FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

--1

Lurdanjo very much liked his new apartment in the crime-free heart of Corneria City. It had all the futuristic touches to be expected in such an advanced society. The walls of the apartment were white, but in a way that somehow avoided feeling sterile and heartless; rather, the sunlight cast through the windows was warmly reflected, giving the dwelling a comforting, healthy glow without being overwhelming and blinding.

In lieu of a television set, video games, and a computer, there was a single holographic projector mounted on the wall adjacent to the sofa - which, like the rest of the furniture, was in a solid black shade, lending the apartment an attractive, high-contrast, two-tone color scheme.

To the untrained eye, the projector didn't look like much more than a piece of art-deco; two spartan, black pillars spaced several feet apart were affixed to the wall, with blackened glass lenses angled inwards. It was only when Lurdanjo sat on his sofa and started to issue commands that the projector became obvious.

"Close shades," said the dragon, and the thick blackout curtains on either side of the windows purred closed; not even the tiniest shreds of sunlight crept in then. Automatically, moody lighting cast from ceiling-aimed lamps lit the room warmly, but subtly.

"Activate projector - home media library, folder, porn," he said, stifling a little grin as the display flicked to life.

A seemingly solid image of a stuffed folder appeared, and it opened without the aid of any hands; hundreds of thumbnail images flowed out, and they arranged themselves in a neat and orderly fashion, their file names below, along with alphanumerical tags one would associate with a vending machine for easy reference. Lurdanjo looked at the animated tiles thoughtfully, now and again requesting that one be enlarged.

"Preview F8," he said, and suddenly, that video played, starting in the middle - the good part. In breathtaking detail, as though the actors were right there in his living room, he watched a pretty vixen giving a handsome drake a very specific kiss. "Cancel preview. Preview N2."

Lurdanjo went through his massive collection in this fashion, his state of undress progressing by the minute; by the time he finally decided on a video - and fast-forwarded through the plot, foreplay, and terrible "acting" - he was nude, and he had his cock in his hand.

In that video, a very cute and nerdy-looking foxcoon was most roughly fucked by a tall, handsome jock, a hyena, his jockstrap still looped around one foot, his jersey looking like a billboard across his colossal chest. As he pumped the coonfox, he idly chattered about his English courses, and how much he appreciated the tod's help - who assured the dumb jock that he was more than happy to help with both his studies and his extracurricular activities.

The best part of aptly-named projected porno was that, due to the fact that the action was scanned rather than filmed, the viewer was free to pan, zoom, rotate and roll the view however they pleased; it could be fixed to a specific body part, locked in one specific spot, or it could follow a pre-programmed track for the best cinematic appeal. In that sense, it rendered conventional pornography obsolete, for the most tasteful smut in the world could be turned completely gonzo, and the opposite was also true. The future was a wonderful place to be compulsive masturbators.

Lurdanjo had the view zoomed almost as far it would go. The focal point of the point-of-view was the tod's well-stretched asshole, slick with presumably saliva - though Lurdanjo had not watched the foreplay - and hyena-borne precum.

As time went on, the two actors stopped their increasingly hurried chattering, and they degraded into more brainless huffs and groans. Quietly, the tod whispered to his athletically-inclined lay, saying something along the lines of harder, harder, moan for me, and that was just what the jock did. The moaning and panting was almost as sexy as the exaggerated, over-zoomed penetration - almost.

Very soon, the hyena stud came, and he sank his black, blunt-tipped cock to the hilt, burying his bone in the cute foxcoon, his final entry followed by a deep, heaving groan and a massive squirt of jism that seeped around his shaft.

"Pause," Lurdanjo gasped, palming his erection fervently until he, too, joined the hyena in a climax, one that left a sullied white stripe on the smooth hide of his chest. There, he sat for several minutes, huffing and grinning in his afterglow, his sharp eyes studying every little detail of the still shot. He would have kept doing that had he not heard the new holomessage chime.

--2

The perfect timing of the alert wasn't lost on Lurdanjo; he stayed seated in the sofa, but he added to his comfort by propping his feet up on the coffee table. "Exit playback mode, open holomessage client."

With grace and speed, the porn faded away, replaced by a friendly interface that displayed his holomessages, both incoming - one new, several already viewed - and outgoing, which was empty. He read the header of the single incoming message, and then he grinned uncontrollably.

Subject: Weekend With Star Fox, Fox McCloud (Team Star Fox, leader)

"Play message!" Lurdanjo beamed, giving his tail a lash that was almost predatory.

The information pane faded, but did not disappear; it seemed to shrink into the background, and in the foreground, Fox McCloud himself appeared.

Dressed in a casual take on his usual uniform - green cargo pants, a black beater, an armless tan vest with none of the buttons fastened, and a red ascot around his neck - he regarded Lurdanjo with a smile that was incredulous in its' own way, but his eyes seemed quite sharp and knowing. "I am Fox McCloud, leader of the Star Fox squadron; you, Lurdanjo Mistaro, out of a huge turnout of three billion participants, are the sole winner of our first and one-of-a-kind Weekend With Star Fox contest."

The handsome pilot folded his arms across his slender chest, his smile turning into more of a grin, the kind of a cocky expression someone would expect a pilot with Fox's skill and accolades to wear. "You'll get to spend this entire weekend on the Great Fox with me and my fellow pilots, Falco Lombardi and Krystal. You'll learn how to fly an Arwing, and you'll get a cool, collectible prize - your very own flight suit with our emblem and your name on it."

The tod paused for effect, treating Lurdanjo to a brief, toothy grin. From there, all Fox had to say was what spaceport Lurdanjo needed to show up at, the valid forms of ID he needed, and what to expect from customs.

Once the message reached that point, Lurdanjo sprung up from the sofa, and he went into his shower stall. He washed up, dressed, packed a bag with a few changes of clothes he didn't expect to stay in for long, and he was out the door before his hair was even dry.

--3

Lurdanjo was certain he could have acquired a car easily, but he liked to walk; the beautiful skyscrapers, lush parks, and clean air were wonderful excuses to walk wherever he needed to go in Corneria City, but the truth of the matter was that he enjoyed the face-to-face interaction with the other residents.

In all the time he had lived there - which, he would admit, wasn't a very long time - he had never seen what he would've considered an unattractive individual. Faces were handsome and pretty, bodies were toned and fit. Breasts were plump, testing the limits of the shirts they inhabited, and male genitals bulged in beautiful sheath- and cock-and-balls outlines behind the hapless crotches of snug jeans and exercise shorts.

Furthermore, any time Lurdanjo stopped to talk with someone, they were utterly enamored with him; they smiled and postured in ways intended to present their bodies, and the drake knew that with only a soft-spoken suggestion, he could have had anybody he desired in any way at all.

The world he inhabited was strange like that, and when he saw a tall and handsome alligator - a face he was positively certain he had seen before - he demonstrated the unusual properties which governed that place. "Hey there," Lurdanjo said affably, smiling at the alligator.

The stud was almost literally a wall of muscular hide, which was most precociously restrained by snug, black exercise shorts and a wife-beater. He regarded the dragon with a quirked eye ridge and a coy grin. "Hey yourself. Mistaro, yeah? You won the Weekend With Star Fox contest! I was in that, you know, you lucky guy." His words would have fit with the casually derisive mannerisms and gruff tone of an older brother, but instead, his tone was incredibly sissy and swish.

Lurdanjo grinned because of this, and he nodded slowly in acknowledgment before allowing his eyes to drift down, whereupon they took inventory of the scaled hunk's crotch bulge. The great lump of his soft-hide scrotum made for a pair of rounded outlines, like a couple of oranges behind the Lycra of the exercise shorts, but curled in front of them, lending the outline a peculiar but unmistakable shape, was the handsome creature's cock, incredibly imposing, even dormant. Lurdanjo rumbled lewdly and swished his tail at the sight of it.

"So, I guess I'm something of a celebrity, huh?" Lurdanjo said with a coy grin, speaking to the alligator's cock bulge, making no attempt to prove otherwise.

"I'd say so, yeah!" the alligator laughed, shifting from one sandal-clad foot to the other in a gay manner. It could have just as easily been the simple mannerisms of a jogger, but Lurdanjo didn't think it was so benign - nevertheless, it was cute, and it endeared him to the dragon.

The dragon stepped closer, prying his eyes off of the bulge of the alligator's crotch. At once, he locked lips with the handsome stud, giving him no say in the matter, yet he didn't seem to need one. That tall hunk wrapped his buff arms around the dragon's back. Though Lurdanjo's form was slender by comparison, he was dominant in mannerisms, lapping deep and hard in the alligator's maw. With lewd hands, he clutched those alligator ass cheeks, palming their muscular curves.

Individuals continued to walk on by, none of them paying any mind, but now and again, Lurdanjo caught wind of them talking of his fortune amongst themselves.

"Hey, see him? He won that Weekend With Star Fox contest! What a lucky guy!"

He had their admiration and their support, but not an ounce of malice - this didn't surprise him, but it did please him. Smiling, swishing his tail, he broke off the kiss, and he nuzzled the alligator's snout; up close, he was stricken by the fact that the stud was not a swampy green shade like he expected - like he remembered, since the sight of the hunk evoked a mighty sense of deja vu - but he was actually a very dark, unusual royal blue. The realization made him think of old sixteen-bit video games, where colors were exchanged on common enemies to make them seem new later on; a palette swap. The idea brought a grin to his lips. "I'm gonna call you Pal," Lurdanjo announced, his grin only widening for the irony.

"Sounds good to me," the alligator said with a dull smile, giving the comparatively small form of his friend a very big squeeze. Lurdanjo smiled.

"C'mon. Let's go to the spaceport, Pal."

--4

Just like any kind of travel hub, the spaceport throbbed with life, people of varying species trying to board shuttlecrafts. Some merely traveled around the planet like airplanes, but others docked with galactic cruisers that ferried travelers all throughout the Lylat System.

It was an occasion that threatened hours of waiting, along with repeated molestations and other indignities by the dully-named Cornerian Space Marshal Security Division, but Lurdanjo was to endure none of that. Within moments of his arrival, an exuberant voice crunched through the PA system, exclaiming - with near hysteria - the winner of the Weekend With Star Fox competition has arrived!

Just like that, the crowds descended upon Lurdanjo as though he were a rockstar; he was lifted and he body-surfed all the way to the gates of the terminal, where the security checkpoint loomed.

Finally set upon his feet there, separated from Pal, Lurdanjo gazed upon the body of the lead officer. He took in that menacing creature's form, starting at the boot-clad feet, ending at the face - the broad smirk that waited there stopped him cold.

This creature was a lion, a mighty monarch of the savannah in another life, but the king of customs and security in that particular existence Though no taller than the alligator, his sheer musculature made the scaled hunk look like the sissy he pretended to be. His mane was a gorgeous, shiny curtain in the shade of dark honey, and his teeth - clean, deadly, immaculately perfect - were shown in that smirk. Lurdanjo wanted this hunky beast, and it seemed from his expression alone that the lion knew this.

"X-ray or pat-down?" he asked with an effortlessly sensual tone, one complimented by the deep, resonant pitch of his voice.

"Pat-down," Lurdanjo dreamily responded, grinning from ear to ear.

"Right this way, then, mister Mistaro," the officer said lowly, taking the drake by a bicep, leading him to a curtained-off section of the checkpoint area. "Some people find these pat-downs a little uncomfortable," the lion grinned, snapping on a pair of latex gloves; just briefly, Lurdanjo wondered if a cavity search was in the cards.

The lion started benignly, patting ineffectually over Lurdanjo's torso, his paws not performing any lewd service until he neared the dragon's hips, where, quite predictably, he groped the upon the drake's denim-clad package.

Lurdanjo moaned, his erection having been pulsing against the material since before he even made it to the spaceport; the feline's groping wasn't helping that.

"Now, what have we here?" the lion sneered, squeezing a little bit harder, grinding the thick palm pad of his paw against that bulge.

"Concealed weapon," Lurdanjo snickered, "and if you rub it hard enough, it'll shoot a big, hot blast of... Something."

The lion tutted at Lurdanjo, and then he set about unzipping the drake's fly, afterward popping the button.

The dragon's grin actually lessened, showing less teeth, becoming more of a curt, slender crease that betrayed only the smallest amount of mischief.

Pulling apart the flaps of the drake's fly and tugging down the briefs beneath just enough to expose the drake's thighs, the handsome feline exposed both Lurdanjo's swollen, drooling shaft and his modest scrotum beneath. Shortly, he clutched both, rubbing and palming the latter, stroking the former; Lurdanjo shuddered and moaned, biting down upon his lip. That tight grip was one pleasure, but the latex glove was another entirely.

"Aah, I-I certainly have to say I admire your thoroughness," Lurdanjo chuckled, oozing his slippery slime into the lion's paw.

"Whatever it takes to keep space safe," he said in mild sing-song, his grin taking on a more coy quality.

Lurdanjo let that mantra repeat in his head a few times, if for no reason than to keep his mind occupied while he reeled in pleasure. He bit his lip and clasped his hands behind his back endearingly, finding himself blushing and grinning. The truth was that, despite the fact that he enjoyed the simple pleasure of the handjob, he was also loving the uncaring, squeaky grip of the latex as the lion palmed and squeezed in between his rubs. He had once thought to ask the feline to take the gloves off, but the more he felt them, the less he wanted that particular change.

"So, mister Mistaro," the lion said in a low, lewd rumbling, pressing his lips to the dragon's neck, letting him not only hear, but also feel his low-frequency tones, "I hope you understand the serious nature of bringing such a dangerous thing with you to the spaceport. Such potential for mischief and mass distraction." He smirked; Lurdanjo didn't see it, but he could feel the lion's lips tightening, revealing the hard enamel that pressed in a semi-threatening way against his neck's hide.

The drake thought to make some quip, but he could think of none. He just made a noise that was not unlike a squeak; a tiny vocalization that sounded like mmh!

It made the security officer chuckle. He rewarded Lurdanjo's lapse from dominance with more pleasures; he tugged harder and faster upon the drake's aching penis, that flesh throbbing heavily in the authoritative, gloved paw of the officer. The pre that drooled from the tip kept the handjob well-lubricated, but the enticing, quiet squall of rubber on flesh was unavoidable, something Lurdanjo was glad for.

"I-I think I'm--," Lurdanjo tried to say, finding his voice broken with an uncharacteristic gasp. That rubber-clad handjob was just too much, even for a sexually-experienced creature like Lurdanjo.

Oh, god, he thought with a blush, the crimson less than obvious on his already red hide, I didn't even know I wanted this. Deep down, somewhere in Lurdanjo's unconscious mind, he knew he wanted some handsome and domineering man to abuse his cock to an orgasm; the specifics of the situation were not set in stone, that lion could have easily been something else, and the setting could have been just as radically different, but the desire was there, and some higher, masterminding power was playing into that.

Lurdanjo knew it. This was no mystery to him. But the sheer pervasiveness of it, how well it could unearth even his most craven desires, always left him amazed. "Oh, god, I'm gonna cum," the dragon gasped, pressing against the lion, pushing his snout into the meticulously-ironed, pleasant-smelling lapel of the officer's uniform.

"I'm sure you are," the lion growled in his overbearing but irresistible dominion, jerking harder and harder still, the latex screaming on Lurdanjo's meat, adding incredibly arousing friction to that masturbation. "Let's just unload this weapon, and you'll be free to go. Standard procedure, mister Mistaro," the lion cooed, his words mundane, his tone sultry, intimate, like a lover - but also commanding. Lurdanjo's submissive streak was microscopic, but that big cat had cornered it.

Again came that whimpering squeak: mmh! Lurdanjo felt his balls draw up to his body, and he quaked against the lion's muscular body. Oh, god! he thought one more time, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train.

Lurdanjo shot more ropes of jizz than he cared to count; all he knew for certain was that the leg of the officer's carefully-ironed and creased uniform would bear a crusty, yellowing stain before the day was out.

Keeping perfect pace with the dragon's climax, playing into it in a manner that almost bordered on psychic powers, the lion intensified his stroking through the throbbing shots of the drake's actual ejaculation. When those heavy, soiling squirts gave way to a slow, lazy cock drool, the feline slowed his stroking yet further, and soon, his slicked, latex-gloved paw simply glided along the drake's spent, half-flaccid cock in a soothing manner that accentuated the feelings of afterglow.

"There we are," the lion whispered into one of Lurdanjo's flattened ears, causing it to cutely flick. Finally, he took his hand off of the dragon's member, and he pulled away, nearly causing the weak-kneed drake to fall over; the stumble snapped Lurdanjo out of the worst of his post-orgasm trance.

"Ah, heh," the drake chuckled, watching the lion snap the gloves off, stricken by the sound, "am I good to get on the shuttlecraft now?"

The lion tossed the gloves into a trashcan nearby, one seemingly designated for discarded gloves, and he nodded, his grin back in full force. "Unless you think it's still loaded?" he asked with a strange sweetness in his resonant voice, nodding his handsome face down at Lurdanjo's drooling cock, which the drake shook off before tucking back into the pouch of his briefs, and then behind the flaps of his denim jeans.

"Nah," he laughed, "I fired it a couple times before I even left the house. I think I'm good for now."

--5

Lurdanjo was asked to wait patiently for his shuttlecraft to arrive, and so he sat down on one of the surprisingly comfortable, roomy couch-seats in the spaceport's waiting area.

In this time, Pal rendezvoused with him, and he seated himself beside the dragon. Lurdanjo made an off-handed remark about wanting to be cuddled; happily complying with the dragon's request, Pal held him against his cool, firm body. Benignly, but with hands that seemed to intimately cherish Lurdanjo's form, the alligator rubbed over the drake and held him close.

"I wonder what the Great Fox is like," Pal grinned, chattering to Lurdanjo just as he had on the streets outside. "I hear that that Falco is a little bit of a cabin boy for Fox - or is it the other way around?" He laughed, but it was no manly chuckle; it was a giggle of unadulterated faggotry, and it made Lurdanjo grin. "Murr, would you mind being that sexy falcon's bitch? Oh, I dunno about you, but I know a certain pillow-biting gator that might drop trou and raise tail for him."

Lurdanjo could hardly believe what an overwhelming priss the alligator was, and to that end, the only thought that rolled across his mind was I'm sure you do.

Despite enjoying Pal's banter, Lurdanjo was beginning to wonder when he might finally get to go when he was approached by another officer, this one a hyena, and a remarkably pretty one, at that. Her body was chiseled with muscle tone, and that much was apparent through her uniform, but she hadn't lost an ounce of her feminine appearance for all her definition, since she had a fine, plump pair of breasts and wide hips; Lurdanjo realized only when he let his eyes wander that she had a penis bulge, and this screwed his lips into a queer smirk.

"Mister Mistaro," she said sympathetically, her accent very disappointingly Cornerian and flat, "your shuttlecraft has been delayed for a short time. We here at the Cornerian Spaceport are deeply sorry for what must be a serious inconvenience to you."

Lurdanjo sat up slowly, pulling out of Pal's cuddling, loving arms. In his pants, Lurdanjo's member began to swell again. "It's all right," Lurdanjo said with a smile, speaking not to the hyena's bulge, nor her breasts, but her face, miraculously.

Pal, gay thing that he was, seemed entirely disinterested in the officer; it seemed he hadn't noticed the officer's secret weapon, but he'd find out about it soon enough.

"If there's any way we can help you to pass the time," the officer began, though destined never to complete her spiel.

"There is, actually," Lurdanjo said, sliding down the zipper of his jeans. He smiled at the hyena; she smiled back, nearly beaming, her menacing teeth just showing.

The drake fished out the recurring bulge of his member, and he offered the swelling flesh to the hyena officer.

Regarding him with her smile, as friendly as ever, the well-toned lady-plus knelt, and then she engulfed Lurdanjo's cock in her maw, where it soon stiffened the rest of the way.

The completion of his erection was accompanied by a hot, but decidedly content moan from Lurdanjo. He stroked a hand through the downy, dark tuft of the hyena's Mohawk hair, and he oozed his slick pre into her maw, which had fast begun to suckle and gulp with nearly insatiable hunger. Grinning, but letting his eyes close, the drake clutched the officer's hair in one hand, and he rested the other upon Pal's inner thigh, where he was hardly shy in groping and rubbing on tender hide obscured only partially by alarmingly snug exercise shorts.

Pal had seemed content to just observe before, but with Lurdanjo's rubbing hand on him, the sissy stud was cued to join in. He stroked back, rubbing Lurdanjo's own thigh, though he seemed to be touching the dragon just for the sake of the act.

Whether or not he could feel the finer points of Pal's fond touch through his jeans didn't matter to Lurdanjo all that much. What he truly enjoyed was that intimacy, the simple desire that the alligator harbored to try and please him at all. He opened his eyes with an almost dreamy flutter, and he smiled at the blue alligator. "Tell me you love me, Pal," he said in a sweet tone, his voice carrying a heavy dosage of lust, but it seemed counterbalanced by genuine affection - no desperation, however.

"I love you, Lurdanjo," the stud cooed, delivering the syrupy confession with an endearing bat of his nonexistent eyelashes.

"Call me Danji," Lurdanjo said casually, earning a nod from Pal.

"Anything for you, Danji, my love."

The hyena worked harder and deeper, her suckles drawing great throbs and spurts from Lurdanjo's cock, her pleasantly hot saliva running down the uniform bulk of his shaft in drippy rivulets that fanned out on the wrinkled, fleshy hide of his balls. Unconsciously, just as a gesture of his pleasure, Lurdanjo humped into the officer's maw and started to softly grunt.

"Suck harder, officer Dickbitch," Lurdanjo grinned, looking down at the hyena, who met his gaze with her enamored, almond-colored eyes.

After closing them and subtly dipping her head, she started to suckle a bit harder, the innards of her jowls vacuumed into the sides of his plump meat; her sharp teeth, positively deadly if she cared to use them, ground against the top and bottom of that draconian penis, but causing it no harm.

"That's it," Lurdanjo said, speaking through a labored exhalation, meeting the new pleasures with a few lewd squeezes right on Pal's swollen package. There, an enormous erection had appeared, a swollen ballsack throbbing beneath, the shapes all too visible through the Lycra The dragon turned his eyes on it, and his face was then dominated with both a blush and a grin.

Lurdanjo pulled down the alligator's shorts - Pal made no effort to help or hinder - and then he took hold of the newly exposed cock beneath. Lurdanjo expected black, and black was what he got; ten inches, maybe eleven of swollen, veiny alligator flesh, drooling most copiously with pre bearing a subtle scent of vanilla, throbbing heatedly and excitedly in the drake's grip. He pumped and squeezed it, and Pal actually whimpered, however absurd a noise that was for an alligator to make.

"Oh, Danji, baby, that feels so good," he swished to his supposed love, clasping his crag-knuckled hands just beneath his chin in feminine faggot manner.

"Doesn't it, though," Lurdanjo chuckled to himself, rubbing over the blunt glans with his thumb, soon left covered in that vanilla pre afterward. "Handjobs are just the best thing in the world, right, Pal? You love getting jerked off by another man - especially by me."

Pal could only nod slowly, his rough lips pulled up along the sides in an embarrassed and contrived grin. "Yes," he squeaked, biting his lower lip for a moment, "that's exactly it..."

Lurdanjo continued to please Pal, his soft, red hand stroking and squeezing, the thumb rubbing ever more intently upon the blunt knob of the tip.

Below, the recently-christened officer Dickbitch sucked on the drake's meat without cessation, pausing not to take a breath or even to relax her jaws. She simply kept up that steady, firm sucking of hers with machine-like rigidity and great skill. Lurdanjo stroked through the loose Mohawk of her hair with a fond touch, and she regarded this affection with a soft growl, a sharp contrast to Pal's whimpering and gasping.

The dragon glanced down at the hyena, and then at Pal, looking intently at the alligator's blushing, but naughtily grinning face. "What do you think, Pal?" he chuckled, giving the alligator's shaft a firm squeeze; it throbbed in his grip, the veins drawing up to the surface. Lurdanjo squeezed it tighter still, watching with fascination as the flesh began to turn purple - even from its' shade of black - and the pre drooled most steadily from the tip. Those veins bulged even more, the flesh between them hidden in deep crevasses made by their pronunciation Lurdanjo's palm started to ache from squeezing so hard, but Pal didn't make a noise in discomfort; he just loved Lurdanjo's touch as much as ever. All at once, the drake eased off, merely holding Pal's member rather than abusing it, and the flesh gradually relaxed to its' normal, erect state, that thick, blunt penis no worse for the experience.

"Mmh, what do I think of what, my love?" Pal cooed, laying one of his hands on the dragon's chest. The hand was tough and masculine, but due to the way Pal carried himself, Lurdanjo saw it as feminine and endearing.

"Nothing, Pal, never mind," the dragon chuckled. "Do you want to be fucked?" Lurdanjo then asked, earning a smile and a reverent nod from the alligator.

Lurdanjo ordered Pal to drop to his all-fours on the floor, which he did unquestioningly. His exercise shorts were just around his thighs, but it left the crack of his behind exposed enough.

Lurdanjo savored the sight of Pal's ass from where he sat, eying that muscular tone, that curve, the craggy tail swaying over top of it, its' intent to seductively draw any and all eyes to what lay just beneath it. It made Lurdanjo throb in the hyena's maw, but as badly as he wanted to have at Pal's behind, he had other plans for his masculine sissy of a friend.

"Officer Dickbitch," he said with saccharine-sweet manners, "I think you'd better fuck my friend Pal, there." It was as simple as that; he wasn't in the mood to make up puns or fake objectives, he simply asked that dubiously-gendered hyena to have at his alligator companion, and she complied quickly.

After she pulled off of Lurdanjo's swollen penis with a wet sucking noise, she turned to the alligator, a fond look on her face and in her eyes. Already, the bulk of her penis had begun to tent her work slacks, and she rose to her feet, turning as she did so.

She started to walk away from the drake, over to the prostrate alligator, but she didn't escape unscathed; Lurdanjo smacked her on the ass with a resounding crack!, muffled slightly by the fabric, but the hyena didn't flinch or glance back one way or the other. Her eyes were fixed on Pal's tight behind, who still lazily waited with his tail up.

As the hyena shed her pants, the dragon stepped out of his own and walked around to Pal's front, where he knelt. His member, still slick with the hyena's saliva, waited near the alligator's muzzle; Pal didn't react to it beyond an amorous look, one he quickly aimed up at Lurdanjo.

"I know you wanted me to fuck you," Lurdanjo cooed, rubbing the alligator's long chin, "but the officer here is going to fuck you instead. You don't want that, I'm sure." He smiled, and in the same instant, the hyena clutched Pal's naked hips and slapped her big, black cock against the crack of the alligator's ass.

Officer Dickbitch was hung with a blunt-tipped cock not unlike Pal's own, but hers was of obscene proportions, pushing sixteen inches in length. It drooled with viscous pre which ran down that shaft and between the smooth-hide crack of the alligator's ass cheeks.

Pal looked back with genuine horror just in time for the officer to enter him, pushing her cock in up to the hilt, coaxing a sharply pained cry from the alligator.

Lurdanjo glanced one way, and then the other; other officers molested and x-rayed individuals passing through, and other people close by waited for their shuttlecrafts, looking impatiently at their watches. Nobody had even a passing interest in the rape that was occurring, and that brought a smile to his lips, one surprisingly without malice; it was simply a knowing little grin.

Clutching Pal's head, one hand on the crown of his skull, the other on his chin, closest to his throat, Lurdanjo forced his wet, swollen cock in to sissy stud's maw; Pal made a single syllable of unease, a noise not unlike mmph, and then he closed his eyes, and he started to suck dutifully, picking up where officer Dickbitch had left off.

Lurdanjo was a sight more passive than the hyena was, but it was hard not to be; it seemed she was well aware of how little Pal wanted her inside of him, and she played that up to its' fullest.

Plowing the alligator with harsh, fast thrusts, fucking the homosexual swamp-dweller without any mercy at all, the hyena made sure Pal knew he was the bitch. Her big, full, gray-furred balls crashed into the alligator's own in noisy slaps, and her cock shot thick wads of pre that coated his walls; all the while, she showed her teeth in a domineering grimace, and her vocalizations - snarls, growls, and low-pitched rumbles - fit the part as well.

By comparison, Lurdanjo's soft moans and gentle grinding and humping seemed completely benign. Of course, he didn't have to work hard for pleasure; Pal, just like officer Dickbitch before him, gave blowjobs that he wouldn't soon forget.

The alligator sucked and bobbed, and he lavished the drake's penis with his thick slab of tongue; it was impossible to tell that the alligator was being raped from the other end, but the evidence was right there in the form of a snarling amazon bitch, her full, firm, seemingly gravity-defying breasts jiggling and bouncing enticingly, her hips colliding with the hapless sissy-stud's well-toned ass over and over again.

Each thrust of hers saw Pal's snout push deeper into Lurdanjo's crotch, but his performance suffered not even slightly; Lurdanjo looked down and saw tears leaving the stud's squinted eyes, but not even that was enough to dissuade Pal from the best blowjob he could give. Lurdanjo admired and loved such devotion, and with a deep, affectionate moan, he hunched over his scaly friend, and he shot another load deep into that long, wide maw.

In his tame climax, Lurdanjo petted Pal's rough snout and moaned, and then he pulled back. Afterward, the drake stood, collected hi pants, and zipped up. His member - by then flaccid - cooperated as he tucked it back into his briefs.

Perhaps on cue, a gentle hand tapped Lurdanjo's shoulder, and he was greeted by the face of another officer, this one a wolf, and a male, but a remarkably feminine one. Were it not for the blaster holstered on his leg, Lurdanjo would have thought his effectiveness as an officer was dubious. "Mister Mistaro?" he asked with a gentle smile. "Your shuttlecraft is ready for departure, set to rendezvous with the Great Fox."

Lurdanjo smiled back and kissed the officer's cheek, who took it without the slightest acknowledgment. "Sure, let's go," he said, and he took a step toward a doorway; a screen overhead bore the word

EMBARKATION

in large-print lettering.

However, he turned back, and he looked at Pal's weeping, pitiful face; officer Dickbitch still ruthlessly fucked him from behind. "Take care, Pal - enjoy yourself."

Pal blushed and smiled, and he mouthed those three, sweet words: I love you.

As he walked through the door, led by the twink wolf, Lurdanjo heard the alligator's familiar, heated moans, just audible over the hyena's snarling antics.

--6

Lurdanjo boarded the sleek shuttlecraft on his own; his bag was waiting beside his seat for him, and he sat down and fastened himself into the soft, yet sturdy harness that would - theoretically - save his life in a fiery wreck that exposed the cabin to the deadly vacuum of outer space.

The drake was surprised to acknowledge that the shuttlecraft was off the ground and shooting its' way into orbit within only five minutes. There were no pre-flight videos instructing him how to buckle his harness, and this assumption upon his common sense made him smile.

When the craft leveled off well above Corneria, he was treated to a breathtaking view of the solar system and a myriad of other vessels, among them galactic cruise ships, freight liners, and an armada of dreadnaughts. Sector Y glistened dazzlingly close by, but it's brethren, X and Z, could not be seen so close to Corneria.

Lurdanjo had settled into the window, his elbow in the nook of it, his chin against the glass; despite the fact that the only thing between himself and the cruel vacuum of space was a pane of glass a quarter of an inch thick, and an invisible force field that was set to activate the moment the window was breached, he felt perfectly calm. He simply looked out into space with the demeanor and the fascination of a young child on a car trip, his face plastered with a content smile.

The dragon was still in the afterglow of his climax from Pal, and that rendered his thoughts relatively benign, geared more towards the fascinating, exclusive view of space and the excitement ahead of him rather than the sexual thrills that would soon be his. He was so casual, in fact, that when the stewardess of the shuttlecraft approached, he thought no lewd thoughts.

A vixen, and clearly an arctic one for the snowy-white color of her downy fur, she was a breathtaking young thing, a red skirt tightly gripping her hips, and the legend Cornerian Shuttlecraft Service was legible over the curve of her ass. Her legs were nude, terminating in red heels that accentuated but did not hide the digitigrade feet she stood on. Her top was similarly red, but it featured gilding around its' edges on the girl's biceps, neck, and midriff. The top exposed great amounts of cleavage, and from the way her bosom shifted and jiggled, Lurdanjo could tell that this girl didn't wear a brassiere.

"Greetings, mister Mistaro," she cooed, folding her paws timidly before her bare navel. "My name is--,"

"Not that important," Lurdanjo said, smiling wanly. Not intentionally, he was staring into the girl's cleavage; between her short height, perhaps no more than five feet, and the slightly elevated seat Lurdanjo was seated in, he was given no choice. Just briefly, he wondered if that was by design.

"Of course it's not, I'm sorry to bother you with that," she laughed, waving dismissively at the drake. "The flight to rendezvous with the Great Fox should only take about twenty minutes. We've got a full complement of snacks and drinks, and all you have to do is ask." She smiled sweetly, and then she bowed subtly to Lurdanjo, who smiled fondly.

The dragon rested his elbow on the armrest, the side of his head on his palm. It was a true predicament, he acknowledged; he'd been fucking since he left the house, and though he knew his body still had a lot to give, he wanted to be ready for certain things when he docked with the Great Fox. He sighed, and he looked up at the nameless stewardess girl, who had since taken on a sympathetic expression and a gentle cant of her head.

"Is there a problem, mister Mistaro?" she asked sweetly, laying a paw on his shoulder.

"There is," Lurdanjo said gravely, his head pointed forward, though he looked at the girl out of the corner of his eye. "You're so lovely - I really would like to show you just how lovely you are, in fact, but I don't have the energy for it."

The stewardess rubbed Lurdanjo's shoulder harder and shook her head, smiling sweetly. "Your word is enough for me, mister Mistaro. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Lurdanjo smiled back to the girl, turning his head before kissing her on the cheek. "I'm glad that you understand." He paused, and then one word rolled across his thoughts: compromise. He put a hand on her slender hip, and he gently squeezed. "I could do with a drink, though. Do you have milk?"

The arctic vixen nodded slowly, her radiant smile provoking Lurdanjo to bear one of his own. "We do, in fact. Let me just go grab you a bottle, mister Mistaro," she cooed, making to pull away from Lurdanjo, but he wouldn't let her.

"I don't want it from a bottle, actually," Lurdanjo said, and then he cupped a hand over one of the girl's plump breasts.

The stewardess didn't need to hear another word; smiling, she lifted the shirt of her uniform, and her round, heavy boobs spilled out of it, jiggling before settling into the very flattering grip of the artificial gravity.

She leaned down to offer a nipple to Lurdanjo, but this position didn't please the drake; he pulled her to straddle his lap, instead, and this made her large breasts push comfortingly into his snout. Smiling with only a hint of blush, Lurdanjo licked tenderly across one of the pert, pink nipples that poked through her downy fluff of fur, and then he wrapped his lips around it.

Eager nursing soon earned him a mouthful of warm cream, its' texture rich, its' nutrition second to nothing. The milk was flavored, too; Lurdanjo distinctly tasted chocolate, rich and delicious, complimenting the texture of the vixen's cream perfectly. The dragon wrapped his arms around her back, and he rumbled with contentment, but not of a sexual nature. Slowly and calmly, Lurdanjo drank his fill of the vixen's body, and as he did this, he let his eyes flutter closed.

By the time he was full, Lurdanjo felt sleepy for all the cream in his belly. At his request, the vixen brought him a couple of small packs of cookies to eat; having these in his stomach to dilute and absorb the milk did away with some of the grogginess, and not a moment too soon. The Great Fox's off-white flank soon filled the dragon's port window, and the green-accented logo - STAR FOX - rolled by on the ship's body like a fast marquee.

"It looks like we're about to dock," the vixen said with a smile, her breasts still bare, her mannerisms unchanged. "I'll need to prepare for landing, mister Mistaro. It's been a pleasure serving you on this Cornerian Shuttlecraft Service flight!" She saluted smartly, the hasty motion spurring her full bosom to a jiggle, and then she walked for the rear of the cabin.

Lurdanjo settled into his seat, his grin wide, his mind racing with thoughts of pleasures, ones sexual and otherwise. Nursing on that beautiful vixen had again left him with a persistent erection; he wondered what would come of it.

--7

The shuttlecraft was a tiny vessel, and it docked in the hangar of the Great Fox with no hassle at all. Alone, the drake disembarked, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, a grin on his face and a tent in his pants.

"Mister Mistaro, it's an incredible honor," Fox McCloud said, grinning coyly at the dragon. He, Falco, and Krystal were there to greet Lurdanjo, all three of them dressed in casual deviations of their uniforms; Fox with his green cargo pants and sleeveless vest, Falco in tighter, red cargo pants and a black leather jacket emblazoned with the team's logo across its' back, and Krystal in black denim shorts with a tee. Both the fox and the falcon wore their heavy boots, yet the vixen was content in sandals, leaving her pretty feet visible.

"Please, call me Danji," Lurdanjo said with a sheepish laugh. "I'm just another guy!"

"Hey, don't be so modest - what are the odds that the Danji Mistaro won our contest?" Fox said, just barely containing himself.

"Yeah, sorry, Danji," Falco grinned, "just not all that often we get to meet somebody like you - you know? Let's face it, you're pretty famous!"

"Oh, certainly," Krystal added in her soothingly British tones, smiling sweetly at Lurdanjo. "You're so much more handsome in person, too - the holovideos we've seen of you just don't do you justice, Danji."

"Aw, that's sweet of you to say," Lurdanjo said with a shy laugh, dropping his duffel on the deck plates It was just the way that world worked; he was the ultimate celebrity, known by all, loved by all, obeyed like a god, but not feared as one.

Reaffirming this thought brought a smile to his lips; what was the point of modesty around such adoring subjects? "And you look very beautiful in person, as well, Krystal. I love your hips, and your breasts are lovely. The artificial gravity is very flattering to your figure." The dragon smiled sweetly to her; she smiled back and batted her eyelashes.

"Thank you, Danji," she purred, smiling cutely; to her ears, the drake had said nothing crude. Almost like how a dog could only comprehend the sweet tones in a human voice, she comprehended only the fact that he was speaking positively to her - yet she wasn't oblivious to the lewd nature of those words. "You can see them, if you'd like," she said with a casual smile; enticingly, she grasped the bottom edge of her tee.

The dragon smiled back, yet he'd had his share of breasts on the shuttlecraft. "Later, sure," he said gently, and then he turned on his heel and snatched Fox into a tight and quick hug, which he made complete with kisses and nuzzles all about the tod's face and his neck. Eagerly, he palmed and groped the toned cheeks of the handsome vulpine's ass; he was delighted to feel the muscle tone even through the unflattering material of those baggy cargo pants, and just briefly, he slid his hands under them to squeeze the bare, furred flesh beneath.

All throughout these gay explorations, Fox just grinned his casual grin, while Falco and Krystal stood idly nearby, the former smirking, the latter still smiling sweetly from the compliment and acknowledgment. "So, Dan--," Fox started, his words muffled by a sudden kiss on the lips, "would you like the grand tour now or later?"

"Hold on," Lurdanjo said, easing off of Fox after one more kiss. "Hey Falco - c'mere."

"Sure, Danji, whatever a guy like you wants, he gets," the falcon said in easy complicity, taking two calm strides over to the drake.

The moment Falco was in reach, Lurdanjo squeezed him just as tightly as he'd squeezed Fox. With deep-seeded lust, but also a notable amount of excitement just to be close to the famous bird, the drake planted kisses on his beak and between his eyes, and he nuzzled into the fluffy down of the ace pilot's neck.

Easing his eager hands into the back of the falcon's pants, and then under the boxers beneath those, Lurdanjo clutched Falco's down-covered rump cheeks and bumped his nose to the rounded tip of the bird's beak. "Hey Falco, can I ask you a question?"

"You bet - what do you wanna know, man?" Under Lurdanjo's hands, his ass cheeks were clenched hard and made as rigid as iron.

"Is it true about you and Fox?" Lurdanjo asked, grinning.

Falco grinned back, upturning the corners of his beak; it was a decidedly bashful grin. If he'd glanced to the side, Lurdanjo would've seen Fox grinning and blushing similarly - Krystal just covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Uh - maybe, kinda. Why?"

"I've just always been really curious about which one of you was the cabin boy. I mean, I doubt if it was Slippy or Peppy."

"Who?" Fox cut in, an eyebrow quirked. "It's always just been me and Falco - Krystal joined us just a couple of years ago."

Lurdanjo chuckled and closed his eyes, resting on Falco. Of course - nothing sexy about an old rabbit and a gender-ambiguous frog. He kissed Falco on the cheek, and then he glanced Fox's way again. "Never mind, I was thinking of a different squadron. So which is it, who lifts up their tail - or tail feathers - and bites the pillow?"

"Eh, well," Falco chuckled, smoothing back the fluffy plumage on his head, which bounced right back like a cow-lick, "honestly? It's Foxy here. Me, I never take it from behind."

"Yeah?" Lurdanjo asked, glancing at Fox, who only blushed in incrimination; Krystal was failing to suppress her giggles. "You don't bottom, huh... Well, that's gonna change," the drake said with a coy smile and a kiss on the falcon's beak. "Now, how about that tour, Fox?"

--8

Side-by-side, Fox led Lurdanjo through the dilapidated Great Fox, showing the drake the innumerable stations and systems throughout the vessel; weapons, oxygen scrubbers, shields, navigation, and so on.

Lurdanjo assaulted Fox with technical questions at ever opportunity - but he slipped in more lewd ones, too. What's the reactor core's theoretical maximum lifespan? What's your contingency if the plasma inverters on the front cannons fail? Have you ever had Falco's fist up your ass? How would you deal with an intruder? What kind of food stocks does the ship have? Have you ever sucked milk out of Krystal's breasts? What's the ship's registry number? How long can the ship sustain life if the oxygen scrubbers fail? Biggest cock you've ever had in inches, owner species?

Fox was fast with his replies; it wasn't like he was another person. It seemed like he was a soulless computer being queried, and Krystal and Falco, along for the tour, keeping close to Lurdanjo, didn't blush or react even slightly to the questions; they weren't Lurdanjo's concern. Six-hundred and eighty-four standard years. Eject the inverters and run the weapons off of crude plasma. Four times. A theoretical maximum of five years worth of sealed and packed food. Twice. 1919-1574-4834-SFOX. Conserving and only the three registered crewmen, four days. Twenty-eight - zebra.

The dragon seemed satisfied with those replies, but it was obvious that he cared more about some answers than others. "So, how far along are we on the tour?"

Fox returned to a fond and conversational tone, and he wrapped an arm around the dragon's shoulders. "Just about half-way. Come on - we'll skip the crew quarters and head to the shooting range."

"No," Lurdanjo said sternly, but not aggressively, "I want to see the crew quarters." He eased out of Fox's arm, and he imposed a similar embrace on Falco, who smirked softly.

"Of course, Danji - whatever you want," Fox said with a smile, folding his arms across his chest. He exhibited no urgency; none of them did. They were content to stand around in the hall outside the weapons' control suite just as long as their guest did.

Lurdanjo planted kisses on and ground nuzzles into Falco's neck, but the falcon took these affections with a largely passive disposition. He acknowledged the dragon with eye contact and little grins and smiles, but he seemed oblivious to the increasingly heated things Lurdanjo was up to; he stood passive even as the drake slid a hand down into his pants and boxers to grope the dormant serpent of his cock, yet the flesh did throb to his touch.

"It feels like you've got a nice cock," Lurdanjo cooed, rubbing it harder, and it soon began to swell with an erection.

Falco chuckled and puffed his chest out. "Hey, thanks - what about you, eh? I bet you're packin' pretty well."

For the rapid-fire, specific queries, it seemed those who weren't being focused on were apt to keep quiet - but in general conversations, sexual or otherwise, they were not so self-contained. Demonstrating this, Fox and Krystal both stepped around to flank Lurdanjo, their eyes lit with curiosity.

"Yes, Danji," Krystal cooed, putting a paw on his hip, "I'm sure you've got a truly wonderful penis..."

Lurdanjo chuckled and eased his hand out of Falco's pants; now, a tight bulge marked the falcon's crotch. "Do you guys want to see it?" he asked, putting that same hand on one of the vixen's breasts, which he groped firmly; he hadn't noticed it before, but the outlines of her stiff nipples were incredibly prominent in the shirt.

"Yes!" the three answered in unison.

"Well," Lurdanjo grinned, glancing down toward his own crotch, "how about we get to those crew quarters' first? I mean, once I've got it out, I'm going to be fucking one of you, am I wrong?"

"Not at all, Danji," Falco laughed, clapping the drake's shoulder like an old friend. "You think either of these foxes can tell anyone no? Hell, I bet I might even lift up my tail feathers for a guy like you."

Lurdanjo smiled deviously. "You know what? I think you will."

--9

"So here we are," Fox said, coming up on a sliding hatchway. In stenciled spray paint that had run considerably before it dried, the legend

CREW QUARTERS

adorned the door. A simple proximity sensor made the door open to the side; when it was new, it probably moved quite smoothly, but in disrepair, it shuddered and knocked in its' housing along the way.

The tod stepped in, Lurdanjo just after him; Krystal and Falco entered after the drake. Lurdanjo was actually pleased with the crew quarters; though small, a large, panoramic view screen lent the cabin a cozy atmosphere. Several bunks had been cannibalized to make larger, more indulgent beds, partitioned off from one another and the commons to make mini-rooms; clearly, they had done it themselves.

It was easy to tell whose bed was whose; the one with the awards and medals in the sunken-in shelf had to be Fox's. Another had a tattered flight vest pinned to the wall, as well as a chunk of a downed vessel on the shelf; that was Falco's. The last abnormal bed had extra pillows, and an ornate staff lay in a glass case on the shelf; Krystal's bunk. Her partition also had a few extra dressing screens around it, which made it harder to just peek in.

"What do you think, Danji?" Falco asked, patting the drake's hip before walking over to his own bed.

"Hm? Of what?" Lurdanjo asked, glancing at the falcon with a coy smile.

"Of showin' us your cock, Danji - we gonna get to see that bad boy?" Falco grinned, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He patted beside himself in a c'mere gesture, which was exactly what Lurdanjo did.

"Yeah, Danji. Not to sound like we're kids or something, but you kinda promised us," Fox laughed, keeping his place close to Krystal, letting the drake do as he pleased with Falco; Lurdanjo had made it clear that the falcon was the center of his interests anyway.

"I know, I know," Lurdanjo said, waving in a way that playfully dismissed Fox. "Damn horny foxes." At that, everyone enjoyed a laugh; Falco seemed to like the joke the most, and he grinned afterward.

"Yeah, they're sluts - but it ain't like I'm much better. I've been wanting to see it just as bad as they have."

"True," the dragon answered, and then he trailed a finger up under the falcon's beak in a teasing manner. "All right, pretty birdie, help me whip it out."

Falco chuckled and sat back, and he reached out with both hands for Lurdanjo's fly. First, he popped the button, and then he slid the zipper down. As he pulled open the denim flaps of the drake's fly, the jeans fell to the floor. Falco didn't waste any time admiring the trouser-snake bulge of the dragon's penis through his boxers; he slid those right down, but slowly and with reverence.

As Lurdanjo's flaccid, red-hued meat was exposed, draped lazily over a modest scrotum, Falco grinned approvingly, and he wrapped a hand around that cock. "Nice, really nice. Jeez, who woulda thought I'd get to feel up Lurdanjo freaking Mistaro like this?" he gushed, squeezing the dragon's cock in an insistent grip.

Fox and Krystal moved into the small space of Falco's bunk, and they also perused Lurdanjo's endowment, Fox grinning, Krystal blushing and smiling - but the two foxes said nothing. They simply watched as Falco idly molested the drake's cock.

Lurdanjo loved the admiration, though he took it with an impish grin. After so many orgasms that day, then a false alarm after nursing off of the stewardess, Lurdanjo's member was slow to wake, but Falco's downy grip was enough to get him started. "For such a badass, you have really soft hands," he cooed to the falcon.

"Hey, thanks," the bird said with a small grin. He ground the palm of his hand into Lurdanjo's blunt, drooling tip, and he seemed to really enjoy the soft moan the dragon uttered. "So, uh - what are you up for, Danji?"

The dragon grinned down at his avian admirer. "Honestly? I'm a little bit tired. I could go for a nap, but I don't want to waste a good hard-on like this."

"Huh, that's a real mess," Falco muttered, palming and stroking Lurdanjo's cock alternately and skillfully. "Hey, you wanna lay back, relax, and let old Falco help you bust a nut?" he offered.

"I like the sound of that, pretty birdie..."

Falco stood up from his bunk, and Lurdanjo took the opportunity to lie down. While the falcon shed the entirety of his clothing, the drake tugged his own shirt up and off, and he left himself completely nude, something the blue bird worked on joining him in.

On the bed, Lurdanjo watched Falco efficiently disrobe, grinning at this show; the handsome avian faced away from him, and so he first saw the bird's smooth and sensual back. When the pants and boxers went, he was treated to the sight of the falcon's tight, muscular ass cheeks, and at the sight of it, his meat gave a throb. "Heart-stopping ass, Falco," Lurdanjo cooed.

"Isn't it, though?" Fox chimed in, shooting the dragon a grin. For a long and obvious moment, the tod examined Lurdanjo's erection, and it was clear that he wished he was in Falco's position.

"You're just sayin' that 'cause you love kissing it, Foxy," Falco shot back to his vulpine leader, making him blush. With that, the falcon turned, and he faced the drake, regarding him with bedroom eyes and a coy smile. "Hey, baby - you ready for this tight ass or what?"

"Oh, I'm ready," Lurdanjo grinned.

Falco straddled their guest, knees on either side of the handsome drake. His tail feathers high, he pressed his muscular behind against Lurdanjo's member, letting the shaft press broadside into the crack of his ass. "Your dick's pretty hot," Falco grunted, pushing back harder; the dragon's blunt penis eased in between the falcon's hot cheeks in a hotdogging manner.

Lurdanjo groaned in contentment, and he put his hands on the falcon's hips, palming them with a wide and lazy grin on his face. "Likewise, pretty birdie, you've got a very nice butt, there..."

"Thanks, I know I do," Falco grinned, trailing his downy fingers over the dragon's chest. He ground against Lurdanjo's cock like so for a few moments, and he shivered and rumbled pleasurably, yet he wanted the drake inside of him - and more importantly, said drake wanted to be inside of him.

Lifting his hips up, clutching the dragon's freed member, Falco descended for a second time, but that time, he guided Lurdanjo's blunt, wet tip to the pucker of his asshole. The dragon let out a hiss of pleasure, but Falco was quiet, even stoic as he slowly penetrated himself, his virgin-tight asshole smoothly admitting Lurdanjo's penis.

The dragon bit his lip and rolled his eyes back and shut, a grin upturning the corners of his mouth. From his pursed lips came some gushing and pleasurable noise, mixed in with a grunt: mmmmaaahhh-nnngh-mrrh...

Falco took the sound as the good thing that it was, and he let the dragon's cock sink in all the way. At the hilt, eight inches of throbbing, draconian meat filled the falcon's anal passage wonderfully. His walls didn't resist Lurdanjo's entry; they welcomed it, pulling and massaging the entirety of the dragon's penis. They were already slick with what felt like lubricant, eradicating any and all traces of friction. "Jeez, you feel really good, Danji," the bird huffed, planting his hands on the dragon's chest.

Grinning, looking at Falco with dreamy, half-lidded eyes, Lurdanjo nodded slowly, and then he trailed his own hands down the handsome bird's chest, savoring the feel of his downy plumage between his fingers. "Right back at you," he sighed, and he closed his eyes again.

Gyrating his hips, Falco started to skilfully ride Lurdanjo, his anal passage just about the most luxuriantly soft and sensual thing the drake had ever felt on his cock - that day, at least. "Mmh, yeah - shit, that feels good," Falco cooed, closing his own eyes, tilting his head back somewhat. "Hey Danji, man, would it bug you too much if I rubbed one out?"

"Go ahead, handsome. No reason you can't enjoy this, too." The falcon soon began to masturbate. Lurdanjo opened his eyes to witness this, but Fox's grinning face caught his eye, and another idea struck him. "Hey, Fox, Krystal - you guys wanna mess around, too?"

"Do we!" Fox gushed, and Krystal just smiled bashfully.

"Well, join in, then," Lurdanjo chuckled, spreading his legs a bit farther. "I sure wouldn't be complaining if one of you wanted to give my asshole a little spit-shine..."

Being the foxes they were, Fox and Krystal disrobed down to their fur in seconds flat - though Fox left his boots on, and that somehow made everything so much better.

It was Krystal who got the honor of licking Lurdanjo's tail hole; she bent herself over the bed, and then she nosed her way up under the drake's sagging and lazy balls. Falco's bouncing was a little bit of a hazard, but not one she worried too strongly about; all that mattered was making Lurdanjo happy, and she accomplished just that when she started to lap over his tightly puckered asshole.

Fox was as shy as Krystal about joining in - which was to say that he wasn't shy at all. With a coy smile, he mounted the pretty, blue vixen, parting her folds with his blunt member, sliding in until his hips met her rear, and they both cooed with fond moans. Wasting no time, eager to be involved in any capacity, Fox started to steadily fuck the vixen, and in between her soft, sensual moans, she lapped harder over the tightly-clenched surface of the drake's pucker.

"Mmm, yeah," Lurdanjo sighed, closing his eyes, allowing a very dull and happy grin to spread across his face. The cocksure and handsome Falco bouncing on him, the beautiful Krystal rimming him while getting fucked senseless - he was definitely one lucky dragon to have won that contest.

Falco panted and moaned with increasing heat and frequency, stroking his long, throbbing cock harder, bouncing quicker. "Ah, jeez, havin' you up my ass feels so fucking good, Danji," he groaned, bracing his free hand on the dragon's chest.

Lurdanjo opened his eyes slightly, and he gazed upon the sight of the handsome, huffing bird with clear interest; to see that domineering ace pilot so willingly impaling himself was a pleasure of its' own, complimenting the true treat of how tight and hot that falcon's asshole was.

Krystal's licking tongue and her snatches of hot breath were similarly delightful, making the dragon's tail hole involuntarily clench and quiver. To repay the vixen's ministrations, he rubbed down the front of her body with his long, dexterous tail, flicking her breasts with the tip of it, his motions somewhat inarticulate, but pleasing to her all the same.

"Ooh, Danji," she cooed, brushing one of her soft paws along his tail, "you're such a skilled lover, I hope you might fuck me, too..."

"Hey, the weekend's just getting started, Krystal," Fox murred, rutting into the blue vixen harder and quicker, starting to pant, himself. "I'm sure he'll get around to screwing all of us..."

Lurdanjo chuckled and stroked his smooth hands down the toned falcon's chest, who smiled down at him just briefly. "You're absolutely right," the dragon sighed, regarding Falco with a dreamy smile. "Hey, Krystal, I love the rimjob you're giving me, but I really like it when I get licked inside, you know what I mean?"

"I certainly do," the vixen purred, and then she forced her tongue beyond the snug and reluctantly-yielding pucker of Lurdanjo's asshole, sinking it in deep, wiggling it against his writhing anal walls with competent skill.

The dragon arched his back and groaned in delight, closing his eyes again. He couldn't even remember how many times he's gotten off that day, but whatever that unknown figure was, he was getting ready to add to it. "Mmh, that's it, there," he shuddered, grabbing up fistfuls of the sheets, grimacing and grunting in pleasure.

"Krystal really knows how to give a good rimjob," Fox said in a sultry, knowing tone, his tail flicking, his pace speeding up; every time he thrust into Krystal's snug pussy, there was a lewd, wet suckle of shifting vaginal juices, and this sound wasn't lost on Lurdanjo.

"She sure does," the dragon huffed, his member throbbing in Falco's behind with greater intensity, shooting its' pre deep into that inviting passage. "I think I'm about to cum, mmh... You're all so great."

"Heh, it's nothin', Danji," Falco said with a reassuring coo in his voice, while trailing a hand over the dragon's snout affectionately. "I think I'm getting pretty close, there, myself. Since you're a celebrity and all," the bird said with no irony whatsoever, "do you mind if I blow my load here on your chest, buddy?"

Lurdanjo looked at the falcon with a wan grin, and though he obviously intended to say something, he found himself interrupted by the rush of his orgasm. Coming on fast, it saw him throw back his head and arch his spine, grinding his meat up into Falco's tight, writhing tail hole even deeper. In that same instant, he shot a few very thick and hot ropes of his draconian semen deep into the falcon's anal passage, making the bird squawk, then groan. "Mmh, duh-do what you want, handsome," Lurdanjo managed to grunt, yanking on the sheets, his tail lashing, his own asshole clenching hard on Krystal's tongue.

"Mmh, ah, thank you very much," Falco deadpanned, but in a lusting tone. Closing his eyes tightly, but letting his beak hang open so he could softly pant, the falcon pressed down flush to Lurdanjo's pelvis, and he fervently masturbated for all of ten seconds before he had his own climax. Gasping, arching, and clenching like a vise on Lurdanjo's member, the blue bird shot his thick wad all over the drake's chest, a few ropes reaching his chin, and one on his lips.

Lurdanjo flitted his tongue out and licked it up; he grinned at the flavor. Strawberry, with none of the salty, metallic flavor of semen.

Lurdanjo and Falco shared their afterglow, rubbing each other all about their chests and faces, cooing sweet nothings and other affection things.

Meanwhile, Fox rutted Krystal with all of his strength, while a low moan welled up in his chest, coming in a long and wavering note.

Krystal was ever indulgent with Lurdanjo's ass, though her ministrations were since an afterthought that the drake simply hadn't yet canceled - though he saw no need to.

"Oh, god!" Fox gasped, hunkering down over Krystal, whose luxuriant, blue tail brushed over his chest and tickled his face. "Ooh, yes, yes," the handsome tod groaned, bucking into Krystal twice more before slamming in as far as he could, his hips kissing up neatly to her rear; he shot his wad deep into her orgasming cunt, which spasmed and drooled its' juices down Fox's member, over his balls, and onto the floor. That hot mess was joined by what seed oozed out around Fox's plugging member, even though the brunt of it stayed where it was supposed to.

With everybody satisfied, Lurdanjo suggested a break - and a nap. With Falco at his side, and with Fox and Krystal cuddling up together in the same bed, the drake enjoyed a little bit of much-needed rest.

--10

When Lurdanjo awoke a few hours later, everything was as he'd left it. Falco was still snuggled up closely. Fox and Krystal lay nearby, their fuzzy bodies wrapped around one another in a lover's way. Fox's back was to Lurdanjo's flank, his radiant warmth a fine comfort in the cool belly of the ship. "Hey," he said in a low, coaxing voice, first patting Fox's hip, then Falco's shoulder. "Wake up. Come on, guys..."

Falco was the first to wake, and he sat up with a stretch, a clearly purposeful display of his toned form. "Hey, Danji. You sleep all right, buddy?"

"With you guys? You bet," Lurdanjo cooed, running a hand down Falco's body. The handsome falcon churred in affection.

Fox sat up slowly, Krystal yawning and joining him a second later. With his eyes coming into focus in the dark chamber, Lurdanjo realized that both Fox and Falco sported erections; whether they were morning wood or something more lewd remained to be seen, yet he, himself, was too sexually exhausted to act on either. Even Krystal's naked breasts were met with casual disinterest as the drake shimmied out of bed and planted his feet on the floor.

"How about we continue that tour?" Lurdanjo suggested, wrapping an arm around Krystal. The vixen smiled and pressed up to his flank, and at once, she began stroking sweetly over his naked - and sullied - chest with a soft paw.

"Sounds good, Danji," Fox replied, smiling at the drake. After everyone dressed again - Lurdanjo joked that if they just walked around naked, the tour would be interrupted if he so much tripped and fell on one of them, which was a big hit with the crew - Falco headed the group, and he told Lurdanjo they ought to check out the target range; the dragon didn't disagree.

The target range comprised of a glorified hallway, and near the far bulkhead, safely recessed into the floor, was a projector that cast semi-solid holograms serving as targets. At the other end, near the entryway, a mouth-watering cache of blaster rifles and pistols hung on the wall, some old and well-loved, but others fairly new toys whose purchases probably detracted from the maintenance the ship lacked.

Lurdanjo just smiled wanly at the sight of all that hardware; Fox took a blaster pistol, Falco took another, Lurdanjo chose a rifle - they already knew he wasn't compensating - and Krystal just stood aside with a playful expression that said silly boys.

"Check this out, Danji," Falco grinned, and he spun the blaster around his finger with all the finesse to be expected from a space cowboy. He twirled and swapped it between his hands, setting it into the holster on his thigh, pulling it back out and readying it in the blink of an eye - it was all very impressive, but it was the kind of manual skill anybody could master with enough time.

"You gonna quit playing around and show me how well you can shoot?" the dragon grinned.

"Hey, you already seen how well I shoot," Falco grinned back, and then he tapped a few keys on a console nearby. On the monitor close to it, text flashed onscreen that read

PRACTICE PATTERN ALPHA

and the projector downrange sparked into life. Like a movie theater, the range dimmed, and the glow of the ready-lights on the weapons became especially apparent. In a mesmerizing display, the projector emitted rainbow spheres of energy that orbited, swirled, and weaved.

As Falco picked them off one by one, Lurdanjo thought of old light-gun arcade games, but this was very real, and it made him grin. Skillfully, the handsome bird blasted one after another - but it was something anybody could have done.

"That the best you can do?" Lurdanjo asked with a challenging smile, hugging the rifle to his chest.

Fox snickered. "Oh, jeez, Falco - your sharpshooting isn't that impressive anymore!"

"Hey, stuff it, Foxy," Falco snapped with obvious annoyance, but he turned to Lurdanjo and grinned playfully. "Hard to please, huh? My ass begs to differ, but all right." He stepped over to the panel again, and he typed rapid-fire for a few seconds. Then, the monitor read

PRACTICE PATTERN MIX-HYPER

on its' grimy surface.

As the projector warmed up, Falco ejected the charge cartridge - analogous to a clip - and slid a new one home. The ready-lights flashed green three times in succession, and then the bird took aim freehand.

The energy balls filled the target range with incredible density, and they moved at mind-boggling speeds. To Lurdanjo, it was all a rave-like blur as multicolored balls detonated one after another. Falco's wrist flicked and jerked in sharp, mechanical motions, each movement a blur. His finger never stopped squeezing the trigger, and his shots never missed the balls.

Lurdanjo heard a plastic and metallic clattering on the floor; when he looked, he saw that Falco had swapped charge cartridges again, but he hadn't even seen it happen. There had been no noticeable lapse in the pew-pew-pew of blaster fire. It made him grin widely, showing his teeth with an obviously lecherous flair.

When the battery finally came to an end, Falco spun the smoking blaster forwards, then backwards, and he slid it home into his thigh holster.

Lurdanjo laughed and applauded. "All right, my turn!"

When Lurdanjo shouldered the rifle, Fox reprogrammed the projector to something more his speed, the easiest of the practice rounds, and he activated it.

Three slow-moving and colossal balls of prismatic energy lazily bounced around the room; missing them would take more effort than bulls-eyes

Falco sidled up to Lurdanjo, and he started to coach the drake - a complete newbie to any kind of firearm. "All right, Danji buddy - you squeeze there, the fore grip. It feels your grip, and that turns off the safety. Otherwise, the trigger doesn't do anything."

Lurdanjo squeezed the fore grip tightly; the ready-light on the barrel switched from a negative red to an all-clear green. Falco's further instructions went completely unheeded; Lurdanjo held down the trigger and a staccato rip of energy-sheathed slugs tore out of the muzzle. One slug pierced one of the lackadaisical targets, but the others pinged off of the hull and settled to the deck, sizzling.

"Hey, careful, Danji!" Falco started to say, laughing in good-nature.

The dragon was too busy grinning. Without even aiming, he held down the trigger, and he let the rifle climb all it liked. Fully automatic fire filled the air, the charged bullets singing down the range, ricocheting off of the hull in erratic lines, some leaving tracers of lime-green energy in their wake.

One over-achieving shot bounced off the far hull, tumbled back - leaving a mesmerizing streamer of green in its' wake - and spectacularly crashed into Krystal's stomach. The vixen didn't fly back, yet the impact took her off of her feet and dropped her to the deck, where she landed only with a harsh, fleshy thud.

Lurdanjo, Fox, and Falco all turned to look at the vixen, who lay motionless. Her shirt had a gaping and ragged hole in it, outlining one in her body that matched it. From this wound wafted a few puffs of green-hued smoke - the remnants of the slug - and sparks crackled out of it.

Krystal casually pulled herself up to her feet, and where there should have been gore and blood, she featured sophisticated mechanical innards; a charred and broken segment of an alloy endoskeleton allowed a view to damaged circuits which glowed and sparked, yet she seemed no worse for the injury. She even regarded the trio with one of her wry smiles.

Lurdanjo glanced to Fox, who was smiling dumbly, and then Falco, grinning as usual. "You okay, Krystal?" he asked, dropping the rifle and stepping closer to the vixen, but not with any urgency.

"Yes, Danji," she cooed. "Why?"

"No reason," the drake grinned, and then he forced himself on her in a kiss. It took her all of a half-second to start returning it, and in that time, they were frantically slobbering on each other's tongues. Lurdanjo's warm hands stroked down her body, over her vest until they reached her behind, where they squeezed her taut ass through the shorts she wore.

Being the sensual slut she was, Krystal moaned and arched into Lurdanjo's body, her clothed breasts deforming against his hard chest. At the same time, she pouted her behind out into his hands, and they squeezed harder, tighter, with much more possessiveness. It was as if he owned her body - though the way she presented it, this could have been true.

The vixen's own paws didn't roam Lurdanjo's body; they went right for what they wanted. She unzipped and unbuttoned his fly, and she shoved his jeans down around his ankles.

A nap had done Lurdanjo a world of good; his cock was hard again just from seeing Krystal's injury, but feeling her skilled and slender paws groping and rubbing his turgid manhood through his briefs made him shudder and growl. The harder she molested his throbbing penis, the more insistent he got with her behind. He unzipped and unbuttoned her own fly, and then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down. This left her naked from the waist down; it seemed that Krystal liked to go commando, a compliment to her obvious lack of a bra.

Breaking off the kiss, palming her ass cheeks lewdly, Lurdanjo grinned and bumped noses with the fox. "You're as beautiful as you are promiscuous, Krystal," he murred.

"Thank you, Danji," she cooed, planting a shallow kiss on his lips. Smiling, she grasped the waistband of his briefs, pulled it out until the elastic was taut, and then pulled it down to expose the dragon's crotch. She spared a glance down, and she licked her lips at the sight of Lurdanjo's dripping, red-hued member; it smelled softly of musk, and it twitched hard, waiting to be touched. "You've got a very nice penis," she remarked, smiling at the drake.

"I'm sure you've seen a lot, right? You're a whore, after all," Lurdanjo said, smiling sweetly, speaking in a tone to match.

Krystal giggled and covered her mouth with one paw; she was idly stroking Lurdanjo off with the other. "Oh, I am, yes," she sighed, flicking her tail over her bare bottom. "Won't you fuck me anyway, Danji?"

"Krystal, sweetie," Lurdanjo cooed, no longer rubbing her ass, but cupping the sides of her face in a fond and intimate manner, "I'm gonna bang you like you're a screen door."

Krystal beamed and hugged him tight, nuzzling into his chest. "Mmm, thank you, Danji!"

Lurdanjo smiled, and he took the vixen down to the floor with no finesse whatsoever. He leaned into her until she fell off-balance, and then he dropped her; her skull bounced on the steel deck with a sickening thud, but she didn't flinch. Her smile didn't even falter.

Krystal splayed her legs, and the drake knelt between them. His member throbbed, and it drooled its' pre onto the vixen's dampened, ready mound; the feeling made her coo with a moan.

Helpfully, Krystal parted the lips of her cunt, spreading those lovely, white-furred labia, exposing lush pink flesh within. "Have me, Danji," she shuddered, licking her lips in plain and obvious view of the dragon.

Grinning and holding on to his stiffened manhood, Lurdanjo pressed his tip up to the vixen's humid entrance, and he slid in all at once, erupting with a content growl as he lay over her. The vixen clung to him and whimpered; he grinned and kissed her on the lips. "I'm pretty surprised you're so tight, Krystal!" he laughed, pushing forward until his hips met hers; unlike how backwards anal sex seemed to be, where those snug passages would draw in - rather than reject - invading members, Krystal's snatch felt very much like an authentic pussy, yet much hotter and many times more wet inside, designed to be the ultimate in stimulation.

"Mmh, ohh," Krystal groaned, biting her lip momentarily. "Why is that, dear...?"

"'Cause of what a whore you are. Hey Fox?"

"Yeah, Danji?" he answered, stepping closer; the fact that Lurdanjo was fucking his crew mate seemed inconsequential.

"You dock the Arwings in the Great Fox; you know what you dock the Great Fox in?" the dragon sneered, starting to rut the vixen with no love whatsoever; she squealed and gasped beneath.

"What?" Fox chuckled.

"Krystal's pussy," the dragon concluded. Fox and Falco laughed hard, as if Krystal weren't even there. The vixen blushed and grinned, but her modesty didn't interrupt her slutty gasps and moans.

"Oh, god, it's true," she moaned, arching her back for Lurdanjo; a squeak of pleasure passed her lips when his meat ground along her walls at a more lewd angle. "It's just a good thing you're so big, Danji, or else I don't think you'd even touch the sides..."

The dragon snickered, loving that admittance, the casual shamelessness of a true slut. Reaching up with one hand - bracing himself on the deck with the other - he clutched a handful of her soft, azure locks, and he yanked with viciousness, loosening a great many strands, but her moan never faltered or let up, not even slightly. "I bet you've fucked the whole Cornerian fleet - jizzing in your ass is how students graduate from the flight academy, right?"

"Mhm! Mmm! Oh, Danji, yes!" Krystal cried, clinging tightly to the drake's hard body. In her wet cunt, his cock made a persistent and lewd shlup-shlup-shlup, her juices saturating his member and balls and her own loins, leaving all with a sheen that smelled sweetly, like a fruit basket. "I've fucked all of them! Mhm!"

"You've had so many loads on you, the small of your back is like a sperm bank, isn't it?" the dragon said, grinning wider than ever before, his teeth showing proudly. All the while, he fucked the moaning, trembling bitch for all she was worth - even as little as that turned out to be.

"Yes!" she squealed, an abundantly clear orgasm wracking her body and strangling her voice into a high note. "These markings aren't dye!" the vixen gasped, and Lurdanjo glanced at one of her tattoos with a coy smirk.

"Sexy whore," Lurdanjo groaned, and he pressed himself flush to the cumming, wounded bitch. He could feel the snatching tugs of her pussy as she came into her afterglow, the shudder of her body; he loved the sound of her whimpering, cooing moans. That she was enjoying his abuse and his member was pleasing to him, but the fact of the matter was that, selfish thinking or not, that world catered to him, not the other way around. Clutching her tightly, he threw himself to the side, rolling over, putting Krystal on top, and then he let her go.

Krystal trembled and whined in overwhelming pleasure. Her hair, formerly pretty and well-groomed, hung in ratty locks over her face, adding perfectly to the desperate air she exuded. Rubbing on his chest and up under his shirt, she began bouncing hard and fast, slamming her lithe body down on his hips again and again, her cunt greedily gobbling up his meat and spitting it back out with delightful repetition; each time, her pussy left the dragon's penis further saturated in its' hot drool.

Lurdanjo groaned in bliss, his tail flicking down between his legs. His eyes were trained on the clothed, but still wildly-bouncing masses of the vixen's boobs - like Fox leaving his boots on for sex, Krystal keeping her tits covered just made it better - and he stroked over her flanks. His thumbs gently dug into the wound, and under his flesh, he felt the malleable circuitry inside, noting the way it softly pulsed like a living being's innards might. To feel the taboo insides of the vixen made his shaft throb harder and squirt its' pre even more, because it nailed down his greatest - and perhaps weirdest - lust; he wasn't fucking Krystal. He was fucking an artfully-crafted android, an adult toy, that emulated the girl down to the most minute of details, and she obeyed him. Only him.

The bliss of an orgasm came to Lurdanjo with much reserve, but still a great deal of pleasure. Moaning, softly scraping his feet on the deck plates, grinding his rump down into the cold steel, Lurdanjo shot his mighty and hot wad up into the accommodating, synthetic pussy that was loving him.

Krystal cooed and moaned, and she slowed her ride to a halt over the course of ten seconds; after the fact, she leaned down and nuzzled into the drake's muzzle.

Lurdanjo rumbled affectionately. He slid one hand up under her shirt, where he cupped a breast; the other stroked the scorched perimeter of the wound. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too, Danji," Krystal purred.

"Me too," Fox smiled.

"Don't forget me, Danji," Falco chimed in.

Lurdanjo smiled and closed his eyes, hugging the vixen close.

--11

After his afterglow from the shooting range had subsided, Lurdanjo was thoroughly amped up again; he wanted more thrills, but not necessarily sexual ones. "So, hey - Fox?"

"Yeah? What's up, Danji?"

"Can I fly an Arwing now?" Lurdanjo grinned.

"I was starting to wonder if you were ever gonna ask. Come on! Falco, Krystal, you go on over to comms and let the fleet know I'm going to be heading out with a newbie co-pilot."

While Krystal and Falco walked off to do as Fox asked, the tod led Lurdanjo back to the hangar bay. He helped the drake change into a flight suit - one that that his surname on the breast and fit his body perfectly - and then they embarked together. Lurdanjo was given the pilot's seat; Fox sat in back, in the co-pilot's seat.

"Okay, Danji - you ready to do this?" Fox asked, clapping the dragon on the shoulder."

"Hell yes," Lurdanjo said, grinning, clutching the flight stick tightly, as if it were his own phallus.

"All right! Now, that trigger under your finger - you won't need that," Fox laughed. "Those are your blasters. Very powerful; microfusion tech. Banned on all fighters except ours because of the mercenary work we do."

Lurdanjo reluctantly eased his finger off of the trigger.

"And the hat, the button on top of the flight stick? Smart bombs. That's something else you don't need."

"Aw," Lurdanjo grunted, though he was still grinning.

"It's pretty easy. I'll walk you through it all once we're out in space." Fox pressed a button at his side, and the hangar bay door silently yawned open into the vacuum of space. "Just ease forward on the flight stick, and--"

Lurdanjo shoved it forward to its' limit, and the ship rocketed out of the hangar; Lurdanjo and Fox were both slammed into their seats, but the g-diffuser quickly compensated before the dragon could pass out.

From there, Lurdanjo started to bank and twist and curve; he even figured out barrel rolling in record time. "This is awesome!" he cackled, tugging the flight stick this way and that.

Fox grunted and laughed as he bounced from one edge of the cockpit to the next; his head thudded into the reinforced glass of the cockpit and the instrument panels on more than one occasion. One such impact left a dangling triangle out of an ear, but he didn't seem to notice. "Now, hey, Danji," he yelled over the whine of the engine, "try to ease back on the throttle and complete a U-turn, just ease it back!"

So Lurdanjo jerked it back as hard as he could, and just as quickly. Arwings were nimble ships, built for precision but made to take abuse, and Lurdanjo was certainly testing that mettle.

The engine screamed up to capacity as it the vessel curved up and did not one, but two complete loops. Lurdanjo whooped and laughed all the while, even as he exited the loop and sped towards Corneria's airspace. He caromed through densely-paced space, just inching his way past shuttlecrafts like the one he'd ridden in, skirting colossal freighters and cheating death.

Fox was chattering into his ear about his great flying; it didn't seem to occur to the tod that his charge was endangering innocent lives.

Lurdanjo pushed that envelope to the most absurd extreme when he saw an enormous, beautiful cruise liner. An ornate vessel, it skirted the most beautiful vistas in the solar system and it brought its' wealthy guests the greatest pleasures imaginable.

The dragon didn't know about any of that; he probably wouldn't have cared, either. In a glorious what does this button do? moment, he pushed the hat on the flight stick, and a smart bomb - a blood-red missile with a blue streamer behind it - roared out from a belly-mounted launcher on the Arwing.

Just as the nose of the smart bomb met the matte-black hull of the cruise ship, it detonated. An enormous explosion, blue-hued and ironically beautiful, vaporized three-quarters of the vessel and sent the remaining chunk hurtling off like an asteroid. Along its' way, it crashed into countless shuttlecraft that were on their way to dock with it, smearing them and their passengers across the void of space.

Lurdanjo was giggling maniacally, almost crying, but it was strangely without malice; just as he'd abused Krystal with love in the act, he enjoyed the destruction only in the most childlike of manners. It was akin to a little boy smashing his action figures together; a harmless fantasy in a world made to be so abused. It was so bizarre and off-the-wall. Fox didn't say a word about the atrocities Lurdanjo was committing, because in that world, there were no atrocities except for he, Lurdanjo, not enjoying himself.

"This is too much fun!" Lurdanjo giggled, covering his mouth. With no thrust, the ship brought itself to a halt and hung perfectly still, idling in space while the crippled remains of the cruise ship crashed through another swath of shuttlecraft, before it buried itself in the hull of a freighter.

As Lurdanjo was finally calming his giggles, a severed arm with bare circuitry exposed from the elbow thudded harmlessly into the windshield of the Arwing with a dull smack! That got Lurdanjo started again; he belly-laughed for minutes, while Fox just sat idly by, waiting for him to get it out of his system with infinite patience.

"Glad to see you're having a good time, there, Danji," Fox said as he rubbed the drake's shoulder. No buts; he was just delighted to see the dragon enjoying himself.

"I really am!" Lurdanjo beamed, leaning over the back of his seat. Fox, predicting what Lurdanjo wanted, leaned in - and they shared a kiss. "Hey," the dragon chuckled, "I wonder if I can get you bouncing in my lap in here..."

But before that idea could go any farther, the communicator cracked into life, and the monitor in Lurdanjo's instrument panel showed the grinning visage of the one and only Wolf O'Donnell "If it ain't Fox fuckin' McCloud," he growled, his tone scratchy - and vaguely southern.

"Didn't you used to have a British accent?" Lurdanjo asked, puzzled.

Wolf screwed his muzzle up into a scowl. "The hell are you talking about?" He paused and squinted, then he grinned maliciously. "Wait a sec! You're that Mistaro guy!"

Wolf's picture disappeared, and with a burst of static, Leon Powalski, the Star Wolf squadron's cold-blooded chameleon assassin, was grinning at Lurdanjo. "So it is!" he sniggered. "A celebrity like you would bring in a hefty ransom, I should think!"

And then, in another burst of static, the handsome Panther Caruso appeared to harass the two pilots. "Heh, and your Arwing's bloody hull would make a _purr_fect trophy, Fox..."

Wolf cut in one more time: "Get ready to feel the pain, kid!"

"Bring it on!" Lurdanjo grinned, clutching the flight stick again. Three Wolfen closed in, and their lasers came in a quick, warning snatch that rattled the Arwing, but didn't harm it. Lurdanjo pressed forward on the throttle and flew into the middle of their formation; along the way, he peppered Panther's vessel with laser fire, and in a lucky string of shots, he blasted a wing right off.

"Argh! You're going to pay for that, little pretty boy!" Panther rumbled over the communicator.

"Danji, careful! These guys are dangerous! You should let me take over!" Fox pleaded.

"No way - I'm really having fun now!" Lurdanjo cackled, yanking the fighter into a tight loop. On the way back around, he undulated above and then below four volleys of laser fire from Wolf's ship, and then he tore into it with his lasers, missing on only two shots.

"Dammit! Damn you! Fuc--!" Wolf's ship slammed into the abused freighter, the very one that the cruise ship had made into its' final resting place.

"One down," Lurdanjo said grimly, banking around the freighter and right towards Leon, "one and a half to go!" He loosed another smart bomb; Leon looped back and sped away, just avoiding the deadly sphere of vaporization, but Panther skirted too close. Though lucky enough to avoid complete annihilation, his ship was disabled by the corona of the explosion, and the crippled vessel tumbled out into the unforgiving depths of space.

"Pompous little rat! Beginner's luck!" Leon squawked into the communicator as he turned and tried to run.

Lurdanjo pressed the Arwing as hard it would go, and he gave chase. "You're not going anywhere!" he called out.

"Shoot me in the back, will you!?" Leon moaned.

Lurdanjo lined up the sights carefully, grinning. "Yep!" The lasers tore into Leon's ship, spearing the cockpit and detonating the plasma cell that powered the engine; the vessel exploded into a messy, cyan plume, not unlike the smart bombs.

Under a shower of praise from Fox in the cockpit, and from Krystal and Falco over the communicator, Lurdanjo took the Arwing back to the Great Fox and docked; on the landing, he tore a wing off on the hangar wall, and he stuffed the forward landing gear into the deck plates, yet he was praised for a so-called "excellent landing."

--12

"That was some amazing fighting, Danji!" Fox gushed, clapping the dragon on the shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.

"I was just having fun," Lurdanjo said with modesty. "Most things I do are just for fun. Speaking of which, come here, you!" Snatching Fox up in a tight embrace, Lurdanjo planted a deep and wet kiss on the tod's lips.

Krystal and Falco trotted into the hangar not long after, but the fact that Lurdanjo was in the middle of forcibly undressing their captain went unnoticed. "Freakin' awesome, Danji," Falco told the drake.

"You really were something else out there - I was worried for a moment," Krystal added. The wound on her stomach had since closed; there was no fur, only a pasty-white flesh that was slightly translucent, yet the brunt of the injury was gone.

Lurdanjo cast a glance over his shoulder - drool still dribbled from his lips - and he nodded. "Thanks, guys," he said briskly, then he turned his attention back to Fox. He got the vulpine out of his pants, and he proceeded to bend the handsome pilot over a crate, a long-empty container for surplus smart bombs.

"Mmh, it's too bad you didn't get to fuck me in the cockpit like you wanted to, huh, Danji?" Fox sighed, keeping his tail up.

Lurdanjo unzipped his flight suit - a zipper split the entire thing in half, from the neckline to the crotch - and this freed up his cock, for his body was naked underneath the suit. Playing around in the Arwing and reigning down destruction and inconsequential death brought him pleasure and left him hard, excited, but in no way was it sadism; he just loved how the whole world deferred to him. It was no more sexual than a child playing in a sandbox, but it thrilled the drake.

"This works too," he mused, and he slid his swollen cock up between the fox's ass cheeks. "I've just been wanting to fuck you so badly, I'll take it any way I can," he sighed, and he entered Fox with a content moan and a smile on his lips to match.

Fox arched his back and similarly moaned out while the handsome dragon entered him; just like Falco's, his asshole existed solely for pleasure, drawing the drake's penis in, its' velvet-smooth and already slicked walls absolutely tempting. "Ooh, you're big," Fox cooed, and he wrapped the luxuriant fluff of his tail around the drake's body.

"And you're just as tight as I dreamed you'd be," Lurdanjo rumbled, leaning over Fox, not at all bashful about pressing the tod's body so firmly into the steel crate. He nosed the fox's one intact ear, and then he kissed the other, largely torn off, hanging by a thread of slender, yet incredibly dense and fibrous cable.

Lurdanjo began to mate the fox firmly, his pace modest. Each time he pushed in to the hilt, his balls came to rest against the tod's, his fleshy hide meeting Fox's furred scrotum in a sexually blissful and intimate touch. "Love you, Fox," the dragon cooed. His meat twitched, and in reaction, Fox's anal passage gave it a small battery of tight, rhythmic squeezes to take advantage of that brief moment of extra rigidity.

"I love you too, Danji," Fox purred, turning his head to look at the drake from the corner of his eye; he was smiling, and that made Lurdanjo smile, too. "I've saved the galaxy more times than I can count, I saw my dad's ghost, I talked to dinosaurs and I even had a one-on-one fight with a tyrant's brain - but I never, ever thought I'd get to have the Lurdanjo Mistaro up under my tail."

Lurdanjo grinned in modesty and kissed Fox's scruff; he had to nose under the fox's ascot to do it. "It's an honor for both of us, believe me..." Harder and faster, he humped into the tight, moaning tod's ass, and he could feel his orgasm getting closer by the second; the thrills were great, but it was that unconditional affection and reverence which had him getting so close, so quickly.

With short, shallow humps and soft nips all about the back of Fox's head and neck, Lurdanjo soon came; he stood up on his tip-toes and lashed his tail as the orgasm struck, making him shoot a few ropes of his masculine cream deep into the waiting tod's asshole.

Fox simply groaned and cooed sweetly, not joining Lurdanjo in orgasm, but he was content with the one-sided lovemaking all the same. "That feels good, Danji," he murred, squeezing the drake reassuringly with his tail.

"Sure does," Lurdanjo sighed, resting over top of the handsome pilot; Krystal watched with a sweet, almost motherly smile. Falco was grinning.

--13

"Aw, hey, ain't that real swee--" A dense and over-sheathed slug tore into Falco's chest. The outlawed round ripped a ragged hole in his body, sending him flying back mid-sentence in a spiral. He landed in a dazed, motionless heap on the deck plates, and in a scene reminiscent of Krystal's mishap, his gaped chest smouldered with smoke - yet this smoke was pinkish-purple, as was the streamer the shot left in its' wake.

"Falco!" Krystal yelled as she instinctively hurled herself behind cover. She grabbed for the blaster on her thigh, but compared to the heavy weaponry in play, it was a knife at a gun fight.

The shot was so sudden and traumatic that it startled even Lurdanjo into wide-eyed silence; he quickly looked over to where it had come from, but what he saw only made him grin again.

Wrecked, but alive, Wolf and Leon both stood - at least in some capacity - by the spacewalk airlock, and they began shambling closer. They were just barely avatars of the fictional outlaws anymore; very little remained of Wolf's face, exposing a mechanical jaw and rows of steel nubs where fake enamel had once been mounted.

His patched eye had been entirely obliterated, along with a hefty portion of the skull; his gleaming and flickering CPU was exposed, yet the fact that he was still moving implied that he was capable of parsing his directives - specifically, to obey and never harm Lurdanjo. His good eye was still fully intact, as was most of that side of his head, but further down, he was an abomination of exposed mechanical innards and wires.

The arm that held the blaster was stripped entirely of flesh, leaving only a charred - yet functional - bony limb made of alloys, from which wires dangled. Some of the reinforced glass that protected his cockpit was embedded in his body; a ragged chunk well beyond a foot in length had speared through his chest, and it jutted out through his back. Smaller pieces of assorted shrapnel peppered what scorched flesh remained on his body, and a few had even punctured his durable endoskeleton's plates.

The remains of the wolf stood lopsided, and the reason why was clear; he only had one foot to stand on. The other had been neatly sheared off, presumably by the buckling cockpit of his ship. Though he compensated well, his gait was permanently altered, and it made his half-step, half-shuffle all the more freakish.

Leon was in worse shape than Wolf in some regards, but not all. One leg was completely missing at the mid-thigh, leaving a ragged and torn stump that contrasted sharply with the clean loss of Wolf's foot. Cables hung ineffectually from the wound, sometimes arcing and making the remains of the limb twitch when they happened to make contact. He walked only in the most loose sense of the word; he was using a nondescript rod from his destroyed vessel as a crutch.

The chameleon's face and head were both by-and-large intact, but his torso was a ragged mess. His uniform was missing entirely, and had he not had chunks of shrapnel and cockpit glass jutting out of his chest, he would have been quite a handsome - if not effeminate - lizard. From the waist down, but not including that missing leg, he was almost completely unharmed, missing only the last few inches of his tail.

Throbbing between the chameleon's legs, as absurd as it was arousing, was his penis; while Fox and Falco both erred towards more average-to-large lengths, Leon's cock, though slender, was every bit of fourteen inches. The bald, pink-hued knob of the tip glistened with pre, ordinarily a hidden element, but left exposed by the way his erect flesh pulled his foreskin taut.

"Wolf!" Fox screamed, his words enraged but entirely inappropriate as he lay beneath Lurdanjo.

The drake, morbidly curious to see how the encounter would play out, stood up straight and exited the tod's rump, his half-flaccid meat flopping free - but he guessed he wasn't quite done with it. Even after the nap, he was close to sexual exhaustion, yet he knew he had one more good load in his balls for that day.

Fox stood quickly, but he left his pants on the floor; his sudden fighting stance was made even more surreal by the lazy drool of Lurdanjo's semen as it rolled down his leg. "You bastard, Wolf," he rumbled, his single ear pinned flat, the other just dangling as well as ever.

"Heh-heh!" Wolf snickered, leveling the blaster at Fox's face. "What's the matter--," his voice caught, and for that instant, he seemed frozen in time; Lurdanjo could see his battered CPU flicker once, then twice, before it caught again. "--pup? Scared, huh?" Then his laugh came, hollow and without joy, but dreamily gruff.

Lurdanjo stepped to the side, his flight suit still entirely unzipped; he took the moment to step out of it, and then he put his hand on the dipped nose of the Arwing for support. He was grinning widely; the show was getting good.

"I cooked your fuckin' turkey buddy like Thanks--," Wolf's CPU sputtered again, "--giving, pup. I'm gonna rape your--," he glanced down at his own crotch in a moment of stunned realization; among other things, his genitalia had been obliterated. A hollow cavity remained in his endoskeleton. "Leon is gonna rape your bitch girlfriend. I'm gonna watch."

Fox balled his fists up tighter and grimaced, giving Wolf his best war face. "And lemme guess. You're gonna kill me?"

Wolf grinned broadly; with only a fraction of his face left, he looked like a cyberpunk demon from a silicon hell. "Always were a pretty sharp one, yeah?"

"And then your little back-biting celebrity friend is coming with us - Oikonny and the remnants of the Venomian army will love to ransom the pretty-boy," Leon hissed, casting a glance at the drake.

Lurdanjo relished his opportunity to join the play. Purely for effect, he walked over with his hands up - Wolf kept his blaster trained on the dragon, but nothing would make him actually pull the trigger. The dragon could have kicked him in his nonexistent balls, and still, Wolf wouldn't dare fight back. "What's gonna happen to me then?" he asked, doing nothing to contain his grin.

"The Venomian army is not well-known for its' hospitality," Leon grinned. "I'm quite sure you'd share a cell with the most cruel and sadistic of rejects that that vile planet has to offer."

"Prison, huh?" Lurdanjo remarked.

"Damn right, pretty-boy," Wolf grunted.

Lurdanjo shook his head. "I don't know if I'd last in a Venomian prison - big, pierced, tattooed convicts lifting their tails for me day and night?" He grinned even wider at the thought; his cock throbbed with an erection again.

"Tough!" Wolf barked. "You'll rot in there, gettin' your asshole spit-shined everyday, feeling like you're gonna die of boredom."

Leon was about to chime in again, but Krystal hurled herself around the crate she was taking cover behind, and she unloaded a volley of blaster shots dead-on at Leon. Unlike Falco's blaster and the illegal piece Wolf wielded, hers was purely an energy weapon; there were no slugs in the shots, but those magenta beams were deadly all the same. They pounded into the chameleon, one in the gut, two in the chest, a third in the arm holding the makeshift crutch; he yowled and flopped back, his hide sizzling where the blaster's rounds hit, but unlike Falco, he was very much conscious.

Wolf bared what remained of his teeth and he dropped to a low, squatting posture. In the same instant, he shot a round that caught the sprinting Krystal in the ankle, blowing off her foot in an explosion of android gore; bits of alloy skeleton exploded from the wound like a fragmentation grenade, and her charred and smoldering sandal landed a few feet away from Lurdanjo.

The vixen screamed and tumbled, her body flopping end-over-end before she came to rest at Fox's feet. Though her blaster was still in hand, she had no interest in using it; she was clutching her ankle and screaming - at least until Lurdanjo told her to stop, which she promptly did.

Fox was just beginning to mourn what happened to Krystal - and he was clearly getting himself worked up for a no-doubt helpless fight with Wolf and Leon - when Lurdanjo decided the scene had played out long enough. Drama was fun in small amounts; he was ready to make things interesting again.

"Hey Leon," he called out, no longer bothering to hold his arms up.

"What do you want, Mistaro?" he hissed, the indignity in his voice comical.

"Krystal's down. I think you'd better rape her while you have the chance." He grinned, and then, as Leon clawed his way over to the prostate vixen, the drake turned to Fox. "There's no hope, Fox. You should just hold her arms for Leon..."

His spirit broken just like that, Fox's body and expression visibly drooped, and he knelt near the wounded vixen's head. As she pleaded with him for help, he held her arms tightly.

Just as Leon was clawing Krystal's shorts off, Lurdanjo turned to Wolf and smiled wanly. "I guess I lose, huh? Game over?"

"Pretty much," Wolf sneered. Lurdanjo guessed that if Wolf had had a penis, it would have been hard.

"Well, since my life is just gonna decline from here," Lurdanjo sighed, though smiling, "how about you lick my asshole? A hard merc' like you probably can't wait to get me started on the life I'm gonna have in prison."

Wolf shot Lurdanjo a wary glare, yet with his face so mutilated and the ruined base of his teeth exposed, it looked like a jaunty grin. "What's got you so compliant--," a pause of two whole seconds, "--Mistaro?"

Lurdanjo half-heartedly shrugged, and then he turned and took a few steps over to that empty smart bomb crate - the one he'd fucked Fox over. He leaned over the sturdy box, and he raised his tail high. "Just acceptance, Wolf. Why fight when it's already over?"

Wolf tried to sheath the blaster on his thigh, but that part of his outfit was gone; shrugging, he dropped it on the floor instead, and he walked over to the drake. "You good-guy types don't usually learn your place without a good ass-kicking."

"I'm learning mine with a good ass-licking," Lurdanjo chuckled.

Wolf grinned and knelt down behind the drake, and he nosed up under his flagged tail. "You sure are, huh? Here it comes! Remember: you asked for it!" His tongue was still intact, and still so velvet-soft and pleasingly hot. The gruff leader of the Star Wolf squadron began lapping across Lurdanjo's snug, puckered asshole, and the dragon shuddered and moaned hotly.

"Oh, yeah," Lurdanjo quaked, grinning broadly. "Damn, you should lick inside of it - you'll really show me a lesson that way, Wolf."

"Don't tell me how to eat ass, kid," Wolf growled, but he couldn't argue with the dragon's logic - or orders. Wolf quickly forced the hot, wet muscle of his tongue beyond the threshold of the drake's ass, and Lurdanjo met its' entry with a heated moan.

While Wolf busied himself with lubricating Lurdanjo's ass, Leon straddled Krystal. The vixen kicked and wept, but Fox just held her wrists tightly, his lower lip quivering in apology to the poor vixen. "What a nice cunt you've got, Krystal," Leon sneered, poising his member at her folds. Though his body was a shade of green, his member bore this color on only the first few inches of its' length; after that, it segued into a more neutral white, before shifting into pink, mainly for the tip and the edges of the foreskin. "I usually prefer men, though," he mused, but then he entered the writhing fox.

Krystal wasn't in any real pain, but Leon's entry was unwanted and made all the more demoralizing by Fox's involvement. "Stop!" she sobbed, kicking at the maimed chameleon as he slid into her, and from there, he began to briskly fuck her. "You bastard! Stop! Quit!" the vixen screamed in-between volleys of sobs.

"Krystal," Lurdanjo called out, his voice lazy and content in pleasure, "give it up, would you? Come on, we all know what a whore you are. What's one chameleon after the entire Cornerian flight academy?"

Krystal blushed, and then she grinned rather impishly. "I'm sorry, Danji, just - you know, trying to keep up appearances," she sighed, and then she wrapped her legs around the chameleon, rather than kicking at him. "Mmh, harder, Leon," she cooed, humping into his piston-pumping hips, her wet cunt noisily squelching around the lizard's cold cock.

"Easy vixen - though that would be a double negative, wouldn't it?" Leon said with a hissing laugh. Making use of a strong hand and its' long, creepy fingers, he pulled up her shirt and he exposed the jiggling, naked mounds of her breasts. Under his lewd touch, those boobs were molested without care, tightly groped and pinched. The pliable, fatty flesh of her breasts proper was treated to the most abuse, but he also tweaked and rolled the nipples in that classic radio-tuning way; all throughout, Krystal cooed and moaned in remarkable sluttiness.

Lurdanjo couldn't be bothered to exert himself, to turn his head far enough to actually watch Krystal get fucked, but her eager noises - both verbal and from her pussy - were enough of a treat that he didn't have to. He draped his tail over the back of Wolf's head, and meanwhile, the gruff, mutilated android lapped so deeply, Lurdanjo jokingly thought Wolf might have been licking his tonsils. "Your guy Leon is a really good fuck, isn't he? I mean, he screws you all the time, I'm sure," the drake murmured, grinning.

Wolf pulled his tongue back, but, intent on torturing Lurdanjo no matter what, he ground his cold nose into the drake's taint. "Yeah, at least once a day. What's it to--," again, a pause; Lurdanjo guessed it was his speech system - production, not parsing - that had a hang in it. When he wasn't talking, he didn't seem affected by it. "--you, kid?"

"Just an observation," Lurdanjo answered. Wolf's nose bumped the pucker of his asshole, and it clenched tightly, involuntarily. "I could tell from your walk," he chuckled.

"Heh, bet you could," Wolf sneered. He gave the dragon's tail hole a long, broad slurp across the surface, leaving saliva in its' wake.

Lurdanjo was about to say something else, yet Leon's sexual theatrics distracted him.

Grunting and hissing alternately, furiously pumping Krystal for all she was worth, the chameleon manhandled her tits as roughly as he could - his fingers left gruesome indentations in the flesh that smoothed themselves right out without bruises - and he bore down for his orgasm. "Mmh! Tight girl! Almost as good as a nice, hot wolf ass to seed," he grinned, and he let loose, finally. A thick, but cold load of reptilian semen filled the vixen's cunt, making her quake and moan in gratification of her own.

The dragon grinned at the sound of Leon's climax, and he spared one brief glance that way, just in time to see the chameleon winding down. "Hey, you can't be done yet!" he called. "You should probably screw Fox, too - I bet you anything he'd like it even more than Krystal."

"Nyeh, don't tell me what to do, Mistaro," Leon scoffed. "It was my intention to fuck the McCloud fox when I was done with the girl."

Fox was effortlessly compliant; he was even blushing and panting by the time he got down to his all-fours and lifted his tail.

Leon dragged himself over to Fox; making use of his one good leg and the stump of the other, he knelt behind the tod in some capacity, and he slid his shaft, still twitching post-orgasm, in between the downy pillows of the dashing pilot's ass cheeks. He penetrated Fox in one rude thrust, and the vulpine cried out sharply, but pleasurably.

Lurdanjo smiled at the sound of Fox enjoying himself - made even better by the fact that he was enjoying himself for his - Lurdanjo's - own pleasure. Only one thing could make it perfect, and he intended to take it. "Hey Wolf?"

"What now, kid?" he growled; he sounded truly sexy when he was impatient.

"How about you lift up that tail for me? I bet having to sodomize you is even worse than getting rimmed," the dragon grinned, making no attempt to sound loathsome of his predicament.

"Heh!" Wolf said - or tried to say. A new and unusual glitch made his speech unit repeat the single-syllable laugh a dozen times in varying pitch and in rapid succession, terminating with a sparking burst from the mangled core in his skull. He continued to talk, to move his lips, but no words came out - and he seemed unaware of his silence. After his no-doubt derisive words, he stood up from Lurdanjo's prostrate ass, and he dropped himself down to the floor on all-fours, not unlike Fox, and inches away from the tod - but he faced Leon's direction. He held the ragged flag of his tail high, punctuating the muscular and miraculously intact curve of his ass.

Lurdanjo bit his lip and smirked at Wolf's new and unusual malfunction; the complete failure of a critical actor system with no apparent diagnostics? I love it when my toys don't know they're broken, he thought.

Kneeling behind his mangled, life-size action figure - and with Leon's wounded but functional body just beside his own - Lurdanjo hurriedly penetrated the wolf, who tossed his head back as if to howl, but no sounds escaped him aside from the grinding and whining of labored servos.

Leon and Lurdanjo matched one another in pace, and they exchanged lewd grins that said I'm fucking your friend's brains out to each other. Fox panted and moaned hotly beneath the chameleon, his blunt-tipped meat throbbing and drooling pre. Wolf was more reserved, but not by choice; either way, his body language spoke of supreme pleasure.

"Hey, Leon," Lurdanjo huffed, waiting for no reply, "if you're gonna fuck Fox that hard, why don't you give him a nice reacharound?"

"I suppose an accommodating bitch deserves to be thrown a bone," Leon hiss-chuckled, and he wrapped a creepy-fingered hand around the vulpine's throbbing cock. He stroked Fox off much faster than his hips moved; the former went for speed and efficiency, but the latter was slower, more harsh and rough.

Lurdanjo's style was a hybrid of techniques; he humped hard and fast, angling his cock in all the right ways to hit the wolf's sweet spots while still pleasing himself greatly. Even without genitals of his own, Wolf writhed and clenched, and Lurdanjo petted down his back, avoiding the jutting shards of glass, but tracing the charred shrapnel with a curious finger.

"Mmh, oh, god!" Fox gasped, putting his head down, his face a taut grimace. In Leon's cold hand, he came, splattering his messy seed all over the deck plates

Presumably from Fox's anal clenching, Leon started to gasp and grunt, and his thrusts became more noticeably labored. He still furiously jerked Fox off, that order still in effect, but every other sign pointed to him becoming lazy and content in pleasure. And then, with a sharp hiss and a low-register grumble of pleasure, the chameleon bent slightly over Fox, and he shot his cold, messy wad into the handsome vulpine. All the while, his hand noisily and rapidly jerked on the tod's length; Lurdanjo quietly told him to stop, and he did.

"Looks like it's down to just you and me, Wolfy," Lurdanjo grinned, then, putting his hands on the lupine's hips.

Wolf turned his head and grinned at Lurdanjo. He said something, but Lurdanjo's lip-reading skills weren't the best - especially since Wolf was missing most of his lips. He picked up a couple of key words, at least. ...pumping... ass? ...like... kid?

Lurdanjo guessed what Wolf might have been saying, and so he just grinned and nodded. Wolf grinned and nodded back. Bearing down for his orgasm, intent on finishing up, Lurdanjo rutted the messed-up android for everything he was worth. His fingers traced that shredded body, admiring the rugged construction, the tenacity to continue functioning in spite of near-total obliteration.

The devotion. Lurdanjo shuddered and groaned; his balls started to draw up to the warmth of his loins, but they still swung past where Wolf's had once been.

My toys will always love me. They'll always want to play with me. Grinning wide, but with no malicious intent, Lurdanjo pounded his throbbing member in just one last time; he let loose with an orgasm that emptied his balls and made the wolf shudder hard.

As he came, he wanted to be kissed; held; loved. Wolf couldn't give him that, not bent over as he was, but Leon could. Lurdanjo grabbed the chameleon, and they shared a hot, wet lip-lock; Leon's creepy-fingered hands stroked over the drake's flank and through his hair, but they didn't feel creepy to Lurdanjo at all. He moaned and savored the love and reverence, and he similarly petted the reptile, stroking over the crown of his skull and down his back, moving his hands lightly so as to not cut himself on the shrapnel, but worshiping the nigh-indestructible form of the chameleon all the same.

Beneath, from the devastated groinal cavity on Wolf's body, Lurdanjo's freshly-unloaded semen oozed out onto the deck plates It didn't matter; the dragon was getting off. He was happy. That was all that was important to the androids.

Wolf reached back with his fleshless arm, and he patted the drake's hip; Lurdanjo wasn't unnerved by the alloy digits. He loved their fond touch in any capacity, and he lay his own hand on top of it; the other rested in the crook of Leon's armpit.

The drake exited the kiss slowly, a tendril of saliva hanging between his lip and Leon's. Smiling sweetly, he nuzzled against the reptile's face, and then he sighed. "That was so good... I love you, Wolf. You too, Leon," Lurdanjo cooed; the lupine squeezed his hip reassuringly, and then he slumped to the deck plates with a noisy thud.

He was satisfied, content, and loved, but already, Lurdanjo wondered what a stay in a Venomian prison might be like...