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The sun-shades on the rather thick hab-block windows opened to reveal the red giant that the planet of Hephaestos orbited around, a planet whose orbital period was identical to a rotation of its axis; Like Earth's moon, it's "year" and its day were the same, making six Hephaesti months constant, scorching sun and six Hephaesti months freezing, ashy snow. The planet was also extremely volcanically active, which permitted life to spawn and evolve to survive the harsh climates.

By this time, however, an intelligent species of iron-based life, the Lycanroc, had evolved, become spacefaring and created settlements that meant other species could survive and even live somewhat comfortably on the planet. It was this spacefaring civilization that let Gauss turn up at this planet.

Gauss was a descendent of Ninetales Morphs who had integrated within the Kitsune Empire. Morphs were all female and laid eggs, as opposed to standard Kitsune, who gave live birth and had males; However, given they paid taxes to the Imperial Tithe, they weren't legally any different. Gauss had moved to Hephaestos for business resons; There were valuable minerals to be mined here and since Hephaestos' flora was so radically different, trading the planet's strange resources and valuable minerals paid quite well, even considering the rather substantial tarriffs the Empire had on importing the goods of non-Imperial worlds.

Not that the incredible heat of the planet in daysummer was that big a problem for Gauss, as she owned two properties, one on each side of the planet, and she, as a Ninetales, was extremely heat resistant. In fact, she hated the cold and a hot, ashy, volcanic world in which the plants absorbed volcanic gasses and made oxygen was perfect for her.

Gauss mmphed and stretched her long, golden tails as the sun shades opened to signal it was daytime and her alarm went off. "Okay, AI, stop the alarm." "All right, miss Gauss." The AI replies and stops playing the alarm sound. "AI, is there any news?" "...Yes, miss Gauss. There is an opening at the palace arena today, they want volunteers for a duel, to unconsciousness." "...Is there anything on the to-do list, AI?" "No, miss Gauss, I have taken care of your business while you were sleeping~" "Good job AI, I appreciate it. Tell the arena I'm interested~" "Yes miss Gauss." The AI sent the message to the arena as Gauss got her clothes on. She dressed in a somewhat typical Imperial noble's gear, a light nanolaminate armour with some automated medical systems and the ability to seal and become a spacesuit. Or rather, she put the rather minimal frame on like a backpack and she let it fold over her form, matching it perfectly. Her tails became encapsulated in tight flexible nanomaterials as she prepared for the arena, not taking her sword or Type 2 Kinetic Carbine.

*****

The arena was pretty well packed, even in the days after the Hephaesti Slave Revolution that turned the planet from a slaveowning martial autocracy to an egalitarian, even more militaristic democracy, the locals still liked to see some good old-fashioned blood sport. Not to the death, mind you, but with bare fists, non-weapon powers and whatever armour the combatants could bring, this meant that, while people could end up fist-fighting in power armour, some combatants would turn up and use psychic powers, or magic, or racial abilities like fire breath. Of course, the psychic side very rarely summoned a daemon from the Immaterial or two, but considering that the locals were always armed and ready, that was rarely a problem.

This put Gauss in her nanolaminate armour up against a hulking female Midnight Lycanroc in rather basic power armour, while not as dangerous, fast and hard-hitting as an Emperor's Fist, a Synth Heavy Legionnaire or an Angry Marine, unaugmented 'rocs in basic power armour were nevertheless still not something a Ninetales in relatively light nanolaminate would want to get decked upside the head by, and would surely knock her cold in one shot.

The 'roc pounded one power-armoured fist inside the other paw and made a loud bang of metal. "I'll make sure you see your precious God-Emperor for a week!" The 'roc howled before taking on a sumo stance and starting to sush with the full strength of the power armour at Gauss. However, Gauss noticed one major flaw in the 'roc's defences. The 'roc had literally zero psychic protection. Oh, how bad this is for you, she thought.

A mere second before the 'roc was about to hit, Gauss jumped out of the way and the 'roc kept going, and tripped on something that wasn't actually there, falling to the ground with a ground-shaking rumble. Gauss smirked and unleashed her flame breath on the back of the power armour, specifically targeting the power armour's reactor.

The metal grew red-hot and the reactor glowed brighter than the Hephaesti sun, blowing the armoured plates clean off the power armour and making the emergency pneumatics open the power armour so that its occupant could climb out, and climb out the 'roc did.

To put it simply, the 'roc was not at all pleased, but she was also completely confused to the point of going bezerk, despite a rather massive burn on her back that actually liquified some of her steel-wool fur. The 'roc charged, snarling, at Gauss, who, due to her greater armour and actual training in how to protect herself, dodged and parried and otherwise frustrated the 'roc's attempts to dig her long, sharp claws into her toned Ninetales flesh.

All the while Gauss was looking through her opponent's mind, reading the 'roc's moves and looking for any backdoors like a Tracian tech support scammer would look through someone's registry keys. She dodged and parried and avoided swing after swing after lunge in the time it took, which was making her opponent even more angry, however, she found the 'roc's weakness. Namely, said 'roc lived alone and was quite lonely at home.

With a somewhat knowing smirk she then blew a kiss at the 'roc, at the same time, using her psychic power to turn the Roc's need to make tomato paste out of her fine golden ass into more intimate need- Sheer, unbelievable intimate need. Normally this technique only worked on those of the opposite sex, but Gauss wasn't new to the technique and managed to work out the kinks. This time, it worked a charm, the 'roc promptly forgot all about her need to rip Gauss' arms off and promptly fell on her rump, letting out quite the whimper of pain and need, her slit dribbling on the arena floor. The crowd watched slightly confused, but they didn't seem to NOT like what they were seeing.

"Feeling warm, miss 'roc?~" Gauss murred at her prey and the 'roc crossed her eyes and whimpered. "P-please, I'm so needy, I promise I'll be good, just relieve my heat~" The 'roc moaned loudly, presenting her red rump and lifting her tail in an inviting manner, one that Gauss could clearly not ignore as she licked her lips and let the armour around her crotch fold in. "Mmm, how do I know you won't be a bad doggo for me~" "I-I'll do anything, please, make me cum!~" The 'roc almost screamed, spreadying apart her lips and letting a dribble of arousal hit the ground.

"Mmmph, you make a pushy sales pitch~" The Ninetales licked her lips and used her power over fire to form a toy out of flame, one that wouldn't hurt her new rocky toy, but would be warm enough and solid enough to scratch her deepest itch, she made sure it had two ends so that she too would feel her own dripping arousal get sated. She shivered as she put it in and pushed into the 'roc hard and quick, drawing a breathy howl from the rocky wuff.

"Mmh, what's your name, rock bitch~" "L-Laurasia!~" The 'roc half-howled, half-moaned as her back arched heavily and her wide red hips wiggled, moving the toy inside Gauss and making her moan and clench. "Call me Gauss~" She play growled in the Lycanroc's droopy ear and started to rail into her at a none-too-gentle pace, after all, she was there to knock Laurasia out, a bit of soreness in the morning was the least of of Gauss' concerns.

The audience and the refs were watching with clear confusion and even a slight bit of shock and arousal that Gauss wanted to literally fuck Laurasia's brains into a blackout, but Gauss didn't care. It had been a LONG time since she'd handled someone else, and by the Emperor, she was going to get her fill and the prize money. Laurasia likewise didn't seem to care that she was basically being pounded by a giant flaming dildo, wiggling her hips for her "mistress" and letting out ragged moans and breathy howls, her clawed toes and handpaws clenchingand scratching deep into the floor as her every internal fire was, ironically, being fought with fire.

Gauss smirked and moaned at the lusty bitch she had snagged, gripping Laurasia's rocky, but still sensitive, chest and drawing her more dainty vulpine claws through the wiry fur. Laurasia seemed to be extremely sensitive, given she gasped and her voice caught in her throat as she roughly ground back into each and every one of Gauss's thrusts. However, Gauss wanted to make sure that, after Laurasia came to, she'd come by later, so after some groping, she somewhat roughly grabbed the underside of Laurasia's muzzle and lifted Laurasia's eyes to hers, which glowed scarlet.

"Look at your "mistress" when she talks to you~!" She play growls, clearly in play banter, she uses the chance to put suggestions into Laurasia's mind, so things turn out a little... Smoother than before, Laurasia's hips wiggle more and she clenches rougher, shivering as her spot is touched and the last of the suggestions are put into her mind. She coughs and howls as the flame toy inside her needy tunnel grows, slowly starting to bypass her barriers and enter her womb, bulging her stomach out with its sheer girth and causing, to Gauss's lack of surprise, a heavy mixture of pleasure and pain as the giant knot bumps on her.

"What do you say pet?~" "Please, mistress, LET ME FUCKING CUM~!" Laurasia howls out in a needy voice as Gauss smirks. "Good girl~!" She knots Laurasia roughly, both howling as they climax hard at the same time, Gauss's flame dildo vanishing and the result of Gauss' mind being connected to Laurasia's being fairly simple- Laurasia, not being able to handle it, goes out cold. Gauss wins handily.

*****

"Miss Gauss, you have a visitor." The AI tells Gauss as she's cooking dinner, in her "Spicier Than Your Memes~" apron. Gauss' ears perk and she smiles. "Let them in~" She sees the front door of the hab building open and Laurasia turns up... With the absolute most absurd and adorable of blushes.