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Receiving word Baja wishes to see him, Aso makes his way to the commander's office, knocking before letting himself in. As ever in his private study, Baja remains in his undercloth, his thick fur more than insulating enough to keep him warm in the cold climate of the ice rings. He looks up as Aso enters, setting down his quill.

“Ah, good to see you, my boy. I'll get right to it because this is quite alarming to me. A collector by the name of Sebast Leroy has gotten his hands on a piece of technology from a forerunner. Have you heard of him?" Baja asks.

“At length. Mostly because Yskra has a hateboner for the guy ever since he cheated him on a deal," Aso replies with a small chuckle.

“Oh really? Please, do go on."

“The short and thick of it is Yskra got him some old relic, and then they were jumped at their meeting place after birdbrain haggled too hard. In response, he managed to seduce and corrupt enough of Sebast's staff to filch his gemstone collections. Ever since then, Yskra's gotten involved in his business whenever he can, ruining his reputation, robbing prospective clients, so on and so forth."

“Hah! Good to hear he does something besides give Ano trouble. Back to the matter at hand, this recovered artifact is apparently repairable."

“Oh. Really? That's one in a million!"

“Yes. And it was ripped out of what we think was a warship. I don't want to find out the hard way what it is when the Navy or one of the trading companies suddenly blast through our ranks. We have our own capable agents, but I think it's best to send Nef first and make sure the collector can't have that artifact studied. If it must be destroyed, so be it. But if we got it… I'd make sure you'd be the first to receive any benefits yielded."

“Hmmm. Yes. But."

“But?"

“I want some motivation first."

“Aso," Baja sighs wearily, standing up to walk around the desk to put his hands on Aso's shoulder. “If you want me to bend you over, you can just say that."

“Yeah, but it's fun to frustrate you."

“And suddenly I don't want to do it now."

“I know a way to change that."

“Oh?" Baja smirks with a raised brow, leaning back against his desk with arms crossed. “I'm waiting."

Unsheathing the saber at his side, Aso proceeds to take a fighting stance, but purposefully loose and wrong along his left flank, a habit Baja all but had to fuck out of him to finally correct. Even after all this time, Baja is hit with a wave of frustration from the repeated lecturing it took and his lost temper that led to him finally pushing his ward up against the wall and plowing him for the first time.

“Zero to pissed in a moment," Baja growls, grabbing him by the wrist and twisting the sword free of his grip where it clatters to the floor. “My goodness, you have talent."

“Told you," Aso snickers before he yelps, held in the air by Baja.

It's not that in and of itself that surprised him, but rather the man using hind claw along his paws to tear his pants off, the heat of a throbbing erection pushing up under his balls. The dragon senses if he wants to be able to walk on stable legs for the next ten hours, he best not complain and instead whimper like he needs it.

“Good grief, what am I going to do with you?" Baja snorts, seeing through it.

Even so, he spears Aso to the base on his cock and gets to thrusting up into the willing hole. It's not until his knot deflates that the dragon can return to the errand he was on his way to before a servant interrupted him with Baja's summons, of which was a conversation with Rae. He doesn't find her in the quarters allocated by Ano and next checks the ship, finding her in the tiny workshop they have aboard, sitting hunched over her work on a table.

“All the workshops of Teracryo and you still prefer here, huh?" Aso remarks, leaning against the doorframe.

Rae is so engrossed in her work the elven woman doesn't notice him.

“Rae?"

No response, just more sounds of soldering.

“Alright, let's get this part over with," He murmurs to himself, reaching out and gently tapping her shoulder.

“Ah!" She starts immediately, sitting bolt upright and whipping her hear around to see that it's him. “Gah! I told you to stop doing that!"

“What am I supposed to do when I'm standing right behind you, trying to talk, and you're too busy tunnel visioning on… what even is that?"

“Oh, it's a circuit board for a vacuum tube."

“A what now?" Aso asks, mystified.

“It'd take forever to explain."

“Yeah, never mind. Let's return to me being indignant."

“Okay, please proceed."

“What am I supposed to do," Aso begins again, hamming it up. “When I'm standing right behind you, trying to talk, and you're too busy tunnel visioning on your gizmos and rando-jiggers!?"

“Oh, sorry cap'!" Rae returns haughtily. “I'll make sure to revolve my work ethic around being interrupted at any given moment!"

“Good!" He yells.

“Great!" She shouts, the two proceeding to crack up.

“I love having you around," Aso snickers.

“Likewise," She smirks, tucking her hair behind her ears. “What was it you needed?"

“I was asking why you're using this workshop when we have a whole pirate enclave at your disposal. What are you even building?"

“To the foremost, I hate noise, and this is my comfort space. To the latter, a prototype oil driller."

“Ano greenlighted that?"

“Almost immediately. I believe her exact words were 'I have no idea what I'm looking at, but my shipwright keeps asking for a challenge, so this'll shut him up for a while if nothing else.'."

“Yeah, that sounds about right. Well, I've been told to leave the Navy alone for a while and I'm about to send Nef on a wild goose chase, so suffice to say we'll not need the cargo hold for a while if you want to set up your workshop there."

“Wait, really?"

“Go nuts. Just don't make any new boltholes in the floor."

“I would never!"

“I beg to differ," Aso says dryly, tilting his head down to peer at the myriad of holes and deep scuffs under her equipment.

“Okay, okay, I'll be careful!" She snorts, picking up a piece of chalk. “Now don't mind me, I'm going to go block out a floor plan."

“And Rae," Aso catches her as she just about skips out the door.

“Yeah?"

“Any way we can attach a smaller version of those drills to our boarding harpoons?"

“Uhhh, not without tiny motors and that's a helluva lot more effort than I'm willing to put into something like that."

“What about with an enchantment that makes them move?"

“Oh. That could actually work," She muses for a moment before shaking her head. “I'll workshop something with Aramon later. Thanksforthenewofficeokaybye!"

With that, she's off and Aso chuckles quietly to himself. Going about the utmost difficult task Baja gave him of offloading the workload onto Nef, the captain eventually finds her sparring with Ano's guards in the barracks, a ring of pirates watching, cheering, and making bets as she fights hand to hand with a man almost literally twice her size.

She catches her husband walking up out of the corner of her eye and dodges a heavy swipe of claws, following up with a swift left and right hook to the bigger lizard's throat that leaves him wheezing and backing up suddenly, falling onto his back as he loses balance and immediately tapping the floor to signal his yield. The crowd goes silent as they watch this happen, realizing the fancy footwork, hit and run attack style, and the occasional hits landed on her by the previous competitors that faced off against her were all a show.

“That'll be all from me today, lads! Now get back to work before your bosses, bosuns, first mates, whatever you got get upset with ye," She announces.

“Indeed, best get to it," Aso chimes in loudly, heads turning and realizing the son of their queen is watching them shirk their duties for a street fight and immediately scatter to get back to work.

“That was getting boring anyhow," Nef says as she puts a jacket on over her sleeveless tank top. “Did you miss me since this morning?"

“Yes, but also, ya wanna steal something from a rich fop?" Aso queries knowingly, holding up the dossier of information Baja gave him.

“What kind of question is that? I love robbing nobles!"

“Not quite a noble but close enough for your purposes," Aso smirks.

Aboard the Archie, Lyn enters Yskra's quarters, the pangolin noting with a little disappointment he isn't half undressed and intends to have his way with her.

“What can I do for you, captain?" She waves cheerily to him.

“Lyn, my sweet, I have an assignment for you!" The raptor grins. “Fate keeps giving me opportunities to ruin the day of a man with more audacity than common sense, and it just so happens his assistant is easily corruptible. On a related note, I know he's made a big haul, just not where it's going, and I reaaaally want it."

“Because he wants it, right?" Lyn asks with a small snort of amusement.

“Precisely! That, and I hear it's actually quite valuable, old ancient tech, that sort of weird thing that ought to be fun to turn on."

“Alright. So where am I going?"

“Said man is Sebast Leroy. Do or don't call him Sebby; he hates it, you see. He has a vault on a moon called Ba'Rl, and it just so happens said assistant can get us a uniform in your size. Whattaya say, want to keep fate rolling in my favor?"

“Of course! The harem part is just a hobby; being a sneak is my profession."

“Splendid! I'll coordinate getting you on the planet and brief you more when I have all the details. But first, would my good girl like some 'upfront payment'?"

“As long as it's more than a tip…" She responds coyly.

“Hmm," Yskra hums aloud as he moves up next to her, pressing her hands against the swelling bulge in his pants. “I'd be immensely disappointed if that's all you wanted."

“Can we use the collar too?"

“I'm glad you want to because I was going to anyhow!"

She makes a happy noise as he lifts her up, setting her upon his bed before they move to help each other out of their clothes.

Ba'Rl is a highly popular trade area, once full of rare minerals and now almost entirely hollowed out over a century ago. Its proximity to trade routes has made it a perfect hub and it's been taken over by unscrupulous vendors. While technically legal, a mixture of bribery, blackmail, and other corruption has turned it into a den of brazen illicit trade. Enforcement of the law in this area would be nearly impossible anyways, what with the thousands of tunnels, mineshafts, and hidey holes the moon hides beneath the surface. This is where Sebast Leroy has chosen to make his home due to the ease at which he can acquire any sort of item or morally grey professional.

For Nef, it is a simple place to enter, full of so many shadows and dark corners that it takes very little effort for her to let herself in, but schmoozing up to his men or filching documents won't be easy without a lot of schmoozing. It becomes obvious very quickly Sebast has intentionally or unintentionally acquired artifacts that keep her from simply appearing from behind the curtains in his study; to get any info, she'll have to get in the hard way.

While Lyn gets there a few days later, giving the dragon a head start, she comes in with the benefit of being a new assistant to Sebast's accountant, Yrlo, who can only be described as overtaxed. The man is only too happy to offload a dizzying amount of paperwork to her, Desty's clerk tutelage being immensely helpful. These forms and documents give her an immediate idea of where his general expenses are going, however Yrlo still takes charge of Sebat's immediate project expenses. But with a few days she figures out the few spare times he's not in his office to look through the ledgers.

By this time, Nef has kidnapped one of Sebast's trusted couriers and interrogated the information she needed out of him. To her luck, he's the son of a noble who lost everything, so he's soft, pliable, and easily scared, only useful to Sebast by having the ability to read, write, and put up with traveling with armed guards. Guards that, very helpfully, slept very soundly as she kidnapped their charge.

Leaving him in the company of a gang of lionesses she made drinking buddies with, Nef now knows the codes and procedures for accessing Sebast's vault and lockboxes. Sneaking past the guards as a shadow is easy but slipping into the vault when the artifact's presence within strips her abilities makes it harder. For now, she'll watch and wait. Or she would have had she not made a double take watching Lyn tiredly retiring to her room.

Waiting for the pangolin to fall asleep, she's just far enough from the vault for the dragon to hide from the guard patrols within the dark corners of the room and let herself into Lyn's quarters with a lockpick. The pirate wench leaps quietly out of her bed upon the hinges of the door turning, knife at the ready, but she relaxes as she sees Nef.

“What are you doing here?" Lyn asks guardedly after the dragon closes the door, locking it again.

“I could say the same to you. Yskra has the patience of a saint when he's decided a toy's breeding rights are his, so I know you haven't changed vocations," The dragon replies, folding her arms with a smirk.

Her eyes are mostly looking at the pangolin's curves, dressed in only panties for sleeping and leaving her soft, measurable breasts on display, of which she makes no attempts to hide.

“Yskra wanted some insider info. What about you?" Lyn offers, giving her a wink and a glimpse of her long tongue lashing out almost snakelike.

“Same for Aso. Let's say we share the night," Nef croons as she begins to slide out of her dark leathers, “And let the boys fight it out in the morning?"

“Only if we make it a little more interesting," Lyn says, putting the knife away in a nightstand. “I think it's been a little while for both of us without our men. Whoever can show the other the best time gives up their info, yeah?"

“And leave me with nothing to show? If we're here for the same thing, it can't be left to Yskra deciding if he can be fucked or not to deal with it," Nef replies. “But I tell you what, let's say winner plays coy. Just enough time to give our chosen horses in this race a head start."

“Heh. Yeah, alright," Lyn nods, beckoning with a crooked finger. “Now get over here and show me a good time; I'm getting cold in my skivvies."

“I take it means I go first?" Nef asks wryly as caresses her shoulder before hugging to the pangolin, softly pressing her breasts against the thick scales of the dragon's chest.

“How else will you have your technique fresh in mind when I show you how it's done?"

“Mmm, Yskra doesn't let you get enough cheek out, does he?" Nef smirks, groping her ass before lifting her onto the bed. “What kind of noise level do I have to work with?"

“Sebast moans like a bitch in heat, so don't worry about anyone intruding – they're used to it."

“A very interesting way to put that," Nef remarks with an arched brow. “Now why would that be?"

Lyn is about to give her a similarly sexual answer when a pair of warm, wet fingers rub against her clit, drawing a sigh out of the pangolin after going so long without when otherwise used to at least three rounds a day. Dark jaws wrap around her own and her tongue is grappled by the dragon's, the pangolin resisting the urge to push her own secret weapon into Nef's mouth. Allowing herself to be pressed flat against the bed, Lyn is cuddled and pet while her pleasure button is massaged and kneaded until she's dripping wet.

Then comes Nef's textured, bumpy draconic tail, grinding against her vent slowly and patiently, waiting for it to be covered in the pangolin's juices before the tip is pressed against her entrance.

“You wanna take it for me, honey?" Nef breathes in her ear, the pangolin wordlessly nodding and letting out a gasp as the first six inches are shoved in.

There's so many bumps, grooves, and texture to contend with, an assault on her sensitive sex as another inch is pressed in before retracting and thrusting within again. Lyn could swear there are ridges that were not there before, but that thought is pressed from her mind by slow and forceful explorations of her snatch. She's an open book with her moans and gasps, even quietly begging for her to go deeper, and when Nef thinks she's close, she suddenly hugs her close.

Teeth lock down on the pangolin's neck as she's suddenly pounded by the tail, fem cum dripping and being sent in thick drops hither thither as Lyn is saved from announcing to the whole house she's orgasming by Nef stuffing a pillow in her mouth. She's shaky and blinking dots from her eyes by the time she comes down from it a few moments later, letting out a heavy, shuddering breath.

“Where…" Lyn breathes, “Did you learn to do that?"

“You're not my first girl. You won't be my last," Nef half-answers.

Seeing drops beading along the dragon's vent, Lyn forgoes wanting a break in favor of striking while the iron is hot, sitting Nef up before sliding off the bed and instead positioning herself in between her legs.

“Heh. This is why you had me go first, eh?" The dark mistress chuckles as the pangolin's soft, smooth nose begins to rub against her smooth belly, working its way down.

“Save your breath," Lyn states with no small amount of satisfaction. “You lost the moment you said yes."

With that, she opens her jaws and slides her tongue into Nef's depths, drawing an amused and pleasured sigh from her that quickly transitions to a surprised eep. After a few inches, her tongue should have run out, but instead it keeps getting longer and thicker. The dragon is reminded the hard way what species she's messing with as over a foot of probing and flexing muscle forces itself down and rubs against her sensitive inner walls. Worst yet, Lyn as a woman knows exactly where pleasure points can be found and leaves not a single one untouched, including sucking on her clitoris while she violates her cave.

Her ministrations are gentle at first, working their way up faster and more forceful, and at first Nef thinks she can handle this. And then Lyn inserts another half foot of tongue and presses forcefully enough a bump forms in her belly. The dragon lets out a shuddering gasp, having not felt that since the last feral dragon she was with many years ago, and her resulting moans and purrs are a siren song to Lyn, restoring every bit of energy and driving her to devour her friend's snatch without respect for manners or propriety.

The pangolin's chin and cheeks streak with dark sap that's similar in appearance of blackberry juice as she passionately French kisses her friend's love canal, Lyn allowing her head to be further shoved into Nef's gash as she cums. Her moans only doubled as Lyn finally bottoms out her tongue, gaping Nef and filling every point in her love canal with the tip hammering against her cervix like a cock.

Overwhelmed, Nef lets go of Lyn and collapses onto the bed, but the pangolin only grabs her knees and keeps going, forcing the dragon to scream her pleasure into the same pillow as a second earth shattering orgasm hits her. Lyn slows down dramatically as the massaging and tight grip of Nef's vent suddenly relaxes, and she licks her lips with no small amount of satisfaction as she retracts her tongue. Nef passed out, and given Lyn didn't, she has won.

“I guess all those shadow powers don't matter in the bed," She snickers to herself, crawling into bed and pulling Nef into a more comfortable position to snuggle.

Nef's eyes flutter open a few minutes later, the dragon letting out a huff as she realizes she's even the little spoon in bed right now, utterly beaten in their little bet.

“You know, I wasn't able to find my keys in there. Can I try again?" Lyn quips.

“If I do, you'll be coming back to the Aquilla with me…" Nef purrs, deciding to accept defeat gracefully and nuzzling into her neck.

“Ah, damn, Desty would kill me if I went without her," Lyn chuckles.

“Sounds about right. I think she'd peg Yskra if it meant her getting some magic lessons out of him," Nef snorts. “Or in the very least, she'd try."

“Seems about right. Sooo, about that information?"

“Yeah, yeah, I mostly know how to open the vault. I'll explain it to you in a diagram after I get to enjoy this a bit longer…"

“That's really good to know considering he's taking it off planet!" Lyn remarks.

“Wait, really?"

“Mhm! Speaking of which, that's in three days. And as the victor, I say you give the Wicked Gold a week's head start."

“You get a day," Nef chuckles. “Any longer and Aso would feel betrayed I let Yskra have more of an advantage. Can't have the boys getting upset with one another now, can we?"

“Eh, fair enough," Lyn agrees. “Can't take the treasure if it gets destroyed by a cannonball."

“I'm glad you see it my way. What's your ride off world, by the way?"

“A smuggler's ship in about a week."

“If we have what we need, I can take you on the Aquilla by tomorrow."

“Oh, that'd be lovely!"

“But you gotta find the keys first," Nef grins cheekily.

“But of course!" Lyn smiles back. “Can't get going without them. I'll be sure to look extra hard!"

Rolling onto the dragon, Lyn turns around to sneak her snout between Nef's thighs as the dragon does the same to her, the girls trading pleasure for pleasure this time around.

Back on the Archie, the crew finishes wrapping up robbing Sebast's treasure galleon blind, having boarded the guard ships sailing with it as they passed through an asteroid field. Jumping aboard off the rocks, a short row follows before the guns are turned on Sebast. Wisely, he chose to surrender, his own ship having no cannons aboard to avoid a potential powder explosion with all his precious treasures.

“Don't get me wrong, it all went swimmingly," Yskra smirks as he sits down in his quarters after inviting Lyn to celebrate with him over a glass of wine. “But usually, I like it when we don't immediately have to run into a heist after the Aquilla of all ships drops you off. What was that about?"

“Nef turned out to also be after Sebast's little treasure, so… I made a bet and won. But she only agreed to give me a head start of one day. Given we fly an iron bathtub, I thought it best we get going as quick as possible to beat them to it."

“That explains all I need to know!" Yskra nods, sipping his pink wine and pouring her a glass as she sits down with him. “That means Aso has his eye on this little gem too. How much does she know?"

“The same," Lyn beams proudly. “Considering she can let herself into any anywhere, I think it's kinda impressive I got ahead of her at all."

“Indeed, my dear! Never underestimate a good cover over invisibility. Regardless, I'm not a patient man, so any excuse to run an operation quickly is more than okay with me. Now that this is all over…" Yskra pauses, unbuttoning his pants to reveal a throbbing, pre dripping erection. “Would my dear spy like a reward?"

She takes the wine offered to her and takes a drink, finding it tingles warmly against her tongue and quickly spreads throughout her body and loins soon after, sliding out of a black dress and into his lap.

“Do I get a bonus?" She purrs, rubbing his chest.

“My dear, you get the whole bounty!"

“Ohh, what is that weird gizmo anyhow?"

“I've no idea, but we'll figure it out."

“Well, you can't very well stick your dick in it, and we barely keep our own rockets running," Lyn giggles, grinding her warm gash against his pulsing dick. “What's the plan?"

“I haven't thought about that yet," Yskra shrugs before furrowing his brow, stopping her for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. “We're going to need Rae. She's the only one that's got this stuff working before. Only one we don't have to kidnap, anyways…"

“Awww, gonna have to share after all, cap'?"

“Hush you little harlot," He chuckles, his hands lifting her waist up enough to spear her on his length and noting she's not as tight as he thought she would be.

He knows she wouldn't lay with another man, so he chocks it up to Nef doing some weird shadow shenaniganry and thrusts up into her sex with pleasure, enjoying access to his durable lady being restored. Her moans more than make up for it and with it his annoyance dissipates. Indeed, he will need Aso's help, but he managed to beat him to something, so the dragon's annoyance that has doubtlessly resulted alone makes this all worth it.