FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

William woke up to the chime of his ship's sensors.

How long had it been now since he got lost out here? A week, he remembered. A week since the fox-hybrid's hyperdrive had short-circuited in the middle of a jump and landed him an unknown distance away from his home planet. Realistically, it was probably only a lightyear or two, and he'd managed to fix the hyperdrive since then, but he needed to actually know which way to go.

As such, he had done what any reasonable man would do in his position; set his ship on autopilot looking for any habitable - maybe even inhabited - planets with either civilizations or food and water, and then he'd had a nap. A long one, which he had frankly needed after several days of frantic and supremely uncomfortable work fixing the hyperdrive. A single wire connected to the wrong terminal could've effectively had him blink out of existence, or alternatively travelling into an asteroid or planet at light speed, which would've had largely the same effect.

At least William felt invigorated and ready to continue when he finally peeled himself from the surprisingly comfortable bed. There wasn't much space to stretch - his craft was a mere scout-ship, with barely enough room for one - but it was, for better or worse, his home for the time being. A quick glance at the lavatory mirror revealed that he looked only a little worse for wear; his fur was matted with streaks of oil, and he still looked tired despite sleeping relatively well. His insectoid wings didn't seem quite as lustrous as they had when he'd set off. At least his mismatched eyes still looked clear and sharp, even though his antennae seemed to droop with exhaustion.

He made his way to the cockpit. What the ship had alerted him to loomed ahead, gigantic and beautiful; a bluish-green planet with white clouds lining the atmosphere. It was enough to make his mouth feel dry, what with the water having ran out a day ago.

Hopefully, it wasn't toxic. He punched a few commands into the outdated flight computer, and soon it reported on the atmosphere. Mostly oxygen, and thick enough that he wouldn't need a suit.

William silently raised his hands above his head in a gesture of immense relief, tempered only by the fact that the roof the ship was extremely low. The computer chimed again.

"Lifeforms detected. Signs of civilization detected. Age unknown."

This time, Will couldn't contain the sheer joy that message of relief brought. He bounced up from the worn pilot's seat and rushed back into his improvised living quarters. Raygun, check, just in case some of that life was hostile. Shield generator, low on batteries as it was, in case they were very hostile. Universal translator, too. Slipping it into his ear was something he usually dreaded, but right now he felt such intense elation that he barely noticed.

If there was civilization down there, chances were they knew at least the surrounding solar system by its stars. One of them was bound to be his homeworld. Going by the lack of satellites, they probably weren't that advanced, but worst come to worst he'd at least be able to replenish his dwindling supplies of food and water. The ship's reactor would last a few hundred years longer, giving him plenty of time as long as he didn't starve to death. Not that he, himself, would live a few hundred years. Probably. With his hybrid ancestry, it was hard to guess.

Finally, Will picked up the scanner. It wouldn't recognize anything if this was one of the many uncharted planets, but it'd at least be able to tell him if fruits and plants would kill him or not. He also took a moment to brush his fur and wipe off his natural chitinous armour, just in case he met someone who appreciated his dashing good looks.

Back in the pilot's chair a moment later, he ordered the computer to lower the ship's orbit enough that he could locate a suitable surface to beam down to. The ship would remain safe far above the ground, and if he needed it, he had his emergency transponder that'd have the autopilot guide it to his rough location.

As his ship entered the planet's atmosphere, he could immediately see moisture forming on the windshield. The atmosphere seemed a little damper than back home, but that was nothing to worry about. Just above a break in the cloud cover, he could see vast, vast oceans below, seemingly orders of magnitude greater than any he'd seen before. The blue was dotted with green, various island chains and small continents rising up from the waters.

Lower yet, and he disappeared into the clouds. For a moment, the world seemed very soft and fluffy, and then he emerged just beneath it all, to a radiant sunset that left the oceans below glittering like diamonds. The computer reported an island beneath him, but just before Will could get into the transportation room, it beeped. It was detecting something large and very much alive far below. A predatory lifeform. Not something he wanted to tango with, at least if he had no reason to.

He was low enough now that the ship's cameras could pick up on the surface. The creature was some kind of large reptilian - or it would've been, had he been at home. It was dangerous to assume he knew what anything was out in here in unexplored territory. Just as he was about to tell the computer to find a different chunk of land for him to land on, he noticed something else on the video feed. The creature was chasing a crowd of smaller lifeforms, which he was quickly informed seemed to be bipedal.

Those would be the natives of this planet, then, and from how it looked, they were about the get cornered at the edge of a cliff.

Will sighed. He couldn't just watch it happen, even if it meant taking an entirely unnecessary risk. If they were sentient beings, they assuredly deserved better than getting devoured by some mindless beast. Unless this was like that _last_inhabited plant he'd come across - no, the fox shook his head. That _had_to have been a one-off. These were certainly innocents, and he would help.

Will was a formidable opponent in battle. Not a trained soldier, but he had enough practice. He stepped into the transportation room, which was really more like a pod that he barely fit in, and then braced himself. The process of "beaming", or short-range teleportation, was something he'd never get used to. Long-ranged teleportation felt a little like nodding off, a brief lapse in consciousness. Short-range teleportation was the violent sensation of his stomach turning inside out and the world inverting on itself.

The world did just that, contracting impossibly and then exploding outwards again. Will found himself in a lush, verdant field, with panicked screaming and shouting behind him a fierce, ear-shattering roaring in front. The contrast was enough that it was almost artistic, but the moment he found his footing, it was already time for action.

The creature in front of him looked like what a mutated lizard might've looked on his home planet, walking on two legs and larger than the average house. It was clad in ridged scale, and had what seemed like four arms. Entirely too many teeth lined its gnashing jaws, but it recoiled when William materialized out of the thin ether. That was one fringe benefit of teleportation; those unfamiliar with the technology usually didn't know quite what to make of a lifeform rapidly materializing in front of them. Rather than attacking immediately, it leaned down to stare at him. Will felt its fetid, warm breath wash over him like a nauseating tide.

He was on the clock, though. The moment its sluggish brain realized he was also made of meat it'd likely lunge a him. Deft hands aimed the raygun at the monster's belly - usually the softest spot on any scaly creatures - and he pulled the trigger. With a familiar, comforting zap a stream of concentrated energy struck the lizard's hide. To Will's dismay, rather than punching a hole through the creature, his weapon only left a blackened mark where it melted the keratin.

Will leapt to the side with a buzzing beat of his wings just before the creature's jaws bit into the space he'd just occupied. He fumbled with the raygun, turning the power dial as high as it'd go. Of course I forgot something. He'd use the weapon to try to send signals in space, but that'd been on the lowest setting, one that'd struggle to incapacitate even a soft-skinned animal.

Behind him, he heard shouting again. It was incoherent at first, but then the universal translator lodged in his ear kicked in. "Up!" was the first word to emerge from the feminine but commanding voice. Will obeyed and flew up, just in time for the creature's tail to swipe just beneath him with bone-crushing force. Good.At least someone has my back.

His gun felt warm in his hands. On max power, it tended to do that. It'd also take hours to recharge after firing the shot, and he had to make this one count. Will let himself fall back on earth, loudly cursing his knees as he landed in the dirt, and took aim.

"...mouth! Or back of head!" someone yelled at him. Were those the most vulnerable spots? The translator needed a certain amount of input before it could fully decipher a new language, and more yet to translate it coherently, but he had no time to _think_about what he was hearing.

When the creature roared again, he steeled his nerves and aimed directly into its gaping maw. The raygun hummed in his hands, and once again, his finger tugged the trigger. This time, the blast was most like the crack of lightning than a zap, and the beam struck the lizard in the back of its throat. It reeled and collapsed onto its knees, but immediately afterwards its sharp talons sliced the air inches away from Will's face. It lurched towards him with a single-minded focus in its gaze. Will glanced around him for anything sharp or heavy to finish the job as steam billowed from his blaster's condensation coils. It was spent, for now, and his own claws - or his natural stinger - would do little against a beast of that size.

Here lies Captain William, he was already narrating to himself as he dodged strike after strike, his muscles aching with exertion. Scout-Captain of the republic. Eaten alive on an alien planet after getting lost like an idiot, and beaming down like an absolute moron-

"Here! Spear! Catch!"

Will spun around and caught a brief glimpse of the natives. All three of them looked to be women, which was at least a familiar and welcoming sight. Two of them hid behind the trees at the edge of the clearing, but the third had mustered the courage to approach. She was holding a deadly-looking spear, one that she raised in - and then tossed it to him. He caught it by the shaft, immediately noticing how heavy it felt. The head was made of something very thin and utterly lethal, an almost two-dimensional blade that had to have been nanoforged, but the shaft was more primitive. A good, worn length of sturdy wood, with little feathers and engravings decorating the length.

The next moment, William leapt into the air with a rapid beat of his wings. This was it. He aimed his handing for the beast's head, spearhead angled downwards, and offered a silent prayer that it didn't catch him in its mouth instead.

It was to the fox's immense relief that his paws caught on scale rather than tooth. The spear plunged effortlessly through the beast's skull, confirming what he'd been suspecting. It was nanoforged. There was - or at least had been - a very advanced civilization here. Maybe he'd just landed in the backwaters.

Beneath his feet, the lizard slumped down without as much as a whimper, and then went limp as the spear dug deep. Will collapsed to his knees on top of it, panting so rapidly that he thought he might pass out from the exertion. Then as he noticed the three natives, rather beautiful, approaching cautiously, he thought better of it. Looking exhausted just wouldn't do, even if his knees were killing him after all those rough landings.

Carefully, he climbed down and into the thankfully soft grass, puffing his fluffy chest out on the best approximation of heroism that he could muster.

"You... saved us," one of them - an otter, who William couldn't help but notice was naked except for a loincloth that did nothing to cover her heavy breasts - spoke. The translator was still dropping a few words, but it was becoming more coherent, now. Similarly, the other function was allowing him to speak the language by communicating it temporarily to the language center of his brain. And he still choked on the words once he realized that other two women, only now daring to leave their hiding, were also mostly naked, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Who are you?"

"Ahem. I'm... Captain William, Scout-Captain of the Federation," Will announced. "Far from here. I was lost and thought I could fill up my supplies of food and water on your planet."

"Our... planet?" the otter replied, a surprised look on her face. Her eyes, in turn, scanned over William's form, briefly gazing at his insectoid wings and chitin. Not that he could blame her; hybrids like him were rare even on his home planet. Oddly, though, she seemed to focus most on his firm but ultimately featureless chest. "Do you come from beyond the stars?"

"Oh, yes. Do you know them?" William replied. He felt that twinge of hope that appearances might be deceiving. It was entirely possible that this civilization just had a different sense of fashion. One that he didn't exactly disapprove of - once again his eyes darted to the otter's perky nipples - but one that was unusual.

"The elders know the stars. Come to the village, please, but..." the otter responded. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off his body, which briefly made William worry if they were like that other planet he'd-

"You have no breasts," one of the two foxes interjected, putting into words what they were all apparently wondering about. While Will liked beautiful clothes and usually kept his long, flowing mane of red clean and well-brushed, that caught him off-guard, to the point he had to glance downwards to make sure he hadn't gotten warped by the teleportation. It happened, sometimes, and was _frustrating_to reverse, at best. Yet, he looked as he always did.

"Um, no. I'm..." he trailed off. What? A male? Yeah, that'll sound like you think they're idiots. "Males of my species don't have breasts," he finally stated, gambling on that being the difference that was confusing them.

"A... male?" the otter chirped. Her eyes were wide open. "Yes, come to the village. The elders must see you! Follow us, please."

"Wait, what's your name?" Will asked. He wanted to at least have that, a name to connect to her beautiful, if rather confused-looking face.

"Aya," she replied. "Now, come!"

Without any further words, she turned around with a sensual swing of her hips. The loincloth didn't even cover her rump, Will realized - and the two foxes were similarly dressed. With Will walking behind them, that gave him ample opportunity to stare. He bit his lip and forced his eyes upwards. As excited as he was suddenly feeling, perhaps due to the aftermath of the adrenaline surge of his fight, earlier, this really wasn't the time. He couldn't tell if it was intentional, either, the way Aya's thick, rudderlike tail swayed just a little too wide with each step, as if she was showing off.

But there was a certain professionalism expected of the Federation's scouts, and particularly him. One of those unwritten rules that he distinctly remembered from training was "don't try to fuck every species of alien that you come across," so phrased due to some other captains in ages past seemingly taking the job only for that reason. It hadn't gone well; it turned out that even similar-looking organisms could be overwhelmingly poisonous. Will would know; he did have a stinger, one that a non-hybrid fox would've likely found rather alarming.

And yet, despite all that discipline and determination, he couldn't help but feel himself firm up ever so slightly as he watched the gentle bounce of Aya's buttocks as she walked.

They arrived at a village. That, too, seemed low-tech. Not primitive, exactly, but neither was it a spacefaring or industrial village. Still, he knew that somewhere on this planet, such a civilization existed. The nanoforged spear was proof positive. He also noticed that everyone in this village seemed to be a woman. He didn't see any males, at least, which grew increasingly concerning to Will as the natives crowded around him, ooh-ing and aah-ing, the murmur of foreign words that his translator didn't quite pick up filling the air around him.

He considered the possibilities, in the most detached, scientific way that he could.

1) The males of this planet looked superficially identical to the females, or similarly, they were monogendered and not exactly "women".

2) This was a strictly matriarchal society, and the males were somewhere else, perhaps reduced to little more than studs, likely in a temple or palace. He had seen that one before.

3) There were no males, and these were all women, meaning that they had to have some kind of alternative methods of reproduction.

Will did eventually decide that he'd at least speak to the elder before making any assumptions, but he kept one hand on his shield generator belt just in case option two was correct and they were luring him into a trap.

The four them arrived at the large hut in the middle of the village, built of clay like the others, but far more ornate and decorated. Smoke leisurely billowed from an almost organic-looking chimney crowning it. Will was led inside, barely able to refrain from coughing. Smoke lingered inside the building, too, and in the middle of it, on a kind of metallic-looking raised platform, sat a fox old enough that her muzzle had begun to go grey. Female, just like all the others, but this one was dressed in long, flowing robes.

"What have you brought me?" she croaked. "Who have you brought me?"

"This is William, elder. She claims to be from beyond the stars," Aya stated, paused for a moment. "And she has no breasts."

Will was beginning to feel awfully self-conscious about his flat chest with how much attention everyone was paying it.

The old fox opened her eyes. Her gaze was sharp, almost piercing, despite her status as an "elder". A smile tugged at the edges of her mouth, and a row of sharp teeth came into view. Will wondered how old she was, exactly. If the people here aged as they did at home, she probably wasn't much beyond forty. Forty-five, perhaps? Alternatively, it was possible that people here lived longer, in which case she might've been far older, but she didn't look to be above that rough range.

"Of course _he_doesn't have breasts, girl. Did you not pay attention when we taught our history?" the elder chided her, and Aya's ears drooped. "This is a male. As in the legends," she crooned, and stood up slowly, moving to stand face to face with William.

"From beyond the stars then. Yes, certainly. Long has it been since we saw any males in our home. Longer than I've been alive, even..." she continued.

"But-" William stuttered. "You must have males, how else..."

"How else indeed? We might share that knowledge with you," the elder spoke. "Once we trust you. For now, you are welcome. And if any of the tribeswomen wish to experience your male gift, you have my approval."

She had that sneaky kind of grin that only foxes could pull off. Will knew exactly what she meant. The three who had brought him here seemed more confused, but - if this planet really didn't have any males of its own - he was about to become a prized commodity. One that they'd surely either treat like royalty, or perhaps attempt to throw into a dungeon to keep safe. Both outcomes were possible. Will's hand touched the shield generator on his belt.

"No, no. We won't," the elder laughed, as if reading his thoughts. "We've managed fine, so far. Consider it an opportunity, hmm? You are a guest of honor."

"Thank you," Will replied. "But I arrive here not as a tourist, but because I am lost," he added. "I need to find my home."

"A home beyond the stars, then. We have some records. From the times of plenty," the elder smiled. "Those, we will show you. Tomorrow. Tonight, we feast, for a male walks once again among us, even if only briefly."

Then, she leaned close to Will. So close that he could feel her breath against his ear. "Make their bellies swell," she whispered. "Share your gift with them."

A time-worn hand shamelessly grabbed William's groin, squeezing his firming shaft roughly, and he twitched. The elder burst into laughter. "Yes, yes," she wheezed. "Just as eager as in the stories. Tonight, we feast!" she ordered. "Take care of him."

She sat down, still wearing that smirk on her slender muzzle, and Will turned towards his three companions. "Feast?" he asked.

"Yes. Village-wide. They are for special occasions, and..." Aya started, trailing off. "It seems you are a special occasion. What is that 'gift' she means?"

"Um," Will stuttered again. He hadn't felt this awkward in ages. These women had, presumably, never seen a penis in their lives. "Maybe I... shouldn't show it here?"

He glanced hopefully towards the elder, who was doubled over in her seat, wheezing again, laughing so hard that no sound actually came out. At least someone's having a good time. She was at it for almost a whole minute, and the atmosphere in the room only grew more awkward with each passing second until William was pretty sure he was blushing. Of course, as fate would have it, his cock didn't soften despite it all.

"No, go on," she finally rasped. "Do show them. Show me, too, even if I am too old to receive your gift," she smiled.

Will sighed. Not that he minded getting naked for a good-looking woman, or _three._Being stared at with sparkling curiosity was what was making it awkward. Aya in particular looked at him like he was about to perform some kind of miracle.

He undid his belt, took a deep breath, and then tugged is pants down. His maleness sprung forth, bouncing in the air, rock-hard and not about to soften as long as their bodies were on display in front of him. The room grew silent.

"That goes inside you, like a finger might," the elder smiled. "And feels much the same, I believe, except bigger. Let him keep it inside you long enough and you'll receive the gift of men," she murmured, as if growing aroused herself. "And your belly will swell with life."

That made Aya and the two foxes perk up. "You mean we'll-"

"Yes, as in the stories. If you choose to accept it. You'll grow heavy like the women of old, and give birth. Perhaps to another male," she grinned. "And you'll love every second of it."

"There's no way it'd fit," one of the foxes countered, and now Will knew he was blushing. Sure, he wasn't small, but having them treat him as if he was impossibly well hung was more than a little flattering.

"Oh, it will," the elder added. "If you wish to accept it. I'm sure he'll be eager to show."

None of the three dared to say anything, or even more, but they were all staring at his throbbing cock, as if recognizing it for what it was on some level, perhaps suspecting that they were the cause of his hardness. Indeed, Aya spoke only a moment later.

"I like it," she smiled. "Is it always like that?"

"Um, no. It gets like that when... I want to grant that gift to someone. Like you," Will huffed. "You are beautiful, and beauty... causes it to swell."

Aya said nothing more, but the look in her eyes revealed more than a little curiosity, and likely a fair measure of lust as well. Will awkwardly pulled his pants back up, doing his best to hide his erection, but now that those three _knew_about it, it was rather plainly obvious, and he couldn't help but suspect they'd tell their friends, too.

After that, it was off to prepare for the feast. Will was given a temporary hut to rest in, and it was surprisingly comfortable, with a hammock that allowed him to finally take a load off his beleaguered knees. He flopped down and thought about his situation.

If what the elder said was true, there had to have been some kind of collapse. One that unfortunately had resulted in the extinction of males. If the rest still reproduced, though, it implied that some kind of technology had survived elsewhere on the planet. Cloning vats, possibly - he was aware of some that could combine the genes of several individuals to create a new one - but if the remaining people lived this primitively, it meant more than just the males had been lost.

Hopefully, the elder was correct in that they still had records of the stars. As much as the idea of being stranded on a planet of women tickled some rather primitive, excitable, and shameful part of him, he had duties that he needed to attend to back home, too. Will stretched out, thinking about if he should take care of his arousal. It'd certainly reduce the risk of any awkward situations later in the day, which meant it was probably the responsible thing to do. The Federation certainly wouldn't approve of him leaving several pregnancies in his wake after visiting a disaster-struck planet, and he also wasn't sure the women here really knew what getting pregnant entailed. His hand briefly brushed over the groin of his pants, but he was also finding the hammock rather relaxing. Maybe I'll just close my eyes for a bit, first, he thought, underestimating how much of his energy fighting the giant lizard had drained, and promptly dozed off peacefully on the hammock as it rocked in the little breeze that reach the interior.

When he woke up, it was even warmer. The sun's last rays lit up his already brilliant orange fur, and Will stretched again leisurely. The rich scent of flame-charred meat wafted in through the doorway, too, and he could hear activity outside. He hadn't slept this well for ages. Not since that hyperdrive malfunction. Something about having a solid planet beneath him really helped Will relax. He was used to sleeping in space, too, but the gravity and the relative safety of solid ground had a charm all of their own.

"Oh, you're awake?" someone asked. Aya, he recognized the otter's chirpy voice.

"Yeah," Will yawned. "Just about. I hope you didn't need me for anything."

"Oh no. Our saviour surely deserves some rest," the otter giggled. She stepped closer to him. "So why is it hard this time?" she murmured, reaching to trace a finger along William's antennae.

"Why is- what- oh!" William exclaimed, and the shivered in response to that touch to his sensitive antenna. He realized that he'd woken up quite stiff, and Aya wasn't making it any better. There was nothing unusual about that, but it probably seemed a lot more exotic to someone who'd never seen a penis - or a male - before. "It gets hard when I'm asleep sometimes. Nobody really knows why."

"Nice dreams, I'd bet. About putting it inside someone," Aya churred. Will didn't feel like correcting her was worth it. "Do you like doing it? Sex always feels good to us."

Not only was this a society purely consisting of women, but a society of very sexually open women, Will realized. Suddenly he didn't feel even remotely tired, and his shaft twitched - the motion thankfully covered by his pants, mostly - despite the strange awkwardness of answering what he'd been asked.

"Yes, it feels amazing," he replied, finally opening his eyes to gaze at Aya. She was actually kneeling next to him. How long had she been watching?

"How does it feel?" she murmured.

"Well..."

Here goes nothing.

"At first it's like a wonderful heat and tightness around me. Then a pressure starts building as I mate," he narrated. "A very enjoyable kind of pressure. And then, the orgasm, which I think feels similar enough to what you'd feel."

"Mm," Aya hummed. "And that's when you seed someone?"

"Yes, that's when they receive the, um... gift of men, like your elder called it. It's maybe not quite as beautiful in real life," Will shrugged. He sat up on the hammock. "You seem awfully interested in it."

"Well, I started reading the old books after you took a nap," she smiled.

"So, you already knew how it works?" Will asked.

"Yes, but I wanted to hear you say it," the otter grinned, showing off a mouthful of pearly white fangs. "You're attractive, you know, despite being so strange."

"Thank you, I... think," Will answered.

"Would you seed me?" she asked, and Will was suddenly thankful he wasn't drinking anything for how he was suddenly sputtering. He was certainly no virgin, but someone being this forward - on the day they met, nonetheless - was enough to throw even him off guard.

"Yes, but- I mean, you're very beautiful, but... being pregnant can be a burden, and I-" he tried explaining. But then, suddenly, Aya moved to straddle him. The pillars the hammock was fastened to groaned, but held fast. Will was pretty sure he groaned too, feeling her warm body press against his. She was still soft, in the feminine way, but surprisingly strong. Which only made sense if she was a... warrior? Huntress? Will didn't really know.

All he knew was that she was beautiful, and that her hands were already on his groin, one squeezing his hardness through the fabric while the other undid the button in front.

"Yes, yes," Aya murmured. "I read about that too. And I want it," she huffed. "It seems wonderful. Please grant your gift to me."

Some quiet voice in the back of Will's head asked if he should be responsible and protest more, but every other part of his body screamed at him to go for it, and that desire only became louder when Aya shoved her shapely breasts against his muzzle. Who was he to decline a young otter's desire to get pregnant, anyway, he told himself. The fact that his cock was achingly hard when it sprung out, the tip firmly pushing between Aya's warm thighs was all it took to convince him. He let his masculine urges get the better of him. They were exactly what she wanted to experience, anyway.

"Alright," he rumbled. It was nice to feel desired. "I'll make your belly swell."

Aya huffed warmly into his neck. Her thighs squeezed softly and lovingly around Will's erect shaft, and she shivered with desire. "Thank you," she churred, wrapping her arms around him. "You'll have to tell me what to do."

"Don't worry," he replied in a low, lustful tone, pressing his lips against hers and kissing her deeply, the sensation of that electrifying enough to make them both moan in unison. "Lay on your back, on the floor, and spread your legs."

Thankfully, the floor was covered in soft rugs, and still warm with the afternoon's heat. Aya eagerly hopped off his lap and promptly sprawled out, spreading her legs wide. Her eyes were constantly looking at his eyes and cock, Will realized, as if gauging what kind of effect she was having on him. Sure enough, he felt his length twitch as she bared and offered herself so eagerly, showing off those beautiful petals between her legs.

He climbed on top of her, positioning himself between her legs, until his cock rested against her mound. She felt incredibly warm and soft, and he could smell her honeyed lust in the air.

"This might feel weird at first," he warned her, and the otter nodded. She then moaned loudly as she felt his tapered tip nudge against her lips, slowly prying them apart and slipping into her soaking wet sex. William dutifully stopped the moment the tip pushed into her, watching her reaction carefully. It was, at the very least, his responsibility to make sure her first time with a male was a good one, but Aya was showing no signs of discomfort. Rather, she was panting with desire at the experience of being mounted for the very first time. Even if she didn't know what to do, her body did, and it yielded around William's virile length as it sunk deeper into her, only to clutch warmly around him, already stoking that pressure he'd told her about.

Soon, he was all the way inside her, positioning himself very carefully so as to not let hips tip bump against the otter's cervix.

"I'm inside you now," he rumbled. "And now I'm going to rut you. I'll warn you before I seed you..."

Slowly, he moved his hips, pulling out, and groaned at the sensation of her body clutching around him tightly, as if she never wanted this new experience to end. Aya moaned too, squirming and bucking beneath him, and on instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She was visibly enjoying it from the very first thrust, which was good. With how pent up and aroused Will was feeling, he doubted he'd be able to last long. He braced himself and found a rhythm, gently starting that primal dance, thrusting into her heated, fertile wetness. Quickly, his knot began to swell, lovingly kissing her lower lips with each buck of his hips, and her body eagerly rewarded him with rapid little clenches and quivers, not to mention those sweet melodic whimpers and squeals spilling from her lips.

"Do it, do it," she panted, her back arching as she thrust back against him, impaling herself deeper. "Please share your gift with me, please."

"I will," William groaned. "God, you feel amazing. Just a little longer."

He kept thrusting, slowly speeding up, hammering into Aya's body and letting it coax him closer and closer to a climax. The thought of what he was doing was making his head swim with how wanton, how primal it was. Here he was, on a planet where nobody alive had experienced either the touch of a male or pregnancy before, and he was about to show one of them both. His hands caressed the otter's breasts, cupping and kneading those soft, feminine mounds as he continued mating with her, imagining how she'd look when pregnant. How she'd be nursing his pups in just a few months. Would it be all he hoped it was, or would she regret it?

Either way, he was long past the point of considering the consequences. Already, his cock was throbbing wildly inside her, lathering her depths with clear, hot precum, and in mere moments he felt that tension on his loins build and build towards the point of no return.

"Last... nff, chance," he groaned. "I'm about to seed you. Are you sure you -rrgh- want it?" he growled, gritting his teeth to hold back to urge to slam his knot into her welcoming, fertile folds.

"I want it," Aya whimpered. Her legs tightened around him, holding on as hard as possible and forcing Will's cock deep into her. It was enough to force his knot against her, and with how she was squirming and wiggling, enough to make it slip into her, as well. The feeling of being so immensely stretched made her eyes go wide, a half-choked gasp escaping her lips, and Will could feel her clench around him in rhythm, milking his cock as if it was the most natural thing in the world. In a way, he supposed it really was.

Aya groaned out his name as she came, her entire body shivering and trembling in orgasm. Will let her body take over, simply holding himself as deep inside her as he could as her inner muscles massaged his cock the rest of the way to a white-hot climax, and then he was cumming too.

With a snarl, his body tensed, and he could feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside Aya, straining against her velvet vice as the first rope of his seed erupted up his shaft, to splatter against her cervix and seep into her womb. He gave her everything he had, grunting and groaning, and each time his cock jerked inside her, she clenched around it lovingly in response, gasping and giggling as she no doubt felt that rich, masculine heat flood her. Their mutual release went on for what felt like forever, and left the both of them dazed and almost dizzy with a floaty sense of satisfaction.

"God, that _does_feel weird, I'm all... warn and slippery," Aya smiled up at him. "Am I pregnant now?"

"Probably not yet..." Will panted. "It might take a few tries. Women aren't always receptive, but if we keep doing this, you will be soon enough."

"Oh, good. Do you want to keep doing it? Please?" she grinned, though she was quickly realizing just how much power she really had over males, and figuring out that the experience was rather pleasurable for him too.

Will didn't answer her verbally. Instead, he pressed his muzzle against hers and engaged her in a passionate kiss once more, enjoying her scent and taste while they were still tied together.

"What is that thing inside me?" she asked, noticing that she still felt considerably more full than his seed could've accomplished.

"Male foxes... have knots," Will huffed. "The bulb at the base of my cock. It prevents any of my seed from leaking out for a while, so it's more likely to take root inside you."

"Mhm. I like it," she giggled, noticeably dazed from her first proper rutting. "How long will it stay like that?"

She wiggled her hips, and Will grunted, twitching again as another weak, watery spurt of cum erupted into her.

"Just a few minutes," he replied. "Enough for us to relax. Once it does go down, you should try to clench... to prevent yourself from leaking."

"I will," she smiled.

"But some of it will drip out anyway. I think I... pumped a lot into you," he grinned, apologetically.

They laid like that for a while, tied together and lavishing each other's muzzles and lips with loving little kisses and licks. Briefly, William wondered if he should make his stay here an extended vacation. Surely the _responsible_thing to do now was to make sure he managed to knock Aya up, since she so clearly wanted him to.

"I think I'm ready to pull out now," he eventually whispered, feeling his knot deflating. Sure enough, he slipped out easily, and then sat down in front of Aya, watching her.

The otter immediately sat up as well, looking at the mess between her legs. A few thick, white globs of Will's seed were visibly and slowly oozing out of her.

"It's beautiful," she whispered. "Like little pearls. Thank you."

It was _amazing_to William how different the perspectives were, here. It only made sense, though. Where males were plentiful, cum was seen as something ugly and disgusting. Here, where it was only him, it was viewed as a precious gift, it seemed.

"I'll gladly give you more. Until your belly swells," he assured her, meaning every word. "Once I can..."

His cock was softening now, slowly retreating back into its sheath. Aya giggled at the sight, leaning in to pat his sheath. "It's cute. Well, it was sexy. Now it's just cute," she smiled. She spent a little longer simply exploring his body, particularly fascinated with his balls once Will told her what their purpose was. Eventually, though, they had to get dressed and rejoin the rest of the village outside. No doubt everyone noticed they'd just mated, if only from Aya's flushed expression and giggly yet proud demeanour. Her poorly-kept naughty secret was leaking down her thighs, and as Will watched, she went to talk with those two foxes he'd first met her with. No doubt bragging about what she'd just done, or at least hinting at it.

Will sat down by a massive table that was entirely covered in food. Steaks, some kind of meaty strips, at least three different kinds of fragrant, filling soup. Not to mention multiple bowls of alien fruit that he'd never seen before, some prepared and others not. Once he observed some of the natives eating them, he tried a small fruit that looked a little like a pepper mixed with a strawberry. It tasted sweet and tangy.

I could get used to this, he thought. It almost felt like being back home, among friends. Of course, the moment he removed the universal translator from his ear, he'd go back to not understanding anything. Eventually, it'd run out of batteries, as would most of his other gear. Then again, maybe he could learn the language. Other than the occasional giant lizard or enemy tribe, the planet seemed like a lovely place to live. As long as the oceans weren't full of even bigger monsters, at least.

Soon the party was in full swing. Will couldn't help but notice that a lot of the tribe - younger women, mostly - were crowding around him, each apparently wanting their chance to talk to one of the legendary "men". Or perhaps more than talk. A lot of them were being a little too intimate, stealing little gropes and touches here and then, feeling his firm body or ever leaning against him.

Not all of them ever chose to go further than that, but William was rather satisfied regardless,

"We're almost at the main event of the feast," he heard a sudden voice in his ear. Aya, again. "We haven't held a proper one since the ancient times."

"What does a proper feast mean?" Will asked.

"It's a celebration of fer-fertility," Aya whispered, stumbling on the unfamiliar word. "All feasts end with a communal rut," she continued. "But now that we have a male participating..."

Will could practically hear the excitement in her voice.

"There is also a special drink," she murmured, and then brought a mug of something sparkly that smelled like fermented moss to Will's lips. "The books say this gives males more stamina."

"_Your_males, yes, but..." Will sighed. "One moment."

He brought up his small scanner, the one he'd decided to bring in case he found any suspicious foods, and the mossy "aphrodisiac" drink was as suspicious as it got. Was it ruining the moment? Yes, but sometimes, one had to allow for logic and caution.

Will pointed the scanner into the mug and it beeped a few times as a small particle bombardment analysed the properties of the stuff.

"Toxin detected for user's biological composition," it read, and Will sighed, but then the display kept filling out. "Classification: mild. Expected reactions: mild euphoria, arousal, prolonged and possibly painful erection, headache, slight impairment of memory formation. Caution advised."

Now it was William's turn to grin. "You're trying to use me as a stud?"

"Yes," Aya huffed. "My friends want to receive your gift as well. Please?" she grinned.

"Just make sure I don't do anything too stupid," he cautioned her.

"Don't worry. We'll only make you and us feel good," Aya reassured him in turn, and so, he drank. The concoction was unpleasant, to say the least - musty and rich, almost oily - but it tingled on its way down, and seemingly only grew warmer in his belly.

Here he was, on an alien planet, about to be used as the community stud by what he expected would be half the village, and he didn't mind one bit despite the sheer absurdity of the scenario he found himself in. It was better than fighting giant lizards. Certainly better than the other planet he'd visited, where at least half the population had been-

William found his thoughts interrupted by Aya tugging on him, and he stood up, a pleasant kind of dizziness washing over him as the aphrodisiac began to absorb into his body. It was a buzz not entirely unlike alcohol, but with an energizing edge to the feeling of having absolutely nothing to worry about. Indeed, he didn't worry when Aya quickly stripped him again, leaving his hardening cock on full display for the villagers to admire. In fact, he was beginning to feel a rather giddy pride about being so admired.

Every one of them seemed to think that his broodsting looked beautiful. Like a spear, some group murmured, while another was already talking about how it worked. Aya assured them all that with the help of the drink she'd given him, Will would be able to share his "gift" with everyone who wanted it. He certainly felt like he could, his sack almost achingly full and only growing fuller as the drink pushed his body into overdrive.

Of course, they'd have to do most of the work. Aya knew that, and led the suddenly rather wobbly bumblefox to one of the huts, followed by a growing line of tribeswomen. There, he was guided to lay down on a pile of pillows and blankets, and Aya told him to just relax and enjoy, confirming it with a quick peck on his lips.

From then on, things grew a little hazy. One of the vixens he'd saved was first, and she was sopping wet, singing out her pleasure for everyone to hear as she impaled herself on him and rode him eagerly. What she lacked in experience, she made up for in sheer enthusiasm, and it wasn't long before Will was bucking into her. He felt a hand - or several - caressing his balls while Aya made sure that his knot didn't slip into her friend. There was a lot of work to do, after all.

Oh, the orgasms, too. Each one, as he planted his seed in woman after woman, felt more intense than the last. Shattering, blinding, bestial and _primal_as he was used in the most primitive of ways, and yet he never went soft, always ready to grant his life-bringing gift to the next eager participant. Everything was flowing together into an intense, sexual high, his world narrowed to the beautiful sensation of tight wetness milking him over, and over, and over again, each a little different than the last, like wonderful exotic flowers, filling the air with their scent of need. The sight of their wonderful bodies squirming and bouncing on top of him, of wide gyrating hips and jiggling breasts both heavy and perky faded into incoherent, lustful dreams.

The next morning William woke up, to his surprise, not with a splitting headache and a mess, but rather fairly fresh - his lovers apparently having taken the time to clean him after their improvised orgy - and they'd placed a couple of flowers in his hair while at it. They smelled a bit like honeysuckle, mingling perfectly well with his natural honeyed scent.

Will tried to remember just how many tribeswomen he'd bred yesterday. He remembered Aya, and her two vulpine friends, but after that it got rather blurry. Something spotty, like a cat, and that was it. The rest were vague, feminine shapes, and the most detail he remembered was several of them loudly begging for his seed. The kind of hazy memory that'd end up randomly getting him hard while he was trying to focus on something else.

He just hoped they'd be ready for the consequences, if his seed managed to accomplish what they wanted it to. Will took some time to just relax. While he was, perhaps, not exactly well-rested, he did feel incredibly revitalized and invigorated nonetheless. Enough so that it'd keep him going when he resumed the search for his home planet.

When he finally opened his eyes, he realized that he was in the elder's hut, laying on a pile of the softest blankets he'd experienced since his time on one of the central planets of the Federation. Second, he realized he was naked, and third, he couldn't help but notice the elder looking at him.

"It is a good thing you arrived when you did," the elder smiled. "We have but one more thing to ask of you, and we shall share what we know of the nearby skies."

"Yes?" William asked, sitting up with a groan. He was more than a little spent, having been so thoroughly enjoyed. The buzz had worn off overnight, and he had,technically, recovered, but some soreness remained.

"As you've surely realized, we reproduce by mixing our genes for cloning," she explained. "But that technology is failing, now. The other tribes - the ones who attacked - have been sabotaging the reactors powering the old laboratories, but there is still enough power for a few last runs. One day, perhaps we can recover our world..."

"But that means... you won't be able to- even if I breed everyone here, they'll be too closely related," Will replied.

"Yes. But with you here - and with your permission - we would clone you," the fox spoke. "We'll mingle your genes with enough of ours that the result would be different, perhaps an otter or a pure fox, but still male."

That idea took Will some time to process. Every single male on this planet would be him, at least partially. It was a preposterous plan, but then again, what choice did the natives have? It was either that, or to face extinction.

"Would you let us?" she asked, and for the first time he saw a look of genuine concern, almost pleading, on her weathered face.

"I will," Will replied. "If you share your star-maps."

He felt, for a moment, oddly heroic. Maybe being adored by countless women simply had that effect on the male psyche, or perhaps he was some kind of hero, saving an entire civilization - if a fallen one - from fading away.

"Good. Even once you leave," the elder smiled. "We will remember you forever. The fox who came from beyond the stars..."

She paused. "You know, I do have to ask. What's the other half of you?"

"Bumblebee," Will admitted. His wings fluttered with a soft buzz, and then he realized, from the elder's lack of reaction, that she probably didn't know what a bumblebee was. "They're a very soft and fur-clad insect on my home planet. Mostly harmless."

"The fox, touched by the gods and gifted with part of their appearance, arrived from beyond the stars..." the elder spoke, in a bemused tone, already sketching out what might one day be an oral tradition. "If you were to stay here longer, I'd wish to hear that story."

"Maybe one day. If I find my way home, I might return..." Will offered.

"Either way, you'll live eternal here. Conqueror of beasts, saviour of our people," she smiled. "Great lover, too, from what I've heard."

Will blushed.

"If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to extract the sample we'll need," she smiled. "A drop of your seed will do. You'd also satisfy my personal curiosity."

Though her voice was hoarse with age, and her muzzle grey, the elder fox wasn't unattractive by any means. Her fur still looked soft and smooth, and despite her age, she had that youthful glimmer in her eyes, combined with, as she gazed at Will, what he could only presume was lust.

"I don't mind," he grinned.

"Good, then come with me," she replied. Will hadn't noticed it before, but two of the stronger warriors of the tribe were already working on moving the central platform, upon which the elder's "throne" had been set. To Will's surprise, it opened to reveal a staircase lit by electric light.

"The village was built upon the ruins," the elder explained. "We know little about how any of this works, except that it's powered by a self-sustaining system further out in the jungle. Little remains but the parts that were underground when the cataclysm came."

"A reactor," William said. "Probably the same technology as my ship. Far too complex to repair without the right tools, if damaged."

"Perhaps so. Come with me," she spoke, and walked slowly down the stairs into what looked like a research facility. Built underground to keep it safe from whatever it was that'd devastated the planet.

"There was a plague, the records say," the elder continued as she walked down the metal corridor. Will followed close behind. The place looked like a labyrinth, and despite the heat of the jungle above them, the air down her was cool. He could see the lights flicker on occasion, though, a sight he was familiar with. It meant power was slowly but surely running out. "A war, followed by a plague. It only targeted the warriors, and in those times, all warriors were males. Eventually, it evolved to target males specifically, as that was the easiest way to disable a nation. The enemy hoped to contain it but failed. Slowly but surely, it devoured their warriors too."

"Our society was patriarchal, back then, or so the elders before me told me, as theirs had told them before," she continued. The fox stopped for a moment. "And that society collapsed."

These ruins, then, were what remained of that time. Elsewhere on the planet, there were supposedly enormous cities, some above the waves and some below, but without the infrastructure to keep them functional, they'd fallen into disrepair and been abandoned as civilization dissolved into small tribes, each concentrated around functional remains of the old world, and each depending on them for their continued existence. A strangely tragic, melancholy tale.

The elder placed her palm against a small scanned on the wall, and a door next to it slid open. Within, the air was basically vibrating with energy. With curiosity, William looked around the room, lined with metallic tanks.

"The cloning chamber. All we know is that we insert genetic material, and the machines combine it with previous samples. Yet with only women to provide samples, all the resulting beings are women, too. You might change that," she explained, and then sat down.

It was a clinical environment. Will was already worried that he might not be able to _deliver_the results the elder wanted, at least not easily, and in particular not after mating with so many of the tribeswomen.

The fox, though, had some tricks up her sleeve. She bid Will to sit down, and then knelt in front of him. "I've dreamt of this moment, you know. Ever since I first left this room."

"Of restoring males to your planet?" Will asked.

"Not so lofty," the elder grinned. She reached into a drawer and produced a sleeve of sorts, one that looked very much like a masturbation tool, in clear plastic. "I just wanted to watch a male spill his seed. But then again, saving our people - or at least setting us free from this decaying technology - is a good thing too, isn't it?"

It felt strange to Will, knowing that the most heroic thing that he was to accomplish here was, it seemed, simply ejaculating. But he'd been in stranger situations.

"Here," the elder spoke, handing Will a tablet of sorts, with a dim but readable display. It seemed to rely on entirely different technology than any electronics he was familiar with. Some kind of crystalline structure, but solid, it seems, slowly rearranging itself. Had this civilization been ahead of even the federation? As he ran his fingers across the surface, it shimmered to life, brightened, and displayed a map of the stars.

Each one within a certain distance of the planet was exhaustively detailed, down to their probable chemical composition. This, Will knew, would help. If he recognized any of the stars, he'd have a point of reference. His ship's computer had similar data that he could cross-reference with the tablet.

"My name, by the way, is Lily," the elder fox smiled. "Would you get hard for me?"

"It's- it's a little hard to do on command," Will chuckled. "You being naked might help."

"Ah, I'm not too old for you, then?" Lily spoke with the broadest, most vulpine grin.

"No, you're still beautiful," Will reassured her. "Age doesn't diminish true beauty."

As she was untying her dress, Aya joined them in the underground complex, approaching with hurried steps. "You haven't started yet? Good, I wanted to see it too!" she exclaimed, and then pulled up a chair to sit down on. "I've never actually seen how it looks, just... felt it."

"Such a greedy young girl," Lily chuckled. "Not that I can blame you."

She shrugged off her robe, revealing her naked form. Her breasts were large and full, soft and almost maternal despite never having been put to use nursing the young. William responded to the pleasant sight as he usually did, knotted shaft slowly swelling out of its sheath as it firmed up for her.

"Mm. I have to admit I like that," Lily whispered, excitedly. She seemed to be growing younger by the minute, childishly delighted in the effect her body had on Will. At this point, Will didn't mind letting her see everything. "I suppose it only makes sense."

She took hold of one of William's hands and guided it to her chest. His fingers gently kneaded the soft flesh, and Lily shivered in turn.

"I wish we had more time with you," she admitted. "But I can't imagine you'll be able to stay long, so..."

She slipped that sleeve over Will's shaft. It felt snug and warm. Not as good as Aya's body had felt, but certainly not unpleasant. It began to gently milk at him with slow, leisurely motions, vibrating gently around the base of his cock.

"Nnf- no, but... if I can, I promise to return later," Will groaned. He threw his head back as the sleeve tightened a little, adjusting to his girth and seemingly his reactions, too, the suctioned stroking changing each time he throbbed inside the sleeve, until his eyes were tearing up at how intense it felt. The remainder of the aphrodisiac brew in his system probably enhanced it, too.

"Mh, look at how he's throbbing," Aya admired his shaft through the clear glass. "I think that means he's feeling good, from how it felt inside me."

She rubbed her belly absentmindedly.

"It is rather beautiful, isn't it?" Lily murmured, staring at Will's cock with rapt attention. "One day we may have males like him again."

Will was beyond the point of blushing at being thus admired. He let them stare, enjoying the sleeve working to milk out his seed, and hopefully save the planet in the long run. That, and each little impressed, breathless gasp from the two did wonders to inflate his self-esteem.

"See how his sack is tightening?" Lily pointed out. "I think that means he's close to doing it."

Both the fox and otter leaned closer, watching every moment leading up to William's climax. He was panting, grunting, and weakly thrusting even if the sleeve wouldn't let him sink any deeper.

Then, Aya and Lily saw his cock expand a little further, his knot swelling out to tie with the toy. Sensing it, the stroking stopped, but the suction remained. For the briefest moment, Will was just on the edge of climax, almost painfully balancing on it for what felt like an eternity before crashing over it. His cock twitched, and a rope of cloudy, vulpine seed erupted into the sleeve, quickly collected in a small vial.

"Ooh, and that happened inside me, earlier," Aya breathed. "It looks so amazing. To think that seed could make us all pregnant."

"Hopefully it will," Lily replied. "As many as possible. How many did he mate with during the feast?"

Will continued emptying out his cum into the sleeve, his mind flooded with ecstasy with each spasm around the very base of his cock. He barely heard anything the two of them said.

"At least two dozen. The m'sha had a really good effect on him," Aya replied, and Lily nodded approvingly.

Will's orgasm ebbed, finally, the spurts slowing to a slow trickle. The machine helpfully took care of every drop. He slumped back onto the chair, breathing heavily.

"Looks like he enjoyed that," Lily whispered.

He certainly had. While Will had to admit to himself that he wanted to stay a little longer, he did have to leave. But maybe just a few days longer wouldn't hurt. It'd take that long to go through every star on the map, anyway, and - no, those were just excuses. He wanted to stay as long as he could. Not forever, but maybe just long enough that he could watch Aya's belly swell with his kits.

If their plan worked and they managed to produce those half-clones of him... well, he'd earned a small respite, hadn't he? A happy, churring buzz emanated from somewhere between his wings and his chest.