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Return To Outpost Unicorn - an Erotic Starfox AU Tale

Written by StogieGoat

Cig agreed to meet up with a friend and contact over at the pub on Outpost Unicorn this evening. This time, the blue-furred goat had brought a date with him, the silver-haired wolf he'd been so fond of. She wore a long black dress with a slit up the side and a low plunging neckline. Her high heels clicked on the floor plates as she strode together with him, arm in arm. Cig was wearing black dress pants, a white button-up shirt, and a sleeveless vest. Around his neck was a black tie, and on his hooves, he had fine leather shoes that shined as if they were just polished. Draped over his shoulders was a long trench coat that matched his pants. From his mouth protruded a Maduro-wrapped cigar that was gifted to him by one of his friends. It was not Lit as he respected the smoking rules here, and he knew walking around the halls with a lit stick in his mouth was a big no-no. The Cigar had a custom gold stamped label indicating this cigar was cultivated from a little family-owned tobacco farm on Sauria where some of the finest tobacco leaves grew. To guarantee freshness, the cigars were also all rolled on Sauria by very well-paid and humanely treated workers. Cig would not deal with anyone who didn't cultivate and roll tobacco unless it was a fair-trade company. Everyone down the line must be treated humanely and get paid a living wage or better. Cig was not about rub elbows with anyone who would oppress their workers and people, he would not stand for that.

The predator and prey couple, continuing on their journey from hanger to pub, knew the walk by foot paw, and hoof would simply just take forever, so they decided to hop a small transport monorail. The mini transport system would get them to the atrium area of the mega outpost far faster than had they tried to walk the entire length. The train was big enough to fit about a dozen or so people into a single car at a time. There were multiple cars linked together, similar to a full-sized train you would see in many cities. However, this was a much more compact electric monorail system, so only a few tracks could fit into each floor of the mega outpost. In addition to this, the Outpost also contained multiple lifts throughout, for use by employees, guards, and visitors alike. To not have these things would be considerably inconvenient for anyone visiting this location.

There were digital screen maps for convenience all about the corridors of the Outpost to aid in figuring out the monorail system, but Cig need not stop to read them. As you see the metal alloy corridors and monorail paths of this hulking space outpost were not new to him. He'd worked here as a security officer in his younger years, helping keep the peace between the mercenaries and vendors that would fuel and re-arm their battle class ships here. The goat, as he had said previously was no "badass" pilot, but that didn't mean he was without training. He knew enough to survive but he never considered himself to be anything special. He preferred to be a Cigar vendor and follow a much more peaceful path in life, and that seemed to suit him just fine.

Cig still retained much of what he knew about this facility from his security days. The octagonal-shaped mega outpost sported dozens of exterior defense cannons, all capable of taking out smaller combat fighters as well as taking down any Dreadnaught class cruisers that might try the patients of the defense forces that reside in this mega outpost. On all eight sides of this behemoth of an outpost was the symbol of a unicorn skull and under each symbol was a mantra. "Judge none, live free." The exterior consisted of dense plasma-resistant plates that were modular and could be replaced relatively easily if damaged, or at least as easy as possible, considering the considerable bulk of said plates. Special equipment was required, but this outpost was well equipped with enough maintenance staff that this could be taken care of in a pinch. In addition to the foot patrol security officers on hand at this outpost, there were several skilled pilots under the employ of the management here. Furthermore, they were fully capable of scrambling a team of agile fighters with haste if need be. Woe is to anyone who dares attempt to take this Outpost by force. Even if Cornaria or Andross's forces came knocking, Outpost Unicorn would not go down without a fight. But it never came to that, fortunately.

After a few minutes, she-wolf and goat companions would reach their stop at the atrium section of the outpost. Much like the rest of the massive facility, the area was octagonal-shaped in nature. Here there was a food court area where runners and guns for hire alike could fill their bellies with delicious offerings while their fuel stores and cargos were also being filled. Everything from soup to sushi was on display amongst the various vendors, all finely curated by skilled chefs. And all were indicated by bright RGB halo-light signs that doubled as an advertisement for each vendor. The chefs in question had been required to wear clean uniforms and chef hats to prevent fur or feathers, for that matter, from contaminating the variety of food being offered at each establishment. As odd as it was the management team at Outpost

Unicorn demanded the highest standard of cleanliness in the food vending area, not to mention surpassing any health code standards in the system. Considering the grey market operations that took place here, the very last thing they needed was an outbreak of dysentery to give the Cornarian government an excuse to raid the Outpost, as that would not be good for anyone involved.

Adjacent to the food eatery section was a row of stores that would offer some essentials to the wanderers and mercenary crews that would frequent this outpost. There was a small arms dealer and repair shop for all of the patrons' personal defense needs. In addition, there were clothing and footwear vendors available in this space as well as an emergency laundromat, because you never know when that sort of thing might be required. Being this far out in the system, in what would be considered "the sticks", and having your clothes be in disrepair or soiled in some manner would be an absolute horror show. So, it was a major attraction to have something so essential be located here. Aside from all of that, there were some entertainment and book shops available, for gift and time-killing purposes. And of course, there was Cigs cigar shop here or at least one of his shops. He also had a shop on Cornaria, and both sold entirely legal hand-rolled tobacco leaf cigars, and accessories such as lighters and cigar cutters and humidors. Cig poked his head in briefly to see how things were going.

Cigs store had a glass counter display that showed off all the accessories and lighters you could purchase. At the back of the store was a large walk-in humidor with a large glass pane window so you could see directly into it, that housed shelves and shelves of cigar boxes, that lined the walls.

"Hey Terri, how's business going today?", Cig smiled.

Terri, an amphibian, standing about five foot two, was working the counter at this location. They were wearing loose-fitting printed t-shirts and wore a short pink dress, striped leggings, and calf-high leather boots with thick treads. They had a long reptilian tail, much like all salamanders, and the markings to match, although covered up mostly by their clothes.

Surprised, they immediately perked up, "Oh, Mr. Capra! T-things are going okay. Kinda slow tonight."

"Ah no worries, I just didn't wanna walk by my very own store and not say 'hello'. I'll let you work in peace. Keep up the great work and have a good night." Cig said and waved as he walked away. Terri waved goodbye in return before the couple disappeared past the front of the store.

Finally, Cig and his companion arrived at Soaring Pegasus. Above this pub was an old-fashioned wooden sight with the pub logo on it. The front had wooden lacquered double doors with long brass handles that can be pulled on to gain entry. Cig not wanting to appear rude, held the door open for Bayley and he jokingly bowed with his other hand gesturing into the pub like he was the doorman at a hotel. "Mmmmadame," he exclaimed intentionally elongating the "M".

"Tsk, Oh please stop," Bayley balked.

"Ah okay, if you insist. Cig said, quickly toning things down a bit.

The interior had finely carpeted floors and the walls had an exposed brick surface. There were fine oak tables and booths with plush burgundy leather padded seats all about the place. The bar itself was made of lacquered oak and had a brass foot railing. Some patrons were inhabiting the booths currently enjoying some drinks and the sound of clinking glasses and chatter could be heard. Music would normally be playing over the loudspeakers, but tonight was "fight night" so they had a large picture display streaming the current live-running intergalactic boxing event. Some of the patrons could be heard "Oooo-ing", and "Aaaaw-ing" as the two skillful combatants pummeled each other in a brutal display of pugilism.

A broad-shouldered but familiar-looking Ram was tending bar tonight, he was currently using a fresh cloth to shine up a pint glass, only pausing to inspect the pristine class, making sure it was spot free. Loyde, who was very familiar with Cig noticed him right away. "Ah, hey there Cig, what can I get for you tonight? The usual perhaps?" he asked, cheerfully.

"Nah, I'm gonna stay away from the bourbon, I'd just like a draft beer if you'd be so kind." He asked with the same level of familiarity and friendliness.

Turning his attention to the she-wolf, "And for the Lady?" he asked.

"I'll have a rum and coke, please." She grinned toothily.

"Coming right up!", the large brown and cream-furred barkeep chimed, then gleefully began to pour the ordered drinks. Tonight, Loyde was wearing the normal classy bartender outfit, but this time he was clad in navy blue and pinstripes.

At the other end of the bar was another ram of similar size and stature, His wool was cream colored and charcoal grey. They were handing a tray of poured drinks to a particularly bubbly she-skunk waitress who was tending the aforementioned booths and tables. "Thank ya' Sam!", she said with a cheerful demeanor. Then with a wink, she said, "I'm also gonna need two more pints for table four when ya can, okay sugar?"

"You got it, Cari, I'll have those up for you in just a minute or two," Sam replied while reaching under the bar for a few more glasses.

Sam was Loyd's younger brother, they had both been tending bar here for at least three years. Loyd finished pouring a drink for Cig and his long-time girlfriend. He placed the drinks down onto two napkins he placed onto the finely polished bar. Cig dropped a tip on the bar for Lloyd, "I like ya, Loyd. I always liked ya. You are the best of them. The best goddamn bartender, from Sauria to Cornaria ... or Cornaria City for that matter!" Cig said with a smile, raising his beer.

"Pfft, please stop!" Loyde chuckled.

"Such a cornball, goat." Bayley joked while giving him a little smack on the shoulder in a playful manner.

Soon a large figure of a man walked into the bar. He was tall, and an imposing figure, he wore a tan suit with a tie and fedora. This suit was a custom make because his frame was so large due to his Saurian physique. The floor protested and creaked with every step. His scale was greenish-yellow and behind his trailed a thick tail that ended in a club-like shape. His tribe the Backsmashers were all ankylosaurs like in nature, and he was no different. He bore many scars from his time on the Dinosaur Planet.

"Cig." This dino-man's deep voice bellowed.

"Ah, Keys! You finally made it! " Cig said, greeting this mountain of a man. Ke'rok Backsmasher was Cigs liaison between his budding Cigar distribution business and the farmers on Sauria. Cig had mentioned his "side hustle" to a certain long-eared fox a few months previously.

Keys, reached out to shake Cig's hand, and the goat's little hand was dwarfed by the Ankylosaurus's enormous slappers. Keys placed his fedora on the bar. "Beer please?" he asked with his deep but charismatic voice.

"On me... and entire pitcher please, would you Loyd?" Cig interjected.

The other bar patrons groaned loudly in unison as they witnessed one of the pugilists take a vicious unprotected shot to the chin.

"So keys... what the good news?" Cig inquired.

The large Saurian cracked a smile. "The government contract... is a done deal!"

Cig leaned back after hearing this. "Heck yeah, whooo!", he hooted, gleefully. "When does this go into effect?" He asked.

"Keys. Cornairan officials should be sending the paperwork to you digitally in the morning. Just need both of our signatures on it. I'm sure that's going to be good news for our farmers back home."

"This is great news, man. This takes a lot off my mind." Cig said

"I bet.", Keys replied taking the pitcher of beer from the bar in one enormous hand and chugging just about half of it back in just a few gulps."

"Guess this means, your people can get paid an even better wage for their work now. This will be good for them, I think. The Cornarian government can tax the product, and that's good for them as well. Most of all, people who need it for medical treatment can get it. All official now too." Cig grinned.

"Indeed, my friend, indeed." The Large Sauran man replied."

"Strange journey we've had these last few years, right?" Cig said.

"Yep, you were just a small Cigar peddler first we met goat. Now, look at you." Keys chortled.

"I'm extremely relieved that we... well... YOU and your associated farmers got cleared for a medical growers' license for the saurian hemp. I mean... you know, my intent was never to move any form of contraband around the system, Keys." Cig said.

"Well, me neither, I didn't want to be labeled a drug dealer." Keys replied.

"Oh, of course. I mean... when you first approached me back then, this was only ever supposed to be about cultivating and selling saurian tobacco leaves for hand... or claw-rolled cigars. And That's all I really want to be involved in. Once the paperwork goes through, the rest of that side of the business... is completely out of my hands and all of that is between you and the Cornarian drug and food division." Cig said.

"You're still welcome to partner with me on that Cig," Keys, suggested.

Cig would adamantly refuse, saying, "No, no... that wouldn't be right Ke'rok. All of that profit belongs to your people. All of that belongs to the indigenous people of your planet. I won't line my pockets with revenue that should only go to you and your family, and the other farmers."

"Are you sure about this Cig?" Keys would ask one last time.

Cig's expression changed from jubilant to a more solemn one. "You know... my mom... she's the only reason I was ever involved. I don't know if I can repay you for what you, the Backsmashers tribe, and their farmers have done for me... and my mom... who was suffering... in so much pain."

Bayley, seeing Cig was now almost on the verge of tears, rubbed her goat companion's shoulder in a consoling manner. "It's alright babe, it's all right" She whispered to him."

Cig regained his composure again. "I'm good, I'm good", he assured she-wolf. "I get a little choked up when I think of my mom," Cig said, sucking up his emotions. "Y'know keys, when mom got diagnosed with glaucoma I was already upset. But then...the body wracking chronic pain and seizures started, and then... I was devastated. And all those meds they gave her just weren't cutting it and would do just about anything to help her. I was just so lost as to what to do. And when you suggested I go see your village shaman one day when I was checking out the rolling facility down on Sauria, I figured what could it hurt?" Cig explained.

"Yeah... yeah, I remember that time. I could see how upset you were when you came for the tour of the tobacco farm. I could tell you were not in good shape, and you looked like you hadn't slept in forever." Keys recalled.

"That's fairly accurate, all I could do was lay awake at night fretting and worrying about my mother. I just about cried myself to sleep on most nights, and that's when I would get any rest at all. But then, your village shaman gave me some of your Saurian buds. I'm not a dummy, I knew what this plant was, and I was skeptical, and I personally, was never really into that sort of thing myself, but... like, I said, I didn't know what else to do.

"Well, I suppose desperate times call for desperate measures," Keys acknowledged.

I knew my mom would never smoke the stuff, so I had figured out a way to make it into gummy treats, and she would eat those. And in just a few weeks, the seizures stopped... her pain was all but gone. That's when I knew, we needed to make this thing available for all the afflicted people we could. There are others with mothers, brothers, sisters, fathers...who don't need to suffer... we could help so many. And that... That is all I really care about." Cig confessed wholeheartedly.

"That's why I work with you Cig. Your intentions are in the right place." Keys replied.

"So, I guess what I'm saying is... I owe YOU a debt Keys. You honor me by letting me sell your tobacco products and... I don't ask for anything else." Cig explained.

He placed a large hand on the goat's shoulder and spoke. "No, Cig... there's no debt owed. We're friends. and friends, help each other because we want to."

"Sorry to unload all of that on you all of a sudden I just... y'know, wanted to let you know I appreciate you and all you've done. That's all. But hey... we're all legal now, so I guess we don't need to have to worry about getting put in the Cornarian pokey anymore, so that's a win, too I suppose?" Cig said now returning to his cheerier self.

Just as Cig was conversing with the large dino he felt someone sort of nudging him from behind. He turned around and saw not just one but two beautiful vixens smiling back at him. "Hey stranger, long time no see!" said, a very familiar-looking Fennec fox.

"Oh my gosh, Fara!" Cig bleated. Fara was wearing less military-themed attire this time around. She seemed to be dressed for a night out as well as her companion who stood near her. Cig noticed a ring on her finger, then his eyes darted over to see the hand of the azure-furred vixen she was with and sure enough, she had a matching platinum band ring. "Wait, is that-?" the goat stammered.

"Cig, who's your friends?" The she-wolf asked, seeming puzzled.

"Oh, yeah sorry. Fara, this is Bayley. Bayley this is- "

"Fara Pheonix?" Bayley blurted before Cig could finish.

Then she saw the Cerinian vixen. And that has to mean you're Krystal?" She said excitedly.

"The one and only," Fara replied. "Pleased to meet your acquaintance," Cig told me about you. You're even prettier than he described", Fara said charmingly.

"Should I let you guys talk?" Keys asked, not wanting to butt in.

"Ah, it's all good," Cig replied. "Just hang loose for a few."

"Actually..." Keys said, pausing for a moment to finish his beer. "Think I am gonna go, it's been an exciting enough day as it is. Thanks for the beer goat," he said, then dropped a tip onto the bar for Loyde. He picked up his hat and placed it back on his large head, then nodded "Laddies, ..Gentlemen." Then he slowly made his way to the exit, the floor creaking under his heft the entire way.

"Um, So what brings you here tonight... I mean this is a bit of travel" Cig stammered.

"Oh well, we're just here to blow off a little steam tonight. The team needs a little downtime occasionally, and tonight is just one of those nights in particular." Fara explained.

"Team?" Bayley asked.

"Yep, they're here, just having some drinks and watching the fight," Krystal interjected.

Cig panned his vision across to the tables and booths, and sure enough, in the middle of this busy pub was indeed a fox with a trademark tuft of light hair on his head. It was unmistakably the man himself, the one and only, the genuine article, Fox McCloud. There he sat, with a mixed drink in hand, with several of his teammates. There was a blue feathered avian, a green and yellowish frog, a white-furred canine, an orange and black striped feline, and a brown-furred rabbit. "Holy shit, how did I miss spotting them when I walked in?" Cig thought.

"So they are," Cig muttered, taken back by their presence. "Can I buy you all a round of drinks?" Cig asked, wanting to be polite.

"No need the owner already waved our tab for the night." Fara smiled.

"Oh, so you've met the owner?" Cig asked

"Oh yes, the blue-haired Unicorn! He was a delight to chat with. He told us our money is no good here and the drinks are always on the house!" Krystal replied.

"Well, you guys deserve it, you're the heroes of Lylat, after all." Cig smiled. He sipped his beer and then asked, "So, I guess things went okay after our last encounter?"

Fara replied in a coy tone, "I think you could say that." She said this as she wiggled her wedding band around in front of him. "So, what about you goat? Keeping your nose clean?" She pried.

"I am now... I um...I'm officially back to being just a cigar store owner." he said nervously.

"Yeah, about that, I maaay have taken something of yours last time we met," Fara admitted.

Cig waved his hand as if to gesture this was not an issue. "Think nothing of it. That was honestly just for medicinal purposes. Er.. that was part of my mom's glaucoma medication." Cig admitted.

Fara put a paw over her muzzle. "Oooh shit, I didn't know."

"No, no... don't worry I had enough for mom, she can't stand smoking it anyways...As I said, as of today, I will no longer be involved in any of that stuff. I've handed everything over to the tribes that farm the stuff on Sauria and the Cornarian Food and Drug Admin so they can distribute Saurian cannabis for legal and medicinal purposes." Cig said, assuring the pointy-eared vixen.

"Well... that's good to hear then. Probably all for the best." Fara nodded.

"Um, so you said you all came to chill out here tonight, I guess you had a particularly rough run-in with some surly characters?" Cig inquired.

"Uuugh, yeah... well... sort of," Fara replied, seeming bothered by the answer swirling in her head.

"Oh, that bad? Sorry to pry... I won't be nosey." Cig said.

Bayley slapped Cig on the shoulder again, and said," Don't put her on the spot like that. Just tell him it's none of his beeswax honey."

"Eeh, heh-heh." Cig titered, then said, "I guess I should shut up... you probably want to have a nice evening with the crew, and I - I talk too much." The blue-furred goat stammered.

Krystal with a friendly and sweet demeanor said. "Oh, it's all right, Krystal, it was a nice meeting your acquaintance, Mr-"

"Capra." The goat replied.

"Another new friend, Krystal?", a masculine and lively voice chimed in.

Cig turned his attention to see he was now standing near one Fox McCloud, who currently had both hands on the bar, and was trying to get one of the bar tenders' attention. Fox as well as the rest of the crew appeared to be dressed in their civvies and not in their standard Starfox team gear, as should be expected since they were here for a little downtime and not a fight. Stranger things had happened before, however, tonight was not one of those nights.

"Just having a chat with an old friend Fox. We'll be back with you in a minute.", Fara replied, chipperly.

"Ah, okay well, I'm gonna get another round, you ladies want anything? What about your friend?" Fox asked generously.

"It's all good Fox, we're still working on our drinks right now," Krystal replied while sipping on a fruity orange-colored mixed drink.

Cig still had most of his beer but he raised his pint glass, and said, "Ah, I'm good, but thank you kindly, good sir!" Cig thought "Didn't they have some waiters taking orders tonight?"

Lloyds brother Sam finished pouring some drinks and then turned his attention to Fox. Smiling, "What can I get for you, sir? he asked. "Hmm, well another round of drinks for my team over at table six if you would." He gestured back to the table.

Falco cupped a feathered hand to the side of his beak and shouted "ASK HIM!" just loud enough to be heard over the noisy pub sounds.

Fox gestured back at Falco with his hand under his chin as if to indicate he wanted him to "cut it out." But fox being ever suave would just chuckle, brushing that whole exchange off while turning back to the cream and black wooled barkeep. "Oh, that bird, I'll tell you..." Fox said.

Fox leaned in closer to Sam and said, "So, I um... noticed you staring at me and Falco over there all night. Just wondering if maybe you'd be interested in joining us for a little private party after your shift? Y'know just the three of us?"

Sam looked a little taken back, but not for lack of interest in the offer. He nervously adjusted his collar, "Um..m-me... and you... a-and him?" That sounds pretty great actually," the anxious sheep replied.

When do you get off of work?" Fox asked smoothly."

Sam trying to keep his cool hiding his inner excitement, replied "Uh, um, ten. I should be getting off at ten."

Fox smiled and under his breath said. "I'm sure you will.", predict how the rest of the night was going to go. He snatched a cocktail napkin off the bar and produced a pen from his pocket which he used to write down his digits, then slid it back over to the handsome broad-shouldered ram Who seemed quite accepting of Fox's not-so-subtle advances. Lastly, Fox added, "Text me when you're done here, and we'll meet up for a private tour of the Great Fox. Trust me, it'll be fun." Fox smiled, charismatically.

"Ooooh... that explains that." Cig thought after witnessing what just happened.

Fox, winked at the smiling blush-faced ram and turned to strut back to the table, where he and Falco, would be looking for a possible hook-up with the very attractive ram later. Sam just stood there for a second holding the cocktail napkin in disbelief he just got asked out by the Fox McCloud. He cleared his throat and carefully slid it into his vest pocket and gave it a little pat, holding his hooved-fingered hand as if to cherish it.

Cig turned his attention back to Fara and Krystal. "Well, I guess he got over you two and that whole thing then huh?", Cig chuckled.

"Oh yeah, he's enjoying being a free agent right now," Krystal replied.

"Totally," Fara interjected, and they all had a good chuckle while sipping their drinks.

"Oh, and I noticed the wedding bands, wanted to say congratulations, ladies!" Cig said, raising his drink to them.

"I'll drink to that!" The white-furred wolf-witch interjected, then they clinked their glasses together in a celebratory manner.

"Hey, was just thinking, you two seem like a fun couple, would you guys like to join us over at the table? Sure, we can make room?", Krystal asked as she swirled a finger around the rim of her drink.

"Ah, sounds like a good idea, goat, You and your pretty wolf friend want to come to sit with us for the rest of the night?" Fara added.

"I um... well, Thanks but - " Cig was going to nervously decline, but he felt his she-wolf partner gently kick him in the calf. "Um sure, sounds great!" Cig suddenly changed his tune. He knew not to say no to a she-wolf with magic powers.

Cig and Bayley, had their drinks topped off at the bar before following legally bonded vixens back to the tables, that the core Starfox team happened to be inhabiting at the moment.

"Hope you guys don't mind, but we invited our new friends over here to join us, and have a drink and a chat." Fara, said as Krystal pulled out a chair for the brownish orange fennec.

"Oh, pleased to meet you all, I've heard so many things about all of you!", the white wolf smiled and greeted the very real, genuine, well-known heroes of the Lylat system.

Cig smiled nervously and pulled out a chair for his companion. "H-hello... Wow, I can't believe I am getting to meet the rest of you." Cig stammered a little in awe.

"Ah don't be so nervous, we don't bite." Peppy said, "Well... maybe Fay," the middle-aged rabbit said jokingly, to help break the ice.

The white-furred canine with a large red bow sitting on her head playfully patted Peppy on the shoulder, "Oh, stop you."

That did help ease the tension a bit, and Cig chuckled a bit. After that, they all seemed to hit things off fairly well. Cig told them a little about himself, and what he did for a living. Peppy in particular perked up, showing interest in Cig's cigar dealing. Cig in turn pulled a couple of aged saurian tobacco cigars from his pocket, gifting them to the experienced pilot.

"And, if you like those, please let me know and I'll ship you a couple of boxes, on me. It's the least I can do." Cig offered.

"Mighty kind of you, goat." The brown and tan hare replied.

Just then, the sporting event being shown on the halo-screen tv in the pub cut to a commercial break. Cig looked over briefly taking another gulp of his lager. An avian-looking news reporter in a suit jacket and neatly preened hair feathers appeared on the screen after a brief music stinger, and he announced. "Tonight on the Lylat evening news, Team Starfox foils a terrorist plot to commit mass murder on Sauria. More... at Eleven! Now, back to our Interstellar Championship Boxing broadcast."

Cig's eyes went wide with shock, after catching what was being said on the television "Holy shit, is... is that what happened?" He asked looking around the table with genuine concern.

Slippy placed his drink down, "Oh, yeah. They were... pretty nasty." he retorted.

"Well, I think another thank you is in order then. I mean... I've got friends on Sauria. Generally, they're very peaceful folks. I would be devastated if they came to harm, and I can't imagine who would want to hurt any of them." Cig said, raising his glass in a toast to the heroes before him.

Fara took in a deep breath as if to center herself. " Hey guys, you know what? How about we just not harp on negativity any further? We prevented a devastating tragedy today. I think that's what is most important. And now... I just want to spend time with friends and loved ones. "

"I raise a toast to that!" Cig said, trying to interject some cheer back into the conversation.

The group of teammates and new friends changed the subject matter, chatting about cheerier subjects, and future hopes and dreams. Time flew and before they knew it it was indeed almost ten o'clock.

"Ah, it's almost about that time," Fox said, winking at Falco. Falco nodded back in reply.

"Say, Cig, Bayley... You know we were going to head back to the GreatFox ... but the party doesn't need to stop here. I was thinking if Peppy and Fox were cool with it... how would you guys like to see the GreatFox up close?", Fara asked.

"Cig, you better say yes, I swear by the goddess..." The wolf-witch replied before Cig could answer.

"Well, you heard the lady." Cig answered.

"Ah sure, let me call Rob, he's the designated pilot for occasions like these. We are, if nothing else, a responsible bunch," Peppy assured the group.

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One transport ship ride later, Cig Found himself walking the pristine, well-kept corridors of the great fox. The walls were lined with protective plating that much resembled the exterior in color, just less carbon scored. Most of the color scheme was off-white and gunmetal, with some gray-blue, and red highlights in some areas. They kept to their promise and gave the couple a tour of the entire dreadnaught class vessel. They even let Cig sit in the captain's chair for a quick picture with the team. Cig was nervously smiling and gesturing with both thumbs up. Bayly couldn't help but use her fingers to form little "rabbit ears" behind Cig's head as Rob snapped a quick digital picture so they might save this rare memory for years to come.

"We got one last stop before we end this little tour," Krystal said in a coy tone.

"Oh?" Cig replied, not aware of the intent.

Fox and Falco had been walking with the third guest during the brief tour, and that would be one cream and charcoal grey ram named Sam. He was a bit awestruck, and he didn't say much, but he seemed happy to be here.

"Hey guys, we're gonna skip the rest of the tour,ain't that right, Sam?" Fox said, in an effort to politely excuse themselves to more private quarters.

"Um, yeah sure." He said sheepishly.

"Heh, let's check out the hot tub. It's... really something." Falco hinted.

Oh well, have fun than guys", Slippy said, waving cheerfully.

"Oh boy, I think, Loyd's brother is about to get lucky," Bayley whispered into Cig's ear.

"Ah, don't you go trying to pry the details out of him later, just a courtesy to never ask a person, to kiss and tell, after all," Cig replied.

"What me... never," Bayley said coyly.

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Five minutes later, the rest of the tour group, was standing in a plushily furnished room. The floor was covered in a plush light grey carpet, and there was a lounger pit in the middle of the room with plush cream and tan colored couches that looked very comfy. There was a light wood-grained table in the middle of the pit for resting drinks on. A grey stone fireplace was located at the back of the room, and this was a sizable hearth as well, more than capable of keeping this room toasty if need be. It was currently not lit. In addition to this, there was some nice light faux wood framing in the corners of the room, and its added a classy touch. The Lighting was all embedded track lighting in the ceiling and could be adjusted by wall panel or by ai activated voice commands.

"And welcome to our private lounge!" Peppy said and gestured, to the interior of the room in a welcoming manner.

Cig whistled out loud impressed, "My gosh this is a comfy-looking room." he said looking around.

"Come sit down and take a load off for a bit," Peppy said, with his slightly gruff and very experienced voice. The group soon settled in on the couches that were set on three sides of the lounger pit in a "u" formation. This left one side, as a wide, however shallow set of steps, so that one could easily step down into the lounge area. The couches were indeed as comfy as they looked, if not more.

"Well... What if we all got a bit more comfortable?" Fara dropped a not-so-subtle hint.

Finally, a light bulb flickered on in Cig's oblivious head. "More comfortable you say?" Stammered nervously.

"Well, we didn't invite you both here for just a tour," Miyu said winking,

"Yeah, when we said we needed to blow off a little stream, we meant that. And you seemed like you two would be down to party a bit if you catch my meaning?" Slippy said, lounging back like the absolute sex god he is.

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In the meantime, over in the pool area, Fox, Falco, and Sam were busy with a little party of their very own. The three of them were sitting around one of the poolside tables located right next to the hot tub. "Hah Go Fish!" barked Fox, as the trio had been playing a particularly rousing game of cards. "Aaah, I think you cheat Fox!" Falco protested loudly. "Hey, the sheep won like two fuckin' rounds in a row, I don't see you bitching at him? Sam only smirked and quietly shook his head in reply.

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Fay was down on her knees between the brown and tan furred hare's legs. Her tongue swirled around the head of Peppys stiff experienced cock. Soon she would take all of his robust throbbing meat into her muzzle, and start to bob her head up and down onto his turgid meat. The red ribbon on her head moved in time with the bob of her head, the canine's ears gently flopping with the movement. Peppy's moaned and bayed in pleasure throwing his head back.

Slippy was already pounding Miyus loins with his rigid frog cock. his tongue was lolling out of his mouth as he jackhammered the orange a black striped feline from behind. "Oh, oh shit... Slip... Slippy slow down I think I gonna cum already!" She moaned and panted as Slippy unmercifully plowed into her with non-stop rapid-fire thrusts.

Bayley could hear the loud moans from just across the other side of the lounger pit, from where she was now situated. The she-wolf was currently laying on her side, just waiting patiently to be taken. The Blue vixen was now wearing a strap-on and prepping it with clear lubricant.

"So, Cig says you dreamed of something like this for a while?" Krystal said in a breathy seductive tone.

"I never thought in a million years I'd get the opportunity, though, I gotta be honest." She said blushing with anticipation.

"Well, I'm glad I can make your dream come true, gorgeous," Krystal said flashing a seductive smile.

"Ready for it, sexy?" She asked.

"I'm all yours, babe." The eager wolf-witch replied.

"So be it," Krystal said, smiling devilishly. After that exchange, Krystal got into a spooning position with the eager she-wolf. The blue space vixen used her paw to guide the faux saurian-shaped dong toward Bayley's puckering starfish. "Here it comes." She whispered into Bayley's ear. Soon after, Bayley could feel the fat head of the sex toy pushing up against her purple fleshy back door. Soon she felt the pressure of the faux lavender dong stretching her back door open as Krystal slowly pushed it into her inch by inch. Bayley howled in pleasure, loving every second of it.

Cig was down on the floor with Fara. She was lying naked on her back under him, staring up into his hazel-colored eyes. "Are you sure, you want this?" he asked the gorgeous fennec fox.

"I do, and just remember, what you promised... no pulling out", she said, then playfully 'bopped' him on the nose with a single finger.

Just before this orgy had gotten underway, Fara and Krystal had made a proposition to the goat and wolf couple. They knew that Bayley, due to medical complications, could never carry a child, and obviously, Fara and Krystal could not produce a child on their own. The only other option was adoption; however, they had preferred a willing donor or sire. One that would be able not only to be the sire of their child but would agree to make themselves part of that child's life. Bayley couldn't give Cig the joy of bringing a new life into the world, so with that in mind, she agreed to this pact. This would be her opportunity to allow her beloved goat to have the one thing that she simply couldn't give him. She too would be a part of this child's life and with that, she could not refuse this chance. Plus... she wasn't going to refuse a one-time opportunity to "power bottom" for the absolutely gorgeous Cerinian vixen.

"Holy shit... I can't believe I'm about to do it, with THE REAL Fara Pheonix. When we met in that pub months ago... I never dreamed this would happen... but here we are." Cig thought. The goat's green-hued member was rock hard at just the thought of entering her. "Okay then cutie, here it comes," The blue-furred goat, said enthusiastically. Cigs fat cock head pressed up against the vixen's eager pink outer lips, and after pushing a little more, his stiff pulsing rod was now halfway into Faras tight moistened love tunnel. Fara moaned softly, as Cig buried the entire length of his green pulsing rod into the deepest part of the sultry fennec fox.

Cig started slow, once he had penetrated her, he gave her time to get used to his cock being inside her. He didn't buck his hips right away as he was a courteous sex partner so he churned his hips slowly.

Krystal was now vigorously throttling Bayleys stretched-out tail hole. "You like that my little slut wolf?" Krystal said, purposefully taunting the she-wolf as she was lost in pure ecstasy. Krystal had two of her fingers' fish hooking Bayley's wide-open maw as she pummeled her back door with the ridged Saurian-style strap on. However, Bayley did not protest, as this was exactly the treatment she asked for, and Krystal was servicing the she-wolf quite well in that regard.

Cig was now thrusting quicker into Fara's loins, his furry blue goat balls bouncing off her ass with each firm thrust. Cig used a free hand to fondle the soft, pert breast of his vixen sex partner for the night. She moaned ever louder, her eyes at half mast, mouth agape in pleasure.

"Oh, ah - Aaah, Cig... by the creators Ah- I... see what, the wolf-witch sees in you...Ooooh." Farah bayed in pleasure. She reached up and grabbed Cig's shoulders in a claw-like grip because she needed to hold onto something immediately while he pushed his throbbing cock into her loins over and over again. Cig planted his hands back down on the carpet at the side of the vixen under him, so he might brace himself on the rug. Fara's feet rocked back and forth in the air to the rhythm as he continued to churn his hips into her, his fluffy blue tail waggling happily, indicating he was indeed enjoying the experience. The goat had reason to plant his hands on the floor once more, as he would start to throttle the vixen's plump pussy mound with quicker and harder thrusts.

As the goat started his unrelenting flurry of thrusts Fara, bayed in pleasure once more. "Aaah, oooh my gods Cig, d-drain those fat goat balls in me...every drop! K-knock me up you fucking beast!"

The orgy session was now in full swing, loud moans and the sounds of loins mashing permeated the air with sweet music.

"Ffff-fuck, Fara I'm... I'm gonna cuuum!" Cig bleated. Fara clamped her legs around the goat to make sure he could not pull out, just as he had promised her. Thick ropes of cum exploded from the tips of Cigs green cock head. His eyes clenched shut as he pumped shot after shot of his goat seed onto her juice-slicked love tunnel. Eventually, the goat's cock stopped spasming as his orgasm drew to a close. Cig was still breathing hard and he looked back onto Fara's green eyes, and asked, "T-think that's enough?" he asked trying to catch his breath.

Fara smiled up at him "Hmmm... Maybe one more time, just to make sure. But I want to be on top this time!" She demanded.

"Oh boy guessing I'm in for a longer night than I thought". Cig said, half joking.

Cig, looked over to check up on his she-wolf companion and Fara's blue vixen wife. "Hey, Sweetie, Fara wants to go one more round with me, you cool with that?"

Bayley was still busy getting her tail hole ravaged by Krystal, who was topping the silver-haired she-wolf, per her request. Krystal had her face down and ass up thrusting into her from behind like no one's business. Bayley was just about to achieve her third orgasm from anal penetration and was unable to form the proper words. She could only moan with pleasure as she was consumed by pure ecstasy. "Aaagh, oh- ooooh-hmmm-mmm mmph" She howled.

Krystal turned her attention over to Cig and Fara, while still thrusting into the she-wolf, gestured to them with a thumbs up, and said, "I think she's saying, go for it dearies!" And the lustful, and truly passionate activities would continue long into the early morning hours.

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One month had passed since that night. Cig was having his morning coffee and eggs, along with his she-wolf companion when he heard the chime of an incoming call. The caller ID flashed a picture of Fara and Krystal, and immediately he answered the video call. "What's the good news ladies?" Cig inquired, with anticipation.

Farah held up a pregnancy test so that they might see the result.

"We did it Cig!" Fara beamed with joy.

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Epilogue

Eight months later, Fara gave natural birth to two blue-furred fox/ goat hybrids. They were maternal male and female twins. And They would grow up in a loving two-mother home, with Cig playing the uncle, who always be there for them, as his mother had been for him through all the hard times. And as well as Aunt Bayley who would cherish them and protect them like a mother wolf. She would teach their daughter the dark arts, but only to wield them for good. And Cig's son would take over the family business... they all lived happily ever after. As should be.

The end