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Corey led the way down the ship corridors to the captain's quarters, practically hauling me down the hall behind him. He opened the way to the room and proceeded to unzip his flight-suit further, leaving the top to hand around his waist as he strode through the room bare-chested.

The cabin was bathed in the warm light of the nearby sun, visible through the windows that opened on three walls and the ceiling. The light was bright enough to see by, but not so much as to be glaring, and cast such a light on the room that the dirty laundry and castaway books became irrelevant.

I moved to the bed, clearing it of all but the covers in a single throw of the arms, and stripped away my coat, throwing it onto my night stand. I tugged away my shirt and tossed it aside similarly, until the two of us were alone and shirtless together.

Corey slipped out of the bottom of his suit, revealing a slim and cut figure that deserved some sort of spotlight eternally following it. He now wore nothing beyond a tight pair of underwear, and the thin grey fabric did little to hide the sizable bulge in his groin.

Unable to stand it any longer, I crossed the distance between us, wrapping my arms firmly around his chest to grope his chiselled ass. The short fur of my chest rubbed against the pale hairs of his, and I locked mouths with the handsome ram.

His fingers took advantage of the opening I'd left him, and he undid the buckle on my belt and unzipped my trousers. I let them slide to the ground under the weight of my pistol, and kicked them away from my feet as I locked a hand in the small of Corey's back.

He moved his hands up to my chest, rolling his fingers along the muscled flesh there, parting the short black fur easily. His hands were like a warm current as they brushed along my torso sensually, each ebb and flicker of his fingertips toying with my lust as I fought to contain what little I held at bay.

I retaliated with a motion of my own, sliding my fingers beyond the waistband of his underwear, getting at the bare flesh of his rump directly. I moved through the smooth curves around his short tail and descended beneath it, bumping against his anus with ginger fingertips.

"Naughty naughty..." he chided playfully, "You're awfully eager, aren't you?"

I smiled, keeping my eyes parallel with his, and grabbed his bulge with the other hand.

He shuddered in shock and pleasure at the surprise groping, his eyelids flickering in ecstasy at the sensations as his manhood flushed in my hand.

"You're one to talk," I said, leaning in against his neck, inhaling deeply as I basked in the familiar scent of his musk, enjoying every bit of it. The scent of pine, along with sweat and the bittersweet odour of coffee mixing together in a manner that had become as pleasant

I pulled away his last bit of clothing, revealing the extent of his masculine body. His shaft extended a good deal into the air, bending upward as if it too wanted to be closer to that beauty of a ram. His balls hung below, the weighty orbs tantalizingly free in the cool air of the ship's interior.

His fur rustled as he shivered in excitement, and I simply stood and appreciated his beauty. The purity of his fur was broken in erratic increments by the diagonal lines of dyed-red streaks, each running from his left ride to end along his abs. His musculature was exquisite, without flaw or aberration aside from his effortless maintenance of it. I wanted to caress every inch of him, and seeing nothing barring my way, I proceeded to do so. I started along his thighs, clasping the soft fur in my hands as I worked around his hips, each new motion more intense and desperate than the last.

Finally, my desires broke me, and I parted his cheeks, rubbing at the soft circle of flesh within. I pulled away my fingers, sticking them into my mouth to slicken them, then returned them to his ass. With some hesitation, the ring of flesh gave way, and I fingered his depths to the chorus of his pleasured moans.

I removed my fingers from the ram's hole, and gripped his thighs firmly, lifting him above me. Corey followed my lead, and wrapped his hooved legs around my waist, positioning my bulging groin directly under his tail.

I leaned back to compensate for his weight, and dropped my underwear with one hand. My cock was in the process of emerging from its sheath, and the warmth of the ram against my body quickly hastened the process.

I let Corey take the lead, and he lowered his hands behind him, positioning my manhood carefully as I held him steady, each breath becoming more and more frantic as each touch sent me further and further into a bestial lust.

I felt the pointed tip of my canine length probe his rear, and lowered him very slightly, testing the hole. It resisted at first, and I succeeded only in smearing the ring with slick pre.

I did the same a couple more times, each motion gaining more and more ground than the last, until finally, the tight flesh yielded, and I felt the ram engulf the tip.

I breathed a heavy sigh in pleasure as I felt him surround me, the warmth and tightness gripping me. He answered my lust-filled moan with one of his own, the faint sounds of pain in his tone giving way to deeper undertones of pleasure.

I lowered him to nearly a third of my cock's length, then, finding resistance once again, I raised him, careful to leave only the tip remaining. At the apex of the thrust, I stretched my head upwards and met his lips, the pair of us bathing in the emotion and ecstasy of carnal pleasure.

I pulled away, and for a brief moment, our eyes met. I smiled, feeling the warmth of him in my arms and on my cock, and my heart fluttered with elation.

He returned my smile, the golden light of his eyes showing pleasure equal to mine. His face then shifted to one of suspicion as my smile changed to a smirk, then one to surprise as I let him fall on the length of my canine dick.

With the assistance of gravity, the ram slid to the base of my cock, the small bulges signalling the start of my knot barely slowing him as he dipped into me. I flexed my legs, and took the weight of the thrust in turn, sending a force equal to it upward, lifting him back to the top of my cock.

I continued the motion, my arms and legs working in unison to build up momentum. I felt the ram's innards stretch and give to my intrusion, each thrust building a haze of pure pleasure in my mind.

I slowly built up speed, thrusting faster and faster until we were locked in a heated, mindless motion devoted to nothing but pleasure. I paid no mind to the protests of my legs as I supported the man, caring only for the craving of my loins as I felt him shudder in my arms.

Loosening my grip, I allowed him to lean back, the movement showing off the flexibility of his lithe frame as well as the fine tone of his core. I reached between us, gripping his length in hand as I continued the rhythm of thrusting. He moaned heavily, and I felt a thick stream of pre spew from the tip of his ragging hard dick.

Slowly I noticed a growing friction at the base of my shaft with each thrust, making full penetration more and more difficult by the second as my knot expanded.

Desiring more control, I stepped carefully to the side of my bed, and lowered the ram, keeping my pre-stained cock moving inside him the entire while. I reached down and lifted his leg, hoisting the limb upward to stretch over my shoulder. Corey submitted fully to my positioning, the sheer pleasure of the act so engrossing as to remove any thought.

I shifted my pattern, eschewing the long, powerful thrusts I'd started with for faster, shallower movements. I felt a shift in his heartbeat through our intimate connection.

"Fuck..." he moaned, his eyelids half-closed in a barely-lucid state of lust.

I continued for what felt like an eternity, each motion drawing upon a seemingly limitless supply of energy as sweat rolled through my fur along the crevices of my muscles. In that moment, the aches of my limbs were nothing, the heaving of my lungs little more than background to the heated passion that held us.

Soon, I felt the tell-tale tightness that signalled oncoming orgasm, and I forced myself to keep my urges at bay. My knot had redoubled its efforts to expand, and now touched upon Corey's warm hole with every thrust, begging to be let loose upon it. I denied myself the pleasure, however, in order to preserve that honour for another bout to come.

I worked my hips like a piston, ramming against the pilot with force enough to rattle the bedframe beneath us, wild moans and grunts rising in crescendo in sync with the motion of our fucking.

Suddenly, I felt the tightness overwhelm me, and I emptied my balls into the ram's ass, fighting the urge to knot him as I ground the fleshy bulge against his tight entrance. Spurt after spurt left my cock, each accompanied by a wave of pleasure and a moan from the penetrated pilot. Above him, his own length began firing off rope after rope of white fluid, creating a new, milky shadow on his chest and the mattress beside him.

I dropped to the bed, letting my still-hard length droop against the sheets. Corey grunted at the sudden sensation of emptiness I'd left him with, then followed suit, rolling onto his stomach so he could rest without his horns laying under his head. He lay in his mess, uncaring of the fluid that now mingled between his fur and the soft fabric of the sheets.

The two of us breathed heavily in the afterglow, staring in comfortable silence out into the void beyond the cabin. I checked the time, noting the slip drive should be ready for the second jump.

As if on cue, the darkness around the cabin's windows fluttered with the tell-tale distortion of a slip-space rupture, and the ship was suddenly bathed in a pale blue light, deposited in the wake of another star.

I rolled onto my side and ran a hand along the ram's back, working along the smooth valleys and rolls of muscle that worked under his fur, the soft hairs weaving along at my finger's caress.

"You know," I said, running my palm to toy with his short tail just above his firm rump, "I met a cute bunny on my way off the station this morning."

"Oh?" he said, effecting a tone of false jealousy, "I thought I was more than enough man for you."

I gripped both of his forearms in my hands, rising to my knees while simultaneously rolling him onto his back. I proceeded to straddle him, pinning his arms and legs to the mattress while I let my butt sit against his abs, the gentle prod of his cock keeping the organ constantly in my mind.

I leaned down, letting my mouth rest directly against his twitching ear. I lowered my voice into a deep, smoky tone, "There's no such thing as 'enough' for me."

He visibly bit back a pleasured grunt as I began grinding my posterior against his maleness, and fought to maintain his composure even as his length filled with blood once more.

"Was he the kind you'd like to share," Corey asked, "or was this bunny just a toy for you?"

I moved my mouth lower, kissing the side of his neck as I felt him heave beneath me, his lungs fluctuating with excited movements.

"You wound me," I said, feigning indignation, "I always share my toys."

"Oh?" the ram replied, "tell me about this bunny then."

"Fit," I started, "gorgeous golden eyes, milk-white fur and a cute button nose. Short little cotton-ball tail and long, twitchy ears."

"Sounds like your type," Corey laughed, "not mine."

"Oh?" I asked, moving my hands from his wrists to explore his chest, "Then what is your type?"

His amber eyes sparkled in the sapphire light of the distant star, and a smirk broke across his face as he wrapped his fingers around my waist.

"I like them tall, dark and handsome," he said, moving his thumbs in a circular massaging pattern along my thighs, "better if they've got some wit."

He pursed his lips in thought, moving his massage to my rump, occasionally toying with my nub of a tail.

"I'm a sucker for green eyes," he said, looking me directly in mine, "and you can't go wrong with a cute butt and short fur."

"This is sounding awfully familiar," I smiled, feeling his cock at full-mast as it brushed against my rear, "When did you meet my brother?"

"Never," he said, "But I've seen pictures, and I've gotta say, your parents have some good genes."

"I'd be jealous if he weren't my twin," I said, feeling a stiff warmth between his legs.

"As much as I love the banter," I said, pressing a finger to his lips, "Can we just skip to the part where you fuck my ass raw?"

His hands where pushing against my chest within a heartbeat, pushing me off of him and onto the bed behind me.

I rolled over onto my knees and presented my rump to him, lifting what little tail I had out of the way. The ram didn't need any further invitation, and brought himself up behind me, pulling apart my cheeks to lower his tongue to the ring of flesh there.

I shuddered as I felt his warm, moist tongue press against the entrance of my hole, the gentle motions of the appendage working with ever pleasure receptor my brain had. My heart skipped a beat when he leaned in further, allowing his tongue to plunge past the hole and into the depths beyond.

My cock already throbbed in anticipation beneath me, eager for more despite the exertion it had faced only minutes before.

I suddenly felt the tongue retreat, and I whimpered in displeasure for a moment until the void was filled by another, far larger organ. Corey pulled me close against his hips, and ran his cock along my crack slowly as pre built along the edge of my anus.

Slowly, he drew himself back, and pressed the tip of his sizable cock to my entrance. He pressed against it gently, building more and more force behind each attempt until finally, with a slight moan of pleasure and discomfort, he slipped inside.

He held still for a brief moment, allowing me to adjust to the cock inside me, then continued, pushing more and more of his masculine meat into my hole, until finally he stopped as his balls pressed against my taint.

I felt every inch of him inside me, pulsating with the rapid fluctuations of his excited heartbeats, every ounce of my body demanding more.

He locked his hands around my waist, and began to withdraw. The friction of the motion sent another shudder through my body, every millimetre of his cock eliciting a stronger wave of pleasure than the last as ecstatic warmth built across my fur.

He continued until he was only just inside me, then ploughed himself back in to the hilt, sending a pulse of pain to my brain that failed to register beyond a thick spear of pleasure as he ground against my prostate.

My cock answered the call of the internal g-spot, and fired a small but noticeable spurt of jizz across my stomach and chest as the rod swung below me.

I looked back over my shoulder to see Corey smile at his handiwork, then smirk as he noticed my gaze. I received a shallow grunt in warning as he readjusted his hold on my waist, then I was forced to close my eyes as the pleasure began to overwhelm me, threatening orgasm only seconds into the act.

He launched himself into a storm of humping so vigorous my prostate nearly went on strike for overwork. His hips moved like a cannon, slapping against me with only the briefest of intervals to give my abused ass reprieve.

The noises I made as he worked his member inside me were most certainly not the kind a dignified space-pirate might make, but I was so lost in the passion and energy of our fucking to care.

It wasn't long before I began to feel the drain on him as He fought to continue at his breakneck pace. I began to challenge him, pushing back against him even as he drew away from me, until it was the pair of us humping in unison rather than a single leader. I leaned forward until my collar-bones were lying flat against the bed, letting him get at every inch of me as sweat and sex clouded the room.

Corey began to moan in lust, each thrust raising in volume and tempos as he built towards his climax.

Finally, He thrust hard, bottoming out in me as he emptied himself for the second time. I felt the warmth of his sperm as it poured into my depths, the tip of his cock bobbing as it spurted more and more of the fluid into my body.

He dropped back, pulling himself out of me as a thin string of cum trailed along between us.

"Ugh..." the Welshman moaned as he sank into the cushiony bed, "I think all the shit I got kicked out of me is coming back at once."

I rolled back to lay beside him, scoffing.

"I got shot, you big baby."

"You got grazed," he corrected, "I got hit with a bleeding parking metre."

I barked in laughter, "You may want to embellish that story somewhat; getting your ass handed to you by a metre maid is hardly worthy of famed outlaw Corey Rhys."

"You're the outlaw," he emphasized, "I'm merely the impressionable youth you've corrupted with a fantastical vision of crime."

"One," I said, raising fingers to enumerate my points, "You're half a year older than me, and two, you'd been discharged before you even met me."

"I just fly the ship," he shrugged, "Whatever nefarious shit you carry on it is your business."

"I don't think you quite understand how the law works."

"I'm a pilot," he said, shrugging again as he stretched across the sheets, "not a lawyer."

"You're lucky you're almost half as good as you think you are," I said, "Otherwise there'd be no putting up with you."

"And here I thought you kept me around for my prowess in bed rather than my skill at the helm."

I leaned in and kissed his cheek playfully, wrapping an arm around him as we enjoyed the comfort of a lover's bed, "A little of column A, a little of column B."

A motion at my waist drew his attention and he looked back to my cock, already growing for an anticipated third bout at the contact.

"Christ on a fuckin' bike, Grey," he cursed, "I swear you've got stamina enough to kill a man."

I shrugged, "these implants sure as shit aren't for show. What's the use if they can't be used for business and pleasure?"

I hoisted the man from the mattress, bringing him to a straddling position with his back facing me. He steadied himself with his hooves on either side of my torso, and eased himself to rest with my cock, knot fully inflamed, resting between his cheeks.

"Think you can handle round three?" I asked, knowing the tempting warmth of my cock would be enough to tempt him.

In answer, he raised himself up, opening a gap between my waiting groin and his quivering ass. He reached behind himself with one arm while steadying himself with the other against my chest. His free hand griped my cock gently, caressing it lovingly as it guided the steaming-hot organ upwards against his parted anus.

Without a word, Corey began to lower himself onto the length of my pole, the warmth and tightness that surrounded me forcing my eyes to close and toes to curl in sheer euphoric glee.

He moved with deliberate slowness as he eased himself further and further down the veined, red length, stopping only as he reached the knot.

He abandoned his position of support against my chest, and leaned forward over the bed. As he did so, his body shifted to accommodate a few more precious millimetres of me, and a hearty sigh escaped him.

He raised himself on the strength of his legs, using his arms to support and guide himself as he ban to ride me, each new thrust sending waves of force and pleasure through my nether regions as he bounced on my knot. His motions were smooth and quick, gliding along the six inches above the fleshy bulge with the primitive hunger of mindless, passionate sex.

I rested my hands along his hips, aiding him in guiding his weight along the thick length of dog-cock that connected us, the subtle motions of his muscles under my fingers moving in delicate waves of soft fur and stiff muscle.

In a matter of minutes, however, the weight of the day began to wear on him, and his motions became slower and less fluid. Sweat rolled along his skin, adding a shine to the pristine white of his fur in the vibrant starlight.

As the ram's breathing became more and more strained, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I moved my hands from his hips to grip his legs just above the hooves. He looked back at me curiously, and only had a brief moment to react as I lunged forward, drawing his legs out from behind him as I pulled myself atop the lithe pilot.

In no time, he lay beneath me, his legs extended flat behind me with his arms folded under his chin as I took control. I raised myself into a push-up position, noting that this activity was far more entertaining than the exercise, and began humping with the greatest vigour I could manage.

His innards squirmed and writhed at my intrusion as I withdrew to the very tip with each thrust, only to send my cock back to the knot. We continued for what felt like hours, the shifting of the light signalling at least one more slip-space jump, though neither of us much cared.

More than once I felt the tightness of Corey's orgasm, but he allowed me to continue without protest, my own finish building slowly like pressure against a dam.

As the sensation built, I thrust harder, stretching the ram's ass further and further as my knot fought to enter the tight hole. Each movement brought more and more ground, until finally, with a great heave of my hips and an indescribable tightness, I felt the thick bulge of flesh pass through the warm ring.

With the connection made, my body immediately overloaded itself with endorphins and limitless, rolling waves of pleasure, and my balls emptied themselves thoroughly, pumping wave after wave of cum into the ram.

The warm and tightness of Corey's body filled every inch of me with exuberance as I bit into his shoulder, animalistic lust overwhelming me as I made him mine.

And like a falling sheet, the haze departed, leaving me balls-deep in my pilot with a four-inch knot preventing separation for- as experience had taught me- at least an hour. The post-coitus clarity struck my like a drum, and I became acutely aware that my head, along with a good portion of the rest of my body, really fucking hurt.

I noticed too, a none-too-subtle reminder that neither Corey nor I had showered in the past day, and the dread of washing the mess out of the sheets hit me like a freight train.

The energy granted by lust then exhausted, I sank on top of the ram, resting my head between his shoulders.

"Aww fuck..." Corey said, apparently coming to the same conclusions I had, "Now I've got to sit here for another hour before I can go to sleep."

"I love you too, dear," I muttered sarcastically as I kissed at his ear, not moving more than I had to.

"Totally worth it, though," I heard him groan as I drifted to sleep atop him.