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The shaggy little pony crawled along the metal girders slow and carefully, deep in the bowels of the enormous airship. Pausing from time to time to sketch the workings he saw, or to avoid being seen by the ships crew. With Cameron still unconscious, it was away from the little telegraph pony to feel like he was doing something constructive with his time. It was hard to just sit there with an unconscious friend, doing nothing because there was nothing he was able to do. Knowing that the Zebracorn needed rest after what had been done to him, but wanting to wake Cameron up. Just because when he looked into those bright blue eyes, and heard the Zebracorn say. 'Everything is going to be alright.' He actually believed him... if only for a moment, he was safe and warm in the intensity of those eyes. Did Cameron know the effect he had on others? Could he be so cruel as to feed false hope... or did he really believe the things he said. Did it even matter... the little pony knew that no matter where Cameron lead him he would follow, be it into the maw of hell it's self.

Meanwhile decks away, Cameron came awake slowly, with that particular combination of dull nagging headache and mouth dryness of Anesthesia. The real question was why he'd been anesthetized, the last thing he could remember was the Baron's paws on his throat. Unable to breath he'd obviously blacked out from lack of oxygen, so why had he been operated on? The Zebracorn sat up and rubbed his throat, the muscles of his long equine neck ached where the Tiger's paws had choked him. Carefully he explored his body discovering that once again it was his crotch that hurt, fearing the worst Cameron looked between his legs. His fat testicles were still intact, that empty sheath had once again been the focus of the surgeons efforts. Indeed that formerly gaping orifice now more resembled a mares sex that the home of a stallion's proud organ. No doubt this was the Barons orders... away to make his rapes more pleasurable for the big feline. He called out then, but his small shaggy pony cellmate was no where to be seen.

Climbing unsteadily to his hooves, the Zebracorn searched the cabin and its restroom. Noting that the vent screen was loose, Cameron knew at once what was going on. The big Zebracorn paced their cabin, worried for his young friends life. The Zebracorns wounds would heal swiftly enough he knew, a gift from his Unicorn father. Already the new wounds were scabbed and the scabs peeling from the older wounds revealing pink scar tissue beneath. Cameron knew however that his young pony friend had no such abilities, and that their captors had no reason to keep him alive unlike the Zebracorn. Still the brave young stud had instantly volunteered to go on these forays, to do what Cameron himself could not. A tear sprang to his bright blue eyes as he thought about how admirable his young friend was being. Was this how his father had felt, about all the young soldiers that had fought under his command? If so Cameron could now understand why his father had spent his life on campaign. A bit of his resentment for the old stud melted away, as understanding washed over him. His hyperactive mind drifting to the others, wondering what Vander was doing. He could just envision the handsome red stag standing at the wheel of his own airship. A look of cool determination on his muzzle as he piloted Silver Heels in pursuit.

*

The little pony lay out the tiny pieces of paper to form a sketch of a larger mechanize. Cameron studied the drawing for a long moment and then destroyed it. "Wait wha..." The little pony choked in surprise, as the Zebracorn smiled at him softly. "If we are caught with them, you can imagine what the Baron would do. Besides I can memorize your sketches perfectly." Cameron explained, as he destroyed the next set of drawings and then the ones after that. "Your were very brave Charlie... going out there to get these." The Zebracorn pulled the little pony close to him, gently kissing those velvety lip's.

"It was nothin'." Charlie stammered as their lip's parted and he gasped for breath, feeling the Zebracorns nimble fingers freeing his stiff organ from his trousers.

"Sorry I don't have anything to give you..." Cameron moaned as he groped the pony's throbbing organ, making it ooze pre-cum. "However I've gotten a number of places for you to put this." He snickered shamefaced, as the telegraph pony a strangely excited grin.

"I can do that." The shaggy little pony grunted, as Cameron's long fingers stroked and fondling his throbbing cock.

***

Twenty six miles away the sleek silver airship was fighting against powerful cross winds that tossed her about roughly. Only a hand full of her crew were on watch, the others were in their bunks trying to sleep. Vander licked his lip's a look of cool determination on his handsome muzzle, even as he twisted his hip's back and forth slowly. Working the enormous head of the Hippopotamus's thick cock into his own aching tailhole. "Fuck... this never gets any easier." The good looking Red Stag moaned, as his firm round ass cheeks came to rest on the hippo's fat lap. Even as Sir Henry grinned up at him, big strong hands gripping Vanders sleek sides.

"It... Ummmm... You feel divine on my malehood however old boy." The hippopotamus moaned as he thrust himself in and out of the Stags tight orifice slowly. Vander could feel ___'s thick fucker tense and expand within his taboo hole and smiled in delight at knowing what pleasure he was bringing the hippo.

"After the pain... it feels so good having you inside of me." The sexy Red Stag admitted, as he clenched those anal muscles on that throbbing fuck stick, making the bigger male inhale explosively.

"Gods... I am so glad to have made you and Cameron's acquaintances." _____ huffed breathlessly as he watched the Stag actively ride him now. The Red Stag snickered at this, knowing how sexually repressed the lord had been before knowing them.

"You are a jolly fun chap to get to know m'lord." Vander panted back breathlessly, as he rode smoothly up and down on the hippos thick organ a bit faster. Making the bigger male lay back and push his hip's up aggressively, while gripping the edges of his bunks so hard the wooden frame creaked alarmingly.

"EERRR... I do beg your pardon at intruding." The great Dane grunted looking embarrassed, but excited as he peered in the half opened cabin doorway. Clearly Otto was enjoying the erotic action going on in-front of him.

"Then join us instead." Vander invited lewdly, flashing the horny canine a knowing grin even as the big dog stepped inside closing the door behind him.

"I... I just wanted to report there is a new airship on the horizoooo... If I might." The tall lean canine grunted lustfully, as he slowly unbuttoned his dirty gray coveralls.

"Please do yes." The hippo moaned, always ready to enjoy a new male partner and unable to see that the great Dane had already agreed.

"Thank you my lord." The great Dane moaned shrugging off his clothing, and leaning in over the Hippo's lower legs. Taking Vander long pick cock into his mouth and began suckling on it, as he watched the Stag buck and struggle on that big cock. Hoping that soon it would be his turn, of course if someone wanted to ride his cock he wouldn't say no. Vander bucked and wiggled wildly, as that hot mouth working on his long slender cock.

"Ammmm GODS." The sexy Red Stag half moaned half giggled, as the pleasure was almost to much for him to take. "I can't... I can't..." He babbled wildly, even as Otto felt and then tasted the Stags first gush of cum, the great Dane swallowed in delight. And then stepped back to watch Sir Henry finish inside the Red Stags ass.

"So who's ready for the knot first?" He asked jokingly, slowly jacking himself to full bouncing erection. Watching as Vander pulled himself off the Hippo's thick cock, shivering uncontrollably... this was like some kind of wet dream for the lower class canine.

"Well... I'm already opened up soooooo." The Red Stag invited and then twirled around sexily, before bending over the Hippos bunk. Lifting his short bushy tail, and coyly looking back over his shoulder at the big great Dane. "Knot me..." He begged plaintively as Otto moved up behind him, and then pushed those sleek round butt cheeks apart. Sir Henry slipped his muzzles between them... licking slowly up and down that big red canine rut stick. And then took Otto's huge cock in his three fingered hand jacking it at first, before guiding it to Vanders tight tiny pink pucker... that pointed tip spearing into it easily.

"Ohoooooooo... fuck me!" Otto moaned, inhaling sharply... surprised that Vanders tail hole was so hot and tight after the Hippopotamus had pounded it. Just then a huge hot body pressed against his own back, something thick and throbbing nudging him.

"Might I?" Sir Henry breathed into his ear, even as the Hippo's stunningly hard organ pushed between Otto's ass cheeks.

"You... you honor me m'lord." The great Dane panted almost to late as the Hippo's cock head was already forcing its way inside of him. Sir Henry pushed deeper in, making Otto slam his knot into the moaning Vander. Taking deep ragged breaths as Vander's talented tail hole was slowly spread wider and wider, he felt in slip in and lock then together. "Gotcha now." Spitting into one paw Otto reached down and grasped that long slender deer cock stroking it slowly. "Ammm damn yer tight." The great Dane growled low and sexily into that pointed cervine ear, even as he lay upon that powerful young noble-furs body. "I love a tight bitch..." Otto panted into Vander's ear, as his strong hip's made short swift strokes in and out.

"As do I." Sir Henry moaned, as he fucked the big canines tail-hole lustfully, the big Canines own body was singing with sexual desire, as Sir Henry pounded his male pleasure gland. "Ohooo gods... Ohooooo fuck... I... I'm gunna... AHOOOOOOOOOO!" Otto howled in pleasure as that big hard canine cock tensed... holding back for a long moment. And then erupted... shooting a long thick rope of watery canine cum up inside Vander's sweet ass.

**

The Imperial airship Victorieux loomed on the horizon like some mythical floating island in the sky. "Well aint that a sight?" Angus growled as the massive airship grew even more massive as it approached them.

"Their haling us." Albert called, as he thrust his maned head through the open cabin door. "They wish to inquire about our business."

"Best heave too... we are in imperial air space after all... beside gentlefurs we have nothing to hide." Vander grunted handing the wheel over to Angus, and then joining Albert on deck, as the mighty warship nosed in closer. The Red Stag noticing a singular figure standing on the fore-deck of the massive ship. His colourful imperial uniform fluttering slightly in the crisp high altitude winds. As the two vessels drew along side and ropes were tossed over. The handsome older canine strolled down the aft staircase and onto the main deck to greet them. Vander and the golden jackal like canine starred at one another across the gulf between crafts. Until the two railings clanged together loudly in the rough winds.

"I am Jaques Christophe Pascal Haut of his imperial Majesty imperial air fleet, Captain of this vessel and air minister of the northern sky's. Are you the owner or Captain of this ship?" He gestured to Silver Heels, which looked rather like a needle beside the massive warship.

"Yes... well Captain that is." Vander shouted back over the savage winds gusting around them as they stood on the bucking decks smiling pleasantly at the air minister.

"I have a number of questions for you... but perhaps this business is best conducted inside. Please you will join me in my cabin." It sounded pleasant enough, but Vander knew it was not a request at all.

"Of course Captain." Vander agreed stepping over the railing an on to the deck of the Victorieux.

*

The handsome Canine sat down behind his desk, taking a long thin dark cigar from the humidor on his desk. "Would you gentlefurs care to join me?" He asked carelessly gesturing to the dark wooden box, even as he lit up his own cigar. Vander politely declined, while Albert took a cigar out sniffing it eagerly. "Excellent." He pronounced lighting it up and joined the Captian in puffing away softly. All was silent for a moment and Vander was regretting his choice of not joining in when at last the Captain spoke. "It seems to me... we have met before." He addressed Vander, the Red Stag was taken off guard by this and could only grunt.

"Oh... I fear I don't recall." The canine starred at him intensely for a silent moment as if trying to judge the truth behind the Stags words.

"Unsurprising that you don't recall it was a brief meeting, while we we both between ship board assignments. Are you still in navel intelligence?" He asked bluntly at last, admitting he couldn't read any hidden meaning in the Stags words.

"Errr... No." Vander grunted racking his brain to remember when and where he'd met the Captain.

"Hmmmm... I see. What is this craft you are in and why is it in my air space?"

"It is a private air ship...an we are on a pleasure voyage." Vander mumbled his brain tumbling over a vague memory of his time in navel intelligence.

"Haha... you are much to far north at the wrong time of year for a pleasure voyage." The canine stated bluntly as a slight smile played across his handsome muzzle. "Also I noticed damage repairs to your ship, consistent with having taken small arms fire. So I ask you again, what are you doing here? I am not your enemy." He added licking his lip's slowly, as Vander reach forwards and plucked the cigar out of his paw. Taking a long slow drag the Red Stag enjoyed the look of surprise on the Captains muzzle even while he handed it back.

"The air ship is owned by the Earl of Dumbarton, he has been taken by an air pirate and we his dear friends have taken it upon our-self's to get him back."

"Ahahah." The Captain grunted, leaning back he puffed on his returned cigar for a moment weighing the Stags words. "If there is any way I can help... you have but to speak it."

"We could use some swivel guns for deck clearing." Albert pointed out, as he puffed away on his own cigar absentmindedly.

"I greatly admired the Earls father and was saddened to hear of his death in the Kilbur campaign."

"Thank you Captain Haut." Vander smiled sitting down on the corner of his desk, giving the canine a look under his kilt.

"Please call me Pascal..." The Captain smiled back laying one hot paw on Vanders upper thigh, making the Red Stag's smile widen. "I take it this ship your in is the one the Earl planned to circumnavigate the earth with." Vander looked surprised again, making the older male chuckle softly. "Its all the news papers talk about, since his announcement. Your friend has a flare for the dramatic heh."

"He comes by it naturally..." Vander answered giving the handsome captain a slow wink, even as the scent of aroused musk cut the cigar smoke.

"I'll just bet he does..." The older canine smiled wider, his hot paw wandering up under Vander kilt.

****

"I do enjoy entertaining... of course most of the time my quests are only with me for so short a time." The big Tiger explained, making the Zebracorn wonder if it was because they were ransomed or because the big Predator ate them. "But you and I... we're going to be working together for a long time to come. And I view that as all the more reason to get to know each other." The big feline smiled his shiny white fangs glittering, as he poured his quest more wine. "Of course I know we've gotten intimate..." The Baron's smile grew ferocious and dark, as the Zebracorn visibly winced at this. Being drugged, repeatedly raped and unmaled was hardly most furs idea of intimate.

"And I only naturally did a great deal of research into your back ground. So perhaps we should talk shop, now I know you have other inventions. Why don't you tell me all about them." Those jaws snapped closed with a loud 'click', Cameron getting the message and began babbling away. Knowing that if he didn't the predator was perfectly willing to bite his balls off. The Zebracorn started off slowly with minor inventions of his own, before feeding the Tiger ideas for the air ship from the drawings the little pony had made for him. The Barons eyes widening in shock as the Zebracorn talked about things that had taken him years of trial and error to perfect.

"Hmmm... I've already perfected a number of those. Still it is good to see that great minds think alike... I feel a great kinship with you, just now my dear Earl." The Baron purred, taking another long gulp of wine, Cameron can hear the arousal in the Tigers voice. And knew that very soon he would be pleasuring the Baron, whether he wanted to do so or not.