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Hello all. Just to let you know if your under 18 then go away. With that said a big thank you to Dasher Cheetah and

DevilFlare. Without them, I could not have finished this chapter.

Into the Horizon: A Friend Not Forgotten

Ron sat in his quarters; he was tired and exhausted from a day of hard work. They had departed the previous day for the coordinates of the battle. It would take them a week at maximum speed to reach it, leaving him plenty of time to work out the kinks in the three ships. As he lay his tired, aching body down on his bed, his mind drifted from topic to topic until it finally rested upon his friends. They had seemingly forgotten him, and it saddened him immensely. Dasher had began to develop a friendship with him, yet that too had seemingly ended. He was the friend who had been forgotten. Bane and Scott's relationship had continued, and they found and made time for each other. He was happy for them, yet at the same time it filled with anger and jealousy. He needed somebody, yet had nobody. He simply didn't understand how his dearest friends and lovers have forgotten him? It was beyond his understanding and it hurt him. He drifted off silently crying to himself as he had often done recently. The empty, dark hole in him would remain open. He slept through the night for the first time in weeks, and got up the next day and attended his duties. His work was all he had left, and he threw himself into it completely. If they didn't want his company, he would just try to act like it didn't matter to him as he had been doing. He would not beg for their attention, he was above that . . . but it was so lonely.

Bane and Scott had begun to notice Ron's withdrawal from them. Bane suspected that he felt betrayed and abandoned. They had been enjoying themselves, often with Dasher's assistance, however he realized that he had almost forgotten his friend. This could not and would not stand though. He would have to make it up to Ron, and he knew just how to do it, with Dasher's help of course.

After yet another long empty day, Ron walked though the hallways of the ship. He had once again worked himself to exhaustion in an effort to not feel anything. He couldn't do this much longer, but for now it worked. As he reached his room, and entered in the unlock code, what he saw behind the door shocked and aroused him. Sitting on his bed was a tied up and completely naked Cheetah. His hands had been bound above his head, and he feet were tied to the end of the bed; there was a ball gag in his mouth, a bow at the base of his tail, and a note over his sheath. As he picked it up and read its contents, his heart warmed.

"Ron, we didn't forget you. I'm really sorry that you've been alone. I cannot undo what has been done, but perhaps this will make it better. He's yours for the evening."

It was signed Bane and Scott. He looked over at the helpless Cheetah on his bed. Who was he to refuse a gift so thoughtful? He walked over to the door and hesitated a moment, then locked it and turned around with a grin on his muzzle. He walked over to Dasher with a look of pure lust in his eyes. Dasher was quite intrigued by this, in the short time he had known Ron, he had never suspected Ron of being a sexual creature. Yet the look Ron was currently giving him said that it would be an interesting night.

Ron walked over to the bed containing the increasingly excited Cheetah. He first took time to make sure that Dasher was in on everything. He wanted to make sure Bane hadn't done something stupid in an effort to make things better with him. As Dasher nodded in agreement, he began removing his clothes in full view of Dasher. There was no need in removing Dasher's clothes, as he was naked to start with. He had spent time teasing him, and it was payback time. After he unclothed himself, Ron climbed on top of Dasher and straddled his groin. He began grinding himself into Dasher, at the same time he began letting his hands roam over the Cheetah's exposed body. He ran his hands over his nipples lightly. He could hear muffled moans from his captive victim. Ron could feel both of their cocks becoming slick with pre. The room began to smell of excitement and lust. Ron leaned forward and began to lick and nip at Dasher's nipples, while still grinding and allowing his hands to further roam over the sexually frustrated Cheetah. He then moved his mouth to Dashers neck and began licking and nipping at it. The fox knew how to drive his partners crazy. He simply hadn't had much of an opportunity to demonstrate his potential recently.

He then looked into Dashers eye's. They begged for release, but he would deny him that a while longer. He wanted to enjoy his present. He began shifting his way down Dasher's body toward his now leaking cock. As Ron reached the current object of his desire, he wrapped his mouth around it and began to suck on the very tip of it. He ran his tongue over the sensitive organ; he began to take more and more of it in his mouth. Like Dasher, Ron had no gag reflex. He licked it all the way in and then sucked it all the way out. Ron loved the taste of Dasher's pre, and wanted more. He continued his oral efforts causing Dasher to wiggle and writhe under his efforts. Dasher's feet were tied to the end of the bed, so there wasn't much he could actually do to move, which only served to increase his excitement.

He wanted to taste Dasher first. He wanted to have him, and he would have him. As he continued allowed his hands to once again roam. He began to fondle Dasher's ball sack causing muffled moans to continue to escape him. He was building up sexual tension the likes of which he had yet to experience. Then Dasher tensed up completely as he came hard into Ron's waiting mouth. Ron felt him explode; he milked Dasher's cock swallowing the rich, creamy seed and savoring the flavor. However, he wasn't done with his subject yet though.

He once again moved up Dasher's body licking and nipping as he went. He removed the ball gag and locked him into a passionate kiss. He then leaned up and whispered into his ear.

"I think you need to lube me up."

Understanding Dasher opened his mouth widely to accept the awaiting meat. He then demonstrated his oral skills to Ron. As Ron went in, he returned the tongue favor, and sucked on the way out. The sensation proved to be exciting for Ron. After a short time, he replaced the ball gag and once again moved downward. Dasher was confused until he felt Ron use his hands to position his ass. Ron then began a tongue rim job. He ran his tongue all around Dashers entry way and slowly inserted it into the awaiting hole. The sensation was almost too much for Dasher's system to tolerate. It had been a long time since he had been sexed like this. He hadn't even teased Bane this much. He then saw Ron's head reappear, and felt the tip of Ron's cock at his hole. With a little pressure, it popped in and a moan was expressed by both parties. Ron then began a slow thrusting effort. He slowly grinded is way into Dasher then reversed the process outward. In doing so, he drove both of them crazy. As he hilted in Dasher yet again he stopped and held his position. He looked at the Cheetah below him, and decided it was time for a little fun.

"Does my pet want me to continue?"

Dasher replied my mumbling though the gag.

"I'm sorry," Ron said as he shifted and continued to grind in place, "what was that."

This earned a loud moan from Dasher followed by him violently shaking his head.

"Well if my pet is sure then I will continue."

With that, he began to increase his speed slowly at first, but then quicker and quicker. Dasher could feel Ron grinding in and out. Ron could feel Dasher's insides griping at his cock as if trying to hold him inside. The sensation shared between them was joy mixed with pleasure. Soon he was pounding Dasher at an almost painful speed. He then hilted himself and blew inside of Dasher. Dasher felt Ron's hot, sticky, juice coat his insides. Dasher threw his head back in complete ecstasy with the sounds of his muffled voice coming out thru the gag.

As Ron removed himself Dasher could feel the cum running out of his ass and down his thighs. Ron then made his way back to Dashers mouth, removed the gag, and threw it aside. He locked Dasher into a long, passionate kiss. He only broke it when he had to breath. He looked deep into Dasher's eyes, he could see how much the Cheetah had enjoyed himself. He leaned down and whispered into Dashers ear.

"Thank you"

Ron continued untying Dasher and soon he was free from the ties that bind. They feel asleep holding each other. Ron felt cared for and loved by his friends both old and new. As Dasher drifted off, he was once again a satisfied Cheetah. He glanced up to see Ron's head on his chest. They were happy, for the moment the coming battle didn't matter.

As the morning arrived, Dasher was still being used as a teddy bear. Dasher was pleased that he had spent the night with Ron. Ron had been pushed to the side, and deserved happiness and joy just like Bane and Scott. They got a shower together, once again enjoying themselves. As they got dressed and prepared to step out for the day, Bane and Scott entered. Dasher lay back onto the bed in a slightly seductive pose. He enjoyed messing with Bane, and it had almost become a running joke between him and Scott.

"Ron," said Bane ignoring Dasher's advances, "I'm sorry for the way we've been treating you. There's no excuse for it, so I won't make one."

At this point Ron saw tears forming in his eyes. He was truly sorry, however at the moment Ron was having trouble concentrating. He had begun swaying his tail back and forth as he often did when he was nervous. The difference was that this time Dasher was on the bed behind him. Like most felines he had become entranced with the fluffy tail currently swaying in front of him, and had began batting at it. Ron became aware of this when he felt a pain from the result of Dashers batting. With a sheepish look on his face he simply replied, "sorry, force of habit." After the laughter died down the conversation continued.

"Guys I appreciate what you have done for me, trust me I really do. But its going to take more than an evening of pleasure to convince me that you'll change and won't let this happen. You have hurt me, badly. But I'm willing to forgive and try to move past this."

As the trio hugged, Dasher couldn't help but to feel happy about his role in the situation. He had helped bring them back together, and it was a good feeling.