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“What a day," Flix murmured, his voice drifting over the guardrail he leaned against.

Returning to his homeworld, Drahgor III, had always been daunting, but he hadn't anticipated just how difficult it would be. He expected some fallout—after all, he hadn't left his family on the best of terms. Mining fuel for the rest of his life had never appealed to him, and after one heated argument and a few choice words, he was gone. In hindsight, calling his cousins backwards had probably been a mistake.

Unsurprisingly, his return ruffled a few feathers. Swallowing his pride to beg for the fuel they needed had been humiliating enough, but what followed overshadowed even that. Learning that his cousins had broken generations-old tradition to pursue deep-core drilling was bad. Discovering that Karnex dragons were real turned a bad day into a disaster.

His cousin's foolhardiness had nearly cost him his life. Only through quick thinking and teamwork had they managed to save him—and return the dragons to their subterranean home. In gratitude, Flanx had agreed to share some of the flock's fuel reserves with them.

Flix exhaled deeply, his gaze sweeping across the horizon. Jagged rock spires pierced the thick yellow fog, casting eerie silhouettes in the pale light. In the distance, towering mountains loomed, their peaks swallowed by the ever-present haze. Farther out, lightning split the sky, briefly illuminating the murk in ghostly flashes.

His feelings hadn't changed since their arrival—he could barely recognise his planet anymore.

Lowering his gaze, Flix curled his talons. Beneath the rocky terrain and jagged peaks, creatures like the Karnex dragon thrived. Drahgor III was not as desolate as it appeared. He wondered if any of the other stories from the old Gozzo flocks he had heard as a hatchling held any truth.

Focusing on the present, Flix took comfort in knowing his cousins had learnt their lesson about the dangers of deep-core drilling. The beasts were sealed in their caves, hopefully never to be disturbed again. More importantly, they had all emerged from the encounter unscathed.

A gentle breeze ruffled his antennae and the red wattles hanging from either side of his beaked mouth. Flix raised a hand to shield his face and turned from the horizon.

“What're you looking at?"

Flix glanced back, his expression softening at the sight of Orka. “Oh, nothing. Just glad we'll be on our way soon."

Orka eyed him suspiciously. “You don't really mean that. I saw you talking with Flanx earlier. You two made up, didn't you?"

Flix found it intriguing and mildly frustrating that Orka could always see through him, no matter how evasive he tried to be. Realising there was no point in dodging the issue, he faced it head-on.

“We did," he admitted, crossing his arms. “After we dealt with the dragons, we had a good talk."

Orka smiled, and—much to Flix's relief—didn't press further. “That's good," he said, his voice laced with amusement. “You'll have to tell me more about those dragons later. I only caught a glimpse before Kaz saved your feathered behind."

Flix huffed. “For your information, I was quite heroic," he said. “You might not be so cheery when I tell you all the grisly details."

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed movement. Shifting his gaze to their shuttle, he spotted Kaz and CB-23 descending the access ramp.

Orka followed his line of sight and smirked. “We can save that for when we're safely aboard the Colossus."

He turned to leave, but Flix raised a hand. “Wait—where do you think you're going?"

Orka stopped and shot him a knowing look. “I know that look, Flix. You want to talk to him alone. Go on, don't let me stop you."

Before Flix could object, Orka chuckled and strolled towards Kaz and CB-23, leaving him standing there, arms lowering in exasperation. His intent had been far too obvious.

“He can be unbelievable sometimes," Flix muttered under his breath.

Then again, that's one of the reasons I love him.

Shaking off his frustration, Flix turned his attention to Orka, watching as his Chadra-Fan partner spoke with Kaz. The moment the human glanced his way, Flix knew exactly what Orka had done. He made a mental note to repay him for meddling—later.

As Orka wandered off with CB-23, Flix took a steadying breath and composed himself. Kaz approached, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

“Hey, Flix," Kaz said, his tone relaxed and carefree. “Orka said you wanted to talk."

Flix pressed his fingertips together, lowered his head slightly and met Kaz's gaze. “Yes, that's right. I wanted to thank you for everything today."

Kaz tilted his head, a hint of confusion crossing his face. Sensing this, Flix continued. “Despite my cousin's feelings about the dragons, you stood by me."

“You don't need to thank me," Kaz said, waving the thought away.

“But I do," Flix insisted. “You could have sided with him, played along to gain his favour and secure the fuel we needed—but you didn't. And that's not all."

He stepped closer. “When we were on the lift, you kept your cool. If you hadn't slowed it down and told us to jump…" Flix's voice cracked, and he shook his head. “Not to mention how you saved Flanx from the dragon."

Kaz recalled the moment. One of the Karnex dragons had seized Flanx in its jaws. Following the creature into its den, they found him trapped in its maw, struggling to keep it pried open. A few well-placed shots from Kaz's blaster forced the dragon to release its grip, allowing Flanx to escape.

Kaz offered a warm smile. “I wouldn't be able to call myself your friend if I hadn't done anything."

Flix's eyes shimmered at the deliberate choice of words—they echoed what Orka had said to Kaz after the human confided in them about the loss of his homeworld.

“I… I don't know what to say," Flix murmured, lowering his gaze as his dark eyes welled up.

Kaz reached out, gently taking the Gozzo's hands. Flix looked up, meeting his eyes.

“You don't need to say anything," Kaz said.

A lightness washed over Flix, as though a great burden had been lifted from his feathered shoulders. His usual wit and charm crept back into his voice. “Let's see how they're doing with the fuel."

---

Kaz and Flix joined their companions, watching as several fuel containers were carefully manoeuvred out of the refinery. Flanx and his flock worked efficiently, guiding the containers into place beside their shuttle. One of them operated the crane, preparing to lift the tanks onto the vessel's roof, where they would magnetically lock into place.

As Flix's cousins worked, Flanx turned to him. “I know you're in a hurry, but there's something important we need to discuss. It can't wait." He shot a glance at Orka and Kaz. “And it concerns these two as well."

Kaz met Torra's eyes, reading the unspoken message in her gaze. She smiled, hands on her hips. “Go on," she said. “I'll stay with CB-23 and get the shuttle ready."

Kaz returned her smile, grateful and relieved. “Thanks, Torra."

CB-23 beeped in agreement, signalling she would stay with Torra to assist with the final preparations. Their arrival on the planet hadn't been smooth—the storm they passed through had knocked out a vertical stabiliser, and she suspected that wasn't the only damage.

Once Flix's cousins finished loading the tanks onto the shuttle, Flix, Orka and Kaz followed the Gozzo flock towards the refinery. A knot of anxiety tightened in Flix's stomach. He had assumed they would leave immediately after collecting the fuel, yet that clearly wasn't the case. Part of him berated himself for not speaking up when he had the chance; the other part was curious about what Flanx deemed important enough to delay them.

“Don't worry, cousin," Flanx said, cutting through Flix's thoughts. “Trust me, there's no reason to be so nervous."

Flix's eyes narrowed, his hands clenching. He was ready to challenge his cousin's cheerful remark, but it was too late. They had reached the refinery's entrance—there was no turning back. Taking a steadying breath, he followed the group inside.

They stepped into a vast, circular atrium—the heart of the facility. Intricately designed beams arched overhead, supporting the high ceiling. A durasteel gangway encircled the space, with doors leading to other sections of the refinery. At its centre, workstations and lounging areas intertwined haphazardly. Active consoles and holoscreens flickered among padded, semi-circular sofas, cluttered with datapads, tools and discarded clothing.

Most of it was just as Flix remembered—though messier than he recalled.

“Brings back memories, doesn't it?" Flanx said, stepping up beside him.

“Yes, it does," Flix said. “Though I wonder what Uncle Floog would make of the mess?"

“Why don't you ask him yourself, nephew?" a voice called nearby.

All eyes turned. Flix nearly jumped out of his feathers as a figure rose from the seating area—an older Gozzo, dressed in an elaborate red jacket that exuded authority.

“You seem surprised to see me," Floog added, strolling over with his hands clasped behind his back.

Realising he had been staring, Flix quickly straightened. “Sorry, Uncle. Flanx told us you had retired—I assumed you would be elsewhere."

Floog let out a booming laugh. “And where else would you expect me to be?" His gaze flicked to Flanx, who instinctively shrank under its weight.

Flix's embarrassment shifted to relief. “Too true, Uncle. You've always liked this place," he added, gesturing with a sweep of his hands.

Floog smirked. “This place is my pride and joy, my home. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." He turned to Orka and Kaz, his dark eyes glinting with curiosity. “A Chadra-Fan and a human. Most interesting."

Stepping forward, Floog's talons drummed on the metal floor. His gaze lingered on Orka before shifting to his nephew. “Is this your partner?"

Tapping his fingertips together, Flix nodded. “Yes, Uncle, this is my partner, Orka."

Floog turned again, his eyes narrowing on Kaz. “And who might you be?"

“I'm Kazuda Xiono. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Kaz snapped to attention, offering his hand to the older Gozzo.

Floog eyed the human's gloved hand before shaking it. “The pleasure is mine, Kazuda. As you've likely gathered, I am Floog—uncle to this unruly lot."

The Gozzo's nephews dipped their heads in deference, yielding to Floog's authority. The older Gozzo turned to Orka and extended his hand. “A pleasure to meet you too, Orka."

“Likewise," Orka said, shaking the Floog's hand while suppressing a smirk at the amusing spectacle unfolding around him.

With the introductions complete, they took their seats around a table.

Floog turned to Flix. “How's your mother doing?"

“She's fine," Flix said automatically, crossing his arms. “Orka and I visited her on Talivar not long ago."

The conversation quickly devolved into a back-and-forth between the two Gozzos. Floog's rapid-fire questions almost felt like an interrogation, with Flix rising to the challenge with equal gusto. Kaz and Orka exchanged a glance, both thinking the same thing: while Floog was eager to catch up with Flix, this was no social visit.

“I don't mean to be rude," Kaz interjected, raising his voice to cut through the frantic exchange. “But we need to be on our way soon."

Floog turned to the human. “Of course, my apologies," he said, not the least bit offended. “When you reach my age, life seems to slow down and you start taking things at a different pace."

The older Gozzo's expression shifted to something more serious. “I'm up to speed on what happened at the drill site. Fleck filled me in on all the details." Floog's gaze locked onto Kaz. “I especially heard about what you did."

A hint of a smile crossed the human's face. Floog turned to address his guests. “I asked Flanx to bring you here for two reasons. The first is to thank you. If you hadn't come, I shudder to think what could have happened to my dear nephews." He paused, sensing the concern in the eyes around him. “The second reason is to welcome you into our family flock."

Flanx, Flobb, Fleck and Fleez gasped in surprise before bursting into excited chatter. Kaz's eyes widened, and he turned to Orka, hoping the Chadra-Fan understood what was going on. Unfortunately, Orka appeared just as baffled as he was.

To their shared relief, Flix steered them back on course. “What do you intend to do, Uncle?"

Floog stood. “Follow me. We will continue this in the nesting room."

---

Floog led the group through a door out of the atrium, guiding them deeper into the refinery. The industrial sprawl of pipes and durasteel continued, the air thick with the acrid tang of fuel and the distant thrum of machinery. They navigated a series of narrow, winding corridors, dimly lit by overhead lights, before stopping at a reinforced door.

Reaching into his jacket, Floog fished out a datacard and slotted it into the access panel. With a confirming beep, the door hissed open, revealing the Gozzo nesting room. They stepped inside, their eyes adjusting to the ambient glow. The lighting, calibrated to mimic the soft hues of dawn and dusk, bathed the chamber in warm tranquillity.

The room was expansive, its high ceilings reinforced with durasteel beams. Sturdy wooden perches lined the walls, catering to the Gozzo's natural roosting habits. In one corner, a cluster of semi-circular nesting pods was arranged. Crafted from a blend of synthetic materials and natural fibres, the pods replicated the texture of traditional nests while offering greater durability.

A sand-like material covered the floor, soft yet firm underfoot. Overhead, a filtration system emitted a low hum, ensuring the air remained clean. At the heart of the room stood a nesting pod several times larger than the rest.

“Flanx, you and the others can tend to Kazuda here," Floog commanded, his voice firm yet measured. He turned to Flix and Orka. “I need some time alone with these two."

Floog led Flix and Orka to the far side of the room. A sudden sense of isolation gripped Kaz as he watched them disappear from view, and his pulse quickened. He froze when a yellow-fingered hand gently landed on his shoulder.

“Don't worry, Kaz," Flanx said, his voice warm and reassuring. “I promise we won't bite. You're safe with us."

The other Gozzos nodded in agreement.

Flanx gestured for Kaz to follow, leading him towards the central nesting pod. As Kaz settled onto the soft, synthetic down, he was struck by the unexpected cosiness of the space. A gentle warmth spread around his loins—likely from a built-in heating system maintaining an optimal temperature.

“I don't think I've properly introduced you to my flock," Flanx added, his voice tinged with eager excitement.

Kaz appreciated the gesture. Distinguishing one Gozzo from another was no easy task. “Maybe it'll be easier if I go first," he suggested.

“Splendid idea! Let's do that," Flanx agreed enthusiastically.

Kaz turned to the other Gozzos. “I'm Kazuda Xiono, but you can call me Kaz."

“Hi Kaz," the trio responded in unison.

Flanx approached one of the Gozzos and placed a hand on their shoulder. “This is Flobb."

“It's nice to meet you, Kaz," Flobb said, his voice gravelly and deeper than Flanx's or Flix's.

Flanx withdrew his hand and moved to the next Gozzo. “This is Fleck."

“Hello, and thanks again for saving Flanx," Fleck said, his voice higher-pitched and slightly abrasive.

Flanx smirked, resisting the urge to swat Fleck for mentioning his recent brush with danger. Instead, he moved to the final member of the trio.

“And last, but certainly not least—Fleez," Flanx finished.

“Hi."

Of the group, Fleez stood out the most. His voice was the highest-pitched, and his feathers—slightly off-colour, not the usual cloud white—set him apart from the rest of his flock. Yet Kaz's attention was drawn to something else: Fleez's posture betrayed his timidity.

Visor down. Hands clenched tightly against his body. Far less talkative than the others…

Flanx clasped his hands together. “Now that we're all properly acquainted, we should get started. You have a ship to return to, and we have a quota to meet."

Kaz hesitated. “What exactly are we going to do?"

Flanx exchanged a knowing glance with his fellow Gozzos before turning to Kaz. “First, I'll thank you for what you've done for us today. And, as Uncle Floog said, we'll welcome you into our flock."

Kaz stifled a smile. The conversation mirrored his earlier one with Flix, yet the contrast between the two Gozzos was striking. While Flix had been reserved, hesitant to express his feelings, Flanx was far more open, unburdened by such restraint.

“Your actions today are reason enough to welcome you into our flock," Flanx continued. “But Flix also mentioned that you're close with him and his partner. Who'd have guessed my cousin would be so… kinky? Then again, he did want to be a cantina singer."

The other Gozzos chuckled in agreement. As the laughter subsided, Flanx continued. “Since Floog will be welcoming Orka into the flock, it's up to us to welcome you." He extended a hand. “What do you say, Kaz? Ready to have fun like a Gozzo?"

Kaz gulped. Flanx's words felt like a final chance to back out, but he pushed the thought aside. He didn't want to offend his Gozzo hosts—their fuel would keep the Colossus running, after all.

Forcing a nervous smile, he shook Flanx's hand before quickly pulling away. “What do I need to do?"

Flanx's dark eyes brightened. “Leave everything to us."

Flobb and Fleck stepped forward, hands outstretched. Realising their intent, Kaz stood still, not resisting as they began undressing him. Their eyes widened with curiosity, yet their touch remained measured and respectful. Flobb focused on Kaz's upper half while Fleck dealt with the lower half. They passed Kaz's garments to Fleez, who folded them meticulously before setting them aside.

Flanx crossed his arms, watching with pride as his flock stripped Kaz down to his underpants. All eyes turned to the obvious bulge beneath the fabric, which stretched outward, highlighting the outline of Kaz's package, with a faint damp spot at its peak.

Just as Fleck reached for it to see what the human was packing, Flanx intervened. “Hold on a sec," he said, stepping forward. “Let me handle this."

Fleck obeyed without question, stepping aside to let Flanx through. Flanx removed his helmet, his antennae snapping upright, before peeling off the utility vest from his feathery torso. Around him, his fellow Gozzo followed suit.

“I can't say I've ever done something like this with a human before," Flanx remarked, his voice smooth, though a hint of uncertainty lingered beneath his confident tone. “But I know what I need to do first."

Reaching out, Flanx extended a finger tipped with a sharp nail, slipped it under the band of Kaz's underpants and yanked them down. Kaz's manhood popped out, bobbing before the curious gaze of the Gozzo flock.

“Ooo, ahhh," they cooed, their voices a mixture of awe and surprise.

They were familiar with their own species' breeding tool, but this was the first time they had seen a human's penis in such detail. The sight exceeded their expectations.

Kaz felt self-conscious under the weight of so many curious eyes. Yet, knowing he was bringing such joy to Flanx and his flock sent a surge of pleasure through him, causing his arousal to grow and harden.

“It's getting bigger!" Flobb called out, pointing at Kaz's cock with his index finger.

“Of course it is," Fleck added.

Ignoring them, Flanx removed Kaz's underpants and passed the final garment to Fleez. “There we go," Flanx said. “Take a seat, Kaz."

Slightly embarrassed, though obviously excited, Kaz obeyed. As his bare buttocks touched the downy surface, the heat from the nest massaged his skin.

“Cousins," Flanx continued, slipping into his role as boss. “Warm him up."

A blur of white, feathery forms suddenly enveloped Kaz's field of vision. Flobb and Fleck were the first to reach him.

“Ooh, can I?" Flobb asked in a deep, excited voice, turning to his fellow Gozzo.

“Yeah, go ahead," Fleck said with a smirk. “There's plenty of him to go around."

Flobb repositioned himself, lying on his soft, feathery belly, dark eyes marvelling at the human's cock. The shaft was thicker than his, a comfortable size, with a pair of ball sacks dangling beneath it.

Without hesitation, Flobb wrapped his yellow fingers around Kaz's shaft, sighing at the warmth radiating from it. With practiced ease, he stroked it tenderly, setting a steady tempo. His tongue lapped the edges of his beak as precum dribbled from the human's tip.

Fleck assumed a similar position to Flobb. Rather than focus on Kaz's shaft, he reached for the human's balls. The Gozzo's nimble fingers encircled the pendulous orbs, groping and rolling them, testing their weight and heft. Kaz let out an involuntary groan, closing his eyes, ready to surrender to the Gozzo's touch, until a pair of coarse hands fondled his chest.

Kaz's eyes snapped open. Fleez was kneeling over his stomach. The sight of the flock's most timid member in such an intimate position shocked Kaz. The Gozzo ran the palms of his four-fingered hands across Kaz's chest, in awe of the smoothness of the human's skin and the contours of his body. The tips of his sharp fingernails traced Kaz's flesh with just the right pressure, making him gasp in pleasure.

Kaz lifted his head, and their gazes met. Fleez stopped. “Oh no, am I doing it wrong?"

Kaz smiled. “No, you're doing great, Fleez."

His comment erased the doubt from the Gozzo's face. Fleez resumed, his actions—and those of his companions—eliciting more moans from Kaz. Growing in confidence, Fleez became drawn to the human's nipples. He circled them, and Kaz's moans deepened. Emboldened by the response, Fleez tweaked and squeezed them with the tips of his fingers and thumb, and Kaz came undone under his touch.

Despite the intense stimulation, Kaz expected to be driven to the brink of climax, yet it didn't happen. Flobb and Fleck's strokes stirred him enough to quicken his pulse, but not enough to push him towards orgasm. Even Fleez, with his tentative touches, knew how to restrain himself. Their actions felt more like a massage than sex or foreplay.

Before Kaz succumbed to their ministrations, a hand settled on his shoulder. He looked up to see Flanx, who appeared pleased with how things were progressing.

“Feeling good, are we?" Flanx asked, his voice tinged with mischief. The answer was obvious. “Well, I think it's time you showed me some of your deep-core drilling."

Flanx's comment drew raucous laughter from the other Gozzos, signalling the start of the main event. Fleez rose on his gangly legs and stepped aside. Fleck gave Kaz's scrotum one final grope before withdrawing. Flobb lowered his beak quickly, flicking his thin tongue across the human's tip. He tasted a droplet of precum, humming in delight before moving aside.

Kaz was ready to sit up when Flanx straddled his midriff, bending his lanky legs so his plush, feathery stomach pressed against Kaz's belly.

“Time to make it official, Kaz," Flanx said cheerfully, his excitement palpable. “Fleez, guide him in; I'm ready."

Blocked by Flanx, Kaz couldn't see as Fleez hurried behind him. Moving onto his belly, Fleez reached out and wrapped his fingers around Kaz's erect shaft. Careful not to get any of the human's precum on his fingers, he worked quickly, angling Kaz's length and guiding it into Flanx's white tail feathers.

Kaz almost laughed as his shaft was tickled by the sea of feathers surrounding it. The laughter stopped when he felt the tip press against something—Flanx's entrance.

“Good job, Fleez, you found the spot," Flanx said, chuckling lightly.

“Thanks, Flanx," Fleez said, releasing Kaz's length and moving aside.

Flanx turned to Kaz. “Looks like you've hit a pocket there," he said in a low, alluring voice. “Flix isn't here. How about you drill a bit deeper?" he added in a sultry tone. “I promise you won't find any nasty dragons."

Kaz wasn't sure whether to shake his head or laugh. Hearing Flanx speak like this reminded him of Grevel's feedback about needing to work on his 'dirty talk'. While Kaz didn't believe he would ever master it, he saw the potential benefits. His cock throbbed, and he trembled in anticipation.

In the end, Kaz did nothing as the tip of his cock probed Flanx's entrance. He groaned, expecting the Gozzo's ring of muscle to clench and resist, but it stretched easily. Kaz's cock popped in, sinking several inches into Flanx. The pressure of the Gozzo's walls hugging his manhood and the feathers tickling his balls was unlike anything he had experienced before.

There was no time to relax. Kaz noticed Flanx wasn't the only Gozzo eager to get involved. Looking around, he spotted fleshy rods jutting from Flobb and Fleck's feathers. Kaz didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he suspected the Gozzos might have been closer than an ordinary flock—though perhaps it was just his imagination playing tricks on him.

---

Floog led Flix and Orka to his private nest, though the younger Gozzo hardly seemed to notice. Flix, who rarely found himself flustered, was experiencing one of those rare exceptions. Only now did he realise just how on edge he had been.

Reuniting with Flanx had been tense from the outset. The moment their eyes met, there was an immediate clash. More than that, in the presence of Uncle Floog, Flix felt like a hatchling again—submissive to the older Gozzo, his usual sassy nature completely subdued.

As Flix struggled to calm himself and process his emotions, Floog's attention remained fixed on Orka.

“You and my nephew run a parts shop?" Floog asked, his voice laced with interest. “You must encounter some… interesting people."

Orka grinned. “Yeah, you could say that," he said, rubbing the back of his head. “Though business has taken a back seat recently."

Floog's nest, like the others scattered around the room, was simple yet distinct. Unlike the others, it was slightly larger, with a curved roof that provided comfort and privacy. The interior shared the same downy texture as the others, but Orka noticed something more—personal effects, ranging from holopics to small trinkets, lined the walls, offering a glimpse into the Gozzo's character.

Floog's cheerful façade tightened as he crossed his arms. “Yes, I'm aware of the First Order and the threat they pose. That's one of the reasons I'm still here."

Orka mirrored the Gozzo's expression. “You're protecting what matters most to you."

Floog nodded. “It's not that I don't trust Flanx; it's just that he can be so carefree and single-minded. He tends to miss the bigger picture and takes unnecessary risks."

His gaze shifted from Orka to Flix, a smile returning as he recognised the familiar expression on the younger Gozzo's face. “Don't you agree, nephew?"

Flix blinked, his uncle's words snapping him out of his thoughts. “Agree with what, Uncle?"

Floog chuckled. “Don't worry about it." He exhaled, turning to Orka. “As much as I would like to continue this conversation, we don't have the luxury of time."

Orka studied him, trying to anticipate the older Gozzo's next move. Flix had a feeling he knew what Floog would say—and he wasn't wrong. Floog raised an open hand towards his nephew.

“Explain to Orka how we Gozzo do things," he said, his smooth, deep voice dripping with barely contained excitement.

Orka turned to Flix, who stood with his arms raised, eyes darting as though searching for a way out. Sensing his partner's unease, Orka placed a reassuring hand on Flix's leg. The tender touch caused Flix to lower his arms and glance down at Orka.

The Chadra-Fan's lips stretched into a wide grin. “I'm with you, all the way, no matter what."

Orka's jovial tone eased the last of Flix's doubts. If he could blush, he would have. Taking a deep breath to centre himself, Flix finally responded to his uncle's request. “My uncle wishes to… examine you… to make sure you're right for me."

Orka's grin widened. “Oh, if that's what he wants, why didn't you say so?"

Without hesitation, the Chadra-Fan began to undress. Orka's swift decision caught Flix by surprise. They had yet to discuss the intricacies of Gozzo courtship and mating rituals. Their relationship had always been about living together in the moment, not dwelling on such matters. Visiting Flix's mother on Talivar had been the closest they had come to a milestone—a simple, home-cooked meal and light conversation. This, however, was on an entirely different scale.

Floog watched with growing excitement as Orka removed his leather harness, then peeled off his shirt and shorts. He knew some Chadra-Fan travelled entirely naked, so Orka's lack of modesty or concern was no surprise.

Orka unceremoniously dropped his clothes to one side, standing proudly and unashamed in all his naked glory, his gaze fixed on Floog.

“You have quite the robust form," Floog remarked, stepping closer to examine the Chadra-Fan.

“Hah, robust—that's a new one," Orka said with an appreciative chuckle, glancing at Flix. “Add that to the list, Flix."

Perched nervously nearby, Flix remained silent, watching closely. Orka's smile faltered. Before he could act, Floog closed in.

“Do you mind if I touch you?" Floog asked.

Orka tilted his head in confusion before sensing the Gozzo's intent. “Yeah, sure. Go ahead."

Though he longed to go to Flix's side and comfort him, Orka remained rooted to the spot, his paw pads pressed flat against the downy surface, toes twitching as he breathed deeply through his four nostrils. He was doing this for Flix. It was important. He couldn't let his partner—and lover—down.

Floog reached out, taking Orka's hand and studying the palm with a critical eye, noting its lighter hue before running his fingers up Orka's arm.

“I can see why my nephew is attracted to you, Orka," Floog added in a low, almost sensual tone. “You may be small, but you've got muscle where it counts—and a healthy gut to boot."

Floog's fingers traced Orka's fur-covered torso, gliding from his chest to his stomach. Bending his long, spindly legs, the Gozzo settled on the Chadra-Fan's midriff. “A sheath—that's useful." Floog mused.

The Gozzo lifted his gaze to Orka's head, cupping the Chadra-Fan's chin delicately. He stroked his fingers through Orka's beard before locking eyes with him. “You're quite the handsome hunk, Orka."

“Thanks. Not to rush you, but…" Orka began.

Floog gave Orka's pudgy stomach a playful pat. “My apologies, you're right—darn my curiosity."

“So, do I pass your… inspection?" Orka asked, casting a sidelong glance at Flix.

Floog rose to his full height. “With flying colours, my friend. Though your body isn't the reason for my approval."

“Then why?"

“Your willingness to do this for Flix, to let this old Gozzo indulge his whims, tells me all I need to know. You are more than worthy of Flix's companionship." He turned to Flix. “Nephew, you have chosen well."

Overwhelmed and relieved by his uncle's response, Flix moved to Orka's side. The two held hands, gazing at each other with adoration and relief. Floog raised a hand to his beaked mouth and cleared his throat, catching their attention.

“To welcome Orka into our family flock, he must mate in the presence of its members," Floog explained. “On that note, let's see how the others are getting on…"

Floog pressed a button on a nearby console, activating a holoscreen that displayed the nesting room. The image zoomed in, focusing on the central nest, where an orgy was well underway. Kaz lay on his back, with Flanx energetically bouncing on top of him, while the human stroked Flobb and Fleck's shafts. Fleez sat cross-legged behind Kaz's head, one hand brushing the human's cheek, the other running through his hair.

Fleez's antennae twitched, and he glanced up at the camera, offering a quick wave. His beaked mouth moved rapidly, drawing the attention of the other Gozzos. They looked up and gave a thumbs-up before returning their focus to Kaz.

“Looks like Flanx and the others have gotten started—and they're very satisfied with the newest member of our flock," Floog said cheerfully. “Let's not keep them waiting."

He turned to Flix. “Nephew… Flix…You know what needs to be done."

Flix's dark eyes widened as the realisation struck him—and he wasn't the only one.

“You can do it, Flix," Orka said. “It's not like you haven't wanted this."

Flix gulped. Orka was right. Throughout their relationship, he had repeatedly voiced his desire to put the Chadra-Fan in his place. After all, turnabout was fair play, yet he had never followed through for one reason or another. Today, he couldn't afford to fail. Reflecting on his earlier conversation with Orka, this was the perfect opportunity to get one over on the Chadra-Fan.

Under his uncle's watchful eye, Flix summoned all his courage.

“Lie down, Orka," Flix commanded, his voice firm. He removed his belt and goggles, setting them aside.

Orka grinned broadly and obeyed, glancing up at his partner with unrestrained glee. “Whatever you say, Flix. I'm all yours, only yours."

Flix's tapered length glistened as it jutted from his feathers, quivering in anticipation. Driven by instinct to claim the Chadra-Fan and consummate their relationship, Flix crawled over to Orka and knelt between his legs. His pulse quickened, emotions jangling in his head as he grasped Orka's legs and hoisted them.

Looming over Orka, Flix guided the tip of his cock between the Chadra-Fan's butt cheeks. Flix shivered as his cockhead pressed against Orka's pucker. Suddenly, the enormity of the situation dawned on him. This was an official Gozzo mating ritual. By pressing forward—quite literally—he would make Orka his life partner and a member of his family's flock. That meant any member of the flock could call upon the Chadra-Fan for help, just as they had sought the flock's assistance for fuel earlier.

“Flix, you still in there?" Orka asked softly.

Snapped out of his thoughts, Flix focused on Orka, who gazed at him adoringly. “I'm here, Orka."

“This is it, isn't it?" Orka asked. “The next step."

Orka seemed to understand, just as Flix did, the significance of this moment. Flix caressed his partner's leg. “It is."

Flix crawled over Orka, his long, thin shaft pressing against the Chadra-Fan's girth. Their pre-seminal fluids intermingled as Orka reached up, lifting Flix's head and pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you, Flix."

Flix's heart fluttered. He leaned in closer. “I love you too, Orka."

Orka withdrew, stuck out his tongue and pressed it against Flix's beaked mouth, which opened without resistance. Their tongues danced, tasting each other's saliva as they expressed their love in a kiss. Eyes closed, pleasures heightened, arousal building—there was no turning back.

Satisfied, Orka opened his eyes, pulled back with a cheeky grin and lay down again, ready for the inevitable. “Take me, Flix," he said, mustering all his charisma to intensify the passion. “Make me yours—and only yours."

That was all the encouragement Flix needed. Filled with love—and a fair amount of lust—Flix didn't hesitate. “I should make you beg more often."

There was no time for Orka to offer a witty retort as Flix's precum-covered cock parted the Chadra-Fan's puckered entrance easily. The last vestiges of his body's resistance evaporated as an inch of Gozzo meat parted his walls. Despite his lack of girth, Flix had plenty of reach. The Gozzo's shaft snaked deep into Orka, who groaned at the sensation of another's masculinity sinking into his depths. This was a first for both of them: Flix topping, Orka bottoming.

“That's it, Flix," Orka said, almost breathless. “I can feel you spreading me open."

Shivering, Flix paused to let Orka get accustomed to being filled with several inches of Gozzo cock. “You feel so good around me."

Holding that position, Flix revelled in his newfound position. Heavenly, exquisite, euphoric—he found no difficulty expressing his feelings. Mounting Orka, he watched as the Chadra-Fan's paws clutched the downy surface. Orka clenched down on him, struggling to suppress a groan. As much as Flix wanted to bask in these sensations, a primal voice urged him to surrender to his instincts.

This was his chance to breed the Chadra-Fan, to unload enough cum to father a brood of fanlings. Or, more likely, to leave Orka's tailhole gaping and leaking with his creamy essence. As tempting as it was, Flix resisted. He loved Orka with all his heart and wanted to savour their lovemaking. Perhaps next time, he could indulge in some lewd kinks and have the Chadra-Fan at his mercy.

“Come on, Flix, I can take it," Orka said huskily, flashing him a grin.

“Oh, if you're that desperate, maybe you should ask a different way," Flix said, wriggling his body, his length scraping against the Chadra-Fan's walls, eliciting unbridled moans from Orka.

Flix noticed Orka's neglected manhood, semi-erect and leaking copious amounts of juices over the Chadra-Fan's crotch. He was enjoying this, and warmth bloomed in the Gozzo's body. Flix pulled his hips back, his engorged length throbbing as he left only the tip within, before rocking forward. Finally, Flix's length was sheathed within Orka, his feathery body pressed against his partner's rump.

Orka moaned, and Flix ceased the banter. Flix's eyes lowered, and he saw where they were connected. It was impossible to tell where he ended and Orka began. Lost in the urgency of their union, the only things that existed in the galaxy at that moment were each other.

Floog watched in silence as they moved as one. The older Gozzo leaned back, arms crossed, observing them. His manhood threatened to make an appearance, but experience and self-control kept it at bay. He was here to witness this important moment, not to participate—not yet, anyway.

As Flix drove into his Chadra-Fan mate with increasing intensity, and Orka bucked his hips to meet him, Floog took a different kind of pleasure. The last time he had seen Flix, the Gozzo was in a sorry state—struggling to fit in and uncertain of his place in the galaxy. As painful as it had been to watch him leave, Floog believed it was for the best.

Seeing him now, Floog felt vindicated. Flix was still Flix, and he was truly happy. A smirk crossed Floog's face as he turned to the holoscreen. Flanx and the others were ramping things up. He wondered whether they would finish before Flix was done with Orka.

---

It was like an out-of-body experience for Kaz. Lying on his back, memories of his time with Kragan and his gang aboard the Galleon resurfaced, though this time, things were different. Instead of lying on a cold metal table, Kaz found himself nestled in a soft, downy nest, with Flanx bouncing on his lap, his erection buried deep in the Gozzo's backside.

Kaz expected the Gozzo to be tight and to proceed slowly, but neither was true. Flanx's rear passage felt like silk as it swallowed his length to the root, seeking to drive deeper to the Gozzo's core. Not satisfied with just experiencing the joys of penetration, Flanx stroked his own length with one hand, the other placed flat on Kaz's chest for balance.

Around him, Kaz pumped Flobb and Fleck's cocks as they caressed the human's arms. The Gozzos's croons filled his ears, and the heady musk of sex filled his nose. Behind him, Fleez's fingers trailed across his face and hair. Heart racing, blood tingling and sweat beading on his brow, Kaz knew he wouldn't last much longer.

“Guys, I'm getting close," he said, struggling to keep his voice steady.

Flobb and Fleck were also on the verge of completion, and the latter realised their problem. “Oh no, we didn't get the condoms!"

“We can't make a mess!" Flobb added. “Kaz needs to go, and it took ages to clean the nest the last time we—"

Before they could finish, Kaz had an idea. “Flobb, Fleck, which of you is closest to bursting?"

Surprised by the human's awareness, Fleck perked up. “I think I am."

Kaz released Fleck's shaft. “Come over here; I have an idea." Kaz stopped stroking Flobb's cock and turned to the other Gozzo. “Flobb, close your eyes."

Shaft pulsating, on the brink of climaxing, Fleck crawled over to Kaz. Turning his head, Kaz opened his mouth and swallowed Fleck's shaft. “Oh my!" Fleck cried out.

The Gozzo climaxed, firing several jets of milky seed, which Kaz dutifully swallowed. Licking his lips, he withdrew from Fleck, the Gozzo falling back on his feathered behind, arms splayed out.

Kaz turned to Flobb. “Flobb, you can open your eyes. Crawl over to me—it's your turn."

Flobb obeyed, and Kaz grasped the other Gozzo's length, angling it towards his mouth, which opened just as Flobb reached his peak. The Gozzo squawked something in his native tongue as he spurted his seed into Kaz's mouth. Kaz swallowed, almost coughing in the process, but managed to avoid making a mess.

As the flow slowed, Kaz wiped his mouth and stuck out his tongue, lapping up the last salty droplets of the Gozzo's discharge. Sated and exhausted, Flobb fell back, ending up in a similar state to Fleck.

Unable to contain his own pleasure, Kaz cried out, firing his own contribution into Flanx, painting the Gozzo's bowels.

“So that's what it really feels like," Flanx gasped, his thin tongue dangling from his beaked mouth. The fullness from the human's cock within him was one thing; being filled with his seed was another. The barrage of sensations was too much for him, and the Gozzo's dark eyes widened. “I think I'm going to blow!"

Knowing where Flanx's seed would land if he didn't act fast, Kaz quickly reached out, lifting Flanx and rolling him onto his back. Kaz pulled his hips back; his cock popped free, and he covered it with his hand. Kaz moved onto his stomach, batting Flanx's hand away from his manhood and replacing it with his mouth.

Flanx let out a louder squawk than Flobb as the human's mouth engulfed him. The warmth and suction of Kaz's mouth were overwhelming. Flanx ejaculated, and the human swallowed another mouthful of Gozzo cum. Breathing through his nose, Kaz drained Flanx of his seed. After milking him dry, Kaz released it and the appendage glistened in the low light, not a single drop of semen remaining. Flanx panted, his head spinning, unsure of exactly what had just occurred.

Fleez watched, his beaked mouth agape in astonishment, as Kaz sat back, wiping his mouth and panting. Fleck, Flobb and Flanx lay around him, all lost in bliss. Beneath Fleez's feathered body, his shaft had emerged, but he resisted the urge. Unbeknownst to Flanx and the others, Floog had tasked him with overseeing them to ensure everything went smoothly.

With the task now complete, Fleez wondered how Floog would reward him later. He glanced up at the camera, wondering whether Floog had enjoyed the show and if his group had finished yet.

---

In Floog's private nest, Flix knew he wouldn't last much longer. Orka's tightness around his length spurred him on, and he knew resisting was futile. Their cries harmonised as the Chadra-Fan rocked his body to meet Flix's thrusts in perfect rhythm. Not wanting to be left out, Orka's hand wrapped around his shaft, rubbing in sync with Flix's movements.

“Orka, I'm getting close," Flix said, his voice betraying just how near he was to climaxing.

Orka chuckled, gazing into Flix's dark eyes. “Give it to me, Flix. Give me everything you've got."

Those words tipped Flix over the edge. With one final thrust, the Gozzo sheathed himself fully inside the Chadra-Fan, stilling as he climaxed. Closing his eyes, Flix imagined his precious seed filling Orka's insides—thick, potent Gozzo seed desperate to fertilise an egg it would never find.

“Oh yeah, woah, you're really filling me up," Orka murmured. One hand continued to stroke his length, the other teasing his nipples. “I'm gonna cum too."

Floog watched the holoscreen as Kaz handled Fleck, Flobb and Flanx single-handedly. Realising the reasons behind the human's actions and understanding what was about to unfold, Floog decided to follow suit. Crawling to Orka's side, he placed a hand on the Chadra-Fan's.

Startled, Orka glanced at him, watching as the older Gozzo winked at him and stroked his hand. No words were exchanged, but the Chadra-Fan understood the message. Floog withdrew his hand, and Orka did the same. Without hesitation, Floog leaned down and took Orka's shaft into his beaked mouth.

Orka grunted, reaching his peak. He closed his eyes, firing several ropes of his seed into the Gozzo's beak. Floog swallowed it carefully, ensuring no spillage on his feathers or wattles. Once the Chadra-Fan was spent, Floog pulled back, licking the last drops of cum from his beak.

“Was that part of the ritual, Uncle?" Flix asked, a hint of irritation and sarcasm lacing his voice.

Floog smirked, glancing at his nephew. “No, I did it to spare Orka the trouble of messing up his fur or your feathers. I know you need to be on your way soon."

Flix stared, aghast, while Orka chuckled. “Well, I hope I tasted good."

“You were delicious," Floog said, placing a hand on the Chadra-Fan's shoulder. “Welcome to the flock."

Orka flashed a toothy grin, his ears twitching. He turned to Flix, interlacing their fingers. Five Chadra-Fan digits meshed with the Gozzo's four. Flix's expression softened, and they shared a loving glance, enjoying the afterglow. The Gozzo's length was still embedded in the Chadra-Fan.

“Should I start calling you uncle too?" Orka asked, glancing at Floog.

The older Gozzo chuckled. “We can decide on that later."

---

With their revelry at an end, Kaz got dressed. Flanx and the other Gozzos retrieved some sanitary wipes to help with the clean-up. Thanks to Kaz's ingenuity, there wasn't much to clean. Listening in as the Gozzos chattered amongst themselves, Kaz began to realise how similar Flanx was to Flix. Both liked to speak dramatically and emphasised their words with hand gestures. It was no wonder they had butted heads earlier over their disagreement about the existence of the Karnex dragons.

“What does your mark mean?" Fleez asked.

Confused, Kaz paused for a moment before realising what the Gozzo was referring to. “Oh, you mean my tattoo?" Fleez's eyes lit up, and Kaz smiled. “Well, it's a bit personal."

“Is it for someone special?" Flanx added.

“No, not exactly," Kaz said, smirking at his own indecision. “How about you guys—do you have anyone like that?"

Kaz knew it was a bold question to ask people he had only met that day. Rather than confront his own feelings, deflection was his best defence. Fleck and Flobb looked away, while Flanx crossed his arms.

“We've only been using toys we got from the HoloNet," Fleez added cheerfully.

“Shut up, Fleez!" the other three Gozzos cried in unison.

“I take it you boys enjoyed yourselves," a familiar voice called out, much to their relief.

All eyes turned to see Floog, accompanied by Flix and Orka, the latter two holding hands and gazing at each other affectionately.

Kaz suppressed a smirk, recognising the parallels between Floog and Grevel. Both commanded authority in their own way, indifferent to how others felt. Part of him was relieved the Aleena hadn't joined them on this trip; he shuddered to think what might have happened if they had been in the same room.

Floog clasped his hands together. “Well, I'm afraid Flix and our new friends must be on their way." Flanx and the other Gozzos groaned in disappointment, and Floog turned to Flix. “Hopefully, we won't have to wait long to see you again."

Flix crossed his arms. “No, you don't need to worry about that, Uncle."

Once Kaz was ready, they left the nesting room. As they made their way out of the refinery, Kaz felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find Flanx beside him. Without a word, the Gozzo handed him a datacard.

“What's this?" Kaz asked.

“It's my contact details," Flanx said in a low voice. “Let's stay in touch."

Kaz pocketed the datacard and responded in a similarly quiet tone. “If you want to keep in touch with Flix, why not give this to him?"

Flanx's gaze shifted away. “Things are better between us, but I feel ashamed for not taking his warnings seriously. If you hadn't arrived when you did..." He met Kaz's gaze. “We owe you our lives, and I owe you more than words can describe."

Flanx leaned in closer. “While I do want to stay in touch with Flix, it's actually you I'm interested in."

Kaz's eyes widened. “Me? Why me?"

“You're strong, funny and you know how to treat a Gozzo well. If you're still single, perhaps we could get to know each other." Flanx smirked. “Then again, based on your tattoo, it looks like someone has already claimed you."

Kaz's eyes widened at Flanx's admission, but his thoughts quickly shifted when the Gozzo reached out to hug him. They paused, and Kaz accepted the embrace. Once Flanx released him, Kaz found his response.

“Thanks. If you need anything, just let me know. Be wary of the First Order—they might come for your fuel."

Kaz didn't want to cause unnecessary worry, but he also didn't want to leave them uninformed of that particular threat.

“Don't worry, Kaz, we're well aware of them," Flanx said. “Now, come on. We don't want to keep Flix and the others waiting."

They made their way back outside, where Torra and CB-23 were waiting to greet them. Before boarding their shuttle, Floog had a few parting words.

“Stay safe out there, nephew, all of you," Floog said. “If you ever need help, you know where to find us."

After a few final goodbyes, Kaz and his companions boarded the shuttle. The Gozzo flock watched as they departed, grateful for their timely arrival. Kaz and his companions left Drahgor III with the fuel they had come for—and far more than they had realised.