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The Mago Situation

"Fighters from the 8thFleet were successful in defeating and capturing several pirates today in a battle over Venus, Aleksandr Gardiev reporting, SPACE News..."

"Well, another one for the history books, eh men?!"

"Yeah!" The human pilots all gave a cheer as they heard the holoreport about their recent victory. Their commander was a tall, lean muscled human male, with brown hair, olive coloured skin, and green eyes. He was John Marcianio, callsign "Top Gun", one of the best pilots of the Interplanetary Defence Force's 8th Fleet. He was wearing his pilot's outfit, grey with olive drab coveralls, flight suit material. This was shared by all pilots in the room.

"You see that when Top Gun zoomed past this skiff fighter and got the disable?" One of the junior pilots joyfully shouted, pride etched upon his face.

"No lying, you did some good work yourself, Tagger. This junior took out three defence drones on his own!"

"Yeah!" Another cheer. There was the sound of the room door opening with a swish.

"Marcianio, Captain wants you." The security officer looked over at the pilot, concerned.

Marcianio grinned, "Tell Sharps I'll be in a few."

The officer shrugged, "Captain's orders, Marc. She said right now, no questions."

The pilot sighed, heading to the door with the officer in tow.

"All right, all right, let's see what she wants..."

Meanwhile...

"Whataya mean, the credit's no good? I took a 12 hour shift to get this money, and you're telling me it's no good?!"

"We're sorry, but furry credit's no good here. Go home, kitty! And leave that fine ass mare here, heheh!"

The cougar fumed at the human clerk at the merchant's stand, glaring at his leer to the mare beside him. She had a body to die for, breasts and firm equine rump straining to be held in her top and pants. She wore a bright red vest, with black trim, bringing out her brown coat and dark eyes very well. She also had on tight yoga pants that strained at her proudly massive bottom, with equally muscled legs to back up the image of the strong working mare. Others would call her a MILF, but never to her face.

The cougar was more or less in a green T-shirt and jeans, torn a little bit. He had tawny brown fur, and green eyes. The cougars used to be endangered, but efforts had led to a very stable population. Unfortunately, he and his partner couldn't reproduce, a fact the Ministry hammered home numerous times. He moped about the stand some, then shrugged.

"Come on, Juliet, let's go. Our money's no good here."

Juliet nodded, "Home then, Marcel?"

"Yeah, home." The two began the long walk back to their apartment, through the shiny streets of metal and holodisplays. It would be quite the long walk, indeed.

***

"Planetside leave, eh? Where you going? Mars, Mercury?"

Marcianio was talking with Tagger, the younger pilot curious.

"Back to Earth, looks like. Hope everything's fine."

"I know what you mean. I've family back home, two brothers and my mom."

The elder pilot smirked. "Must be quite the home sit, huh?"

The younger man laughed. "That it is, Top Gun, that it is. Good luck back home, see you when you get back."

The senior pilot grinned. "It'll be like I never left, Tagger." He headed over to one of the transports. Each was around the size of a regular fighter, and came in different capabilities for one, two, or three passengers. His was a grey single seater, the Mago.

"The Mago? Never heard of it."

"Captain got these from Mars, supposed to cut travel time to a matter of days, not weeks. Engines on this will have me home in at least three days."

Tagger looked on at the transport. "Well, that's good." He smiled as Marcianio got into the ship, with his headset on.

***

"Mago, this is the Requiem. All systems are in place, you may begin your departure to Earth."

"Roger that, Marcianio out."

The engines of the transport thrummed to life, and the tiny ship undocked to begin its' hopefully short journey to Earth.

"Mago, sensors are picking up strange readings, you see anything?"

"Negative... Wait, what's that?"

"Mago, pull back! Unknown energy surging."

"Requiem, controls are unresponsive...Gah!" Static... Sensors still picked up the Mago as headed towards Earth...

***

"Juliet... Juliet, wake up..."

The hell? His eyes snapped open as he looked upon... a furry. Was he on Earth already?

"Hey... did you see my ship? The Mago? It must have crashed, thank you for saving me..."

The furry looked at him curiously. The last he heard, they were living with humans on Earth, recently given full rights.

"Juliet, what are you talking about? There's no ship, you haven't left here since last night, remember?"

Juliet? Who the hell's Juliet? Looking at the furry, Marcianio now realized that he was a cougar, known in some parts as a puma.

"What the- My name's not Juliet! It's John Marcianio, ace pilot, serial number R-48315115! 8th Fleet! I just got done fighting on Venus..."

The cougar looked confused, tilting his head.

"What are you talking about, dear?" He moved and brought a paw down his cheek.

Marcianio jolted up, unsteady. His legs felt unbalanced, and they clopped, just like a pair of boots. He staggered over to the bathroom, to the left of him, the cougar behind him. What he saw shocked and awed him; an equine face, with dark brown fur and light brown, liquid eyes, a big bust that strained at a red black trimmed vest. In shock, he/she staggered back, turning to the cougar.

"What did you do to me?" His voice now seemed higher pitched, feminine. His eyes turned again to see a firm, proudly large equine butt, with a full brown tail that emerged under a pair of yoga pants. Both cheeks were firm, and looked tight. The cougar stared at the reflection in the mirror before snapping back to the mare.

"Now, now, Juliet, you need to calm down..." "Calm down?! What do you mean, calm down? My ship, the Mago, was supposed to be headed to Earth..."

The mare's chest heaved as the cougar looked on. It was her body, but not her mind speaking.

"Are you... possessed?"

The mare's eyes widened. "No! Before I woke up here, there was a energy surge... Then I woke up like this."

"Is there anything I can do?" The cougar looked at the mare, his eyes piercing.

Marcianio shook her head.

"I don't know anymore..." He, now she, sighed. If the energy had done this, then surely there must be one very confused human on board that ship. She flopped onto the bed, her figure bouncing appreciatively as she did so.

"Uh... what do you want me to call you?"

"Marcie."

"Marcie? Not Joan or Joann?"

She shook her head. "It'll do, and if I'm right... it's gonna be the reverse for me, well, who used to be me."

"There is a way for me to calm you down..."

"Oh?" The mare looked up at him curiously, still shaking.

"This." The cougar leaned in for a lick kiss, lapping at the mare's face with a rough, sensual cat's tongue, purring. Marcie let out a 'unf' of surprise at the lick, while his paws moved to undo her vest.

"What are you...?" "Juliet would offer herself to me, she'd be on top... I'm Marcel, by the way." Marcel purred and continued to lick the mare's muzzle and face.

"Marcel..." The cougar had her vest off; underneath, her breasts strained against a lacy silver bra, nearly busting through. "Why am I...?"

"So endowed? Juliet often said she was built for foals, but we cats can't breed horses. It's not possible... If she wanted, we would have hired a stud, but... I hope she's okay."

He kissed her again, his predator's tongue exploring her mouth. Marcie didn't know what to think, but she felt good. The warmth of his paws as he undid her bra and let it drop, then tended to her pants. Her breasts rested naturally high, nipples big and perky. The pants soon fell away, revealing silver panties. The garment was stretched taut in the back by her rump, while the front was starting to get slick, it felt odd not getting hard, now her body needed someone inside. She felt needy, wet.

"Mmmmm... someone's enjoying this, mmm?" He started to knead her breasts with his soft paws, purring, while he used his teeth to take her panties off.

Marcie let out a short moan as she was released from her panties, cunny starting to swell at the cougar's attentions to her breasts.

"Now... you." The former human groaned.

Marcel chuckled, leaning up to take off his shirt and jeans, revealing... a black speedo.

"A speedo?!" He grinned at the mare's shock.

"Yesterday, she wanted me to buy these, and do a routine... Heh." He rolled his hips, thrusting that bulge towards her. He was young, they both were, at least, she felt like it. He slowly took off the speedo, leaving her with a good view of a heavy ballsack and a very plump sheath.

"Does the mare like her kitty's equipment?" She was awestruck, and slowly nodded. He began to tease himself, a velvety paw groping his sheath and sac, while he nodded at her in silence. Slowly, her hand reached towards her centre, feeling the heat coming off her nether lips.

"Ooooh..." She gasped as she slipped one digit inside herself, unfamiliar with her new set of genitals. Her pussy spread wide, getting wetter as she watched the cougar at his work. From his sheath emerged the perfect feline cock, pointed, tapered, built to last. Marcie was barely aware she was drooling at the sight.

"Kitty, come to your mare."

The words came from her, unbidden. The cougar was fully unsheathed, a proud six inches. She wondered how she could fit that in there, or for that matter how it fit into his sheath... And how it'd fit into her.

_Schlick..._And he was in, all six inches of kitty cock plowing mare pussy. He put his paws on her proud cheeks to hold her steady as his hips started to thrust, going in and out at a brisk pace. She moaned, back arching, perfect butt straining upwards from the pleasure of being filled. The sound of his balls slapping against her, soft silken baps as he made the bed creak. He purred as he went on, pleasure clear on his face, a kitty grin etched on his features.

"So full... don't stop!" She found she could squeeze down on him, strong mare passage clamping down on his cat penis. He let out a growl and nipped at her neck, panting hard as his body went to work. His hips pumped hard and fast, cougar butt clenching tight at the pleasure of plowing the mare.

"Unh, unh, unh!" He grit his teeth as he kept at it, Marcie lost in the haze. She let out a whinny as she felt the crowning achievement of all cats... the barbs.

"Oooh!" A healthy cry followed by a neigh signaled her orgasm, mare cunny trapping the male inside, while she gushed, making quite a mess. It was followed by a yowl and thick, heavy, hot spurts of cat seed, ineffective in her equine womb, but still making her feel full. Her perfect rump arched up and stayed up while she trembled in bliss, while the two left quite the heavy creampie, the cougar's balls pulsing as they gave their all. He collapsed against her, huffing as his orgasm finished, sac drained for the night.

"Guh..." He purred and looked up into her eyes.

Marcie looked down at the young male stud, and cracked a equine smile.

"This might not be so bad after all..."

FIN.