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Pigma stood with a hand poised over the door to Wolf's quarters, working up the nerve to knock on it. Wolf had always been demanding, with high standards and harsh words for anyone that didn't meet them, but recently she'd been working into the territory of the unreasonable. It had started with their last departure, where they'd had some cargo to pick up. Pigma had been overseeing the loading, and managed to leave a crate behind, a fact that had only been uncovered once they'd been several weeks underway -- far too late to turn back. Wolf's mood soured with each day following the discovery, until she was snapping at crew members for standing too close, or looking at her the wrong way, or for any other number of obvious excuses to vent her frustration.

So the summons to Wolf's quarters had been followed by a long, heavy-hearted trudge to the door he was standing in front of. Taking another deep breath, Pigma knocked.

The door swung open at the first knock, and the pig was pulled inside with a yelp.

"Hands over your head. Get on the fucking bunk."

Raising his hands up, Pigma backed up slowly.

"Wolf, c'mon, it was just one crate, you can just take it outta my pay, right? No harm?"

The harsh ship lights flashed dangerously off his captain's bared teeth and narrowed eyes. "You have no fucking idea what was in that crate, do you?" Wolf spat. "They were pharmaceuticals. For personal. Fucking. Use." Each word was punctuated with sharper and sharper shoves, the last one bowling him over backwards onto his bed. She stalked forwards, roughly grabbing a hold of his arms. "So you're gonna help me deal with that fuck-up." A series of metallic clicks reached the pig's flattened ears as she snaked a pair of handcuffs around his wrists, ratcheting them to an uncomfortable tightness.

Confusion etched itself across Pigma's face as he struggled to orient himself. He'd been the object of his canine captain's ire on more than one occasion, but the retribution had usually been swift, and simple. Docked pay. Angry tirades. One or two instances where her claws had left rough silver scars across his snout and scalp. The handcuffs were indicative of something more insidious, though. Torture? No, he was supposed to be helping with something. That raised the question of what the 'pharmaceuticals' were referring to. Medication? His eyes narrowed. Drugs? He was weighing the likelihood of begging ameliorating her mood against the likelihood of begging pissing her off more when something small and cellophane-wrapped landed on the bed next to him.

Craning his neck, he managed to bring it into his field of view.

A condom?

A lot of things clicked into place. Wolf's recent reticence to leave her quarters. Her refusal to be around the other members of the crew. The staggering amount of water she was wasting on extravagantly long showers.

A quick glance back confirmed his theory. Wolf had her back to him, busying herself with removing her jacket. The purple leather swung lazily as she tossed it to hang on the bedframe, followed shortly by a black shirt. Porcine eyes roamed back to Wolf's torso just in time; she'd turned slightly, presenting him with the tantalizing profile of her well-muscled back and almost-bare chest. Apprehension turned to anticipation as the reality of the situation sank in, the relieved pig settling back to enjoy the inadvertent show his captain was giving.

And damn, was there a lot to enjoy. The soft mounds her breasts made as they strained against the elastic of her sports bra. The captivating outline of her round, soft ass pressing against tight leather pants as she bent over to unlace her boots. The little shake of her generous hips she had to make to coax her waistband down past her powerful thighs. The downy white fur tracing past the insides of her long legs, disappearing into the nomex stockings she wore in place of a proper flight suit that, in this context, gave her an almost sultry air. Only partially undressed, she turned to reapproach Pigma; the fact that she'd left all her undergarments on save her panties spoke of an impatience bordering on desperation that emboldened the handcuffed pig.

"Well damn Wolf, if you just wanted a lay you could've--" His sentence and stupid, lecherous grin were cut short. Wolf was on him in two steps, eyes flashing and claws bared. He started a nervous swallow, then stopped himself as he became keenly aware of the pulse of his heartbeat pressing an artery in his neck into the point of a claw against his throat.

"Don't get fucking cocky with me. Your qualifications" -- Wolf's eyes narrowed -- "Are that you're the closest warm-blooded thing with a dick around. So you're gonna hold still and shut the fuck up while I do what I want. Do you fucking get me?"

"Y-yes," Pigma's voice was high and shaky with the strain of keeping his head pressed as far back into the bed as possible.

"Good," Her anger faded somewhat and she stood back up. "Then get your pants off."

The handcuffs didn't make it easy, the still-shaking pig sitting up and fumbling at his belt buckle for about ten seconds before an exasperated Wolf slapped his hands away and knelt down by the edge of the bed to do it herself.

The sight of his sharp-tongued and heavy-handed superior officer kneeling by the edge of a bed, staring fervently at his crotch as soft-furred fingers worked at pulling his pants off was the single hottest thing Pigma had seen in his entire life. It was no surprise to him, then, when his full erection popped out as Wolf pulled his underwear down. It did manage to surprise the hapless canine, who had apparently underestimated the distance she needed to keep clear; Pigma's manhood sprang up and to the side, catching her on the cheek and the side of her muzzle with a slap that pushed her entire face to the side.

It took every ounce of willpower Pigma had not to smirk at the expression of indignant shock etched into the wolf's features. He braced himself for an outburst that never came.

Instead, she sat and stared at it for long seconds, a dry, nervous swallow the only movement she made. Recovering her wits, she tore the condom wrapper open, rolling its contents down over her subordinate.

"Alright, bacon boy," Her attempt at reclaiming her previous bravado fell a little flat for Pigma, given that she was looking at his cock and not at him when she said it, "Lie fucking back. And remember," she tore her gaze up with no small amount of effort, "You don't talk. You don't move. You're here to do what I say, and if you fucking forget that, there'll be hell to pay."

Pigma lay back, opening his mouth to assent, but ended up letting out a high, quavering gasp instead as an impatient Wolf lined herself up, then dropped her body down in a single, sudden motion. Pigma's back arched as he struggled not to buck upwards, half of his length buried in the eager wolf. Instinctively, he began bringing his hands down to grab onto her hips, but found them pinned above his head, the canine atop him gripping the chain of the handcuffs with one paw, the other off to the side. Her weight was thrown forward onto her arms, bracing her from sliding any further down as she panted harshly.

"Sh... Shit..." Her eyelids fluttered, eyes unfocused. A thin string of drool dripped out of her slackened jaw, pooling next to Pigma's head. And while the sight was certainly distracting, it wasn't enough to keep him from noticing the cold air wafting against the half of his manhood that wasn't pleasantly buried inside the needy wolf's silken insides. He clenched his jaw, every part of him taut with the effort of working against who-even-knew how many years of feral instinct screaming at him to buck his hips. Sucking air through his teeth, Pigma involuntarily gave one short, shaky jab upwards, and his captain's eyes snapped back into focus.

"No." The word was growled, low and slow and bubbling with a thin undercurrent of threat that was punctuated by the gleaming light of bared fangs that were suddenly very close to Pigma's face. "Stay." It took four long, trembling breaths for him to bring his body back under control. Feeling the tension bleed out of his shoulders, Wolf gave him a toothy, mirthless grin that bordered on a snarl. "Good."

Then she started moving. Her movements were achingly, irritatingly slow, ponderous strokes sliding up and down his length, but never quite hilting all the way. Judging by Wolf's face, it wasn't intentionally teasing; deep pants whistled from her nose as she struggled to get used to his girth, shivers wracking her body in time to her bobbing thighs. The tightness and warmth of her were only distantly tangible to the pig; he could really only feel the layer of latex spread over him, lifeless and dull but for the muted sensation of her pressing walls around it. Small grunts of frustration simmered and died in his throat as the wolf, mindless of his dissatisfaction, continued to ride him.

"F... Fuck, yeah..." The canine, on the other hand, was lost in her own world of bliss. Tongue lolling, she threw her head back and rolled her body in what would've been a long, satisfying grind for the pig beneath if her hips had been a few inches lower. "Shit, stay... Stay just like that, I'm so... So fuckin' close..."

Despite his growing discontentment, Pigma came to the decision that doing anything that might distract her from her current state was probably suicidally stupid. Closing his eyes, he resigned himself to his situation, putting all his effort into keeping as still as possible. It was a lot easier said than done; each withdrawal came with a flaring urge to buck upwards. Each entrance contributed to the mounting pressure in his groin, her walls parting reticently around him, drawing him closer and closer to release even with the condom in the way.

He really didn't want to find out what would happen if he came before she did.

It was starting to feel more and more like he didn't have a choice in the matter, though. He sucked in ragged breaths as his body grew tighter and tighter, shaking with tension beneath the wolf. A stream of approving profanity filled the air as the shuddering canine kept her slow pace, straining to take him each time, until she went still halfway through a stroke, an unintelligible exclamation of relief that was half grunt and half howl drawing itself from her throat as her whole body seized up in time, rhythmic gripping dragging Pigma to the precipice of orgasm. He let out one long, shaking, anticipatory gasp as he felt himself teeter on the edge, each tight wave of pressure bringing him closer, closer, and then...

Nothing.

The loss of sensation was almost painful, a desperate, animalistic vocalisation tearing itself from his throat as he strained against Wolf's grip, hips jabbing wildly in a vain attempt to reinsert himself.

Eventually, the pig became aware of his captain looking down at him with a condescendingly amused expression, her smile a still a little lopsided with post-orgasm drunkeness. He stilled himself, flushing from a mixture of anger and embarassment.

"Not... Not bad, bacon boy," Wolf's voice was slurred, her movements slow and weaving. "Mmm... You have no idea how good that felt. Heh. I'll... I'll let you go, uhh... take care of that," she nodded her head to Pigma's still-twitching erection. "Just gimme, gimme a second..." She leaned against the bedframe, fumbling for a pocket on the jacket hanging off it.

The satisfied canine sank lower and lower on weakening arms as she dragged a key out of her pocket and crawled over to the restrained pig. "Might... Might call you in... tomorrow..." Her voice had gone long and lazy, languishing in an afterglow Pigma definitely wasn't feeling. She reached up, fumbling for the keyhole without looking at it; as Wolf's head drooped down, she pressed her face into the crook of Pigma's neck in an affectionate nuzzle. Her warm breath and soft nose might've been pleasant, if the aching tension in his loins hadn't been proving an extreme distraction.

The cuffs fell off his wrists with muted clicks. Pigma lay there for several drawn-out seconds before gently pushing his captain's head to the side, standing with a grimace and reaching down for his pants. He cut a pathetic figure, cheeks flushed with arousal, embarassment, and irritation. The wolf frowned. She felt... She didn't know how she felt. Maybe it was just the fact that she'd gotten off harder than she could ever remember. Maybe she was just going soft. Either way, it didn't feel right, leaving him out in the cold like this.

"Wait." An air of command returning to her, Wolf had lifted her head up on one arm, turning to him with an inscrutable look. Resolve? Contrition? He couldn't be sure. "Sit back down."

Pigma opened his mouth, closed it, and sat back down, heaving a sigh.

Wolf slunk down from the bed to the ground, legs pooling beneath her, and ran one paw along the inside of Pigma's thigh. The feeling of her claws against his skin raised hairs on the back of his neck.

"Maybe," she said, low and husky, "You've done a just good enough job to earn yourself a bonus." The last few words came out in almost a sigh, a breathy bedroom whisper that seemed very out of place coming out of the same muzzle as a hundred dressing-downs. Both paws came up to smoothly rub against the staring pig's legs. Wolf parted her lips in an easy 'o', hovering them tantalizingly close to Pigma. She held that position, breath warm and paws soft, for almost a full second, before clamping her teeth together in a sharp, short clack.

Pigma jerked backwards like he was on fire before realizing her teeth hadn't sunken anywhere into him, earning a throaty chuckle and a smirk from the wolf at his feet. She drew her head back, pulling the condom now impaled on her fangs along with her. She let it fall to the floor beneath her, then dragged her tongue in a long, hungry lick along the pig's length. A shudder ran through his entire body, and a hand came up instinctively to grasp at her head, stopping halfway as Pigma reconsidered.

Wolf gave an effortless laugh. "You can touch me if you want, this time. I'm not stopping you."

The hand moved, then stopped a hair's breadth from making contact as the wolf resumed her ministrations.

"Um, Wolf?"

Wolf paused, lips parted and tongue barely touching his tip, looking up at him with an expression that managed to be quizzically annoyed. "What?"

"Do... Do wolves really like it when you scratch them behind the ears?"

Her face split into a mischievous grin that was so picturesque it looked rehearsed. Mixed into it was a hint of something that could only be described as wolfishness, a predatorial confidence that stretched the corners of her mouth and danced in her eyes like sparks.

"Try it and find out," the grin widened. "I only bite sometimes." Then she wrapped her muzzle around him, and he grasped at her fur not because of any conscious want, but because the sheer intensity of sensation was doubling him over. Wolf's head bobbed along his shaft; her motion ranged from keeping only the very tip of him in her mouth, eagerly suckling and lapping at his head, to not-quite all the way down, hot breath whistling from her nostrils, the entrance to her throat temptingly soft and pliable against the tip of his cock.

"Oh, holy... Holy shit, Wolf," Both of his hands were grasping her now, one hooked behind her ear, one around her cheek. The extra weight lent a twist to the wolf's strokes, silken tongue wet against him, the sides of her mouth squeezing in a satisfying ebb and flow of sensation. Her pace changed to something hungry, a fervent crease worked into her eyebrows. One paw withdrew from its place on his thigh to gently rub and press at his balls, fur soft against his skin.

"Wolf, I... Haah..." He gave a short buck into her muzzle as her tongue brushed him in just the right spot, then caught himself and glanced down.

There was no remonstration, no angry glare. His captain's eyes were closed in concentration as she worked her way up his shaft. She reached his tip again, tongue swirling in velvety circles, and it was suddenly too much. He tensed as he was overcome by an urgent need to feel the hot pressure of her muzzle against every part of him, and he thrust forward, dragging the wolf's head down with both hands. There was a brief pause when he hit the back of her throat, a low growl of effort rumbling against him from within Wolf's chest, and then he was hilted in her, the head of his cock wrapped in a soft, rippling paradise as Wolf gagged, steadied herself, then gagged again. He pushed down even harder, crotch crumpling her nose, the first wave of cum spilling into her as he released a night's worth of pent-up frustrations into warm, willing wolf muzzle.

"Fuck... Fuuuck..." Pigma's voice was hoarse, short, shuddering bucks into Wolf's mouth accompanying his exclamations with wet shlicks. As the tension faded from his body and his attention widened to things beyond pumping seed into the tightness surrounding his dick, he became suddenly aware of the fact that he was grinding into his captain's mouth, tugging on her ear with what must have been an unpleasant amount of force. "Oh, shit--" The second he released his grip, Wolf drew her head back, gasping and coughing as a stream of saliva and semen dripped from her mouth.

"Jesus, Pigma." She spat onto the ground, wiping at drool that had leaked down the side of her face. "Really didn't think you had it in you to finish up like that."

A few tense seconds passed.

"Not gonna lie, that was kinda hot." Pigma looked up incredulously; Wolf was staring at him with an intense sort of interest.

"Now see, the problem with that is," the canine set one elbow on the bed, lounging against it and stretching her legs out, "You've gone and gotten me horny again. And that..." She kicked at the torn pile of latex on the ground, "Was my only rubber."

Wolf blew a strand of hair out of her face, pondering.

There was no denying the flash of arousal she'd felt when she tried to pull her head back and found herself unable. It was... curious. She hated to admit it, but her experience in this area was pretty limited; her fearsome reputation wasn't really doing wonders for her sex life. Wolf snuck a glance at Pigma. He was cute, she guessed, in a weird, ugly-kicked-puppy sort of way. Certainly not the worst candidate if she wanted to dabble even further with fraternization, or to try to sate her current curiosity. But how to coax the behavior she wanted out of her cowardly crew member? She tapped at the problem a bit, clawed fingers drumming on her leg, and came to a decision.

"Didn't wanna make a mess of my sheets, but screw it. You're clean, right?"

It took Pigma a second to figure out what she was asking. "Yeah?"

"Move back a bit." She clambered onto the bed and pulled a foil packet out of her jacket. It crinkled in her paws, a small syringe dropping into her palm. "Come over here."

"Uhhh..." Pigma moved back even further, pressing himself as far away from the outstretched paw as he could.

The canine rolled her eyes. "It's a stim, Pigma. I'm not gonna sit around for half an hour while you get it back up again, and I'm really not in the mood to teach you how to eat a girl out." When Pigma hesitated, she pressed. "It's safe, really. I use them for concentration when I'm piloting. They're fucking IFA approved."

The pig shifted uneasily, then extended his arm.

"Atta boy." He watched the clear liquid drain into his veins.

It wasn't quite like the world had grown more vibrant, like the lights above had gotten brighter. More like he was suddenly more aware of how bright the lights really were, more aware of the colors around him. He was aware of a million different things at once, the air moving against all the different parts of his skin, the brush of soft sheets under his hands, the way the light glinted off Wolf's eyes as she looked at him.

Then he was aware of every curve of her body, the grace and power each curve implied, the way her muscles rippled under her fur as she shifted position ever so slightly. He was struck by a desire to touch her, so he did, one hand easily settling into the curve of her waist as he drew just close enough to feel her warmth. A second wave of desire struck him, and he felt his arousal swelling, pressing and dripping into the sheets. He caught a glance of something, and a third desire crossed his mind. He paused, some ghost of a previously imprinted social inhibition managing to work its way through the haze of the drug.

"Can I... Can I put the cuffs on you?"

The wolf let out a surprised bark of laughter. "Well, look at the balls on you." A playful smile danced across her face. "All right." She held her paws out to him.

"Not... Like that. Roll over?"

"Oh?" The canine raised an eyebrow. "But that would put me in such a compromising position," she purred, nevertheless rolling over onto her stomach.

She had to admit, there was a bit of a thrill as she felt, but didn't see, the pig move behind her. His voice was husky in her ears, and she shivered as he spoke. "Forward a bit." Wolf started as she felt a hand pressing against her ass, squeezing before pushing her a little closer to the end of the bed.

"What're you..." Her question was answered even as she asked it as her subordinate cuffed her, threading the chain through bars on the bedframe so her hands were tied in place; she had a bit of slack to either side, but otherwise she was quite stuck.

"Oh, no," Wolf chuckled, making a show of testing the bounds of her restraints. "It looks like my little piggy's managed to catch himself a big, bad wolf." She looked backwards, eyes half-lidded, as she raised herself up on her knees, back arched and head pressed into the mattress as she swayed her ass back and forth, tail flagging to the side. "I wonder what he plans on doing with her."

"Stick around," Pigma murmured into her ear, "And you'll find out." He nibbled at her ear, creeping kisses down the side of her face and neck as his hand traced along the hard muscles and soft fur of her stomach, trailing down her thigh and around to cup the curve of her ass. She could feel the tip of him lined up with her entrance, the pulsing heat tantalizing against her, and she gave a small whine of need as his firm grip on her butt kept her hips where they were. The whine became a growl when she gave another futile squirm backwards, realizing that she was actually being teased.

"The first order of business," The smirk was evident in Pigma's voice even if she couldn't see his face, "Is to see if the big bad wolf will beg for it."

"And what if the wolf said," Wolf let some gravel sneak into her voice, "That as the pig's commanding goddamn officer, she was ordering him to fuck her?"

"Then the pig would say," A hand slipped into Wolf's bra, squeezing until she gasped, "That that's close enough for him."

Then he gave her a bite on the neck that was so hard she yipped in surprise, the exclamation tailing off into a drawn-out moan when the pig on top of her sank inch by straining, filling inch into her.

She'd somehow forgotten just how hard she'd had to work to take him the first time around. He was moving just fast enough to be uncomfortable, the weight of his hips driving his shaft unceasingly into her, each textured fold gripping at him before reticently parting before his steady, sure thrust.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he reached the furthest point she'd managed to take him before, then just kept fucking pressing. Throaty whimpers filled the air when the wolf reached back to hold his hips in place, paws jerking midway with the metallic clank of her handcuffs hitting the frame. It finally sank in just how helpless she actually was in her current position, how much control the pig had over her body. "Sh, shit... Pig... Hey..." She couldn't seem to complete a sentence; fuck, she couldn't even keep her knees from shaking as her body tensed and clenched around the invading member.

Not that there was much she could've said to stop him at that point. The lucky pig let out an extended, satisfied groan as he plunged into the wide-eyed wolfess, luxuriating in the feeling of spreading her around him, sinking deeper into her warm, tight depths until he bottomed out, tip pressing into a supple, pliable resistance despite the fact that their hips hadn't yet met.

That wouldn't do at all; Pigma would be damned if he didn't finally hilt her after going to all this effort. He didn't pull his hips back to prepare another thrust so much as he dragged the rest of his body forward, unwilling to withdraw even an inch from her inviting passage.

Wolf, meanwhile, was still struggling to recover from the shock of suddenly having to contend with more dick than she knew what to do with. She'd had to struggle to take even half of him earlier, and now found herself going from empty to full of a mind-melting, throbbing sensation that was stretching her almost painfully wide, straining insistently against the entrance to her womb. Her whole body was shaking as she scrabbled to pull herself away, get some moment of reprieve, but her trembling arms refused to obey her, clutching uselessly at the sheets instead. She gasped as Pigma walked himself forwards, and she realized what he was gearing up to do half a second before he did it. An uncharacteristic bolt of fear struck her. "H-hey, Pigma, hold up--"

The full weight of the pig's solid belly and hips slammed into Wolf's body as he finally hilted his defenseless wolf bitch, a squeezing ring of tightness surrounding the tip of his cock as he penetrated her innermost region. He ground once, and his captain stiffened beneath him, shakes wracking her entire body as she came, tearing the bedsheets between her fangs to stop herself from outright howling. "Oh, fuck, please, just... slow down a sec..."

Pigma either didn't hear her or didn't give a shit; grasping her hips tightly, he started fucking her at his own pace. Heavy, violent thrusts pounded the wolfess into a mess of quivering thighs and groaning oaths. It felt so good, taking her like this. And it wasn't the sensation of her spasming walls, it wasn't the feeling of her body yielding to him again and again, it wasn't the sight of her spread across the bed that made it so good, it was the fact that it was her. He'd seen her fly; he'd seen her fight. She was efficient and confident and intense, she was strong and sure and powerful. She was probably the single most deadly mercenary in the galaxy, and she was completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but cry out as he rammed himself into her over and over and over again.

Then he hilted her one final time, as deep as he had ever gone, and they both groaned in unison as he came, rope after rope of hot cum pouring into her as the pig emptied himself with shuddering gasps.

They collapsed onto the bed as one, a tangle of spent limbs and satisfied sighs.

Wolf reached back, claws brushing Pigma's leg as he began to pull out. "Wait, no... Keep, keep it in. I can... I can still feel you leaking into me."

"Mm, all right..." The pig agreed, kissing the back of her ears before pausing and looking up.

The cuffs hung empty on the bedframe.

"How did you..." He looked down at the wolf in his arms.

She turned just enough so he could see a mischievous, wolfish grin. "Now what kinda girl would I be if I didn't have a trick for slipping cuffs?" She faced forward again, head collapsing into the hollow of Pigma's chest and shoulder. "You can keep at my ears, by the way, it's nice."

He obliged, and pleasant, warm minutes passed between the two of them.

Pigma's head was just starting to droop when Wolf spoke up again.

"Hey, bacon boy."

"Mmffh?"

"Watcha doing tomorrow night?"