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Leonor Abalain raised his hand to block the scorching rays of the sun. His tank rumbled below him as it slowly settled down into a low idle. The one-man brawler's dull metal glinted under the desert sun, the heavy plating scoured by years of sandblasting in the winds of Vounus's sandy dunes. His insignia, a snake winding around an apple, was starting to wear again. The bi-monthly repainting was coming up and with the caravan rolling into town behind him, he would have plenty of scratch to cover all his expenses and then plenty to drink.

He blinked a few more times as his eyes slowly adjusted to the sun. Even his dark-tinted goggles weren't enough to save him entirely from the contrast between the dark bowels of the tank and the blazing sunlight and bright sands. Squat buildings were visible behind the short walls that defended the town, and he could see the heavy turrets mounted in their pillboxes watching over the desert. They still had a few more minutes to go before they made it to Moonpoint R04K, one of the larger Moonpoint-owned towns.

Of course, R04K was one of the easier-to-pronounce designations of the many company towns. 'Moonrock' had tried to catch on, but considering the popularity of the pornstar that called herself 'Moonrack', there wasn't really another option in the caravan town, especially considering how pent-up mercenaries and caravaners tended to be.

Leonor leaned forward on the cooler side of the open tank hatch as he watched the lead tank negotiate with the guards at the gates. The wolf was gesturing wildly, waving a holotablet at the guard. The disinterested guard was gesturing back with his rifle, much to the exasperation of the wolf. "You'd think the Moonrack guys would know us by now." Leonor sighed into his radio.

"Yeah, apparently the guard's a new guy, off-world. He even got uppity when Renult called it Moonrack." The reply crackled through the channel.

"Really? He's making him call it Moonrock?" Leonor replied.

"Worse. Full designation. Moon-ar-zero-four-kay."

"Corps save us all. We'll be out here a minute, then." Leonor said, tossing his mane in the heated breeze spraying sand off the peaks of Vonus's endless dunes.

"Then why are you unbuttoned, Bruiser one?" A pointedly female voice crackled over the radio.

"What's the matter, lead? I thought you liked getting peeks while I'm unbuttoned. Something about the Adonis body or the fat package, if I remember right. Anyway, it's not storming and the lady under me gets stuffy as hell."

"Corps, every mission I hope the sand'll wear off some of your cockier edges, Leonor."

"The dunes have a way of subverting expectations, Jess. For example, as dry as the dunes are, they only seem to make you wetter when we roll into town." Leonor shot back.

"Oh, fuck off. I'm gonna make you eat those words, Bruiser one."

"Somebody's gonna swallow something, that's for sure."

"Corps, at least some mercs keep their pants on, Bruiser."

Leonor chuckled to himself, glancing down at his discarded pants in a heap on the floor of the tank, right next to his shirt. In this heat and in the confines of most barely-cooled merc tanks, he would bet that every single mercenary was running free. The moisture glistening on his abs and his thick hoss package in the searing sun beating down on the sands was only barely cooled by the small fan whirring impotently inside the small tank. "Not all of us can afford crawler A/C. There's barely room for a fan in a merc tank, lead. Hey, escort, give a rally if you still have your pants on right now, over."

Leonor took a few seconds to look over the merc tanks surrounding the large cargo crawler. The pointed radio silence spoke for him but after a few long moments another merc spoke up. "You kidding, lead? Even Renault's got nothing on but goggles and a shroud."

"Sats above, save me from these mercenaries. Anyway, you spoke too soon about a storm. Satcom is reporting that there's-" Jess started, before the sudden wail or raid sirens erupted from the town walls.

Leonor couldn't hear himself swear until after the slam of his closing hatch echoed through his tank, drowning out the shrill cry with inches of steel armor. "-Commandeering us to defend the town. Runners, closing in from the north, uh, 327, over." Jess continued.

"We getting paid for ammo, lead? Over."

"Negative, Cannon one. Don't be shy, I'll field the bill with a little more on the contract, over."

"I'm still gonna let the wall sweat a little before I start up. Corp wants to say, 'fuck you', well, we might as well return the sentiment, over."

"Affirmative, Cannon two. We don't want corps thinking we're charity workers. We'll sidle against the wall, hit them after they make it to that third big dune. I'm going to handle the squawking from the command radio. Move, spear. Over."

"You got it, lead. Bruiser one will run point on the tip of the spear, over." Leonor volunteered, working the levers beside his chair to make his tank lurch forward.

His tank rocked back as it got going, before slamming down in the sand to speed forward into position, spraying sand behind him. "I didn't think you were pointed, hoss." One of the mercs joked.

Jess cut in over the channel to sigh heavily, the noise of the command channel prattling on in the background.

As soon as the initial dust clouds settled and began to trail behind the horse's tank, he focused his attention on the various displays that showed the outside world. The engine roared behind Leonor as his eyes carefully searched over the dunes, out towards the desert.

There. The first few specks of black silhouettes peeked over the far dunes, cresting swell after swell at a worrying pace. The escort patrol didn't have far to go, even as fast as the horde of runners were closing. The escort raced to the large wall while small forms bustled on top of the fortification as MoonR04k mounted their defenses.

Leonor made it to his mark, his tank wheeling to the side to face the incoming creatures. Dull thuds sounded behind him, accompanied by the whistle of shells as the tremendous wall artillery fired into the desert. Gouts of sand flew up in the midst of the runners, tossing several into the air. The shells left smoldering crates full of huge chunks of crude glass, quickly consumed by the desert, but the runners clawed their way over the rims and through the smoke. Lines of smaller caliber fire, lit by searing tracers, rang out from behind the escort, zipping into the flood of sprinting creatures.

"They're in range now, Bruiser one. We engaging or..."

"You can if you want, uh, Cannon three. I'm happy to let Moonpoint burn off some more of their ammo if they aren't paying for my shells, over." Leonor replied.

"They look faster than usual though, over?"

"Take your shot then, over."

A smaller thump from Leonor's left sent a whirring shell over the dunes into the spread ranks of the speeding creatures. A crater appeared with a gout of sand. Avalanches of sand slid into the crater, burying several runners that clawed their way out of the sand, unearthing themselves after a short struggle.

"Well, that did fuck all. Belt up canisters, over." Leonor ordered.

The horse stretched to the side, still casting wary glances at the advancing tide of creatures. He worked the base of his cannon, unlatching the breach to drop a forearm-sized from the bore. He carefully set it aside on a rack under the cannon before sliding a thick sheet of steel down over the filled socket.

Unloaded, he pulled the first from another belt of similarly sized but blunted shells from another closed opening in the top of the tank, underneath the recently unhooked belt of the explosive rounds. A quick heft latched the canister shells into place and another level pull slammed the first into the cannon.

"Moonrack's starting up with the MG's, over." Another mercenary stated over the channel.

"Yeah. We'd better start engaging. The must have the new guy on arty, too, I'm used to those fatass shells being a hell of a lot more effective, over." Leonor said, rocking back into his seat.

"Firing, over." The statement crackled over the channel.

The rest of the escort began to fire. The staccato rhythm of the shells was a far cry from the coordinated thunder of fire from the wall artillery. Flechettes rained down into the oncoming creatures, joining the rain of lead shot from the buzzing machine guns on the walls. Leonor grit his teeth as the button on his stick clicked.

The thick steel of the cannon dulled most of the noise but the powerful thump of the shot discharging slammed into his chest. The radio chatter lost a half-second of noise as the shockwave was dampened by his headset, the sentence fading back as the noise dispersed inside the tank. The whole rear of the cannon assembly rode back behind him as it absorbed the recoil of the round. The acrid scent of burnt powder and a noticeable hit of heat filtered through the tank as an echoing 'ting' sounded when the spent shell dropped into a bin behind Leonor's command chair. Wisps of smoke swirled in the air, disturbed as the howitzer slid forward, chambering the next shell.

Leonor's finger paused on the trigger as he watched the effect the rounds had on the rushing creatures. They were close enough to make out now--sophont figures, twisted by the wastes, rushed over the scalding sands with hands and feet widened and twisted into unnatural clubs and wicked claws. Patchy fur and shredded skin were streaked with leaking black ichor and short tentacles squirmed from random breaks in the corrupted creature's forms. Leonor couldn't make it out from this far away but he was well acquainted with their dulled, milky eyes rolling above their snarling muzzles. The dunes around them suddenly kicked up with dust as the escort's shrapnel tore into their ranks. Their inhuman screeches rang in Leonor's ears; echoes from fights long past served instead, as the voices of the dying runners couldn't be heard over the roar of Leonor's engine.

The rain of shrapnel cut down a significant number of the rushing tide. The small puffs of the wall's heavy machine guns also helped cull the attackers. The rushing forms stumbled, falling to lay still as they were covered by the desert. "They haven't broken yet. Tenacious ones, these, over." The radio crackled.

"So are we. Fire again, over." Leonor ordered.

Another thud against his chest and the sudden cutoff of all noise accompanied the next shot. This volley cut deeper into the horde's numbers, further decimating the runner's numbers. Several of the sprinting forms turned away, heading back off randomly into the scarred dunes, deeper into the desert. Several more dove forward, their uninjured forms disappearing in gouts of flying sand as they tunneled down under the desert's skin.

The rest of the runners were getting closer, reaching just a few dunes away from the circled tanks. However, the wall gunners forced them to pay with splatters of ichor over the sands. For each runner that fell to be consumed by the sands, two more turned back to the desert, and another took their place. "Guns. I don't want to risk it, over." Jess's voice came through to the mercenaries.

"You heard her. Don't be shy, lead's comping all your fifty, over." Leonor reinforced the order.

The powerful thumps of the howitzers were dampened by the rattle of machinegun fire. Leonor glanced up to watch the long belt of sharp bullets travel towards the secondary gun in the turret, turning into a glittering, smoking brass arc that rained down the side of his tank. His eyes tracked the lines of burning tracers shooting into the tide, joining those from the tanks beside him and the wall above. Another pair of streams from the taller crawler behind them joined the other lines.

The added fire cut into the runners, slashing into them between the damaging blasts of heavier shells. More and more of the runners fell into the sands, whether to lay still or bury their way under the sand to retreat until there were only a courageous few still rushing the line.

The last few bursts cut into them and dropped all but a handful. Most of them turned as their last comrades were cut down but were quickly cut down during their retreat. Just as Leonor relaxed and readied himself to call out their victory, his pondering was interrupted by a thud and a screech from the outside. "Bruiser one, looks like you missed a spot. Want me to scrape him off, over?"

"Don't you dare scratch my paint, over." Leonor instantly shot back.

"Eh, I'd suck you off and you'd forgive me."

"You'd suck me off anyway, Rouge two. I've got a handle on this, over." Leonor smirked.

"We all know how much of a handle you have, Bruiser one."

"Corps, save me from these horny mercs," Jess said.

Leonor chuckled and shook his head as he pulled off his headset. He reached down beside his seat to draw out a submachine gun, paying careful attention to the muffled clanging tracing over his tank. He checked his magazine and a quick tug on the bolt let him peek at a trio of brass cartridges. He let the bolt slide forward, tapping it to be sure that it was fully settled into battery. His eyes took a moment to look over the scratched Antler Arms logo on the worn, blocky gun as he waited for the scrambling runner outside to get into the right spot.

When the clambering and hammering settled onto the top of the turret, Leonor slowly unlatched the hatch. A gust of hot wind rushed into the tank as the seal was broken. The searing heat only pushed through the seal for a single heartbeat before a tentacle wormed into the gap and a set of spindly fingers, covered in wickedly sharp bone spurts jammed into the gap, prying up at the armored hatch.

Leonor seized his chance. His shoulder slammed into the hatch, swinging the armor plate up into the creature's chest. An earsplitting screech tore through the desert as the runner hit the sand beside the tank. Leonor popped up in one smooth motion, settling his sights on the creature.

The mutated fox snarled up at him. His elongated fangs had left thick gashes on the sides of his lower jaw, deep enough to reveal bone. Black ichor and glistening saliva strung off his jaws in equal measure, clotting the sand that clung to the patchy fur on his chest. The points of several white ribs jutted out of his chest, the brilliant white a stark contrast to the torn flesh. Several short, jagged tentacles sprouted from the things torsos, squirming insolently in the dry air. Elongated claws, longer than the thing's digits and lengthened, quad-jointed legs scrambled in the sand as the thing pulled himself back up.

By the time Leonor pulled the trigger, the creature had crawled halfway up the side of his tank.

A trio of heavy, squat bullets slapped the right back down, putting him on his back in the sands. Black ichor splattered over the desert from the brand new holes in his chest. The fox went still before he hit the ground. Leonor tipped the trigger twice more, sending six more rounds down to make sure.

He kept the gun poised for several seconds, the hot desert breeze blowing the smoke out of the trio of barrels on the gun. Finally satisfied, he gave one more glance around the scene before clambering back into his tank, replacing his rifle and his headset.

"Crazy bastard. All to save three creds on paint." Jess said.

"And to show off, you know." Another merc said.

"Hey, it also looks better to the suits in the town if there's some kind of danger, you know," Leonor interjected.

"You kidding, Bruiser? Moonpoint doesn't give a shit about mercs, just that their shipments come in timely and intact."

"Eh, maybe I just like the adrenaline rush," Leonor said.

"What, you erect in there or something, Bruiser one?" Jess teased.

"Nah. I could be if you want, Jess. Want pics?"

"Insufferable bastard," Jess replied.

"So, yes, but not over pubchat," Leonor replied.

Jess sighed heavily over the line. Leonor could imagine the dobie flicking off the radio with both hands. "Corps, save me." She replied.

Leonor waited a few moments before his console lit up with a message from the doberman. The message, "Fuck you. Show me that cannon, asshole." was accompanied by a picture of the herm's naked chest, both hands up to cover her nipples with her fists, middle fingers to the camera. Leonor grinned to himself as he took his sweet time admiring the caravan lead's heavy tits, reaching over to flick through a few other pictures he'd taken before they left. He finally settled on a photo of her huge tits splattered with his cum, her similarly decorated muzzle winking at the camera. With the remnants of the adrenaline rush in his system and the hot doberman in front of him, it didn't take him long to stroke his heavy cock to full erection.

Leonor took a little longer as he enjoyed himself, idly listening to the congratulatory chatter on the line as he worked his fingers along his stiff prick. His fingers worked over the stiff flesh, glistening in the tank's stuffy heat as he fondled along his flat tip. He settled back in his chair, cupping his heavy nuts as he let his dick rest against his abs. A large dollop of precum decorated his top as he situated himself to reply to Jess. "So, they gonna actually let us-just a second..." He started, making sure that the simulated sound of the camera's shutter was audible over the line, "let us into Moonrack now, over?"

"Yeah, they're opening the gates. Lead, you might want to, ah, lead us in, over." Another merc said.

"Hey, Bruiser one, I'll buy you a beer if you let me see your cock too. Hell, I'll blow you if you have Jess's tits, over." Another merc said.

"Rodger, uh, Bulldog one. Be sure to suck my balls when I cash that in." Leonor replied.

"Sats above, fuck off, Leonor. If you send him that, I swear, I'll-" Jess started.

"Get just the biggest boner, right? Or what, you're gonna bruise my ass even harder than you were planning on anyway? Give it up, lead, over." Leonor shot back.

Jess grumbled some muted profanity over the line before continuing. "Come on then, escort. Follow my luscious ass in and try not to get too distracted jerking off in your tanks."

"I dunno, lead. I'd rather follow these gorgeous tits of yours, over." Bulldog one said.

Jess didn't even respond, her crawler lurching through the sand into the desert town. Leonor sent his picture with the loving message of, "Drool over this cock, slut. You know you can't wait to wrap your lips around it."

She took the time to respond with a picture of her hand wrapped around the knot of her own prodigious dog cock. The fingers dug into the stiff flesh slightly, showing off every curve of that cock, the thickness making Leonor's jaw ache from memories alone. Her reply was just as kind, "Swear to fucking satcom, I am going to ruin you."

Leonor turned himself around on his chair, snapping a quick picture of his toned glutes, his strong thighs framing his heavy balls. "What, this ass? It's taken you and it'll do it again. Find me in the bar after I get the blowjob that your slutty tits bought me."

She replied with a picture of her spread legs, one hand holding her large nuts up to show off two fingers pressed deep into her pussy. The text "Fuck off." Accompanied the pornographic reply.

Leonor chuckled to himself, turning his attention to the town as he followed the rest of the escort into the gates. MoonR04K spread out in front of them, the doors to the port town parting the small dunes that had already formed against them as the raucous tanks and their barely-clad occupants steamrolled onto Main Street. A few other roads ran off from the large thoroughfare, but those transport arteries spider-webbed together by short alleys that separated the prefab rectangular buildings that stacked together like a child's blocks. Their architecture gave the coyote-brown buildings no defining features except for their size, and the blinding sheen of wind-scoured steel was the only thing that kept them separate from the sands of the desert. The convoy of tanks steamed into the city, traveling up the main thoroughfare towards the four ebony towers that stretched high above the town. Each of them, facing out to the four corners of the desert as if their scratched black surface was a bulwark against the sand itself, was emblazoned with Moonpoint's corporate logo--Luna herself, a perfect orb, pierced by a horizontal slash.

Leonor sighed to himself as his monitor caught the launch of a spacecraft from the center of the compound. The small transport, it's own Moonpoint branding glittering in the desert sun, rode a thin wave of blue fire and green-tinted smoke towards the clear blue sky. The stars it was heading towards were drowned out by the blazing sun, but a few presses of the button laid a filter over the sky, simulating the starfield above them. He plotted the craft's path out towards the Dragon's Head cluster the simulated constellation grinning down at him. His eyes traced up towards those same glittering points as he scratched slowly along the laser-etched mark along the side of his neck. His nails dragged over the line of runes, capped on either side by a circle cut by a slash. As soon as he felt himself touching the tattoo, his hand dropped back to the tank's controls as quickly as he could.

"Ha, look at that. Someone else escaped." Leonor spoke into the radio.

"Looks like a cramped flight, though."

"They're not much smaller than these tanks, you know," Leonor replied.

"Smaller? The only thing I know that's more cramped than one of these things is a coffin."

Leonor nodded to himself, sitting back in the chair with a slow sigh. He flicked off the radio as the conversation drifted off into discussions of drinks and luxuries that Moonrack could provide. He followed the larger sand crawler automatically, his eyes still locked onto the planet-hopper until it was a speck in the sky. The tail behind the dot eventually began to dissipate, just in time for Leonor to yank the stick to the side and turn off the main street, jostling the other confused tanks in the formation.

The turned away from their view of the obelisks and Leonor twisted to the side in his chair, trying to peer past the flat monitor to catch another peek of the exhaust trail before it was whisked away by the winds. The convoy steamed past lines of prefab longhouses. The single-story buildings were worn at the edges, the durable rockfoam blasted away to expose the gleaming metal of the domicile's skeleton. Leonor spotted a team of two fighting the rot--Leonor watched them stride past fist-sized holes to sputter expanding foam at a corner that was threatening to buckle.

Sparsely clad miners wiped fists across their brows and fought the cold with tankards of cold alcohol and loud conversations. The loiterers thinned out somewhat as the convoy snaked its way towards the tent. The longhouses turned to small homes; perhaps not much bigger than the longhouse lodging, they were at least separate from their neighbors. They jostled and pushed against each other for space, built up so much that the last line of houses seemed to tilt slightly as they rested one wall on the base of the tent.

The traders and craftsmen had, at some point in Moonrack's history, secured some prime desert within the walls for their open-air garages and scrapyards, all housed under a patchwork steel tent that arched over nearly a third of the town. Some smooth-talking bastard had managed to make Moonpoint give up nearly as much acreage inside the walls of the town as they secured for their own headquarters. Ancient bullet holes and shinier patches showed that the tent was defended almost as fiercely as the walls.

However, Leonor knew that the fastest way to tell a fresh tanker was spelling out Moonrack's designation, but the second fastest way was to direct someone to "the Tent". The centrally supported structure left a wide nub on top of the huge, rounded shelter, forming an unmistakable and familiar silhouette. Considering the colloquial name for the town, 'Tent' had probably been twisted to 'Tit' several minutes before the ribbon was cut on opening day.

As soon as the convoy hit the Tit, they instantly broke apart. The tanks trundled along between rows and ranks of other transports in various states of repair, finding spots near to their favorite mechanics. The tanks only had to jostle with each other for position as they wheeled off between scattered bystanders.

The air shimmered above Leonor's tank as he entered the relative cool of the shaded yard. He reached up, barely keeping one hand on the controls to force his hatch open, his muzzle sticking up to drink of the fresh air like a starving dog. As he settled his tank to a spot that Leonor imagined was printed with his treads. With a few more tugs of various levers and flicks of switches, Leonor took a moment to listen to the engine slowing to a stop behind him.

The siren call of fresh air, without even a hint of gunpowder, was hard for Leonor to resist. He twisted up, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor of the tank. A quick glance at the scalding armor of his tank convinced him to stay there for a few more moments. The wind picked up with gusts every so often, but the walls sheared off most of the sand they carried. Unless something had changed, Satcom claimed that there were no storms on the horizon today and the only cloud that Leonor had seen was the starship's trail. All he really needed was goggles and a shawl, a style that seemed to be shared by most of the others in the town.

Leonor took a moment to take in the sounds of the yard. The electric crackle of welding from workshops blended with the general hubbub of engines and voices. He spotted several other naked mercenaries hopping from their tanks to confront various dockworkers who were rushing to the newcomers to see what their paychecks were going to be today.

Leonor, however, took his time. He watched the screen idly, waiting for the mercenary's most-loved message to pop up. It took a few more seconds, but soon a quiet 'bleep' accompanied a plain gray message in the corner of the screen that simply contained a name and a number. JESS, in plain block letters, accompanied a string of numerals that made him grin. Leonor took a moment to think as the message slid away--he didn't think he was holding any money-based sexual favors over the doberman's head, but he wasn't going to look a gift hoss in the dick.

Leonor reached down to confirm the payment before clambering up out of his tank. It took a bit of doing to slam the hatch and scurry down the side of the tank without burning himself on the armor, but it was an undignified dance every mercenary knew well. Leonor brushed himself off as his hooves dug into the layer of compressed sand on top of the cement deck, spreading his arms wide to grope the air around him.

He was quickly interrupted by a shark wearing a tool belt, boots, and a pair of cock rings. The mechanic was already looking over the tank as he tapped at a datapad. He shot a grin at the horse as he stepped around the front of the tank. "Leonor! Bruiser's looking good today. Easy run?" He asked.

"Yep, just from Antler Bluff. Skirted the mine, too, so there wasn't that much deep desert rolling. Good to see you, Zeph."

"Always a pleasure to ogle you and your gal. Seems like you been treating her better too." Zepher replied.

"Your work's expensive! Gotta make sure I keep Bruiser safe or you'd end up drinking all my profits." Leonor said, crossing his arms with a smile on his face.

"Hey, I do good work. Switched to the mixers these days, too." Zepher smirked.

"You do damn good work, Zeph. Probably saved my life more than a few times. Good on you for the hard switch, though; something happen?"

"Yeah. Had a scare with the medics after overdoing it one night. Promised the wife I'd quit. Been clean a few months."

"Well, congrats. How's Melina?"

"Wonderful, gorgeous, and great at sharing, as always. That reminds me, you ever gonna cash that raincheck for a date with us?" Zepher asked.

"Man, I'm looking forward to it. She's a damn good cook and an even better lay. You are, too." Leonor grinned.

"Ha, you know it. That's a yes, then?"

"Yeah, if I manage to stick around here for more than a night or two. I don't have anything lined up yet, but you know how contracts come up." Leonor said.

"Well, no obligation. I miss that fat tool of yours, and she'll be ready for you whenever you like." Zepher said.

"Who? Bruiser or Melina?" Leonor said.

"Fuck it, either one, stud." Zepher shot back.

They both shared a laugh before Leonor's stomach rumbled loud enough to interrupt them. "Oh, wow. Well, I'm craving some calories that aren't compressed. Maximus's place still good?" He asked.

"Oh, yeah, even better. I haven't been there in a minute because of the drinking, but his bar just keeps getting more popular." Zepher said.

"Good. I'm gonna hit that up. Have a few bets from the escort to cash in, too. You do what you need to do to the girls, hmm?"

"Ha, have fun and try not to let Jess have her whole way with you."

Leonor laughed and waved him off, letting the shark get back to work poking and prodding at the tank's tracks. Leonor headed out towards the center of the pad, looking around the escort to see if he could find the merc who'd promised him a beer.

It wasn't hard--the fox seemed to be looking for him, too. No sooner had Leonor picked out the bulldog painted on the turret of the mercenary's tank than Howl had spotted the hoss's half-chub. The short fox grinned as he suddenly dropped the conversation with one of the mechanics, instead giving the worker a thumbs-up as he jogged across the yard towards Leonor. His shawl trailed out behind him and his fuzzy balls bounced in time with the bright red cock peeking from his sheath.

Howl simply plowed into the big hoss, wrapping his arms around the taller male. "Hey, stud! Still gonna let me buy you that beer?" He asked, a wide grin plastered over his muzzle.

"I'm gonna let you suck my dick too, cutie," Leonor said.

The fox giggled, still hanging off the hoss as he reached down to openly grope the horse's thick cock. Even as semi-flaccid as it was, Leonor's cock was a simple matter for the fox to wrap his fingers around. Considering his size and the fact that the small fox barely managed to wrap his fingers around the girthy member, it was easy to see why the horse was never able to pull all the way back into his sheath. The heat certainly helped as well, leaving Leonor's smooth black sac loose and his shaft glistening in the sunlight. The fox grinned, slowly stroking the horse's heavy dick. "So, am I calling you bulldog, honey, or do you have a name beside your callsign?" Leonor asked.

"Mhm. My real name's Felix, but my squaddies call me Howl, on account of the noises they make when they've got me in their tank. I'll totally answer to slut or whore, though, especially for the illustrious Leonor!" Felix gushed.

Leonor giggled, starting to make his way out of the tank yard. The fox followed along, letting the strong horse mostly carry him while his hand fondled along Leonor's jet black cock. "Mn, well, I can see where you get those nicknames, slut." Leonor teased.

The fox grinned up at the horse, his fingers drifting to warmly fondle the horse's flat tip while they walked. He took his time collecting the male's precum on his pads, squeezing and pressing at the engorged tip of Leonor's fully swollen flare. "You wouldn't mind bending me over right here, would ya?" Felix asked, grinning cheekily.

"Oh my corp, you're adorable, you cute little whore. I would, but I'm pretty damn thirsty." Leonor said, "I wouldn't protest if you wanted a quick taste, though."

Felix purred loudly, nodding excitedly as his fingers ran along the horse's stiffening cock. He gave Leonor's cheek a quick smooch before he began to slide down the horse's front. His tongue led his motion, tracing down Leonor's neck and pec. Leonor paused in the middle of the street as Felix pressed his lips against the horse's nipple. Felix took his time playing with Leonor's body, teasing chuffs and light pants from the muscular horse as he lapped and sucked on the horse's pert nipple. Leonor's hand reached up to ruffle the fox's ears, playing his fingers along the male's ears before he let the weight of his palm press Felix onward.

Felix's cock was already standing at attention and Leonor was well on his way to full mast. The fox's exploring fingers groped and squeezed over every sensitive spot on Leonor's cock, making the horse lick his lips as the fox's palm ran up under the male's heavy shaft, soft pawpads teasing the ring of Leonor's swelling flare. Leonor released a wet huff of pleasure, adding some pressure to the palm guiding Felix's muzzle down. Felix pushed back against the hand, making the horse work to goad Felix into continuing.

Even as Felix dragged his tongue up those chiseled pecs, his attention drifted down towards the main course, sharing the lecherous glint in Leonor's eye. Felix had to keep himself from diving on that cock, making sure that his tail was lifted high as he took a rough count of the people watching. He was distracted halfway through the few seconds it took him to judge their audience as Leonor's thick cock pulsed in his hand, a shot of precum splashing over his fingers and painting Leonor's flare. Leonor gave a wink to a wolf leaning against one of the buildings in battered tactical gear, his muzzle decorated with a thick scar and his knot throbbing in his stroking hand.

Felix felt the heat of the horse's throbbing cock as he kissed down Leonor's abs. The stud's spire was throbbing mere inches away from his cheek, and Felix couldn't tell whether the heat he felt over his face was from his blush or the stud's stiff dick. As his lips traveled down to meet the base of that fat shaft, he wrote the feeling off as both. His hand slipped down to cradle and weigh the hoss's heavy sac as his muzzle focused on the male's member. Leonor pulled back slowly, goading the fox's muzzle towards his flare. Felix hiked his tail up as if he could feel the stares admiring his rump, but he relented from his teasing to slip back to lay his tongue along the horse's flat tip. "Mn, now remember, slut. Just a taste." Leonor said, his fingers scratching slowly along Felix's flicking ear.

Felix just grinned up at him as his nose pressed to that tip, his tongue reaching down to lick all the way from that thick medial ring to the horse's drippy tip. He waited until Leonor's eyes met his own before he winked, parting his lips to let the bare tip of the male's swollen flare into his maw. His tongue worked along the horse's tip for a few heartbeats before he pushed himself down slightly, sinking a few inches of that tip into his muzzle. He sucked softly on that tip for a while as Leonor's hand drifted down to steady his cock. However, after a few more heartbeats passed, Felix drew back to let that tip slip from his mouth. Glistening strands of drool linked the horse's cock and the slut's grin until Felix raised a forearm to wipe his mouth. "Mn, that was hardly a taste, honey." Leonor said, "Why don't you give my fingers a kiss while we head on, then?"

Felix giggled, taking one look at the fingers squeezing the base of the horse's cock before his muzzle opened again. His own hand drifted up to his own throat to cradle the upcoming bulge as he slipped that heavy cock back into his muzzle, barely halting as Leonor's fat flare slipped into his throat. Leonor watched, a smirk across his face as he admired the fox's talent. Felix didn't break pace as that thick cock slid into his throat. His fingers carefully fondled the visible bulge that even pushed his collarbone out slightly, using the motion to mark, both to Leonor and their audience, how far that thick cock pushed into him.

Leonor leaned to the side to watch, his smirk spread to a grin as the thick swell in Felix's throat traced his progress, only stopping when warm lips kissed his fingers. Felix paused, his loud gulps working the whole of Leonor's thick cock. "Mn, wow. You're damn good at that, Felix."

Felix beamed with the compliment, though the expression had to be forced around the large cock swelling his throat. Leonor moved his hand up to stroke along the male's muzzle, watching the fox's head move as he nursed on that fat shaft. Felix spent several more moments playing his fingers along the distention in his neck, his slow gulps making little lewd noises. He finally began to pull back, giving a few slow bobs over that thick shaft before Leonor's glistening shaft slipped from his lips. He wasted no time nuzzling up under it, letting that thick horsecock flop over his muzzle so that he could bury his snout into the horse's nuts. Leonor chortled, grinding his heavy sac forward to be met with warm slurps. "Corps, I can't wait to cream that muzzle properly, slut. Come on, get a good taste of those nuts and we'll head to the bar so I can fuck that cute muzzle of yours."

"Mn, yessir," Felix answered.

Felix punctuated his sentence by ducking his muzzle back down, laying long, slow laps over the horse's hanging sac. His tongue jostled and worked over the horse's smooth balls, letting them roll and press against his muzzle as he worked. His hand reached up to stroke over the horse's dick as he did, not seeming to mind the pre drooling down over the back of his head. His lips pressed in against Leonor's nuts, mouthing at them before he slipped one of the large balls into his muzzle, forced to strain his jaw to accept the weighty orb.

Leonor rumbled happily, his tail flicking behind him as he kept himself from grinding forward into the fox's attentions. The warm muzzle wrapped around his nuts and the cooling sensation of saliva on his balls was enough to make him pant in pleasure. After a few more moments of suckling on that orb, Felix let it slip from his muzzle in order to turn his muzzle slightly, quickly slipping the other orb into his maw. Leonor shivered softly, giving in to his instincts to grind leisurely against the fox's maw.

With that, Felix let the horse's nut slip from his lips, giving them each a warm smooch before he straightened up. Leonor lifted an arm slightly to let the fox drape himself against Leonor's side. That arm fell back down to pull the fox in close, partially to press the horny creature against him and partially to start dragging the insatiable thing towards the tavern. Leonor bent down to gently nibble on Felix's ear. "I can't wait to cum all over that muzzle, slut."

Felix growled happily, a slight shiver traveling down his spine as Leonor's warm lips worked over his sensitive ears. "As long as you pump some down my muzzle, stud."

***

Leonor grunted loudly, leaning back on the barstool. Both arms propped him up on the cool steel bar and air conditioning wiped the heat from his body. His fist was clenched around a generous tankard of ice cold Moonshot and his cock was buried deep in the throat of an eager fox. He hissed softly as the chilly alcohol met his mouth and Felix's warm lips met his crotch. Mercifully, Felix pulled back for a moment, letting Leonor take a drink without adding to the wetness that glistened on his abs.

Felix only took a moment to recover his breath and more drops of spilled liquid splashed down Leonor's front as he didn't even have time to finish his gulp. Leonor pulsed in the fox's throat while that alcohol dripped down onto Felix's head. Leonor wiped his muzzle with an arm, groaning softly as he settled back against the bar. He let the talented fox work, simply enjoying the heated muzzle and tight throat working over his shaft.

The bartender chuckled as he watched, leaning on both elbows at the bar. The rest of the glasses were arranged in front of him, all polished several times over. His eyes had turned from the regulars sprawled over a booth and the sparse tables of other mercs to the scene in front of him. The dragon splayed his fingers on the countertop as he watched the fox sink all the way down Leonor's shaft. "Mn, quite the talent on that one." He rumbled.

"Oh, yeah. You want sloppy seconds on him? I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Leonor offered.

Felix's cheeks reddened, but he certainly didn't protest. If anything, his pace sped up while his hand came up to fondle and grope the horse's heavy nuts. Leonor let out a soft huff as those fingers massaged his smooth sac, the warm flesh relaxing against the fox's hand as his heavy, warm balls rolled against Felix's fingers. The hoss took another moment to lean forward slightly, watching his thick shaft disappear into the fox again and again. "Yeah, I'll bend that cute ass over my bar. Bet he'll even get a drink out of it, too." The bartender said

"Rod, I think this slut might just want dick," Leonor said.

"It does seem that way. Ain't Jess gonna be pissed, though?" Rod said, gesturing idly at the scene in front of him.

"What? Oh, you know we aren't a couple at all and you know damn well Jess is gonna be pissed anyway. Kinda her thing, you know?"

"I'm sure you helped the situation, though. Seems about as much her thing as yours." Rod smirked.

"Hey, I helped it for myself. This cute slut said he'd blow me if I showed him her tits."

Rod rolled his eyes, chortling. "You gotta stay here till she stomps in here, then. I ain't gonna be the one to deal with that fallout."

"She's usually pretty quick about handling the administrative stuff. I doubt I'll even be drunk by the time she gets--Ah, wow, just like that, slut." Leonor moaned.

"So, what're your plans then? Bounty board's been quiet, but some decent jobs have popped up lately." Rod asked.

Leonor turned his head to glance over at the holographic screen near the door. A few postings hung still in the air, flickering every few seconds. He shrugged, taking another long draw of his tankard before turning back. He looked down again at the far more pleasing sight of the fox's bulging muzzle, reaching down to rub over the male's ears with his free hand. "Ah, I dunno. Mmnf, fuck...I was thinking about hanging around here for a few days, maybe a week or two. Take a little, ah, vacation, and I haven't gotten the chance to enjoy Moonrack for almost a cycle now."

"It seems like you're adjusting quite well already," Rod said.

"Corps, I'm not adjusting nearly as well as this whore's throat. Sats above, he's good at this." Leonor growled.

Only emboldened by the compliment, Felix dove on that shaft with renewed vigor. The horse's thick cock glistened with saliva each time it pulled back into the bar's light and strands of fluid connected Felix's lips to the male's heavy shaft. Felix's throat bulged each time he pressed forward, the male making sure to show off Leonor's size, both to himself and any onlookers. Leonor couldn't keep himself from thrusting slowly into the fox's tight throat, shivering as the fox's fingers groped his large stones. He could feel his orgasm welling up, the fast-approaching climax long overdue with the fox's attentions.

Suddenly, the bar's door slammed open revealing Jess with a gust of dusty wind. The dobie was clad much more chastely than most of the other patrons; a pair of tight synthetic pants strained to contain her hips and her generous bulge, showing off every curve of her sheath and the half-hard canine cock pressing down the leg of her pants. The fabric bunched up on top of her worn combat boots, the black of their leather scraped off by her time in the sands. Her goggles were propped up on top of her head and a furious sneer decorated her muzzle. A loosened shemagh draped around her neck, covering her collarbone but doing nothing to hide her naked breasts.

She immediately spotted Leonor at the bar with the fox stuffed between his legs. She huffed, crossing her arms underneath her huge tits, stopping a fraction of their bounce as she stomped over to the hoss. "Firing hath no such fury." Rod said with an amused smirk.

"You corpless bastard! You showed him, didn't you?" She hissed as soon as she approached.

The fox didn't even break pace, even as their furious caravan leader stormed over to them. Leonor panted in response, squirming as he felt his orgasm still building in his loins. He managed to gesture from the fox to the dog's exposed tits before falling back to his slump against the counter. "You're showing him right now!" Leonor protested.

"They're my tits! I can show them off however I want, but...I mean, It's different, perv!" Jess huffed.

"Want a drink? I'll buy since your tits got me this awesome blowjob."

"Yes. Also, fuck you." Jess said, settling herself, spread-legged, on the stool beside the hoss.

Leonor chuckled, though the sound was quickly interrupted by a moan. Felix had pushed all the way to the root to gulp along the whole length of Leonor's shaft. Jess huffed dejectedly as she turned her attention to watch Rod tip bottles, brewing some sort of ice-blue potion inside of a tall glass. The drake presented it in short order with a flourish, grinning at the dobie. "My C'ger."

Jess rolled her eyes, the glass frosting the moment her fingers wrapped around it. Her lips had turned up slightly at the corners, however. "Flatterer. I'm still mostly here to finish up our contract, Leonor."

"I still can't believe that you actually put fucking me into the merc contract. But if you want-Oh, ah, mn...Just a second, I'm gonna cream this slut."

Leonor growled softly before a loud moan forced itself from his throat. His thick cock twitched, still pushed all the way down the fox's throat, heralding the first shot of seed. Felix happily gulped around Leonor's pulsing cock to drink down the first shot of the horse's heated orgasm. While the rest of the bar watched, Felix managed to tear himself from the salty taste to pull back, letting that throbbing cock pull back to let the flat tip rest on his tongue. He kept his maw open wide, letting the bar watch the flare flex as it poured shot after shot of thick seed into his immediately overflowing muzzle. Leonor, however, reached down to grip his base and pull his cock fully from the fox's muzzle, stroking the saliva-slick, glistening horsecock to milk out the last few shots of seed over the fox's face.

Felix moaned through his mouthful. Hot seed dripped off his muzzle in thick, white strands while the hoss finished over his face. He was soaked in seed by the time Leonor's orgasm finished. Cum dripped off his goggles and soaked into his shroud. With a happy purr, he stood to press his lips to Leonor's own, his hand slipping from the horse's balls to stroke slowly along his cock while he brought the horse into a deep kiss.

Leonor smirked, pressing into the kiss. His muzzle turned to the side to shove his tongue into the fox's maw, catching quite a bit of cum on his broad tongue. Felix snowballed back excitedly, his tongue working along the horse's own as he happily locked jaws with the big male. His free hand came up to stroke over the horse's front, groping over Leonor's front before it slid up to relax over the big horse's shoulder. Jess huffed, a pout on her lips, though her tight pants were bulging visibly to the show. Rod chuckled quietly, leaning over the bar to tip more liquor into the dog's glass as her eyes were locked onto the two males in front of her.

After a few more lecherous moments, Leonor pulled his muzzle back. Felix was left panting with a blush on his cheeks and strands of glistening saliva connecting their muzzles together. His cock throbbed, the canine shaft busy dripping clear strands of precum over his feet and the floor. Lenor grinned, reaching back to take another long draw of his drink. "Mn, thanks for the moonshot, Felix," Leonor said.

"Mn, thanks for the drink, stud," Felix replied.

"Sats above, isn't he adorable? Get him over the counter here so I can ruin that ass already." Rod said.

Felix giggled, licking his lips as he clambered over the bar, helped by Leonor's hand on the fox's firm rump. Rod didn't let him get halfway over the bar before he reached up to tug him across. Leonor grinned, shaking his head at the pair before turning to face the doberman. She huffed at him, her arms crossed again, though the outline of her stiff cock was visible down the leg of her pants. "Did you even try to save anything for me?"

"With these balls? I'll soak you head to toe, bitch." Leonor shot back.

They both grinned cockily at each other. Rod chuckled to himself as he laid a large hand on the fox's back, pinning his chest to the bar. "You two are the weirdest couple."

"We're not a couple!" They both spun to correct the dragon in unison.

The cloned statement made them turn back to each other and glare, leaving rod and Felix snickering. Those noises were quickly interrupted as Rod reached down, gripping his dripping cock to press it under the fox's fluffy tail. His fingers couldn't quite wrap around the whole of his girth, but as soon as his shaft was mostly situated against the fox's cheeks, his free hand drifted down to grab that ass. Rod didn't mind the feel of those firm cheeks between his fingers, but the grab was mostly meant to steady the fox's hips--Felix's overeager wagging was enough to move his butt too far to easily line up with the dragon's cock. "Well, you know how this goes. Rod, six shots of your most decent-ish tank degreaser, if you would." Jess said, tipping the rest of her drink back after she spoke.

"Ah, sure. Just let me get my dick in this whore. Who's tab?" Rod replied.

"The loser," Jess said.

"I hope you're ready to lighten your wallet and your ability to sit," Leonor smirked.

"You're gonna choke on these shots and my cock, bitch. I can't wait to see you squirming on your tank's hard seat, constantly reminded of how hard my knot pounded you." She said.

Leonor chuckled, downing the rest of his tankard in one long draw as they waited for Rod. His thick, pointed tip quickly found Felix's tight hole, but it took a few moments of slow grinding and several shots of thick precum before he could bend down over the fox. Both of them moaned out at the same time as his cockhead slipped into the fox's rump, the noise enough to draw eyes from across the club which Rod only responded to with a wink. His attention turned back to the small fox pinned to his counter as his hips kept dropping, sinking inch after ridged inch of dick into the fox's tight tunnel.

As soon as half of his throbbing dragon rod had found its way into the gasping fox, Rod leaned to the side to line up a half dozen small classes. An expert pour across the line filled them to the brim without shedding a drop of amber liquid onto the barstool, each small glass frosting as soon as it was filled. Finished, the dragon set the bottle back down to return both his hands to the fox's hips. Having given him enough time to start adjusting to the drake's size, Rod began to start plowing into the fox. "Ah, his mouth looked great, but this slut's ass is blessed by satcom itself," Rod said.

"I say the same thing about Leonor," Jess said.

"Oh, fuck off. I'm pretty sure you're not a fan of my mouth, at least from your reactions on comms today." Leonor said.

"That tongue of yours is a lot more tolerable when it's working my cunt instead of the radio. You want to count off, since you're buying?" She teased.

"Cocky bitch. Sure. Three, two, one, drink!"

With well-practiced motions, they slammed their shots. Left, right, then center, they poured the powerful spirits down their throats--however, Jess even tossed her first emptied shot into the air, freeing the hand for a fraction of a second to swipe the third up and slug it. She caught the glass with her other hand, slamming three on the counter as Leonor's third shot splashed over his tongue. The noise startled him just enough to cough on the liquor, gasping for air as he slammed his third glass on the counter. "Fuck." He managed, wiping his muzzle with his forearm.

"Aw, and here I thought you let me win so you could feel my fat cock reaming those fine cheeks of yours," Jess said.

Leonor narrowed his eyes at the doberman. Jess replied with an ear-to-ear grin. Leonor couldn't hold his angry expression for very long before it slipped back into an amused smile. "Corps, fuck you, Jess."

"Right here?" She grinned wider, if such a thing was possible, "I thought Rod here frowned on the sort of things I do to you."

"Hey, I ain't judging, but I've found that if you get into the kinkier stuff at my bar, people tend to get rowdy," Rod said, his words halted each time his balls smacked against Felix's.

"What? Cuffs and paddles aren't that far out there." Jess protested.

"Corps, my poor ass..." Leonor said.

"Well, true, but anyone in cuffs around here tends to get tossed around for hours. I'm not cleaning that up." Rod said.

Felix's ear perked up and he spoke between moans, "Oh, oh really? I'll bring some next time, Mmnf, beefy dragon..."

"What a slut. You won't have any trouble getting as much dick as you want with an ass like this. Corps, this slut is a good ride." Rod growled out.

His hand slid up to press Felix's chest more firmly against the bar as his hips pounded into the fox. His pre-soaked cock pistoned in and out of the fox, each ridge glistening with pre each time they pulled back to massage the fox's entrance. Thick strands of precum drooled down between the fox's thighs and over his sac. The fox's cock had settled into a pint glass, smearing the walls with pre while a few ounces of fluid accumulated inside. "You two will be wanting a room, then?" Rod asked.

Leonor nodded, glancing down to eye over the pronounced canine bulge in Jess's tight pants. "And another drink, I think." He rumbled.

Rod nodded, before tensing up as he pushed his cock all the way into the fox. They both moaned at the same time as the dragon's cum flooded the fox. Heated seed pumped deep into the fox and Felix's own shaft flooded the glass. Panting as his shaft shot pulse after pulse of seed into the fox, Rod adjusted his grip to possessively grind Felix's torso against the bar. Hot seed dripped between Felix's thighs, coating his firm cheeks as the dragon's cock overflowed the smaller fox.

Rod grinned, reaching down to pluck the cum-streaked cup from under Felix's still drooling dick. "Want me to mix something out of this? Freshly milked." He asked the hoss.

Leonor chuckled and shook his head, giving another glance to Jess's thick bulge. "No, just something strong. I feel like I'll have my fill of seed by the end of the night."

Jess just grinned at him.

***

"Say it!"

"Never, bitch!"

"Say it."

"Nev-agh!"

Leonor cried out as the whip came down again. Another stinging line joined the others across his welted cheeks. The blow splattered some of the doberman's cum across his thighs, left across the horse's rump as evidence of her earlier win. Leonor's words were lost in his panting as he held his tail up, leaving his rump clear for the canine's abuse. A spreader bar kept his legs apart to make sure she had a perfect shot at those well-toned glutes and make sure she could watch his heavy dick throbbing and drooling. Leonor finally managed to growl, recovering his breath as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Another crack teased another yell from him before Jess stepped up close behind him.

The canine wedged her hard dick against his ass, her thick shaft and generous knot grinding in between his sore cheeks. Her fingers dropped to grope roughly along the welts over his firm cheeks, forcing sharp huffs through his clenched teeth. "Ready to talk yet? I can go all night, you cocky son of a corpless."

"H-ha, ha! It'll take more than that to break me, bimbo. You'll never have the recipe for my banana cream split!"

"Fool! I'll have it if it takes me all night and costs you your ass, merc. I'll have my desserts yet." Jess growled.

"The only cream you'll be getting is the cream pie I'm gonna-aargh!" Leonor cried out.

He was very effectively interrupted as Jess's palm smacked across his sore cheeks, hard enough that the canine's fingers started to sting. Leonor shuddered and groaned, licking his lips when he thought the doberman wasn't looking. His ass arched up a bit more before he let out a hot yelp as both of Jess's hands clapped down on his cheeks. Jess's thick shaft slipped right up between them, spreading those cheeks out in front of her as she measured her heavy cock against the horse's rump. She let the hoss squirm for a few moments as her hot shaft throbbed against the male's tight rump. The hoss let out a soft whine as Jess drew back, prodding his lube-leaking pucker with her hot tip. "Last chance, Leonor. If you want out of this room with your ass intact, you better fess up."

"Do your worst, bitch," Leonor replied, turning his head back to sneer at her.

"Mn, doggies rule, hoss's asses drool cum." She teased.

Leonor only managed to groan out in reply as that thick cock ground in against his tight hole. He clenched down, but his bruised, welted cheeks framed the dobie's fat cock. She held herself there, her hot tip drooling thick precum against the hoss's clenching entrance. She reached down to squeeze Leonor's ass roughly while she admired the way her tip threatened the horse's tight hole. "Last chance, mule. Do you like your banana cream more than your ass?"

Leonor panted, trying to keep himself from pressing back against that shaft. His own throbbed and drooled between his legs, betraying his excitement. The spreader bar measured out perfectly to force him to keep his rump engaged, his sore cheeks clenching around that prodding, tip. He hadn't taken Jess's cock in a long time and sats damn him if he wasn't eager. "C'mon puppy. I can take whatever you dish out and I'll feed it right back to you in your doggie bowl." Leonor challenged.

Jess's reply was eloquent in its simplicity, consisting entirely of a fast thrust that plowed her cock in all the way up to the knot. Leonor cried out as her thick, slick dick stretched him wide and let him feel the threat of the dobie's knot against his tight hole. That dick throbbed inside of him, pressing against the whole length of his tunnel. Hot flesh rested against his prostate, teasing more pre from his flared tip each time his rump clenched down around the intruder.

"A-ah! Mercy!" Leonor gasped.

A wide grin spread over Jess's muzzle. She paused just before pulling back, instead leaning slowly down on top of him. She worked her heavy tits against his welted back, leaning in deep over him to bite his ear. "You're already calling for mercy, mare? Should have thought about that before I figured out how great your ass feels. No, no, you're in this for the long haul. I hope there's plenty of draft in you. My trailer's heavy as hell."

"Oh, corps, yes..." Leonor muttered under his breath.

Jess, though she heard the comment, made no comment on the horse's statement. instead, she laid a kiss on the back of his head and drew herself back. A sharp slap to his aching rump signaled her start.

Leonor moaned out needily as the dobie's thick cock began to work him. She pulled back, but she wasn't merciful; her cock slammed back in as soon as her tip tugged at his hole. Corps, she was big. That tip alone was enough to make Leonor's hole ache. Of course, Leonor expected it, as corp genetics ensured that everyone was at least generously endowed. However, Leonor was certainly more accustomed to being on the other side of this treatment. His ass, however, told him that this was a rare treat.

Leonor shuddered and whimpered, tugging at the tight bindings that securely tied him to the doberman's mercy. More and more of that fat dick slid into him. Jess reached around the horse's hips to grope along the slight bulge that had formed on his front as she kept pushing in. His tunnel was slick with her precum, quickly lubed enough for her thick cock to continue pushing in. Leonor clenched down, making his straining tunnel a tight ride for the thick dog. Jess let out a hot growl against the nape of the horse's neck, her hands drifting back from his hips to knead and work his bruised cheeks. Finally, she let out a hot huff as her thick knot ground against the horse's poor, abused asshole.

Leonor replied with a soft whine when Jess ground her hips forward, teasing that battering ram against Leonor's unyielding hole. Leonor did his best to keep himself from working his hips back against that knot, the horse's flared cocktip a mess of precum. Jess let out a predatory growl into the long hair of the horse's mane. "Ready, racehorse? I'm gonna see how fast I can break your ass."

"N-no-oooh!" Leonor moaned.

Jess reached forward, one hand gripping the back of the bound horse's neck as she jerked her hips back, instantly slamming them forward again. Her huge cock plowed into Leonor, and her pre-soaked nuts smacked audibly against the horse's loose pouch. "T-two! Two bananas!" Leonor cried out.

The hoss couldn't see the wicked grin that suddenly spread across Jess's muzzle but he knew her well enough to know exactly what expression she was splitting her face. That train of thought was wrecked, however, as the dobie's hips continued the motion, plowing deep into him. "A-ah, oh, big ones, about the size of your cock!"

Her hips only worked faster, thick pre stringing between their orbs as she plowed the workhorse. She slowed slightly, giving the horse just enough time to beg for it with his 'secrets', rewarding him with a stuffed ass each time he spoke. "T-then, then cream, sugar, cinnamon and a big, oh corps, a big load of cum!"

She slammed into him again, admiring the way his bruised cheeks spread when her knot pushed between them. "Whip it, stiff peaks, then in a pan-Sats, s-so big..."

Jess sped up, in time with the widening of the grin plastered across her muzzle. Her nuts smacked against the horse's sac audibly, providing a lewd percussion rhythm to time the halts in Leonor's speech. Every time that fat dick bottomed out in him he couldn't do anything but moan. "Another banana, oh! Sliced thin. A caramel made with-Fuck! With brandy, plenty of brandy and sugar! Corps, your cock is so fucking big!" Leonor managed as the dobie just kept thrusting.

Jess groaned in pleasure, her nuts smacking against the horse's own. Her knot ground against the horse's loosening hole, feeling the tight entrance gradually yielding to her repeated thrusting. Her fingers tightened, digging roughly into the back of Leonor's strong neck and sore ass. "And the ice cream, bitch? I know there's more!"

Leonor could feel that fat knot battering at his tight hole. He couldn't wait to feel it in him, especially as he felt Jess tensing up above him. He let out a whinny that he hoped wasn't too eager, his thick shaft drooling stick strands of precum onto the bed below him. "C-cheat! With the sauce and the whipped cream, anything decent is, f-fuck, fine! You can just--Oooh, fuck!" Leonor cried out.

As soon as Leonor had finished the recipe, Jess yanked on his shoulder and drove her final, powerful thrust into him. Her fat knot, well-lubed with copious amounts of precum, suddenly slammed into the horse. Jess ground her hips forward instead of retreating, working her knot hard against Leonor's warmed-up entrance. With only a heartbeat of hesitation, the dobie's fat knot popped into Leonor's tight ass.

With a sudden moan, shared by both parties, Leonor's formed tensed up as he suddenly came, hard. Thick shots of seed pulsed from his thick shaft, splashing over the bed and the headboard. His tunnel clenched around that thick cock, every inch of the dobie's hot, throbbing cock embedded so deep inside of him.

Jess couldn't hold back when that tight hole slipped around her knot, clenching down on the very root of her dick. Jess moaned loudly, echoing Leonor's own as her grip dug into Leonor's poor cheek and shoulder, her thick cock pouring huge shots of cum deep into the male. Hot warmth blossomed inside of Leonor, each pulse making that cock twitch inside of his tunnel. Leonor shivered as he felt seed pour into him. The thick knot strained his hole with each throb and the dobie's nuts resting against his own told him that she had much more to give.

Leonor was only able to whine as seed began to drool from his tight rump, pushing past that knot to drip down the back of his heavy nuts and run down the inside of his thighs. His straining cock flexed, dripping the last of his plentiful orgasm out over the soaked sheet below him while Jess's inexhaustible cock kept pumping into him. Seed drooled down his legs, stringing to his hips to mirror the glistening honey that ran in rivulets down Jess's thighs.

Finally, Jess's thick cock began to calm, leaving her throbbing inside the hoss. Hot seed dripped down their balls and soaked the horse's hips. Leonor could feel Jess's hot seed sloshing inside of him, having filled him well past the brim. His gut ached from the amount that Jess had shoved into him and each of Leonor's squirms made more seed drip out around her knot.

Finally, Leonor's panting subsided into a steady giggle that only got louder each time Jess moved behind him. "What's so funny?" Jess asked.

"Banana cream split? That's what you chose for the secret info?" He replied, between giggles.

Jess huffed, putting on a playful pout. "What? The absurdity is fun and it's an innuendo, too!"

"Oh man, if I ever get captured and tortured I am so fucked."

"You look pretty fucked now. I doubt they'd be nicer than me, anyway!"

Leonor glanced back, his hips, legs, and crotch a mess of cum and his cheeks painted with red welts and handprints. "As nice as you? Corps, I'm not gonna be able to sit for days."

"Mhm, but you'll be able to sit again eventually. That's how you know I'm a benevolent overlord."

Leonor chuckled, panting softly as he slowly pulled his hips forward, testing Jess's knot against his poor hole. "Mn, that'll be a moment, " He said, "But you call that benevolent?"

"Well, I am forgiving you for showing off my tits." She said.

"Oh, come on. You flaunt those boobs yourself more than I do." Leonor smirked.

"Well, of course. It would be a shame to hide such a great rack. Want more pictures of them to spread around?"

"Blackmail on you? Corps, sign me the fuck up." Leonor replied.

Jess chuckled and gave another smack to the horse's rear. Leonor hissed through his nostrils before giving a slow groan as Jess slowly pulled back, working to free her thick knot from the male's stuffed rump. With a couple gentle tugs, both of them focused on the delicate operation too much to call anyone a bitch, they both gasped when her throbbing canine cock slipped free of his rump. A rush of heated cum followed, coating the horse's nuts with another coating of the dog's seed. More drooled down his thighs and Jess couldn't resist grinding forward again, admiring her drooling, bright red dick between the horse's abused cheeks. Leonor let out soft, insolent huffs as he was continually used.

"Mnf, you gonna let me out now?" He asked.

"Nah," Jess replied.

Leonor waited for her to continue, but after a few moments of silence while she slowly ground her rod between his cheeks, he whimpered, "Why not?"

"We have some more business to talk about while you suck on my nuts." She said as if the statement was a casual invitation to a business lunch.

Leonor tried not to jump at the chance, slowly nodding as he moved to roll over on the bed. Jess gave another grind to the horse's rump before she let him escape, reaching down to help him over onto his back. The spreaders kept his legs apart and the cuffs still kept his hands together. At least, Leonor could relax enough to let his hands drop to his belly, fingers fondling his cum soaked shaft. He panted softly, licking his lips as he turned to look at Jess.

The dobie crawled up onto the bed, taking a few moments to reorganize the pillows above Leonor. He craned his neck back to watch, but as soon as he did, Jess rolled over onto her cushy throne, planting the horse's muzzle right under her loose nuts. Leonor couldn't help but moan as those cum slick nuts settled on his face. Jess chuckled as she felt his warm, broad tongue slurp up the back of her loose sac. "Mn, can you hear me alright under there, slut?"

Leonor nodded, enjoying the smooth sac flesh rubbing over his snout. Jess grinned, leaning back as she propped her feet up on Leonor's chest, groping his chest with her toes. "So, Leo. I got a contract I've been mulling over that popped up as soon as we rolled in."

Leonor nodded between long slurps over the back of the doberman's large stones. Jess nodded, "It's a long haul job, though. Heavy transport. Satcom needs a Moonpoint-made sat all the way at Antler P14t--you've been to Antler Plateau, right?" She asked.

Leonor moaned his affirmative before he muted himself by pulling one of the dobie's large stones into his mouth. His tongue worked along the mouthful, his jaw aching as that huge ball strained his muzzle. Jess let out a warm sigh, reaching down to pump her messy cock with a hand. Leonor mumbled something around the large nut. Jess chuckled, "Yeah, across the midline desert. It's a month and some change, but it pays out about a year's worth for the mercs. Hazard bonuses too."

Leonor mumbled his understanding, but it was muffled by the horse letting Jess's ball slip from his muzzle, not even pausing to speak before wrapping his lips around the other nut. Jess chuckled to herself, brushing her hair from her forehead as she drooled precum over her tits. "Thing is, they want it done yesterday. If I can get a decent wing together, I want to be rolling tomorrow and I want you leading them."

Leonor mumbled a bit more before he let that ball slip from his muzzle. The dobie's sac was left glistening, resting against his face to strap his snout under her hips. "Mnf, take me out to dinner first if you're gonna propose something like that! But I'm not sure this is the time for me to decide."

"Oh, of course. I'm not nearly through you yet. Just something to think about while I'm riding you." Jess said.

"Corps save me," Leonor said, grinning.

"No corps here, only this ass," Jess replied, pointing to her hips.

Leonor growled happily and Jess shifted positions. She crawled off him, making sure to mash her nuts against his face one more time. Leonor panted softly as she repositioned, not missing the change to lay a kiss on each of those big balls. At least he was mostly recovered from her previous treatment. Well, Leonor thought as his ass stung, as much as he could be.

Jess settled herself down over the horse's hips, reaching down to pull the hoss's cock up against her front. Leonor reached his cuffed hands back to grip the back of the bed as she took over, spending his time admiring the canine.

Her nuts were pressed and separated around the base of his cock. His shaft stretched up in front of her shaft, reaching nearly to the center of her belly. It was hard to measure against her in this position, especially as it mashed up against the warm flesh of her own throbbing shaft. Leonor licked his lips slowly, his eyes tracing over the dog's ample chest as her tip pressed between the underside of her heavy tits. "You know what?" Leonor said.

"Mn, what's that?" She purred.

"I'm in."