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Evolution Eradication

The Ending Orgasms

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

The day before departure...

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Bytter took a breath, the grey wolf tucked away in the hallway, already dressed ready to retire for the evening, although he didn't feel as if he was going to be heading off anytime soon. His muscle definition showed easily through the zip-up top he was wearing in a deep brown and trousers that brushed the ground around his feet, though his hind paws were bare of any shoes. His grey fur showed a hint of blue, a deep, eye-catching shade - but Bytter never really concerned himself with his appearance.

"Unff... Yes... Fuck me... Ohhhhh!"

Bytter stifled a groan, his paw shoved into his trousers and underwear, the looser boxers that he was wearing underneath easily shoved out of the way. His paw worked up and down his cock furtively, as if it was going to be the last orgasm that he would ever get, but he should never have been watching what was going on in the room beyond.

For the sliding door had malfunctioned, allowing him to peer in through a crack to see his very own quartermaster of the spaceship he was on getting railed furiously by his favourite crewmate on the ship: Jack. A cherry bay stallion, it was not the first time that Bytter had seen Jack's dick, yet he would forever long for the long, thick length of throbbing cock.

It ploughed into the snow leopard, Sawyer, with ruthless determination as she laid back on the bed, their bed, with her legs spread wide for him. Jack grunted and nickered throatily, his nostrils fluttering, holding up her legs with his large, strong hands, easily gripping her by the angles to prop her legs open and up in a V-shape. It was not a position that Sawyer would have been able to hold on her own, yet it exposed the hot, wet flower of her pussy to every stroke of his ravaging cock.

Bytter longed for that cock, the mushroom-shaped, flatter head ploughing into her with a lewd, wet slop of their bodies coming together. It was as if Sawyer's pussy was clinging onto him with every thrust, reluctant to let his cock even leave her pussy. It was a hot thought to have, his paw gripping his cock even more furiously than before, working up and down, a panting rake clawing at his lungs and windpipe.

Yet his eyes remained fixed on that cock, the mottled length with the fleshier, deeper shade of pink and dark brown spots, the sheath crinkling back with every thrust as if even it believed that it had even more cock to give. If only that dick was ploughing up into his tail hole, clenching at that very moment, the wolf would have found himself a very happy pup indeed.

Alas, Sawyer was Jack's fiancé and things couldn't be changed there, so he was forced merely to play voyeur as the powerful stallion bred her furiously. Her pussy squeezed around him, her juices leaking slickly onto his cock and even his dark, soft nuts, swinging back and forth to bounce delightfully off the round of her rump with every thrust.

"Mmmmph... Yes... Ohhh..."

She tried to arch her back, though had to bear her elbows down into the bed for leverage as she humped up, even though Jack's sheath crinkled back from her pussy. He was already using every inch of his cock that he had to give as he rammed into her, grunting with every thrust, his black tail flagging proudly as it lashed the backs of his thighs and calves. Sawyer took him as if it was nothing, despite the thick, meaty length of his dick stretching her out, forcing her to clench around him, squeezing and rippling around him obviously.

It could have been him... If only Jack liked him that way. However, Jack had a partner and he did very well with Sawyer. Bytter had to respect that, even if he would delve into fantasy after fantasy of being taken by the horses on the crew - and the bull too.

Yes... They were all hot. None hotter than the cherry bay, the rich hue of his coat drawing Bytter's eye as Jack thrust and thrust, the heady slop of his cock driving into Sawyer's wet pussy filling the air. Grunts and groans tangled through it and Bytter inhaled deeply, the scent of musk and sweat drawn into his lungs, nose twitching. It was intoxicating, yet he was merely a voyeur in the moment, playing passenger to the delights of another couple's pleasure.

"You feel...mmm...so good...inside me, Jack," Sawyer moaned, the snow leopard's pink tongue lashing out against her lips and muzzle. "Mmm... Harder... I want you...to cum in meeeee!"

She yowled, not even bothering to be quiet, a photo of Jack and her on the small, metal bedside table toppling over from the force of Jack's thrusts. Yet neither of them cared, not as the feline arched her back sensually and bucked on his cock, squeezing around him, letting herself be well and truly lost in the moment.

Jack's tail flagged as he rammed into his fiancée, harder and faster, his nostrils fluttering as he nickered. He needed to cum too and the ripple and pull of his lover's pussy around him was intoxicating, inviting him to spend every single drop that his nuts had swilling about inside within her pussy. She closed around him, muscles gripping the girth of her shaft, but Jack kept thrusting, slowing the pace of his thrusts a little more, though he put even more power behind them. Every thrust rocked her body back against the bed, the mattress creaking under their weight and pressure, though they were at no risk of breaking the bed. They had learned that lesson, of course, when they had been in their early months of being together... Investing in strong furniture was something at the forefront of their minds!

Even in the space fleet complex, where everyone had their own quarters and rooms. Sometimes the doors stuck though, which could be problematic if one was ready to sleep when others were still out and about. It hadn't really been an issue so far, however, for which everyone was grateful. Sawyer swept her tail up between his legs, tickling his inner thigh and up to his balls, the fluffy tip sweeping tantalizingly back down.

"I still have more to give, darling..." Sawyer purred throatily, her voice a little husky after climax. "Cum in me, Jack... Give me...unff...every inch of that nice, big cock of yours!"

Jack smirked, drawing out as if he was going to tease her. The stallion was not aware that he had a watcher, though the jury was out on whether or not he would have actually stopped if he had known. He was not ignorant as to Bytter's attraction to him, though simply had never seen the wolf in the same light or with the same attraction. Little did Jack know that things were going to change there, though it was not as if the stallion had any choice in the matter.

No... He only had eyes for his beautiful snow leopard, her grey and white fur glistening with good health as she rolled obligingly onto all fours for him, right at the edge of the bed so that her hind paws hung off the edge. In that manner, he could penetrate her from behind, sliding his cock right back up where it belonged into the hot slickness of her folds. She yowled and the stallion thrust, grinding in harder and faster, ramping up once more as need flowed through him. He grunted, tension building in his loins, yet Jack held off for as long as possible, need clawing and pulling at him, as if Sawyer was sinking her claws into him in her moment of need.

"Unff... Yes... Harder..."

He loved how she demanded more. Sawyer never begged and she was not submissive to him, the feline always giving as good as she got. He tried to claim her and yet his pumping cock was claimed, simultaneously, by her, the two of them coming together in harmony as they always did.

"Nnngghhh... So close..."

Jack would have tried to be more eloquently spoken and yet need demanded that he not. He was just a stallion, humping and thrusting, trying to give more than he even had already, his cock plumping out more and more at the head. The flare thickened slowly, patiently, even as Jack squeezed his glutes and braced his thighs, trying to help his body hold back for just a little bit more, just a little bit longer. It was all worth it, when he had her under him, her backside pressing back urgently against him.

Need flowed through him and his tail lifted more, his cock trembling, right on the brink of orgasm. He ached fiercely but it was not even in Jack to hold back in that moment, shrieking out a whinny as he slammed into his fiancée and finally released every drop of his need. His cock twitched inside her, pumping up a little thicker with every long, thick spurt of cum, demonstrating the very best of his species as he poured his lust into her.

"Unff... Ohhhhh!"

Sawyer trembled, ducking her head down between her shoulders and hunching a little, her tail lashing the air furiously as she rode out another orgasm. The thick fluff brushed and flicked back against Jack but neither the snow leopard or the horse noticed, not then, not when they were caught up in a joint orgasm, need escalating even as they took what was theirs to claim.

From each other. Always each other, only each other.

Bytter sighed, dipping his muzzle a little as he watched them. It would not be all that long before they all would be saying goodbye to others, for his team was heading out to complete a very dangerous mission. As much as it was a part of his role and life, the encroach of aliens and the shield that they had put up around the world to prevent procreation was, of course, problematic. And Bytter knew toot hat they would not stop there.

It was not information that he was privy too, though he had heard rumours of them looking to do more, the early negotiations with the aliens, though the aliens themselves had never revealed their faces or even any aspect of their physical forms, had gone purely. Even though they were the ones to find Bytter's planet, where he had grown up and wanted to live the rest of his days, with the allowance for space excursions, of course, the aliens had been surprisingly lacking in any desire to compromise.

So, Bytter and the team that he worked with, lived with, laughed with...they might not even come back alive. All while the rest of the warriors, those on smaller space jets, prepared to face the incursion and onslaught of aliens as they mounted yet another attack.

The wolf shook himself. Yes... But, no. He would not think of that, not right then. It was better to languish in the emptiness of the hallway and watch what was going on in the room, how Jack still gave tiny thrusts, staying as deep as possible otherwise, as he filled his partner with every drop of his cum. It would be the last time, most likely, that they would see each other for a while.

If he sank into the notion of just how it would feel to be penetrated by Jack's massive prick, perhaps he could think of nothing else for the moment. He didn't have to worry, no, for it was all out of his control, but he could watch and he could fantasise, barely even aware of creaming himself inside his underwear. The mess, at least, would be easy to clean up and to toss away down the laundry chute.

He could have been in there, with them, pulling Jack's dick out of Sawyer's cunt, still dripping with cum and her arousal, so thick and slick. If only Bytter could have been down on his needs to take that meaty prick deep into his mouth and the back of his throat, gulping it all down, eyes watering.

And yet...Bytter did not and never would have the courage to do so, not when he knew that Sawyer and Jack were quite happy together. Their sex life, to say the least of it, was exhilarating. Bytter would have been lying if he had said that it was the first time that he had ever spied on them going at it. Maybe that was why he was so enraptured by the stallion, the thick, firm round of his glutes, how powerful he was in the mere, simple presentation of his body.

Everything about Jack drew him in, even as the stallion, still hard, withdrew a little from Sawyer's pussy, leaning far over her, relaxing in the afterglow. There would be another round in it for them, but his flagging tail most beautifully showed off the pucker of his tail hole in the immediate afterglow, for which Bytter greatly appreciated. He would have played his tongue over that fleshy hole over and over again, pleasing him, devouring him, even tracing his tongue down over the sensitive perineum and over the dangling, heavy nuts too.

It was not just Jack's cock that Bytter lusted for, but the whole package.

It was enough for him to satisfy himself, which was a lot at that time, and Bytter quietly slipped back away to his room, preparing for the mission.

To take down the shield that prevented anthros around the world from procreating... Whether they survived or not, Bytter would at least know that he had done the right thing.

*

D-Day, before combat

Locker room

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In the locker room where their space gear was kept, tailored for each mission that the warrior team went on, all combatants against the alien scourge readied themselves for the mission. Sandor examined the chastity device that they were to wear, the white fox raising the ridges above his eyes, though he did still have some slightly thicker fur there, over his brows. He'd learned not to be too complacent about how eyebrows could demonstrate more expression when some anthros in the world didn't have them.

As commander, he had to be a master of all. And that was why the safety device, the "alien repellent lock," had to be in place on every member under his command. The aliens wanted to take it from them, which had been observed in the last several attacks where the unfortunate victims had been left milked of their seed - just the males. The females... They seemed to not be needed by the aliens but, if they stood up against the aliens and the forces sent down to decimate the planet, they fell just the same. They were no more special to the aliens than the males and others that fell in swathes.

That was why Sandor had to put a stop to it all. Even if he, as commander, knew that the chances of their success, as a team, all coming out alive, were slim to none. The alien repellent locks, however, would help them at least a little bit and protect his team from falling prey to whatever it was that they were draining others of their semen for.

"Hey..." Isai, a silver Labrador canine, said, wrinkling his snout as he picked up the lock, comfortable in the nude. "Uh... What is this for? It... Look, I don't want to be the one to say it but..."

"Yeah," Shamar said, a tiger with bright orange fur and sharp stripes. "It looks like a sex thing. Commander - these... Are they necessary?"

Sandor smiled, straightening up, entirely unbothered by being as naked as the rest of them. He knew every member of his team intimately and cast his eyes over them all.

Bytter, the grey wolf. Jack, the bay horse, along with his usual friend, Bevan, a black horse with not a snip of white on him. Isai, of course, was the silver lab, usually seen hanging out with Yair, a lion with a full mane, and Lukas, a stag who was the oldest of their team. That left Carter, a muscled black bull with shiny, silver horns, and Jace, a wolf who Sandor had thought would partner up well with Bytter. However, the wolves seemed to move fluidly through the rest of the team, always finding a place right where they were needed.

"It is necessary," he said calmly, letting the warm, smooth tone of his voice wash over them. "The aliens will not be able to drain a single one of us with these in place. Although they fit snugly, around sheath and, well, balls, they will not impede your movement in the slightest. Please - set them in place now so any malfunctions or ill fit can be dealt with immediately. We must move at a pace."

The team listened to him, of course. They always did, for he had earned their respect as commander long ago. Every alien repellent lock had a code applied to it, which Sandor knew, and that his team had chosen individually. Every one was personal to them - even his own. A verbal code too meant that only they would be able to open the locks, for there were no keys or anything of that ilk to be stolen.

"I see..."

Jace was the first to put the lock in place, the metal device sliding over his sheath like a cup that protected him. It locked around the neck of his sack, however, leaving his balls exposed, so it was not intended to prevent access to those. His tail hole was left exposed too as the device was secured around his hips. The wolf wriggled a bit as it all locked down into place, compressing his sheath lightly. With a round in the front, it did give the appearance of a cup, used for protection in sports and such, the metal plates fitting together neatly to allow fluid movement.

"It's not that bad," Jace admitted, shifting his weight back and forth and lifting a leg. "It still feels kind of weird though, I wish we'd had time to get used to them beforehand."

Bytter snorted, the wolf casting him a darker look.

"It's either this or the aliens draining your semen, take your pick."

Jace rolled his eyes.

"Alright, alright, I wasn't saying that I wasn't going to wear it or nothing," Jace grumbled. "You take everything so seriously, Bytter."

"Whereas this is a serious mission and we need to treat it with the gravity of such," Sandor said levelly, taking back control of the conversation, "there is no need for that, Jace."

The wolf flattened his ears submissively, softening his expression.

"Yes, Commander."

"Now..." Sandor said with a light smile. "We must continue. Please ensure that your space suits are fitted correctly too. It will be light armour for this mission as we must retain flexibility. Stealth, as always for us, will be key."

"Hey... Dude... Dude..." Isai muttered, nudging Lukas with his shoulder. "What's your code? Come on... Bet it's something to do with Sally."

The stag rolled his eyes and shoved the dog away from him.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He shot back, though it was all in the spirit of playful banter. "I don't even want to know what your code would be. Probably something dirty, knowing you."

They chuckled and tried not to consider the dire nature of what they were entering into, for it would do them no good at all to dwell on it. Sandor listened in, though was glad too that they were all comfortable enough with him to talk as if they were all amongst friends. That was the team that he had always wanted to lead.

They boarded the shuttle, a small, discreet vessel that could have jumped from galaxy to galaxy without being noticed, though it was smaller than the fare that the team was used to. The mothership was docked off the moon, an ominous reminder every single night of the threat that the planet faced, sinking their moral more and more every night. Sandor usually found himself quite at peace amongst the stars, letting his second in command, Yair, take the wheel when they were on longer missions. It was not on him, of course, to always be piloting the vessel, though Sandor preferred that everyone was cross trained as much as possible. It would help them in the worst case scenario of losing a member, or more than one member, of his team.

A commander, after all, had to provide for the most dire of circumstances.

As the shuttle approached the alien mothership, a vast, expansive ship with arms reaching out to either side like predatory wings, they moved swiftly, quietly, taking out the motion detectors that they had already noted in their plans. Using the schematics, they quietly planted bombs all over the mothership, focusing on the engines and where they believed the control centre to lurk.

However, they didn't pick up any movement on board the ship, not from any scans, not from any heat signatures. It disturbed the fox, though Sandor kept his mouth shut on his fears, merely relaying the information so that the team had every bit of the same detail as he did. Everyone needed to know.

Sandor exhaled when the last bomb was planted, at the far end of the mothership, the furthest point from their planet.

"Mission complete," he said, barely even daring to believe it. "Retreat, back to base."

"Understood, Commander."

Then and only then, he relaxed a little, letting a little of the tension slip from his shoulders, sitting in his commander's seat before the massive control panel, the windows out to the front of the ship doubling as screens. The shuttle's stats were displayed on one on the far right, though all was operating as expected.

They had anticipated, however, alien vessels to drop, ray guns to lance at them, some alarms to go off - something. They had prepared for a number of scenarios, assuming they would not get to plant every single one of the bombs, and yet...not a single one of them had come to pass.

Bytter stood at his shoulder, reading the reports, checking their surroundings. At least the sensors would pick up anything approaching them, which was comforting to know at the very least, for the shuttle had excellent reports on its suitability for such stealth missions. The fact that it had survived so far and was a ship that had been used several times spoke volumes for how well it ran.

And yet...there was something wrong. Not outside the ship, but inside.

Sandor frowned.

"Shamar, report."

No response came.

"Jace?"

He turned around, visually checking the command room, though there were no ID signatures on the tracking screen either showing Jace or Shamar. A sense of unease pooled in Sandor's stomach, the hair on the back of his neck, along with his hackles, standing up.

"Bytter - where are the others?"

One by one, the tracking dots marked on the wall screen disappeared, one after the other, until only Sandor and Bytter were left. One moment Sandor had eyes on Carter and Isai, the bull and the dog taking a step back and away from the front of the ship, tension layering the air.

The wolf shook his head - and then Carter and Isai were gone too.

Sandor cursed and leapt up, heart hammering, blood roaring in his ears.

"Bytter!"

But that was the last that he knew, on that shuttle, as gas spilled from the high vents and the next thing he felt was his cheek bouncing off the floor.

It had been a trap all along.

Continued in part two of three...