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"Intrepid actual, this is O'Donnell. We're making our outbound pass. Prepare to close out." Wolf called out over the radio.

The battle was intense. There was weapons fire everywhere, creating a storm only the boldest dared to try to cross. Andross was on his last leg, trying to make one last ditch effort to save himself or bring the entire Cornerian fleet down with him. And he had plenty of room in his plans for the large lupine that had betrayed him.

"O'Donnell, we read you. Centering firing solution on target. Beginning spool up sequence. You have thirty seconds until fire commit." answered the commander of a very large cruiser.

They were moving into position to bring their primary weapon to bear. It was a prototype, designed to deliver a colossal punch when it was most needed. And it was an orbital strike tactic. To use it in atmosphere was to doom the vehicle to excessive heating along the hull and destroy the ship. Wolf was streaking through the complex buried deep in a crevice that had been exposed by three earlier uses of the weapon. Andross' secret base had been uncovered, and severely damaged in the process. In spite of that, it was still functional. Wolf and his team had gone in to assess and resolve.

The fighter response they got was overwhelming. Reinforcements had joined the fray, helping to distract while the core team did their job. They had found the base to be protected by a shield that could regenerate by some means their sensors could not detect. The only option they had was to coordinate a close range assault with the orbital cannon. If they could survive long enough to bring the shield down, then get out, the Intrepid would fire and blast the whole facility to dust.

Unfortunately, the Intrepid wasn't the only one with a heavy assault option.

"Sensors show a massive gravitational distortion building deep inside the base. He's preparing to fire the primary weapon," Peppy said, watching on from the Great Fox, on the edge of the theater of battle, "Calculations show it doesn't matter where it detonates. When it does, it will create a singularity large enough to consume the whole of the planet and everything within its sphere of influence, then just keep growing. The entire Lylat system will be destroyed. He's trying to kill everyone if he can't assume control over everything."

"Then I guess we'd better take it out first." Fox said.

One of the two drones that could usually be found hanging along the underside of the Lycan's hull was zipping about, streaking in an erratic flight pattern, far too extreme for any pilot to survive being put through. One of the advantages of a remotely operated vehicle. It fired at a blazing rate, racking up an impressive kill count as the larger interceptor that was its mother ship engaged in its own impressive display of dog fighting.

"We're closing in on the last cluster of emitters, clearing a path now." James called out, his own drone working in concert with the other.

"Preparing to drop the final payload. All targets synchronized for simultaneous detonation." Wolf added.

"All fighters, all fighters, Intrepid actual. We are in firing range. Primary cannon is spooling up. Evacuate target area immediately. Time until strike is T minus thirty seconds and counting." the commander was audibly tense.

Who wouldn't be given the situation?

As Wolf approached the last target, he released the final payload. It was a cluster of time-delayed bombs. Each of the explosives within that cluster fanned out and sought their points of contact. As soon as he released and saw that they had successfully reached their designated targets, the Lycan was pulled hard up. The heavy interceptor streaked directly through the firestorm. The drones piloted by his two children followed, adding to the chaos. They cleared out a ring of enemy fighters converging on them. The cloud of flame, smoke, and debris cluttered the sensors of any ship scanning the immediate area.

Wolf kicked his helm hard over and shoved one of his paws hard to the floor. The whole vessel began to spin. The resulting streaks of light coming off its aft created a helical shape. Wolf held the roll for as long as he could muster. It wasn't just himself he had to worry about. There were two lives in addition to his he was straining to protect. And the g-defusers were only able to partially compensate. The large lupine was fighting to stay conscious, working to stay on course. Just as he was about to lose the fight to stay awake, two heavy, mechanical noises reached his ears and his ship jostled about.

"Fang two docked to Lycan." Fox called out.

"Fang one docked." James answered.

Suddenly, the shield readout on Wolf's display intensified in strength. He slowed the roll and shoved the throttle forward. With both drones adding their thrust to the larger vessel, the whole craft accelerated at incredible speed. They were the last ones out. The rest of the Sargasso fighter squadron had pulled back, seeking protection within the range of the Intrepid's anti-fighter guns or the Great Fox's cruiser-killers.

"Intrepid actual. All fighters, if you aren't already clear, get clear now. You have less than ten seconds. We are committed to firing. Sequence cannot be held. Wolf, status." called out the commander.

"This is O'Donnell, we're on our way out now. Payloads are in place. Detonation is already synchronized with firing sequence. Time until minimum safe distance is... eighteen seconds." the burly pilot said, frowning as he did the calculation in the moment. "O'Donnell! Get out of there! Give it everything she's got! You have to get out of the atmosphere now!" the Intrepid's commander shouted.

"I'm aware Intrepid actual. Working the problem now. Kids, you got anything?" Wolf looked down to his grand stomach.

He even dared to slip a paw from his controls to run over the swell gently. If he wasn't going to make it, then neither would they, and he wasn't going to let his final moments pass without showing them the affection they deserved. He felt the gentle squirming under his fur as they turned about, one inside the other.

"Throttle is already at maximum. We can push it harder but we have to divert power from other systems." James said.

"Take it from weapons and shields. We'll use the Fangs to keep the defense screens up. You only need them for a few seconds." Fox added.

They were already working on the matter, draining power from the systems mentioned and pouring everything they had into the engines. Wolf began shutting down others as well. Navigation wasn't needed for so short a jump. Nor was life support. If they didn't make it past the red line, it wouldn't matter. Every spare ounce of energy was poured into the engines and the Lycan whined, straining to hold together as she was pushed beyond her limits. The countdown to minimum safe distance shrank. The sky around them, a sickly yellow filled with angry clouds, darkened as they rose higher and higher. They were getting clear.

"Intrepid actual to fleet! Stand by for ignition! Planet Cracker firing in three! Two! One!" the commander shouted.

A great beam of light split the sky. It passed within half a kilometer from the Lycan as she streaked upward. The air around it quickly heated, burning off anything that could be combusted. Wolf squeezed his eyes shut and cried out in pain as the light blinded him. He turned the ship hard over, rolling to expose the ventral side. The hull's temperature rose rapidly, draining the shields at a terrifying rate.

"Pull away! We're high enough up that you can make your gravity turn!" Fox shouted.

The voice was so loud, Wolf could actually hear it not just over the radio, but through his gravid stomach. He did as he was advised and pulled hard on the stick. The nose of the Lycan angled away from the monstrous beam of light. Without navigation to tell him anything, Wolf assumed he was approaching orbital insertion. The temperature on the hull stopped rising, remaining dangerously hot, not climbing any further. It would take a while to bleed off the heat into space.

Below, a series of explosions rocked the unearthed facility just in time for the beam to strike. The shield emitters were destroyed, but before they could rebuild themselves, the deadly doomsday weapon the Cornerian fleet kept in reserve for such heavy scale assaults carved through the exposed structure. The heat melted much of the surrounding areas, but the portions that suffered a direct hit were destroyed completely. A great hole was carved through the facility, right down to the experimental weapon Andross had been building.

The 'Black Hole Gun' as it had been loosely referred to was damaged beyond any semblance of repair. The charge it had been building, specifically the singularity it was creating, was no longer under Andross' control. The old monkey screamed in seething rage as he watched the black hole break free of its constraints, then begin to devour the facility around it. It was still relatively small, but it was large enough to begin breaking down the walls of the chasm the Intrepid had created in its first few volleys.

Wolf brought his ship's systems back online as he read the atmospheric pressure drop down to zero. He swung the ship about and watched as the death ray finished its cycle. The destruction was too focused to see what was happening, so he magnified the scene. A small black sphere, only a few hundred meters across, had appeared in the place where the facility had been. It was consuming the rock of the surrounding area, leaving behind a crater. Then, it began to shrink. In an instant, it blinked out of existence.

Nothing of Andross' presence remained. They had stopped the black hole from gaining enough mass to critically endanger the whole system. And the mad scientist had been caught in it. It was over.

"All wings report in!" called out the Intrepid's commander.

A number of call signs followed, including those loyal to Sargasso and Star Wolf. When it sounded like everyone else had checked in, Wolf did as well.

"This Lycan one. All crew accounted for." the lupine said.

He couldn't help but notice there were quite a few fighters missing from the list. At least a third, probably more. They would have time to lick their wounds now. They had done it.

"Intrepid actual to fleet. Mission accomplished. Come on home."

---

The next two weeks were spent withdrawing from Venom back to Corneria and the more hospitable worlds. Sargasso saw many of its crew return, but there were notable absences. Those who had fallen in the final mission were honored while they traveled back to safe haven. A separate expedition had been sent to verify that Andross had not survived. The report was expected to come through around the time the main force arrived in orbit of their home world.

"Regardless of the results of the expedition, we owe you a great deal." General Pepper was reaching out from his post on the orbital defense platform, waiting to greet the heroes when they returned.

"It's not often we pair up with military forces, but your people were gracious and helpful. We gelled rather well." Wolf said.

The rest of the executive staff was present on the bridge for the address. It felt like there was a unnecessary amount of gravitas to the moment, but Wolf and his people weren't going to be rude. They were mercenaries and they expected compensation, but it was always to be dealt with after pleasantries were considered.

"Perhaps there would be more joint ventures like it in the future. It was a promising example of cooperation," Pepper said, "Bearing that in mind, I should probably get to the part you're likely most interested in. You are no doubt wanting to be paid, and given that you assisted in preventing the destruction of the entire Lylat system, you'll no doubt expect a fee in accordance with that."

"I wasn't going to say anything right away, but since you mention it..." Wolf let a grin tug on the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, I understand. The amount we agreed to doesn't seem terribly fair, given all you were required to go through. I'll authorize an additional fifty percent on top of what we discussed. That is the least we can do. Given how many of your people that I understand you lost, it should offer some solace for their families. They will all be honored posthumously. They gave their lives to protect billions of others." Pepper said.

"That's terribly kind of you, General. On behalf of all of us here on Sargasso, thank you. We are just glad we were able to do our part to make sure our homes didn't end up destroyed." the imposingly tall lupine replied.

The old dog opened his mouth to speak again, then paused, turning to the side as someone on his side drew his attention. He spoke with them briefly, then turned back to look at Wolf across the interlink.

"I have additional news. The report from the expedition has just come in. Their sensor scans in combination with data given to them from the assault forces have given them regions to check for signs of survival or escape. It would appear there was an escape capsule that Andross attempted to use. It veered off course shortly after launch due to the gravity well of his weapon going critical. There wasn't much left to be found, but what they did find has been verified. They have discovered the remains of the mad scientist Andross. He is now officially confirmed dead." the general announced.

A cheer filled the bridge as the message was delivered. It was excellent news to be sure. They wouldn't have to worry about the old monkey's forces coming after them ever again. A wave of relief washed over Wolf and he rest a palm against his swollen middle. The mission had indeed been accomplished.

"Well, then it sounds like we've all earned a well deserved break. General, you know where to send the payment. I'm going to give my people a chance to breathe. With your permission, we'll close out transmission." Wolf said.

"By all means. Thank you, Wolf. And please pass on my sentiments to your children." Pepper dipped his head in a respectful nod.

"Of course. Until we meet again. Sargasso, out." the lupine said.

The screen went dark briefly before showing the star field beyond and the blue planet below. Corneria was welcoming the military back in terrific celebration. Fireworks were already going off around the capitol. Conversation broke out among the bridge crew. Spirits were high, and they were only going to get higher. The leader of the band of mercenaries was already calculating their next move. He just wanted to see payment from the Cornerian fleet first.

It didn't take long. A buzz vibrated away in his pocket. Wolf reached in and retrieved a small device serving as a wireless link to the station's systems. He swiped across the screen as he navigated, finding the notification it had been buzzing about. He grinned as he saw the sum total Pepper had mentioned. It was well more than enough to rebuild the station from scratch, and that meant they were quite nicely in the black. By a great stretch.

"Quiet down, people. Quiet down. Peppy, what's our status?" Wolf asked.

The old hare moved his way over to his station and began looking over the readouts.

"All systems are operational. We could use some time in a dry dock to repair some of the more heavily integrated systems. Corneria's going to be busy tending to their own fleet so we'll probably be waiting in line for a while." Peppy said.

"Engineering teams can handle most of the work while we wait," Slippy added, "The hull plating will be trickier, but then that's what dry dock is for."

"Honestly, I don't want to give the Cornerians any more work than they've already got ahead of them. It's not just the fleet they're rebuilding," Wolf turned and looked back out through the main viewer, "Helm, set course to break orbit. There's a shipyard in orbit around Macbeth. We can put in there for repairs. It's also a good jumping off point for anyone looking to get some time away."

"Aye sir. Setting course for Macbeth. Transit time reads as twelve hours and sixteen minutes." called out the crewman at the station in question.

"That's more than enough time to prepare." the lupine said.

"Prepare for what?" Panther asked.

He was wrapped up around Falco, the two of them having been celebrating the good news with a rather firm kiss. Among other actions that might have likened them to teenagers.

"For the party I think we ought to hold. We've just overcome the single greatest threat in the star system, maybe even the whole galaxy. We deserve to celebrate! Spread the word. When we put in for repairs at Macbeth, we're throwing a party on the hanger deck." Wolf said with a huge grin.

A new cheer spread through the crew. The station slowly moved away from Corneria, then made the jump away from the system once they were clear of the fleet.

---

Preparations for the bash were kept fairly simple. It was supposed to be an informal matter, just good food and good friends to enjoy it with. And of course, there was plenty of reason to break out whatever bottles had been saved for just such an occasion. As it happened, there was a trade convoy passing through the area, and they were raided for virtually all of their wares. Legitimately. They had the money to spend on whatever they could hope for, and they splurged to make sure there would be enough for the whole crew.

Music was played through the PA system, ensuring that no corner of the station would be unaware of the celebration. Wolf stood off to one corner of the hanger, watching as his crew soaked up all of the good time. It was a rare thing to see; such ease of mind and spirit. It was terribly welcome for the lupine. Just next to him, on either side, were a pair of smaller wolves that had once been foxes. James and Fox appeared to have taken on enough of O'Donnell's traits to truly be his children now. They both appeared in a ghostly pale blue from their holographic presence.

"I never thought I would live to see the day." James said, peering out across the crowd.

He was wearing something similar to what he had been known for before he had been captured. He was clad in a green flight suit with a silvery-grey coat over it. At least it was supposed to be green and silvery-grey. His holographic state muted the color out of his appearance.

"Considering you were officially dead for the last decade or so, pretty much the rest of the system thought so too!" Wolf said with a laugh.

"Hey, there for a while, I was dead too. It comes in handy when you've got a psychotic monkey trying to slaughter you." Fox chimed in, his holographic form leaning in against the other ghostly figure.

He had opted to wear something quite different from his trademark outfit, which was quite similar to James. Instead, he was practically poured into a blue jumpsuit that hugged his decidedly feminine figure so closely anyone who looked long enough could make out the details of some very inappropriate regions. He wasn't trying to hide the swell between his legs, the two sizable mounds on his chest, or the fact that his nipples were stretching the latex-like material. The suit required zero imagination to picture what was beneath. His curvy, well endowed figure did make him appear as though he should be called 'she', but he still thought of himself as male. Over that blue 'zero' suit, he wore the same sort of grey coat as his father. And he had come to think of James as his father once again.

He spent almost all of him time inside the other ghostly lupine, while James remained curled up inside Wolf. A few times a week he might slip out so they could have a bit of fun. Wolf enjoyed those sessions. But when they were over, he always disappeared back into the other holographic wolf's womb, finding it to be where he belonged. James had come to agree with that assessment as well.

There was a considerable size disparity. James had seen a similar burst in growth after taking Fox into him. It was the same sort of burst that Wolf had seen when he took James in initially, then again when he added Fox. James' growth had given Wolf reason to swell larger still. It had been a rather interesting problem, refitting the Lycan to fit his larger frame. It had been managed though, and they had been instrumental in bringing down the vile monster that had pushed the three of them together.

"Well, now we don't have to worry about that ever again. I had put you both inside me to protect you from him. The nightmare is finally over." Wolf said.

"So... does that mean... this is going to come to an end?" Fox lifted a paw and placed it against the large lupine's stomach.

There wasn't anything substantial to actually make contact with, but the gesture was understood. Wolf shook his head and smiled as he ran his free paw over the great bulge. The other held a drink he had been enjoying, and just started to feel the gentle buzz it provided. The rest of the crew was making sure his cup never ran dry, ensuring he would end up quite inebriated by the end of the night.

"I don't think I could bring myself to let you two go. Besides, I think we work better with you two still in me." the proud father said.

"Yeah, I would say so too." James nodded, wrapping an arm around his holographic son, who could have passed for his daughter.

They both had not only been changed from vulpine to reflect their father's species, but they had also lost some years from their apparent age. Fox himself was clearly young enough to be fresh from the flight academy, and James wasn't much older. Likely they would end up going younger still over time, hopefully stopping by the time they reached their teens. They had taken the transformation in stride. And while Fox had initially found the alteration to his gender to be distracting at best and worrisome at worst, he had settled into it nicely. Of course, James' affection for him helped make it a smoother transition.

"Then nothing changes. We stay together. The way it should be." Wolf lifted his glass in a toast.

James and Fox lifted their own drinks, purely illusory and materialized just for the gesture. They all 'clinked' their glasses together then sipped. Wolf was the only one imbibing, but then he was drinking for all three of them. As they finished their toast, the feline and avian couple that had been married right where everyone was celebrating made their way over. Falco was the first to comment.

"Hey! I was wondering if we'd get to see you two! The big guy keeps you all to himself so much I'd almost forgotten what you looked like!" the blue falcon joked.

"Yes, getting to see you two in the flesh is so rare, it's almost like witnessing a supernova." Panther said with a purr.

Usually, such an occasion would indeed warrant a temporary evacuation of the two younger, smaller lupines, but then they had not wanted to be separate. They had grown so close that it was likely they would not part ways anymore, even to just share a bed properly.

"We can't help it. It just doesn't feel right to split up." James said.

"Such a greedy beast," Panther teased, reaching out to poke Wolf's stomach, "You have them all to yourself and will not share them."

O'Donnell chuckled and looked down at his large ball of a gut, giving it a pat.

"Yeah, I guess I am a little greedy. But when it comes to my kids, I can't help but want to keep them safe and close." he said.

"Well, if you don't mind, I think Fox and I are going to go mingle a little. We don't get to spend a lot of time with the crew except while on duty." James said.

"Yeah, I'd like to have an actual conversation with some of the team that doesn't involve weapons training, systems checks, or mission briefings. We need to do something about getting more down time, dad." the youngest of the three lupines said.

"Go on! Don't let me stop you! Go have a good time!" Wolf lifted his arm to wave the two ghostly figures off.

His two holographic children nodded and walked towards the crowd, seeking out others to converse with. They couldn't physically interact, but they could chat. And that was enough for the moment. As soon as they were away, Falco and Panther pressed in against Wolf's sides, fawning over his gravid tummy and fondling the rather sizable bulge in his pants. And it was indeed sizable. It was as if he had shoved a pair of watermelons into his trousers and topped it off with the nozzle from one of the Lycan's lasers.

"You really are terribly mean, keeping those two from playing with us. You gave us a taste of it and now we are always wanting more." Panther said with a deep purr in his throat.

"Sorry boys. The kids don't leave dad's gut. But if you're so desperate for someone to play with, you've always got me." Wolf grinned, draping his arms around both the feline and the bird.

"Why do you think we started moving our stuff into your quarters? Your bed's the best place on the station to sleep, or do other things that a bed's good for." Falco grinned up at the big lupine.

"Fair point. And if I didn't know any better, I'd think you two are interested in having a bit of fun right now. I'm surprised you haven't ripped my pants off." the large canid said with a smirk.

"We did not think it would be appropriate. We didn't know what sort of party this was to be." Panther replied.

"We don't stand on ceremony here on Sargasso. You know that. If you're anxious for it, don't let me stop you," Wolf said, then squeezed the two boys in his arms powerful enough to remind them of his frightening strength, intending to show dominance, "Or does your commander have to order you to get to it?"

His answer came quickly as the cooler air of the hanger suddenly washed over his groin. His pants had been dragged off him just as quickly as he had expected. A set of lips wrapped around his already semi-stiff shaft peeking out of his sheath, leaving Wolf to rumble away in delight. The happy couple had been together for two years, and for almost every night of those two years, they had included Wolf in their marital bliss. They weren't about to stop just because the crew was watching. That made it more exciting.

James and Fox had mingled about, finding their way towards the far side of the hanger, then circled around, making sure to put in a bit of face time with everyone they could. Eventually, they found the pair of ladies they had been interested in tracking down. Krystal and Kat were happily chatting away, keeping pressed against one another, each one keeping an arm loosely wrapped around the other. James and Fox took up a similar posture as they approached, smiling brightly at the two ladies.

"Hey, how's the party going for you?" Fox asked.

"Very well. Everyone's in such a good mood. Now that they don't have to worry about preparing for another attack or a mission or effect repairs as quickly as they can, they've all just embraced the celebration." Krystal answered.

"I'm interested in a little celebration of my own!" Kat waggled her eyebrows, bringing her paw down to gently grope along the blue vixen's rump.

Krystal yelped softly and giggled, returning the gesture in kind. They were both scantily clad, their flight suits left behind in favor of something more revealing and easily removed should the situation call for it. It made Fox wonder why he bothered with his choice in wardrobe. It flickered for a moment, then shifted into something that appeared much more comfortable, something that was inspired by the two ladies they were chatting with. It was vaguely reminiscent of the primal clothing Krystal had worn when she and Fox first met.

"Don't let us interrupt you if you're interested in taking the opportunity to enjoy yourselves. Dad's already getting down to work with Panther and Falco." James turned and lifted an arm to point across the hanger.

Even without the help, the noises of the big wolf pleasuring the two smaller pilots--and being pleasured by them--was drawing quite the amount of attention. James and Fox might have been out and about in holographic form, but they were still very much conscious inside that horny lupine's womb. They could hear him right in their ears, and even feel some of the jostling rocking them back and forth.

"Must be rough, not being able to get the same kind of playtime. He won't let you out anymore." Kat said.

"We kind of prefer it. Last time dad and I were let out, it took only an hour for us to start feeling terrible, like we were sick or hung-over. And we didn't get out of bed the whole time leading up to it. We weren't ever out of physical contact with one another. So... we just stopped separating." Fox explained.

"But to never have physical contact with the outside world..." Krystal trailed off as she spoke.

"We've learned to adapt. The control interface we use for the drones has been a godsend. We can't physically touch anyone, but we can at least stand and talk face to face." James said.

"Well, maybe Slippy will be able to figure out how to make those holograms more interactive. And make you look less like ghosts." Kat added.

"Maybe. But we aren't going to be pushing too hard to see it happen. If it does, it does. If not... well... we're still very happy with what we've been lucky enough to build." the lady wolf said.

The group turned their heads as a howl of passion filled the hanger. Wolf had managed to hit his climax, swelling Panther's stomach as he slurped and swallowed around the vast shaft. Behind the feline was the falcon, rocking his hips away firmly to keep his husband well occupied under his tail. It had taken Falco no time at all to reach his own peak, but he didn't stop thrusting until he heard Wolf's sound of orgasm. When they had all gotten what they sought--and inspired a good number of the crew to start up their own acts of passion in the process--the dark cat withdrew off the big lupine's shaft, panting softly.

"As much... as I do... enjoy tasting you... I do miss... making that beautiful... womanly son of yours... scream." Panther said.

"Fox does love how good you are with your tongue." Wolf chuckled.

"It is terribly unfair!" the black feline frowned, "You have your two children hidden away within you, pleasuring you whenever you want it, but never letting anyone else enjoy them! You are a greedy monster!"

He was clearly teasing again, hoping he might coax the big lupine into changing his mind about letting them out, at least for a little while. Wolf was holding fast to his resolve on the matter, though another idea had occurred to him. And he had been drinking just enough to think it would be quite funny to speak up on.

"Yup! I'm a big greedy monster! These two don't leave! They're mine! But, if you want to arrange a more intimate encounter with them, that can be arranged!" Wolf said, confident and amused.

"Yeah? Whatcha got in mind?" Falco asked.

"You two could just climb in with them! Then you could just screw each others' brains out until you pass right out!" the lupine tipped his head back, laughing as his mind grew a little hazy.

He reached over and collected another drink from the nearby table holding a number of them. He opened his mouth and tossed the whole of the glass' contents back as if it were a shot.

"Ya know, that doesn't sound like a bad idea! What about you, honey? Whatcha think?" Falco lowered his gaze down to the black leopard he was still buried in, content to stay there.

"Mmm, as long as we both get to go, then I would love to be able to once more see the ravishing girl of a son our commander is so proud of. I do so love to hear him sing when I hit the right spot. And he certainly knows how to deliver. If you weren't back there filling me right now, I would be tempted to say he's better than you at it, my love." Panther replied, turning to look over his shoulder at his feathered husband.

They had been enjoying an almost ideal union. The two years they had been married had been free of almost all stress or conflict. That was mainly because all the energy they had for either had been directed at the fight against Andross and any other bounties they had sought to collect on. Working as mercenaries had been excellent stress relief for both of them.

"Well then what are you waiting for!?" Wolf laughed and widened his stance, preparing for additional passengers.

Frequently, the two boys down below his very pregnant stomach spent their nights asleep in that big, round bulge, though it was usually further up than where James and Fox were housed. And he loved how they tasted. Rarely did he go a night without stuffing them down his throat, and it had left him keen to try shoving them in further down. There was a reason he hadn't, but his mind was too foggy for him to think of why. At the moment, it sounded like a marvelous idea, a perfect way to celebrate the victory they had earned.

Within minutes, Panther had pushed his muzzle in under the big wolf's scrotum. It was a bit of a challenge getting around those grand swells. Each one was larger than the cat's head, and that was after emptying their contents like they just had into him. The felin's belly was swollen and sloshing with the gallons of seed his commander had graciously provided him with, and it felt quite excellent being warmed by the powerful heat that came with it. Panther dragged his tongue along the big lupine's folds, eager to make their owner cry out. Already, Wolf was quite soaked, having been anticipating some sort of fun the minute the party started.

Falco resumed his thrusting, pumping hard and fast against his husband's rump. He wanted to get at least one more good squirt in before watching the cat he loved disappear into those hungry petals. And they were indeed hungry. Wolf growled low in his throat as he found himself claimed by a powerful need to complete the task set before him. He bent his knees, pushing himself down on top of Panther until he could feel the cat's head slide in. His ears were graced with the wet noise of a slurp as he began to claim the dashing pilot.

It wouldn't take long to finish the leopard. With the enthusiastic bucks of the bird pumping and shoving behind him, Panther was quickly in up to his shoulders. The already swollen canid lowered himself further, wanting to consume this new passenger more than he could put into words. And the audience that had started to surround the spectacle was eager to see the conclusion as well. With a series of squelches and slurps, the cat's bloated middle was steadily worked in. It swayed about, easily compressed by the grasp of the wolf's passage until there was nothing left of it to be seen. His hips followed, leaving Falco inserted into the big lupine above.

The bird's beak opened as he screeched in climax, making a mess along his husband's back as he painted the inside of the canid's tunnel. Any other time, that might have been considered a waste, but it had been captured by the steadily swallowing canal that was devouring his husband. Panther's thighs glided in as Wolf's stomach swelled larger, having never taken a third in like this. The tall, thickly-built pilot felt the dark cat's knees enter, then his calves, and then his paws. Once those passed, all he felt inside him was the still twitching length of the blue avian his third passenger was married to.

"Oooh... oh god," Wolf moaned, crouching over the deeply aroused Falco, "Two was great... three's even better."

He ran his paws over his monstrous belly, feeling the feline within turn about and get into a better position. Panther was trying to work himself about so that he could take advantage of James' distracted state. He had pleasured Wolf orally plenty of times, as well as Fox, but James was one he had not have much of a chance to sample. He was going to fix that now. The motion of his efforts could be seen in Wolf's belly as two very large, very strong paws massaged away at the churning bulge.

"Three's better than two, yeah. But what about four?" Falco grinned, then withdrew.

He quickly angled himself to begin pushing his way in after his beloved cat. That silver-tongued troublemaker wasn't going to get away from him for long.

"Mmm, that's good, go on. He's waiting for you." Wolf rumbled loudly.

"You better watch out, Panther! I'm right on your tail!" the falcon shouted, his voice muffled by the commander's flesh.

"Oh no you don't! You can't take me down!" Panther answered, appreciating the irony of the banter.

They had once said such things to one another in the past while dog fighting, while trying to be the other's end. Now, they used it to challenge one another to see who could last longer in bed. It had been a fortunate turn of events, and they had come to cherish one another. And now, they were going to see fortune smile on them again by being permitted to enjoy their commander's interior.

As the feline worked his skills on the tall, muscular James, his holographic self shivered and he groaned. A paw found its way to his own visibly bulbous stomach. He had desired deeply to reflect his new form through the avatar, belly and all. He loved showing it off, making sure the crew knew it was because he had claimed Fox as his child once again, not just his lover and sibling. It was a curious relationship with so many labels that could be used. It didn't matter which, and they frequently swapped between them. Fortunately, no one on the station seemed to mind the flexible nature of the relationship between James and Fox. Or how it connected with Wolf. And now, there was an interloper threatening to upset their bliss with promises of carnal delights.

"Ooo, oh god. He's in. And he's found a new target." James moaned.

"He's been wanting to try you for a while now, dad. He's probably been champing at the bit for months now." Fox said with a grin, reaching around the bigger lupine's stomach to rub over it.

The act was ineffectual, providing no sensation, but at least they could physically interact with one another.

"Oh he's getting his chance. Honey, do you think you'd like to come out and join in? I'd hate for you to feel left out." James said as he shuddered again.

"Sure, I'd love to take a crack at that mouthy bird, see how good he is with a joystick." the shorter, skinnier wolf smirked, reaching down to grope at his bulging crotch through the loincloth that covered it.

Krystal and Kat just rolled their eyes at the pair and grinned. They were just as insatiable as the two ladies. It was just a shame they were locked up in Wolf's belly. Krystal had not completely thrown away what she had come to feel about the once-vulpine and now-bombshell before her. Kat had been a loving wife and tender lover, but she still wanted to enjoy the touch of the one that had recruited her initially.

"Do we need to let you two go?" the blue vixen asked.

"If you don't mind, yes. I think that would be a good idea. Sorry to just disappear on you." James said, still fighting to keep his composure.

"Don't wait around on our account! You go have fun you two!" Kat waved to the pair, giving her beloved vixen a squeeze about the waist.

The two ghostly images disappeared as their owners 'woke up' in Wolf's belly. James began working to help Panther find a better position, while at the same time, the 'girl' he had managed to keep curled up in his own womb was trying to push his way out. Fox wasn't going to be denied participating in the orgy that was quickly building in Wolf's middle. Falco was already halfway in by that point, and vanishing fast. In but precious few moments, the commander of the station was sitting on the floor, hugging his now cartoonishly swollen stomach. Inside, the four he housed were busy enjoying one another's company. Lumps pushed out from the otherwise round dome of Wolf's gut. Sounds of passion rose from its depths, all while O'Donnell groaned happily.

His stomach wobbled about as his four passengers showed their enthusiasm for one another. It was enough to bring the small giant of a lupine to climax. There on the hanger deck, he began making a sizable stain of sticky white in front of him, and a puddle of clear, slick honey that seeped out from under him. The audience was enthralled. Most began working on their own little orgies. There was no reason to hold back. There was no attack on its way. They were free to do as they pleased.

Krystal and Kat pushed their way through the crowd until they managed to find Wolf at the center. They stood there, hands on their hips, giving him a look that made him want to shrink away. The generous motion within his womb was keeping him far too stimulated to react that way.

"Look at you!" Krystal shouted, "Look at your greedy self! You weren't satisfied with just two, one of which I was really hoping to get into their pants, so you just snatched up two more!"

"We were enjoying a very pleasant conversation with them when you decided you wanted to stuff yourself with a couple more, and they had to take off to be part of the perverted little party you've got going on in there!" Kat added.

"S-sorry ladies... I... I didn't know... this was... gonna happen. Ooo, damn that feels good. Where has this been all my life!?" Wolf squeezed his eyes shut as he moaned, tipping his head back.

The four he was carrying were giving him reason to question a number of things, not the least of which was why he hadn't done this sooner. He still couldn't remember the answer to that. He had consumed too much drink, and he was being served more by those hoping he might keep going.

"Now you've got Falco and Panther in there. You better not make us miss out on any of our double-dates!" Krystal scolded the big wolf, clearly not actually upset but just putting on a show to amuse those within earshot.

"If you're so... worried about... getting your fair share... why don't you just... climb in with them!?" Wolf cried out, shivering as he was claimed by another burst between his legs.

"You know what!? Maybe we will!" Kat shouted, unable to keep from grinning.

The two ladies shed their clothing and pushed the bloated lupine onto his back. Once he was laid out, they found their way down between his thighs and started working themselves in. It was going to be one hell of a stretch holding that many inside him at once, but Wolf didn't care. He just wanted them in. As soon as the words left his lips, he wanted it more than anything. And they were clearly eager to please.

The watery slurps of his hungry petals saw both ladies disappear into him just as Falco and Panther had, leaving the lupine so swollen and heavy, he couldn't bring himself to move. He could sit up, or at least he thought he could, if he tried hard enough, but he didn't want to bother. He was out of breath and the electricity of the party of six in his womb making him rock and sway from side to side was too much for him to contend with. He was losing himself to the passion, and he didn't want to fight it. The strange hunger he had felt for Falco, Panther, Krystal, and Kat, the intense desire to bring them inside him returned, and in force.

He could not stop himself when his voice rose over the whole of the hanger deck.

"Anyone who wants to join in better form a line! O'Donnell Station taking on passengers! All aboard!" he shouted.

The rest of the party passed into a hazy cloud that eventually faded to dark after a few hours. The lupine lay there on his back in the hanger, his belly churning about, feeling more join the festivities happening within him. When darkness did finally take him, he found he could not escape the lovely torment radiating out from his impossibly stretched abdomen. Never had he gone this far before, and it was glorious.

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There was no sunrise casting its light on Wolf to wake him. There was no alarm clock, no loudspeaker calling his name, no external force that drew him from his slumber. He simply stirred back to wakefulness some time well after the party had ended, and when he opened his eyes, he found he was staring up at the ceiling of the hanger deck, right where he had passed out.

The big lupine groaned and grunted as he tried to sit himself up. It was a challenge, noticeably more than he remembered it was getting out of bed in the morning. What he found odd was he could have sworn the hanger had been bigger the night before. As he sat on the floor examining the area around him, he found that it wasn't just the room that had gotten smaller, but the equipment in it as well. The ships were smaller too. Each fighter looked to be short enough that he could stand next to one, and easily see over it.

His head throbbed from the alcohol he had consumed, prompting him to bring a paw up to rub on his forehead. That was when he noticed he was naked. What clothing he still wore was in tatters, ripped to shreds as if he had exploded out of it. That troubled him. Wolf groped at his stomach, feeling over the great, round bulge. It was larger than he remembered it being. Were he to stand, it would sag down past his knees easily, possibly close to the ground. And it did carry with it an intense feeling of satisfaction. He had felt it before, back when he first slipped James inside himself, then again when he sent Fox to join. Those feelings never fully faded. Now, it was even greater. Far, far greater.

"Ugh... what the hell happened last night?" Wolf groaned.

"You had one hell of a time, that's what, commander." came a familiar voice.

It was Leon. The chameleon approached, wearing a broad smile as he kept a comfortable distance. He looked so small now, making the lupine question if he was hallucinating.

"What's going on, Leon? I feel like the scale of everything's out of whack." Wolf grunted while rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, that's to be expected. You've gone through a pretty significant change. You've almost doubled in height. And the rest of you's grown to match." the lizard explained.

"What!? Doubled!? I was three and a half meters before-"

"And now you're closer to six and a half. There's no way in hell you're gonna fit in a fighter now. Not unless you have one built from scratch to fit you specifically," Leon interrupted, then looked the lupine up and down, "And I do mean all of you's grown to match. I could use your sac as a bean bag chair if you stayed on your back. It's a good look for you. And everyone in there sounds like they're pretty happy."

"Everyone in... oh no," Wolf's eyes widened as he looked down at his giant stomach, "I remember Panther and Falco... and I think there was someone after that. How many are in there now!?"

"Well, you're right about Falco and Panther. They dove in first. So along with them and James and Fox, you've got Krystal, Kat, Bill, and a few others. Last I heard, you've got yourself a litter of dozen. You should be a very proud papa!" Leon explained with a laugh.

"Twelve!? I've got twelve in there!? Oh god, no wonder I'm this big! I didn't break anything or hurt anyone did I?" the lupine began looking around himself for signs of damage.

"No sir, not at all. You are decidedly a gentle giant. You got everyone in and then you started just kind of squirming, wanting to hug people against your gut. It was kind of adorable. Now, let's take a quick scan, make sure everything's okay in there." the lizard pulled a device out of his pocket and held it up towards Wolf's belly.

He waved it slowly up and down, examining what he found in the readouts. There were indeed twelve sealed away in the giant lupine's belly. They all appeared to be in excellent health, and those that weren't already last night were now either on their way to mirroring the big canid's sexual flexibility. Falco and Panther were the first, and they were already sporting both sets. Krystal and Kat had a simpler journey to make, enjoying their own generous additions between their legs. Everyone else was seeing the same sort of shift. There was however something rather interesting that had not been expected.

James was changed as well, but because of certain circumstances that suggested a reason for why Wolf's stomach felt so much larger than it should for just housing twelve. The reptilian fellow chuckled and put the scanner away, then looked up at the towering commander.

"Your kids are all in great shape. But, three of them found their way into someone else. Fox crawled back into James, which shouldn't be surprising, but he wasn't the only one to do that. Krystal and Kat followed him. Your son has a litter of three of his own, and he's grown quite a bit, just like you. The other eight are all crowded in around him. From what I can tell, there aren't any negative effects other than you being too big to use a regular airlock. You'll have to walk out of the hanger the way the fighter's leave." Leon said.

"Yeah, that's a bit of a problem. And you said my 'kids'? It's confirmed? I've adopted them all?" Wolf asked, but he already knew the answer.

It was odd how the idea didn't bother him. Sure there was going to be some serious logistical concerns given his new six and a half meter height, not to mention the giant ball of a gut he was hauling around, but he felt exceptionally at peace. It was as if this was as it should be to him.

"That's right. They're all integrated with you. You're eating, breathing, and drinking for them. You're probably pretty hungry." Leon said.

"Starving. I guess I'd better eat something. I'm eating for thirteen now." Wolf chuckled and looked down at his stomach, running his paws over the gargantuan swell.

He couldn't help but lavish affection onto it. He had a whole litter to take care of now, not just a pair of twins. And he couldn't imagine giving any of them up. They were his. They belonged to him. And with so many hidden away inside him, a new change that had not been present before was making itself known. His chest felt tight, as if it had been stretched somehow, and not just from added muscle like so much of him.

"I've already got the station's galley preparing something for you. It's more food than we go through in a day, but with what you've got to feed, that's to be expected. I am curious where you expect to go from here. There's no way you can fit anywhere else in the station. The bridge is out of the question. You can't fit in the Lycan. We're going to have to re-think a lot of things." the chameleon said.

"And I've taken a lot of key personnel. This greedy belly of mine isn't going to want to give them up," the giant lupine sighed, massaging his stomach further, "I guess it's time I thought about retiring."

"Retiring sir?" Leon frowned, not entirely thrilled with the idea, but then he couldn't think of anything else to solve their problems.

"Yeah. Andross is dead. The station's undergoing repairs. I'm way too big to fit anywhere and to refit the station to accommodate the new me would be just stupid. And commissioning a custom fighter just to fit all this," Wolf lifted his arms and flexed them, displaying a remarkable addition of muscle to his physique, "Would be pointless. You might as well just hollow out a light corvette and let me pilot that!"

"Okay... so... you retire. Who takes over the station?" the chameleon asked.

"You I suppose. You've proven you're a capable leader commanding your own fighter wing. And there's still plenty of other bad guys out there to fight. Might as well form your own team and go make a few credits off bringing them down." Wolf said with a broad smile.

"Sir! I... I don't know what to say! Are you sure you want me to take command!?" Leon was visibly shocked, taking a few steps back as he stared up at the lupine in wonder.

"I'm sure. Make me proud. I expect to hear about how things are going from time to time." the big canid answered.

"Well, if you're stepping down, where do you plan on going?" the green-scaled fellow asked.

"I've been thinking about that, and I've had an idea actually." Wolf said as a grin spread across his muzzle.

As the lupine went through his first enormous meal feeding himself and his twelve kids, he noticed that his pecs were bulging more than they should normally. He massaged over them only to find the pressure force a generous squirt of white from both nipples. He was leaking milk. His body was preparing to feed his kids, even though they likely would never leave his womb ever again. It amused him, just as the jump in size his groin had gained. Leon's comparison to a bean bag chair was decidedly accurate. Each orb was now big enough that he probably could have stuffed someone in and virtually no one would have been the wiser. A tempting thought, but he pushed it away.

It was no small feat getting Wolf off the station. It was a similarly interesting matter getting him to the destination he had selected. And that was to say nothing of getting him clothed. He declined to put anything on from the waist up other than a sort of sash that gave him a place to pin a communicator badge and store his credentials for the voyage. Below, he wore what amounted to a loin cloth. To have pants made to custom fit him would have taken weeks and he didn't want to wait that long. The lack of covering above was not just because there wasn't anything that would fit him. He didn't want to leak through a shirt or top constantly. He would just have to let his milk trickle out however it might.

The giant wolf turned heads everywhere he went. He simply waved politely, smiled, and carried on his way. He had a small bag slung over his shoulder, small when compared to him. It housed what few possessions he intended to take with him when he shifted to his new lifestyle. The streets were a difficult prospect. He frequently blocked traffic, so he opted to turn and head out of the main thoroughfares, aiming for the beach. The sand there was just as beautiful and pristine as he always remembered it to be. And it served to help cushion his giant foot-paws. The concrete had been a little rough on them. He had been a little rough on the concrete too.

The stroll down the beach had taken him better than an hour, but it had been worth it. Soon, a familiar structure welled up before him. He knew they had regions designed for someone his size. They had staff as big as him. Usually those staff members weren't seen much, if only because they were either inside, or out swimming in the deep water. Water dragons that size tended to prefer the near weightless sensation rather than stomp around, almost stepping on people. The symbol on the building looked down on him, appearing just as friendly and welcoming as it always did. But then, a tree wreathed in a braided knot of a circle would have a difficult time looking sinister.

"Hello sir, welcome to Canopy Resorts. Have you stayed with us before?" called out a short, blue drake dressed in a sarong.

She was very cute, less sexually attractive and more simply adorable given Wolf's incredible height over her. He couldn't help himself but want to pick her up and hug her like a teddy bear. But he refrained.

"Oh, yes. I have. I was wondering if Alicia was available. Could you tell her that Wolf O'Donnell is looking for her? And please let her know that I'd like to ask about possible job openings." the lupine said.

He had been hoping to return here someday. And now that he had nothing left to fight against, he could aspire to a more relaxed lifestyle. It didn't take him long to decide to come here. After all, he could think of no better place to retire from bounty hunting.