Endangered Space
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This story contains all those things your mom and dad said they'd tell you about when you grew up, in hopes you'd never ask again. Avert your eyes, lest this missage burns itself into your retinas, for I can't be held accountable for your marred purity!
And all the rest. You know the deal. 18 blah blah don't read blah blah legal blah blah...
Okay, enough on with the story.
This was written for the Endangered Species contest for www.SoFurry.com
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**Endangered Space
- By Kandrel**
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Trajectory: 19.53° - 18.3 - 9.005 Parabolic
Signature: 28m Terran Sub-Frigate
Mag Flux Output: 8.4 Tesla
Registered: No listed registry
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"Gotcha."
Tro'guk Mok'tur rolled his right arm forward slightly, and the miniature reactor buried in the lead shielded chamber between his legs purred in response. Four g's pulled him back into his plush pilot's seat, but the rhino's thick bones and tough hide barely flinched. Distant stars spun in his display, conforming to no constellations he could recognize. He couldn't see the frigate yet. Probably wouldn't until he was right on top of it, not with the vast red bulk of Capella 6 blocking the yellow light of the local sun, and vast interstellar distances reducing ambient light to barely a flashlight. He didn't need to see it. The instruments in his sleek probe-fighter were top notch. With any luck, the Terran Sub-Frigate wouldn't even register his existence until he was less than a thousand kilometres off.
Half a minute ticked by, and the trajectory readout pinged a soft yellow note. The distance ticked down, a hundred kilometres per second towards his prey. Travel in space seemed deceptively slow. He knew he was travelling fast, brutally fast. A readout told him he was going almost a thousandth of the speed of light, and without the mysterious black-box tech of his little one-man fighter, he'd be crushed by the massive forces. As it was, he struggled to keep his meaty hands on the controls. But around him, nothing seemed to be moving. Everything was much too far away for his frame of reference to register anything approaching "speed."
Another ping, and the rhino rolled the stubby fingers on his right hand backwards. The forwards acceleration slackened, then Tro'Guk felt his face push into the head restraint, and the horn on his nose tapped against the four-and-a-half inch thick titanium reinforced forward hull on which the "window" facing front was projected. He focused his eyes on the empty spot in space where his sensors told him the sub-frigate laid, against the backdrop of the dark side of the planet. Ten seconds of deceleration, and a faint glimmer of reflected light stood out in front of the black mass of the nearby planet. Twenty seconds, and he could see a slim line of phosphor as the frigate's engines spewed ionized gas. Twenty five seconds and two automated drones detached from his quarry's hull, and at twenty six seconds, one drone had been reduced to a faintly glowing red vapor, and the other tumbled away in a flurry of tangled electronics towards the nearby planet's gravity well. He hadn't even heard his automated lasers wind up before they'd already dispatched the drones. In essence, exactly as it should work.
At the thirty second mark, his ship matched his prey's velocity. He edged his fighter forward, pulling up alongside the blocky, terran hull. He counted down seconds, his lips barely moving as his mind focused on the challenge of manuevering in the freedom of three dimensions. When his subconscious count reached ten, his magnetic clamps had latched onto the port hull. A slight grinding sound whined through the probe as the clamps applied torque to an inset cargo hatch, and with a vicious snap, the sub-frigate's airlock depressurized and the hatch swung open.
On his comms display, a frantic wavy line of transmission screamed from the captured ship, on radio and laser and x-ray and even gamma frequencies. He ignored them, and instead, his fist pounded a button on the inside of his controls.
This was the moment that Tro'Guk loved most about the hunt. Air rushed past him in gusts as his probe capsule inverted. There was a moment of violent vertigo as his seat swung down, then pointed him towards the cruiser. His atmosphere quickly vanished, ice crystals forming on his thick hide and scattering over his flight suit. His eyes stung, so he commited everything he saw to memory and closed them. He oriented himself as the dreaded vaccuum of space stole the breath from his lungs. Then the air ran out, and his eardrums pounded with the complete absence of sound. Through his thick, wrinkled hide, he could feel the void, first a tickle, then an itch. With eyes closed, he leaped. In freefall, he sailed for just three seconds, then his heavy hand caught the cargo bay door and swung him into the airlock. Six seconds in space, and the tingle in his skin finally started to penetrate, vicious, biting cold and unlike any other sensation. Seven, eight, then the cargo bay door snapped shut behind him, and he opened his eyes long enough to find and punch the glowing red panel near the airlock. Nine, ten, and air flooded into the chamber. The rhino counted the seconds in his head as the faint rushing of air rose to a roar in his ears, and the biting chill that tugged at every centimetre of his skin faded. Eleven, twelve, thirteen, and he opened his eyes. The airlock was just like he remembered it. Fourteen, fifteen, and the inner seal of the airlock parted.
A new record. Tro'Guk allowed himself a smile. From time of target acquisition to capture, one minute forty-five seconds.
The cargo airlock inner seal slid open slowly, and the short-range pistol flew to his hands. His feet thumped gratifyingly loudly on the thick metal floor as he approached the door. It might be small, but the sub-frigate he'd caught was nicely designed: smooth metal floors, ergonomically shaped white walls, and artificial gravity tugging his space-weary legs in the first approximation of "normal" that his body had felt since he'd started the hunt in his one-rhino probe.
The cargo hold was anything but utilitarian. There was a rug, thick under Tro'Guk's feet. The walls were faux-wood, and a bulb with a lamp shade hung from the ceiling, even though the majority of the light came from thick diffuse slits that ran the length of the walls. It was furnished, tables, chairs, a couch, all old wood. Teak, mahogany, leather, all in prime condition; he could count the zeros at the end of an already large sum of credits start to add up. This was all worth a mint in the hands of a collector.
And in the middle of the plush room was the pièce de résistance. Lounging lengthwise on a supple leather couch was a tiger, sumatran if Tro'Guk could judge by the markings on its pelt. Stretched out, it was tall, taller than he was, and gloriously naked, every inch of its prized pelt on display.
Tro'Guk stomped into the room, shaking ice crystals from his hide. As he entered, the tiger shifted, and two luminous orbs stared intently at him. Corded muscles slid under the striped hide as it rose from the couch with boneless grace. Tro'Guk couldn't help but admire the tiger's build and perfect tone. "It" was definitely a "He". The fiery orange and ebony stripes faded to creamy white across the feline's front. Tro'Guk's eyes strayed lower, lavishing in the uninterrupted view of the tiger's equipment. Either ignorant or apathetic to the rhino's lascivious gaze, the tiger stood with smouldering eyes glaring at the intruder, a low growl building beneath his breath. But the growl was a futile one; Tro'Guk spied metal cuffs around his wrists, and matching ones around his legs. Hobbled and bound, the tiger was little more than a noisy alarm, as long as he stayed out of the way of his teeth.
"Shut up, kitty, I'll worry about you once I've dealt with your pilot." The tiger's eyes blinked at the rebuff, and Tro'Guk reached out, stubby fingers grasping at the feline's neck. Just as he expected, fingers caught a thin band of metal hidden beneath the thick fur: an inhibitor band. With that on, the tiger's jaws wouldn't be able to bite down hard enough to even leave indents in his hide, let alone draw blood. "That's what I thought. Over here."
A casual flick of his stubby fingers yanked at the collar, forcing the cat to let out a surprised yowl. Without a backwards glance, he dragged his prisoner to the bay entry door. Just as he planted one shoulder against the wall, the door swung open, and Tro'Guk's pistol pressed to the temple of the panda head that poked through.
"Easy there, Silber. Come on through, and close the door behind you." Tro'Guk's voice was husky, a deep bass rumble too deep to have a distinct timbre.
A panda slowly walked through the door, his hands held at shoulder height. His fur stood out starkly in the wood panelled room, black and white in clearly defined patches that gave every one of his self-effacing motions a hint of comedy. "Tro, you son of a bitch, you scared the ever-living sh-" Tro pushed a knob on the pistol, and the slight whine of its EM chamber winding up hummed throughout the bay.
"You owe me money, Sil."
"Look, I know the economy's rough for guns for hire right now, Tro, but as a fellow survivor of Earth, I think we owe each other a little-"
The rhino ground the barrel of the gun against the panda's temple, and the pilot squirmed. "Eight weeks, you had me guarding your sorry ass through the traverse. Eight weeks, and four pirate attacks that I fought off for you, and you stiff me on payment. Nine hundred kay. Nine hundred kay right now, or I blow you out the airlock and take this tug..." He glanced down at the feline squirming against his steady hand. The tiger struggled weakly, but the collar wasn't about to be dislodged by brute force. "I'll take the tug and your little treasure here for my own. I think all this'll fetch me at least nine hundred kay to the right collectors, and I might keep this little beauty for myself."
"Six hundred!" The panda turned his head, staring straight down the muzzle of the pistol. "We agreed on six hundred."
"Nine hundred, including the two extra I spent tracking you down, and one hundred extra for making me wait in a probe for you to keep your own damn schedule." The rhino turned his head back up, staring at Silber down the point of his own horn.
"Seven hundred, and I'll cut you in on this run too!" The panda pleaded. Now that the negotiation had started, his hands had dropped, and had pulled a thin tablet from his dishevelled overshirt, stretched around his naturally large frame.
"Eight fifty, and I won't space half of your shipment here out of spite."
"Eight hundred. I can't offer more than that, I don't have it on me after buying this to sell."
As quickly as it had appeared in his hands, the pistol in Tro'Guk Mok'Tur's hand disappeared back to its holster. With another smooth motion, the rhino pulled his own credit tablet from a thin sleeve on his belt. He narrowed his eyes, scanning down the list of costs, until at the bottom, he found a light green credit for the amount of eight hundred thousand credits, courtesy of Silber Donnis of Dead Earth Shipping Corporation.
"Eight hundred, and a favor." Tro'Guk intoned levelly.
"Favor?"
"I'll figure out what it's worth." Greedy eyes glanced around the cargo bay, and momentarily stopped on the tiger. The rhino slid the tablet back into its sleeve, and with the same economy of motion, pulled the panda into a hug tight enough to drive the breath from his lungs. "I've missed you, Spot. Why'd you go and run off on me like that?"
"Big deal, couldn't miss out on it!" The panda leaned forward and breathlessly returned the hug. "Someone selling old earth relics, Furniture, books, recordings. This slave. And don't call me 'Spot'"
"Where'd they get him? Thought they were all on earth when..." The rhino's voice trailed off.
"Not all. A few were off-world. Aralin's took a breeding pair, were trying to make them into soldiers."
"Breeding pair? That can't mean-"
"Born off-world, in Aralin slaver ships. I've heard there's hundreds of them spread around." Silber ran his fingers over the tiger's muzzle. The feline made a half-hearted complaint.
"Spread around? I guess they didn't make effective shock troops?"
"Cats?" The black and white head swung around to grin at the rhino. "These fickle bastards? Fighters, yes. Taking orders, not so much."
"So..." The rhino trailed off as he ran his fingers through the tiger's striped tail. "How is he?"
"How is, wait..." The panda shot a hurt glance at the rhino. "I would never! What kind of pervert do you think I am?"
"The kind that would get a blowjob from a Rik'tanok in a crowded bar."
"I was drunk!" The panda complained.
"And the Vuli that I caught you in the sulpher springs with?"
"He needed his back scrubbed."
"How about the Laira Sirm, what was her name?"
"Did you see the mouth on her? No teeth, and tentacles for lips..."
"You spent my entire monthly hydro-fuel credit on that one night."
"Worth every credit."
"So how was the tiger?"
"Fantastic, he..." The panda trailed off, then squinched his eyes shut.
"Oh, do tell." The rhino pulled the tiger tail between his stubby fingers, eyes wandering down that gorgeous striped pelt.
The panda bounced a fist off of Tro'Guk's shoulder. The rhino didn't respond, so he struck a little harder. He pulled back aching fingers, and the rhino hadn't flinched. "Bastard. Fine, he's magnificent, if you must know. Tightest tail I've had on my cock in years, and a mouth so skilled that I doubt he needs the inhibitor collar anymore."
"But you're not taking it off anyway." The rhino stated. A soft growl echoed from the feline as the rhino's fingers strayed beneath its tail. One of the striped rump cheeks flinched.
"Not in a million years."
"Good." Tro'Guk shrugged one shoulder, and a finger pushed a certain latch that released the strap on his pilot's harness. A similar motion freed the strap on his opposite shoulder, and the rhino began to shimmy out of his tight-fitting flight suit.
"Wait a second, what are you doing?" The panda narrowed his gaze.
With a short tug, the rhino freed himself of the suit. It pooled around his ankles in a rumpled lump. "Collecting on a favor." Naked, the rhino reaped the reward of years spent fighting the sloth of zero-g. Muscles lurked under his thick, wrinkled hide, coiling like springs as he moved.
"Hey, I didn't offer-"
"No, you didn't. I'm taking." His fingers caught the inhibitor collar and tugged the tiger back towards the jumble of furniture. With a quick motion, he sprawled the feline front-first over the back of the leather couch.
Silber chewed at his lip thoughtfully. "Just don't damage the merchandise." He eventually responded.
Tro'Guk looked up from his captive feline and grinned, eyes squinting around his horn at the panda. "Which merchandise?"
"Any of it."
For the first time that day, Tro'Guk let out a laugh. In one hand, he held the tiger's striped tail high. With the other, he pushed a blunt finger beneath the feline's tail. The tight pucker of skin resisted for a moment, but the rhino was relentless. After a moment of dry friction, the first knuckle slid in, and the cat sprawled over the couch yowled. The ring of muscle squeezed behind Tro'Guk's knuckle, clenching in quick, fluttering flinches.
"Shit, he's tight."
He pushed the finger deeper, and the dry friction turned into slick pressure as the tiger's insides fought the intruder. The blunt digit slid back and forth, with the rhino's eyes intently devouring every second.
"If you think that's nice, wait 'till you have that down around your cock." The panda called out. He'd leaned against the wood panelling, one hand in his pocket, intently hiding his own arousal.
The sight of the striped rumpcheeks spread around his finger was having the intended effect on the rhino. As his finger rocked back and forth in the tiger, Tro'Guk shuffled his legs forward until his knees touched the tiger's thighs. With his sheath fit beneath the tiger's tail base, the rhino's half-erect shaft draped floppily over the feline's lower back. He pushed his wrinkled sac against the thin fur of the tiger's rump as his finger pushed deep into the clenching tailhole, and let out a chuff of anticipation. His cock gave a feeble throb, and liquid dripped into the tiger's pristine fur.
With his eyes locked on the cat's fine rump, he missed Silber striding to the far side of the couch. The panda's hand curled around Tro'Guk's horn and pulled his head up. Before a complaint could clear his lips, the panda's own lips met them halfway. The kiss stunned the rhino. All other activity stopped, while the two fair-weather lovers shared an embrace over the captured feline. With lips still tied to the panda, Tro'Guk felt Silber's hands catch his twitching length, stroking it over the tiger's back until it was hard and throbbing against his palms.
The kiss broke as the panda's hands pushed at the rhino's stiff cock. Tro'Guk backed up a step, and the panda slid the grey rhino shaft down through the tiger's soft fur, until the tip caught beneath the striped tail. Tro'Guk's eyes and hips stayed still as the black panda paws stroked and tugged at his length. His flattened tip dimpled the tiger's rump, tight resistance meeting his insistent prodding. The smooth pads of the panda's palms slid up the length of his shaft and tugged at the tiger's rump cheeks. As the feline's voice rose into a shuddering growl, Tro'Guk watched as the pucker split around his thick cocktip, then inch after inch of his grey shaft sank into the tight rump.
And tight it was, almost to the point of pain. The tiger roared, and the passage around his shaft squeezed down around the half of his cock he'd managed to shove inside. He pulled his hips back, and those inches of thick rhino shaft slid free again, shimmering slickly with the tiger's juices. He rocked his hips forward again, and with another growl that rose into a roar from his captive, his shaft speared deep into the tiger.
Tro'Guk glanced up as the roar suddenly dropped into a wet coughing sound. Silber's flight suit was pulled to the side, revealing the panda's white crotch fur. "If you're going to make noise, at least do something useful with your mouth." Silber looked down to where his white fur pressed against the tiger's muzzle, the inhibited jaws spread wide around the panda's thick shaft. Tro'Guk could just barely make out the panda's sheath from his angle, bunched up behind the tiger's nose.
As the tiger between them coughed and clenched, Tro'Guk and Silber leaned forward to meld their lips together over the captive. The rhino's hands tugged around the panda's hips and pulled. Inch by inch, his shaft sank into the tiger's clenching backside, until his wrinkled hide slapped against the striped asscheeks. Silber gasped into the kiss, and Tro'Guk could only guess what kind of treatment the panda was receiving from that rough tongue.
But the panda's pleasure was his own business. Tro'Guk pulled back from the kiss and stared as his hips tugged eight inches free of the tiger's tight embrace, then shoved them back inside with a shivering thrust. The rhino's pendulous sac swung forward, slapping the tiger's own with an audible smack. Tro'Guk's hands found the tiger's sides, holding him still as he took another deep thrust. A complaint from his captive coughed out around the shaft in the tiger's muzzle, but he ignored it, just like he ignored the struggling of the feline's hobbled legs against his. Instead, he focused on the pleasure, each struggle and squirm squeezing tight muscles, wrapped in velvety smooth flesh, around his throbbing cock.
"Fuck, this is one hot little kitty you found." Tro'Guk closed his eyes leaning his front against Silber as they rocked the tiger between them. Hands lifted the striped tail up and over his shoulder, then fingers spread the tiger's cheeks, tips tickling at his shaft as Silber leaned in to watch the action. "Silber, watch it, I'm... Ehr, that's good." The panda's fingers stroked the grey shaft as it slid from the tiger's tight rump, then squeezed at the base of his cock as he thrust it back inside.
"Fuh... Hnnn." Tro'Guk opened his eyes as the panda let out a gasp. The tiger beneath him coughed, then let out a breathless roar as the panda's shaft slid from his muzzle. The length pulsed vividly, slapping wetly against the bridge of the tiger's muzzle. Silber's hand gripped Tro'Guk's horn, squeezing it like a handlebar as his shaft flared, and a thick jet of runny spunk spattered across the vibrant stripes of the tiger's head.
The rhino paused for a moment as his panda companion peaked. As the spasming shaft ebbed from a torrent to a dribble, Tro'Guk jerked his head back. Silber let go of his horn with a mumbled apology. With his eyes locked on the junction of flesh, where his thick grey cock sank into the orange-furred rump, he slid his hips back and thrust. All but a few inches of his shaft slipped from the tiger's clenching insides, throbbing and glimmering with slickness. With nothing in his mouth stifling his cries, the tiger roared as the thick shaft piled back into his backside. He huffed in an exhausted growl, panda cum dribbling from his lips and down around his ears, and clenched his hobbled hands to the fine leather of the couch. As the feline gasped for breath, the rhino wound his hips back and thrust again.
The tiger's body jerked as the long shaft hilted. Around Tro'Guk's cock, the velvety walls convulsed and clenched. Stars exploded and crawled across his vision as the soft flesh of the tiger's insides caressed every one of his inches, and his stubby fingers held the feline's waist bruisingly tight. The captive jumped a little as the shaft inside him throbbed. A second later, another throb, and on the third, a hot rush filled his tailhole as the rhino let loose. Tro'Guk didn't make a sound, eyes clenched tight and hands grasping and loosening in the tiger's striped pelt. He shuddered twice, each one signalling a thick gout of semen, and the third overflowed the tight tunnel, spilling rhino spunk down the creamy insides of the tiger's thighs.
Both Tro'Guk and Silber held themselves still, riding the wave of searing orgasm into the warm laziness of afterglow. Slowly, motions jittery with the beating of his heart, Tro'Guk leaned forward and laid his head on Silber's shoulder, gasping deep breaths as the dizzy high of his peak faded. With effort, he opened his eyes, unfocused and hazy. "Some days I miss it. Earth, I mean. Wasn't a day that went by I couldn't pick up a fox at a local club and-"
"Don't." Silber leaned up and wiped his cock in the tiger's facial fur. The cat tried to turn his head, but the panda was insistent. "Don't ruin this, Tro. He's a good lay, we had our fun. Don't try to make me remember all that shit."
"But they were good days, Sil. Before the war. Before that one lucky shot that-"
"I said drop it."
Silber pushed the rhino's shoulders back, and Tro'Guk stood, hands still latched on the feline's hips. He averted his eyes, troubled, then felt a twitch and a squirm from the feline beneath him.
"Hoy, quit moving." The tiger's hobbled arms fidgeted on the leather couch, cuffed hands buried in the fabric of Silber's pilot suit. Silber glanced down, then the panda's eyes went wide.
A flash of orange motion was the only warning Tro'Guk had before a heavy paw tipped with cruelly sharp claws snapped his head backwards. He stumbled back, cock sliding free of the tight tiger with an audible slurp. Stars danced in his vision momentarily, and by the time he could focus again, the tiger was stalking towards him, ankles still cuffed, but hands free and a bare gap in his neck fur where the collar had been. Behind him, the panda lay senseless on the floor of the cargo bay, blood dribbling slowly from lateral slashes to his temple.
The rhino's stubby fingers dived for his pistol, before belatedly remembering his distinct lack of pants. He was too slow, anyway; by the time his hand met his naked waist, searching for the pistol's holster, the tiger had caught him with a powerful grip. Even with hobbled feet, the tiger's hand caught the rhino's throat, lifting the heavy fighter pilot up against the wood panelling. The striped face, contorted in rage, crept closer and closer to his. Tiger whiskers tickled his lips, then the matted fur of the tiger's muzzle pushed against Tro'Guk's skin. Thick panda semen wiped slimily against his neck, and a smear caught his lips.
The tiger's steel grey eyes stared into Tro'Guk's, steady and focused. After a few moments, the grip around his throat increased. Tro'Guk struggled as his breath came short, then stopped. He yanked on the arm, but it wouldn't move. He kicked, but the tiger was too far away for his thick, stubby legs. Heartbeat by heartbeat thudded in his ears, before it all began to fade, vision and sense of direction and up and down, all disappeared, except the pounding of his heart.
He didn't wake all at once. First to wake was his arms, tingling like the worst case of pins-and-needles he'd ever felt. He tried to move them, but for some reason, he couldn't seem to separate them. Then his legs chimed in, leaden and heavy, so foreign in feeling that he wondered in the strange post-dreaming state whether the legs he felt were actually someone else's. Then as his other various organs and limbs began to report in, his eyes finally opened.
Light stabbed into his brain, thudding a painful tempo along with his heart. First to come into focus was Silber, still unconscious. The panda was leaned back against him, sitting squarely in his lap. Something or someone had undressed him fully. The panda was naked, with his well-padded rump resting squarely on the rhino's sheath. Tro'Guk manoeuvred to push him off, but his arms were wrapped around the panda. Further exploration answered why. The cuffs were around his wrists.
On the couch, the tiger sat properly, slowly stretching fabric gloves over his dexterous fingers. The pattern of the cloth was familiar: it was Tro'Guk's flight suit.
"Dammit, those are my gloves. Uncuff me now, you-"
"Shut up." The tiger sat unconcerned. The glove he was struggling with finally fit over his left pinky.
Tro'Guk tried to move, but the panda's weight pinned him to the floor. "I said, take these fucking cuffs off me or-"
"You must not have heard me the first time. Shut up." The tiger slowly stood. His thighs were still stained with rhino cum. He wasn't wearing anything more than the gloves from Tro'Guk's suit. "If you say anything else before I leave, I will shoot you, instead of leaving you here to rot." The voice was soft and gentle, and sharp as a knife. Tro'Guk ground his squarish teeth together as the tiger lifted his belt and holster, thumbing the pistol. The thin key transistor in the stolen gloves triggered the EM chamber to whine. With deliberate sloth, the tiger slowly strapped the holster around his hips.
Whether because of the whine, or timely coincidence, Silber began to stir. The panda's legs kicked against Tro'Guk's calves, and the shapely rump in his lap squirmed as Silber tried to extricate himself from Tro'Guk's cuffed embrace. Tro'Guk glanced down; the panda's legs were locked around and under his, the leg-cuffs on the panda's thick ankles.
"The fuck? Let me go! Why the hell am I-" The whining pistol blinked from its holster to the tiger's outstretched arm in a blur of motion. The tiger was fast, too fast for Tro'Guk's bleary eyes to register movement. The barrel of the pistol pushed itself against Silber's head, and the panda went stock still.
"Thank you both." The tiger started, his voice just barely loud enough to hear. "Without your stupidity, I'd still be a slave." His voice was husky, and he coughed as he spoke. His lips were still spattered with crusty spots.
"You'll be a dead slave when I get out of-" The pistol's grip shimmered through the recycled and reprocessed air of the cargo bay. Silber's head bounced off of Tro'Guk's chest as he fell momentarily senseless to the side.
"If I see either of you again, you won't be the last survivors of earth. You'll be the perforated, smoking lumps of meat that used to be the last survivors of earth." The tiger stepped closer, and one black furred foot stepped on Silber's temple. Beneath the foot, claw marks, recently reopened by the force of the pistol whip, bled feebly. "I'm going to fly away from here, free and easy, and I'll find the other tigers. Oh yes, there are more of us."
"You mean more slaves of the Aralins"
"I mean tigers!" The steel-grey eyes flashed as Silber let out a pitiful whine beneath the tiger's foot. "Pure bred, earth blooded tigers. Your pitiful species withered and died after our world burned. You were endangered because you didn't deserve to exist." The pistol barrel tapped against Tro'Guk's horn as the tiger wandered his sights between the rhino's eyes. "But the tigers, we're free. We're the predators that nature perfected before the civilized species made their cities with their concrete and their plastics and their guns. And now that we're free of that puny planet, we've got a whole galaxy to roam. You won't see me again, but we'll see you two. In those last moments of your lives, as the dark void crushes in around you and you realize that your species dies with you, we'll see you. We'll see you as tiny specks in our sights, blips on our radar. And then we'll pull the trigger, and the remaining types of earth-creatures will drop to one." The pistol pressed between Tro'Guk's eyes, then it wandered backwards as the tiger stepped away.
"Why not kill us now then?" Tro'Guk growled.
"Because from now on, you will live your lives on my mercy, always looking over your shoulder and wondering if I'm there to finally end it." The tiger smiled widely. "And that pleases me."
With a few efficient strides, the tiger paced into the airlock, and the door shut behind him. "How the fuck did he get free?" Tro'Guk thundered at the panda tethered in his lap.
Silber mumbled, then cleared his throat, head downcast. "The key to the cuffs was in my flight suit." Metal screeched, and a sharp rushing of air signalled the evacuation of the airlock.
"He's going to die out there. My fighter won't let him pilot, not without my DNA." Tro'Guk growled. Then vibrations, carried by the clamps that were latched against the hull, signalled the fighter's reactor powering up.
Silber lifted his head. "Which, thanks to you, he now has plenty of." The room echoed with a snap as the magnetic clamps detached from the hull, then silence. Both Silber and Tro'Guk strained their ears to listen for the sounds that deep space ensured would never arrive.
"Dammit, we need to go after him. That probe is programmed with the location of my cruiser." Tro'Guk tried to lift his arms, but they were latched too tight around the panda's front for him to move.
Silber yelped as the arms gripped around him. "It's already lost. Dammit! Cut it out, I can't move!" The panda rocked, trying to free his legs, then stopped. "Is that what I think it is?"
The rhino blinked for a moment, then growled. "Yes, it's what you think it is, stop rocking your ass in my crotch." He tugged at his arms, but the cuffs were made to restrain even silicoid creatures with the muscle force of twenty rhinos. The panda kicked, but with both legs tied together, he couldn't get leverage. As fervently as he struggled, the rhino's body couldn't ignore how soft and cushioned the panda's rump was, especially as it struggled back and forth.
"Don't you dare." Silber tried to growl, but it came out as a squeak. A blunt organ pressed up against him as he squirmed, growing harder and more insistent by the moment.
"Then stop moving! I can't make it... Ah..." Silber bucked his hips in a panic, but as his hobbled legs bent and pulled him backwards, he landed squarely on the blunt tip of the rhino's cock, and his pucker flinched in complaint as it speared its way through.
"If you're going to keep wriggling like that, I'm not going to stop. Fuck, Sil, you've got a nice soft ass." The rhino hugged his arms around the panda's middle and tugged, driving his shaft up into the plushly furred rump.
With Tro'Guk Mok'Tur smiling in blissful oblivion, and Silber hissing and flinching in pain, the terran class sub-frigate hurtled along on its parabolic trajectory around the red bulk of Capella 6. "This is your fault." Silber growled as the rhino started to hump.
In the sleek, almost phallic probe fighter, the ex-slave Harlurr slid into the tight pod-bay of the rhino's cruiser. With the quickly drying DNA evidence soaked into the palm of his gloves, the strict security systems welcomed him on board. In a minute, he'd accessed the internal computers. In five, he'd re-registered the ownership to the piloting and navigation grids, and in ten he'd reprogrammed the security drones and probe ships to his own DNA.
In half an hour, he left stable orbit. In another half an hour, he'd leave the orbital plane of the solar system, and an hour after that, he could engage warp.
After two hours at the helm inputting new coordinates, he stepped into the Tro'Guk's personal chambers. Most of it would need to be jettisoned, but some of the decorations could be salvaged. He stepped into the hydro-shower and cleaned the humiliating evidence of his subjugation from his fur. And as he scrubbed, he dreamed.
In ten days, he would meet with the other tigers, rebels and escaped slaves like him. In a year, they would be strong, strong enough to take an outpost or starbase, or even a planet. In five, they would be flourishing. And in ten years, they would hunt down a sub-frigate, with the last remaining rhino and great panda in existence. And they'd be taken as pets, wonders of the universe. They'd be kept in a zoo, naked and feral, and shown to young tigers who would point and stare and wonder where they'd come from. They'd remain there, locked away behind bars, until the ends of their pitifully short lives.
And as the shower sluiced the dried remnants of cum from his vibrant pelt, the tiger smiled.
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