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Two out of three bests friends decided to travel into space in search of rare materials. Versal had a timid demeanor as always. He was a shy, tan-furred Fox with soft blue eyes, baring white fur at the dipstick end of his tail, the same hue frosting the tuft of his chest, and at the tips of his ears. His fur continuously rode up into an unattractively baggy, extra-large space suit. It was heavy, but it worked nonetheless. Accompanying him was his bestie, Neliot; A DeerCat hybrid, with gray clopping hooves, branching white antlers, cute whiskers, kitty-claws, and a blue flowing pantherine tail... Neliot's personality was something between a special and typical kind of mildness. The hybrid was more laidback than a sloth overdosing on chill-pills. Yet despite his slothful appearance, he always had a knack for fixing anything broken. Hands-down, the most chillaxed guy Versal had ever known. His fur was a pallet of mostly icy blue and bright white. He laxly reclined back in the Captain's office chair, exuding his authoritative, yet carefree aura.

Even with light-speed mechanisms installed in their ship, space travel could be quite tiring. First time around, they'd passed Planet Demure twice, due to not properly adjusting coordinates. Then, they almost crash-landed on Dractalis, a haven-world of Dragons. They also did well to avoid what many called "The Wild Planet". Neliot hastily steered their ship as far away as possible from Planet Vuspoduma, which was currently undergoing its own unique Prehistoric age. Nobody wanted to interfere with that. Especially when each World had its own magic, and the inhabitants of that wild World were far from mastering their own. In a Universe where Galaxies and stars brimmed richly with the arcane, adventuring through the Cosmos could become something strange, or even dangerous at times.

Neliot and his friend Versal each hailed from different regions of Planet Virt; A relatively peaceful world, renowned for its naturally-occurring, geological electricity. Neliot was a classic, kickback inhabitant of the "Cryo"-virtian populous, meaning he came from the arctic regions of his Planet. While Versal, being a rather shy Fox, had grown up in the neutral areas of their Planet, being neither icy nor fiery. Their friend Tylus hadn't came along on their little space trip, being the stubborn stereotype that he was. "Pyro"-Virtians usually were an obstinate sort, after all.

Neliot, as Captain of the 'Spark-Angel', flew and steered his ship. Crude, edgy Tylus, their bestie, would've immediately deemed that name 'gay', then kicked Neliot in the leg for good measure. ...This was partly why he wasn't there... But it was mostly because he told them "Sorry, I have shit to do". Completely dry of Tylus's aggressive humor, Neliot snapped his fingers in boredom, flickering frigid blue sparks from his paw-tips, for what minuscule entertainment it provided. Cold air filled the Captain's main control room, making his friend Versal shiver. Versal was too reserved and shy to say much, so only when he came to the point of sneezing, did Neliot actually come to his senses and stop.

"Oh... Sorry Verse." He apologized, scratching his back carelessly. "You okay?" Versal simply gave a forgiving smile. With the two of them, awkward silence became the norm throughout the trip. Neliot broke that silence every so often, though not because he was feeling awkward. "So, we're almost there... 'Zepafont'... Bro, can you imagine all the treasures we'll find there? It's like, THE Virtian dream, my guy." Versal simply gave a silent nod in agreement. At first, Versal's friends weren't sure why he'd suddenly mustered enough courage to embark on an adventure like this. It wasn't like him in the slightest. But little did they know, Versal's mind was fixated on mining the priceless alloys on Zepafont, in order to make a precious ring. He wanted to give such a treasure to the girl he had tremendous love for, as a token of his confessions. She was a beautiful Pyrovirtian Wolfess, someone he knew since childhood, always with a bubbly, confident personality. He admired her in every possible way imaginable. And he'd gladly risk his life traveling across 9 Planets for her.

Though despite his ambitiousness, Versal was too shy to simply walk up to her, to confess his innermost feelings out of the blue. Social anxiety was a major struggle in various facets of his life. Versal knew if he had some token of his affection for her, the process would be less difficult. Plus, she meant the whole Universe to him. Just thinking of her name brought joy to his heart.

. . .'Flara'. . .

If Versal was going to gift Flara with anything, it'd be something from nearly every Virtian's favorite Moon; Zepafont. Being all the way on the other side of the System, its treasures were all-the-more sought after by their Planet's inhabitants. The technological benefits this Moon could provide with its materials were also unparalleled. Although, those aspects were not what he sought out. Neliot turned for a moment, looking away from the HUD. Neliot's lazy smile grew, having noticed the blush on Versal's half-nervous, Daydreaming face. "You okay there, bud?" Neliot teased humorously. Versal snapped back to reality. "Yes!" He blurted out, making it sound more rushed than intended. A plethora of muffled chuckles sounded from his friend, before he switched gears to auto-pilot. He got up, dressed in a much tighter suit, being slightly larger than Versal.

"Versal, my friend. You won't need to daydream by the time we get that loot back to our Planet." He patted him on the back nonchalantly. "Besides, Flara loves the fuck out of you, regardless of wether you give her a gift." Versal's heart skipped once, chinning up with hopeful eyes. His friend was intuitively observant as always. "Y-you.. Really think so?" He asked with interest, unsure of how he guessed his Daydreams. Neliot flashed a concerned leer, leaving the main deck in temporary silence. It was that questioning glare. Versal became nervous from the prolonged staring. "You're pulling my leg, right?" Neliot asked wittily. Versal didn't answer, eyes looking back and forth in confusion. His friend sighed in defeat. "C'mon! You know Flara's had a titanic crush on you since childhood, right?" Versal's face lit up, becoming readable as always. "I mean, there's no way you're this dense, bro." Neliot shrugged in a carefree retort.

'Wait, seriously?' He thought. Versal looked down, reminiscing back at the times Flara had come off a little more affectionately than usual. There were countless times, and it so happened that Versal was too dumb to realize what these signs meant. Once, she'd even slept with him, but only because her home had been destroyed by a magnetic sandstorm, and he had only one bed. Versal didn't know why he thought he imagined it when Flara snuggled up to his shoulder that Night, giving him a loving lick on his cheek. It felt like a perfect dream. "Oh Gods... I am dense.." Versal muttered, thinking back to those precious times.

Neliot wasn't deaf. "Geez, you sure are. Even after that time she slept with you." He agreed passively. "Life isn't some PG movie, buddy. She has the hots for you, in like, ten different ways." Neliot held a sympathetic expression, showing he hadn't lied. Versal began to spout the most words he'd ever said on any trip. "Wow... I.. I never knew. I always thou-"

*Versal's response was cut short by a violent tug of gravity. The brute force practically swatted him up into the ceiling. There was hardly any time to react. Suddenly, alarms blared into chaos. Red and yellow lights flashed all over the hud, announcing "WARNING, CENTRIPETAL ANOMALY!" In large transparent red letters. An abrupt cacophony of blasts took them by surprise. As pilot, Neliot didn't panic, but was still having trouble getting up. His teeth clenched as he struggled up to his hooves, working to stand against the ship's mighty tremors. Steadily focusing his magic, vivid blue sparks traveled down his legs, flowing into the metal floor, allowing himself to stay put with ease. "Ah crud! I left it on autopilot for too long!" He complained casually, trying his best to sound calm. Either way, Versal was still frightened beyond belief. The ship was too stupid to automatically avoid hazardous areas, so now they were screwed. All thanks to technology. The dropping sensation felt like a dive on a rollercoaster, multiplied by a dozen. The poor Fox could only shed fearful tears as he completely forgot to magnetize himself for impact. *

Neliot's attention aimed towards his friend, noticing he hadn't properly braced himself. "Fuck! Versal, you gotta use your magne-" All of the sudden, clashes made it impossible to hear. Parts of the ship had been ripped off, torn away by the unknown anomaly. The ship's automated audio blared. "Warning! Prepare for crash landing!" The computer warned repeatedly, red letters blinking. A detailed 3D map of Planet Demure glitched in and out, a red line connected to a pinging dot, signifying which location they were most likely to crash. Versal's brain was too panicked to follow instructions. It was after this, that his surroundings flashed... Then everything went black. A deafening silence took over, instilling complete and utter unconsciousness. Time was nonexistent, and neither light nor darkness could be remembered in Versal's comatose state. If one were aware during this time, they may describe it as mind-numbingly peaceful.

Deafening silence, deeper and darker than the voids of space. That piercing, sensationless oblivion had to end at some point. The first thing Versal felt was pain. Excruciating heartbeats pulsed within his head, awakening him into a new World. Suddenly he could hear himself faintly breathing. It took a good while for the extra dense darkness to clear up, revealing that lighter shade that showed up whenever his eyes were closed.

Mind utterly dazed and disoriented, Versal's eyes slowly peeled open. The curtain of his eyelids lifted, curiously spotting two blurry faces looming over him; One red, and the other blue. The atmosphere felt unfamiliar somehow. At first, Versal thought the figures were his two best friends, Neliot and Tylus. As if somehow, they were brought back home. Perhaps they nursed him back to health, and were now awaiting his recovery? Before Versal worried about how long they bothered to take care of him, he was thrown off by an unexpected detail. The blurry figures exchanged glances to each other as they spoke. However, the two voices differed from the personages he remembered. These were distinctly female. This threw his mind towards an infinite number of contingencies. He tried to listen to their conversation, easily noticing their voices were each attractive in their own uniqueness. The red one was a little rough, though in a charming, feminine way. The blue one was soft and beguiling, like a siren's song. He didn't know what they were saying, his mind not having adjusted to full consciousness yet. A few strange sentences were heard out of context though. The more he listened, the more it felt like space-time was spinning around him. However, that was most likely the concussion.

"Are you sure he's not Demurian? He better not be!" The mysterious voices echoed through his mind, getting louder as his consciousness gradually returned. "Trust me, sharing won't be an issue." The second voice replied. Features of keener detail faded into view. That red blur Versal saw moments ago, revealed itself as a radiant, rubescent Dragoness. Her resplendent scarlet skin was smooth like a snake's, mixed with patches of crimson fur below her waist. Her scalp had inordinately long ears, and was adorned with golden crests lining down her back. The Dragoness' tail took up a ridiculous distance in length. Versal peered into her golden-yellow eyes, her forehead baring deep protruding rubies that branched out like crystalline antlers. Looking to the right, Versal saw the towering figure of a turquoise Wolfess, adorned with a shimmering white mane, and canine ears larger than normal. Her eyes were like sapphires, and her canid nose a darker blue. She smiled as she noticed him focusing on them. From where they stood, he looked endearingly cute.

The setup was unlike any other bedroom he'd ever seen. Every wall had an image flawlessly carved into it, like imbedded statues depicting vast 3D murals of mountains, stories, tribes, and magic artifacts. Versal knew Demurians were natural architects, due to a special magic that allowed them to rematerialize and dematerialize matter, controlling wherever the vapor-dust went. Even the ceiling had intricate carvings of ancient wyverns, and angelic behemoths soaring the heavens. To think they built this amazing art, with nothing but their powers... 'Impressive' would be a crass understatement.

"Hey there, cutie~" She said in a jovial singsong tone. Her body leaned in. He could see the details in her corneas, patterns like blue galaxies. Her friend stood further away, to the left, leering at him salaciously. The ruby-studded Dragoness wore next to nothing, casually flaunting a disheveled colorless loincloth, along with a thin gray bra, barely keeping her breasts contained. Her thin crimson fur displayed vibrant contrast against the sleek smoothness of her skin. He beheld stripes with lighter hues of red lining the fur along her waist. Versal began to blink excessively, mind trying to wrap itself around what exactly was happening. The cyan Wolfess had a modest matching dress of blue silken cloth, patterned with arcane white symbols glowing slightly through the fabric. It didn't take long for Versal's face to flush at the radiant site of these two stunning females. They each awaited a response. Perhaps a reasonable question, like 'Where am I?' or 'Who are you?'... Yet they simply observed his expanding red blush, as he silently looked up at them, face flushing in awe.

Looking down at himself, Versal suddenly noticed he was lying on a large indigo bed, soft thick sheets covering him from the stomach-down. Strange black bandages had been wrapped over his right leg, and some around his left forearm. They were infused with some kind of special medicine. His spacesuit had been removed, and a new change of fresh, white shorter clothing had been applied. Versal, being the shy Fox that he was, tried to speak... But only ended up choking out a few awkward noises. Their alluring figures weren't just beautiful, but also greatly intimidating, towering over 2 feet taller than he was, which totaled to about 7 feet. "Is he in shock?" The Wolfess asked, her expression filled with concern. "Whatever he is, that adorable face has me going insane." The Dragoness replied, cathartically reaching under her bra. Versal's eyes widened in disbelief as she fondled herself, languidly sticking out her long, thick tongue as it slicked around her muzzle. His attempts to speak were currently quivering under the nervous tremble of his voice. "W... Wh.. Wha-"

"Drudy, stop it! You'll make him faint again!" The Wolfess pleaded. She scooched in front of Versal, in order to block her friend's sultry teases. 'Did she just say 'again'..?' Versal thought, perplexed. He didn't remember anything that'd happened, even a portion of the memorable travels he'd been on with his friend were null, blank to his memory. Did this same incident really happen before? For the time-being, he couldn't remember much of anything. His confusion grew. The Wolfess spoke kindly, putting her hand on his cheek. Her soothing caress slowly ruffled through his fur, making him smile involuntarily. Versal tried not to love how intimate her hand felt, reminding himself not to melt under that comforting touch. Her claws positioned his face towards hers, greeting him with a lovely set of blue eyes. "Hey, I want you to pay close attention, okay?" She asked with a gentle demeanor. "How many claws am I holding up?" Her hand held up three cyan fingers, each baring a short white claw. Versal finally spoke, albeit faintly. "Uhh.. Three?" Her ears twitched slightly, happy to hear the Fox speak. "So, he does speak." Drudy stated gladly, unhinging the straps on her bra. She held the fabric close, barely keeping it over her ebony tit. "Then that means... He can consent." She offered, exuding clear hints of sexually aggressive nuances.

The Wolfess jerked a judging glance. "Drudy, control yourself! He's badly injured, can't you see that!?" The Dragoness seemed peeved by her scolding words, trailing a faint growl before responding. Her arguments aggressively rang back. "I didn't mean NOW, you dumbass!" Versal listened to their argument trail on casually, taking into account they sounded strangely like his best friends. But the reality was obvious, judging by their competitive natures. These two were Demurian females! Possibly the horniest Planetary race in the entire Jerabim System! Demurians valued males more than they valued life itself, due to their race consisting of 98% females, and 2% males. Oh yes, boys were indeed rare, especially ones about as youthful as Versal and Neliot. '...Wait a minute... Neliot!'

Versal leaned up too quickly, sending a shock of pain through his arms and shoulders. "Neliot!!" He yelled with worry, his memory restoring the meaningful talk they had on their ship. "My best friend!" He winced again in pain, from the force of sitting up. With an added yelp, he attracted concern from the two beauties in front of him. They immediately went silent, both looming over him with fixed concern. "Your best friend? That cute hybrid we found with you?" The Dragoness asked, voice laced with concern. She was genuinely every bit worried for their wellbeing, even strapping her bra back on as she prepared to listen. "It's alright, your friend just has a few burns. Nothing's broken." She paused a few seconds, her voice suffusing into lower tones. "And his body's recovery, is just... Amazing." She let out a deep trill, clearly insinuating something innuendous. Her friend softly elbowed her in the ribs. "Drudy..." She scolded her once more in a hush.

She responded with irritation, coming off combative. "Shut up, Lura! I'm trying to remember the taste of his cum. Can't stop thinking about that flavor..." She let out a sigh, snaking her own tail up her own thighs, easily reaching past the disheveled loincloth. The fabric simply hung down on the front side. In all honesty, it served as more of an extremely lewd adornment, rather than a real article of clothing. Drudy's tail snaked towards her own exposed labia, dexterously slithering between her airtight nether lips. She began to moan lightly, disregarding the fact that two individuals were clearly within earshot. Blatantly ignoring their culture's unacceptabilities of certain social behavior, her tail continued to shove further in a steady motion, languidly pumping through, pushing her own delicate walls apart. She'd done it right in front of them, letting Versal watch reluctantly. "Aaahhh, yes... I think I'll have that drink again. Have fun, you two." She licked her chops, her large tongue slowly swirling around her maw as she ambled beyond the leftward archway.

With that, Drudy sauntered out of the room, her tail trailing behind her shapely rear after flicking away a coating of feminine arousal from the tip. Versal's heart thrummed like a drum. His eyes kept darting between the rubescent Dragon disappearing through the threshold, and this white-maned Goddess, still smiling happily, adoring his deeply blushing face. Her face held the expression of infatuation. He had the indigo sheets pulled over his muzzle, revealing only his sky-blue eyes. All of this Demurian lewdness was starting to excite him, albeit against his intentions. Luckily they'd dressed him in the enclosed fabric below, which hid his throbbing length. Versal couldn't believe what he'd been hearing, combined with how stunning these Demurians were. Their bodies moved so languidly, so sultrily, with such majesty. To top it off, they were amazingly talented artistically. He felt embarrassed, knowing his virgin parts below were throbbing with irrational frustration. His paws covered his eyes as a bright red blush suffused underneath his fur.

That didn't help him look any less cute, especially in the eyes of the female Demurian Wolf wantonly looming above him. Her hand rubbed over his shoulder, doing her best to comfort him. Her thumb-claw gently caressed the fur of his neck. She let out a careful "Sssshhhh..." Her voice growing only more soothing. "It's okay. Your friend is fine, you can count on it. Our magic has resolved much worse." She assured him with a sweet smile. Lura's expression had grown somewhat flirtatious, tail wagging behind her azure dress as she drew closer. "We were looking through the observatory, and we saw your jets get torn apart by the magnetic Continent of Zepafont. Nobody ever looks into these things before they visit these sectors." She looked worried upon mentioning this, but fell back into infatuation instantly. Her other hand laid on the other side of his shoulder, then both sets of digits began to curl in. What a pleasant feeling it was. Her claws improved the overall sensations, alleviating itches Versal didn't know he had.

Her breath fell with an elated sigh as her sapphire eyes fluttered at him. She was most likely enjoying this more than he was. After all, this was an impossible dream. An outright fantasy to countless needy females living on Planet Demure, just to SEE a real living male... Of any kind. And to cherry-top this perfection, he was cuter than a button. "You were scaring your friend a while earlier." She mentioned, still keeping her claws on his chest, raking through soft furry tuft, until an anxious shudder helplessly blew from Versal's muzzle. She continued talking, while scratching his itches, despite an increasingly nervous expression flushing over his face. "Your memory has been a little skippy for the past few hours. That poor boy kept limping in here to check on you, but you'd forget your conversations every few minutes."

Versal's breaths grew greater in pace, body warming up with each intimate stroke gliding through his soft fur, flicking tiny sparks around her digits through the discharge of static electricity. Her claws pulled slowly down at the indigo covers, unmasking the bulge throbbing against his resilient white shorts. Lura basked in the sound of his huffs as they grew louder, lowering her head, and nuzzling the hardness beneath his clothes. Her hand-paws rested along each of his inner thighs. At long last, she tugged the covers completely off, exposing his concealed stiffness. "I can tell you're a virgin. Poor thing... So nervous." She said lustfully, her tongue slipping out in a tasteful stroke against the bulging fabric. Blood pumped rapidly through his erection, filling his spire with sensitive rigidity. "Umm... M-miss?" He stuttered, feeling her tongue dragging against the thin fabric as she undid the buttons. "Hold on, I.. I have a girlfr- Ahhh!" In a single movement, her dexterous claws undid everything, not even revealing his shaft long enough to identify its shape. As quickly as it was pulled out, her heated maw caught the phallus, immediately massaging it inside her snug embrace.

Everything about his reaction was addictive in her eyes; His breathing, the taste of his rigid malehood, that youthful fresh scent which wafted from his fur, and into her nose as her maw hilted around his knot. His soft male texture pulsated against the threshold of her throat, her smooth tongue writhing underneath to glean more of his intimate flavor. Being confined to rest-off his injuries left his body without physical contact for nearly a Week... However, Versal was unaware of this fact, only feeling the magnified pleasure of squelching flesh sucking around his sensitive shaft. Her golden eyes hazed over with lust, pushing the knot against the back of her tongue. Escalating heartbeats thrummed against his chest until a gasp shot from his muzzle. His paws landed behind her fluffy ears as she milked his cock. Versal's pleasure vented out in lewd shocks of arousal jolting through his body, causing him to shout his thanks for Lura's sodden ministrations.

"Aaahhh, th-thank... You...!" He blurted blissfully, releasing a copious stream of warm seed down her throat. He's said it automatically, taken into bliss by that great release. Lura's sapphiric circles glanced in his direction, causing his face to turn cherry-red at his own remark. Versal's claws gripped the sheets in bunches as he felt her hands press down on his thighs, shifting her maw just enough to leak some of his essence over her tastebuds. Lura's tail wagged excitedly, gulping down every spurt he had to offer. Her expression bordered on elation as she swirled her tongue around his swelling member, excited as though she'd won a massive reward, or had finally achieved a lifelong dream. However, a look of visible worry displaced her joyous expression just as her gaze panned off to the side. It seemed as though she'd realized something awful.

Her maw separated from his shaft for a moment, allowing her to speak, tongue sweeping away thin traces of semen around her muzzle. Though her face seemed troubled, she couldn't help but sound out a distracted hum, basking in the taste of his essence. Then it was back to that concerned face again. "Oh no... Oh no, no, no! I fucked up!" She said worriedly, her besotted face showing a tinge of regret. Unable to respond, Versal let each heavy breath slowly ebb away, as his chest heaved up and down, muzzle hanging open in minor fatigue. "Wha... What..?" He managed to force out. Her visage swept back to its demurrer state, flashing a coy look of sorrow. "I just realized what you were about to tell me... But that's not the worst if it, is it?" She replied with noticeable distress, appearing both ashamed and deeply troubled.

"Ooh... R-right..." Versal stuttered out, realizing he'd just given away his virginity to this perfect stranger. He thought on it for a moment, coming to terms that his potential Soul-Mate couldn't be his first anymore. Flara was supposed to be his first, and somehow, he blew it! His body trembled, feeling heartbroken over what he did, even if it wasn't entirely his fault. "Aw, nooo!" He shouted, holding his head in disbelief as his expression turned completely pale. If he could, he'd blame it on the slight concussion. Or maybe that combined with being in the heat of the moment. But the feeling was all the same... He felt like a traitor. Lura's face held a look of fear. Oddly, her reaction appeared worse than his, making his situation seem like spilt milk. For some reason, her eyes were widened with terror. Versal was able to get over himself enough to flash a quizzical glance her way. 'Is she okay?' He thought silently, deadpanning a gaze tinctured with mild worry.

"Are you... Alright?" He asked shyly. Her eyes were lost in another place, as if witnessing some post-traumatic flashback. "Oh Gods... Drudy!!" She called out, facing the other room. Versal didn't like how it sounded, as if somebody had stopped breathing. But in actuality, she was panicking over something next to his bed, placed atop a well-carved nightstand. Expecting to find some kind of venomous creature, or a detrimental element their race couldn't be around, Versal instead, found himself looking at his own open wallet, revealing a digital ID which listed his basic information. His age was labeled under his name and gender, reading 18 Years old. All the objects that'd been in his pockets before the accident were organized neatly along the surface. Lura ran into the other room, leaving poor Versal absolutely puzzled beyond belief.

She stormed into the room, where she saw Drudy completely nude, busy riding the much smaller creature below her, her back practically undulating with each languid push towards Neliot's pelvis. Hooved legs stuck out from beneath her, their guest completely losing himself to Drudy's gratifying weight straddling firmly into him. His antlers bounced above the duo, inching up and down as her lithe curvatures sank around his cock. "Oooh, good boy... Such a damn cutie." She murred in breathy moans, cupping her amply uncovered breasts as her thick tail pressed against his balls with her shapely rear. A giddy smile sunned over her face, smitten with Neliot's kickback expression. His Feline visage stuck out with a pair of oddly shaped cervine ears, each twitching cutely as she pressed her hugging tunnel deeper around his phallus. She let out an animalistic cry of sheer carnality, enjoying the ministrations of a real-live, actual male organ. Hoisted up from his back by her powerful arms, her claws planted his face into her breasts, smothering his features in her soft malleable cushions. "So...I've seen a few adult videos. Is it true that males love boobs?" She asked, rubbing them erotically around his face. She leaned him up, Neliot still ejaculating torrents into her tight-gripping snatch as her limber figure still rode against him. Drudy's face hazed over with relief, feeling him fill her uterus to the brim with a refreshingly cool sensation. He let out a sharp gasp, head spinning with orgasmic sensations as his hooves trembled.

His cum had a relaxing effect on her, releasing tingly currents of electricity that made her flesh spasm around his cock, forcibly contracting to the point of her releasing a hedonistic wail of ecstasy. Lura watched their amorous sequence, wide-eyed with distraction. She shook her head, snapping out of an aroused trance. "Drudy, I... REALLY don't want to say this! But you have to stop what you're doing!" She said urgently, drawing each of their attention. Drudy twisted around, just enough to glare at her friend with obvious irritation. Even with such an intrusion, she still resumed grinding over his waist, letting leakages of hybrid spunk seep out and around their interlocked flesh. Ignoring her besty's interruption, she turned back around, leering lovingly into the hybrids frosty blue eyes. "Gods, you're such a wonderful.... -Whatever you are." She sighed, as if immersed in a dream, reverberating deep growls that rattled the walls and bedding underneath them, straddling her hips forward, roiling their combined fluids together, again and again as their flesh throbbed repeatedly.

"Mmmgh! C'mmt Breeve!" His voice blared, muffled by the warm caress of her boobs pillowing into his face. She scratched lovingly behind his ears as the same digits kept his face forcibly planted into her Heavenly chest. "Come-again? 'You want to see?' Wow, you really do like these~." She smiled, keeping him in place as her tight throbbing cunt drained his balls of all vestiges of cum. Her other hand rubbed delicately under his tail, pressing the flats of her fingers lightly against his tailhole, temporarily increasing his throbs as she coaxed out a few stronger spurts. Lura sighed impatiently, though unable to help herself from feeling a strong sense of arousal, witnessing their salacious display. "Drudy, he's saying 'I can't breathe!' Get your boobs out of his face!" She urged, rolling her eyes judgmentally. Drudy's vice grip let loose around the back of his head, allowing him to separate.

A sharp 'gasp' made her jump from the sudden desperation for air, sounding with a loud inhale. His eyes went wide, heart thrumming even faster due to his earlier lack of oxygen. "Goddesses Lura, you should've translated earlier! He could've suffocated!" Drudy exclaimed, petting over his soft fur and long ears as she tilted his head up with her hands. His gaze met hers as Drudy got to relish in the view of Neliot's helpless orgasmic expressions. It looked as if he'd ran a mile. Her breasts continually padded against his chest, as she basked in the feeling of him repeatedly gushing into her. A certain warmth emanated from her smile, putting on a romantic face, as if she'd known him for Decades. After pushing her breasts into his muzzle once more, Drudy let him gasp for just enough air, before pushing his chin up, then surprising him by locking her muzzle with his. Her tongue slipped into his maw, getting a virile taste of every Demurian girl's dream.

Lura had gotten sidetracked again in watching Drudy's dominant courting, almost forgetting what she had in mind. "Wait, Drudy, there's something you need to know!" Lura said, struggling to shake off the extreme urge to breed. Heart thrumming, vision obscuring, and nethers quivering, she barely kept her sanity intact while urging herself to resist the allure of a single young male. Urgently forcing herself to form words, Lura yelled over their muffled moans as she became dizzy with lust. "Drudy, we're so fucked! I think they're Teenagers!" Their lovemaking session lingered as Lura's words took almost a minute to reach Drudy's brain. Neliot's tongue began probing back without acknowledging a word. Though his ministrations were overpowered by the slick opposing muscle pressing vigorously inside his mouth. Drudy flinched, as if something sharp had needled her tail, finally registering her friend's warning.

Even in the midst of shock, Drudy couldn't help probing one more taste as their maws separated, thinning out a string of saliva between them. Panic seemed like an option at first, eyes widening with horror as she heeded her friend's warning. She pondered at first, taking a brief moment to think... So then, another thought settled in the back of her mind: She'd already gotten past the point of no return, and her wonderful mate was already impregnating her. Currently, she sat on top of Neliot, keeping still and quiet, as he continued to ejaculate inside of her. Lura noticed the concern dropping from her eyes, ebbing back into that state of intense lust without a care in the world. Drudy's expression was no longer tinctured with regret, but instead with strong levels of lust and intimacy. And just like that, the only existing source of matter was that male squirming below her. "Drudy..? Hey! Don't ignore me! Don't you see what's happening!? We just had sex with two mino- Ermf.."

Drudy's claws shot over Lura's muzzle, aggressively clamping it shut with her digits. She brought her head over silently, calmly looking into her friend's eyes. "Don't! ...Just... Don't." She replied gravely, narrowing her glare. Her voice was shaken with pent up emotion. "Lura, listen... If I ever have to vent my frustrations alone in my room, one more time... I'll lose my fucking mind!!"

Neliot laid below her in bewilderment, watching her naked body above tense over him as her pussy squeezed out every blank spurt. He didn't have the slightest clue what was going on, but by the Gods, this had to be hottest thing ever! "Don't. You. DARE, ruin this for me! I don't give two Dragon-shits how old he is! You know what it's like, Lura, so don't bullshit me!" Drudy shoved Lura's muzzle away, making her stumble backwards towards the doorway. She found footing, preventing herself from tripping. A scowl formed over her face, frowning towards her best friend. "Fine! Don't blame me when the MPA shows up arresting your horny ass!" She yelled, before turning around and storming out of the room with an emphasized slam. Without her noticing, some of the door handle had evaporated into thin air, leaving a half-tact scrap of metal. Though she was more controlled on an outwardly level, Lura's emotions would often get the better of her magic.

Lura rushed into the room, running past Versal. She stopped at the nightstand, rapidly gathering his things together inside a high-tech backpack. He looked up at her, still bandaged and unable to do anything beyond leaning upwards. His member was still throbbing from the aftermath of Lura's sodden massage, recovered underneath his shorts again. He wanted to ask something, but couldn't utter much, due to obscene amounts of shyness. Plus, beautiful females were so much harder to talk to. "You're probably wondering what's happening right now..." She said solemnly, letting out a sigh. "You're a really shy type, so I won't wait for you to ask questions." She continued, putting on a faint smile. "Because of the Planet's shortage of male inhabitants, our laws involving males are extremely strict." Her expression was frustrated, simply at the mere mention of their legal system. "They're the most vile, disgusting, useless laws any of us has ever dealt with!"

Her demeanor lingered with a tinge of anger, but faded into a look of calm curiosity after awhile. Lura's gaze swept over him, immediately catching his attention. "I hear there's tons of males outside our world... And that most of them are more willing to mate than the ones here... Is that true?" She questioned with interest. Versal seemed surprised at the question, especially as she leaned against the bed, getting closer as she brought the site of her large covered breasts near his face. A lump formed in his throat, his body shaking nervously, unable to stop looking. Versal answered her question with a forward nod. Slowly, a beaming look of disbelief formed gradually over her face. "R-really?? I almost don't believe it! You see, that just sounds too good to be true, like some sort of fantasy! You know what I mean?" Versal didn't want to be rude, but even so, his eyes kept exchanging between her ample breasts, and back up towards her stunning face. A random series of moans bounced around from the next room, slithering through their ears like serpents.

Trying to ignore the utterances of his friend getting laid again, all he could do was nod silently, earning a cozy reaction from the towering female. She giggled a bit, to the point it became excessive, making him recoil into the mattress as his ears swept back in embarrassment. "I'm sorry" She said mirthfully, smiling playfully as her turquoise eyes focused on his endearingly cute reactions. "It's just... With all our restricting laws, I can't control myself around such a cute Fox. An adorable thing like you simply can't be ignored around here." She flirtatiously stroked her claw under his chin, making him crack open his mouth for a reserved series of panting. Versal's face was now flushed with a cherry-red hue beneath his fur, visible to the naked eye. His heart thrummed with intensity, making his face so full of warmth, he could hardly stand it. The room felt like it was slightly spinning, a spiral of lust and shyness swirling together in his head. This Wolfess was just too much! He had to distract himself by thinking about Flayma back on Planet Virt. His intentions had to be pure... For her!

Suddenly, an interesting thought occurred in the back of his mind; The Demurians could provide them a way back home, and while they're at it, maybe help extract those materials they were scavenging for. He managed to stutter a reply through noticeable trembles, hoping to ask a favor. "I was... G-gonna get... Materials on Zepafont... A-and make a ring for Flara." He replied anxiously, watching her listen intently. It was a miracle he could even talk under such pressure. Regardless, he could feel himself becoming more determined, eager to get back to his homeworld and confess his love to Flara. Lura let out a quiet gasp, her tail wagging behind her excitedly. "Awww, that's so precious!" She put her hand over her heart, staring at him endearingly. "You have someone you love? And you want to make a ring for her?" She asked, looking completely smitten with the scenario.

"And with a cute sweetheart like you? By the Gods, my heart!~" She said in a dreamlike haze, taken away by the romantic tones of the situation. "I can imagine she'll melt, seeing you offer that ring~." Lura's voice dropped a bit, entering a more flirtatious tone. Versal was keenly aware of every ogling glance, occasionally scanning into his eyes, and hungrily into the sheets covering his waist. By the stars, she wasn't even trying to hide it! The Wolfess knew very well, how her libidinous leers would make him shiver. Versal squeezed his legs together, nervously trying to hide his erection under the fabrics. At first, Lura thought she couldn't try anything with him anymore, since the MPA had invasive ways of knowing when something went down with male outworlders. A lot of paranoia was involved culturally in these cases.

However, the 'Male Protection Agency' would've been at their location hours ago, especially upon realizing something just passed through their atmosphere. Just the fact alone, that they weren't being visited by numbers of female Demurian Officers, was an absolute wonder. This meant officials were unaware somehow! The thought crossed her mind, striking her like a lightning-bolt, which overall sparked a clever idea. She mused, catching Versal's attention as he observed her intense turquoise stare. Eyes shifting back and forth, he awkwardly smiled up at her, aware of just how smitten she was with his male features. His nervously shy smile pulled Lura out of her head. While she wasn't the type to boldly lunge after the nearest charmer like her friend was... She was still absolutely soaking under her panties right now.

"I just had the greatest idea!" She said excitedly, her sapphire eyes matching his movements as he leaned up. Versal's brow lifted in question, as if silently inquiring with caution. Being a Demurian who'd just established contact with her first male, clearly this 'idea' was bound to be sex-driven in some way. "You want to gather Zepafont's materials for your special girl, right?" Versal nodded silently, still hiding his rigidness under the sheets as he pulled the cover over his nose. She beamed as her chest leaned into his waist, two rounded outlines squishing against his blanketed thighs. "Well then..." She trailed on. Her index claw pressed along his covered leg, moving up as it sent stimulating pulses of pleasure through his body, until it touched against something hard. A shock of bliss zapped through his limbs, chest and tail. Literal sparks crawled between the nearby walls and his fur, briefly surprising Lura.

Shrugging off the otherworldly occurrence, Lura focused back in on him. "We happen to have a hoard of Zepafont's ores locked away in our safe. If you want, we could make you every Virtian's dream-ring." She offered, adding a few more fingers against the fabric covering his jumping cock. Versal's face heated up again, somewhat alarmed by her eager bribe. His breaths grew harsher as her caressing touches pushed inwards. "So, what do you say? If we make love, I'll make any ring for you. It can be any custom design you'd like." She said calmly, unable to hide that tinge of excitement under her mature facade. "Versal... That's your name, isn't it? And your special one's name is Flara? I'll even make a ring for her too! I'll engrave your names on both!" She offered desperately. Versal's brow raised in confusion at first, silently questioning how she could've known his name. Then he realized Lura must've seen his Digital Planetary ID.

When he took too long to answer, Lura leaned in even closer, sensually lapping at his neck with a series of lustful kisses. Versal's eyes widened, the Wolfess' intimate ministrations taking him by surprise, sending lovely shivers down his spine. Pulsating pressure warmed his body, causing pre-cum to leak beneath his clothes. Now with her breasts pressing even further, those soft cushions padded against his chest, making him release an endearing foxy chitter. His whole body thrummed as she grabbed the rim of his shorts. Repetitive long licks brushed along his neck, making him shudder nervously. Her maw crept towards his ear, whispering tenderly in a way that added tinctures of sultry relaxation. "Just say 'stop' if you decide against this later. Alright?" She insisted brazenly, commencing her wanton licks as she pulled his shorts down his thighs. Small consecutive moans laced her breath as she sweetly kissed up his neck, as if reuniting with a long lost lover.

Lura pushed that annoying blanket off the bed. Her eyes focused intently on his as she closed the distance between them. Tastefully taking his maw around hers, she practically drank him up, her tongue swirling in as many facets of his maw as possible. The Fox didn't even have time to kiss back before Lura separated, leaving a thin string of saliva between their open maws. Her claws simply ripped his garments off, unceremoniously discarding the fabric onto the floor. "Take off the shirt." She demanded, still keeping a relatively gentle tone. A haze of urgent lust beamed in her eyes, staring down at him with her mouth ajar. That blue dress she wore slipped away quickly, as she forced it off her neck. She tossed it, letting it drift down with the discarded indigo blanket. Not unexpected, but still a pleasant surprise, not a single article of clothing existed underneath that dress.

Her fuzzy breasts jiggled slightly from the recoil of pulling it off. Her posture displayed a lithe body shortly covered in pale cyan and gleaming white fur. Versal couldn't help but stare at Lura's breasts, her eyes catching him once she looked back. When she rewarded a kind smile, a wince of embarrassment jolted through him. She'd seen him ogling her twins, in fact, almost fondly. Of course, to her, that was clearly the opposite of an issue. "How cute. I never knew it was true, but males really do find boobs alluring, don't they?" She cupped her breasts, fondling them sensually. Versal had a face almost resembling panic. An intense mix of overwhelming lust and crippling nervousness crossed into an ever-present sensation he couldn't describe. She enjoyed his silent gaze of awe, adoring his innocent face helplessly staring up at her.

Crawling into bed, Lura's legs draped along each side of Versal's waist, settling the weight of her hips around his. Her bare pussy slid along the underside of his rigid member. Yearning for more, like a wild animal in heat, she let out an insatiable sigh. Lura's rear pressed into him, still grinding pleasantly as a moan stifled from the exposed Fox trapped beneath her. There it throbbed, soaked under her airtight lips. Lura's hips pressed in hard, savoring his stiffness as she smiled in erotic elation. "Ready, cutie?~" She asked in a hazy tone, as her nether lips steadily glided against his member, barely making entry at the tip before wetly sliding along the underside again. His moans grew louder as her lower lips smothered against his bulbous knot, stimulating her clit with its sturdiness. A considerable amount of heat emanated from her soft flesh, pressing inwards, delicately parting her labia with his knot as the Fox huffed and wriggled below her in bliss.

"Ahh, good boy! I can't believe this is happening." She praised, laced in a cheery tone. While her excitement was overt, she didn't want to waste the moment. Every grind and languid stroke of her hips sent her tail into flailing, loving the look of timid uncertainty mixed with pleasure in his eyes. "Ahh... Drudy was right..." She placed a claw on his chest, keeping another cuffed around her ample breast. Her face drew seductively close to his again, her maw breathing heavily into his open gasps. "Damn the law! I think I love you, Versal!" She said in a sultry, almost liberating tone. Though obviously clouded by sensuality, enough to mistaken Years of pent up lust for something as rarified as love. Barely focusing past all the sensations of lust he felt searing through every nerve in his body, Versal felt vaguely worried about what she just said. Since he could hardly see through his own clouds of swirling arousal, the reality didn't completely register in his mind.

His frequent breaths sustained pace, until Lura cupped her maw over his, muffling his vulnerable moans and hectic huffs. Her muffled sighs reverberated down his throat as her labia glided along his shaft. The Wolfess set both claws over his chest, pressing down before catching his canine tip in her snatch. Pushing on his tuft, she limberly bent away from Versal's maw. "Mmmh, perfect..." She muttered, relishing in the gradual motion of her pussy slowly sinking around his cock. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, she practically yelled in ecstasy, not expecting the real thing to feel so wonderful. Never having bedded a male before, and having only seen pornographic details of such a display, her reaction was understandable.

"Aaahhh, wow... What a feeling! You feel... S-so good!" She vented cathartically into a joyous smile, experiencing a strong high from the euphoric throbs moving past her vulva. Versal gasped at the sensation of wet Wolf pussy kneading its hot flesh all around his length, tightening and massaging him with every infinitesimal movement. Her little male seemed almost distressed through her ministrations, although it was mostly carnal pleasure overtaking him, making him squirm with overwhelming stimulation. A warm smile grew on her face as she reached for his clenching fist. One arm supported her against his chest, allowing Lura to ride him, while the other hand wrapped intimately through his clawed fingers, adding a romantic feel to their heated coitus.

Her golden eyes were perpetually hazed with lust, sweetly smiling down at him. "Ahh, you're so adorable... I know you'll make this 'Flara' very happy, Versal." She complimented, just before squeezing the muscles around her haunches. Versal felt the intense clench gripping around his erection. "Mmmhh, I wonder if Flara would like to share you". She continued, now shifting her hips around him with her weight pressed erotically into him. All the while, the vice clenching continued in accelerating movements. Such intensity mingled with raw passion on her face, and a tight grip around his hefty member to match. She panted with heated breathes, watching him squirm below her with an expression of overwhelming release. It was too much, especially for Versal's first time. He felt an oncoming buildup, a pressure rising towards his monumental peak. Hasty breaths blew from Versal's throat, his chest heaving as he wriggled below her, unable to escape, shifting as he felt jolts of orgasmic pleasure shooting through him. Excitement bubbled up in Lura's chest and stomach as her eyes went wide with absorption, witnessing her first male-orgasm firsthand. To cherry-top this wonderful new experience, it dawned on her that Versal was about to cum inside her. Something any desperate Demurian could never take for granted.

"Are you close?" She smiled excitedly as she rocked gently against him. Her tail was wagging so hard back and forth, Versal could feel its motion adding to their intimate penetration. "Yyy-yes... I'm... Ahhhnn!" Versal braced against his body's desires, trying to hold out just a while longer. However, their extra time only lasted seconds. Her waist pressed down, pushing him into the sheets as a copious stream of sperm freed itself into her tunnels. Lura noticed a considerable warmth that expanded inside her, still contracting around his cock, making him moan aloud in dreamy bliss. Her feelings were reciprocated on a greater scale, as her excitement approached a peak. Considering the rare scenario itself, along with how fortunately cute this male turned out to be, it was a miracle she'd even held out this long. Lura's body shook in the middle of Versal's peak, her climax building not too much later, rapidly squeezing around him in ways she never knew were possible for herself. Viscous white globs of semen dripped from her entrance, slowly running down Versal's bulbous knot. She could feel it's warmth lining around her labia, leaking between them as she continued to contract over his spurting shaft.

"W... Wow!" She said in a moan, her entire body shaking as an all-encompassing orgasm shook over her. That delightful crowding sensation filled her innermost depths, a hot thick stream stealing her into a realm of bliss. To her, there was nothing more beautiful than this sensation; Male and female, joined together in sensual harmony. Finally, she was able to scratch every Demurian's dream off her bucket-list. Elated exhales blew between her sharp teeth as the fatigued Fox failed to resist the lust glazing over his eyes. Despite Versal coming to a placid afterglow, Lura wasted none of the moment. Straddling in steady, fluidic motions, she eagerly continued cradling his cum-soaked tool, his cock still throbbing inside her. She kept at it, languidly rocking forwards, his cock imbedded deep inside her, until he groaned in a raw mix of lust, letting a tingly sensory overload zap through his legs. Even as she shared some of his fatigue, she still persisted with hedonistic little strokes. There was no way she'd stop there. The poor fox quivered in sensual agony, mustering up whatever he could to form a single word. "St... Stop..! Ahh.." He pleaded, muttering under shaken moans. But his words fell upon deaf ears, failing to reach her as she filled herself, enjoying her cream-laden ride.

Versal's fists hit the covers, taking handfuls of fabric. His eyes clamped shut as he gasped every other second. Every stroke of her hips curved over him, milking all vestiges of male essence. "Ohh yesss... There's a good boy!" She praised, pushing her left arm down against his chest, keeping him pinned against the bed, while intimately caressing his muzzle with her right claw. She leaned in, infatuated with his innocent whimpers as Versal began hyperventilating. His body was overcome by an overload, tears beading in his eyes. She embraced him, as if to provide comfort amidst the agonizing bliss of wet flesh ceaselessly clamping around his cock. Hugging around him in such a way, that her breasts smothered into his face, she slid down to pad herself atop his chest. Her ministrations soon evolved into slow sensual kisses on his neck, as her canid nose took in his intoxicating male scent. Her body leaned at a somewhat awkward angle, kissing and lapping her tongue along his chin, working her way towards his gasping maw.

His anxious moans and endearing whines were drowned away by their interlocking maws, even as she continued her best rocking motion against his slowly sinking knot. Within her forceful kiss, Lura's tongue crossed intwine with his. He felt her tight tunnels gripping down his shaft, her stuffed entrance pressing greedily against his knot. Needles to say, he wasn't made of stone. Versal eventually kissed back... Just a bit. Unable to resist the allure of an eagerly needy female, this kind and inviting Wolfess who'd offered reunion with his Soulmate. She separated from their kiss, leaving just enough time to speak through their regaining breathes. Versal was having enough trouble seeing straight, only finding half-blurred shapes of that beautiful Wolfess smiling softly down at him, her heavenly visage fading in and out. Luckily, he could hear just fine.

"Such a sweet boy... Just a little while longer. Just need that wonderful knot... Ahh, inside... Mmmh!" She cut herself off, sighing at the feeling of his swelling bulb popping in. "Oooh, by the Demi's, that's so good!" She said, tilting her head up. A warm smile beamed from her face as she relished in the best part. Versal was hardly awake, though he could feel her claws raking through his chest-tuft, only serving to overwork every throb buried between her. Her movements grew more languid and leisurely, basking in his knot's every twitch, which she continually reciprocated with involuntary squeezes around his length. To Versal's fragile senses, it felt like an eternal pattern of raw oversensitive clamping, squeezing, squirting and filling her uterus with consecutive ropes of seed, each euphoric spurt more tiresome than the last. Their phallic embrace forced a series of bittersweet yelps from the hopelessly trapped fox, making him stammer in his futile pleas.

"P-please... T-too, much! Sstooop!" He whined in desperation. Not that he wasn't enjoying himself. But 'too much' was still too much, regardless of the underlying ecstasy. While Lura heard him this time, they both knew his knot wasn't about to shrink anytime soon. Her lustful squeezes commenced over his rod, until she felt a peculiar sensation charge through her. Beginning with a staticky buzz, the feeling began to grow in potency, sending a lively tingle through her clit and into her smooth wet tunnel. Currently, the stress put on Versal's nerves forced his body to retaliate. Electrical charges bolted through his upset nervous system, counterproductively utilizing a pleasant shock to permeate Lura's insides. Telling by the way she gasped, and the almost violent clenching her pussy exerted around his member, his body's automatic responses only served to worsen his raw sensitivity.

Lura was the next victim to extreme oversensitivity. Heaving about with unfettered breaths, her nether lips gushed an excessive discharge, matting her mate's pubic fur with fragrant feminine essence, all thanks to Versal's naturally occurring electro-stimulation. Growling, moaning, and the raking of claws through disheveled soft fur continued aimlessly, as if their bodies had already discarded there owners, leaving only rapid heartbeats and bodily uproars of bliss. Lura's wolffish teeth bit together, her body enduring through an onslaught of concentrated pleasure she'd never felt before. "Ghhaahh! W-what is this!? It's so... G-good!~" She vented joyously, gratified by the release of desires she'd bottled up over Decades. Surely she was enjoying this thoroughly, even more than the smaller male below her, who was still currently pumping wet blanks in a tired haze. Lura would make it up to him eventually. She would see to that.

Versal's -literally- electric tension made it hard to squirm under the pressing wide weight of Lura's haunches. Her warmth was ever-present around him, especially as he throbbed into her suckling depths, shooting the last vestiges of cum deep inside her seizing cave. Frequent outbursts resounded around them, once again in the form of overwhelmed whimpers and shaky breaths. Versal was barely conscious, even as their electro-stimulation slowly subsided. Moments briefly passed, each sequence filled with amorous squeezing, wet vaginal contractions, and generous canine spurts. Not too long after, their bodies relaxed, vague pulses of electricity buzzing through their harmonious phallic embrace. Lura's entrance clamped for the umpteenth time, but with a gentleness, languidly massaging his tired length. Suddenly, the door burst open, disrupting their moment of peace. Drudy waltzed in nothing but a pair of red and black leg-stockings. Her lengthy Draconic tail slithered freely in the air like a serpent, holding Versal's friend Neliot by one leg. The hybrid was unconscious, limply dangling like an overused sexdoll.

"Lura, my male broke! Can I share yours?" She shouted rashly, hanging his unmoving face in front of her studying expression, as if to ensure he wasn't playing dead. Luckily Lura had come down from her orgasm just enough to pay attention, her head turning with a look of horror. "'Broke..?' Drudy, what did you do!? Will he be okay!?" The Dragoness gave a dissatisfied scowl towards the slumbering deer-cat, despite his lack of awareness. "Yeah, he's fine... He's just sleeping. Well I mean, he's breathing, that much I know." Lura, still locked intwine with Versal's knot, glanced down at the barely conscious fox. His hazel eyes barely cracked open, ears moving as he listened to their conversation. The Wolfess facepalmed with her right paw. "Drudy, this isn't ancient times! We're a little more progressive with males now!"

A golden crest fanned over the center of Drudy's horned red scalp. "Oh, sure! If you count the endless laws set in motion for their... 'Protection'." She replied sardonically, motioning her fingers in the last word by putting it in quotes. Ironically, she quoted this while neglectfully dangling an unmoving male in her tail, signifying why these laws were put into motion in the first place. Lura gave a deadpan look, sighing at her friend's ignorance. "You're a walking enigma, Drudy." Lura riposted, now looking down at the fainted male below her. A tinge of guilt took Lura by surprise, realizing her own slight hypocrisy. She rested her soft padded hands on the side of Versal's cheek, her thumb-claw gently stroking his slumbering face. "Oh my... I should've been more gentle. Poor little guy is spent." Drudy carried Nelliot over, tail unraveling to drop his unconscious body, splaying it along the foot of the bed. "Here, let's switch after you're done with that one." Demanded the Dragoness, trying best not to show signs of swooning through her dominant demeanor as she stared at her besty's partner. Lura's fingers caressed the Fox's face, a heavenly clarity washing over her. Forgetting all about her friend's illicit behavior, she blushed as she clasped her maw into his own once again. She felt an exciting freedom that came with kissing him whenever she wanted, intimately tasting his sweet essence without permission, even as he slumbered.

Like beating a dead horse, she continued to make out with him, rolling her tongue inside his maw, as her canine feet unknowingly kicked Neliot's motionless head. The Deer-Cat's eyes barely twitched open, roused awake by the abrupt kicks. Keeping his head up, Neliot looked over himself. From his angle, he could see Versal lying inertly underneath Lura's relaxing form, having his muzzle invaded by loving internal licks, each movement caressing his tongue with wanton brushes. His eyes went wide, strongly deciding against speaking, lest he'd become subjected to another seductive wave of intense breeding. Drudy was busy sitting next to them, impatiently watching her friend's partner up close, in hopes he'd wake up sooner so they could switch. Her legs squeezed together as her claws dipped between, unable to sate the undying urges, due to an everlasting need soaking between her bare inner thighs. "I want to keep them so bad." She said, breathing heavily with lust. Neliot's heart pounded at her comment, now feeling almost as uncertain as Versal on a normal Day.

Small vague squelches sounded between Lura's separating maw as she stroked her digits through Versal's delicate head fuzz, sweeping over his Foxlike ears. "Me too." She agreed, licking her chops brazenly with arousal, gleaning away the sweet leftover traces of his saliva. A dream-filled haze laced her expression as she groped across every aspect of his body. "We can switch after we rebuild their ship, but we can't keep them." Lura informed, albeit regrettably. Neliot let out a silent sigh of relief, though feeling bittersweet that they'd eventually remain distant. A powerful heartbeat thrummed audibly in the Dragoness' chest. She smiled excitedly, eyeing Versal with extreme want. "Gods, he's so cute." Her leer intensified, growing with devious intent. "Oh Lura, you have no idea... The things I'm going to do to him. I'll make it worth every second." She vaunted in advance, seemingly lacking restraint. Lura could feel his knot slipping away slightly, but turned around just enough to flash a criticizing glare in Drudy's general direction. "You'd better be careful with this one, Drudy!"

She glanced back at the male, his canine spire still buried inside her. She rubbed his sleepy head, gazing endearingly at the slumbering Fox laying serenely under her. "He's a gentle Soul. So much, even I wasn't careful enough." She admitted, bending in and planting a far milder kiss against his mouth, as if apologizing for her aggressive ministrations. Drudy's arms folded as she rolled her eyes. "Of course you weren't! Just look at him, Lura!" She exclaimed impatiently, gesturing an arm towards him. She forced herself to calm down, taking uneven breaths. "When can we do it again?" She asked shakily. Quivering with need, her other hand disappeared between the disheveled red fur of her thighs, desperately hooking her fingers past her clit. The Wolfess gave a single glance towards her, keeping her hand on the sweet Fox's face. "We'll get another chance on the ship, after repairs are made. They'll need our help if they wish to depart safely."

Drudy's face fell in disappointment, having her mood ruined merely by the mention of their adorable male visitors leaving. She pulled her fingers out, digits glossed over with viscous arousal. "What about that ring you promised him? I overheard you two talking about it." Neliot's expression remained shut, pretending to be asleep as he secretly listened. "I'm keeping it." She said calmly, shifting herself over Versal's hips enough to get comfy. "This little guy's going back to his lover, one way or another. Period." Neliot's eyes were closed, however, he could still hear the faint sound of fabrics, feeling the mattress bend beneath him. The Dragoness laid beside him, resting herself sidelong, looking into his sleepy hybrid complexion. Only seeing blackness under his own eyelids, Neliot felt a slender wet muscle glide across his cheek. Drudy's tongue slipped past his nose, brushing past his shuttered eyes, a deep affection giggle reverberating around him. "What are you doing?" Lura asked, somewhat peeved that she'd abandoned their conversation.

"Marking him with my glands." She replied, still sweeping across his fuzz. A pause of silence instilled throughout the room. The Wolfess stared awkwardly, flashing an inquisitive look. "Hold on a minute... You have glands?" Lura's brow rose, face riddled with confusion. Lifting her head up, Drudy grinned humorously into a shrug. "Nah. But I wish I did." She joked, tilting her head in playfulness. At first, they each wordlessly stared like a couple of unamused adults, until both began to ignite snickers, each holding back waves of pressurized laughter. After some resistance, the pair surrendered into a duo of snorts and cheery laughs. Their mutual cachinnations only increased in volume, with Drudy rolling onto her back. They regained their breaths only through lengthy huffs, gathering their composure. Drudy smirked, rotating her lying head towards Neliot's. "I don't remember the last time I was this happy." She said solemnly, entering a bittersweet stare towards the Hybrid beside her.

Lura nodded in agreement. "Me neither. I feel like a new person, like I'll never be able to stop this." She looked down at herself, wiggling her interlocked rump around Versal's shaft. Drudy's blush went camouflage under a matching coloration of smooth red skin. "Too bad mine doesn't have a knot. He just about fainted the second round." She complained. Her eyes scanned over his slumbering figure. She reached for Neliot's sack, her digits carefully fondling his fuzzy white pouch. His leg twitched nervously, still pretending he was asleep. "This is where they keep all their cum, right?" She questioned, observing curiously as she squeezed almost a little too hard, making the hybrid's face tense up. Notwithstanding Lura's mature appearance, her education regarding males was about as developed as Drudy's. "Maybe, though I'm not sure. From what I've heard, they like it when you suck on it." The Wolfess replied. They paused, and their minds suddenly raced with an array of sexy ideas. "We'll try it aboard the ship, after they've recovered." Drudy said, proving she was capable of some restraint.

...

Several hours later, Neliot and Versal woke up under the same covers, each closely tucked in beside one another. While the Demurians were hospitable in their own raunchy ways, their culture seemingly lacked the concept of awkwardness that came with two straight males sleeping in the same bed together. They stared blankly at each other, showing no emotion. Their embarrassing silence took awkwardness way beyond its normal limit, making them both turn in opposite directions, facing back-to-back. Both were left with their thoughts, assuming Lura and Drudy were out fixing their ship. Neliot was first to square his feet over the carpet, testing to see if his injuries had healed yet. To his surprise, the bandages that'd been wrapped around his ankles before, were all gone. But even more bewildering, was the lack of any burn-marks in the same area. Amazingly, even his missing patches of blue fur had been restored!

He turned around, facing his friend, curious to see if his injuries had also disappeared. There were no bandages on Versal's arms either, and no sign of the earlier bruises. "Hey buddy. I think we've recovered." He said placidly, getting the Fox to lean forwards, further checking himself from the feet-up. Versal rotated his arms, then attempted to untangle himself from the blankets. His body came tripping out of bed, stumbling to the carpet. "Woah, careful there." Said the Hybrid, walking over to help him. As he propped Versal to his feet, they each spotted something like paper poking out from under the bed. Neliot glanced with curiosity, crouching down to grab the note. Bringing it up, they scanned over its contents which had been written hastily, as if in a hurry.

Dear, cute boys

'I'm sorry if my writing isn't easily readable. Me and Drudy are out selling damaged parts of your ship, so we can receive new materials for a more familiar spacecraft. The one you have is too advanced, and cannot be repaired. Parts of your vessel have landed all over our region of space, somewhere across Planet Demure's Ruby Quadrant, and are also fractured into pieces all across Zepafont. Other than the scraps we already have, there's no way to retrieve the rest, so we hope you can wait a while longer. We'll try to build the best ship that we can! In the meantime, please enjoy the Breakfast we cooked for you in the kitchen. You must be starving! Also, if anyone knocks, don't answer, because it's not us.'

With love

Lura

PS: This is Drudy's postscript. Don't tell Lura I added this! You're both having a foursome with us when we get back. Better eat plenty!

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Versal and Neliot slowly exchanged looks as they set the message down over the bed, somewhat unnerved by its contents. There was a certain sketchiness about the situation. Mostly with them having to hear that their ship was utterly destroyed beyond repair. The moment they read that part, a sinking feeling grew in their chests. "Well, I guess we better get comfy. Being at the mercy of two horny Demurians can't be too bad." He shrugged passively, making his way towards the kitchen threshold. Versal stared into nothingness, silently standing there like a statue. "It's not like we can speed up time, so let's make it worthwhile and eat something." Neliot continued, glancing left and right in search of the kitchen. Versal thought of Flara above all else, slavishly following his friend wherever he walked. Lonely feelings of homesickness started to seep in like a nasty chemical.

Versal's sensitive emotions had strange ways of timing themselves. This wasn't like his ordinarily travels, such as a simple trip to his Great Grandmother's mansion, nor was it a typical Weeklong vacation. Only now did it finally sink in, that he was a staggering nine Planets away from their homeworld, as scattered scraps of their ship floated across the stars in shambles. Many rooms were strangely divided, while others oddly weren't. Showers were distinctly separate from toilet-rooms, connected only by doors, which actually made decent sense when they thought about it. Almost lost, they happened to find a lofty Living Room, which had to be accessed through a series of double doors. Only then, did they spot another door with a sign reading "Kitchen" on it.

Neliot caught a fragrant scent in the air, his ears and eyes perking with hunger. "Hey, looks like we found it." He patted Versal's back, leading him towards the kitchen threshold. The Fox could smell faint hints of tartness, mixed with alluring meats and veggies spiced with otherworldly herbs. Once they viewed the kitchen, their eyes went wide. Both hunger and shock filled their guts. Lying dead, across the long countertops, was a massive decapitated moth. It's metallic wings were plucked off, leaving only tattered bases on its back. Versal stared, mouth hanging open with horror, as Neliot's began to water. They scanned around an exotic buffet, which surrounded the main course. "Wow. To think they actually hunted this, then cooked it." Said the hybrid, impressed with the three feet of exotic bug meat. A pitiful look spread over Versal's face, sadly eyeing the deceased monstrosity. "Poor thing." He muttered quietly, silent enough that Neliot couldn't hear.

Being a pescatarian, Versal preferred the type that couldn't stare up at its killer with saddened betrayal. Meat was an essential part of his species' diet, so anything above fish was where he drew the line. Neliot casually brandished a knife he found placed beside a cutting board, carefully slicing into the insect's thorax. To their surprise, the inner aroma was immensely enticing, almost like extra sweet bacon covered in a strong fondue. Versal hadn't expected such a flavorful aroma. Regardless, he decided to sample the exotic fruits instead, each unique to Planet Demure. He grabbed a sky-blue fruit, shaped as a lunar crescent with a navy stem. Next to that, he picked up a bulgy, vibrant gold root crossed with dark zigzagging stripes. Nibbling at one after the other, Versal's eyes suddenly lit up. They were deliciously sweet, exuding a taste between tropical nectar, combined with something similar to mint. Measly nibbles quickly turned into full-on chomps, the Fox completely devouring nature's tart gifts.

Neliot sat atop the tall counter, footpaws hanging down as he properly utilized his utensils. He had stopped eating his food around the time he got an eyeful of Versal's poor table manners. Then again, they weren't inside a dining room. "Dang, buddy. Haven't lost your appetite, huh?" Versal simply nodded in agreement as he chowed down on multiple fruits and unique veggies, each equally as exotic as the next. His tail wagged rapidly, happily soaking tart juices around his muzzle as he ate. The hybrid smiled, properly cutting his strange steak into bitesized pieces. "These fine ladies sure are taking care of us." He said calmly, chewing a mouthful of food as he looked down at his plate. Versal stopped eating for enough time to listen, juice dripping from his mouth. "We'll need to take care of them right back. What they want is obvious enough, so I have an idea." He said, poking at his meat.

Versal's vacant glance transitioned into an attentive gaze as he turned on the sink. The large nozzles were each shaped like a pairs of silver wings. Its volume was wide enough for him to simply lean backwards, head poking under the faucet, and having the water wash over his face. All the while, he looked directly at his friend. He got back up, scooting next to Neliot on the counter for a listen. His facial expression and body language exuded a silent "Okay, what?" in response. A semi-confident look spread over the hybrid's face. Versal knew immediately what he was thinking. As best friends, they may as well have a psychic connection. Without fully realizing, their heart-rates were thrumming harder and faster. Neither Neliot nor Versal were aware of the effects taking place in their bodies. The food was laced with something aphrodisiacal. A substance or chemical coursed through their systems. Whatever it was, it had them brimming with lustful energy, not fully acknowledging how increasingly horny they were getting.

Their minds slowly dimmed away into a zone of heated sexual desires. As Virtians, they had a type of power, that if used correctly under the sheets, could make for an ultimate tool for any female's pleasure. The Demurians were in for a lewd surprise. Drudy was most likely the one who 'improved' their food, but even she couldn't predict what Versal & Neliot had in store for them. Neliot's smile curved under a pair of dilating pupils, both in unison with Versal's. His tail wagged, as he couldn't stop sporting a rigid erection underneath his white shorts. Versal was more aware at this point, starting to realize something was definitely off. Neliot's voice increased with arousal, speaking eagerly as he thought about the treatment they would administer to their lovely hosts when they got back. "I'm feeling extra generous Today. Those two are in for a big surprise! Let's get ready for when they get back, alright buddy?"

Versal's concern doubled, yet somehow he knew a warning would go unnoticed in Neliot's state right now. Despite knowing what the aphrodisiac was doing to them, Versal still couldn't help but let a few stray thoughts fling through his head, pondering excitedly on how this would play out. Suddenly they each heard a muffled series of sounds outside the house. The kitchen window was open, allowing them to hear the approaching Demurians. The doorknob turned inside the entry hall, alerting the two excessively horny males.

This was going to be a long, and lust-driven Morning.

(End Of Part 1)