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BACK! From my training and stuffs and I have for you a sample of the mischief still to come in my little story. Enjoy as something breaks, something lives, and something new happens.... (also dont read the naughty bit if you have eyes that arent old enuff!)

Korm redialled the number for the Lab, but as he was doing so Wade turned fully around. In his hands was a state of the art PocketSat, a device that tells the Satellite that it's a company computer, and then tells the phone to release its GPS data. Wade was pretty much staring at them, and smiling.

Korm slid the gun in the window, and backed away from it. Emu was doing the same.

"Emu we have to leave." She was already a few steps ahead of him, she had started to drag the furniture away from the door.

The next thing that happened, made Korm's sunken spirits drop even lower, if that was possible.

"Agents of the Lab, we know you are in there! Come to the window or we will breach that room!" Wade was yelling over a bullhorn.

Korm motioned for Emu to keep going and he went to the window. Wade dropped the bullhorn down, smiled and made a 'V' sign with his fingers. The huge, monstrous barrel on the T-84 began to elevate, Korm took one step forward, braced his foot on the window sill and then threw himself backwards.

"EMU! THE TANK'S GONNA...."

As he was flying backwards through the air away from the window, Korm saw the front of the building be removed, as if god had reached down and thought to remodel it, and then, there was darkness, and pain.

_Korm woke in the darkness of the train tunnel, the train was still speeding towards the next safe spot. His ripped arm had been bandaged and also felt like it had a few stitches in it. He turned his head to the left and saw his wife asleep sitting on the ground waiting for her love to awaken, he breasts were slowly rising and falling as she slumbered. He turned his head back the other way and saw his daughter, cutely curled up on the seat next to him, wrapped in one of his jackets, she had the tip of her tiny paw stuck in her mouth and her eyes were moving around behind her lids, she must have been dreaming.

Korm couldn't see Niel anywhere in the first section of the train, so he rolled onto his good arm and slowly stood up. He also didn't know which Lab or Pit they were on their way to, Niel may have changed their destination as a security measure._

While he was trying to stand, his foot kicked the first aid box that was laying in the space between the smooth black chairs, it bumped loudly against the shiny round legs of the chair and spilled its contents under it.

He checked to see if his daughter was still asleep, and sighed with relief. Then he checked his wife.

She was already standing ready to defend her husband and daughter, she had her claws out and a snarl on her face that Korm had only seen a few times, like right before they had to leave the Lab for the first time.

She calmed down almost instantly, and her face changed from pure, murderous hatred, into a loving, concerned, and maybe a little horny kind of look. He was still shirtless, but wearing a pair of combat pants, she was still wearing her battle dress, nothing.

As she approached him, tail swishing, purring slightly, he felt his cock starting to tent up his pants. Her tits jiggled a little as she swayed back and forth, and once she reached him, she ran one hand along his face and purred loudly, while her other hand freed his cock.

She was moving him slowly to the back of the cabin, never breaking eye contact, or skin-fur contact. Once Korm's back bumped into the solid back wall of the train, it was on.

She turned and pushed him down onto the seat and removed his pants, watching his cock throb with fascination, like a cat watches a mouse. She kissed him forcefully, but lovingly thrusting her feline tongue into his mouth, sharing her flavour with him. He closed his eyes and let himself be fully drawn in by the kiss and all its fuzzy sensations.

After what seemed like ten minutes of non stop pashing and rubbing and licking, she drew herself up the seat, and grabbed his cock. Her furry, warm hand engulfed the bottom of his shaft, as she aimed it at her sex, he could already feel the delicious heat radiating from within that amazing place. And now that he thought about it, he could also smell her pheromones, thickly coating the air he was breathing, telling his brain he wanted to do it, but his heart also wanted this.

In her special feline way, she bent her body almost in half and deeply kissed him while slowly lowering her tight, wet pussy onto him. She hissed quietly as his knob expanded her opening, and then let out an extremely loud purr once she popped past it. Then she settled in, squirming on his meat, and started to pound away at him. The squishing, and slurping noise, was echoing in the small carriage, and Korm could hear and feel that she was making a mess of the seat, and most probably the floor. She was increasing her speed, and purring constantly vibrating his balls and speeding up the time until they climaxed. She was careful not to touch his wounded arm, but otherwise, her other hand was everywhere. She was kissing, and licking, and touching everything. Her tail was brushing along his legs, when it wasn't flagging high in the air or swishing violently back and forth. She was enjoying herself, but then so was he. If his arm wasn't damaged he would have jumped her when she woke instead of it being the other way around.

She kept her pace, pumping away on his cock, and then he felt it. She came hard, her walls clamped down on his cock, and she tried to give one last pump, and instead she lifted his butt off the chair. Korm came seconds later, her walls clamped so tightly that he couldn't thrust anymore, but her insides were milking him, caressing his knob. He shot once, twice, three times and then she gave a growl of pleasure and laid her full wait on him cuddling.

Korm saw a black head, and one green eye around the corner of the seat, and a mouth that was wide open with curiosity. It was his daughter. She had the fingers of one hand buried deep in her vag.

Tacita turned to see what he was looking at, and smiled.

"Succurro suus amo vos succurro mihi ut EGO eram tener." Korm knew this was coming ever since that day in the shower with his wife when she was his daughters age, ever since Layla had come to him in the shower.

His wife just said, help her like you helped me when I was young.

She waited a full thirty seconds for her tunnel to relax, then slowly slid off his cock. Then she walked to her daughter. Picked her up and placed her on Korm's stomach. Tacita knew he wouldn't be hard again straight away, but from her own experience at her daughters age, she knew that Layla would find a way to make him hard. Tacita sat in the seat across the aisle to watch and help out.

Korm stroked his daughters arms and back, and then she leaned forward and kissed him almost exactly the same as her mother did, his cock throbbed, and she smiled, giggled and turned to her mother.

"It's getting hard mummy." She said with delight.

Her mother came over, crouched and lifted her daughters bum up, she pulled her back a little to position her right, smiled at Korm, and then slowly fed his cock into his daughter.