Smuggle Kitty
#2 of Smuggle Kitty
The transport landed within the Crystal City on earth. It was once known as Crystal, Nevada, which was a very rural town in Nevada. In the time of this story, Crystal was a burgeoning metropolis. The majority of the city was constructed from crystal with carefully crafted effects to ensure privacy in certain areas. Crystal was a city engineered to be safe, with a vast doctrine of laws. A dome forcefield surrounded the city to prevent entrance by the dregs of the galaxy. Much of earth was now protected cities surrounded by ghetto-land where few could survive that did not belong. Las Vegas and Los Angeles became one in the previous century. The twin cities were once a glorious unity; today they were a massive ghetto. Of course, the Las Vegas Strip was a protected area.
Alana exited the transport and stretched. Her back was stiff from the long journey. She pondered the light-speed travel of the past, before the time-distortion decoupler. The decoupler prevented the effects of time displacement experienced by ancient light-speed travelers, but often gave her a severe headache. She popped a couple of pills and the pain subsided, they were instant-release aspirin. Alana deposited her weapon inside a storage locker, no weapons were allowed within the city itself. She walked to the entrance of the city, passed through the security scanner, and inserted her passport card for entry.
She was in. Alana wandered the magnificent crystal streets, anticipating the reunion with her lover. The beautiful city was taken for granted. She could feel her wetness coat her panties, in anticipation of his wolf member that would hold her in a tie for nearly an hour in the vice of a bulb. She decided to change clothing before seeing Rique. She entered a restroom and changed into black tight leather leggings and a short hot pink shirt, which tightly held her petite breasts.
Alana found his hotel, a massive crystal domicile. She wondered at the fact that the rooms were private but clear. She entered the elevator and went up to the tenth floor. Rique was in room 1035. She knocked on his door with a crisp-glassy ting. The wolf opened the door.
Rique was a muscular wolf with thick gray fur. He was clad in a blue-gray suit. His left eye had been ripped out in his mauling at the hands of Blight's cats. An eerie green glow emanated from his cybernetic replacement eye. His metallic cybernetic tail twitched in an imperfect facsimile of a canine tail wag. The majority of his scars did not show through his thick fur, but a jagged scar marred the left side of his muzzle. His pink tongue flicked out from between his sharp canines. His appearance was formidable, but Alana found it hot as hell. She was dripping in excitement.
Alana: Hiya wolfie.
Rique: I missed you. Nice outfit, bitch!
Alana: I hate it when you call me bitch, but I guess you wish I were a bitch.
Rique: You would make a good one.
Alana: You look much better than the last time I saw you.
Rique: My fur grew back.
Alana: Wanna fuck?
Rique: We can't in the Crystal city. Interspecies sex is prohibited by regulation 10025-10A.
Alana: Why do you hide in such a fascist city?
Rique: The majority of my enemies can't enter this city. We can go to Las Vegas for freedom though.
Alana: Let's go. I want you.
Alana placed her hand on Rique's crotch; his stiffness was apparent. It had been a while since their last meeting. The two left the Crystal City and caught a transport to the Strip. The Strip was almost as large as the Crystal City; the lights twinkled in the night. Night was the time to see it. Their transport landed and they exited. The twosome entered the Indian Casino, one of Rique's favorites. They saw a mass of people; cocktail waitresses of many species, mostly human circumnavigated the patrons offering alcohol and cigars, each bearing the red spot tattoo required of those employed by the casino. The machines of chance simulated the sounds of chinking coins. Everything was credit now; coins were eliminated centuries ago. They checked into the hotel and entered room 3348.
The suite was lavish with a Hindu flair. A strange blue elephant mural decorated the left-hand wall. A massive spa occupied the center of the suite. Alana's eyes went to the massive super king sized bed with its white simul-fur bedspread. She did not think it would go unstained tonight.
Alana removed her shirt to reveal her pert breasts, she did not wear a bra since there was little for gravity to droop. She was proud of her large nipples though. She slipped off her boots and leather. A thin coating of sweat covered her legs from the leather, the smells of leather and sweat resembling musk. Her fluorescent-purple-dyed pubic hair was moist. Juices flowed from her excited loins.
Rique panted in excitement at the sexy woman. He removed his coat and unbuttoned his blue shirt. His barrel chest was covered in white fur, a stark contrast to his medium gray fur. His dress shirt was special made to adequately fit his massive biceps. Rique removed his pants, shoes, and boxers exposing his sheath. His massive cock was slightly over ten inches and had long since escaped its encasement. His bulb was expanding into a fleshy sphere of massive diameter, which was too large to penetrate Alana comfortably when full.
Alana kissed him deeply, her tongue penetrating his muzzle. He lapped at her tenderly. She ran her fingers through the fur on his chest, savoring the luxurious softness. Rique's tail wagged in pleasure. She engulfed the end of his cock in her mouth, lapping hungrily at his precum and massaging his balls. He gently positioned her into a 69, penetrating her moist pussy with his muzzle, his soft tongue lapping her juices.
Alana: Ready to fuck?
Rique: Let me relax so my bulb will shrink.
Rique thought about his accounts for a few minutes, so his bulb could subside. He lifted Alana and positioned her over his rod. She straddled his penis looking into his eyes with passion. Rique gently pawed her taut nipples, hardening them further. His bulb expanded tying her to his cock, a tie that would be painful to break. She writhed on his bulb, her clear lubricant dripping from her vagina from the internal expansion. Her canal widened to accommodate his length and bulb girth.
Alana: Growl for me baby.
Rique growled from within his throat, his whole body vibrating with the throaty sound. Alana came hard, her juices flowing copiously, coating the white fur surrounding his cock. The tie was almost broken, but she was held firm.
Rique: Grrr.
Alana: Yes! You are so hot! I'm cumming. Ahhhh! Ahh! Unhhh!
Rique: Grrrr.
Alana and Rique locked into a deep kiss, their genitalia fastened together. The wolf released his load deep into her love pouch, his bulb blocking the release of the semen from her pussy. Rique howled with the release. Alana had another orgasm with the vibrations from the howling. She loved how his growls and howls vibrated his bulb. The tie continued to connect the two. Alana pissed a stream of yellow, wetting Rique's fur. She often could not wait for the tie to break to piss. The tie released with the decline of Rique's bulb. Semen and urine dripped from Alana's cunt.
Rique walked over to the spa and filled it with warm water. With the push of a button, the mineral water within the spa bubbled. Alana entered the spa, indulging in the silky water. Rique followed drenching his thick fur. The maintenance staff would have a lot of fur to remove from the spa drain.
Alana: This has been a good night.
Rique: Yeah. Yeah. That was a good fuck.
Alana: So tell me about the job.
Rique: It's a shipment of kitty.
Alana: Kitty? What's kitty?
Rique: A drug produced on felicia. It's very hard to come by. Marcus discovered a large batch would be available soon. Kitty simulates estrous cycles in women, giving women of various species the sensation of a felician female in heat.
Alana: I'd like to try it. Are you sure you want to go back to felicia?
Rique: I might not go on the planet myself. Have you found any employees for me?
Alana: There's this guy named Travus that I think will join us. Perhaps Minka too, if she's taken a liking to him.
Rique: That stray you've been feeding?
Alana: I think its time she stopped hiding and came under our protection.
Rique: Yeah.
Alana: Did you find a pilot?
Rique: Yes. Marcus has a new girlfriend who is an excellent pilot and has her own ship. She calls herself Nipper. I don't know what Marcus sees in her, she is kind of masculine and has the most annoying laugh.
Alana: Does she sound a little like a hyena.
Rique: Yeah. A wolf and a hyena are a strange combination. Her ship is called the Blackheart. We'll see Marcus and Nipper tomorrow.
Alana and Rique soaked for about an hour, dried off, and fell asleep in an erotic embrace, Alana stroking his sheath. Rique's fur was still slightly damp as they fell asleep. Tomorrow they'd set out to obtain the kitty shipment.