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A Pirate's Life for Me

By Danath

Characters © Burst

(This flash fic was written in one go on a live stream. Story streams are free and open to anyone, but people who support me on Patreon get first chance to snag a story. more info at www.patreon.com/danath.)

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Burst clicked his beak twice as he ran his finger across his route. The timetable was tight, with no room for error. He was skirting close to very problematic areas of space, but it was, by his reckoning, still the fastest way to reach the finish.

The High Loop Race was held once every ten years. Its winner received more than credits as a prize. They also got instant fame across the universe. The run was never in the same place, often shifting from one unexplored galaxy cluster to another. The pilots had little time upon being summoned to study the scant charts available and plan a route before they were launched. Every pilot had their own ship, and other than that, there were few rules in the competition, other than get their first by any means necessary. Once launched, pilots were supposed to receive no outside help or communications for the entirety of the journey, though if a way to cheat the system was discovered, the judges of the competition generally ruled in favor of ingenuity, rather than calling it cheating, and allowed it to occur.

As such, Burst had prepared. He'd spent the past four years scouring the universe for signs of the race's scout ships. He'd built an incredible arsenal of star maps. He'd learnt his ship inside and out, spent years repairing it with jury-rigged solutions, and perfected his flying skills.

Of course, the maps were useless, but his know how and tenacity would serve him in good stead. The launch had gone well, with the ships drifting apart before bursting their FTL drives. The gryphon clicked his beak again. Everything was going according to plan so far, as little of a plan as he'd been able to cobble together. Every pilot was supplied with maps outlining areas of certain death - black holes, suns, and the like - since warping directly into one tended to leave the race shorthanded. Still, there was no way of knowing if you'd end up in an asteroid field, since those could be circumvented through pilot skill, according the rules.

Burst leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head. His arms were yellow and rough, like the arms of an eagle, but from his elbow to his bicep, he had a pelt of orange fur. The orange abruptly turned to red just beneath his shoulder, and spread down his sides and over his legs. The insides of his thighs had white fur, which traveled up over his belly and chest, widening as it went. A two-inch strip of red crossed from shoulder to shoulder, following the path of his collar bones. More white fur spread across his neck and cheeks, surrounding the yellow bill protruding from his face. Bright blue eyes, a mop of dark brown hair, and pointed red ears completed his look.

Dressed in one of his more stylish jumpsuits, the gryphon looked all the part like a rogue starship pilot. The jumpsuit was primarily white, with black racing stripes going over each shoulder, ending in a flat line across his shoulder blades. Sleek, narrow black opals were stitched into the sides, as well. His boots were black and, thanks to the jumpsuit's specialized features, could be used in a pinch in a vacuum. It wasn't as good as a fully pressurized suit, but it was something.

Now, however, his first jump was set. He'd come out near a small white star, which he could use to bounce signals from in order to judge the next direction. There was nothing to do but wait for now, which meant the opportunity to sleep. Burst wasn't sure how long it would be between the times of rest he'd be able to snatch during the trip, so he quickly retired, slipping into the small bunk at the back. It was connected to the hatch of the shuttle-sized craft, which featured a tiny bathroom and kitchen, as well as a dry cleaning machine that could do two jumpsuits at a time. Fortunately, he wasn't modest about himself, and planned to spend much of his time alone on the shuttle nude.

For now, he lay back on his bunk and closed his eyes, still in his jumpsuit, and slept soundly.

Until the alarm went off. The gryphon rolled from the bed, jumping to his feet, and dashed to the console. A pirate ship! There was no doubt about that. He picked the vessel up on his radar, but they broadcast no signal. Might as well run a Jolly Roger up the antenna, he thought. Somehow his ship had come out of warp, and a quick diagnostic revealed the traces of hackers! He growled low in his throat, fur bristling and tufted tail whipping back and forth behind him. The pre-race inspectors should have caught any tampering, but it was too late now.

A light blinked. They were hailing him. He slapped at the console.

There were no words at first, just a chorus of hungry growls. Burst shivered, ears pricked forward.

"Surrender your vessel!" a snarling voice demanded.

Burst's eyes narrowed on the console. His fingers danced as he shot the thrusters, maneuvering the ship. He didn't have any weapons on board - they were forbidden, as racers were encouraged not to simply blow each other out of the sky to win. He tried to get the FTL drive charged, but it was completely blown. The code had been timed - someone had accessed his route plan! He'd been dumped here, on purpose, right into the hands of the pirates.

"Surrender!"

Burst closed the link as the pirate ship came closer. The gryphon didn't have time to see a picture of it. He worked off radar, thrustering his way around to try and put distance between his disabled vessel and theirs. There was nothing out here to hide behind. Nothing for light years in any direction. Totally... isolated.

Warning lights beeped, showing his thruster was overheating. They could only be used sparingly and he was holding them on for far too long. If he wasn't careful... but... just a little more...

Burst was in the middle of trying to loop back around and get underneath the pirate ship, possibly being able to scrape it and knock something important off, when the thrusters blew out. Plasma shot in jets into space from four ports along the bottom of the ship. Burst pounded his fist into the console.

"Damn!"

The hot-headed gryphon was still more worried about losing the race than the pirates, whom he was sure could be ransomed off. Burst was not without his resources. But the race! Another ten years!

There was nothing to do now but wait. The comm light blinked, but the gryphon ignored it. He felt, rather than heard, as the larger vessel swallowed his - there was a new kind of rumble and a loud clattering as his ship was lowered onto a metal floor. There was pounding on his door, and a fair bit of snarling, but Burst's eyes danced. They were pirates, after all. They should have to work to capture him. It wasn't as though he was going anywhere.

Sure enough, they brought metal-cutting lasers to bear on his hatch. They didn't cut through anything terribly important, Burst noted, nodding sensibly. Ships were hard to come by. Even a tiny shuttle such as this was very valuable. More so, since it was fitted for speed. Of course, Burst thought, mentally smacking himself. The ship was the pirate's payment.

Soon, the smoldering metal gave way and fell back with a massive clang. Cloudy jets of white propellants burst through the opening, blocking any view Burst would have had of his captors. The stuff was harmless, and would dissipate in moments; it was inert unless exposed to temperatures over 200, which it would bring down to well under in just a minute or so. Useful, when your occupation includes cutting prisoners out of their own ships.

Burst stood in the middle of his small shuttle, hands crossed contemptuously over his chest, amidst the swirls of smoky white foam. Shadows moved near the hatch, three of them, all very tall. The gryphon nodded. They were careful, sending in their three biggest. They'd need to be in order to best the gryphon.

"Take him!"

A familiar voice - the same one from the conn. The foam dissipated as the shadows moved, revealing glinting, golden pelts. Three lionesses charged at him. His eyes widened as he took in their appearances. They were clad in a mish-mash of leather belts, ripped jumpsuits, and metal plates crudely shaped into rough armor. Each lioness had rags of white cloth draped over their chests, which were altogether entirely ample. They bounced so beautifully the gryphon was almost distracted from the other most noticeable feature of the lionesses. Between each pair of muscular, powerful thighs hung a very male, very large sheath, the smallest being at least six inches thick and more than a foot long.

Stunned, the gryphon attempted no resistance as the scantily clad, lionesses seized his arms. Their tattered, war-like clothing barely covered their busts. Burst found his beak shoved against the side of one breast, while more pressed to his side and back as he was carried. He couldn't help but inhale their scent as they passed him through the opening cut into the door, into the waiting arms of another three lionesses. Their musk was unusual... masculine, but fertile... The feel of their hard, muscular bodies against him, their paws grasping at his jumpsuit, squeezing and prodding as they examined him... his eyes lidded over as their musk invaded his nostrils, incredibly strong and powerful.

The lionesses bickered with each other, shoving and snarling, several times swiping with their claws or baring their teeth. All six crowded around Burst, who stood, trapped, in the center. He could understand most of what they said, but they switched between several languages, a pidgin of some sort. More importantly, for Burst, at least, was that they were all a good two feet taller than him. Their half-clad breasts rubbed against his face and chest. When one lioness in front leaned over him to snarl at the one behind, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward, rubbing her pelt across him, further forcing her unusually strong musk into his nostrils. Burst swayed, but their grip was powerful.

Their hips bounced to and fro. The loincloth-like scraps draped over them didn't stop Burst from feeling each meaty appendage every time one of the lioness's moved. It was like some kind of wet dream mosh pit, and Burst was the only one trying to get out as everyone else danced. Several of the lioness's developed half erections, so that their incredibly large shafts draped over his arms or slid across his backside. Each was fat, onyx black, and just as large as he'd feared they be when he first saw their sheaths.

A loud roar echoed across the landing bay suddenly. The lioness's ceased bickering immediately and moved into the shape of a "C" around Burst, all facing the open hatchway to the corridors beyond. In it stood the alpha of the pride. Burst, for the first time, began to get really nervous. Well-endowed herm lioness pirates... sure. Anyone had their price, and Burst could pay a ransom. But the alpha... there was something in her eyes.

The gryphon breathed deep and sighed. That smell was... good...

The alpha growled low in her throat and walked forwards. She was a few inches tall than the rest, with slightly darker fur. The lionesses weren't exact copies of each other, of course, but the differences were slight: a few pounds here, a few inches there, a slightly lighter or darker shade of brown around the ears. For the most part, they looked similar. The alpha had a particularly large shaft which, though flaccid, hung halfway from a stretched, taut sheath. She was so big, she couldn't fit in her own package, Burst marveled.

A meaty, powerful paw reached out. A finger jabbed Burst in the chest.

"Ha ha ha! No fight here!" she said, smirking at the gryphon. "Easy catch, easy money!"

Burst pressed her paw away with the back of his hand and glared. "Name your price," he said, a hint of anger in his voice.

The lioness roared with laughter and was joined by the half-dozen behind him.

"Big talk!" she said, grinning at him. "Big big talk!"

"Look, who are you working for?" he said. "I can double their offer."

The lioness shook her finger. "Bad business, go back on promise."

Burst rolled his eyes. Since when were pirates honorable? He tried something else.

"Alright, then how much for passage to the nearest space station?"

The lionesses behind Burst shifted and snapped at each other, some laughing at the gryphon. The alpha's lips curled into a wicked grin.

"Maybe you no go," she growled. "Maybe you become pirate."

Burst shook his head. "Absolutely not. I have to get another ship and restart my whole bloody research and get ready for the race in another ten years, thanks to you," he said. "Nearest station. How much?" He sounded curt and angry; the alpha's grin faded into a frown.

"Maybe you no make good pirate," she said. "Disrespectful."

The lionesses behind burst crowded in. Fingers grasped at his hips and he felt a few half-hard lengths press to his backside.

The alpha stepped closer, grinning. Her scent was powerful and Burst reeled, suddenly woozy. The other members of the pride jostled around him, further rubbing their scent into him. He groaned as paws slid over his chest and down to his belly. They rubbed at him through his jumpsuit, stroking over his erection. He couldn't remember getting hard... but it was so hard to think all of the sudden.

The alpha leaned in close. Her breasts were massive, the largest of the group, to go along with her oversized lionhood. The black shaft throbbed several times, hardening gradually. The tip lifted, pressed into Burst's belly. He tried to move backwards, but the other lionesses held his arms, pushing him against the alpha.

"Guess we find out," she growled.

Burst tried to resist, but not only were the lionesses all together more than physically able to restrain him, their scent was playing tricks on his mind. Claws shredded at his jumpsuit, then stroked through his fur, tickling his skin. A dozen pairs removed his jumpsuit, ran over his pelt, stroked his maleness. Breasts squeezed in around him, huge shafts rubbed against his sides. The musk grew stronger, enveloping and enthralling him, until he was gasping for breath, as aroused and lustful as he could ever remember. Tongues splayed over his cheek and beak, his shoulders and neck, all while the alpha's incredible member thickened and grew, throbbing against his chest and belly, incredibly massive. It swelled bigger and bigger as Burst turned his head. The huge tip pressed against his cheek, then his temple, before growing past his ears. He felt warm, heavy pre-cum drizzle down into his brown hair and moaned, unable to stop himself from grunting and groaning. The scent paralyzed him until he gave in and reached for the alpha's incredible erection, grasping onto the smooth, black length. It filled his arms so that he could not even reach fully around the stalk, and was probably three-fourths of his height. The alpha's legs spread as her testicles swelled, though they were disproportionately small compared to the size of the shaft.

Burst felt the paws push him forwards, making him grind against the alpha, who rumbled loudly with pleasure. The gryphon's head spun as pre-cum dripped down the sides of his head, over his beak... he tasted some, groaning at the salty, masculine flavor. The other lionesses were mostly hard now as they groaned and moaned behind him. A few fell away, fighting for dominance over each other; one lioness with particularly blonde highlights throughout her pelt ended up face-down on the metal floor. Another lioness, this one with blue, mascara like hints in the fur around her eyes, shoved forward, impaling the other feline. Both moaned and yowled in equal measure as the remaining for groped each other as much as they fondled the gryphon.

Teeth nipped at his ears and backside as the alpha's monstrous erection throbbed, huge and heavy. It would fall flat to the floor were Burst not supporting it. His small tongue flicked out, tasting more of the lioness's precum. It was delicious, to the point he found himself wanting more. Desperately wanting, no, needing more. He inhaled deeply, completely entranced by the lioness's scents.

Two of the lionesses pulled Burst back while the other two lovingly wrapped their arms around the alpha's shaft, stroking and massaging it as best they were able. The felines' breasts flattened against the stalk, pleasing the alpha, who growled with lust. Burst felt the felines pressed his head to the tip, and he got several facefulls of thick, gooey, clear pre-cum, saturating his fur and soaking his upper body. He moaned between swallows and tried to pull away, to catch his breath, but the lionesses shoved his face forward again, this time deeper.

Burst had to keep his eyes closed as he felt his beak sink into the warm, tight slit. The alpha's loud growls were muffled a moment later as the lionesses shoved his whole head inside. It was tight and hot and everything was pulsing with energy and maleness. The musky smell and taste of the pride's arousal burned into Burst's brain. The gryphon's black shaft flexed, then came, an automatic reaction to such raw sexuality. The lionesses shoved him forward again; the alpha roared as her shaft stretched around his head and pressed up against his shoulders. Burst wriggled, swallowing constantly, as they shoved him harder, forcing his shoulders together. The alpha's agitated moans ceased for a moment when his shoulders breached her shaft. The lionesses massaged her erection, especially where Burst's outline pushed against the smooth, sensitive skin.

Burst wriggled more as the warmth squeezed around him, soaking the lionesses' lust into his skin, into his very bones. The shaft bucked, squeezed, and tugged him deeper. With his shoulders past and his arms squeezed to his sides, it wasn't long before Burst's muscular body slipped fully inside the alpha's cum-drenched cock. Three lionesses broke off, duty accomplished, and engaged in a raunchy three-way, while the remaining feline eagerly stroked and massaged her alpha's erection. Burst felt his face push past a tight ring. There was a powerful suction as he felt himself fed into the alpha's testicles. Strangely, he felt no fear, only lust, and came again and again as the tight sac squeezed around him. He could feel pressure from the outside - no doubt one of the lionesses rubbing against the stretched and swollen balls.

For the first few minutes, it was simply the pleasure. Burst felt his limbs go numb as his cock shot load after load. He groped at the outside walls, pushing with his feet and paws until he no longer could. Heat seared his body as the levels of seed inside the sac grew, increasing the internal pressure on the gryphon's disintegrating body. He felt pleasure to the last, and then...

"Ha ha ha!" the alpha laughed, a massive smile on her face. "Now not so rude!"

The lioness attached her arms around the alpha's length, which was shrinking somewhat down to a more manageable size. Her paws slid along the length, working her fingers in deep, squeezing and licking and teasing, loving her alpha's erection more than oxygen.

"Huh... always runt of litter," the alpha said, grinning at the besotted feline. Still, the runt was good with her paws... the alpha shivered, a familiar feeling she'd experienced six times before building up inside her loins. Her aching balls were now perfectly round spheres, except for the parts that were flat against the floor between her legs. At this point, her testicles were disproportionate to her shaft, a reversal from earlier, though her maleness was still several feet long. She thrust her hips forward, enjoying the feeling of the runt's large breasts squeezing around her stalk.

Calling the lioness a runt was pushing it, considering she was only just smaller than the rest. Still, she was on the bottom of the totem pole... and so far was loving it. For instance, now, as her alpha tittyfucked her. What an honor! The runt moaned, thrusting back against her alpha's sac, feeling the intense throbs signalling the lioness's overdue orgasm...

Seed shot a dozen feet in the air, splattering across the bay, splashing against the gryphon's ship, pooling on the metal floor. The alpha roared as she came, every muscle flexing in her body, her shaft pumping hot jets from her oversized testicles. She came hard, feeling nothing but the intense pressure and pleasure as her balls emptied.

Curiously, the cum she shot across the bay pulled together as soon as it hit the floor, forming an ever growing pool. The see of the five other lionesses was collected as well, as though the seed were magnetic liquid being attracted to something. The pool of white, hot, male jizz built up larger and larger, until something grew out of it, breaking the surface with a gasp. A muzzle formed, then eyes, all dripping in warm seed. As though climbing out of a pool, Burst reformed. He was not quite the same Burst as before.

For one, he was not fully male. As she levered herself up, dragging herself eagerly from the pool of cum, forming along the way, using more and more with every moment, a pair of heavy breasts swung into view. They were large, plump, pert, and hung easily from her muscular torso. Her face lacked a beak now, and instead had a muzzle, like those of the other lionesses. Her brown hair was gone, replaced with a dark brown strip of fur going from between her rounded ears, down her neck and over her tail. There were tinges of red around her eyes, the tuft of her tail, and down her front, between the sea of white on her breasts and the golden tan of the rest of her body, distinguishing her from the rest of the pride.

Her cock formed hard and ready. She crawled, then crouched as her powerful legs came into being. Cum flowed from the floor into her body, drawing up and melding into her figure, amplifying her bust, thickening her erection, multiplying the size of her testicles. The lioness shuddered with heat and shook seed from her fur as the flow of jizz from the alpha's erection subsided.

Without thinking, Burst leapt on the runt of the pride, pinning her down. Her aching cock slid over the feline's backside as she leaned down, nipping and biting the back of her neck. Burst knew she had to establish dominance - it was instinctual, primal... the knowledge was there, embedded by the alpha.

The alpha, of course, stood watching, her limp cock nearly touching the floor, oozing thick gushes of white seed. She smiled as the red-tinged lioness drove her length into the smaller feline's pussy, establishing that Burst was, at least, one step removed from omega. Satisfied her new crew member was taking the transition well, she left the recently transformed, reformed lioness in seek of her own prey. The other members of the crew learned anew that to challenge their alpha was folly - she moved among them, taking their rumps, their muzzles, even devouring and reforming several in the orgy that followed.

For Burst, her knowledge would be useful. Engines, speeds, ships, maintenance... she'd make her pride stronger than before. She'd become stronger herself. And maybe one day, she'd challenge the alpha... and become alpha herself.

The lioness shoved a paw between the shoulder blades of the moaning, squirming crewmate beneath her, roared her dominance, and flooded the wriggling feline's body with seed. Their scents made her nostrils flare as she relished her first conquest... hopefully, the first of many...

The end.