Pomel had spent nearly the entirety of his career with Osirex, beginning humbly as just another security guard in one of the corporation’s main labs in the Gilded Worlds. For the pessimism a lot of lesser employed people had about the way the world was, Pomel had always felt he was treated right by his employers. He had chased down would-be saboteurs, unraveled a plot to steal some of Osirex’s most guarded research, and seemed to have an eye for sussing out weak spots in the company’s defensive perimeter. It had earned him a promotion to site manager at one of Osirex’s smaller satellite labs, then to a larger planetside research facility at the edge of the Gilded Worlds, then finally managing security at Osirex’s headquarters. It hadn’t been enough for the polar bear, who soon found himself nominated for a senior position analyzing security for Osirex’s myriad facilities. From there, the only thing that remained was entry into the coveted C-Suite, the top of the world in the throne of Osirex’s Chief of Security.

He’d already been networking with some of the higher-ups for that. It was almost certainly in his future, though his success at his next project would truly determine if he’d continue climbing the ladder.

Osirex Research Station 14, unofficially known as Cerebrum, had the benefit of being well outside the Gilded Worlds and their stifling laws and ethics. It was where the most questionable experiments were run, and lately there had been rumors that Cerebrum was becoming a little too self-directed for comfort. Pomel was being transferred there with orders to make sure the station hadn’t been compromised and to refamiliarize the station’s administration with the chain of command. He’d write up a report on the station’s condition and send it back to corporate with his recommendation for the future of ORS14.

He had a private room aboard the station, befitting his senior role, with all the accoutrements that implied. He had just stepped off the shuttle less than an hour prior, and after a brief bit of onboarding, was shown to his room. Pomel had been told he could take all the time he needed to get oriented, but the bear wasn’t the type to sit idle. He checked the fit of his uniform and his safety visor, gave a smile to the portrait of his wife and daughter tucked into the mirror, and pushed open the door.

There were a couple guards standing around, clad in light, armored vests with more casual wear beneath. Upon seeing him leave his room, they snapped loosely to attention, throwing their hands to their brows in an untrained, borderline unprofessional manner. “Boss,” one of them said, a small grin on his face.

“I’m ready to start. I don’t see any signage, which way is your administrative wing? I’d like to start by speaking with-”

“Aw, sorry about that boss, but something just came up. A prisoner broke out of her cage, and we were told you’re real good at catching bad guys.”

The bear narrowed his eyes. “A… prisoner?” There were no alarms going, however.

“Yeah. We had a, uh, an attempted break-in the other week. We’re holding her until we can, uh, find the nearest authority.”

“...to turn her in!” the other guard clarified the thought.

Osirex might not do everything strictly on the level, but holding prisoners aboard the station seemed especially questionable. “Fine. I’ll find them, but I’ll be having a talk with your supervisors about this,” the bear warned. “I’ll need a weapon.”

That smirk widened on the guard’s face. “Think you got your nightstick, huh? Smack her around with that a few times.”

Before Pomel could clarify what exactly that meant, blue light flickered at the corner of his vision. A word he couldn’t quite read flashed across his screen. It was a little disorienting, and he made a note to get that checked out.

“Oh, and boss, suit’s a little off center,” the other guard said, pointing down at Pomel’s thighs. Sure enough, the gaps in his uniform were at an angle, making the hole on his left thigh bigger than the one on his right.He moved to fix it, pulling at the white, rubbery material until he was satisfied. His “nightstick” wobbled from the movement. “Lookin’ better already, boss, she’s down that way. Good hunting~”

The guards threw another sloppy salute to him, and Pomel made sure to return it. His was much better, legs clicking together, back straight, and his hand stiff just beside his brow. Maybe they’d learn something from him. The visor flashed again, and the two guards barely managed to stifle their amusement. He was pretty sure the word was something like… serve, but it was hard to tell for sure. With that, he had a job to do. He marched off in the direction they had indicated, eyes peeled and body tensed to react to any intruder that came around the corner or burst out of one of the cells.

The halls were mostly empty. Just rows of cells and locked doors, many of which were unoccupied. The few that were in use each contained a single individual, consistently covered neck to toe in rubber with a gap around the crotch and a visor over their eyes. Colors swirled across the glass, which seemed to be keeping the prisoners in check. The layout of each cell was remarkably similar to his own quarters. He found himself wondering why that might be, but the alluring lights at the edges of his peripherals led him away from his thoughts and back towards his mission. He had a job to do, and it’d be bad for everyone if a prisoner was allowed to run loose on the station.

The sound of glass striking metal fixed his attention. “Who’s there?” he called, balling his fists and marching towards the noise. He planted his back against the wall and peeked his head around the corner.

Sure enough, the prisoner was at the next intersection over. A shark girl with black hair and fiery highlights knelt in front of one of the corridor’s metal ribs, carefully lining herself up with the metal jutting out before throwing her head against it. It was a precise motion, trying to weaken the glass on her visor without harming herself. It would’ve been much easier if her latex-coated arms weren’t bound behind her back. “Fucking… break!” she hissed, hitting the visor one more time with an audible crack. “Oh shit…” she sounded excited, like she was finally making progress.

“That’s Osirex property! It’s time to go back to your cell!” Pomel snarled, stomping towards her.

“Fuck off!” the shark yelled back, staggering up to her feet and taking a few steps back. “You’re as stuck here as I am. They sure as shit aren’t letting you go, no matter how many times you catch m-”

She didn’t get to finish. Pomel grabbed her and scooped her up in his arms, lifting her up off the ground. His visor flashed, and he took note of the loose… wire that extruded from the prisoner’s headset. Keeping her wriggling form pinned against him with one arm, he reached up and reconnected the plug. Pink lights flashed across her visor, mostly unaffected by the single small crack on one side.

“N-no… damnit…” she hissed. “...Why!?”

It was some kind of instinct that ordered Pomel to position the prisoner above his cock, suddenly stiff and standing at attention from the little struggle. He barely noticed the blue lights dancing like an aurora across his vision now. He needed to subdue the prisoner the only way he knew how.

The confusion at how this was “the only way he knew how” to incapacitate someone was gone before it could even take root, certainly by the time he began to push into her. He couldn’t stop a low, rumbling groan as his nerves lit up with pleasure.

“I was… almost… out…” she murmured, her voice already sounding more distant and dreamy. “Could’ve… escaped… nngh… to…together…” a little moan interrupted her plea, and the vacant look in her eyes confirmed that she wasn’t going to be a problem any longer.

So why was he still thrusting into her? Pomel had her held in his arms, bouncing on his cock. There really wasn’t much resistance to get inside her, and she was taking him like this wasn’t their first time together. The shark continued to whimper and moan, mouth open and her eyes utterly devoid of any spark.

Pomel would stay with her as long as it took to subdue her. It was either several minutes or hours when his own excitement built to a head. He was in good condition, but his stamina was by no means bottomless, especially given his age. The bear pushed himself deep inside her just in time for those heavy balls to be emptied in her guts. He grunted loudly, arms tightening around her as his cock throbbed and kicked inside her, each twitch marked with a spurt of hot seed. Her own warmth painted his latex-clad belly, though there was enough mess already there to remind him that she had climaxed multiple times leading up to this.

His posture sagged as his orgasm came to an end. Thick, slimy cum oozed from her tender butt, dripping onto the floor below. She was mewling and whimpering in his arms, slumped against his chest with her head resting on his shoulder. He could feel her quivering from the red-hot pleasure tingling through her body, and for a moment this intimacy almost felt familiar.

The job was done. He needed to return her to her cell show off his catch to the guards. They had seemed dismissive before, it was only fair he went back to show them how things should be done. He trotted back the way he came, still half-erect and buried in the shark. The little, semi-coherent sounds she made with each step bouncing her only helped keep him hard enough to stay inside.

The guards were still there, standing nearby his room. They didn’t even bother trying to hide the fact that they were enjoying all this. “You got her, boss. Looks like a real catch,” one of them grinned.

“It wasn’t much of a fight,” Pomel noted. “Either of you could’ve subdued her.”

“Oh we have~” the other guard laughed. “But we got told we needed more videos of you breaking down Miss Pirate Queen there.” That earned the man a stern look from his partner, but the nuance went over Pomel’s head.

“I see. I’ll return her to her cell, then I need to talk to your supervisor. I can’t waste any more time here.”

The guards snickered. “You got it boss. We’ll lead ya right there when you get back!” He threw another salute, laughing all the while. The bear shook his head. He’d have those two run through a few rounds of training when all was said and done.

The shark was deposited back in her cell with no fanfare and no cleanup, dripping cum onto her bed once he was no longer there to keep her plugged. He shut and locked the door, then returned to the guards. One of them had his hand on the entrance to Pomel’s room, the other stood in the middle of the hallway.

“Alright, boss, meetin’ room’s in here,” he said, letting his partner pull open the door to Pomel’s cell the executive conference room. The swirling patterns on his visor were so intense that he could hardly see through them, having to slowly and timidly step through the door to make sure he didn’t bump into anything.

The door shut behind him, followed by the click of the lock.

“Alright, boss. president’s gonna be in any sec to have a chat with ya! Sleep tight!”

President? Osirex’s president was back-

Reset.

-was on his way over. Pomel sat on the bed and laid down without bothering to clean himself or remove any of his uniform. He glanced distantly at the photograph still tucked against the mirror. This whole ordeal would make for an interesting story someday, once he was back home. His eyelids were heavy, and he welcomed the break from the overstimulating displays on the visor. Yet even with his eyes closed, he could still see the patterns and the words against his eyelids.

Sleep.