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"First Flight"

Freedom's interior hulls were rusty, the stench of old metal and decay had been prominent when the group had arrived three days before; Kyle Rend as captain immediately put the rest of the crew and himself into work to make the ship capable again and it wasn't going too smoothly. After merely a day they were choking a bit on low air quality due to a damaged life support system, collapsed rafters littering the corridors made it difficult to move from one area of the ship to another. Despite this, there was a reasonably clear path from the quarters area to the bridge, after a three deck climb up the service tubes.

"So, what's the prognosis?" Kyle asked as he glanced at Smith, casually flicking his finger along a clear display, reading the notes. "Is she space worthy."

"Barely." Smith sighed. "To put it simply... the Freedom's space worthiness is equivalant to saying that spit is worthy of being called water. In many ways it meets the qualifications, but I wouldn't sit and drink a cup of it."

"That is the most disgusting analogy I've ever heard." Kyle pointed at the brutish second officer. "I'm going to have to use that."

"Rend..." Smith said, putting his hand on Kyle's shoulder. "About this situation... are you sure we can trust the rest of these guys? They're criminals."

"They're outcasts." Kyle said. "I don't care what's happened in their past, we've got a mutual enemy and a mutual goal."

Smith's curmudgeonly expression turned into a smirk. "You just like having a crew of willing fuck targets." He observed.

Kyle chuckled and handled the mass in Smith's trousers with a firm grab. "You bet." He said with a grin as he continued down the corridor.

*CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!* "Raxafa gradux maff!" A roaring noise came from one of the tunnels lining the hall. Kyle's eyes widened as he and Smith turned to the maintenance hatch they were passing.

"What did he say?" Smith asked.

"Don't ask." Kyle said. "I'd feel like breaking some commandment if I repeated it."

Kyle turned the handle on the hatch and it separated to reveal the massive ape-like alien behind the door. Compressed like a sardine in a can he grunted and contorted among the wall panels inside. His face and hands were covered in a greasy substance, a pair of long goggles fitted over his eyes. "Nax!" Kyle said suddenly, making the Quatrin grunt and strike his head suddenly.

"Awww exap praba muta! Fucking damn old rust bucket!!"

"Is there a problem here, Mr. Nax?" Smith asked, looking around the compartment.

"Oh, no." The beast answered. "Me and the old girl are just getting along, passing a few flirts." He grinned, running his fingers along the console.

"Would you two like to be alone?" Kyle joked.

"Very funny." Nax said as he began to work with the small wires in the wall again. "She's a sturdy ship, I'll give her that. But I'm not sure what kept it out of the scrap heap. There is rust on every metal surface, the main frame is working at forty percent power, hell the engine is using a Dyranium core, that hasn't been standard in a ship in thirty years!"

"So, are you saying it's not flight worthy?" Smith asked. "I thought you could fix anything."

"Oh, no I'll have her purring like an Earth kitten, it'll just take time... a lot of time."

There was a loud scrawking noise that echoed in the small hatch, making the three of them clap their hands over their ears before the sound of Merrick's voice. "Merrick to Rend."

"That's the communicator signal?" Nax asked, pulling his hands away. "Take it out and shoot it, it sounds awful."

"Like everything else around here." Kyle said. "Go ahead Merrick."

"You were supposed to report to the medical bay for a checkup this morning, and I find myself waiting, which I don't like to do when I don't want to."

"Sorry about that, I was on my way to the bridge. How about we put a raincheque on that?"

"A raincheque?"

"Sorry. It's a human expression for putting it off until another time."

"Absolutely not, I've already had to put up with Rollin's examination and after that exhausting experience I think I am on a roll. Unless you would like me to relieve you of command until it can be performed."

Kyle glared at Smith who shrugged. "He's been studying our text books and protocols."

"Talk about taking his job seriously. Alright, Merrick I'm on my way, sir." He noticed the looks that both Smith and Nax had on him. "What? He follows protocol, I follow protocol. I'll see you on the bridge Smith."

"Sure thing."

The stroll down the corridor was somewhat easy until Kyle reached a block. Opening a panel at the side of the hallway he stepped into the maintenance shaft and crawled several feet, exiting on the other side of the obstruction. He sighed and looked up at a hole in the deck just above him with a rope hanging from it. "There has got to be an easier way to do this." He said as he grabbed it and climbed. Reaching the corridor above he made his way around the trash and piles of debris before finally making his way to the medical bay. He turned the handle and it popped open slightly, the gears sounding week, he pushed against the breach and they finally snapped open.

The bay was dark as Kyle walked in, a good environment for a Delvan to dwell. Only small flickers from the lights over a few of the beds caught his attention. "Merrick? Are you here?"

He was suddenly confronted by a massive dark figure in front of him that shoved him back into the wall. Kyle grunted as he felt the bat-like mouth wrap around his lips in a fuzzy, warm kiss. He felt a pulse of something emit from the bat's mouth, followed by a long dexterous tongue before Merrick released him, still leaving him breathe heavily. "Of course I'm here, where else would the medical officer of a ship be?"

"Oh holy, cats... what was that?"

"It's called a kiss. But of course I'm the one with the medical knowhow here."

"I didn't mean the kiss. I meant the... pulse?"

"Oh, that." Merrick said, placing a pad onto the table as Kyle brought up the lights a bit. "Well, being a bat, I decided to test your body reflexes by letting a little... blip, I think you call it? Down your esophagus. Quite an astounding talent really, it doesn't work on many species though if they have multiple hearts or hollow space. But it works well for humans though."

"So... you used echo location on--" He paused as he noticed Merrick's new coat, a long white coat that fell just to his knees. It was a little tattered and some spots were a little off white, but it was quite a difference, and the fact that he wasn't wearing a stitch under the coat made it all the more interesting. "...my insides?"

"By the way, do you like the coat?" Merrick asked, deceptively coy sounding. He sat up on one of the medical tables and leaned back, a large black member flopped into view, resting along the width of his upper thigh. "I found it in a storage bin, it fits me pretty well."

Kyle approached and cleared his throat. "It... um... you're missing a few crucial pieces to the uniform." He muttered as his hands slid up Merrick's inner thighs. The alien grabbed the human on the back of the head and pulled his face close.

"Think you have what it takes?" He grinned teasingly.

"For a genius, you really spend a lot of time playing around." Kyle said before he was pulled into another, more enthusiastic kiss.

Kyle's feet were standing on the toes, the table was a bit high for him. He saw the lustful glimmer of his golden dragonic eyes reflecting off Merrick's face as he kissed him and he began to gain some level in height. Thinking quickly, Kyle managed to unfasten his belt and drop his pants before his thighs suddenly burst through the fabric, his shirt was another matter though as it split along the back. His claws grew out as his exposed member began to grind needfully between the bat's balls and inner thigh. Pushing his legs apart, Kyle's tongue moved on to Merrick's neck, making him sigh in enjoyment. Slowly crawling down the Delvan's hidden musculature, Kyle briefly ignored the wanting shaft poking at his cheek as he continued down, running his tongue along the ring of flesh between his cheeks. The anatomy of a Delvan's hole was somewhat shocking to anyone who wasn't aware of it, it had muscles to contract and expand when stimulated. Somehow Merrick's talents included the ability to control the muscles, giving the dragon-human's tongue a strange suction sensation. He wrapped his lips boldly around it and then dragged his tongue along the ring, occasionally letting it get pulled in, then pulling it back out with a clever popping noise. "Ahh! Hah..." Merrick groaned and hissed in delight as the dragon raised his legs even higher, letting his tongue slip in deeper and deeper with each passing. Finally, he dragged his tongue back out and ran along the pelt of short hairs to the exposed orbs. His mouth engulfed them both as he then tugged and pulled them away, letting them fall freely back to their original shapes. "Orrrhgh... quit playing around human and do it al-already." He muttered in between his breaths as Kyle slowly dragged his tongue up the shaft.

"I'll do it when I choose." Kyle answered with a grin on his muzzle before slipping it soundly over the warm exposed shaft.

Merrick cried out again, the ridges along his shaft began to vibrate in Kyle's mouth, he hadn't realized exactly how stimulating the Delvan cock was. He enjoyed the sensation and lingered on it, watching the doctor's claws rake and claw at the fabric as the soft touch really worked on his sensitive flesh. Merrick gasped and panted, laying completely flat on the table for the duration. Finally done with his teasing, Kyle stood and pressed his large dragon shaft to the hole, enjoying the suction for a moment before he pressed inward. It was like fucking into a piece of silk with how fluidly the muscles guided him in, Kyle couldn't help but gasp and moan along with Merrick as they became one.

Holding himself in for a moment, Kyle shivered from the sheer mechanics of how Merrick's ass worked. He leaned against the large bat chest and pushed himself in to the hilt in one shot. Both of them cringed and grunted at the feeling of their first loud collision. "FFfff-fuck!" He gasped and thrust in again. The pulls out were quite strange, but not necessarily painful as Kyle grew used to them quickly. His talons squeezed into each of Merrick's thighs which prompted him to lunge forward with each grasp. He watched Merrick's chest rise, his back arch up as he cried out, pressed down against the table firmly. Kyle watched Merrick's expression contort some as his hand wrapped around and made a corkscrew stroke along the length of flesh. He'd never seen a Delvan cum, but he had a feeling he was about to. The twitching, sudden increase in the muscles flexing in Merrick's ass was also sending him screaming toward his climax as well, but he had to hold on just a few moments longer...

"S-S-sstop! I'm going to... going to... GHHH!" He shook rather suddenly and a thick, copious green stream wound its way from the tip of his cock. It was almost a gel like substance that whipped back and forth like writing in the air before falling into a messy pile all across his stomach and chest.

That proved to be enough for Kyle who thrust forward one last time and held himself deep in Merrick's ass. "NNNGH!" He grunted and suddenly came. He let the force of the explosion push his cock out and his seed spurted in several directions before his shaft fell flat on the bat's stomach, covering his face, then strings up along the trail of green towards it. It took several seconds for the dragon to stop shaking and thrusting before his cock fell free and the doctor returned to a more relaxed pose. "Fuuuck, Merrick, that was hot." He panted as his body already began its shift back to normal. "I don't mean to bring the big dragon out, usually happens when I get worked up."

"There... there are no complaints from me on that." Merrick responded breathlessly. "But aren't I the one who is supposed to give the prostate exam?" He smirked.

"Maybe next time then." Kyle said as he pulled his pants back on and examined his shirt. "I'm glad Beacon's good at this sort of thing."

"Ha, yes. Who would have thought that little feline would be a good seamstress? That will really help us on the battlefield."

"He's also logged several hours in the training simulator and he's a better marksman than anyone else on board." Kyle pointed out. "Don't underestimate him. And... for god's sakes, put some pants on, the whole crew will be wanting to do the same thing, and while we'd all enjoy that, we're trying to get into a legitimate business right?"

Merrick smirked. "Yessir." He said as he crossed his arms, a firm twitch from his cock catching the human's eye who chuckled and forced his way through the sick bay door.

Out in the corridor again, Kyle tapped his communicator. "Rend to Beacon, I've got a repair on my uniform I need you to make."

"Sure." The voice screeched back through the small device. "I'm in the docking bay, bring it on by and I'll take a look at it."

From the medical bay, the docking bay wasn't far, and was the second clearest path on the ship. Still having to navigate debris, he made good time in getting to the docking bay. As the door slid open and revealed the large room with their shuttle from the prison sitting in the center of it. Beacon was standing by it, running a small scanner along its hull as the human approached. "So how bad is it?" He asked.

Kyle handed his shirt over to the Fangla who turned it over a few times. "You think you could fix it?"

"I've fixed them before, but seriously, you really need to stop dragoning out, hmm?"

"Yeah I guess that would be a good idea." The human admitted. "Just can't help it when I get excited."

"Speaking of which, I guess you already visited our good doctor?" Beacon asked. "Unless you're in a good mood for some other reason." He teased.

"No, you've pretty much nailed it right on the head." Kyle shrugged. "I just can't keep my hands to myself lately I guess."

"Mm-hmm..." Beacon said, not really believing the problem was with Kyle alone. He grabbed the human firmly by the crotch, feeling it churn to life as he grinned. "Like that old bat needed convincing to mess around with you."

Aggressively, Kyle leaned into the grope, feeling a drool of renewed precum start dripping down the inner lining of his trousers. He was ready to go again, but at least he could control the instinct to become his dragon form. The Fangla was almost on equal footing with him, standing nearly the same height. He growled and leaned his head in, nuzzling and nipping at the tiger alien's neck.

Beacon growled lustily and his other claw raked rather harshly down the man's back, making long line abrasions along the skin. Kyle's hands wrapped around the tight trousers the white tiger wore and he grabbed the fleshy rump before kissing him. The tiger's rear pulled back some into the grab as his hands worked out the opening in the man's trousers, releasing the cock once again. Kyle knew what he wanted, he knew that Beacon wanted it too. Glancing around he pressed a hand down on Beacon's shoulders. The tiger immediately crouched and touched his nose to the erection. Running his rough tongue along the underside he rather enjoyed making the human hiss in excitement before closing his mouth around it. In this form, Kyle was a bit above average, but not as massive as his dragon cock was. This allowed the tiger's entire muzzle to suck the cock in and sloppily play with it deep in his maw. Beacon and Kyle had played this game before, easily enough, Beacon swallowed the shaft and allowed the human to thrust into the tightened throat at the back of his neck.

"Oh, yes..." Kyle hissed softly, bucking inward and letting his balls slap on Beacon's chin. Beacon opened his mouth again and tugged the orbs in, letting them fall loose and swing with each pull back the human did. The slopping, squishing sounds that came from Beacon's mouth only intensified as he moved his hands to unfasten his own strained pants, letting the pent up cock bounce into view. He returned one hand to grasping the base of Kyle's cock as he began to stroke himself slowly, growling as he did so.

This went on for some time, Kyle leaning forcibly into Beacon's mouth, resisting the urge to cum so quickly, while the purring feline stroked himself, feeling the continual stream of cum trickling down his hand, then across his forearm down to his elbow. He inhaled sharply and almost choked on the cock as it splashed precum deep into his throat.

"MMPH!" Beacon growled and resisted biting down on the hunk of flesh between his teeth as he shot a hard fountain of cum that splashed against the underside of the human's cock and a few strafing shots along his thighs with the first two or three ejections.

"Yess.... unnnghh... fuck!" The human cried out, grabbing the tiger's head and forcing himself right into Beacon's mouth, straight to the hilt as he began to unload. He felt the tiger shake, his body almost rejecting the taste. But it was too late and again and again, Kyle pressed himself into Beacon's lips, until his twitching cock began to settle down. As it did, he finally released Beacon and huffed loudly as the cat's needy lips still milked right to the tip. "Mmm..." He moaned softly, leaning against a console as his closest resource. "That was one of my most intense shots ever." He said, helping the feline to his feet and kissing him. "Thanks, Beacon."

"N-no problem, Kyle." He said with a broad smile as he blushed. "And I-I'll have your shirt done in a day or two. As soon as I finish the maintenance checks in here."

Kyle groaned as he closed the bay door and leaned against it. Two of them one right after the other, this was definitely starting out as an amazing day.

Taking a step, Kyle shrieked as he felt something underfoot and fell forward, crashing hard to the floor. "What the hell?" He barked angrily before noticing the small Bryn running up to check on him.

"Oh, mister Rend! I didn't see you there!" He said in a panic, still bouncing madly around him. "Are you okay? Are you okay? I was just walking along and I didn't even see! Please tell me you're okay! Please! Please!"

"Okay, Rollin! I'm alright. Calm down!" Still the clatter of pots that the Bryn was holding was echoing through the corridor as Kyle picked up a ladle and looked at it. "What are you doing carrying all this stuff?"

"The galley is empty, Rollin' is the chef cook, I need the supplies Mister Rend!"

Kyle chuckled at the hyperactive creature. "Chief cook, not chef cook... well, I guess you're a chef for being the chief..."

There was a long pause as the small bug-like Bryn stared at Kyle, then finally said "What?" which made Kyle laugh loudly and pet his head.

"Nevermind." He shook his head.

There was a loud screech again pouring from Kyle's communicator. "Smith to Rend, you're needed on the bridge, we've got a ship hailing us."

"Sure, I'm on my way." Kyle said.

"We need to change those screeches out." Rollin said, rubbing his ear. "They hurt muches." He pulled the pots he could carry into his arm and hobbled off, hopping over the debris and disappearing on the other side. Kyle shook his head after the bug and made his way the other way toward the bridge.

Opening the door to the bridge, Kyle walked in to a fairly darkened room with several dull blue monitors along the sides. Smith sat in the second seat next to the captain's chair while Chord Landers, Beacon's older brother, sat at the pilot's position. Varen let off low clicking noises as he worked the navigation station. "They're about half a sector away, running on radio silence."

"What's the report?" Kyle asked as he stepped into the room and grabbed the others' attentions quickly.

"A Delvan ship." Smith explained. "They contacted us about two sectors away and mentioned they had an emergency delivery that needed to be made. After that they went silent and they've been flying to us like... if you'll pardon the pun, bats out of hell."

"Well, Delvan's aren't necessarily vicious, but that's a strange method of getting our attention." Kyle surmised. He activated his communicator. "Rend to Merrick, could you come to the bridge? We may need your help."

Smith approached as Merrick's voice responded. "Right away."

"Are you sure this is a good idea? He's a wanted criminal."

"We're all wanted criminals." Kyle said. "I'm sure that the authorities wouldn't doubt for one second that we were responsible for the prison's destruction. We're supposed to be merchants now, so try not to mention any of that to them and I'm sure we'll be fine."

"Fine." Smith answered, almost pouting. "I just don't want to be here when the shit hits the fan."

There was a beeping noise on the communications console and quickly Rover was at the position, switching the icons across the flat panel like he was a natural. "It looks like they've decided to contact us again," He said. "Should I patch them through?"

"Damn, Rover, I didn't know you were into communications." Kyle said.

Rover smiled a bit. "There is much you don't know about me sir."

"Patch them through." Kyle said. "Maybe we can get some light shed on this mysterious cargo they need us to transport so badly."

"Greetings." The screen flickered to life with a darkened image, only a pair of white eyes and a dull outline of a Delvan face were visible to the crew. "I am Dobas of the Delvan ship Fantanar, you are a merchant ship, yes?"

"Well, truthfully we're underway of becoming a merchant ship, but for all intents and purposes, yes. I'm Kyle Rend, the captain of this crew." He nodded his head politely. "Tell me, Dobas, what can me and my humble crew do for you on this fine day?"

"Captian Rend, we desperately need your help. We are transporting a cache of materials to the planet Korus in the Omani sector, are you aware of this place."

"I am, sir." Smith interjected, standing up. "The Omani sector is at the heart of a nebula is it not?"

"Indeed." Dobas said with a nod. "The materials are for one of our occupied territories in the northern hemisphere. Our crew is relaying this information to you."

"Yes, looks like it's coming in now." Rover said.

"You'll excuse me for just a moment, sir while I confer with my crew momentarily." Kyle said, stressing a smile on his face.

"Of course. Take your time."

Smith had already gone over to read the itinerary that they'd gotten from the Delvan ship and Merrick had stepped onto the bridge. He passed a cautious eye at the Delvan on the screen before joining the others at Rover's station. "So what's going on?"

"Well, most of it seems to be standard, medical supplies, food rations. Nothing really seems out of place until I scroll down here." Rover pointed to the screen. "What is... "Qua--quatz--"

"Quatziprohelem." Merrick said softly.

"You know what it is?"

"Yes. It's a highly volatile chemical used in radioactive weaponry." He explained. "It's mined from the northern mines of our home world Delvus. Why would he be wanting us to transport this to their colony though?"

"Okay, bring them back on. I don't like the sound of this mission, we'll have to pass on it."

"Plus the fact that we're still limping along would prove deadly if we ever came across a firefight." Smith pointed out.

"Captain Dobas, I greatly appreciate you asking my crew for this mission. But truthfully, we're still undergoing some pretty extensive repairs and--"

"But I am to assume you have a Dyranium core." Dobas interrupted. "Is this correct?"

"Our engineer is still trying to bring it fully operational, but yes, we use a Dyranium core for the ship."

"Then yours would be the perfect fit for this mission. The Dyranium core won't drain with the natural magnetic elements of the nebula. Please, Captain Rend, please reconsider."

"Okay." Kyle said at last with a sigh. "Give us twelve hours to evaluate the status of our engines, and if we're good to go by then we can complete this delivery for you, but know that it will come at a price."

"Thank you for your consideration. As a note, there never was a limit on price. Whatever it will take to complete this mission I can provide."

"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHH!" Nax was laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his face. All four of his limbs were clutching his stomach and ribs and he was doubled over outside the corridor that led to the engineering department. "Let--let me get this straight. This Delvan wants us to make this ship flight worthy in twelve hours for a ten hour trip, that is if we can get past hyper speed one... to deliver some volatile chemicals and supplies to his war regiment out on Korus?"

Kyle maintained a stern expression as Nax continued to laugh for several moments before finally relieving himself to catch his breath. "That's about it." He said.

"Oh is that it?" Nax huffed and his smirk faded some. "And the fact that I'm working alone on this little engine doesn't take anything into account?" There was a clatter and a loud thud from within the engine room.

"Sorry Nax!" Doodle spoke from the other side of the door, making the ape like alien roll his eyes.

"It sounds like you've got help." Kyle said cheerfully.

"That's not help." Nax barked, placing a hand against his forehead.

"So are you going to have it done by then? You can be honest about your limitations."

"I--" He groaned and closed his eyes. "I can probably get it running at least at speed three." He said. "If I work all night, but it'll be limited just to this mission. Afterward we need to get this rust bucket to a station for repairs."

"I'm sure I can score the credits to spend on an overhaul." Kyle thumbed his chin. "Alright, you've got yourself a deal, and after this mission you've got a week's vacation at your disposal too assuming you can get us going."

"Nevermind about that. I'll get it up and running, I'll just need a day's worth of sleep when this crap is over."

Nax rubbed the back of his neck with two of his hands and scratched the small of his back with his lower two appendages as he turned around and headed through the door into engineering. Kyle flipped on the screen of the communicator. "Rend to the bridge." He said, taken somewhat aback when Varen's bug-like face appeared on the monitor.

"Yes, sir?"

"Where's mister Smith?" He asked. "He was supposed to be on watch tonight."

"Oh, yes sir. He actually turned in early." Varen explained.

"Understood. Varen, please tell the Delvan ship that we'll be ready to head underway in twelve hours and make arrangements for their supplies to be transported to the ship."

"Of course sir."

He sighed and leaned away from the screen. It wasn't like Smith to leave his post early, but if he'd gone to bed it was a safe bet that Kyle wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight.

The lift operated from level three to level five without an issue. After a quick climb down into the lift from the floor above, Kyle rode it to the quarters level. The doors slid open seamlessly and he stepped out into the corridor. He made his way down the hall and came to a stop outside his quarters. He pressed in the code and the door opened. He stepped in and illuminated the light panel on the side wall, and was almost taken aback by what he saw;

Smith was stark naked on the bed. The Grugan's arms were wrapped thoroughly under the covers, making up a pillow for himself out of the blankets. He was cuddled close and his face was buried in the pillow. His thinly furry ass was fully exposed, his knees wrapped around a pillow like he was squeezing it to death. The sight made Kyle suddenly spring to life in his pants. He wanted the Grugan, *badly*. The silver, toned ape-like creature roused slightly and looked at him through the corners of his eyes. "Mmph... Kyle." He said blushing a bit, somehow turning tough and masculine into something quite adorable as he radiated his need to the human. "I'm sorry, I just had to come lie down a bit. Come join me?"

Kyle was all too glad to comply. He'd removed his shirt and had unfastened the belt of his pants by the time he had reached the bed to slide his hand along Smith's backside. He worked on releasing his cock as he began to lick at Smith's rump, making a trail of saliva from his balls to his hole and lingering there as he kneeled on the bed behind the beast. His hand was already beginning to change into a claw as he grabbed Smith's ass and squeezed it tightly.

"Uhn-nnn..." Smith grunted and lifted his rump against the human's grip. The dragon's muzzle was already starting to appear and Kyle began to dive his tongue in more vigorously now, using it to loosen the ring some, stretching out each side as he pushed in deeper. Out of everyone in the crew, Smith seemed to be the most inhibited. It took a great deal of the dragon's natural musk to raise the Grugan's lust to the point of so much desperation. The dragon's claw was already coated in the drooling precum soaking the bed sheets, which he quickly used to lubricate himself. Sliding his cock along Smith's ass, Kyle spread the cheeks and sat up, letting the tip of his cock flick past the ring a few times before letting it settle and pop directly into place. Smith cried out and his hips immediately shot back against Kyle's hips. The human was still expanding, and the tightness was now getting unbearable. "AHHH!" Smith cried out, burying his head into the blankets as he indulged himself in the deep fuck. His hands grabbing at the pillows his muscular body rocking against Kyle's who had already become his dragon self. Kyle grabbed the man's waist and pushed himself so hard into the ape that Smith nearly struck his head on the wall at the head of the bed. Kyle then pulled out all the way, found his mark and pushed himself back in, making them both cry out once more. Smith desperately reached his arm back and helped to push Kyle into him, again and again, Kyle would almost completely pop back out of the ape, then he'd immediately slip back in, much to their mutual enjoyment. The sex went on for quite some time like this, neither of them knowing or really caring how long it had been.

Finally, in a passionate cry, Kyle came and then roared loudly as he felt his seed jetting into the Grugan's waiting ass. Smith exhaled loudly and muffled his orgasm into his pillow before the smell of cum and the sound of shot after shot matting into the blanket came to Kyle's newly reformed ears. "Th-that's i-iiit..." He whimpered and felt himself cumming again. "Just give---GIVE it to me!" He came again suddenly, causing a flooding of seed to splash out from between them.

Kyle panted as he collapsed upon Smith's back, breathing and sweating rather heavily. "Now... that's a way to call it a night." He said in between breaths.

There was a squawking sound that roused Kyle from his sleep. He turned over and pulled his communicator from the table. "Rend, go ahead." He leaned back as he felt Smith's arm fall over his hip and pull him in close.

"Captain, it's Rover." The voice was a bit faded, but it was easily recognizable. "It sounds like the communicators are working better."

"Same here, what can I do for you?"

"Doodle! Doodle put that down!" There was a loud clattering noise that made Smith snort in his sleep as Kyle quickly turned down the volume. "Sorry about that."

"It's late and people are trying to sleep, what is it you want?"

"We need to get access into the priority one maintenance shaft, but it's blocking our thumb prints." Kyle groaned at that and looked at Smith knowingly.

"Yes, I'm sorry about that Rover, I suspect I can get that for you, and I'll reset the shaft for your idents as well."

"Thank you sir."

Kyle sat up and swung his legs out over the side of the bed. Yawning and rubbing his eyes as he put his feet on the ground. He'd almost forgotten he was naked or he would have walked right out into the corridor wearing nothing but sleepy eyes. Throwing on a long shirt and a pair of shorts, Kyle stumbled out into the hall and started making his way toward the bridge. The priority one shaft was the maintenance tube that ran alongside it. It contained computer codes as well as access to the environmental and life support systems, which needed the most work. By the time he reached the access door, Kyle was somewhat fuming at Smith's distrust, but it dulled some when he spotted Doodle and Rover in the hall.

Both males were shirtless, their skin showing off a larger difference than Kyle had noticed before. Doodle had a more orange tint to his skin than his partner in crime, the mass power house had a black almost tribal symbol etched across his left shoulder with a single jagged edge which came down and curled around his nipple. Two out of the four had been pierced with large brass rings which some of the smaller races might consider for door knockers. He was wearing a pair of dark, navy blue pants that hugged at his thighs and backside quite nicely. He rumbled deep as he crouched before a corridor girder and lifted it into his shoulders. He stood and started to stomp across the hall. Kyle was impressed, the heft of those bars was rated at eleven hundred pounds. But he could see the sweat dripping from the titanous male's forehead as he carried the girder and set it down on an adjacent wall.

"Good, good." Rover said, applying a small torch to the wall panel and sparking a connection within the controls as he noticed Kyle approach. "Oh, captain. Sorry to call you out of bed so late, but it's hard for us to complete our work when we can't get in to do it."

Rover was smaller than Doodle, obviously proven more in intellect than brute strength, he still had an impressive build on him. He didn't have any piercings on any of his nipples though he had a bridge of rings in both of his ears, the left one leaving a dangling red crystal. His skin was a bit more crimson in color, but his yellow eyes were consistent with his race. He wore a pair of beige trousers that were a bit more padded and left more to the imagination than Doodle's outfit did.

"It's no problem." Kyle said as he walked over and pressed his thumb to the access panel, allowing the door to snap and slide open. He pulled out the panel and held it out for Rover. "Here, drop a finger, it'll give you access to the corridor when you need."

"Sure." Rover grinned as he pressed his index finger to the plate. It beeped in response and Kyle then put the panel back into the wall.

Kyle eyed the other Grovan who was now wiping his forehead with his discarded shirt. "Anything else I can do for you boys?" He added with a grin.

"Well, now that you've asked..." Rover said planting a firm grip on the front of Kyle's shorts. Kyle grunted at the unexpected gesture, he'd already been half hard watching the shirtless Grovans working in the corridor. Rover's reassured smile broadened as he tugged the human against him and leaned up against the wall as he slid a dextrous three-fingered hand down to fondle the flesh beneath. "I've always been interested in human anatomy." He pressed himself forward. His eyes blinked in distinctly odd patterns, it was almost hypnotic to watch, but Kyle grinned and cleared his throat.

"Well then, let's have a first lesson." He retorted back, not backing down.

He watched the alien's jaw swell slightly as Rover put his chest against Kyle's, he breathed heavily, sliding his tongue along the human's neck as his hands fondled and slowly stroked up the hidden mound of flesh, quickly working its way to a full erection. Rover's scent was somewhat sweet, the Grovans were a race where their scent matched their personality, and it smelled like Rover was in a very heated mood. Kyle obliged the male by discarding his shirt, tugging it up over his head and allowing Rover's free hand to rest on the warm muscle. His throat let out a bit of a clicking purr as he started down the torso. He nipped on the human's nipples, making Kyle wince and sigh. Tugging down the front of the human's shorts to free his member, Rover's tongue only grazed it and it produced a quick spurt of white precum that glazed the Grovan's lips as one of his hands wandered up, then the other in a quick massage of Kyle's chest.

The teasing was enough for Kyle to begin losing control of his transformation, he could feel the dragon within starting to push its way to the surface, his chest was already expanding out as Rover's lips inhaled his cock and be started sliding down along it. The feeling of the mandibles was awkward for a human, no matter how much you got used to it, the inner mouth separated and widened to take on larger bites of food or--other things. Rover moaned through his nose and exhaled sharply as his tongue began to wrap itself around the flesh caught in his maw. Placing a hand on the back of Rover's head, Kyle huffed aloud and rested his head against the bulkhead behind him as he felt the wet slippery spit escape Rover's mouth and drip down his flesh and onto the floor. Rover's hand returned and continued to drag the human's shorts down, but Kyle was quickly becoming less and less human as his dragon snout began to protrude out. A massive arm wrapped around his waist, surprising him as he looked back to see an amorous Doodle standing behind him, urgently pressing his still clothed crotch against the human's pelvis. Doodle wasted no words, he simply lowered his head and ran his tongue along the human's backside, making his muscles tighten and his mouth fall open in an excited gasp for air. His member was engorging, he could feel Rover's mouth space tighten with the increase in mass to the point where the Grovan's lips separated more to accommodate while Doodle's tongue slid along the warm flesh of his thickening hide around his ass. Soon he pressed his tongue in and made Kyle grab Rover's head like a sort of stabilizing mount. He gasped and cried out in a lusty manner bowing up as he grew thicker in muscle, he could feel the familiar tickle of scales crawling across his body, a deep growl emitting from his throat as he ratcheted into his new form. Doodle's tongue had popped out and into the growing hole, but still seemed to be enjoying stretching out the tight muscles as he tugged at it with a wandering finger which he continued pressing inward, filling up the hole with each slow push.

"You might like the taste of my ass, but I bet you're a big ol' bottom, Doodle. Aren't you?"

Doodle paused and parted his tongue from the exposed ass. He blushed some as he looked into the dragon's slit-pupiled eyes. He'd had a strange allergic reaction to the initial environmental settings and had been unable to speak for the last few days which thus far has baffled Merrick, but he was still quite an enthusiastic lover. He smiled and leaned back, he had already tugged his pants down, exposing a titan sized member, but he turned around and placed his palms onto the floor, raising his rear toward the dragon temptingly. Kyle grinned a bit and took one cheek in each palm and began to return the favor offered to him. Sliding his dragon tongue from the orbs up to the hole. The hole was a strange golden yellow in color and an easy target, Doodle whimpered at the very touching and Kyle saw his fingers slide along the floor. He was definitely a true bottom. Kyle didn't hesitate at that point he shifted his hips and lined his cock up against the ring. As he pressed in, he saw all six of the Grovan's eyes close and he moaned loudly enough to send echoes through the corridor. Kyle pressed himself in, feeling the tautness of Doodle's hole, but found that the pressure that caused the fleeting pain of penetration also seemed to be getting him off, he was wetting the floor with every inch.

"Ahh!" Kyle exclaimed, reaching the end of his cock and feeling his balls mesh together with the Grugan's exposed genitals. "F-fuck..." He whispered as he started to draw back and then pressed forward again with another sound slap of flesh.

Feeling another pair of hands wrap around his waist, Kyle looked back to see Rover grinning and sliding his cock along the length of his crack like a hot dog. "You don't mind if I get on this... do you sir?" He asked politely.

Kyle simply grinned. "Not at all." He said as he returned to his quarry, clasping one hand on Doodle's shoulder as he slid in and back out again.

As he came out, he felt his pucker press back against the invading Grovan cock. Unlike humans, whose cocks were mushroom shaped at the head, the Grovans were more of an inverted anchor shape. A rounded top that fell sharply away as it reached the shaft. It allowed for males and females to clasp together, but with male anatomy, it was a simpler task to simply slide in and out slowly and easily after the initial thickened grunt of penetrating him. Kyle hissed and felt it fill, then pop into place as Rover hugged at his dragon hips and began to slowly pump into him. In response, Doodle looked back and began to grind into the sandwiched human-dragon, he panted as he clutched at Doodle's hips, feeling his body vibrate under him as he lowered his chest and forearms to the floor, panting loudly as he did. The hold of Rover grappling him from behind was also beginning to tighten, and their pace was quickening to a more maddening speed. Kyle clenched his teeth and simultaneously, he and Rover let out a blasting roar as each of them came into their receptive targets. The anatomy of the Grovan required a lower body temperature, not only was his cock feeling cool and clammy within Doodle, but the cum shot he received was particularly cold and stimulated him unexpectedly.

Doodle rumbled deep within his throat and huffed out, suddenly shaking as he ejaculated onto the plates on the floor, making it sound like a sudden heavy rain storm was hitting it. After several minutes the three of them slowly came apart, and Kyle admired the gel-like cum that Doodle had made on the deck floor.

"So..." He panted. "That's... where... you get the... name... huh?" He asked with a grin.

Kyle had very little sleep that night, the next morning, when Nax called them, the crew ran down to Engineering as quickly as they could in order to see if their repairs and efforts would make the trip possible. Doodle was present already when the group showed up and he waved at them as the ape came into the room.

"After many... many... many fucking hours I'll probably regret when I'm getting some sleep tonight. I've called you down here to show you something very important." He said as he approached a small cylindrical container surrounded by a glowing console. He tapped in a few commands and entered a few codes in. "The space ship Freedom..." He said pressing a button and bringing the engine online in a luminescent purple light that filled the room. "Is ready for take off."

There was a bit of applause from the rest of the room before Kyle stepped in. "Alright then, Merrick have you been able to secure the cargo?"

"It's in the main maintenance bay." Merrick said. "I believe Beacon has been setting up the storage for it."

"All good to go, sir." Beacon nodded.

"A quick question, captain." Chord said as everyone else departed. "Have you gauged the danger to "your crew" on this mission?" He emphasized his words with air quotations.

"Look, Landers. I appreciate the concern, but you can have some confidence with me and Smith."

Chord growled and poked the human's chest. "It's not you, it's Smith I don't trust." He said angrily. "In order to receive trust you need to have some of your own, I've found my console being locked out from putting in coordinates left and right, like he thinks I'm going to take the ship around an intergalactic joy ride."

"He wouldn't think that."

Chord's eyes narrowed. "Think about it, Rend. Do you even really know Smith?"

"About as much as I know you." Kyle answered. "Is that all, pilot?"

Chord's throat let out another growl. "That's... all." He repeated slowly, but definitely not agreeably with Kyle's words.

"Thank you, captain." Dobas said with a deep bow. "I... or rather my crew and I are entirely thankful for your help. Your payment has been transferred as we agreed, half now, and half once the mission is completed."

"Very well." Kyle said respectfully. "We will have your delivery completed in under three hours, my engineer assures me that we should be able to pass through the nebula's barrier with our reactor's energy output. We will contact you again once we've cleared the nebula."

"Mathran's speed then, my friend." Dobas said with a smile before the screen went dark.

"Alright then, Chord, set a course to the Omani sector and..."

"I'm not able to do so." Chord answered. "Navigation is being blocked."

Kyle looked at Smith who maintained a stoic expression. "Mister Smith, I would like our crew to be able to perform those functions, that includes access into the maintenance tubes, access to all the food and drink dispensers, and access for my pilot to actually pilot us somewhere." He said. "Unlock those commands, and please tell me before you decide to block anyone out again."

"But I--"

"Smith!" Kyle barked angrily, making the ape alien jump. "If you refuse to follow my command, then I suggest you ask the crew if you should take my place, or I can give it to Chord, or Nax, or Merrick. Would you like that?"

The rest of the crew was silent, looking at the two commanders in a stunned silence before Smith worked up the nerve to answer. "Yes... sir..." He said as he tapped a few commands into the console.

"Navigation unlocked sir." Chord said as he filled in his commands. "Course set."

"Let's go, maximum speed that we can muster."

There was a rumbling, and a clattering of metal within the hull that was still not tied down as the shift to hyperspace kicked in, as the metal settled, the ship did as well, maintaining its velocity as they headed like a shot toward their destination.

"Underway." Chord said. "We should reach the edge of the Omani nebula in... twelve minutes, and from that point, it's about a forty minute flight to Korus."

"Just be ready for anything. To one side we're delivering supplies." Kyle said. "To the other side, we're abetting the enemy."

"Sounds like a dangerous mission." Varen said with a grin on his mandible. "Dangerous for a delivery crew wouldn't you agree?"

Kyle activated his comm. "Nax, you're sure that the Dyranium core will get us through the field?"

"Positive." Nax responded. "But be ready for a slight jolt when we reach the border, I'm not sure how it will respond to our other systems."

"Weapons systems are minimal, but they're ready." Smith said, tapping the console at his chair. "But we should be well shielded."

"Please don't expect a conflict." Kyle sighed. "That usually preludes one."

A misty green and purple cloud appeared on the screen as Varen announced. "Coming up on the Omani Nebula."

"Crossing the border in about eight minutes." Chord confirmed.

"Anything coming across the communicator channel, Rover?"

"No, sir. It's all quiet."

The next several minutes that passed were quiet. Only the sound of the engine filled the room with the occasional clatter of metal. The entire crew was on pins and needles, this first flight really brought the anxiousness up. Rollin's sudden enthusiastic voice made everyone on the bridge jump. "Hello? Hello! Bridge? I have prepared a lunch of tasty Motlat grubs and green vegetables for lunch, but no one is eating it!"

"Rollin, we're kind of busy up here." Kyle responded back.

"But grubs get sour when they're cold! They're best when they're--"

Rollin's voice cut off as a sudden, massive spin hit the ship, throwing everyone from their chairs and stations. Kyle grabbed the arm of his captain's chair and struggled to stand. The entire ship felt like it was tumbling sideways through space. "Chord get control of the ship!" He shouted.

Alarms were beeping, the room was flashing from dark to light as the Fangla climbed back into his seat and activated the commands. "Main attitude control restoring." He said as the gyration began to settle, and Kyle and the others were able to regain their balance and stand up.

"Nax, where the hell was this "little jolt" you told us about?" Smith roared into the communicator.

"The left engine compensator blew." Nax snapped back. "I said that I couldn't predict how the systems would react to the jolt. I've got Beacon up repairing the damage, but we should be good for standard space flight." He said. "I wouldn't recommend going above hyper two though for at least an hour."

Kyle groaned and sighed. "Alright, let's just resume course for Korus."

"At hyper two, it'll take about two hours to reach it now." Chord stated as he entered the data.

"Perfect time to eat and recover from Rollin's meal then." Varen said before realizing. "Rollin!"

"Rollin, come in." Kyle said into the comm. "Can you read me in the Galley?" There was no response.

"I must go check on him." Varen said.

"We'll go with you." Kyle said as he and Rover headed toward the exit. "Keep an eye out for any problems, Smith. We'll be right back."

The trip down to the galley was faster than any of them had expected. Wires were hanging loose from the impact, a few small blockages had fallen into the passage from the ceiling, but otherwise it was a pretty clear shot. Bursting through the door was nothing, but finding that the room was perfectly made up from the accident and finding Rollin calmly re-setting the table that had likely been thrown all over the room was even more surprising.

"Oh goodie! You can come eat now!" He bounced "Goodie, goodie, goodie!"

"Smith to Rend." The communicator beep relieved Kyle who responded.

"Go ahead."

"You might want to come back to the bridge, we have a problem."

Returning to the bridge, Kyle saw two ships hovering outside on the monitor and was approached by Smith. "Two old time Delvan battle cruisers." He said. "They didn't come at us with guns blazing, but I don't think they're here to escort us to Korus either. They're awaiting your response."

"Alright then. Bring them online." The screen populated and a female Delvan appeared, much to Kyle's surprise.

"I am Paruma, of the Delvan battleship Morkan. What are you doing in our space?"

"A supply run for your colony on Korus." Kyle answered. "Dobas sent us to deliver them."

Her ears perked a bit. "Indeed. Well perhaps we can see you to Korus then, it is not entirely out of our way."

"It would be appreciated, but we'd hate to slow you down, our engine is having troubles and we're only capable of hyper two at the moment."

"Interesting..."

There was a beeping on the communicator, looking down at the display he could see it was coming from Merrick. "Oh, excuse me for one moment, captain." Rover cut off the audio. "Merrick, what can I do for you? I am speaking with--"

"I know who you are speaking with, I can see the ship makeup from here. They're Delvan Acolytes, traitors to our race. They cannot be trusted!"

"Captain, their weapons systems are powering up, they've got ion cannons!" Smith announced suddenly.

"Evasive maneuvers!" Kyle shouted sitting himself down and watching Paruma's visage disappear from the screen. "Activate shielding system."

"Shields are up." Smith said.

"Let's see if she can keep up with me." Chord added as he entered the commands into the console. There was a jolt and one of the consoles flickered and went down on the communications board. Chord looked back and shrugged. "Sorry, she's a little sluggish."

"Shields are holding, but that hit knocked the port side deflector down to eighty percent."

"Move it as well as you can, Chord. Smith, at your convenience could you return fire?"

"With pleasure." Smith said as he activated his console, and a bluish tint filled the screen as a volley of shots fired from their own cannons. They simply bounced off the ship's shields though and a second battle ship pulled into an attack position. "Damn, these photon guns are an age too old for these ships. We're not going to be able to shoot through."

"Navigation panels are back online." Varen said as he began to type into his console. "Same with sensors. Both of those ships are operating on Lovian drives." He explained.

"So?" Kyle asked.

"What space school did you flunk out of?" Smith asked. "Lovian cores were decommissioned due to their unstable nature with Dyranium."

Varen's fingers flew across the console. "Chord I am feeding you a course to plot that will take us in between their ships, but we'll have to time it just right."

"In between their ships?" Chord repeated as the coordinates were fed at his station. "Are you crazy? A Dyranium source moving too close will--"

"Cause an attraction." Kyle snapped his fingers. "We'll pull those ships together and get out before they crush us."

"Exactly." Varen said.

"Nax, we need as much hyper speed as you can muster, could we get at least drive three out this?"

"You risk damaging a few power systems and Rollin will probably have to feed us from his..." He made a sound gagging noise on the comm. "But we can jump into hyper four now whenever you're ready."

"Alright, Chord, bring us about. Let's see if we can't play some chicken with these two."

"You fools!" Paruma said, invading in on the monitor. "You hope to stand up to our strength? Our sensors detect a Delvan on board your vessel, they will be taken into custody and questioned for the resistance on Korus! Surrender now!"

"Hmm... I don't think so." He said. "I couldn't do without the good doctor." He put his hand on Chord's shoulder. "Punch it!" He said as the ship accelerated toward the two imposing ships.

"Damn what could they be doing? A suicide run? Quickly, tell the Koban to close the gap they are trying to flee through!" As the screens displayed the Freedom flying toward them, the display began to dim and illuminate randomly. She gasped and tapped the screen. "What in the..?" Suddenly it exploded in a fountain of sparks. "AHHH!" She cried out and backed away. "What is this?"

"They have a Dyranium core! The engines are--" The pilot could barely speak before the entire ship jerked to the side, knocking everyone onto the floor.

There was a loud creaking of metal that filled the cabin. "Wha-what's happening? What is that noise?"

"The ships are coming together!" The answer growled from someone in the room. "Everybody abandon ship!"

"No! NO!" Paruma roared angrily. "You will pay for this!" She swung her hand at the screen before running from the bridge herself.

The hyper drive activated and Freedom jumped forward just as the ships were within five meters of collision. From the distance they traveled, they could still see the impact and explosion that followed and the crew cheered in joy.

That night, the crew sat around the table at the galley and looked pensively at the food being served under the silver lining of a serving tray which Rollin expertly slung in front of each crew member who suddenly got lost in their reflections. "What wrong? What wrong?" Rollin said enthusiastically sticking his face into the face of several of the crew members ending with Kyle who finally gave a strained answer.

"I... ugh... I don't know. After our first mission, I'm really not in the mood to eat bugs." The murmurs of agreement from most of the rest of the crew, except Varen.

"Oh you bunch of picky eaters! I'm game. I like a good exo-skeletal crunch!"

"Oh no, the grubs went cold. I didn't re-prepare them!" Rollin said. "I did prepare a rare delicacy though, yep yep."

"Oh." Kyle said, relieved somewhat. "Great, so what did you make for us?"

There was a sudden clanging on the dome from inside the dish and the plate seemed to start scooting toward him, he jumped back and stared warily at it. "Live Korus Scorpions!" He announced cheerfully. "Don't worry I've got their tails pinned down, so you just stab them through the shell with your fork, wait till they stop wriggling, and enjoy!"

"I'm done." Nax said backing away from the table.

"Me too." Rover said who backed away and Doodle followed.

"Not much of a fan for... raw meat." Chord said.

"Yes you are. This is just disgusting." Beacon said crudely.

"I just remembered, I have something to eat in my room." Smith said, taking his queue and Kyle stood up after him.

"And I'm needed on the bridge this watch."

After the crew departed, Rollin and Varen looked at each other and shrugged before opening their dishes. Mounds of meat and vegetables were found underneath, human food that Rollin had been investigating with. After eating a few bites, Varen pulled a controller from his pocket. "Think we should take the magnets and have more fun with them later?"

"Oh yes. They think they can keep Mister Rend to himself, they have another thing coming." Rollin grinned, consuming another bite of his meal.

THE END