Drifter
Space is the only thing I'll ever need; which is fortunate, as it'll be here for a while. Every law on every station in every system can blow to stardust and I'll just sift through it for a scenic route to the next interplanetary gravesite. Sure, my wants can get in the way. Every now and then in deep space I get a little hungry. I can want water and food pretty damn bad. Give it enough time and I can want a cheep fuck just as bad, too.
Maybe it's racist, but I can't get enough of that feline pussy. Something about those girls gets me revved up something awful. You should have seen the guards' faces when I skipped atmosphere on mars jerkin' it to a holovid of a pile of kittens getting real wet all over this tied up horse. Vid-Com flipped up when they thought I had fucked up a landing attempt just as I blew my load all over the camera lens. That's a fifty credit fine. The kitten porn is, well, why I no longer spend time on UN planets.
But I digress. Those wants like food and water can drive me pretty crazy. They're wants; see, because they're just biology. There aint no difference between a beer and a burger and getting painted in every hole by a group of open-minded zebra brothers while their one, twelve year old, sister rides you like she was born to do it. Her dad had the honor of her ass, which was fine by me, as I couldn't have taken him anyhow. The two of us got a good drowning when he finally pulled out.
Anyhow, all that shit is in your bones. When my bones are gone I'll still have space. Chances are good that I'll die out there and my spirit can watch everyone fade out of the picture till it's just me and space.
I can't fucking wait to ditch all these wants. I got picked up by some feds by the border space and they got me locked in an isolated transport tube. I don't know what prison they're taking me to, but it's taking too god damn long. Drugs keep me still and feed me, but I feel like I've got enough cottonmouth to snap my tongue clean off if I could move it. There's that, and every sick night of ass, pussy, and cock keeps running though my head. I can't feel my dick, on account of the drugs, but my brain says it's gotta be leaking down to a puddle of pre.
This one time, I was sitting at a corner booth in the dark half of a darker bar, and this little cat girl in a frilly dress with a huge bow behind one ear walks up barefoot. She couldn't have been more than eight. A waiter leans in from out of nowhere and whispers that it was a gift from the house and that they heard about my brush with Mars. I'd done some wheeling and dealing for the owner in the past, but I never expected something this extravagant.
Well, I figured, fuck, that's what a tablecloth is for. I unzipped and started stroking real slow, watching the other patrons out of the corners of my eyes. This little kitten climbs up next to me, and with the most professional deadpan expression you ever saw, she wraps her little paw around my knot and curls my toes. Needless to say I lost some consideration for discretion; and wrapped my arm around her, tracing the fingers I just had on my shaft across her lips. She had the most pitiful, feral way of lapping at flesh.
I pulled her up close and let my paw fall in her lap. My free hand was leaving claw-holes in the booth's cushions. It wasn't that she was good at it, but that you could tell she wanted it. She adored it and she craved it. All of that came through that woefully undersized paw as it spread pre up and down my length.
I was glad to have such an eager little thing, so I pressed my middle finger between her legs to show my appreciation. That's when I got the big surprise. I'm not sure what the guy who sent the kitten to me knew or what they thought would happen, but someone had sent me a little kitten boy in drag. I'm sure I looked pretty funny trying to think through and adapt the fantasies I'd worked up for the kit right there on the fly. He looked up at me when I realized it and it looked like he might cry, so I pulled his dress up by gathering it slowly with my fingers, hooked the waistband of his panties, and freed his tiny feline cock.
He was purring loud enough to hear down the street as I worked his shaft with my thumb and two fingers. His head fell against my chest and he stroked my cock in earnest with both paws. I rolled my head back and closed my eyes. The little cock-hungry kid pulled my dick out from under the tablecloth and started sucking it hard.
My eyes shot open, suddenly remembering that there were people in the bar, only to find that nobody was shocked, appalled, or calling the authorities. A few were staring, but their hands were also, usually, tucked away in their laps. I would have wondered what kind of a place it was if it wasn't for the little distraction in my lap.
I was ready to pop as his little mouth stretched wide, making an unafraid mess of spit and pre, with lewd slurping sounds for accompaniment; but I remembered being his age and hungry for dick. I knew he could get a drink like this any time. What he really wanted was something more.
I leaned over him and picked him up with both paws under his skirt, gripping his ass. I nibbled on his bowed ear and whispered, "Have you ever had a fox inside you?"
"No sir, nobody but my puppy. He's real big, but he's just my doggy. He can't even say thank you."
I laughed, felt incredibly dirty, and pulled him onto my lap. I caught the eye of a pretty rabbit woman, probably in her early twenties, staring at the boy and fingering herself noisily. The men around her were getting antsy from the scent. I moved with the boy on my lap to the edge of the booth and faced her in full, unobstructed view. I lifted the child to the height of my length and whispered to him again.
"If you want it, take it."
He paused, unsure of what to do for a moment, and then stuffed his paws under his dress, using one to move his panties aside and the other to stuff my tip into his burning hot tailhole. He shivered and giggled as I popped right in.
His hole was impossibly warm, and, oddly, was leaking goo down my cock. I told him to hold the hem of his dress up to show the bunny woman. As I nodded to her in invitation the kitten surprised me yet again.
"My doggy filled me ten times before I came here. I like to feel his milk inside me and everyone likes to watch."
The rabbit withdrew her hand from her pants and tentatively walked towards me and the boy as I sank him down to the hilt. The rabbit stood there staring at us as the kitten mewled and purred, riding slowly. She fingered the button to her jeans for what seemed like forever before popping it open and stepping out of the pants. I wondered, as the kitten involuntarily wrapped his tail around me, what I'd done to deserve this heaven. A gorgeous, pure white young bunny was transfixed in front of me in soaked to a shine black panties and a black shirt, and a little orange tabby boy was dying of bliss on my cock, holding up his powder blue dress to show off.
Before I could fully take in the scene, though, the rabbit dropped to her knees and sucked in the boy's prick, sending him into a bucking and clenching frenzy. She grabbed onto my balls as I bounced the boy, his orgasm sending me over as well.
I dug both paws into his hips and fucked him hard, my cum mixing with his pet's. The bunny pulled her head back and showed us the kitten's first cum, a tiny white smear across the center of her tongue, before pushing the boy up and off my cock, only to let him back down and lose herself sucking ten loads of feral dog cum and one civilized fox cream out of his ass and off my member. Ten minutes into a rimming he fell asleep - or passed out - from all the excitement.
When the rabbit got her fill we curled the kitten up in the booth and she bent over the table. She wanted it bad. The fabric of her panties was so soaked it shone, slicked over. I teased her for a bit, sliding my cock between her legs or into the bottom of her tail, laughing at her desperate pleas and guttural moaning. But after only a little while she reached back and pushed her panties down just enough to suffice and returned her paws to bracing against the table.
"Fuck me now!" was all she could get moan out.
I figured she was an old pro like the kitten, so I drove it home all at once, knot and all. I froze, rabbit impaled on my cock, when I realized I had just ripped straight through her hymen, and the bunny under me was shivering in pain. I'll be damned if she wasn't ten times tighter than the kitten was, too. I might have waited so she could adjust, but she pushed back against me, grinding against the tie, and moaned "harder!"
I had to push on her ass with both paws and watch her flesh bulge and stretch for a good while to break the tie. She was sobbing in pain, but moaning for more, so I drove it in again, accidentally waking up the kitten. I directed him with some primal, mid-sex sign language to mount her face, and with him standing on the bench and me with my ass to an audience, we fucked her as hard and fast as we could. We came, turned her around, and did it again. We took turns fucking her even tighter ass. When we couldn't get it up anymore we grabbed every guy by the dick, one by one, and threw them on the cum drenched ex-virgin bunny.
Half an hour to dawn and she thought she was done. A mining crew of horses and bulls that had run a night shift came in. Me and the kitten wanted them all to ourselves, but they had more than enough to fill our mouths and asses before moving on to reinvent the word stuffed for the girl.
I was cuddling the kit and watching the action with him as the last one came. She twitched and held her stomach as cum pushed the stallion's length clean out of her cunt. Just as the flair broke free a perfect jet of the thick stuff spurted across the kitten's face and mine. In his eagerness, the young horse jumped in her ass.
I took a ton of photos and video back to my ship that night, and half envied the bunny; but I was glad I could walk and sit down the next day. The kitten came with me. We had all kinds of fun together, but eventually he missed his dog and his parents, who he hadn't seen for a year the day I met him. So one day he told me where to dock and I sent him off with a vibrating replica of my cock to remember me by - only slightly scaled up, for reputation's sake. I spent a good couple of years looking for a night like that one in the bar again before I realized that I'd have to slow down to stay alive.
I wouldn't normally recount all this shit. Something about this chamber and these drugs has me running through my past in slow motion. It's driving me fucking nuts. As soon as I bust out of wherever they stick me I'm selling whatever ship I've got to steal to get a week of hookers and good food.
Funny thing about that decision to calm down, though, was that the first place I landed threw me right back into the bedroom. I got as much fuel as I could and went as far from civilized space as I could manage. Low and behold, as far out as anyone could travel, there was an old mining planet populated by rodents. Every one of them was white under the dust, with odd blotches of color from a calico pallet. The planet itself was ripped from some Earth-Arabic storybook.
I went to a mosque, looking for some answer as to why pussy and dick was clawing at my brain. I took someone's prayer blanket that was lying around and walked over to an ornate gold and coral alter. I've never been religious, but the building was empty and I'd seen enough nuts to figure out how they do things. I sat on my knees and pressed my hands to the floor far out in front of me. I searched for some voice or signal interested in receiving my thoughts.
When I opened my eyes I sat up with a start. In drab, flowing robes there was a man on my left and a woman on my right. The planet had mixed the species' so much that they all looked unique and related on some level; though different from anything I'd seen before in subtle ways. There was quite a bit of variance as to which species they most resembled, but everyone still looked like family. These two were like rabbits, but with shorter, thicker, and stockier ears that hung heavily over their faces as they prayed. Their muzzles were wide, too. They were small in frame and stature, and though their facial features were sturdier than a rabbits, they did not look bloated or heavy.
When they realized I was no longer praying they rose slowly. Their faces, which were somber, brightened up. I asked if I was praying right, to which they shrugged. The man spoke first.
"This is not how we pray. We thought we would join your custom."
The woman just nodded when I turned to her for clarification.
"Show me how you pray, then."
Their heavy ears drew up and slightly back, as a pure rabbit's might, but much slower. The man held my face on either side with large, soft, and heavily furred paws that had a shape eerily feral and non-humanoid. He kissed me full on the lips, startling me, and slid his tongue into my mouth. He didn't let it roam, as one might in a passionate kiss, but rather held it there as if it was a rehearsed custom. He broke the kiss and leaned back. As he slipped the robe from his shoulders the woman drew me in to the same kiss. This time I put my paws on her face in imitation.
The two were undressed almost immediately, as the robe was all they wore. By the time I had removed my flight jacket, undershirt, and pants they were kneeling in front of me, trading phrases in some language I never learned, singing what I later learned were passages from their holy book. Neither of them gave off a scent of arousal, but I was hard and dripping when I pushed my clothes aside. The three of us blushed hard when they noticed my misunderstanding as to what was going to happen. A tiny spot of pink rose from the man's sheath.
Their singing trailed off and they scooted closer, holding each other by the smalls of their backs. It was then that I noticed their fur. One was the mirror image of the other. The man, on my left, had a patch of black over his right eye and ear. The woman had the same patch on her left. They both had the same, though mirrored, patch of caramel covering their chest on the half opposite the black patch that traveled down to their crotch in an irregular and thin departure from rounded blotches. Each of them had white hands and black socks on powerful and almost completely feral hind paws.
"Are you two... related?"
"Twins... but kind of opposite," said the woman.
They paused, still blushing, looking to my face and then to my cock.
"We don't... I mean... We pray together but we can't... It's wrong, I mean."
I looked at the man. Though his sister was verbally objecting, he was erect and twitching. His length was quite short, but also very thick. It was obvious that its size would double if his sheath could be pushed down. Four inches of stretched sheath growing wider from the base led to three inches that tapered down exposed, with an inch of tip that angled to a point, like a canine's. The sheath, jealously holding on to that extra length, was connected - or rather a part of - his stomach all the way from balls to opening, as if evolution was trying to take the cock away for itself.
The woman, though captivating, had a more familiar form. Her hips were wide and her breasts were large, though not so much as to sag. Her nipples were completely obscured by fur and her labia were either terribly small or covered in a fine pelt. That is to say, between her legs there was only white fur, growing shorter and softer till it formed a barely visible seam.
The two of them grew increasingly nervous. The man was as horny as I was, though everything but his cock hid it very well, and the woman was starting to fidget as her slit grew damp and the top of it twitches, revealing only in winks a glistening hint of what must have been her clit. They were definitely rabbits at some point, but it was also clear that they had some feral and alien lineage.
When it seemed like their tension was becoming too much, I was compelled to speak, half from the heart and half to get lucky.
"You love each other, right? Don't worry about it so much. Let's just enjoy each other and share that love."
I didn't really know I could be that sappy, but the people on that planet had an infectious air of intimacy. The man leaned forward and kissed me again, relieved as if I gave the two of them an authoritative permission to be incestuous. It was the same motion, but this time he kissed with a passionate urgency. When he leaned away from my lips there was a strand of saliva joining us that broke and dripped onto his chin. He fell prostrate and took my length into his throat, burying his nose against my stomach.
His sister slid a forepaw between her legs and rubbed slowly, shuddering as she matched his kiss and posture, licking her brother's mouth so that he knew they could share the cock. I was quickly overwhelmed and, still sitting on my knees, fell backwards, supporting myself with my hands behind me and letting my head hang, moaning.
The sound of the sister's primitive paw working over her delicate, and now soaked, sex soon filled the mosque. It was only interrupted by the slurping and sucking sounds made whenever my dick was traded from one to the other. It had been a long, lonely journey to their planet, and as my knot filled and they marveled over the first one they'd seen, the situation overtook me and I tumbled onto my back. I scrambled back up tot find them both blushing deep crimson, their faces covered in a thick lattice of my cum. I hadn't even realized I came, and was as wound up as before.
There was an awkward silence and a few giggles from each of us before the sister, still rubbing herself, sheepishly asked "Is that all?"
I stared at them both, feeling a warmth and innocence I'd never felt, and bit my lip in thought. Then, without warning, I tackled the two of them with outstretched arms. We fell into a pile of kissing and hugging as I licked myself from their faces. When both were clean I paused.
"You should make love, the two of you. I've never seen people do that."
They looked at me, a little frightened and terribly confused. The man spoke first.
"But, we already are... With you."
In the back of my mind I was overcome and running through all kinds of confusing thoughts, but on the surface it simply drove me wild. I positioned the brother on his back, laying down, and guided the sister over him gently, having her face him as she sat down. I soon found, though, that the structure of his sheath made it impossible to direct him upward. I pressed my paw on her back to encourage her to lean forward but she resisted, working through the last of her doubts as to whether what she was doing was okay and whether her brother really saw her as a lover.
Soon, though, the two realized that fate had brought me there to help them both realize what they always wanted. At least, I like to think of it that way. The sister leaned down and the two locked in an embrace. As they kissed she scooted forward just enough that I could pull his tip to her opening. She was straddling him on her knees and holding him tight in a hug and their unique anatomy seemed perfectly aligned.
I admired the shape of his cock briefly. Its slanted tip had its furthest point on the side away from his body. It was this that I pressed to his sister's slit. Instinctively, he forced it inside her. He head flew back in a low moan and the two started bucking against each other. It was then that I noticed that his sheath met her opening perfectly and never left it. Despite the two of them fucking through lifetimes of repressed mutual attraction, he never removed the length of his cock that was normally exposed. I held his sheath tightly in a fist and felt his thick, powerful cock sliding with his thrusts inside of it. At this, he growled loudly and came, but continued to pound his sister's cunt without interruption.
I stood over his sister's ass and rubbed my length, lathering the spit both had left on it, and crouched down as best I could over the scene. I figured that no matter how remote a civilization, they must understand anal sex. I pushed my tip under the sisters fluttering tail, again rabbit but thick and stocky, and felt her movements on her brother cause the first inch of my cock to be milked by her tailhole. To my surprise, it was as easy to enter as a willing slit. She shook hard with climax and started raking the floor with her claws as I sank in all the way and pulled out, moving much slower than the wild and constant humping of her brother.
I felt him moving inside her and wanted to feel more, so I matched his pace for a bit before forcing my knot inside the sister, falling over the two of them and filling her ass with my seed. I heard the two of them panting and moaning with me and felt the brother's movement slow to a stop. We lay there for what seemed like forever, emptying every bit of our seed as she cooed and wriggled for more.
My tie kept her from being able to dismount her brother smoothly, so we fell off of him, splattering everything with his cum as his sheath slapped his cock back against his stomach. He kissed and fawned over both of us, cleaning his sister's slit with his tongue, paying special attention to that winking clit, of course, and even lapping up the cum leaking out around our tie. His sister and I passed time before we could separate by trading off his cock, sucking him and discussing the intricacies of his anatomy and how to exploit it.
When we were finally mobile, they found a robe for me and the three of us went to their home, where they had lived alone since their parents had died. They were young, but in a good many ways seemed older in mind. The planet wasn't focused on technology, but instead focused its efforts on agriculture, art, philosophy, geometry, and breeding. In this way, to a technologically dependant visitor, everybody seemed a bit older.
In the weeks that followed my arrival they explained how a deep space mining project involving gateway technologies still in development failed. They had no record of how long ago it happened, but they knew that that's when their people became stranded. The settlers were thrown into a panic, and only a few species could survive the weather and diseases that accompanied the new home planet. When they believed they were going through the last summer of their lives the gateway inexplicably turned on one last time, bringing a humanitarian relief group from some still undiscovered planet.
The aliens brought the information necessary to forge a sustainable planet, and planned to leave after twenty years. The gateway, however, was beyond repair. Through isolated scandalous encounters it was known that the aliens were genetically compatible with the settlers. So, after all hope was given up on returning home, the visitors dropped all regulations on cross-species mating.
I lived with the siblings for a long time. It was slow going trying to prep my ship for any return trip with their complete lack of a space program. Soon I thought of the planet as home and my ship as a hobby. The three of us grew very close. Eventually, after countless secret meetings with church leaders, we found a mosque that would marry the three of us.
I finished work on my ship and asked them to wait for me to make one last voyage. In a flash, in the border space, my life flipped like a switch back to the old life I thought I forgot. A patrol line wanted to spot me after a genetic scan showed who I was. There was a disagreement and they shot me down over a barren moon. When I came to I was in this transport. It seems like I've been here forever. I hope the siblings wait for me.
*** End Transmission ***
The preceding was received by deep-scan group 743690Alpha on the experimental Etherband semi-passive array. Its origins have been classified as unknown. Its correlation with the death of suspected child slavery and pornography trafficker known by federation criminal code Fox-00628C has been disproved by post-mortem time of death estimations.
Further investigation will be queued as bottom priority. Etherband communications research has been declared infeasible and illegal by The Grand Counsel for Advanced Research and Ethical Impact (G-CAREI). The mining colony in question does not exist and there will be no allocation for its discovery.
All information contained in this report is considered top-level classified. This report and the attached transmission are scheduled for immediate expiration.
Please have a report and transmission suitable for declassification on my desk by morning.
Security Counsellor Markus