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I'm not quite sure how to feel, holding onto one of the handrails as the shuttle shakes back and forth upon docking into the rail system of the main ship. The cabin is a cramped space packed full of a variety of other raptors like myself. Many bear scars, some wear armor and are geared with weaponry. I have a toolkit and a backpack full of my essential engineering equipment, but a plasma sword such as my own renders many arguments null.

The space is far cleaner than I expected it would be, so that's a bonus, and there are armed guards. Two to be precise in hexagonal plated armor with smaller avian assistants equipped with what appears to be tear gas, pepper spray, and batons. Still, we're all pirates here, so I don't know to what extent I can rely on them. The Wicked Gold is what they call themselves, a pirate fleet big enough to take over a world of the same avian people called the vaikian. I don't know much else about them as an outsider, and I suspect with their utter domination by the Wicked Gold where they're pets without rights, it can be safely said their history doesn't matter much anymore.

Mining, fabrication, tech research, the Wicked Gold are big enough to do all this and more, making most of their profit through selling valuable raw materials and ripping apart any ship they can sink their teeth into. With all the wars recently, they're also mercenaries for hire with a penchant of scrapping everything they destroy, ensuring the enemy is well and truly dealt a blow when the pirates are sent to fight. Should a velocitanian fall from the path and become a criminal before disappearing, it is an easy bet they joined the ranks of the Wicked Gold.

That's what I did, hacking into vaults and stealing prototype equipment to sell on the blackmarket. I got away with it for a bit, but life eventually came a-knocking when competitors of mine gave a tip to the local authorities to get rid of me. A bit of running later and eventually I managed to find a Wicked Gold recruiter. As it turns out, the Veloci' Dominion has been thwarting attempts to repurpose or utilize their own weapons and vehicles against them with security advances; I'm capable of negating those, given time.

I keep my head down as the ship grinds to a halt, standing and moving towards the exit door. A line forms and the passengers hand IDs given to us by our recruiters to attendants. Each attendant is accompanied by their own vaikian assistant that holds the scanner and datapad. I hold my ID up for the assistant and they quickly scan it with a nod, flicking a finger across their datapad to forward a brochure to my own.

"Have you brought the equipment agreed upon?" The attendant queries, fixing me with a passive, if a bit impatient, gaze.

"It's all here," I nod.

"Directly head to engineering from here. Important assets require your expertise. Dismissed."

I nod and I receive another message from the assistant: a map with a hastily drawn circle as to where I need to go. I reply with a thumbs up and receive a small heart in return. Quickly making my there, I brush past a few other raptors. Once I leave the hangar, each and every one of them is followed by one to three vaikian, some even in the process of being bred publicly on benches. The place is made of black steel and a plethora of piping along the walls and ceiling, so visibility isn't the best and there's not a lot of eye candy to be made out of the spectacles other than chuckle a little at the novelty.

There are a few non raptors, but for the most part it's just us and A LOT of vaikian. I myself am shorter than average raptor with a slim but muscular build. Creamy french vanilla fur coats my face and torso, along with the underside of my crotch and tail. A ligher peach colors my arms, sides, and thighs and the top side of my tail. Black fur raises from my head, toothy snout, back, forarms, and legs below the knees. Deep, coffee brown feathers grow along my arms and tail in unusually long and thick plume. My irises are a caramel colored amber with slitted pupils.

I wear standard engineering technician clothing consisting of black, hard to stain and tightly woven cloth reinforced with metal fibers. This comes in the form of a jacket with a thin shirt underneath and heavy pants with steel-toes sandals along my clawed feet. Travelling down the hall, a smaller stature than my own, similar to a vaikian, springs in front of me.

"Heeey, you look new! Engineering, right?" He chirps, pointing at the ID where I clipped it along my chest.

I can't tell if he's thin and just really fluffy or has a stout build, but the odd fellow is wearing just a small harness with a myriad of tools and devices attached to it along with a small bag slung over his shoulders, leaving shiny, golden fur to spill off his body in enough of a quantity I don't actually mind the fact he's without decency. Not that there's anything to see on his crotch as is. With a draconic muzzle, four ears, a braided head of hair, and bright blue irises that leave not enough space to see a spec of white, he's rather feminine in appearance and manner, his long tail reaching to curl around my leg.

I bat it away with my own, but his is not just surprisingly fast but strong as well, wrapping around it instead.

"Erm. Yes. Yes, I am. Can I help you? Are you with engineering as well?" I ask.

"I am! And yeah, you can! I want a hug!"

I don't want to make a scene, so I sigh but ascent to his eccentric request and feel a little heat rush into my face as he wraps around me like a warm blanket and purrs in my ear.

"Ohhh-kay. There's your hug," I say hastily, setting him down firmly. "I just got here and need to go to do a thing already, and I'm not going to be late for my first day on the job. Bye."

I turn and continue on, but he quickly follows at my side.

"Hey, same!"

"R-right. Okay. What is it you exactly do around here?"

"A bit of everything, really. If it's broken, I fix it. A lot of oils and other gunk slides off of me if it's not water based, but I mostly work in maintenance of our fighter craft alongside the Hark twins. They're biiig aetherian gryph-a-likes."

"I suppose you fit into the tight spots on those craft well enough."

"That's funny. I'm usually the thing being called tight," He giggles.

"Ah. That's... that's nice. Look, I see where this is going, and I'm not interested in other males."

"Oh, that's fine!" He purrs.

"Ah. Well. Glad that's out of the way," I say to no one in particular as I enter engineering and come to where my map was marked.

"New hacker o' mine, right?" A large individual asks.

Easily towering above me with a mane of shocking red hair dyed black in parts by oil and growing down past their waist, they have dark grey fur across their body with a stout, broad shouldered build. They wear a metal and silk threaded loincloth of all things, markings painted upon their muzzle full of sharp teeth and muscular thighs along with a gold ornament hanging from where it holds their hair back into a massive braid. I would say their forearms and quads were also stained black, but a plume of fluff growing around their neck is the same shade, and I cannot tell if their claws are painted red or naturally the same shade as their hair.

"Yes," I reply carefully. "And you are?"

"Ah, did they not give me an inter-o-duction for my own lacky?" They laugh, eyeing me sharply with intense golden eyes and a wolfish grin. "Chief engineer, Viridian, at your service. And because everyone asks at some point, some way or another, I'm an ex-tribal art-ificer that never learned to wear your idea of clothes. That cover about what'cha got on ya mind?"

"Uh, yeah. So, is this the equipment you need unlocked?" I question, pointing to a large assault ship docked behind them.

It's been shot to scraps; the engine is practically gone, the wings were blown off, the cockpit has so many bullet markings the inside is opaque, and they still somehow got it back in one piece. Though, it's clearly locked tight, and a few heavily armed guards stationed around it is somewhat unnerving.

"This is one of the 'assets', yeah! We have a few, actually. Spaced them out, ya see, in case there's any surprises in 'em. After that, I got pleeennty of bio-encoded weapons for yeh to spoof and willing workers to train on the subject. Along with anything else in this big bunch of goodies."

"Training? I was told I wasn't going to be doing that."

"Heh. Yeah. Forget everything those recruiters tell ya. Their job is to get yah onboard after making sure your skills are the real deal; honesty is rarely a part of their M.O.," Viridian snickers, putting a claw to my chin and locking eyes with a glare that could be anything from dangerous and warning to good-natured cheer. "But that won't be a problem, right? You gooot thiiis! Besides, just make Solar yer best fuckin' friend and you won't have to do any o' that training if'n you do right by him."

I turn and see the gold-furred one still followed me. That does confirm he is indeed a man, and he already has a computer out with fairly advanced looking software.

"Just look at that little face!" Viridian laughs and ruffles his head. "Right, you two get to work! I'm on lunch break in the meantime."

With a surprisingly quiet gait for such a large person. They haul themselves up onto a metal crate and pull a duffel bag out from behind it, unzipping it to reveal an absurd amount of bagged sandwiches. I know better than to stare and pull out my datapad.

"So, I've tried hardwiring into the ship's systems, but I'm just not too familiar with the firewalls being used, y'know? Everything that works on stuff just a year older than this tech bounces straight off," Solar yammers on behind me as I take a small wireless connector and plonk it on the side of the ship.

"Cool," I say while focusing on finding the right executable on my datapad. "That's the hard way to do it. Not likely to get it."

With a tap, the ship hums to life and every single guard immediately raises their weapons. I stop what I'm doing, more than in the area of crossfire and slowly look from the guards to Viridian.

"Well. You're some hot shit daemon or something," They laugh.

"Eh. More university trained," I admit.

They snort. "First piece of advice about this place: don't sell yourself short. If I think yer useless, we have to find other uses for yah, and I don't think ye'll like it with all those pretty feathers of yours. Now step back and open that door, yeah?"

I nod and both Solar and I take cover behind a crate as I manipulate the door locks and bring it sliding apart. A terrified looking pilot takes a shot at one of the guards with a sidearm, bouncing harmlessly off the ionized shielding. Instead of killing the man, they toss bolas that wrap around and immediately stun him with a heavy shock, moving in and clearing the ship before hauling him out. The pilot is a Veloci' Dominion soldier, if the badge on their uniform is anything to go off of.

"Take 'em to the recruitment cells. Right, Elise was it? Come on! Next ship - let's go - I'm on a schedule!" Viridian orders.

If the Wicked Gold are anything like street gangs, the pilot will be pressed into some kind of service that puts them in equal guilt with the rest of the crew in the eyes of Dominion law so they won't try to flee.

"How'd you do that?" Solar pipes up next to me as we're being led on.

"With a wireless device that pushes mimiced company testing commands, you can get a lot of these ships to do basic primary functions with their electronics, doors being one of them. It works because the testing commands all have the same static encryption but do it too much and that'll trip the security. Then it won't work unless a technician with the proper codes resets it."

"How'd you figure that out?"

"I stole the documentation. I'll share it with you if it means I don't have to play professor."

"Sounds good to me! Just so we're clear, only half the guys you'd be teaching otherwise don't know a coding language."

"Good grief," I chuckle, immediately sending him the relevant files. "No thanks."

He cobbles together a wireless device of his own from spare parts before I even reach into my bag to hand him a spare one. I won't argue with that and watch as he barely glances at the documentation before writing a simple script that includes the prerequisite cypher and proceeds to open up the other ships one at a time. While that's going on, I work on the bio-encoded weapons. They're simple enough to spoof with the blueprints and I can even re-pair them with another user, of which Viridian ascents to.

"We don't need the idiots we can't trust getting ahold of hard-light rifles," He muses.

"Easy enough. Do we have a bioscanner around here?" I ask, typing away on my datapad as I reconfigure the weapons with a slightly out of date software version than these things were built to run on.

"Yeaaah, I thinks so?" He walks off for a moment and, with a clang of metal, comes back with a crate, of which he pops off the lid off with a claw, pulls a few tools out of loops around his loincloth, and has it assembled and plugged into a power source within minutes.

Guards stationed around the ships are called over to bring samples, their pet vaikians coming with, and instead of prepping blood, a bit of suggestive flirting sets them off to begin fondling one another in full view of the other engineers working. Males, females, a few in between, set down their weapons with the unknown ships dealt with and pull down one another's pants. Some get to sucking, some to slurping and prepping a hole.

It appears the vaikian are hasty to strip their own gear to be of service, cooing and chirping as they're pet, scratched, licked, and made love to. The sight is so sudden I feel my pants beginning to tent as my dick slides free of its slit and I hastily cross my legs from where I'm sitting.

"I guess... that will do for getting a sample. They just better not cross contaminate or it's not my problem if half of them end up locked out of their firearm," I huff.

"Fair enough! So long as ya share that method with the armory, that is. Seeing as most-a this is handled, one of my managers will sub in for me here on out. I got a destroyer to place the main gun on. See ya, shortstacks," Viridian snickers, taking his now empty dufflebag and hauling a massive tool case onto his shoulder like it weighs nothing before trotting off with a whistle under his breath.

It occurs to me "shortstack" was plural before hands pull my pants down and the trapped dong beneath flops free in the open air. For a brief moment I relax as a wet, warm tongue laps along the underside of my shaft and a soft nose nuzzles into my sack, and then I look down and see it's Solar. With a squawk of surprise, I hop up out of reflex and lose balance with my dropped pants stuck around my ankles like shackles.

I fall to the floor with him, and the cheeky little shit takes the opportunity to take my length into his maw with a small moan, wrapping his arms around my thighs and switching his tongue to lap across one of my pent up balls. Finding myself on my back, I debate for a moment longer than I care to admit with myself before I fix him with an annoyed look and put a talon on his face, forcibly pushing him off.

"One: you know how I swing, two: someone still has to man the damn bioscanner you little whore. Stay off," I growl, stuffing my raging erection back into my pants and retrieving my datapad where it fell on the floor. "Go make sure the rest of them cum in cups, or something. Just give me space before I tie you up with your own tail against the nearest metal pole."

"That sounds pretty hot!" He grins, a blue, prehensile shaft poking out of the fluff of his crotch.

"Oh, for - I have work to do!" I snap, feeling heat rush to my face at the sight of his body.

"Alriiight guys," A taller raptor dressed in the fully covering undergarments of a pressure suit sighs as he picks Solar up by the scruff of his neck. "I know this is rare, goldie boy, but we actually need... what's the name on your badge? Elise? We need Elise here to get work done as soon as possible. You know as well as I do newbies have a hard time adjusting to the work-sex-life balance we got here, so go bother the Harks or someone else for right now, 'kay?"

"Mmm'kay," Solar snickers.

"Good. Good good," The raptor nods, clearly having expected more resistance, and then sets him down before giving him a shooing motion.

Actually taking what I said as a suggestion, Solar disappears for a moment and then comes back with a few small containers as a reminder to the flash orgy why half of them are masturbating each other.

"Miras," The raptor manager says, holding out a severely scarred hand suddenly.

I take it gingerly, careful in case he has any damaged nerves, but his grip is like a steel vice as he gives me a firm finger lock and squeeze before he frees my digits. I can't help but notice he keeps one side of his face hidden with the other gloved hand. His facial fur and feathers are mostly white with traces of brown and a little orange present, quite possibly a result of scar tissue being colonized with fur and feather producing cells. His left eye is an expensive implant, matching his other dark hazel eye, but close as we are I can tell it's inorganic.

"I'm a 'manager', quote on quote," He chuckles awkwardly, "But it's not my thing. None of this really is. I fix things and then hide in my quarters, but occasionally I get dragged out."

"Do you have muscle fiber implants?" I ask.

"Oh. Yeah. Quite a few. My other arm is full synthetic too. I actually joined up with the Wicked Gold to get medical care for an explosion I was in as a robotics worker. Some of the more fringe worlds, like I was born on, can be really prejudicial and they were more than happy to just dock my pay and leave me a cripple. So, now I do maintenance and repairs on the exterior of the ship that flattened it with an orbital barrage. And I'm rattling without being asked. Woops."

"No, no, you're good. Tell you what, I can absolutely do remote communication -"

"Great!" He beams, switching to the metal feathers of his synthetic tail to continue covering part of his face as he forwards me his contact information.

I glance down as I make sure to save it and when I look up, he's gone. I do a full 360 degree turn and then even look up at the ceiling to try and figure out where he went. Somehow, that's stranger than the orgy still going on within a throw's distance of me. The little vaikian are holding the cups in their beaks or claws as their holes or hands are used to pleasure their masters, and the first raptor's orgasm is signaled with a rolling growl as he pulls out of the snatch of his bird. With a careful spurt of semen into the collection device, he sheaths himself back inside her and she shudders as her womb is painted heavily in thick raptor cream with large dregs seeping out and oozing to the floor below.

Other's mouths and throats are filled with the contents spat out, some need to have their rumps emptied, and very few of the specimens gathered are actually viable for the process. But I'm not really paid enough to care. Within the next five minutes I'm processing their samples and questioning my life choices, trying to ignore how painfully hard my cock is pushing against the fabric of my pants. Can't even blame the orgy for that one, and it's pissing me off.

When that's finished, I make sure the pairing is successful on the guns and by some stroke of luck it is. With that I shuffle off to the armory to hand over the reins of bio-pairing to them, the place striking in that it is a lot more organized than I thought it would be and managed carefully by several raptors and a small army of vaikian in skimpy clothing. Given how one is being used nearby, it's clear they are here to service both types of weapons on this ship.

Thankfully, the raptors here are more than technically competent with encoded firearms and I only need to give one my method of spoofing the encryption for her to take it from there. I let Miras know I finished and shortly afterwards he gives me a location to head to where one of actual technician managers is waiting and we spend several more hours running me through a gauntlet of tasks to ensure I'm as competent as I said I was. With that, I'm released for the next 16 hours for leisure and sleep.

The first thing I do is head to my quarters to drop off my stuff. It's basically a tiny corridor in the wall with a locker, bed, and a small bathroom area with a shower, but it has a lockable door and it's private, so that's worlds better than what I was expecting. It's really starting to sink in the Wicked Gold are more than just the average band of bandits, even if their contracts are a load of rubbish. I had figured pirates of all people wouldn't honor their own paperwork, but it's not like I have much of a choice. I just need to enough funds to get myself a small ship capable of light speed, and then I can go live somewhere else free of this damn mess.

Stealing that sort of thing is liable to get me killed, so buying an unregistered one directly from the Wicked Gold's fleet is my best bet. And it can be promised they'll charge me out the ass for it. Maybe in my ass, if that Solar gets his way. I have to admit he's cute and that tongue knows what it's doing... no, nonono! I refuse to let my mind go there. I really need a drink.

The bar is easy enough to find and there's plenty of cheap stuff to get from the automated stations. Made mostly of metal, including the furniture, the place is a large, box shaped area with tables and stools densely packed in with even more people filling it up. Vaikian pets are underneath the tables for at least half the patrons, ranging from guards to collared toys wearing nothing but a leash with beaks firmly held against their master's crotches to suck and service.

On the walls are a few screens showing Yskra, captain of the Wicked Gold, breeding a vaikian dressed in an elaborate bunny costume that leaves nothing to the imagination as their tailfeathers are disheveled and bent by the cock being stuffed into their snatch and proceeding to bloat it with a hefty, impressive load. Comments from the patrons watching call them Navy Lieutenant Robyn. Yskra is in the nude for this, a white feathered raptor with black along his forearms, thighs, and in intermittent strips of black and white along his tail ending in a golden yellow plume. The same gold can be found on his snout and in a crown of feathers around his head, and his eyes are a frosty blue. Below his knees and elbows is the light milk chocolate color of the skin leading up to his talons.

Robyn has a white feathered torso and abdomen speckled with hazel brown, the same brown hue creating sleeves on their forearms and thighs with a crest of hazel and darker walnut along their head. Their eyes are amber yellow and a bit lighter in hue than Yskra's where feather transitions to thick skin below the elbow and knee. From what I've gathered in passing, Robyn double crossed the vaikian after being captured and subsequently released by Yskra. With her previous military credentials, she fed Yskra valuable info while sabotaging communications, making it very easy for the Wicked Gold to dance right onto the planet and take it. Vaikian rights were stripped, and now the little chest-height birds need a raptor to own them to get pretty much anything done, including marry. From the sounds of it, they actually embraced this for the most part; readily enough their society remains somewhat autonomous, anyways.

Inevitably, others sit next to me at a table as several crews come off the clock and bring their pets with them. But with their needs not attended to and many raptors engaging with each other in conversation, drinking, games, and gambling, I soon find my lonesome self surrounded by half a dozen vaikian. Neglected and needy, the small females appear to be from logistics or another desk job and have small shirts along their top halves with little backpacks for small computers. Their bottom halves are bare and leave small drops of fluid running down their thighs from boring work and no fun all day.

Nuzzling up against my legs and pleading softly with small caws as to not alert their owners, I happily nod to the females and my pants are off in seconds. Three bunch in to lap at my pent up balls and coax my excited dick free. There's very little waiting as the first hops up and spears themselves down over halfway like a fleshlight, covering her beak to avoid moaning too loud as she rides herself on my manhood. Clearly, she needs help, and the others are more than happy to provide it, holding her hips and pushing her sex down into each lazy thrust of my hips.

It isn't long before she is overcome by taking a shaft almost half her size and she soon goes rigid and tighter than I thought possible as she climaxes, spurts of juices flowing down my orbs and taint as she milks my erection for every drop of pre possible. Then it's onto the next, and it isn't until the third girl my blue balls are finally brought to bear and I cum inside her pussy, painting it white with my seed until it flows out in thick, heavy strings. Kinky little wierdos that they are, they lap it up so that not a drop hits the floor.

It's been a while for me and I'm more than happy to keep rotating the girls, some coming to pick up their mischievous toys and promising a small punishment for wandering off and others praising their willingness to be please. A few even take theirs for sloppy seconds right in front of me, and I'm more than okay to see them drench their wombs full until swelling bubbles form in their bellies. Alcohol makes time and vision blur a bit, a few raptor women taking turns to ride me and others wanting to give a blowjob.

At first, I rebuff a few pets who like to pop a finger up inside my backdoor, but I can't say no to a particularly big raptor female who doesn't listen, and I'm stuck along for the ride. I find myself thrusting my hips not into her maw but back into her digits grinding against my prostate, the new stimulation heady and needed as my overworked nerves begin to numb in my cock. She chuckles as I'm brought to a heavy climax and fire load after load down her throat as her assault continues, and I'm left feeling both violated and fulfilled as she soon pulls away.

I let the next vaikian take the lead, specifically commanded by their master to sit in my lap with their back turned. I don't see the problem until two security vaikian handcuff me to the table. I was already ready to go for as long as my dick is wanted, so I don't really mind, but then the one riding me, a familiar looking assistant I realized sent me the map this morning, begins to take me deeper than the rest could. They moan desperately, and I can only imagine a small bump is bulging out of their stomach as they bounce along my dick and take it a little deeper each time.

With the mischievous looks of a few coworkers I recognize, I realize something's going on and this vaikian is taking me up their ass. A little strange and probably a just a kink of their master's to watch, and then they finally slam themselves to the hilt and let out a fierce twitter as small strings of cum fire out of the dick I couldn't see before. I feel a twitch go through my own rod and a shot of pre follows upon finding out they're male. Pulling himself off, his legs are twitching and shaking so badly his master has to help him, the raptor chuckling to herself as I shoot her a dirty look.

I know a hazing when I see it, and as the second male vaikian eagerly steps up, I tap a small ring-shaped device hidden underneath my tailfeathers against the cuffs and they come loose. Suddenly standing, I give him a hard look with a growl to match and he wisely backs up. Grumbling, I snatch up my pants and pull them on before stomping off, the lot of the voyeurs laughing and overall quite proud of themselves. One of the barmen flags me down and gives me a free drink, saying something about 'handling it without breaking something' that I'm too drunk and demoralized to fully comprehend before I'm free to make the walk of shame back to my quarters.

I set the bottle on a shelf to have another time and have just enough presence of mind to set an awaking alarm before I throw myself in bed. Damn near smashing the infernal device when it starts beeping, I get up eight hours later with a mild headache and take a shower to wake up before hauling myself to work once more. Today is mostly coding work to crack a piece of salvaged hardware I don't have any clever tricks to bypass, and Solar spots me going about it in a small corner of the engineering bay after several hours of going at it.

"Waaant some help?" He beams.

"Sure, why not. Got any ideas on what to do with an Ikazarian stealth drive's theft lockdown?"

"That's not Ikazarian tech."

"It's not?"

"Nah. Hypogean, actually. The Ikazaris were the ones who gave them a leg up in stellar travel and I guess between the rock and bug people on that planet they just decided to emulate Ikazari tech in every way possible. Except Hypogean's like to hoard platinum, so they use silver in their circuitry instead. Also, plastic is a foreign concept to them, so you won't find any inside if it was ever scrapped for parts."

"Oh, well damn. Wish I knew that six hours ago. I've been using an Ikazari languages codex."

"Mhm! A lot of basic functions will still work because this thing is technically a big hunk of plagiarism, but any further than that and you'll need the codex for Hypogeans. I've got one if you don't have it."

"Yeah, that would be a lot of help."

Sitting down next to me, he taps on a datapad and forwards the file, and while it's not an immediate solution, it puts me further forward to cracking this thing. As it turns out, he's done a few similar projects before, and his old code makes it fairly straightforward to write a cracking script. An actual Ikazarian piece of hardware would take forever to get through, but Hypogeans clearly take security less seriously because I have an unlimited amount of call attempts to figure out what code breaches its encryption instead of the hardware frying itself after the first. It makes enough sense; Hypogean tech replicates older equipment of other species instead of attempting to make anything new and cutting edge, so there's not a real reason for anyone to go out of their way to steal it.

The Wicked Gold cutting apart a ship they commandeered is another story. They... I guess now we have fairly ready access to Veloci' Dominion and Austrotainian Revolution equipment, so I can only imagine this will get sold on a blackmarket somewhere to a scrap merchant who doesn't know any better. It will take some time for the script to find the correct code, and during it Solar and I converse. It turns out he's very knowledgeable on everything that goes into a ship and how it functions, save for this current round of next generation equipment. He wraps his tail around mine and puts his head on my shoulder, and I decide to just put up with it since he's helped me.

"Can I have a few neck scratches? You've got good claws for that," He smiles and rubs his head against my shoulder.

I regard my fingers for a moment, the thick claws blunted along their tips so I don't stab or scratch my datapad's surface.

"Yeah, alright," I give in, raising a hand to absentmindedly give his neck a few caresses while I focus on the task at hand.

My fingers sink into his thick fluff, and it is incredibly soft, luscious and a lot heavier than it looks. I notice about this time he smells nice, mostly like mint and flowers; it is a welcome change to the oil and metallic tang of the engineering bay. I almost make a surprised noise in the back of my throat as he begins to purr heavily enough to vibrate my chest despite all that fur acting as a dampener.

"You're nice," He murmurs, finally quiet for a change.

"Sure, sure," I reply, trying to ignore the blush rising in my cheeks again.

Being a human must be miserable with their skin color giving them away whenever they're flustered. Come to think of it, I don't really know what Solar is. Possibly a gene modded version of the lizard-alike Zedarian? Hopefully he's nothing like the Siamera who can smell hormones on the skin. As if on que, he gives my jaw a small lick, and I feel an electric jolt that makes my heart skip a beat.

"Don't do that, please," I say after taking a steadying breath.

"You don't like it?" He chuckles knowingly.

"Nope," I reply.

"Heh. Sure."

"Alright, I'll bite. Why do you think I do?"

"You were polite about it."

I open my mouth to say something, but no reply comes to mind as I realize he's entirely correct, and in that moment, I'm stuck as he reaches up, kissing me. I damn near drop my computer as my fingers go slack and every thought goes blank. His tongue caresses mine as our lips connect, soft and warm as his claws tickle the nape of my neck. A guilty feeling arises in the back of my mind when I feel a spark of warmth growing in my chest, exacerbated as he grabs the bulge growing below the fabric at my crotch. Pushing him back, I wipe my mouth, clearing my throat.

"I told you not to do that," I growl, suddenly standing. "Thanks for your help but try to be more professional in the future."

He doesn't say anything, smiling mischievously while waving his tail to-and-fro playfully, and I bite my tongue before I say anything else stupid and instead leave now that the stealthdrive is usable. I find some wiring work that needs doing in the hangar bay and nearly miss my clock out time. Getting some food in the mess hall, it's hard to swallow, and it's not just the taste that's the problem.

When I get to my room, I think about reaching out to Raetha but decide against it after a few agonizing minutes of deliberation and instead take a shower. Still worked up after the kiss, I grab some lube and stroke myself to full mast, imagining her pressed against the shower wall as I sink inside her tight vent. Her tail wraps around my waist and suddenly forces me balls deep, and I moan, bracing against the shower wall and thrusting into my fingers as pre flows out of the tapered tip of my dick. I know every single one of her growls and rough purrs, the raptor's sex a perfect fit to my shaft. Or would be had I not suddenly disappeared, driving me to want to fuck her all the harder as pressure builds in my manhood.

I remember the cries she made and how they were always bird-like, and suddenly the mental picture becomes the twittering vaikian as he slams his deliciously tight ass down hard enough I feel my balls slap against his flesh.

"N-no..." I murmur, sliding down the shower wall as hot cum erupts from my dick, making him shudder as it's pumped directly into his belly. "I - I'm n-not..."

It's a huge load, my balls straining and churning as my prostate hurts with the amount of effort it heaves with to propel hot, thick ropes against the metal wall, falling carelessly across my body as I haphazardly pump my sensitive flesh with both hands. After the first male is filled, the second takes his place, and this time I struggle against the cuffs but can't escape as he rides me until tears are running down the corners of his eyes and he's came three times but won't stop until I erupt inside him, filling the bird just as I had the other females in an attempt to put an egg in them. Then there's a third, a fourth, and perverted humping and moans fill my head until my orgasm finally begins to peter off.

I need a moment to rest before I robotically stand and turn the archaic knob, water rushing down in a heavy rain. That's not enough to get the stickiness out of my fur and feathers, and I have to apply more soap than normal to fully clean it out. Drying off, I flop out nude on my bed, overwhelmed with rogue feelings to process and opting to fall asleep over facing them.

I feel a tongue lick across my genital slit and raise my head up to see a sexy grey feathered raptor with a shock of blue hair burying the muscular organ into my genital slit. We're in her bed, early morning sunlight filtering through as ever amorous Lithi, Raetha's twin sister, forces my dick to come out of hiding and into her hungry jaws. Raetha lays cuddled next to me, waking with a chuckle but otherwise letting her nymphomaniac twin sister go to town. I lay back, letting off a moan here and there as her tongue wraps around my width and devours its length until taking it into her throat.

After I'm lubed and hard, she turns around to wrap her tail around my arm for support as she crouches above my throbbing rod and slowly beings to sit down. As my tip breaches her folds, I give a tug of my arm and she slips, slamming down on my length with a satisfied gasp and a vibrating my core with a heavy purr. I don't remember her making that sound. The thought jolts me awake and in the low light I realize it wasn't entirely a dream and Solar is the one squirming on top of me, dick fully sheathed inside his ass and it's gripping down like a vice.

"I - Solar - what?" I stammer, caught off guard.

I knew he wanted to get into my pants, but this is ridiculous! I try to move my arms, but they're held back by his tail, far stronger than I had even thought to give him credit. My ankles are tied to the bed by a few straps as well, leaving me fully at his mercy.

"For a small raptor, you've got a pretty big dick," He breathes happily, taking a few moments to adjust to my girth inside him.

"W - what do you think you're doing?" I cry, keeping my voice low so I'm not caught like this.

"Riding you, feather boy. What does it look like?"

"I don't want that... get off!"

"Well, if you insist," He giggles, raising himself up and gradually sinking back down with a silken grip.

That's not what I meant and you know it, you fluffy bastard! A small moan is forced out of my throat, and he spins around to bury his fingers into my chest feathers, softly running his fingers through them and grooming them flat again in a way that feels really nice. My tail is tied against my left side, but I can't help but have it lash around the little it can as he pumps himself up and down, going from tip to base of my length as he spreads his ass wide and takes it like a female twice his size.

I can't stop my traitorous body from releasing dregs of warm pre inside of him.

"Already starting to fill me? I love that I have this effect on you," He croons.

"D-do you ever sh-shutup?" I growl, but it comes out as more of a whine.

"Not when I can so easily tease you. Mmmrph~ I can feel you throbbing inside me. Is someone getting close?"

I shake my head.

"Then you won't mind if I pick up the pace, then," He grins cheekily, forcing himself down on my shaft forcefully enough his lube slick rump slaps against my abdomen.

The grip of his anal ring stays just as tight and his entire tailhole sucks me in like no vagina ever could, massaging and pushing against my raptor cock in ways I've never felt before and forcing me to grit my teeth. Even still, choked growls create rumbles of pleasure in my chest, only egging him on to go faster as I discern my shaft hitting the bump of his prostate.

"You're going to cum inside me," He huffs, bouncing so hard my loins begin to ache.

"N-no! Nonono! I'm not gay, I'm not gay!"

"Then why do I feel those balls starting to tense up?"

"F-fuckin' get off me!"

"Are you sure?"

"Y-yeah..." I moan like a bitch.

"Really now?" He giggles, suddenly slowing down to a crawl.

I feel a large gush of precum bubble up my urethra and deposit inside him, the horny bastard purring as he feels it wash against his inner walls while he fully hilts himself balls deep and reaches back to caress my balls. My hips move of their own accord to make the small, needy thrusts that they can, making him only purr louder and gyrate his hips.

"P-please," I squeak.

"What was that?"

"D-don't stop."

"Hmmm?" He croons, kneading my belly like a cat. "One more time?"

"Just be quiet and keep bouncing that ass!" I snarl, my horniness overtaking my reservations.

"But my legs are tired now," He says coyly as his tail slips and he pulls the knot free from the straps. "You'll just have to d - wo-AH!"

I flip him over with my hands gripping his shoulders from my forearms hooked under his armpits, pressing his head down with my body as he keeps his ass raised in the air.

"Fine you little perv!" I grunt, slamming my dick inside him balls deep. "You want to fuck me so bad, have it! You win you fuckin' prick! I'll rail your ass until I get an egg out of it, but don't you dare complain about it being rough!"

Holding down and humping into him angrily, I set a hard, fast pace and aim directly for his pleasure button. I know I'm teaching him all the wrong lessons but I can't stop myself if I wanted to and thrust into his hole, battering away any resistance until he's a custom-fit cocksleeve I intend to split like a small fleshlight. Any dry comments or witty retorts turns into mewls and purrs of pleasure as he practically melts beneath my touch, his tail wrapping tightly around mine and pushing it down to adjust the angle of my hips in a way that makes him cry out.

Cum leaks out of his dick in a weak stream and I breed his ass without restraint throughout it, only prolonging how his hole fervently strains to milk my own length.

"Is it everything you wanted?" I snap in his ear. "Do you want more?"

He nods weakly, barely able to register my words.

"Good. I'm not finished yet."

Between the noises, the soft fur, the adorable fucking face I just want to throatfuck into oblivion, I flip him over and force him to watch as I claim his ass for my own. I mutter curses under my breath, getting angrier at him but mostly myself and only pounding him harder and harder until his hole begins to twitch and I smash my rod against his prostate like a battering ram. Grabbing his head, I pull him into a sudden deep kiss, our teeth clashing and cutting our lips as my semen rushes inside him like a tidal wave, pumping shot after shot of cum into his belly. I lose count after the seventh pulse of cream.

My roar of pleasure is lost in his maw as his moans are eaten by mine, swallowing his tongue as mine pushes at the back of his throat. I slowly relax as I my balls are drained, Solar shuddering beneath me as his dick weakly throbs and drizzles another spent load across his stomach. I hold him like that for a while, gently petting and deeply kissing him. Inevitably, Raetha comes to mind, and I break the kiss, letting him rest against my pillow as I pull out and hop off the bed.

She doesn't know I'm a criminal, let alone a pirate, and I didn't want to have to explain that all to her, let alone risk being tracked while on the run. But I'm no longer running, and I just fucked someone else I can't say I don't love. So. It's time. She should be relaxing at home around this time anyways. I grab my phone where I left it to charge and give her a call.

"Elise? Are you okay?" She questions, her face appearing on the screen and lit up by the afternoon sun of our planet.

"Yeah. I'm fine," I reply tiredly.

"Where have you been?"

"That's, uh... a long story."

"Who's that?" Solar pipes up in the background and lower the camera for a moment to put a finger to my lips with a death glare, having thought he was passed out cold.

"Oh. I see," She sighs and then chuckles.

"Wait. See what?" I frown, raising the device back to my face.

"I've been thinking about it for a while, and I realized something."

"Whaaat exactly?"

"You were always more sensitive, always more inclined to hang with your friends than me. And I came to understand you were gay."

"... Say what?"

"Elise. Whenever any of your male friends hugged you, you hugged back. But you never did that for me. Or Lithi. Honestly, I would have been concerned about you cheating if she didn't use you like her personal sex toy."

On one hand, I want to rend a hole in the wall or keep trying until the arm falls off. On the other, this is a golden way for me to let her out of this relationship without realizing I've become scum of the galaxy in exchange for evading prison sentencing.

"Uh. Y-yeah. You got me," I stammer and nod. "I ran off with someone and didn't know how to tell you. Just called you in the spur of some guilt, y'know?"

"Does he make you happy?"

"Yeah."

"Then that's all I care about. Have a good life Elise and call me if you ever want to be friends."

"Will do."

"Bye."

"Bye..."

She hangs up I slowly slide down the wall until I'm sitting against the floor with my head in my hands. I don't hear him get up, but Solar crouches down and takes the phone from my hands, putting it back on the shelf.

"Well. I know for a fact you're bisexual," He chuckles weakly. "What was that about?"

"Oh. Letting my girlfriend know I won't be coming back. After. You know. Not telling her about...," I gesture around the room vaguely. "All of this."

"Am I a good enough lay you guilt-called her?"

"I'm not answering that."

"It's a simple question, kissy boy."

"I will wreck your fluffy ass if you keep pressing."

He takes a long look at me and then begins poking me all over my chest and face saying, "I'm pressing. I'm poking! I'm poking ya shit! I'm poking ya shit! You getting mad yet? You gonna do anything about it? Huh? Huh!?"

I'm too tired for this right now and instead stand up, pulling him into a hug.

"Oh," He deflates, a little disappointed.

"Do me a favor?"

"Okay," he says quizzically.

"Please. Just shut the fuck up for the next several hours and hold me?"

"Ah. Yeah. Sure thing," He nods, leading me back to the bed and wrapping his arms around my head as I nuzzle into his chest.

I've lost my mate and heterosexuality on the same day. Fan-tastic Elise! Really doing well with your life. Well. It's not like it can get any worse.

It really depends on your idea of worse. - The Writer