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Booming footfalls stomped down the corridor as two LARP units strode side by side, nearly scraping the walls in passing as a platoon of heavily armed pirates brought up the rear. They came to a halt outside the hangar doors, all weapons raised while one jogged up to hit the controls.

When parted, the great slabs of metal revealed a ransacked hangar. Infrastructure hung haphazardly with melted chunks blasted out of it and the walls. Between scorched wreckage cluttering the floor, fires burned at a few points doing a better job of illuminating the room than the flickering lighting. One catwalk shrieked as it gave out, crashing to the floor and scattering debris in all directions. A barrel rolled lazily out and past them down the corridor.

"Shit! Commander Wort wasn't kidding," One of the LARP pilots commented, "One body stays to stand guard. Anybody tries to get out- call it in before you die. The rest of you, let's go!"

Shortly after the group entered and the doors sealed behind them, Wolf climbed out of the errant barrel. Being fixated on the doors made the lone guard trivial to choke out and relieve of his ammo. Smoothing down his jacket collar, Wolf smirked and ventured onward.

-

A circular pit was bored straight down in the icy surface of the asteroid, overshadowed from its low position squeezed between two rising peaks. A tower was planted in the center, bristling with spiky antennae and topped by a tinted glass dome. Reaching out from the lower levels were bridges and rail lines enclosed within glass tubes, spokes connecting the structure to the jagged walls.

"We're close now. That tower is our destination," Lightfoot explained as they emerged from an interior airlock.

Cautious as Fox's steps were, the floor quaked a short way down the tunnel. The walls outside began to spin, making for a moment of disorientation before he worked out that the bridge complex was actually what rotated. The airlock he entered from now led to thin, freezing, airless vacuum, the entrance folded up and sealed while it swung toward a larger set of doors. They opened on a rail tunnel lined with lights. But more concerning was the light in the middle rapidly growing larger.

"It's going to get a lot more fight-y in here," Lightfoot remarked.

Fox jumped to the side of the tunnel and pressed himself against it, forcing his body as flat against the glass wall as possible. Jaw clenched and fur on end as the maglev railcar blew past him.

-

On a bridge a couple stories below, Wolf glanced up at the commotion and a sight up there stopped him in his tracks. Of all the things he expected to see, it was certainly not the slender, lean, yet bubbly figure of a vixen's rear end pressed against the glass.

It made Wolf's nostrils flare of their own accord. There would be no hope for an ass like that to escape once his knot was jackhammered deep into the core of her feminine form. A thick, heavy piece of wolf meat was already crowding his trousers- now it was fighting to escape and paralyze her body with multiple orgasms.

But no- the tail, the ears, fur color...he knew who it was. Couldn't be anyone else. His more primal instincts didn't seem to care though. They still wanted him to scoop the vixen up in his arms and=

The figure leapt away from the window.

-

Balanced on the rail with the edge of a fin, the railcar whipped past Fox and shortly after the brakes were thrown on. It slowed further when a ramp fell from the rear and over the trailing sparks, pirates began to jump out and disperse along the path.

A horde of minions rushing onward without a hint of self preservation. Different faces but all shaded by an otherworldly glare. Greed, cruelty, revenge, all twisted into strings leading all the way back to Venom. Swaying before an outnumbered and outgunned fox.

Wolf's bassy voice snaked its way through crowded memories.

"I'm not done with you, Fox. Don't you dare lose to these dirtbags.."

Lasrifles were already orienting on him as Fox kicked off the wall, visor slididng down over his eyes. They had him in their sights where he hovered in mid-air for the barest instant of time. One leg extended, tail billowing over the curve of his hindquarters. One hand swept down to touch the cloaking module while the other whipped the SMG up.

He disappeared, replaced by a flurry of lasers in both directions. Landing in a crouch then a roll, zig-zagging up the tunnel while dispensing quick bursts. The SMG was dry, filaments in its square front glowing in a grid of molten heat. He pressed the empty weapon to his thigh and tendrils curled out to secure it while he drew his blaster off the other. Only to find the last few pirates retreating up the tunnel. He decloaked and crept along in their wake.

-

Weapon leading the way, Wolf moved into the central tower. Rings of dim light ran up the several dozen floors, around clusters of rotating rail networks and offloading platforms. Elevators ringed the inner walls which would lead straight up to the command center.

The route was easy enough. A little podunk mining station like this wasn't built with war in mind. Neither were the nimrods that commandeered it. Nobody was guarding this area at the moment anyway and shortly, Wolf emerged on a platform ringing an elevator.

Now the only obstacle was the sudden case of raised hackles. Wolf's senses homed in on...something. Something unseen. Closing in on him.

In a flash he leapt backwards as a vent overhead explosively burst open. Pieces of debris showered down as a metallic orange orb dropped to the floor. Seconds later Wolf was facing the armored stranger. Close enough now to make out vulpine features behind the green glass of the visor. Veins of green light traced along the laser cannon she levelled at his face, which refused to hint at any fear. Instead he grinned.

"Hah! It's just raining bitches around here isn't it?!"

"Wolf O'Donnel," A feminine voice answered, "Known space pirate and enemy to Corneria. You are flagged for arrest or termination,"

"Who's to say I haven't turned over a new leaf?"

That idea was already a long shot. It was utterly shredded by the sharp teeth glimpsed when he spoke. The armored vixen's patience was out.

There came a flash at the back of the arm cannon, spilling out in the course of a microsecond into a blazing bolt. Warned in advanced by well honed instincts, Wolf hurled himself sideways just before she actually triggered the weapon. This gave the uncanny impression that he had actually dodged the laser shot. At this she hesitated if only for an instant- all he really needed.

A pair of shots slammed into her, staggering her back as many steps. She responded soon after, her shots tracking close behind Wolf as he made a run for cover. Then her laser fire was sparking off the support beam he darted behind.

Wolf began to pop out one side or the other at random, exchanging fire with her. His were better placed, most finding their mark while only heat and molten sparks hit him. So much so that his cover was starting to melt away after their first couple exchanges. A smoking energy cell bounced away as he reloaded. Through one of the scorched holes in the metal, he could see her bracing a hand against her cannon. With a click, the head of a miniature rocket sprouted from the barrel.

He rolled away as a hiss quickly escalated to a roar and then the remainder of the support beam shattered with a concussive explosion. A couple bits of shrapnel bored into his side and upper arm, the force of the explosion adding an extra kick that kept him rolling until his shoulder slammed into a metal crate.

Undeterred, he was back up and snarling. At nothing. She descended from her leap with a punch to the side of the head that sent him stumbling until he smacked into the railing at the edge of the platform. Rather than continue to play pinball, she brought the laser cannon to his face. He wrapped a claw around it and managed to divert it enough to avoid having his head fried. Though the shot may have singed some fur on his cheek if the smell was something to go on.

Now her arm cannon was humming louder and becoming hot in his palm, the energy more insistent as it pooled at the barrel ready to unleash a powerful stream of destruction. Just before spilled over, he slammed an elbow down on the crook of her arm, cocking the weapon upward as she fired.

The sharp crack of an energy explosion briefly gave the complex its own miniature sun, rattling shadows and structure alike.

The combatants parted as an avalanche of debris and collapsing platform rained down. A section of railing speared straight through the floor in the spot they had just been grappling. It leaned over under its own weight, the metal groaning as it began to pry up the floor panel. She was sent tumbling backwards into a reverse somersault, ending up face down as she slid off the edge of now uneven terrain. Light lashed out from her cannon, hooking to a piece of railing. With a snap she bounced back up and over the edge, launched straight back to the fight with a graceful flip.

Landing in a kneel with cannon ready, Wolf was quickly assessed to be nowhere in sight. Movement caught her attention at last- not from the dearth of new cover provided by the debris. It was the elevator, the capsule had begun to rise smooth and silent. She tracked it with her cannon, one of her few remaining rockets primed and ready to destroy the target.

From one side of the elevator's housing, Wolf opened fire. One of her paulders exploded. The next five high-powered shots were landed with greater accuracy, not ceasing until the laser magnum was empty. She staggered back, arms raised far too late over the glowing wounds scoured into the chestplate. Light faded from the arm cannon and visor, the energy having seemingly escaped to dance erratically over the outside of the armor.

A lightning bolt shot up, yanking her up and along for the ride. Chest puffed out, arms falling back and legs extended, just short of reaching the floor even on tiptoes. To the tune of rending metal, the armor flung itself away from the body beneath.

A pair of pink pawpads lay splayed out. The sheen of her golden fur kept pace with Wolf's wandering gaze, up the shapely legs to wide hips. The tail of soft downy fluff splashed across the floor to one side. A lighter, platinum-blonde stripe of fur led up from the plump lips of her pussy and over the slight pudge of her stomach- more than would be expected given the moves she was pulling off. If anything should have hindered her agility, it would be the sizeable tits that now sagged to either side under their own weight and jiggling with her quick breaths. Blue eyes stared wide up at him.

Wolf only watched as she fought her way up off the floor. To end up kneeling with head hung and hands propping herself up. Given Wolf's record, it took little imagination to see what he would likely do next. She took a breath, waited for claws to close around her throat. Or slide down her back to probe other areas.

Instead it was his jacket that suddenly fell and draped over her naked form.

She didn't move for a time, unable to square the gesture with his intentions. Toying with her? She rested a palm innocuously on a sharp piece of metal debris, ready to scoop it up when needed. She didn't dare to look up to see the lupine features twisted into a sharp fanged version of amusement. In case that was what he was waiting for.

The whoosh of elevator doors broke the silence. He stepped inside and left her, with just a peek of his cybernetic eye glimpsed before the doors shut.