Space Bar
Space Bar
A space ship made of wood, glass and steel in the shape of a mighty winged dragon approaches a spinning top made transparent to semi transparent rock quartz crystal with several rings of the same material in a rainbow of colors. The claws of the dragon space ship extend from the main body and grab one of the larger rings as it comes in for a landing. The neck of the dragon extends from the ring to the main body of the space station where the jaws of its head clamp down on a tube protruding out from the top base that acts as a gangway corridor once the docking procedures are complete.
The Void Dragon is not the only ship in port, nor is it the only Zuvian vessel on the various docking rings but it is the latest to patronize the Top Stop for refueling and a little rest and relaxation for its crew of explorers between spheres. One Zuvian in particular is given a lot of dark looks from the humans hanging around the entryway ready to heckle the Zuvians, the survivors of the planet Zu which was populated by humanoid and humanized animals before the Empire of Humanity destroyed it because the planet's defense were able to successfully their attempts at conquest and enslavement of the no-human population as is their wont under the dictates of their Imperial faith which decrees that all beings in the cosmos were created to serve humanity in whatever capacity the humans deign fit, as they arrived before the clockwork constabulary that keeps the peace on the Top Stop chases them off: a black furred lupursyn with red hair and tiger stripes all over his body, the natural gloves and socks of a fox in red and a red raccoon's msk on his face over stormy gray eyes with a circlet of silver upon his brow, a red leather collar around his neck, steel skull pauldrons on his shoulders the drape a red cloak down his back, steel bracers and greaves over his forearms and shins and rucksack loaded red belt holding up an armored red leather kilt that feature black steel skull studs up and down its length. Each skill on his kilt represents a human Zevyox has killed in revenge for the death of his homeworld even as he and the various other species, of which there are many, search for a new world to call home where the humans cannot find them.
Zevyox stands a full eight inches over seven feet tall and draws out a revolver from one of his rucksacks and points it at the mob of human with a gaze that would freeze the hearts of many. The humans scatter for no other reason than they know he is very accurate with a firearm and there are enough of them that any shot he fires is going to hit one of them. Once the humans are gone he puts his pistol and continues on to his destination.
Vendors hawking their wares have mixed reactions to the lupursyn hunter as he walks past them. Humans glare but elf and dwarf merchants give him a nod of respect. A gnoll pimp hails him.
"Zevyox! What's going down, my man?" Rex Purple says loudly and proudly. "I got some prime pussy lately," he lowers his voice and whispers in the lupursyn's ear, "I even got a few human girls that I need help breaking in if you're interested."
"I must say, I'm tempted, Rex," Zevyox admits. "I have a few things to do in the Bazaar of the Bizarre but I will keep you in mind."
"Will you be holding court in the Stone Skull?" Rex asks to which Zevyox just nods. "I will see you later then."
"Just out of curiosity," Zevyox inquires, "Is Pixie available for a quickie?"
"And more if you like," Rex states and accepts a bag of gold from Zevyox before handing over a key and a leash. "She's yours for the duration of your stay."
The lupursyn and the gnoll exchange a knowing glances as the ranger turns the key in the air which opens up a dimensional door which he then steps through. Beyond the door is a room of extradimensional space much like a prison cell with a single occupant naked and suspended from the ceiling by chains attached to cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Delicate creamy white skin can be seen between the cold iron cuffs and collar that keep this fey creature meek and submissive.
Fiery red hair in a top knot and exaggeratedly pointed ears are hallmark of the elf girl's head as green eyes open to regard her user before she smiles broadly. Pixie has endured many masters in her existence as one of Rex Purple's slaves but few are a considerate and generous with his affections than Zevyox. In her own mind, Pixie thanks the goddess of lust that for now she has been rented by the lupursyn and not an orc or a drow this time.
Zevyox drapes his kilt over Pixie's face as is the customary first act n which one lays claim to a slave by having her attend your base sexual needs. Pixie eagerly arcs her head to suckle at his scrotum as Zevyox very much is in practice with the traditions of wearing a kilt and what one wears beneath it. He fondles her breasts as she snacks on his sack, nibbling and suckling to get his canine cock to peek out of its sheath so she may suckle it to hardness.
She savors his sausage when it elongates to the proper length; smoking him like a connoisseur would enjoy a hand rolled cigar. He moans as he enjoys the sensation of her mouth on his member Once he is properly hard however he pulls out and pushes his prick into her pussy.
Canine cock slips into elven cunny slow and easy and recedes to near egress before he thrusts back in. The elf in question is moaning in pleasure as she lets herself go and doesn't even offer token resistance to the monster fucking her. She has spent a century in slavery rented out to males and females; it's been so long that she has forgotten what freedom is like and wouldn't know what to do with herself if she ever became a free woman.
He gets harder within her as uses the chains suspending her from the ceiling as a bondage sex swing which is actually what the rig was set up for, to easily facilitate his fucking. While he takes her in measured strokes; mentally noting how close he is to climax as he knows what he needs to do and makes sure his knot does not trap his cock in her cunny.
While he awaits the inflation of his knot, Zeke sends his muzzle to lick and suckle at her tits which only heightens Pixie pleasure as she enjoys playing the part of his toy. He continues to taste tit until his knot starts to almost seal his member within her. When that happens he takes himself out of her entirely and strokes his shaft in front of her until he pops his load onto her body with more than a little sailing into her awaiting mouth.
Pixie nods in submission after having cum sprayed all over her naked body. Zevyox attaches the lead to her collar and the chains release Pixie slowly. A bra and loincloth not unlike those worn by slave girls in other venues appears for Pixie to wear and the pair leave the chamber together.
Among her duties, Pixie acts as a guide for Zevyox, keeping him up to date from the last time he was here. The pair visit several shops where oddities are bought and sold; the proprietor is a short humanoid with gray skin four arms each ending in a four fingered hand, including the thumb, three legs, each foot having three toes one of which is an extended heel, but two big eyes with a red and yellow conical cap, a veil of the same colors covering the rest of his face, a vest and pants. He greets Zevyox warmly.
"Zevyox!" The merchant beams, "What brings you to my shop today?"
"I have some dinosaur hides and skeletons I need to move, Barnum," Zevyox says, "Are you still in that market?"
"Not much call for them, I'm afraid," Barnum says dejectedly, "But I do know some folks who do. My brother Ringlee still does a brisk business though. He's out on safari right now."
"Here's a chit to get you into the section of the Void Dragon's hold if you want to take a look and see what your brother might be interested in," Zevyox says with a smirk as he hands over a token with the Compass Rose of the Explorer's Society that he works for to Barnum.
"The brother he speaks of has never materialized," Pixie whispers to Zevyox once they are out of Barnum's shop.
"I know," Zevyox admits in a whisper, "It's a bit of a game we play. His species needs that sort duplicitiousness to get along. Especially with the humans."
"Speaking of which, there is a pack of them behind us," Pixie says lowly.
"I know," Zevyox retorts. "They've been following us since we emerged from your cell."
"What do they want?" Pixie asks.
"More than likely," Zevyox conjectures, "Me dead and you on your way to a humans only slave brothel." He catches movement out of the corner of his eye. "They think they're clever," then to Pixie, "Find cover; NOW!"
Pixie obeys rather than verbalizes her ascendance to his command as Zevyox pulls out a pair of revolvers. A dozen humans with knives come at the ranger from either side, but their attack was anticipated and so Zevyox gets in the first shot. One human on either side of him goes down from a head shot wound as the rest keep coming.
They think they can swarm him, but they are mistaken as the pistols are double action as he pulls back the hammers and shoots again as he moves back. Two more get pushed back with wounds to the shoulders as the rest keep on him. Zevyox empties his pistols into the mob attacking him without killing anymore humans as he has to switch weapons, knocking over a barrel that rolls between the lupursyn and the humans that want to slaughter him.
Zevyox drops his pistols into his rucksacks which are enchanted to hold more than they might otherwise seem to hold. Then he draws forth a pair of machetes and stands before the gathering humans with an evil smile. Despite the fact that each and everyone of them is wounded, the humans still think they can take the monster and thus hold their daggers defiantly.
Like a pack of wolves the human thugs surround Zevyox but while they are doing that, two more of their number fall to vicious strikes from his machetes. The remaining eight use wolf pack tactics to try and safely whittle the lupursyn's strength down to the point where they might kill him, but though a few of them might get a strike in, none get any solid hits as Zevyox manages to catch one fool in the perfect position that he can scissor strike in such a way as to decapitate him. Another round of stabbings nets no hits on his armor, but Zevyox liberates another noggin from the shoulders of one of his attackers thus reducing the original number of attackers by half.
The fact that half their original number has apparently not yet down on the rogue humans as they continue to attack the lupursyn with two of them getting a hand lopped off for their trouble. Two more get severe slashes across their chest as the remaining pair tag team to get a pair of solid hits on the monster. The pair that lost hands do the smart thing and run away from the fight while the remaining quartet are bold enough to think they can still take this furry freak and they tell him so in no uncertain language.
If the humans expected their bravado was going to cow the lupursyn into submission they are severely disappointed when he laughs in their faces. The shock of such a cavalier attitude shocks the quartet into inaction which proves a fatal mistake as the wolf-bear moves like the predator he is and slashes the faces of two of them and goes for the scissor strike on a third. The pair that got their faces slashes drop their blades and run screaming while the one that got his throat cut drops to his knees before collapsing to the ground; dead before the jolt of his body slamming into the concrete causes his head to roll off his neck.
The last human faints from the shock and realization that he is severely outmatched and since it is only him against the massive warrior, his chances of actually killing him just went from slim to none. Zevyox just leaves him in the street and moves on, calling on Pixie to join him but before she does she takes a fallen dagger and slits the throat of the surviving human so that only those that wisely fled kept themselves alive today. Zeke stops at a park and buys himself and Pixie sausages and beer as he is a little parched.
As they have their snack, Zevyox refills his revolvers just incase he needs them again and puts them back in his rucksacks. A brass humanoid about the same size as a human and near twice as wide, sculpted to look like an obese human policeman save his bottom half is a huge sphere of brass rolls up to the table where Zevyox and Pixie are sitting. This is one of the clockwork constables who interviews the lupursyn and his elven companion as to exactly what occur that left eight humans dead in the street for the janitorial automatons to remove, but once Zevyox has answered the questions to the constable's satisfaction, it lifts its bronze derby in salute, bows to the ranger as best it can and then goes on its merry way.
Zevyox next visits a municipal munitions forge and purchases the raw materials to make replacements to the bullets he fired. A lady skunk alchemist hawking special powders grabs Zeke's attention and he waves her over to his station to inspect her wares. Barbette Pasteur is more than happy to show Zevyox Derange her wares.
"My dear, dear, Zeke," Barbette, an orange and black skunk who likes doing a lot with the tall handsome lupursyn, inquires, "How are you doing? And how long are you staying on this time?"
"The Void Dragon is getting a few things checked out while we're here," Zevyox admits as he contemplates how long he'll be, "I guess maybe a month?"
"I'll definitely see you around then," Barbette says with a wink, "What can I interest you in? I have powdered alchemical gold, powdered alchemical silver, powdered alchemical adamantium, sanctified ash..."
"What sort of woods do you have sanctified ash?" Zevyox asks.
"Oak, Yew and Ash with a couple of vials of Birch," Barbette answers, "I have some consecrated mummy dust as well."
"I'll take some oak ash, some silver and mummy dust," Zeke orders and gives her a bag of silver coins.
"I should know some of this, but what do you need that for?" Pixie asks.
"Mixing certain reagents like the ones I just bought help to enchant the bullets I fire from my guns," Zevyox explains, "Silver is good against several monsters and by adding powdered alchemical silver to the mix along with sanctified oak ash and consecrated mummy dust will make the bullet more effect against certain types of monsters."
"You're using it to make alchemical ban bullets?" Pixie asks.
"Essentially, yes," Zevyox says. "I especially want them for aberration monsters which I try to kill every chance I get. Which reminds me," He then turns to Barbette, "Do you have any fungal defoliant?"
"Not much but I do have some," Barbette says and digs it out. "Having trouble with the mi-go again?"
"We've had some run-ins with them lately," Zevyox admits. "Anything that will kill the suckers off quicker is sorely needed."
"Run for you lives!" A random dwarf yells as he runs by with his beard on fire and a crazed look in his eyes. "Steamer war golem gone berserk!!"
"Give some nitro as well," Zevyox sighs as he pulls a rifle out of one of his rucksacks that has a revolving cylinder and a pump lever like on a modern shotgun. "I'm going to need to make a batch of explosive bullets as well."
"I keep forgetting those are rucksacks of holding on his belt," Barbette says with a smirk and a sigh.
A squad of blaster mages from the Anti-Tech Guild forms a wall in front of the shop where Zevyox was working. All ten are in black leather with the broken gear emblem of their fellowship displayed prominently as they hold their staves high whilst Zevyox races out of the building behind them and slides into firing position to get a look at what is causing all the ruckus. A ten foot mechanical scorpion with buzz saw mandibles, crushing claws and a cannon tail skitters into view.
Black smoke belches out the rear near the base of the tail as the wizards concentrate before launching a barrage of lightning bolts at the thing that does absolutely nothing. One of the mages, a cute blonde human female is grabbed by a claw and fed into the buzz saw mandibles. Her screams are horrifying as the flesh is quickly stripped from her bones and used to fuel the fires of the monstrosity before them.
It then grabs a male dwarf chomping on a cigar as he lights a rocket that shoots right inside and causes some sparks but does little else as the war golem eats him as well. The cannon fires grape shot and shreds half of the remaining mages to pieces as they all use their magic to shoot bullets of pure magical force at the thing. It reels from that blow but the clockwork servos on the cannon reload it as quickly as possible as he charges forward using its claws as shields.
Zevyox in the meanwhile is just looking at the thing to see where its weak spots could be that he can exploit. Then he remembers something and pulls a set of goggles out from one of his rucksacks and dons them. Through the goggles he gets a magical heads up display showing how much fight the golem still has and points out some of the key joints, he can shoot for.
First shot is on servos aiming and arming the tail cannon and is not where the explosive bullet can do the most damage which causes him to swear. The Anti-Tech mages turn to look at him and frown as rifles like his are on their shit list just as much as golems like the one they are trying to take down. Zevyox could actually care less about their opinion as he makes another shot and this time the explosion ignites the powder in the cannon prematurely, which causes it become fouled so that when it shoots again the weapon blows up and becomes useless as anything but a club which it uses to splatter one of the remaining four mages.
Cursing loudly at the golem, Zevyox pumps his rifle and shoots again at the boiler that is partially exposed at the back. The shot fails to explode the boiler but does kill the motors needed to maneuver the tail. Zevyox pumps his rifle and takes another shot that blows off the tail completely.
At this point, Zevyox reminds himself of how many shots he's fired and how many he has left before he has to reload. One of the remaining three gets shredded as he does this as the other two get read to launch lighting bolts again. Something in his mind clicks to the fact that lightning might actually heal the monsters and he cries out this idea to the wizards who ignore his warnings and charge the thing anyway.
Most of the damage Zevyox has inflicted in the thing is instantly repaired as it grabs the two humans and eats them as well. The screams of the dying makes the wolf-bear grit his teeth and reach into one of his rucksacks to take out a glass grenade. Inside the glass vial is acid made with rust monster essence to enhance its effectiveness on metal monstrosities like what he is facing now.
"Weak against acid," Zevyox announces to himself, "Good to know!"
The metal scorpion reaches for Zevyox who dives for cover so he can reload. He loads normal round into his weapon for his next tactic. Zevyox tosses glass globes filled with acid into the air and then goes skeet shooting with his own balls as his targets.
He empties the whole cylinder but each bullet hits is mark and drenches the golem in acid. Next he tosses a freeze bomb that causes the whole machine monster to stand still with icicles dripping from its outline. Zevyox shots it with a normal bullet from one of his revolvers and it shatters into a million pieces of frozen metal.
"Well, that was interesting," Barbette states in a thick French accent. "Did you use rust monster bile on those acid grenades?"
"Yeah," Zevyox admits with a guilty smile, "It seemed appropriate."
"My machine!!" A steam punk cyborg screams as he just now catches up with his own creation. "You destroyed it!"
"Mechamann!" Barbette and Zevyox groan as one.
"We might have known," Barbette growls.
"I know where to shoot you where it really stings, Mechamann," Zevyox growls and points a pistol at Professor Einstein Mechamann.
"Now, now let's not get hasty," Mechamann says with a guilty grin on his face.
"Professor Mechamann," A clockwork constable, "please come with me quietly."
"Yes, officer," Mechamann and allows himself to be escorted out of the area.
"I'm billing him for these but I'm giving them to you," Barbette says with a predatory grin as she hands Zevyox a bag of cylinders of specially constructed bullets. "I know you'll put them to good use."
"I'm sure I will, alright, I'm off to Stone Skull," Zevyox announces and motions for Pixie to come and join him.
"Yes, Master," Pixie says with a smirk and just falls in line.
They pair soon comes across a strange creature made of organic steel looking like the misbegotten progeny of a gecko and a dragonfly large and long enough to accommodate both of them. Pixie gets in the front and lays down as tendrils within attach to her hands, feet, knees, elbows, tits and inserts in her pussy and ass hole. Zevyox rides in the back carapace as the creature beats its wings and takes flight.
Similar monsters are also flying around near the ceiling of the level of the station that they are currently on. Zevyox relaxes and makes sure his guns are fully loaded as he keeps a wary eye on his surroundings. Clockwork dragons patrol the skies as well, keeping the sky lanes moving.
A titan's colossal skull made of pure granite sits on top of a waterfall streaming down to a reservoir far below and it is to this ominous place that the slave flyer flies. Its claw like feet grip the nose cavity for Pixie to crawl into the place while Zevyox twirls a monkey's paw grappling hook secured to a silk rope. Zevyox swings in through an eye socket and lands on the stone floor as he recalls the monkey's paw and puts it back into his rucksack.
Inside the skull is a tavern catering to beast folk like Zevyox. Furless beings like Pixie are tolerated as long as they are there as the servant of someone like Zevyox. Pixie knows enough to keep close to Zevyox for her own safety.
Pixie gets a menu from a Minotaur who gives her a nod as Pixie has been here before and she behaves herself every time she is here. Nervously she crawls under Zeke's kilt and busies herself with licking on his scrotum, fully intending to swallow his semen when the time comes. A rabbit waitress comes to take Zeke's order and glares at the elf slave but mainly because she usually gets better tips for herself when she makes herself available.
A bright orange vixen in black leather green hair, purple eyes, yellow gloves, socks and tail tip with yellow rings up and down her tail. She gives Zevyox a hug and a nuzzle before she takes a seat opposite him at the table. Rex arrives to take Pixie away as soon as he sees Kandee join Zevyox much to Pixie's disappoint.
"When you need her again she'll waiting," Rex says with a smirk.
"Thank you, Rex," Zeke replies with a nod and a smirk before turning to his vulpine companion. "So what brings you out here, Kandee?"
"This weird creature calling himself Barnum brought me out here," Kandee Jones replies honestly. "He said he wanted to examine a few things and judge their relative ages."
"At what point did the groping start?" Zevyix asks half serious.
"About the second week I started working up here," Kandee admits with some shame showing on her face.
"Anything I can do to help?" Zevyox asks as he drinks a beer.
"Do you know any ships that could use an archaeologist?" Kandee asks in a semi serious manner as she just downs her beer.
"What sort of studies are you pursuing?" Zeke asks point blank.
"Right now I'm studying the artifacts of the major players in the dark tapestries that lie between systems proper," Kandee admits. "Primarily as a preventative manner. I'm learning more and more about them so I can make available my findings as a warning to others."
"Before coming out here, something happened on a dig didn't it?" Zevyox prompts.
"You could say that," Kandee admits. "I was on a dig on this ice world in a dead sphere that looks like it could be wintery vibrant. The outside features a snowman in a globe that is constantly snowing. Inside it's perpetually snowing and the only place to land is on the snowman itself. The body is firm enough to walk on and the coal buttons are these octagonal vaults obsidian on which is etched terrible scenes. I don't even know how to describe it."
"Did you explore the face?" Zevyox asks.
"We flew there, yeah," Kandee admits, "I kind of wish we hadn't. The nose that looks like a carrot is actually the shell of some creature I'd rather not meet to be honest with you. But other than that it was more of the same."
"Lemme guess, you son found out you weren't alone," Zevyox conjectures.
"How did you know?" Kandee asks incredulously to which Zevyox just gives her a look that almost stupefies her, "Oh, right, you kind of hunt the weird ones for a living." He nods sagely. "Well it was weird, there were these six legged polar bears with narwhal horns..."
"I know about them, I've killed a few actually," Zevyox admits. "Nasty things, almost as bad as wendigo spirits."
"Floating moose dudes with stumps for arms and legs?" Kandee asks and again, Zeke just nods. "Oh, good, I though I was going crazy."
"That's one of their intentions actually," Zevyox relates, "That and driving parties to cannibalism."
"How did you encounter them?" Kandee inquires.
"I was hired as a guard on a prospecting expedition on an ice world...it may even be the same one you were on actually, now that I think about it." Zevyox speculates. "Some fool was sold a story that there was treasure buried within the ice and he bought it hook line and sinker."
"Greed has brought many to their misfortune before," Kandee observes while finishing off a mug of beer.
"And it cost several other expeditions their lives," Zevyox relates bitterly as he empties his mug. "Fortunately the last expedition I was on he came with us to make sure the mission went as he had planned. The dwarf was among the first to fall but the last to be discovered. After we found him dead, the rest of us decided to cut our losses and run away."
"Is that why the one dwarven clan has a feud against you?" Kandee asks to which Zeke just nods as she downs another mug of beer and gets a tipsy smile on her face. "Speaking of getting screwed, I haven't had much attention to some of my needs since before I got here and getting groped by Barnum doesn't count."
"Madam has an itch she needs help scratching?" Zevyox asks with a smirk as Kandee removes her black leather armored catsuit revealing yellow triangles over her breasts, between and yellow markings below that suggesting a jack-o-lantern face on her torso.
The rest of the bar just leers at the stripping vixen as nobody raises a paw to stop her. Rex has Pixie sucking his own cock as a four armed snake woman slithers over with a wand in one hand. She winks to the pair before lifting up Zeke's kilt and jamming her wand in to jab his cock as she yells a short arcane phrase before walking away.
Zevyox glares at the snake until Kandee's yellow heel taps him on the shoulder. She is spread out before him with a look that demands his attention. He removes his kilt to discover Madame serpent had actually granted him a boon as twin canine cocks now stand seamlessly from his sheath.
Kandee screams in pleasure as Zevyox finds a place to put both cocks at once as he dips his muzzle to lick at her nipples. Beneath her loincloth, the snake lady is masturbating as she watches Zevyox pound Kandee's pussy and tail hole at the same time. Kandee and Belinda exchange a knowing look as Kandee wraps her legs around his waists as Miss snake dons a strap-on and slithers up behind the wolf-bear.
As Zeke's twin cocks get harder with each subsequent thrust into Kandee's holes as he gleefully suckles at her tits. Belinda smirks to herself as she sees the male is completely distracted by the cursed female with here wicked fur pattern. Bunching her coils she gests her alien looking dildo strapped to her own hips in line with his tail hole and then proceeds to plug him.
Belinda's faux phallus actually extends into her own pussy as she takes Zevyox even more savagely than he is fucking Kandee. Zeke looks back to see what is going on behind him and after he sees that Belinda is pegging him says nothing but just chuckles and continues to plug away at Kandee as they become the floor show for everyone else to watch. His knots start to form which amuses Kandee no end as it means both cavity are going to be filled as Zevyox does his best to grind with her as Belinda pounds a way at his backdoor.
Zevyox gets his climax much sooner than even he had anticipated as getting his rear reamed by a serpentine sorceress who borders on dementia on a good day seems to have accelerated the arrival of his load. Belinda giggles as she recedes to total egress to let Zeke sit down when Barbette sneaks over with a salve. Kandee manages to slip off of his double poles as Barbette applies her salve to his bats and balls.
Once Kandee is off, a stripped Barbette yells: "My turn!" and takes her place. Belinda crosses her arms over her chest and glares at the skunk girl who happily bounces on his lap with all lower bodily apertures plugged. A line kind of forms of other females in attendance behind Belinda who is standing to the side of Zevyox with her arms crossed; then she looks behind her, sighs and giggles as Pixie starts down the line with a bowl of number chits as Rex sets up a sign saying: Now Serving #0, but the number is easily changed and Belinda is holding the #1 chit in one of her hands as Zevyox, looks at the tally board before sighing and chuckling.