Wolfy's Bite
By Musuko

A fluorescent sun burned bright under a plastic sky. A quarter-mile of rock pressed down from above. Birdsong twittered from loudspeakers. Electronic worms burrowed beneath artificial grass. Caretaker Class Six, employee number 5302-B, or “Tez”, tapped her toe against the base of a fibreglass conifer and clicked her tongue.
	“We can wait here all day, Wolfy.”
	At her feet, and on the end of her leash, Wolfy growled and shifted on his leg stumps. The steel bands of the muzzle strapped to his head kept most of the threat confined. Tez gave the leash a tug.
	“Tut! None of that! Do you want to go back inside, hmm?”
	Wolfy’s growl faded to a murmur, but the scowl remained. He glanced once at the tree, then haughtily turned his head away.
	“If you don’t do your business now, I’m not going to be pleased if you do it all over the carpet! Last chance, mister.”
	Wolfy stared her down, his lips peeled back to show glossy white teeth behind the muzzle’s bars.
	“Alright, I’m getting the whistle.”
	Wolfy’s lips dropped down to cover his teeth. His tail dropped. He whimpered and lowered his muzzle almost to the ground. Tez held the whistle an inch for her lips, a breath held, ready to blast out the torturous high note. Slowly, she raised an eyebrow.
	“Well?” she said.
	Wolfy looked away, ears flat, tail down. He shuffled over to the base of the tree and lifted his leg.
	“Attaboy.”

The form stared up at Tez from the table: big, white, blank, and six god damn pages long. She sighed and dropped her chin into her paw. She looked across to Wolfy, who curled up a little tighter in his bed and stubbornly refused to look back at her. He rubbed his muzzled snout against the padded leather cap on one of his foreleg stumps, trying and failing to chew at it to get to the itch beneath.
	“You’re a pain in the butt sometimes, puppy. You know that, right?”
	Wolfy growled for a few moments, but stopped well before Tez could snap at him to stop. Tez sighed and picked up her pen.
	“Okay, first metric. Subject’s physical health.” She let her eyes scan down the long list of tick-boxes and detail fields. There was even one for claw length, requesting measurement of one claw per paw, in millimetres. She slammed the pen down before she had even filled one box in. “Right, I’m getting coffee...”

The big office stank of sweat. Musuko’s suit barely held onto his body; a single button kept his shirt together, and his trousers were staying on through sheer stubbornness alone.
	“Uhuh,” he said, not looking up from his task; he was hunched over his desk busy picking bits of solidified superglue out of the fur of his left wrist.
	“So you agree with me?” said Tez.
	“Hmm?” He glanced up, briefly. “Oh, no. Not at all.”
	“Why not?”
	“He’s an asset, Tez. We have to track our assets.”
	“He’s not an asset, he’s a person.”
	Musuko raised an eyebrow, but didn’t look up. He tugged at a stubborn clump of matted fur. He sighed and reached for the scissors. “If he’s a person, why are you treating him like a pet?”
	“Because…well…”
	“Exactly. He’s not a person. He’s an asset. And you know full well that he’s happier this way than he ever could be trying to live a normal life in his condition. The psychological evaluations all said so. Fill in your forms, Tez.”
	“There must be some other way…look, can’t you just sign him over to me or something? He’s not doing anything useful as he is, and it’s stupid to keep having to do all that paperwork.”
	“Paperwork isn’t stupid.”
	“If you let me take sole responsibility for him, I’ll think of something useful to do with him.”
	Musuko looked up. “Oh you will, huh? You’re a researcher now, are you?”
	“Well, no, but…”
	“You’re supposed to look after him, nothing more.”
	“But I can’t do that if I have to spend all my time filling in reports and forms just to tell you that he’s exactly like he was last time, status unchanged! It’s a waste of time!”
	“Hmm,” said Musuko. He fixed Tez with a stare, then swivelled his chair. He tapped at his computer’s keyboard with the point of his scissors. “Your last report says his emotional wellbeing is way down.”
	“Not way down, exactly…”
	“No? What would you say then?”
	“I…think he’s having trouble adjusting.”
	Musuko tapped the scissors against the keys. He hummed under his breath. “You haven’t filled in Category C in any of your last six reports.”
	Tez flushed. “He…doesn’t respond well to Cat-C training.”
	Musuko raised an eyebrow. “How interesting.” He swivelled back, and suddenly he was smiling at her. “Alright, your request is granted. Wolfy will be signed over to you as the sole caretaker, without upper oversight.”
	“Really? Thank y-“
	“If,” said Musuko.
	Tez’s smile fell. “If?”
	“If you are able to produce a measurable positive improvement in Wolfy’s Category C training.”
	“Oh,” said Tez.
	“Would two weeks be sufficient?”
	“Could you make it four?”
	“Three. No wait: twenty days. Nice round number.”
	Tez sighed. “Alright, Sir. Thank you.”
	Musuko beamed at her as she left. “Good luck!”

Category C stared at her from the pages. On the face of it, it was a short section, with only a few fields to fill in and an overall evaluation section. For other “assets” it would be easy to fill in; CKC had a habit of being able to turn anyone into a thriving and eager participant in Category C activities. Wolfy, however, was different, and there was more than one Null that would still shiver at the sight of him, remembering the vicious bites that the wolf could dish out. Wolfy was absolutely the worst candidate for any kind of Category C activities, and now Tez was faced with the task of changing that.
	“Shit,” she said. Wolfy looked up from his kibble. He tilted his head and made a questioning noise, just on the edge of the acceptability limits enforced by the communications limiter bolted to his cerebellum.
	“Nothing you need to worry about,” she said. “Go back to your breakfast.”
	She looked at the page again. Then, she looked over to Wolfy and watched him guzzle down the dried nuggets of meat-like food lumps. There was nothing in the requirements section that said Wolfy couldn’t be doped…

Restraining Wolfy was relatively easy if he was feeling compliant. Sadly, the occasions when he felt compliant were few and far between. Wolfy had a lot of strength in his compact, truncated little body, and he could use it in those stumpy limbs with great effect. And even though he wore the steel muzzle, he could still thrust and lunge, accomplishing with bludgeoning force what he was denied in doing with bites. He was a thrashing tornado of snarling anger, fighting against the six Nulls attempting to manhandle him onto the restraint table.
	“Wolfy, shh, calm down!” implored Tez. The attempt had the same amount of effectiveness as it had the last four times. She sighed and pinched her brow. “We’re never going to get this done at this rate.”
	“We could inject him now,” said the technician beside her. “You know, if you’re happy to take responsibility for any damage.”
	“You can do that?”
	The technician shrugged lazily. “I guess, if they hold him still enough.”
	“Alright, do it!” She clapped her paws. “Nulls, hold him still!”
	Wolfy’s growls rose in volume and pitch. His eyes cast threats of painful death to the technician as he approached. The needle rose. The tip gleamed.
	“Just a small prick,” said the technician. Wolfy flinched and tried to pull away, but the Nulls turned his struggles into a useless wriggle. The technician matched his movements easily. The needle slid into his skin.
	“There, just relax now,” said Tez.
	Wolfy groaned, and closed his eyes.

He swam in a dream of fire and pain and the cackling laughter of a blood-streaked white mouse, his eyes as red as his teeth and the knife in his paw. The laughter repeated, over and over, multiplying into a chorus that closed in on him from all sides.
	“I’m coming back for you, puppy,” they hissed.
	He woke, jerking hard and finding himself arrested against the rigid grip of gleaming chrome shackles. He whined and blinked against the light. Tez appeared, blurred and swamped by the glow, but he knew her scent. She made soothing shushing noises and stroked his cheek through the muzzle’s bars.
	“Be good for me, okay? It’s for the best.”
	He tried to speak. The device on his brain planted a pang of nausea in his gut. He whimpered instead and the discomfort went away. A new face appeared; the blank expression of a Null, one with the black skin of the assistant type. It played with controls, and Wolfy rotated away, seeing the room open out in front of him as the restraint table rotated to vertical.
	He barked in panic. The room was filled with feral canines, at least a dozen or more. Every one of them was female. Every one of them was staring at him.
	“Lower him a little,” came Tez’s voice. The Null moved its hooves and the table lowered a few inches. Wolfy’s hind stumps almost touched the floor. One of the nearer ferals took a few steps towards him, her nose twitching. Wolfy whined; he was naked, he was restrained, and his crotch was precisely level with the snouts of the canines…and with their rear ends.
	He thrashed against the shackles and turned his head to stare imploringly at Tez. She looked back, face firm and tense. She shook her head.
	“Just try to relax, Wolfy. It’ll be fine. Let the drug do its work, okay?”
	Wolfy barked. His eyes begged. Tez looked pained and turned away.
	“Lower him another inch,” she said. “And then move back. Let her explore unimpeded.”
	The female canine touched her nose against Wolfy's sheath. She showed no reaction to Wolfy as he growled and whimpered in turn, melding the sounds together into a mush. Her tongue appeared and pressed into fur. Wolfy's growl died with a choked squeal. His eyes clenched closed and his body vibrated against the restraints.
	“Well, your body still works there at least,” said Tez, watching as Wolfy's hot-red member rose up out from his sheath to meet the canine's licking tongue. “It's about the only part of you that Terik didn't break. But yet it was already broken, wasn't it?” She offered a palm to Wolfy's cheek, stroking deep through his fur. He kept his eyes shut and turned his face away. “I know, it's upsetting,” she said. “But it's for your own good. This drug's making you function again. And in this place, if you're not sexually-functional, you're never going to be happy. You want to be happy, don't you puppy? And you want to make me happy, don't you?”
	Wolfy grunted. The canine turned herself around, her claws clicking on the smooth floor. Behind her the other canines were watching in a huddled pack. Wolfy opened one eye, only one, for a brief glimpse. He saw his gathered audience and whined, clenching his eyes shut again. He would keep them closed from that point on.
	“Lower him a half inch,” said Tez. The restraint table whirred down. The tip of Wolfy's chemically-induced erection met the flesh of the canine's naturally-induced heat, sliding smoothly inside as the canine shuffled backwards. Wolfy shuddered and shook his head, violently slamming the sides of his muzzle against the table. Tez yanked her paw away.
	“Shh, puppy. Be still!”
	Wolfy wasn't listening. He howled through the muzzle's bars. The female crooned happily, her tongue lolling from the side of her mouth. Her tail thumped hard against Wolfy's stomach. Her hips rocked as she rubbed herself on his length. Tez leaned close against the side of the restraint table, watching every tortured nuance of Wolfy's expression.
	“Relax, Wolfy. Just let the drug do its thing, okay?”
	The Null at the controls lifted its head to look at her. It waved a hoof for her attention. She ignored it.
	“Shh, Wolfy. Come on, now. Just give in. It'll be easier for you.”
	A new voice, heavy and masculine, snapped through the air like a rifle shot. “Abort,” it said. Tez looked up at the ceiling, at the speakers and cameras that were the voice and eyes for the ever-present oversight of the safety monitors.
	“What reason?”
	“Adrenal risk factor. Subject's levels are high.”
	Tez growled and jabbed a finger towards the mating canines. “Well of course they're high! That's the point!”
	“Disengage them, please.”
	Tez's shoulders sagged. She sighed. Beside her, Wolfy continued his frenzied struggles, whining a noise that didn't sound natural. “Damn it,” she said.
	The restraint table returned to its original position easily enough. The female feral was a little more difficult to move. She snarled at Tez, who snarled back and made absolutely clear who was the alpha female in the room.
	“We'll try again,” she said, stroking Wolfy's chest as she released the shackles. “I'll figure out some way to keep you calm.”

Tez stared at her pencil. It was a good pencil, to be sure. Solidly-made and reliable. It sharpened well, and it hadn't let her down over the last few weeks that she'd had it. There were many reasons for her to think it was a good pencil, but absolutely no reason that she could think of for her to be staring at it with such obsession.
	She turned the pencil over and tapped the eraser at the paper. Category C was still blank. She had plenty of things she could write there, but none of them were particularly flattering to either herself or Wolfy. The first experiment had been a failure, as had the second and third and fourth. Each time they tried a different balance of drugs to stimulate Wolfy's suppressed sexual appetite, and each time he ended up working himself towards a heart attack, sometimes even before they had brought the females in. She groaned as she remembered the one exception, when they had tried a feral male; the two had ended up growling at each-other, trying to work out the pecking order and being stymied in the process by Wolfy's restraints. It was a farce.
	She turned the pencil over again, point down onto the page. Much better when it was the right way up, she thought. Then she froze and rethought the thought. She pressed the pencil until the point of the lead snapped and left an ugly smear on the paper.
	“Got it,” she said, jumping to her feet.

The cat looked hungover, but that could just have been his usual look for nine in the morning. He looked bored, not even trying to appear interested. But the fact he was here at all must have meant he was interested a little bit, right? Tez tried to stay hopeful as she talked Musuko through the process.
	“Such a simple answer to a complex problem,” said Musuko. “How'd it come to you?”
	“From a pencil.”
	“A pencil?”
	“It's a long...well, actually, no, it's a short story. But it's a stupid one. Would you like to see Wolfy now?”
	Musuko looked around the enclosure. The female canines milled about aimlessly, still doped up on their breakfast soporifics. “He's not in here?”
	“No sir,” said Tez, carefully, talking as if to a young, stupid kitten...but one with the power to ruin her life. “He's in the next enclosure, with the males.”
	“Ah, yes. Right. Because of the...umm...method.”
	“Yes sir.”
	Musuko smiled brightly. “Lead the way then!”
	The smell hit them instantly at the threshold. Behind them, the females started to whine and fight as the pheromones washed over them. It was the stink of male sex; an awful lot of male sex.
	The enclosure was much the same as the female one, with just as much mess and drifting clumps of shed fur. But in the centre stood a restraint frame, custom-printed and moulded specifically to the contours of the occupant, ensuring they were comfortable in their immobility. In the frame, strapped firmly in place, was Wolfy. And on top of Wolfy was a male feral canine. On top of...and inside of.
	“Well,” said Musuko, giving Tez a withering look. “You managed to make a dog fuck a dog. I'm impressed. Really, I am.”
	“That's not the impressive thing. Look.”
	Tez beckoned him over. The canines parted around them, too intently focussed on the display in front of them, eager for their turn, or busy licking themselves and resting, already having had their turn. The mix seemed to be fifty-fifty; half the pack had so-far had their turn.
	“Right here, sir. Crouch down, but don't get too close.”
	Musuko edged in beside her, crouched down in front of Wolfy. With the muzzle off, his teeth would normally be dangerous. But right now, with the canine rocking on top of him, there was nothing dangerous in Wolfy's expression. His eyes were clenched shut, his ears were flat back, and his whole countenance dripped with deep, unbearable shame.
	“He seems to be taking it quite well.” He leaned to the side, looking beneath the frame. “No erection, though.”
	“That's the next step,” said Tez. “For now, the focus is on submission. I realised that I was going about it all wrong. I was trying to get Wolfy to engage in sex from a position of power.”
	“Even though he was restrained.”
	“Yes, I know. But his body didn't know that. I mean, his mind. The...feral bit of it.”
	“Tez,” said Musuko. “I don't care. Just get to the point.”
	Tez huffed under her breath. “I switched the roles and put Wolfy on the bottom, where his instinct is telling him he belongs. He spends his whole life on the very lowest rung. Getting thrust up to the top like that was scaring him. But now, look at him.”
	The canine dug his claws into Wolfy's shoulders, but Wolfy barely flinched. He kept his head hung low, defeated and drained. The canine was anything but; he howled in triumphal pleasure and added his seed to the collection in Wolfy's rear. Moments later he had slid free, padding off into the crowd of canines to recover. Musuko raised a quizzical eyebrow.
	“No knotting?” he asked.
	“We've drugged them all to suppress their knots. This would take forever otherwise.”
	“I see.” Musuko straightened. Tez followed him up.
	“So? What do you think?”
	“Well, it's progress.”
	Wolfy whined softly as another canine clambered up onto him. This one was a little smaller than the previous one, as that one had been smaller than the one before it. The pack was working down from the Alpha all the way through to the Omega.
	“There's a party tonight,” said Musuko.
	“Oh?” said Tez, when it seemed that Musuko wasn't going to elaborate further without prompting.
	“I would like you to attend, with Wolfy here. If you're not busy.”
	“Of course, sir.”
	“Make sure you bring the restraint frame with you.”

Wolfy was sullen during their evening walkies. Part of that could have had something to do with the bath Tez had to give him to clean up after all the canines. Baths were always an unpleasant affair for Wolfy; they really emphasised the helplessness of his stumps. No amount of fussing or compliance seemed to make them go any quicker, or any less humiliatingly. But Tez wasn't fooling herself; it wasn't the bath that was affecting Wolfy's mood the most.
	“Heel,” she said. “Sit.”
	Wolfy rocked back off his knee stumps and yelped as his rear impacted the plastic grass. With no joints in his limbs, there was no gentler way for him to sit. Normally, this wasn't a problem. Today, though...
	Tez winced for him. “Sorry,” she muttered, reaching down to offer a paw for him to nuzzle. Wolfy grunted and looked away.
	“There's no need to be like that, Wolfy. You know this has all been for the best.”
	Wolfy kept looking the other way.
	“Give me your paw,” she commanded.
	Wolfy rocked to support himself on one foreleg, raising the other up to rest the stump in Tez's palm. Still, though, he looked away.
	“Speak.”
	After a moment's annoyed hesitation, Wolfy barked.
	“Good boy. Just be like that tonight and you'll be fine. Obedient and submissive. And when it's all done, you won't have to do it again. Alright?”
	She reached for his head, petting between his ears. He whined and lowered his muzzle, but didn't pull his head completely away. Up close, Tez could still smell the subtle musk of the canines overlaid over Wolfy's natural scent. For Wolfy, that scent must have been a constant reminder of his place in the pecking order. Good, though Tez; the more he feels that way, the more comfortable he will be.
	“Good boy,” she said.

The party was the usual CKC affair. They had taken over one of the many conference halls and done something to the lighting to make the place look less stark and unappealing. Someone somewhere was doing something awful to a piano. More visibly, a lot of other people were doing various awful things to each-other. At CKC, the line between “party” and “orgy” tends to get rather blurry. Between the throngs, Nulls weaved their way with trays of drinks. Only about half of them managed to get to their destination unmolested.
	Tez led Wolfy through the crowd, following the Null with “follow me” helpfully spray-painted onto its butt. Wolfy resisted every step forward just enough to make his point known without crossing the line over into punishment territory. Tez tugged the leash.
	“Come on, puppy. Keep up.”
	The floor was a dangerous place to be, and Wolfy was barely two feet from it. His world was a forest of legs and drunken feet, threatening to step on him. He had no paws, so that was a small mercy; he had no body parts flat against the floor where they might be skewered by a stiletto or crushed by a boot. But his flanks were bare, and there was nothing stopping them from getting a clumsy kick or a glancing graze. A lot of drink was flowing in the crowd and nobody was stepping quite as carefully as they should. Wolfy growled through his muzzle whenever anyone got near...until, that is, Tez yanked the leash to shush him.
	“Through here,” said Tez, interpreting the Null's beckoning hoof.
	They pushed through into one of the smaller conference rooms. Tonight, it was serving as a semi-private snug, with heavy curtains hung on all the walls to hide the charts and noticeboards, to turn it into a mockery of comfortable class. Tez rolled her eyes.
	“Ah, our star performer!” shouted Musuko, climbing up onto a chair and pointing with a wine glass. “Come over here! Come on. Look, we've got it ready!” He swept a paw over the group, then hissed and waved his arms. “Shift, move! Clear out of the way you lot.” The gathered throng shuffled their feet or scooted their butts until a small space was made. In the centre, amongst the discarded drinks and other, less tasteful items, stood the restraint frame. Wolfy tensed and shook his head, digging in his stumps and trying to back away towards the door. Tez wound the leash around her wrist and yanked hard. It didn't matter how strong Wolfy was; with those stumps, he didn't have enough grip to make good use of it.
	“Bring him over,” called Musuko. “Come on! Someone shut the door. Larry, fetch me...sorry, Barry, fetch me a another glass. This one's gone all...empty.”
	“Just relax,” hissed Tez. “Come on, Wolfy, it'll all be over soon. It's gonna be just like with the ferals. Try to think of it like that.”
	“Make some room, damn it,” said Musuko. “You, you and you, get him strapped in.”
	Three muscular males stood, each of them looking like walking mountains. Aside from herself, Wolfy, and Musuko, everyone in the room looked like them. So this was a private sub-party for the security team and the boss. Not exactly unusual. They took the leash from Tez and half-led, half-dragged Wolfy over to the restraint frame.
	“It'll be alright,” she called after him, before slumping into an open seat and putting her face in her paws. Wolfy whined and kicked, keeping his limbs out of the grasp of the security staff, right up until one of them gripped his tail and gave it a sharp tug. Wolfy yelped and the party-goers laughed.
	“Silly puppy,” said Musuko, earning a laugh from the crowd. He jumped down from the chair and leaned over to watch as they got Wolfy strapped down and locked into place. He lowered his face right down until it filled Wolfy's view. “You're gonna get fucked, little puppy. Fucked by every single guy in this room. How'd you feel about that?”
	Wolfy looked up at him, eyes timid and defeated. He whined softly in the back of his throat. His tail fought against the strap that held it, trying to lower down between his legs. Musuko laughed and pointed at Tez, then snapped his fingers for her attention. “You've done a better job than I thought! He seems very compliant!”
	“He does?” said Tez. But she wasn't heard.
	“So,” said Musuko, clapping his paws together and looking around the room. “Who's first? Draw straws? Seniority first?”
	A chorus of chatter filled the room. Musuko spun slowly, arms wide, grinning wide, lapping it all up. He thrust an arm out and pointed at a tall bull, whose muscles made the rest of the security team look like twigs. “You, Daniel is it? Sorry, Dan! You're up!”
	Wolfy's eyes danced, jerking this way and that, then fixed on the bull as he moved around behind him. Amidst laughter and light-hearted jeers, the bull made a show of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly.
	“This is gon' be good,” grunted the bull.
	“Fuck his mouth too!” called someone from the back of the crowd.
	“Yeah! Two at once! Save time! Efficiency!”
	Laughter and comments along a similar line ran around the room. Beer and wine spilled into the carpet as men jostled and leaned in for a closer view. The bull whipped his belt free and smacked it sharply across Wolfy's rear. Tez winced, but Wolfy didn't seem to react; not even a flinch. He was staring hard at Musuko.
	“What do you say, guys?” said Musuko. He jerked a thumb down at Wolfy. “Puppy seems pretty tame, don't you think? Shall I take the muzzle off and give him something else to occupy his mouth?” He cupped his own crotch and jostled it lewdly. Tez groaned and shook her head, but everyone else whooped and cheered.
	“That really isn't a good idea, sir,” said Tez, drowned out completely.
	Musuko planted his paw on the top of Wolfy's head, rather too roughly for comfort. He tousled his fur. “Who's a good puppy, hmm?” he sang. Wolfy just stared, eyes big and meek, and made no noise. But Tez could see the twitch of a grin start to appear under the muzzle bars. She stood up, paw up, trying to call for attention.
	“Uh, sir? I don't think that's such a good...”
	But she either couldn't be heard or Musuko wasn't listening. Behind Wolfy, the bull was making a show of lubing himself up; spitting into his paws and smacking them together, then lowering his paws down. Musuko's fingertip hooked behind the latch on the back of Wolfy's muzzle, releasing the whole thing with a series of short clicks. He gripped the main strap and yanked it up and off, pulling the metal bars away from Wolfy's muzzle.
	“Now let's see what-”
	Wolfy snarled, his lips peeled back to bare a mouth full of sharp, powerful teeth. He lunged forward as far as his restraints could manage, only an inch or so; but it was far enough. He roared a sound of pure anger, and it was only afterwards that Tez realised that he had spoken a word, fighting against the nausea of his communication limiter to shout the word “bastard!” He caught Musuko's forearm in his jaws and clamped down hard.
	Everything then was a frenzy of screaming and shouting and blood. Musuko howled like an infant and beat at Wolfy's head with his other paw. Wolfy just sunk his teeth in harder, ignoring threats from the security staff and pleas from Tez. Only the jab of a tranquilliser finally separated teeth from bloodied flesh.
	“Oh Wolfy,” said Tez, staring worriedly at the rage-filled eyes of Musuko. “You've done it now...”

Nanotechnology can fix a wounded arm. It can't, however, heal emotional scars. Musuko seethed, his pride wounded just as badly as his arm had been. He did, however, know a good fix for wounded pride.
	There were two restraint frames now. One held Wolfy, just as it had earlier. Now, of course, his muzzle was back in place. The other frame held Tez, who had long since given up trying to plead through her gag.
	“Gentlemen,” said Musuko to the assembled crowd. “Take a number and take your pick, A or B, male or female, feline or canine. We have a long night ahead of us...”
	Musuko retreated to the comfortable seating, where he could watch and get a good view of their faces as the staff made use of their restrained bodies. He could see Tez's sympathetic glances at Wolfy and could hear her muffled attempts to say soothing things. And he could see that Wolfy wasn't looking back at her; instead, he was staring right at Musuko. What Musuko could not see, however, thanks to the thick bars of the muzzle, was the rapturously triumphant grin that never left Wolfy's face, even as the first in the long queue stepped up behind him, only faltering as the first “customer” started to push inside him.