them inside a garbage bag. The guard pinning him down lifted himself up off of him. Yuri sucked in a breath now that the weight was off his chest. The sack over his head was removed and the three guards swiftly left the room. The metal door to the cell slammed shut before Yuri could recover from the onslaught.

Yuri stood up and took a look around the cell. It was set up like one would expect a jail cell to be. It had stark concrete walls, floor and ceiling. The room was about three metres by three meters in size with the metal door the only exit to the windowless room. It had a stainless steel toilet with a small washbasin. A single bed was its only furnishing. The room was lit by a single incandescent light bulb protected by a wire cage.

After looking around his cell Yuri was coming down from his adrenaline high. The fight and his capture had happened so quickly. The sheep’s mind filled with a sudden panic. How was he going to escape this situation? He had to resist his captors and play dumb as long as he could. His body shuddered he had to get a hold of himself.

It must have been about an hour or so later but with no timepiece, he couldn’t be certain when he heard the door of the cell being unlocked. The door opened and Yuri’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. There standing in the hallway was the wolf Henry Smith himself flanked by two canine guards. There was no mistaking it Yuri had studied many photos of the wolf for hours in preparation for his operation.

Henry stepped into the cell his foot claws clicked on the concrete floor. The two guards that were out in the hallway stayed outside. The wolf was dressed like he had just been to the gym. He had on a white singlet and navy blue gym shorts. It wasn't what he expected a high-level government official to wear. It was consistent with his fitness level and he was at his home after all. 

It was true the wolf was muscular and in great shape especially for a bureaucrat with a desk job. His blue eyes looked the ram up and down. His expression showed no emotion he wordlessly lifted his right hand paw to motion the guards to close the door. The door clanged shut behind the wolf. His tail erect twitched slightly in the air.

Despite being an experienced agent Yuri couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten in fear. He would never expect to come face to face with his target. Not that it would do him any good he wasn’t going back to Iska anytime soon if at all. He wondered why such a high-level official would come to see him personally.

The wolf didn’t speak he just stared at the ram. The wolf’s ears pointed upward facing the ram. Yuri stared back looking up into the wolf’s blue eyes. There was something strange about his eyes he couldn’t put his finger on it. It was like they held great power or that they could see into his soul. He kept looking trying to see what it was about his eyes that made them so intriguing.

Something was wrong he should look away he would make his captor angry by staring at him he could take it as a challenge. The ram tried to turn away but he just couldn’t he found the harder he tried the harder it was to look away. Something was keeping his gaze locked onto the wolf.

No, no, no this wasn’t right he should look away. His eyes were starting to burn he realized and had stopped blinking. His focus was locked there was no resisting those blue eyes. The wolf still hadn't said a word. Despite that Henry was in full control. Yuri’s eyes were watering now. Oh, how he wanted to close them the break the stare his eyes were stinging and burning.

“Drop.” came a voice.

It was such a perfect word. It came from all around him that word filled his mind. It filled his mind so much that his thoughts were pushed out. His body felt so heavy all of a sudden it felt like he was falling from the top of the tower. Down, Down, Down. His eyes closed locking shut such bliss. Yuri felt so blank so calm he wanted to stay in this place not knowing nor caring how or why.

Slowly his senses returned to him. He realized he was now laying down he slowly opened his eyes. He was still in the cell the bright light of the room above him. He looked around the room he was alone. He was laying on the bed covered in a thin blanket. Had he dreamt the encounter with Henry? He must have because it didn’t make sense that a high up would see a prisoner even if he had been captured in the same building. Besides the falling sensation often came when waking from a dream.

It was expected for him to have bad dreams with his future being so uncertain. He had been obsessed over the wolf that’s why he was here after all. To find out his secrets and his weaknesses. So no wonder he would feature in his dreams. Too bad he hadn't woken up back in his hotel room. He stood up he was surprised to be able to fall asleep under such circumstances. His hooves clopped on the cell floor. He paced the room a few times.

The sound of keys rattling and a lock turning caught the ram’s attention. The door his cell opened and in walked a guard it was someone he recognised the German shepherd from when he was captured. The canine closed the cell door behind him. He didn’t look as gruff as when he first saw him. In fact, he had a small smile on his lips. His upper fangs poked past his top lips. He slowly ran his pink tongue over his black lips making them glisten.

“I overheard you pacing outside in the hall. Are you having trouble sleeping?” said the German shepherd.

This question struck Yuri as absurd. Why the fuck would a guard be worried if their prisoner was not sleeping? He chose to ignore the question.

The canine looked at the ram with his bright green eyes. Thankfully there wasn’t anything peculiar about these eyes. “You must be scared thinking about what is going to happen to you. I have a way to help with that but you must cooperate. Understood?” said the canine.

Yuri felt a thought enter his mind it was strange because it was much louder than his internal monologue. The thought was that he should do what the German shepherd said and that he meant him no harm. After a couple of seconds, the thought repeated itself. Yuri realised he hadn't answered his question.

“Yes.” Yuri answered. His voice carried an uncertainty that mirrored that of his mind.

The German Shepard stepped closer until he was standing in front of Yuri. He looked into the ram’s eyes. The canine’s expression was soft perhaps too soft for the current situation. Yuri could feel the other male’s warm breath brush over his muzzle. This was getting strange what was going on?

“Now stand still for me.” said the canine.

“Yes.” came Yuri’s reply. Something was up. The thought entered the ram’s head that he was safe and he should just do what he was told. Was this his thought or someone else's? It was so loud almost overpowering. Why was he acting all submissive before his captors? Shouldn't he be trying to escape? His internal questions were interrupted by the German shepherd's tongue lapping across his lips.

Yuri was shocked what the hell was he doing? He was more shocked by his reaction or lack of reaction because he just stood there. He stood still not moving at all as the canine tongue licked slowly across his lips. He felt the slick trail of saliva it left in its wake. The body heat from the flexible canine tongue. Again the German shepherd guard licked across the sheep’s lips.

Yuri was straight he should be feeling disgusted at being kissed by another man. He should turn his head away or punch him, something. He just stood there. He didn’t feel disgusted at all. The sensation of the flexible canine tongue made his lips tingle. Lick after lick his heart rate had increased and he was getting flushed by all this attention.

Sheep never kissed like this it was more of a canine thing. He had observed canines in his cross-cultural training and knew how important licking another’s lips were in their culture. It was something that they did to each other as a form of bonding. It didn’t necessarily mean romantic love. Co-workers and friends would lick each other's lips like a canine handshake. Sheep had a similar thing but they would touch heads and give each other a gentle headbutt.

This was something else though. His lips were tingling and wet with the German shepherd’s saliva. He could taste him on the tip of his tongue that unique flavour of another man that he had never tasted before. He noticed that he had closed his eyes and more importantly that the canine's licking had stopped. Why did he miss his tongue, that feeling of gentle affection? 

The German shepherd was running his hand paws over his wool covered chest. Yuri opened his eyes to see that the canine guard was getting down on his knees. He wasn’t going to do what he thought he was? He didn’t like men he shouldn’t want this. What was wrong with him? He had to tell him he wasn’t gay. Before Yuri could form any words he gasped as he felt the German shepherd’s tongue probe into his sheath.

The thin canine tongue had slipped inside the opening to his sheath. Yuri tried to say something but all that came out was a gasp. The canine tongue was doing circles around his penis. The sensation of a wet probing tongue between his penis and the sensitive flesh of the inside of his sheath felt like nothing he had ever experienced. No female had ever done this to him. The feeling of the slick tongue swirling around inside his sheath was making it impossible to form words. His manhood became erect pushing into the waiting slick maw. Yuri gasped and moaned as the German shepherd sucked and licked.

The resolve to ask the German shepherd to stop was fading as his erection grew. It had been so long since he had sex and felt the touch of another. It was always the mission and people could get hurt in relationships in the field. He never thought he would experience such pleasure from another man. Slick sucking noises came from the canine’s muzzle. Saliva drooled out the sides of the German shepherd’s mouth. Yuri couldn't take much more of this.

He placed his hoof tipped fingers gently on the back of the guards head as it bobbed up and down. He gently patted and stroked the canine's head and rubbed the base of his ears. That muzzle was giving him so much pleasure. A pleasure he had never experienced before especially from another man. His breathing was getting ragged and his pulse was pounding.

“Yes! Fuck Yes!” Yuri screamed.

He felt his cock erupt into the waiting canine’s muzzle. He shot thick squirts of his release into the guard’s muzzle. The guard gulped down each pulse that erupted from his erection. The sheep was in heaven all the day’s stress was melted away. After he was all spent the German shepherd returned to an upright position.

Yuri was panting as he recovered from his release. The canine guard leaned in for another kiss this time exploring the ram vulnerable muzzle hanging open while he was still panting. Yuri felt his tongue being sucked and he could taste his cream on the other’s tongue. The German shepherd hugged him tightly. He could feel his hard muscles and his erection still trapped inside the slacks of his security uniform.

New desires were popping into the ram’s head. A desire to stroke his furred chest and nuzzle into his strong male body. Canines are not the enemy. This thought was louder than his own internal voice. It repeated itself in his mind. Canines are not the enemy. He shook his head trying to dislodge this invasive thought. This broke off the wet kiss.

The German shepherd guard parted from his embrace and said: “You must still be feeling a little jittery.”

The ram’s world was being rocked at least the guard’s statement had silenced that invasive thought.

“Now that I've given you a good night kiss why don’t you lie back down and have a nice deep sleep.”

He was right a deep sleep was just what he needed. Why hadn’t he thought of it before? He walked over to the bed. As he lay down he felt like a heavy weight had been placed on his mind. 

“Deep.” Yuri murmured to himself as he lost consciousness.