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Kaz stood in the doorway of the Office of Acquisitions, concern filling his eyes at the absence of the shop's proprietors.

“Flix? Orka? You in here?" he called out.

Stepping inside, he scanned the area for any sign of them. CB-23 rolled ahead, stopping beside a large, rectangular shipping crate that seemed distinctly out of place. Suddenly, a loud clatter echoed from within the crate, causing the droid to bounce in place. She turned her single photoreceptor towards the container and released a worried beep.

“I hear it, CB," Kaz said, his voice low as he braced himself.

Arms raised, Kaz tiptoed towards the box. “Flix? Orka?"

Catching sight of the display screen, he noticed that the crate was marked “TALIVAR organic product." Bending his knees, Kaz laid his arms across the box's surface and pressed one ear against the metallic cover.

Strange grunting sounds emanated from within, and Kaz hesitated, hand hovering over the button to open it. Putting his worries aside, he pressed the button, and the lid rose, unsealing with a soft hiss. When he pushed the lid aside, he uncovered a most unusual scene.

“Mmm! Oh, that's such good bacon," Orka said, chewing on a strip of streaky blue bacon. “Mmm! Oh, hey, Kaz."

The Chadra-Fan, lying on his side, stopped eating and glanced up at Kaz. Flix, in a similar position, also paused to look up. In the corner, GL-N sat surrounded by scattered food and provisions, with Bitey the gorg perched atop him.

“Oh, great. You're here," Kaz said, relieved to find them. “Do you have any weapons around to help us fight the First Order?"

Orka began to rise, but Flix pressed a hand on his head to keep him down for a moment. Flix chuckled. “Oh, Kaz. If we had weapons, do you think we would be hiding in a box?"

Flix gestured at the box for emphasis. Leaning against its edge, Orka nodded in agreement. “Yeah, or stupid enough to use them? I mean, that's the First Order, Kaz, not pirates."

Flix raised his arms above his head, letting out a satisfied click. With such long limbs, the Gozzo had to bend to fit in the box. GL-N stood up, and Bitey looked around curiously at the exchange.

“Here, there's room in the box for you, too," Orka added. “Come on, hop in. Let me scooch over."

The Chadra-Fan waved him over, moving to one side of the box. Confused, Kaz looked at him sceptically. “Uh, what are you doing in there, anyway?"

“What does it look like, genius?" Flix said, placing both hands on the rim of the box. “We're escaping."

Orka smiled and nodded; Flix's answer only left Kaz more confused than before. “Wha…?"

Seeing the human's reaction, Orka piped up. “We have been in here for days," he said in an upbeat tone, his hand raised and index finger extended. “We're waiting for the First Order delivery service to ship us off the platform."

“We're being sent to my mother's on Talivar," Flix added, gesticulating with his hands. “This place is just too stormtrooper-y for our liking."

Realising that they were oblivious to what was happening around them, Kaz broke the news. “You realise the station's completely underwater, right?"

Horrified, Orka threw his arms up. “Whoa. So they're not shipping us?" Turning to Flix, he gave the Gozzo a light jab to the arm before pointing at him. “I told you this plan was stupid, Flix."

“Don't worry, Orka," Kaz said, hoping to defuse the situation. “We're gonna free my friends and liberate the station from the First Order. And then you won't have to hide anymore."

Orka and Flix exchanged glances before Orka turned to Kaz, his expression doubtful. “Oh, yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Kaz." The Chadra-Fan chuckled and sat down.

“Good luck with that," Flix added, wagging a finger.

Flix lowered himself back into the box and reached out to grasp the edge of the lid. After a couple of attempts, he found it and pulled it shut.

His confidence undiminished, Kaz turned to his astromech partner. “All right, CB, let's head to the tower."

Before Kaz could finish, something caught his eye. “Whoa!"

A familiar, overly affectionate six-legged creature barrelled into him, knocking him over. Buggles, a male voorpak, licked Kaz's face enthusiastically.

Kaz picked him up. “Buggles," he said, as the voorpak barked happily. “What are you doing here?"

Setting Buggles aside, Kaz stroked the voorpak's back and watched as it hopped towards the shop's exit, turning to him and barking again.

“What's the matter?"

More barking followed.

“You want us to follow?"

Buggles spun around and barked before scurrying out of the shop, pausing to look back at him expectantly.

“Okay. Okay, okay, we're following." Kaz rose to his feet. “Come on, CB."

Kaz hurried out of the shop with CB-23 by his side. He still had a mission to complete after all.

---

Sometime later…

“CB-23, what system was that?"

The astromech let out a solemn beep.

“Hosnian Prime?" Kaz shuddered, doing everything in his power not to cry out, knowing that a contingent of First Order stormtroopers stood only a few metres ahead of them. “No. No, no, that can't be." His shaking worsened. “No! My parents! My… home."

Overcome with grief, Kaz lost control. “No. No!"

In the blink of an eye, Hosnian Prime—his homeworld—was no more. Watching the transmission hologram felt like a HoloNet movie: a grand spectacle, a planet-shaking explosion; it might have been the type of film he would have enjoyed. Unfortunately, all Kaz felt was emptiness and hopelessness, knowing that this was real.

After the Colossus entered hyperspace, Kaz didn't know what to do. He found some solace in knowing that most of the platform's inhabitants shared this feeling. Still, his mind was gripped by a whirlwind of emotions: relief at escaping the First Order's grip, sadness over Tam's betrayal, grief over the loss of his homeworld and fear of the unknown that lay ahead.

Lying on his bed, Kaz couldn't sleep. CB-23, Neeku and Torra were helping Yeager, and seeing his state, they had suggested he rest. Yet no matter how much he tried, sleep eluded him. A nagging tug at the back of his mind told him he should be doing something—anything. Sitting up, he glanced around his quarters, struck by the solitude of it.

Grevel, Narb and Nod were absent, though signs of their presence lingered. A stack of Sabacc cards and a couple of half-empty cups hinted at a recent game played when tensions on the platform hadn't yet tipped beyond the point of no return. Even Teroj Kee had joined in; the hostility from their first meeting was well and truly behind them. Perhaps the Keteerian's good mood stemmed from coming out on top, much to Grevel's displeasure.

He hoped that wherever they were, they were safe and in good health. A hint of a smirk crept onto Kaz's face.

Knowing them, they are probably tucked away in Grevel's old quarters.

The Aleena had told him that was where he and Nod were headed after their impromptu fun in the shipping container. If there was one thing they were particularly good at, it was getting themselves out of tricky situations.

Kaz shivered, wrapping his arms around his chest, realising that he was still without his trademark jacket. It was probably still in the main engineering room, where he had dived several times into the chilly waters of Castilon. Then something struck him.

Flix and Orka!

The last time he saw them, they had been huddled together in a shipping crate. For all he knew, they might still be inside it. He wondered if their predicament was the reason for his restlessness. Regardless of the cause, the least he could do was let them know they had escaped. Letting out a deep sigh, Kaz stood up and made his way out of Yeager's shop.

As he navigated the corridors, life was returning to some semblance of normalcy, though there were still signs of the recent attack: blaster bolt marks across walls, lifeless bodies of First Order stormtroopers and residents of the Colossus clearing the chaos. None of them paid him any mind, and he was fine with that. Kaz turned a corner and stopped. A few metres ahead of him was the entrance to the Office of Acquisitions.

With heavy footsteps, he approached the open doorway, his mind conjuring various scenes that he pushed aside. Crossing the threshold, he sighed upon seeing that nothing had changed.

Walking over to the shipping crate, he crouched beside it. “It's over. You can come out."

Kaz pressed a button on the lid, and the box hissed as it unsealed. Lifting the lid and pushing it aside, Kaz smiled.

“Kaz, you're back!" Orka cried out.

“Guys, are you okay?" Kaz asked, confused by the Chadra-Fan's overly emotional response. “Did something happen while I was gone?"

Flix stood up. “Did something happen? Did something happen?" The Gozzo's voice rose an octave, tinged with a hint of dismay and annoyance, though neither was directed at Kaz.

Orka, the calmer of the two, got straight to the point. “After you left, we managed to tap into the First Order's comms." The Chadra-Fan's voice was slow and solemn. “Everything you said was true."

“They were after you, Kaz," Flix said, crossing his arms and meeting Kaz's gaze with a sheepish look. “I think we both owe you an apology for how we acted earlier."

Part of Kaz wanted to gloat, but he decided against it, knowing they were genuinely sorry for having doubted him.

“No problem, guys," Kaz said with a smile. “I guess that means I'm doing my job well."

“Your job?" Orka asked, noticing Kaz's tone.

Knowing there was no need to keep his secret any longer, Kaz's expression softened. “I didn't come to the Colossus to race. I came as a spy for the Resistance."

Kaz spent the next few minutes explaining that the Colossus was actually a starship and recounting how they had left Castilon. He also shared details about his recruitment by the Resistance and some of his close encounters with the First Order. The Gozzo and Chadra-Fan leaned against the edge of the crate, their eyes glued to him as they listened attentively.

Once Kaz finished, a thought occurred to him. “If you were listening in on the comms, why were you still in the crate?"

Flix and Orka exchanged glances, and the latter answered Kaz's question. “Well, you see, we listened to most of the comms." The Chadra-Fan lowered his gaze, discomfort crossing his face.

“We turned it off," Flix said, his voice mirroring his partner's expression. “We thought none of us would make it after—"

Flix choked up, and Orka turned to comfort his partner, nuzzling the Gozzo before turning back to Kaz. “The First Order destroyed an entire system in the blink of an eye. Those poor people."

Kaz had never seen them so downcast before. Given the current circumstances, though, it wasn't unexpected. He knew exactly which transmission they were referring to, and the memory of it brought tears to his eyes. Summoning the courage that had carried him through the past few days, Kaz blinked rapidly to hold them back. Now wasn't the time for him to grieve; he needed to offer hope to Flix and Orka.

“We're still here, and I didn't do it alone," Kaz said, his voice warm and steady as he placed a reassuring hand on their shoulders. “We did it. We escaped from the First Order—still alive and kicking, ready to fight another day."

Flix and Orka lifted their gazes, their eyes filled with renewed hope.

“Thanks, Kaz," Flix said. “Hand on heart, we appreciate everything you've done—not just for us, but for everyone on the Colossus."

“That reminds me," Orka added, climbing out of the crate. “Wait here; I'll be right back."

As Orka disappeared into the back room, Kaz turned to Flix. “What was that all about?"

Flix crossed his arms, his voice returning to its usual tone. “Oh, you'll see."

The Gozzo's response only deepened Kaz's curiosity about what they had in store for him. Thankfully, Orka didn't take long to reappear, and Kaz noticed that he was holding something.

“We were going to give you this," Orka said, glancing down at the item before looking back up at Kaz. “But then the First Order came, and we…" The Chadra-Fan choked up briefly before continuing, his voice lowering in shame. “We hid."

Orka held out a leather belt, its buckle bearing the symbol of the Office of Acquisitions. Kaz reached out, took the belt and glanced at Flix and Orka. “Guys, I don't know what to say, but—"

Before Kaz could finish, Orka hugged his leg. “We're so glad you're okay!"

Kaz's eyes began to well up as the bottled-up emotions from the First Order's assault threatened to overwhelm him. The only thing holding them back was a growing sense of appreciation. When he had first met Flix and Orka, their relationship hadn't started on the best terms. Receiving the belt from them made him realise just how much they had grown close since then.

Kaz lowered a hand and patted the Chadra-Fan's head. “Thank you, Orka."

“Considering your heroics, you don't look particularly happy," Flix noted.

Of the two, the Gozzo had no qualms about speaking his mind. Wiping a tear from his eye, Kaz addressed the topic directly as Orka released his leg. “You said you got into the First Order's comms and watched their transmission. Do you know which system they attacked?"

Flix's gaze lowered, and so did his voice. “Yes, the human said they were attacking the heart of the New Republic, which would mean they..."

The Gozzo's voice trailed off as he began to understand why Kaz had brought it up. “Oh no, you're not saying that…"

Kaz nodded. “Yeah, one of the planets they destroyed was my homeworld."

Shock and alarm washed over the couple, and Orka was the first to find his words. “Kaz, I'm so sorry."

Kaz put on a brave face. “You have nothing to apologise for." He stifled his emotions and turned away. “I'm sure you two have a lot to do. I'll leave you to it."

When he arrived at the shop, Kaz's only concern was informing them of what had happened. With that task done, he planned to return to Yeager's. However, before he could move an inch, a hand grabbed his arm. Looking down, he saw the dark-brown fingers of a Chadra-Fan gripping him firmly, but not too tightly.

“Come on, what kind of friends would we be if we let you go now?" Orka said, his voice calm and reassuring. “This time, I'm not taking no for an answer."

“That's right," Flix added. “Stay for a bit."

Warmth bloomed within Kaz, and he wiped his arm across his face. “Sure, guys. Whatever you want. I'll stay."

---

Staying at the Office of Acquisitions hadn't been part of Kaz's plan, but he went along with it. His friends were busy, and he had a feeling Grevel and the others were fine. Rather than return to Yeager's and try, in vain, to sleep, he figured he might as well enjoy Flix and Orka's company here.

Kaz set their gift aside and turned to Flix and Orka, who were both standing in the crate, watching him expectantly. A twinge of nerves crept over him. “You really want me to climb into that crate with you?"

Orka placed his hands on his hips. “Of course! Don't worry—we've given up on our plan to get shipped away. Since you dealt with the First Order, that's no longer necessary."

Kaz tilted his head, and Flix knew he needed to be more direct for the human to understand. “What we're trying to say is that we want to help you relieve some stress."

To emphasise his point, Flix formed a ring with his thumb and forefinger on one hand, then pushed the middle finger of his other hand through the ring suggestively. Kaz smirked as he caught on to their plan. “You want us to mess around in a crate?"

“You need something to take your mind off the galaxy," Flix said, his voice lacking its usual wit. “But what happens next is completely up to you."

If the Kaz who first arrived on the Colossus had heard such an offer, he would have been flabbergasted—not that he wasn't shocked now. The offer still came as a surprise. Yet, after all his trysts with Grevel and the others, he had become more open to such things, including a bit of mischief.

“What do you want in return?" Kaz asked.

Orka tilted his head in confusion, and Kaz turned to Flix. “No credits, no merchandise, no exceptions. That's what you told me when we first met."

Flix interlaced his fingers and tilted his head forward. “Yes, but this isn't about parts."

Before the Gozzo could continue, he was interrupted by the human's laughter—cathartic, unbridled and a bit silly. Exactly what Kaz needed.

“I'm sorry, guys," Kaz said, regaining his composure. “I know you wouldn't do that, but you did bet that a sharvo fish would eat me whole when we first met." He glanced between the Chadra-Fan and Gozzo. “Still, you two did me a huge favour that day, and I can't thank you enough for that kindness."

Orka chuckled as Flix crossed his arms. “No sweat—that's what friends are for," Orka said with a jovial tone. “And we wouldn't offer this to just anyone. We care about you, Kazzy."

Kaz felt grateful, but one question lingered. “But aren't you two… together?"

Flix snickered and waved a yellow hand nonchalantly. “We are, but we like to spice things up now and then. Besides, Orka's right—we care about you."

The Gozzo extended an inviting hand, and his Chadra-Fan partner did the same. Realising his worries were unfounded, Kaz decided to follow their suggestion. “What do you have in mind?"

Before they could begin their fun, they needed to complete a few tasks. Together, they moved the shipping crate from the front of the shop to the back room while GL-N and Bitey stayed at the front in case anyone else arrived. Once those tasks were finished, they finally got started.

Kaz watched as Flix and Orka stripped off their clothes and stepped into the crate. Unsurprisingly, it was a quick process for Flix, who only had a belt and a pair of goggles to remove. Orka was not far behind, joining him in a similar state of undress. Gulping, Kaz followed suit.

The strangeness of the situation began to dawn on him. His sexual experiences on the platform had centred on Grevel and his Snivvian companions. Very soon, he would be adding Flix and Orka to that list. As he stripped off the last of his clothes, an image of Grevel popped into his mind. What would the Aleena think if he knew about this? Would he feel betrayed? Kaz shook off the thought.

No. Knowing him, he would want to know all the details. It's not like we're together.

Upon reaching this conclusion, Kaz felt the coolness against his bare skin and noticed the eager eyes of his companions. Feeling self-conscious, his doubts resurfaced. “Are you sure about this?"

Orka extended a reassuring hand. “Yeah, don't worry about us."

Kaz stepped towards the open crate, relieved by what he found inside. Instead of food and provisions, the crate was lined with a blanket, with cushions along the sides and even included a light orb. Taking the Chadra-Fan's hand, he climbed in. Flix took charge, explaining what they needed to do. Kaz lay down on his side, his body spanning the length of the crate. Orka settled near his head, while Flix positioned himself at Kaz's feet, placing the light orb in the centre.

Kaz wasn't usually comfortable in enclosed spaces. Under different circumstances, he might have remarked that this felt like lying in his grave. Yet the walls surrounding them didn't worry him—not with Flix and Orka by his side. Once they were settled, Flix reached up and pulled the cover into place. It hissed as it sealed shut, plunging them into darkness. The space soon warmed when Orka activated the light orb, casting a soft orange glow throughout the confined space.

“Have you two done anything like this before?" Kaz asked, glancing up at Orka.

The Chadra-Fan grinned. “No, and that's what makes it exciting!"

“And you're about to feel more than excitement shortly," Flix added with a sultry tone.

There was enough room in the crate for Kaz to adjust his body and spot the Gozzo near his feet. Despite having the smallest body among them, Flix's long legs made it difficult for him to move around, yet he showed no discomfort as he shifted. Before Kaz could figure out what he was planning, he felt the pads of Orka's thick fingers roaming his chest.

“Let me get you warmed up," Orka said in a low, husky voice.

He traced circles around Kaz's bare torso, the tips of his dark fingernails brushing against the human's nipples, which had hardened from the cool air and the warmth radiating from the Chadra-Fan. As his gaze shifted to Kaz's midriff, he noticed that the human's nipples weren't the only things hardening from his touch.

“Oh, you're gonna love this," Orka said, catching a glimpse of what his partner was doing out of the corner of his eye.

Flix parted his beaked mouth and extended his tongue, eyeing his target hungrily. Lowering his head, he took the tip of Kaz's hardening arousal into his mouth, swallowing several inches of his shaft. Kaz groaned, pressing his hands and feet against the sides of the crate.

Orka chuckled. “Yeah, Flix has that effect on me too."

As Flix bobbed on Kaz's shaft, he slathered it with saliva, knowing full well that the human was at his mercy. Biting his lower lip and stifling a groan, Kaz struggled to contain his carnal urges.

Feeling a bit needy, Orka made his move. “I'm going to give Flix some relief." The Chadra-Fan's gaze shifted for a second before returning to Kaz. “I would appreciate it, buddy, if you did the same. You don't have to, but..."

Orka flashed a toothy grin, hopeful that Kaz would agree. Kaz might have laughed, but he didn't want to come across the wrong way. His various trysts with Grevel and his Snivvian companions had put him in many interesting situations, but of all the things they had done so far, this certainly stood out.

“Sure, I'll give it a go."

Flix's licking on his shaft intensified, signalling his appreciation for Kaz's willingness to indulge their desires. Orka tweaked Kaz's nipples, patting them as he gazed at him tenderly. “Thanks, Kazzy; you're the best."

Kaz watched in awe, wondering how the Chadra-Fan could accomplish this. With a triangular-shaped mouth, creating any suction seemed difficult, and the presence of upper and lower incisors only added to the challenge. Turning to Flix, Kaz's eyes widened as a long, thin shaft emerged from the white feathers covering the Gozzo's body.

Orka repositioned himself, flipping around to shift his gaze from Kaz to Flix. The Chadra-Fan's eyes glowed with unrestrained delight upon spotting Flix's pride. Licking his lips, Orka opened his mouth, stretched out his tongue and licked along the Gozzo's erection. The reaction was instantaneous: Flix hummed, and the vibrations caused Kaz to shiver from the added stimulation to his own shaft. To distract himself from the overwhelming sensations threatening to push him over the edge, Kaz reminded himself that he was the last link in the chain.

Glancing down, Kaz saw Orka's malehood: a furry pouch with plump ball sacks occupied the Chadra-Fan's groin. The tip of Orka's appendage poked out of the sheath, glistening with a bead of precum. Kaz gulped and inched closer, the scent of sweat and natural musk filling his nostrils. It was a heady concoction—Kaz had never felt this way before, which said a lot considering the number of intimate situations he had found himself in recently.

Not wanting to delay, Kaz stuck out his tongue and licked the tip of Orka's cock. A droplet of precum hit his taste buds, bearing a woody, earthy flavour, causing him to smirk.

Now I'm comparing how they taste! What's happened to me?

The thought widened Kaz's expression, and his movements grew bolder. He swirled the tip of his tongue around the opening, and Orka's cock emerged. Inch after inch of smooth flesh appeared until it finally stopped. At full mast, it was on the shorter end, though its girth was thicker than what he was accustomed to. Shaking his head, Kaz focused on completing his task. He licked Orka's member from base to crown, and the muffled moans from both the Chadra-Fan and Gozzo confirmed how well he was doing.

With his open mouth hovering over Orka's cock, Kaz lowered his head, swallowing the Chadra-Fan's length to the root and finally completing the threesome. Forming a kinky ring of lewd pleasure, each participant licked and sucked the cock of another while receiving the same treatment in turn. The sounds of sex filled the air, with bodies rocking, hips pumping and balls slapping as they upped the tempo. After licking Flix's rod, Orka eagerly swallowed the Gozzo's shaft with gusto.

Each of them wondered who would reach their climax first. Flix and Orka expected Kaz to blow first, given Flix's oral talents and the fact that he was the first to receive pleasure. Once one of them went, they were sure that the others would follow. To their surprise, Kaz was holding up remarkably well, and one of them realised they would be the first to orgasm.

Flix shifted his body, breaking their steady rhythm as he thrust desperately into his partner's mouth. In their relationship, he was usually the one giving pleasure, so having Orka suck him off was hitting all the right buttons, pushing him closer to the edge. With his eyes squeezed shut and his clawed feet pressed against the sides of the crate, he reached his peak, setting off a chain reaction. Orka's eyes widened as he swallowed everything the Gozzo released.

Flix's climax caused him to swallow all of Kaz's cock. His beak was buried in a tuft of human hair at the base, with the tip of Kaz's meat pressing against the back of his throat. Suddenly, Kaz climaxed, releasing his seed, which Flix eagerly swallowed. Not wanting to be left out, Orka hit his peak as well, sheathing his manhood in Kaz's mouth. He released enough cum to father an entire brood of fanlings, and Kaz did his best to swallow the generous offering, milking Orka for all he was worth.

For a few moments, their bodies stilled and their world was filled with the sounds of licking, slurping and swallowing as they tended to each other's climaxes, accompanied by the pounding of their hearts.

---

Kaz was the first to disengage from the ring, Orka's shaft slipping from his mouth. “Whoa, that was something," he said, grinning from ear to ear.

Flix let the human's cock slide out of his beaked mouth and licked a few strands of seed that had landed on his wattles. “Yes, I agree with you."

Orka followed suit, planting a kiss on the tip of his lover's endowment and watching as it disappeared into the sea of white feathers. He stroked his chin, checked his beard, then shifted his body to look at the human and Gozzo. “Well, that's another thing off my bucket list."

The Chadra-Fan began to laugh, and soon his companions joined in. Once the laughter subsided, Orka added with a smirk, “Imagine if we were sent to your mother like this. What do you think she would say?"

Flix jabbed the Chadra-Fan in the arm. “Don't joke about that."

Orka ignored his partner's mock annoyance and glanced at his human companion. “How're you feeling, Kazzy?"

“My whole body is on fire," Kaz said, licking the last traces of the Chadra-Fan's seed from his lips.

Orka chuckled. “Well, if that's the case, I have a suggestion."

This time, it was Orka's turn to arrange their positions. Kaz ended up on his back, his knees bent and feet crossed. Orka sat between his legs, while Flix moved beside Kaz's head, the Gozzo's feathery body brushing against his cheek.

Orka massaged Kaz's legs as Flix whispered into his ear. “Orka and I are a couple, but if you want, we can make this a permanent thing." Kaz's eyes widened as he turned towards the Gozzo. Noticing the human's reaction, Flix continued. “Our hearts are big enough if you're looking for something like that."

“And I should know; I've got two of them," Orka added.

Flix shook his head before turning back to Kaz. “You don't have to answer right away, but we just wanted to let you know that you're not alone."

The Gozzo's voice was warm and sincere, and Kaz leaned into him. “I really appreciate that, Flix. Orka—both of you." He sighed, nestling into Flix's feathers. “You're soft like a pillow."

Orka burst into laughter. “See, Flix? Even he says that!"

Flix huffed, dismissing Orka's comment as he refocused on Kaz. “Don't drift away; we're not done with you yet."

Flix wrapped his arms around Kaz's torso, one arm snaking behind the human's neck to complete the embrace. With the tips of his sharp nails, he flicked Kaz's nipples, causing him to shiver and squirm. Emboldened by the reaction, Flix wrapped his legs around Kaz's lower half, slipping one leg behind Kaz's and bending it so the pads of his clawed feet hovered over the human's scrotum. His other leg followed suit.

He pressed the soles of his feet against Kaz's balls, curling his toes, the tips of his claws digging into the skin. “You like that, don't you?"

Kaz moaned lewdly, burying his head in Flix's feathered body, and the Gozzo chortled. With a front-row seat to the action, Orka was impressed by his partner's ingenuity and dexterity. Pulling his hands away from Kaz's legs, he sat down and stretched his own legs out.

“I think you're missing a spot, Flix," he said.

Before his partner could respond, Orka made his move. He positioned his feet on either side of Kaz's waist, then, with one swift motion, pressed his paw pads gently on both sides of the human's hardening shaft, coaxing it to life.

“Guys, this is too much," Kaz struggled to say, moaning uncontrollably.

Orka moved his feet at an agonisingly slow pace, careful not to push Kaz too quickly towards the edge. “Don't worry, Kazzy. We're professionals."

Flix rolled his eyes. “Any more talk like that, and you'll push him over the edge."

Orka snickered and lowered his feet onto the blanket. “I think the same could be said about you."

Flix lowered his gaze and noticed what his partner was looking at. “Ah, traitorous length!"

Orka repositioned himself and crawled over to Kaz's waist. Reaching down, the Chadra-Fan's cock made its second appearance. “You're not the only one having fun."

Orka lowered his hardening shaft until it pressed against Kaz's, the contrast in their sizes sparking waves of pleasure within him. Kaz's groans deepened as Orka began to rock his hips, their cocks engorging together and dripping copious juices that mingled on the human's chest. Orka soothed Kaz by kissing his stomach, his flat nose pressed against the human's skin, matted with sweat and a mix of scents.

In the cramped confines of the shipping crate, Kaz, his eyes closed, felt as if he were in a cocoon of boundless pleasure. The warmth of their breaths, mingled with the heat of their sweat-covered bodies pressed against him, made him realise he wouldn't last much longer. Opening his eyes, he noticed Flix's length bobbing in front of him. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and swallowed it.

“He's taken me!" Flix cried out lustfully.

Minds and bodies united by their common purpose, they sucked, rocked and moaned as they chased their climaxes once more. Caught off guard by Kaz's sudden action, Flix was the first to orgasm. Letting out a sharp cry, the Gozzo released a smaller stream of seed, which Kaz swallowed. Not far behind, Kaz and Orka followed, their voices joining in a chorus of ecstasy as their seed pooled across the human's chest.

Tired from his exertions, Orka flopped onto Kaz's torso, unperturbed by the sticky seed seeping through his fur and sandwiched between their sweaty bodies. They lay there for a few moments, savouring the afterglow. Flix was the first to stir, reaching up to press a button that released the seal on the lid.

The Gozzo turned to his companions. “Come on, let's get cleaned up."

---

The trio managed to enter the fresher without making a mess. After cleaning up, they dried off. Without fur or feathers, Kaz finished first. As he waited for the others, he thought about something Flix had said earlier.

“About your offer, Flix," he began.

Flix turned to him, his eyes filled with curiosity. “Did you have a question?"

Kaz wrapped a hand around his chest. “Did you say it just to make me feel better?"

Flix was about to respond when Orka stepped forward and placed a hand on Kaz's side. “Not just to make you feel better, but because we see something in you."

“Loyalty. Bravery. Kindness," Flix added, counting each one off on his fingers. “And you're kind of funny too."

“You're with us to the end, if you want," Orka said.

Tears threatened to escape from Kaz's eyes, and this time, he chose not to fight them.

“There, there," Orka said softly, running his hands along Kaz's arms. “Just let it out. We've got you."

Flix watched as Kaz hugged Orka tightly. Moments like this reminded him of one of the many qualities he admired in the Chadra-Fan: Orka wore his feelings on his sleeves and never shied away from helping his friends. At the same time, it made Flix feel guilty—he wished he had Orka's courage to reach out and help.

Flix's thoughts were interrupted when he noticed Orka's eyes locked on him. The Chadra-Fan's dark eyes gleamed, radiating warmth that reassured Flix. Orka reached out with one hand, drawing him closer.

“Orka's right; we've got you," Flix added, shedding his worries and insecurities as he embraced Kaz. “Welcome to the flock."

Kaz's sobbing stopped, and he glanced at Flix. “Flock?"

Flix offered a nervous smile. “Family and very close friends. Just the three of us."

Kaz wiped away the last of his tears. “Thank you, guys; I don't know how much I needed this."

“No problem, Kazzy," Orka said, smiling brightly.

After separating, they left the fresher to gather their clothes before heading to bed. As Kaz bent down to pick up his boots, Orka noticed something. “Kazzy, did you miss a spot?"

The Chadra-Fan pointed to Kaz's backside. Recognising what he was referring to, Kaz smirked. “Oh, that? It's a tattoo."

Kaz's gaze shifted as he too noticed something. “Wait, that symbol on your clothes…"

A familiar-looking logo was visible on the right back pocket of the Chadra-Fan's trousers and on Flix's belt.

“Grevel," they all said in unison before breaking into laughter—a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“I've had his mark on my jacket for a while, and on the Fireball as well," Kaz pointed out. “I'm not sure how you two haven't noticed it sooner."

Flix crossed his arms. “We don't pay much attention to people's backs, and we don't get close enough to any of the ships."

“Well, I guess we have some stories to exchange later," Orka added cheerfully.

Once the laughter died down, they finally made their way to bed. Turning off the light, Kaz lay down with Flix and Orka on either side of him. The Gozzo and Chadra-Fan reached across the human's torso, clasping hands as they felt the steady rise and fall of his chest. They glanced affectionately at the resting human.

“Well, would you look at that?" Orka murmured. “He's already asleep."

“It looks like he needed it," Flix added, stretching out his long limbs. “I could use some rest too."

“Me too," Orka said with a smirk. “Just a quick nap. Then we'll clean up the shop and see what's going on around the platform. Grevel's got a lot of explaining to do."

As Orka's voice trailed off, he closed his eyes and Flix joined him. For the rest of the night, they found comfort in each other; the troubles of the galaxy could wait until tomorrow.