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On the Road Again

“I have you now, my pretty!" the Lupiad scientist sneered, running his paws across the chained Vulpeculan's nipples.

“Please, let me go, I'll do anything!" the Vulpeculan begged pitifully, thrusting her thighs forward.

“Anything, hm?" a grin grew on the Lupiad's lips. “I think it's time we find out if our species are compatible..."

-Lusty Lupiads of the Lupiad-Sirian Empire.

The log popped as the flames finally took hold of it, engulfing the thick wood in fire. Sighing, I leaned back on the moist grass, embers dancing their final dance across the night sky. Occasionally, a tiny bolt of static would arc across the dark, a by-product of Pathos, perhaps, or some other anomaly on Planet.

Hell, at this point, I wouldn't put it past the little ball of lightning to be behind everything strange on Planet. Sometimes Planet seemed like the creation of a small, immature child with a very short attention span, what with all of the varying climates that began and ended very suddenly without any regard for science.

The meadow, for lack of a better word, we pitched camp in was one such example of these schizophrenic designs. A small, perfectly round patch of green grass in the center of a semi-circular canyon, amidst the maze of stone and dirt that marked the region where the entrances to the Catacombs were littered.

We were heading to Quartz Mountain in search of Yaleen's brother. The source was shaky, having come from the bandit that Lazsh had brutally murdered seconds after his confession, but we needed to follow up on it. Pretty much any area around Haven and Sirth's headquarters were out of the question right now, now that Lazsh was gone. Even then, Sirth's reach was far and I feared running into his search parties. We tried to send a message through the radio to Lazsh's contact but we never received a reply and could only assume that they weren't pleased. The discovery we made in the Catacombs would be something that the Regulians would be eager to know about and any dealer on Planet would want to negotiate for the information, but we couldn't trust Sirth to be satisfied with this.

Lost in my thoughts, I limply tried to tear at the thick plastic wrapping of the Regulian MRE that I was holding. I was ignoring several instructions and warnings on the front of it, namely that this meal was strictly for obligate carnivores, that I was to open the bag using claws and not a knife (Though the bag did not specify exactly what would happen if I were to use a knife.), and lastly, and this additional piece of instruction assured me that this was a newer ration, that regular consumption of the MRE by an omnivore (Citing humans and Procyonid rebels.) might cause constipation and increased blood pressure. Beggars can't be choosers on Planet, so I had little choice but to eat it.

A gray paw snatched the bag from my hands and I turned just in time to see Dondrae chomp down on the edge of the bag with his fangs. He growled fiercely and tore the bag in half, passing the spit-covered shreds back to me, nearly spilling the contents of it all over the dirt.

“Lupiad slobber makes the food taste better," I muttered, waving the juices from the entree off of my fingers after finding that the packet containing it had a single, round fang-hole poked in it.

Dondrae's tongue licked at my cheek and I lightly pushed him in the shoulder.

“How are you holding up?" he asked, wrapping his paw around my shoulder and pulling me back against his bare chest.

I leaned back into his thick fur coat and sighed, “Managing. Still hurts a little."

“Usually how it goes. Takes time to dull down, sometimes never really goes away fully," Dondrae patted me on the chest. “Guess you knew that already."

“It's hard to talk about it," I pulled out the heat disk from the package and tossed it onto the ground. Slapping it with my hand, the chemicals in it activated and began to warm up. I tossed the entree bag atop it, wanting to avoid using the fire because of one of the many warning messages on the bag telling me specifically not to do that. “Both you and Yaleen hated him and-"

“You hated my friends."

I paused, afraid to say anything further. He spoke with clarity but I didn't want to upset him by confirming what he already knew.

“It's okay," Dondrae reassured me, rubbing my shoulder gently, “after what they did to you, you would be right to hate them. In the end, they got what they deserved."

The entree bag began to whistle as steam escaped from it like a kettle.

“But still, Lupiads and Sirians, we form tight social bonds. Very loyal ones and when those are broken, it can be very difficult," Dondrae sighed, leaning his chin against my other shoulder. “I swallowed a lot of my sorrow after they died. I didn't want to burden you, especially not after what they did to you."

I rubbed my palm over the bridge of his muzzle, running my hand across it and atop his head, patting him slowly.

“So I can understand. You saw something in Lazsh that drew you in. You can't help but feel sad at his loss and I can't judge you for it, no matter what me and Yaleen felt about him. I'm not going to let that get in the way of us. Not a chance."

I kissed him on the tip of his nose. He smiled and I heard the thumping of his tail against the ground behind us.

Without any warning, I was on my back and his paws were holding my wrists down. I laughed as his pink tongue lapped at my face. It felt nice, a different kind of passion from a kiss, like his love was all over my face and not just his saliva.

He paused, ice-blue eyes staring down at me with calm joy visible in them. A smile was curled up in the edges of his black muzzle and the tip of his mouth was just slightly open, showing off his fangs and his tongue.

On an impulse, I pulled my head up and licked at the side of his snout, ruffling his fur as I slobbered all over him. Several strands of fur got caught in my mouth, but I ignored them. Dondrae began laughing as my tongue ran along the bridge of his muzzle and down his already wet nose. By the time I reached the tip of his muzzle, we were both engaging in a tongue-fight, lapping at eachother's face to see who could show the most love. It was almost a dominance game, but a very nice one compared to the usual ones Lupiads and Sirians engaged in.

All of this was too much for Dondrae and I was able to push him off of me and then effortless get him on his back. His white belly was on full display, as if he were showing submission, but he continued to struggle against my love-licks. His eyes were now show as I began lapping at his face. He tasted much like he smelled, like his earthy musk that never failed to sooth me.

“I'm a lucky mutt," Dondrae finally managed to spit out between my assaults.

“I'm a lucky human."

Dondrae grunted, shifting under my weight, “Take off my pants, please."

I didn't need any convincing and unzipped the front of his trousers. A thick, red cock with a tapered head spilled out immediately, having escaped its furry sheath ages ago and was now standing at attention.

“It's beautiful," I whispered. All sorrows were gone and I knew what I wanted.

Wrapping my hand around the shaft, I lowered my lips to the head, kissing the tip of it with my lips. Dondrae giggled at this and I felt his rough paw pads land on my shaved head, pressing down, ordering me to get to work.

I took the head into my mouth, running it slowly across my lips and tickling the tip with my tongue. I pushed down further, forcing the shaft into my mouth and feeling the underside of it brush along my tongue.

“You humans..." Dondrae gasped and dug his claws into my head, “...were made for giving head."

The tip of his cock poked against the back of my throat and I hadn't gotten all of his shaft in yet. It was too long to take fully, not without choking on it, so I'd have to make due. I began bobbing as I sucked on his cock, taking in the salty musk flavor of it.

“You're a good little pack bitch..." Dondrae growled dominantly, “...aren't you?"

I reached out with my hand and flicked him on the nose with my finger. He recoiled and laughed.

“Sorry, my Lupiad side took over."

I pulled up, letting his cock slip out of my lips. A thread of saliva clung between lip and cock, a gentle bind tying us together.

“It's fine," I explained. I rubbed his shaft with my hand, keeping him pleased while I took a break from sucking. “You can let it take over next time, okay?"

“I'll hold you to that," he smiled, showing off his teeth. A sign of aggression in normal Lupiad social scenarios, but acceptable during the act of love-making. “I want to see you pinned beneath me, begging for my cock."

I wanted that too, just not tonight.

“Or maybe I could be a King and you, my humble servant, willing to serve his master any way he pleases..." Dondrae continued, listing off his numerous fantasies.

I knew he wouldn't stop talking until I got back to work, so I returned to the job at hand, wrapping my lips around his cock and sucking it in. Sure enough, he was now back to moaning with pleasure instead of prattling on.

While I gave his cock attention with my lips, I ran my palm across his chest, trying to see if he had a special g-spot. His chest was hard, chiseled with muscle, and he giggled happily every time my fingers caressed one of his eight nipples hidden in the white forest of his chest fur. I settled on tweaking and pinching at one on his right side, prodding at it until the tip stuck out as erect as his cock.

At the base of his shaft, his knot began to grow until it was a wide sphere, large enough to make sure his cock tied itself to any hole it was thrust inside. He wouldn't have the chance to tie me this time, but there would always be next time and I eagerly awaited it.

His cock began to throb and I prepared myself for what was to come next. A stream of cum shot out, slapping against the back of my throat and I swallowed every last creamy drop. Dondrae's grip tightened on my head as he ejaculated and he howled like a wolf at the moon.

I pulled my mouth away. A single droplet of semen dripped out across my lips. Dondrae beckoned me towards his snout with his palm and he cleaned up the droplet with his tongue.

Then he flipped me on my back and before I could even protest, he had my pants off and my cock was at full mast. The head was swollen and felt like it was about to burst.

“Time to return the favor," Dondrae whispered, baring his row of sharp teeth in a wicked smile. He then began to lower his face towards my waist.

“Wait..." I grabbed him by the shoulder.

“Don't worry," he let his long tongue loll out, the floppy tip of it brushing against the head of my cock, forcing me to gasp, “I've done this before. I won't hurt you."

Any hesitation I felt was quickly done away when he showed me just what a Lupiad-Sirian could do orally. His smooth tongue slicked across my shaft and ran down all the way to my balls, something a short human tongue could never dream of doing, especially not when he began taking my cock in his mouth.

It was still scary as hell, seeing visible, and long, teeth that Dondrae couldn't even dream of covering up with his thin, black lips. But true to his word, he weaved my cock between his fangs, which were just far enough apart to allow entry. The tip of my cock rubbed against the roof of his mouth while the bottom of the shaft was embraced by his tongue. He kept his upper mouth open enough to prevent the top of my shaft from brushing against his smaller front teeth.

Adding to the sensation was his nose pressing against my belly as he bobbed his head. Every time his big, black nose nuzzled against me, I felt him take in a sharp breath, finding my scent irresistible. I grabbed the scruff behind his neck tightly, letting him know who was in charge and guiding his head up and down.

I still took pride at being considered a member of the species that mastered oral sex, but I had to admit, Dondrae was giving me head in a way that I never had experienced before. A way that I wouldn't mind exclusively having.

I tightened my grip on his scruff as he quickened his pace. I felt the head of my cock prod against the back of his throat.

“Keep going," I whispered in ecstasy.

Shuddering, I shot my load, cock trembling with joy the whole while. Dondrae tried to swallow it all, but some of it dribbled out of the sides of his mouth. When the throbbing stopped, Dondrae slid my cock out and used his long tongue to slurp at the semen dripping from his mouth and then gave my cock a bath, licking at it until it was clean.

Then he collapsed on the ground next to me, panting heavily. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my nose against his and feeling his hot breath caress my face.

“Thank you," I whispered, kissing him on the tip of his nose.

“No, thank you," he whispered back and ran his tongue across my face.

I heard the rustle of plastic behind us and I rolled over, ready to strike at the intruder.

Yaleen was sitting inches away laying on her belly. Her long, fox-like muzzle was resting on the palm of one of her black paws, staring at us with intense curiosity with her bright, green eyes. In her other paw was the entree bag from the MRE, which she dextrously snatched the marinated steak out from with two fingers, snapping at the meat with her jaws and noisily chewing with her mouth open. Very elegant of her.

“Fascinating entertainment..." she muttered, still chewing on my food.

After nearly a week of repetitive, uneventful weaving and wanderings through an endless maze of canyons, we were finally free and roaming a vast, endless plain of knee-high yellow grass. The grass was not dried up, mind you, it was lush to the touch and vibrant in color. It was rare to see a part of Planet that was so consistent in climate, it made the occasional clearings of frosted dirt all the more surprising when we first saw them, but shortly after they became as banal as the white sun that Planet orbited.

It had been hard witnessing Lazsh's death, but Dondrae had been a huge help in coming to terms with it. Every night we slept with our arms wrapped around ourselves and I couldn't help but fall into a deep, dreamless slumber. Dondrae would occasionally lick my face in his sleep, but it wouldn't be enough to wake me up and the only evidence of it happening was my face reeking of Lupiad breath after awakening.

Despite my restful sleep, I had been tired this morning and Dondrae offered to take the wheel of the Hauler. He wasn't nearly as good a driver as Lazsh or myself, occasionally slowing to a halt when attempting to maneuver around one of the many, minaret shaped rocks dotting the landscape and were only just tall enough to catch the cap of them above the grass; but he was careful and didn't try and push the Hauler past his abilities. With all of the scavengers and bandits around heading towards the Catacombs, I wasn't concerned about running into a fight anyways.

Through the side mirror, I caught the tip of a red muzzle leaning off the edge of the flatbed. I leaned in for a better angle and saw Yaleen was resting against the rim of the cargo area, staring wistfully off at the landscape. It was easy to get hypnotized by the empty plains but there was something sad in her gaze.

I kissed Dondrae on the side of his muzzle and swung through the back of the Hauler and onto the flatbed. Yaleen's ears flicked back sharply when I landed, but she didn't turn around. Her tail swished slowly from side to side, twitching sharply upon reaching the end of its swings, a motion that I didn't know the significance of.

“Everything okay?" I asked.

“I suppose so," she muttered, still absent-mindedly staring off into the distance. Her rifle was laying on its side next to her, it hadn't left her side since we reunited after Lazsh's death.

“Doesn't sound like it," I knelt down next to her, leaning my arms on the rim of the flatbed. I caught a glimpse of something shiny below her and found that her gloved paw was clutching her golden, ornate needler tightly.

“How can a species that barely has a nose be so nosy?"

“We compensate," I lightly bopped her on the tip of her black nose. If she hadn't been wearing her brown jumpsuit and the scarf around her neck, no doubt her hackles would have been raised, “snout-face."

To my surprise, she started laughing. A low, haughty laugh befitting her station, “If you dared to do that back home, I would have you put to death!"

“What? No clemency for friends?"

“Very well," she scratched the tip of her chin, “I'd give you the chance to escape to freedom while I hunt you down like an escaped slave."

“The Princesses' mercy knows no limits."

“Quite."

Her curious eyes locked on my rear. At first I was a bit afraid that she was admiring me, but then I looked and saw that she was staring at the pistol holstered to my hip.

“That's a new one, isn't it?" she asked, probing at the holster with a claw.

“Yeah, lost the last one at Rust when..." I grimaced, remembering the humiliation that the Lupiads inflicted upon me.

“You needn't say any more. I despised having that lizard force me to sleep in his arms, but he never did anything as bad as what you went through," she said with a sigh. “For what it's worth, I'm sorry to had to go through that."

“Compassion from the Princess?" I sarcastically joked to push away my anxiety. “How rare!"

“I merely showed compassion to see if it would make you stop emitting that awful stench you give off when you're sad!" she pinched the tip of her tiny nose.

“Another advantage for flat-faces!" I exclaimed. “But I'm serious, something seems to be bothering you."

“Why don't you smell me and figure it out yourself?"

I was about to shout for Dondrae when he cut me off.

“I'm not going to do it, Pawel," he shouted back. “It's not polite to do that to a Princess."

“Alright, fine! How about this..." I pulled out the Glock from my holster and pointed off in the distance, “...see that stone off in the distance?"

Yaleen sighed, “That one with the little sphere atop it?"

I nodded. It was much like the others serving as truck traps along the plains except for the target atop it. It was at around 2 o'clock from the truck and slowly about to begin passing by us.

“If I hit that, you tell me what's wrong. One shot."

“Very well," she sighed, “but if you miss, you have to do something for me."

“What?"

“That would be telling," she smirked. “It's nothing horrible, trust me."

“Two shots and we have a deal."

“Deal."

I raised the pistol and lined up the sights, instantly regretting making this deal. This was a tricky shot with a rifle, let alone a pistol, and although my left hand was starting to recover, it was still sore and I couldn't support my grip with it and I was stuck firing one-handed.

Thankfully, the odds evened out. The hauler came to a rumbling halt, Dondrae cursing and apologizing profusely. The stone was now at 3 o'clock and perfectly still. I lined up the shot and fired.

The sphere shattered, sending fragments of stone and bolts of electricity arcing along the grass. A tiny flame came to life on the tip of a blade of grass.

“Congratulations, human, you've started a brush-fire."

“Deals a deal, Princess."

She groaned, “Clearly I didn't think this through."

“Hey, I would have done whatever you asked if I had missed!" I said, which was a partial lie, depending on how extreme her request was.

“Very well," she gritted her teeth together, pushing herself away from the rim of the flatbed and leaning her back against a box of ammunition. “We're getting closer to my brother and I feel a little uneasy."

“We're not certain that it's hi-"

“It's him," she interrupted. “It has to be him. The chances of there being another green-eyed Vulpeculan are almost nil."

“That rare, huh?"

She nodded, “It's a sign of immense beauty and it's considered prestigious to have one as your concubine. A mated pair with one Vulpeculan having golden eyes and the other having green is often compared to an emerald-studded golden crown.

“Consequently, as more and more golden-eyed Vulpeculans mated with green-eyed ones, the latter became more and more rare. Aldor and I both having them is an anomaly, especially since our father had gold eyes. Which, sadly, created the whole mess we're in now."

“What do you mean?"

“Emeralds stud the golden crown, but they're not the crown," she grumbled, “there's nothing stopping us from inheriting, mind you, but father, in all his infinite wisdom, decided to put his will and testament behind a locked vault."

“Why would he do that?"

“Vulpeculan inheritance is a dangerous affair," she rolled her eyes. “I suspect that father wanted to prevent me and my brother from killing each other, so he made sure that only the both of us could open the vault together. Then father had to die shortly after Aldor allegedly went missing in combat and my Uncle Dar decided to start making claims that he's to inherit. Absolute nonsense, the wretched gray-tail just wants my land and to marry me off, probably to himself so I can be the emeralds for his crown."

“How does the vault need the both of you to open it?"

Yaleen pointed at her two eyes, “Retinal locked. It needs one of his and one of mine to open. I tried to have the door drilled open, but the damned thing would take years to break and Dar had already begun raiding my territory. No doubt he's sitting on my throne right now, eating my food and fucking my concubines."

“This all seems very avoidable."

“Tell that to my Father," she sighed. “But even if we find my brother, I'm worried. The Regulians will have mind-wiped him and he won't recognize me, he might not want to travel with it. And if I were to tell him the truth? Well, we all saw what happened to that wretched serial murderer."

“We'll figure out some way to convince him, trust me."

“And then even if we do get back, there's no telling what my father's will actually stated. For all we know, he might have actually proclaimed Dar to be the next Prince. What then? This will all have been for nothing!"

I patted her on the shoulder and she whimpered. A sound that was so unlike the brash Princess I was used to dealing with.

“Listen to me!" she laughed to hide the deep frown in the corner of her lips. “Yelping like a little kit!"

“It's cute," I scruffed the fur atop her scalp.

“Don't call me that!" she snarled, snapping her jaws playfully inches away from my face.

Chuckling, she returned to leaning over the rim of the flatbed. She lifted her needler, aiming the sights across the plains.

“Pawel, what do you intend to do after you leave Planet?"

“Go back home, I guess," I said. “There is a cure for our mind-wipe, isn't there?"

“As far as I was told, yes."

“A ringing endorsement."

“If the Regulian lied to me, we can track him down and make him pay."

“Then what? I roam around the galaxy, too afraid to go back home for fear of my brain exploding from running into an old friend?"

“You could always come back to Beta Vulpeculae and serve at my court."

“Hah!" I laughed. “We're no servants, but I wouldn't say no to crashing at your palace rent-free!"

“Oh? But you two would make such handsome concubines!" she whispered, licking her lips. “Especially Dondrae."

“Yaleen, I've told you a hundred times that I'm gay."

“What? You think I have to fuck every concubine I own? It's purely about the prestige and showing you off!" Yaleen peered at the back of Dondrae and growled lowly. “Though I must be honest, had you not claimed the mutt first, I would do all kinds of things to him..."

“Oh really?" I asked, laughing. “Dondrae, you into Vulpies?"

“I'm into you, Pawel!" he called back.

“Good boy!" I leaned across the flatbed and patted him atop the head.

“I'm glad you're not taking it personally," she said, firing off a needle with a sharp plink. “His people once tried to conquer our planet. It would be delightful irony if he were to serve me."

“That was centuries ago!" Dondrae yelled. “And then you surrendered to the Regulians as soon as they showed up!"

“We bent over for them and got rewarded with autonomy. You fought back, lost your Empire and then the Regulians forced you to bend over and took you from behind!"

“Again, a long time ago!" Dondrae fired back. “Lupiad, Sirian, Regulian? What does it matter? They all buttfuck you in the end!"

“Well put!" Yaleen exclaimed, pointing off into the distance. “Look! Another one of those rocks!"

I peered out and saw it almost immediately. The tiny, gray sphere peeking out from the tip of the grass fields.

“Another wager?" Yaleen suggested. “If I hit it, you and Dondrae come serve me back home."

“Not a chance!" Dondrae cried back.

“And if you hit it, you can stay at my place for as long as you wish. All the amenities of my palace await you, room and board included."

“Do it, Pawel!" Dondrae corrected himself abruptly.

I laughed, “Only if we switch guns and take one shot each. I've wanted to try out that fancy needler ever since I saw it."

“Agreed!"

We traded guns and quickly exchanged a brief explanation of how to use our guns. The needler was heavy, not really a surprise since it was covered in gold carvings, but it looked so tiny in Yaleen's paws. It was hard to aim, being something that was more meant for casual duels between nobility and the sights were a little crooked. I bemoaned myself for agreeing to the bet before checking it, but I hoped that Yaleen would have similar troubles with the Glock. It was in perfect condition and Yaleen had a hell of a shot, but if she was used to using this needler as a pistol, it might give her issues.

We waited silently, guns aimed at the plains as we waited for the sphere to pass us by. I took the first shot, almost not realizing that the dart had shot out until the sharp plink reached my ears, the recoil was almost non-existent.

“Kurwa!" I shouted as it became clear that the needle had missed the sphere. It wouldn't have destroyed it, but it would have stuck into it.

A loud pop burst next to me as Yaleen fired and I waited, biting my lip.

Nothing happened.

“A miss," she said, shrugging her shoulders, “a shame."

“I think this is the best result," I said."

“Why's that? You're not going to freeload off me, that's for sure!"

“Because it means the future is open," I breathed, taking in the fresh air mixed with cordite. “That is true freedom."

“Whatever you need to say to make yourself feel better!" Yaleen's mouth opened wide with a sharp laugh.

“Oh yeah!?" I snapped back. “I'll get the next one, just you wait and see!"

“The deal is off."

“I'll do it for fun!"

“Not if I hit it first!"

We spent the rest of the day laughing, firing off bullets and needles like we didn't have a care in the world. We switched guns from time to time and eventually started attempting to do trick-shots, at least until I caught a shell in the forehead from firing the Glock sideways.

This went on until Dondrae finally stepped in and scolded us for wasting ammunition. We stopped, but we also teased him and said he was only mad because he was struck driving. He was a little mad, but by the time we stopped the truck he calmed down and acted like nothing had happened.

As the sun set, we saw a faint glimmer in the distance, just above the horizon and below the sun. It was the peak of Quartz Mountain.