FSE

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It looked almost peaceful from above. The murky atmosphere swirled in silence, supposedly breathable according to the ship's readouts even if it looked like some sort of toxic cloud hovering over the entire planet. Things were unusually silent on the crew deck as they made their descent through the thick, copper clouds. Sabel sat across from Krasnya, the cheetah fixated not on the coyote herself but on the checkered board in front of her. She held her fingers in the air, frozen, lost in concentration. And then there came a spark in her eyes as she spotted the perfect move, decisively sliding her playing piece across the game board to knock over the yote's bishop, looking up with a subtle smirk of triumph.

"Checkmate," she said firmly.

"No it isn't," Krasnya insisted, moving a piece aside to get it to safety.

"Close enough. Time to go." Sabel rose from her seat, gesturing to her half of the crew and moving to get herself suited up.

The ship wasn't always that crowded. What normally was a spacious vessel for Sabel's bounty hunting team of five wasn't nearly so luxurious when accommodating ten people at once. They were almost elbow to elbow, facing each other with indifference at best, and distrustful glares at worst. It wasn't the first time they'd worked together. Sabel and the coyote had history. It was a long story. But the short of it was, neither of them were especially happy to be cooperating again, suspecting the worst from one another. It wouldn't be the first time one of them had screwed over the other in one way or another. Or just screwed each other. There was that too. But it was neither for any backstabbing shenanigans nor out of lust for the rival-turned-occasional-partner Krasnya. For a job like this, Sabel knew she was going to need more bodies. And it was entirely possible some of them weren't going to be making it back onto the ship.

There were all manner of stories about what the artifact actually did. Some called it a doomsday device, something that could not possibly fall into the wrong hands. Others mocked it as nothing more than a trinket, a superstition passed around for the fun of it, maybe to lure bounty hunters into a trap to be robbed. Others still whispered of something more than that, something that wasn't a weapon exactly, but that possessed or perhaps contained some sort of ancient power beyond explanation. Setting foot on the planet for the first time, dressed in an airtight black jumpsuit that hugged her curves as snugly as a second skin, Sabel felt like the third explanation was the most likely. There was a distinct energy wafting through the air, something that tickled at her whiskers, made her tail twitch. And it also made her cock twitch just a little, something subtle but nonetheless distinctly visible in her outfit. Whatever it was she was sensing, her body _liked_it.

The sounds of boots clomping onto the ground behind her echoed through the empty canyon before them. There were thirteen of them in total, including both groups of hunters and a few extra mercenaries they'd hired to pad out the ranks. Sabel hadn't bothered to learn their names, though she knew it was hardly going to be necessary. The hired hands came in the form of Cody, a slim and unassuming calico cat with some impressive mechanical skills, May, a fairly broad-shouldered doberman with a grim look on her face at all times, and Mahiri, a nimble leopardess who Sabel admittedly mostly hired for that nice bust, and how well one of those bodysuits fit her. Of course, Sabel trusted her own crew the best, and they were all there. Erica, Jasmine, Lauren, Ysilla - the lizard, pantheress, lioness, and elephant had a fearsome reputation all around the galaxy as the most capable crew of bounty hunters, though Krasnya's gang was no slouch either.

Aside from the coyote herself, they were a whole assortment of deadly creatures just as capable as Sabel's crew, or so they claimed. The cheetah took her time in scanning over each of them, just to make sure she had a mental note of who was covering her flank. Fawx there, the fox guy, fixed up with a cybernetic hand that was useful in fixing anything that broke down during their extended travels together. Ophelia was a dark-scaled dragoness, a taller and broader figure than the rest, painting an intimidating silhouette amid the other bodies. Then there was Ridley, a confidently sexy mix of badger and red panda, casually leaning back against the ship, flipping a coin. Sabel still wasn't sure what to make of her, but she couldn't be thinking too hard about who she trusted and who she didn't. For once, they were just going to have to put aside their differences, despite previous transgressions. If they were going to get back at each other, they could do it later, when it didn't risk messing up the most important operation any of them had ever been on.

She thought about giving some sort of elaborate speech on the importance of trust and working together, but she really wasn't in the mood. The allure of riches beyond anything she had ever seen was far too strong. So too was the curious draw of that distant energy, of the something in the air that kept her just a little firm, just a little excited, feeling it washing over her body, soaking into her senses. She couldn't explain it, but it drove her forward, a silent siren song that filled her head with the promise of sensations beyond description. Imbued with a new sense of urgency, she jabbed a finger forward and nodded to the extended group, simplifying her speech into two sentences.

"We're going. Don't fuck this up."

That was all she needed to say, really. Everyone knew why they were there. They knew it was going to be dangerous. The only thing that would get them all through safely was trusting one another fully. Maybe. But that seemed unlikely when they were already giving each other shifty-eyed looks, as if each one of them expected someone from the opposing group to stab them in the back at any moment. Literally or lewdly speaking. Sabel watched Krasnya's every move, and the coyote gave her a close inspection right back, the two of them pacing around in stride with one another. The groups were similarly keeping a close eye on the other half, and the hired muscle was getting glances from everyone. They were so busy inspecting one another for malicious intent that they were hardly looking at the path ahead. Maybe they would have seen the storm coming sooner if they were paying closer attention to their surroundings rather than each other.

At first it was little more than some drifting dust, a light breeze through the rust-coloured dunes that hardly seemed like a sign of danger. It picked up as they marched, those many athletic bodies packed into those form-fitting suits working steadily to progress towards their goal. Holographic navigators guided the way when visibility started dropping. Nobody was showing any particular concern just yet. Faces were stoic, focused on the goal ahead of them. Some of them were maybe a bit jumpy, especially that calico. He was probably the youngest and smallest of the crew, working with a bunch of people he'd never worked with before. He was right to be a little jittery, but it was more than just nervousness. Something was tickling at his senses, something that made his fur stand up, made his tail twitch, and had him checking over his shoulder every few steps just to make sure nothing was following them. He simply couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him. Specifically him.

The winds whipped up with a dangerous howl, the dirt beneath their boots starting to rumble. It sounded as if something were awakening inside the planet, like some great dragon stretching its wings out under the surface. But it was probably just the weather. A few touches to the collars of their suits, and their facemasks were unfolding, shielding them from the cutting sting of sand, keeping their visibility at least partially intact. Their progress slowed, pushing against the wind, leaning forward with their arms in front of their face. They didn't come all that way just to be stopped by a little storm, though the shifting dust and dirt was making it more difficult to keep track of each other. They couldn't see much farther than an arm's length around them, and so they just had to assume that everyone was still there, that no one had wandered off or been lost in the storm. For the most part they were fine, grouped together in a tight formation, their expertise and experience working together keeping them coordinated even when they were lacking sensory input. Their masks had a heads-up display, letting them keep tabs on the vital signs of each other bounty hunter, a measure of their respective heart rates displayed in the lower left corner. They didn't notice one of them going into the red until it was far too late.

Cody was right to worry. The creature moved with the utmost of stealth, camouflaging itself into the dunes whenever he turned to glance in its direction. He hardly got a good look at it even when it struck, but if he had he might have described it as a dinosaur. Its belly scales were luminescent, glowing with an ethereal light like the gleam of gold. Curved claws dug deep into the dirt, bracing it in place as it lunged its head forth, opening its jaws to reveal a set of deadly teeth like sawblades. Rather than pounce, it simply spat its tongue forth, a thick, glistening appendage dripping with drool, snapping out with the speed of a bullet and wrapping around its target with a grip like that of a constrictor python. It might have been little more than a beast, but it was smart enough to have a preference. That small feline might not have been nearly as filling as some of the other options, but he was the least likely to break out of the grasp of its tongue, the least likely to cause injury while subduing him. And most importantly - he looked delicious.

The space-raptor was drooling so heavily it was pattering down on the dirt as he hooked the cat's ankle and yanked him right off his feet. Cody gave a cry, flailing his hands, grabbing for the nearby team, but nobody even reacted. They couldn't hear him in those roaring winds, and the flash of movement was hardly enough to catch their eyes. Claw as he did at the dirt, he was dragged off, kicking and struggling, the tongue yanking him back so fast he all but disappeared. His heart rate went into overdrive, leaving the group pausing in place, looking around to see what was wrong, but they couldn't see him. The raptor snapped him back into its jaws feet-first, leaving those cries for help muffled by the cat's sputters as the spittle splashed in his face. The creature set to gnawing around his body but it was doing so gently enough to keep from piercing his suit. Instead, it simply nibbled along his thighs, dragging him inwards until it could start loudly gulping down his legs, chirring with delight as it ate him whole.

The rest of the group exchanged some looks, silently considering whether to go looking for him. As they searched around the immediate area, the raptor gulped him down, again and again, slathering his face with that silky smooth tongue, slobbering all over its prey while Cody grasped desperately at those jaws, even clinging to the space-dino's teeth in one last grab for rescue. Maybe they could have pried him out of there safely as a team, dragged him to safety and overpowered the creature with superior numbers. But they couldn't find him in the mist and dirt, the blowing winds keeping the beast invisible, drowning out all those sloppy sounds of swallowing until it was far too late. The glimmering dino tossed its head back, flailing the cat around inside his mouth, limbs soaring all around, and finished him off with a final, triumphant GLURK that was just loud enough for the rest of the group to hear it. That mercenary kitty wasn't going to be fixing anything as just a bulge behind some thick, copper scales, bulging out those glimmering marks, swinging back and forth as he struggled. The gurgling started up immediately, churning away at that trapped feline, prepped to turn him into dinner for an unidentified space monster.

They saw his heart rate go into overdrive, blinking on their heads-up display at such a number Sabel thought it must have been glitching out. And then, in time, it flatlined, and then it went completely dark as his suit was destroyed. There was nothing they could do but keep moving, lest whatever danger had claimed him get a hold of them as well. But that wasn't any worry. The beast was satisfied with its sagging gut all full of cat, shuffling off with its belly bouncing and wobbling as Cody digested, no longer showing any signs of life but for the occasional twitch as he melted down in those alien digestives. Their numbers were already diminished, but they weren't turning back. They all knew the stakes, and in truth - they knew that the hired mercs would be first if things went bad. Speeding up their pace, they left the cat to his fate, to get processed through the digestive system of an alien and to make the creature's belly glow a little brighter.

Krasnya eventually broke the silence. She'd seen much worse things happen to people she knew much better, so she had to be forgiven for her relative nonchalance.

"Damn. I knew I shouldn't have paid him in advance."

"That was presumptuous of you, wasn't it dear?" Sabel teased, pressing the way forward.

The storm eventually cleared when they marched far enough, leaving them all covered in coppery dirt, brushing themselves up as they considered the landscape in front of them. They'd passed through the canyon where they'd landed, moving from a dry landscape into something that was damper, something more like a marsh. Their boots sank into the mud all of a sudden, the transition an abrupt one, as if the two landscapes had been pasted together. Sabel held up a hand, and then reached for Krasnya's. The coyote gave a narrow-eyed glare, but she understood the importance of such a thing, grasping the cheetah's hand and then reaching out for Ridley's. The crew formed a chain as they crossed the swamp, gripping tightly to make sure nobody got lost or sunk down to the bottom with an errant step, stretching from Sabel all the way to May at the end, her muscular bulk serving as a solid rear guard should any more predatory creatures be sneaking up on them.

They mucked along until they were moving from mud into just thick, swampy water, wading forth. Their suits kept them dry, deflecting all the moisture as they sloshed along in silence, their ears perked for signs of predators or other hostiles. It wasn't just the wildlife they had to worry about. Rumours went of a group, one best described as a technocult more than anything, who kept guard of the artifact with fanatical devotion. There was no further intel in all the universe on them - Sabel knew, because she had her best contacts searching it out. Being forewarned was good enough, as far as she was concerned. Though as they splashed along, slightly winded from the effort of wading through such swampy waters, their progress slow and effortful, she swore she saw something else stirring. They hadn't been ready for the wildlife, but they didn't even suspect the plant life of being hostile too.

It hardly looked like anything but a simple flower, a bright yellow highlight among the otherwise murky swamp. It was just the sort of thing to draw the eye, the group turning towards it one by one, mesmerized. There was a pleasant scent in the air, a pheromonal aroma that worked into their minds until there were bulges showing in those outfits, one after another. It was such a distraction that nobody noticed the vines winding through the water, all around their ankles, weaving through the crowd until they had settled upon their chosen target. Maybe it was random, or maybe the plant knew enough to choose the biggest among them. May gave a sudden gasp, the large canine tensing up as something snatched her by the ankle. And that was all she managed to get out before she was dragged beneath the water with a splash, submerged as those vines retracted, reeling her in. That was when they saw it open its mouth.

The petals stretched apart to reveal a toothy maw, a deep, wet gullet lubricated with some sort of slime. That was where the big dog went, shoved in face-first and instantly enveloped in petals. They were a lot stronger than they looked. They must have been, because even the mighty doberman's struggles were nothing to break out of them. She was enveloped, subjected to something wet-sounding as the plant aggressively schlucked at her form, slowing those struggles down until she was barely moving. She hadn't lost consciousness yet, but she was instead left assaulted with a dose of pheromones so potent that she couldn't feel afraid, couldn't focus on anything but soaking and basking in that arousing scent, throbbing hard as the hungry plant sealed her in to feed on her. The rest of the crew couldn't move fast enough to get to her, and they could already see vines creeping out in their peripherals. Sabel jabbed a finger forth, and gave a command.

"Hurry! Get to solid ground! No time to save her!"

They weren't keen on leaving another team member behind to be slowly digested, but they weren't keen on being plant food either. Running in waist-deep swamp water proved strenuous, but it was worth it to prevent a terrible fate. They emerged panting dripping on the other side of the swamp, though their suits quickly returned to ordinary dryness once the water had fallen from it. It took them a few moments to collectively catch their breath again, and then they were ten. That was going to have to be enough. After their retreat had ended, they were faced instead with an eerie silence, gazing up at a mountain just before them, something that again seemed simply placed down with no consideration of the landscape. At the base there was a dark mouth, an opening into the unknown hummed of danger. There was a vibration in the air, something they could feel, but not hear, something that made their muscles twitch and their hearts beat a little faster. The lingering whiff of predatory plant pheromones still lingered in their noses too, ensuring they were still mildly aroused here and there, some of them sporting some impressed outlines of sheaths and dicks that pulled their outfits that much tighter around their curves.

Things were quieter as they approached the cave. The energy was peaking. They weren't just lightly aroused by then. They were blatantly horny, sporting hard-ons that oozed beneath their outfits, or soaked sexes that dripped down thighs. The scent of pheromones was high in the air once more, leaving them biting or licking their lips, swishing their tails, starting to turn and look at one another with gleams of lust in their eyes. For a short time, it was as if they'd forgotten all about their entire objective for a time, starting to fixate on each other's bodies, even move in for a few gropes. They hadn't yet moved to disrobing when a fiery light nearly blinded them, the darkened cave suddenly illuminated by what looked like a thousand separate light fixtures. They were strung up in elaborate patterns, casting the scene in a faintly erotic orange glow. Such a light reflected pleasantly on the smooth silver fur of the cave's many denizens, each of them posed defensively before the eyes of the bounty hunters, their bodies fully bare, they stripes shining an incandescent blue to highlight their salacious bodies.

Even a group of bodacious bounty hunters like them had never seen bodies quite like those before. They came in every shape and size, but each and every one of them was an elegantly striped sabre-toothed cat. From the exceptionally busty, or the slender males with incredibly curvy hips, to the solidly built and intimidatingly muscular. Where there were tits, they were the size of those cats' heads. Thick equine dicks twitched atop fat sacks, already swelling and filling out to an intimidatingly juicy flare. Ripe, hot pussies dripped down thighs, soaked and puffed, emitting a sweet dose of pure, exotic pheromones. Their eyes glowed in unnatural ways, looking as if they'd been replaced with some sort of tech, or merely imbued with energy beyond their comprehension. An anthropologist would have had a million questions to ask. But Sabel only had one.

"So. Are you all here to stop us?"

"No," came the decisive answer, from more mouth than one. They spoke in eerie unison, forming one single voice of depth and potency. "We are here to test you."

"Hmm," came the cheetah's reply.

Krasnya cut in. "And what sort of test might that be?"

"You wish to control the artifact. Prove to us you can withstand it. Prove to us you are potent."

In case it wasn't clear what that meant, the many felines set to groping at themselves, giving some collective moans that grew to growls. It was an oddly aggressive form of self-pleasure, jerking at cocks, plunging fingers into cunts, squeezing deep into the ample heft of their breasts. They were groaning out as if in defiance, daring them to come closer. Their numbers were almost equal to the hunters, but they had a significant advantage in overall size. And girth. There was no fleeing by then. The guardians had already fixated on their chosen targets, sizing them up from afar, making their first moves forth. Sabel held up a fist to her group, telling them to hold position, to prepare to withstand whatever was coming for them. Or on them. After all, their goal was in sight. There really couldn't have been any other reason for that elaborate coffin-like container just behind them, covered in a series of shackles to keep its contents absolutely secure. The artifact must have been there.

The energy was thickest then. Those cats glowed brightly, their eyes and stripes alike giving off that strange light as they made their approach. Some of them were crouched low, ferocious looks in their eyes like they were about to pounce on their prey. Others wore subtle smirks behind their fangs, eyes flashing with flirtatious intent. The thrumming was intense, heated, bringing the hunters to the peak of their arousal, throbbing in their outfits, starting to step out of them with hardly a second thought. Piles of discarded clothing littered the cave floor as pheromones wafted thickly, those many cats imbued with a scent so enticing it was worth drooling over, making knees tremble, lips quiver with lust before the seasoned bounty hunters managed to steady themselves, just in time for the tackles or the grinding that soon ensued, their surroundings clouded and steamy as the scene devolved into a furious orgy of bodies rubbing together.

Sabel wasn't even sure how many sets of hands were groping her. It wasn't just the guardians either. Those sabercats evoked such a sense of lusty indulgence, just by being in their presence, that it became a free-for-all. The crew rubbed at each other as much as they did at those mysterious, possibly dangerous strangers, none of them seemingly too concerned with what those 'tests' might have been. So far, so good. It all felt right, and kept them in that worked up state until that horde of bodies was smearing fluids on each other's fur or scales, coming about as close to penetration as possible but not outright fucking each other just yet. Sabel was rumbling, purring even, losing herself in the sensations, not caring whose body she ended up against, eventually finding herself falling into the soft embrace of a gorgeously padded, thickly curved female among the many cats, all but collapsing on top of her, squishing her face into tits the size of her entire head each as got wrapped up in those ample thighs.

She looked up from her place between the sabre-milf's tits and into the eyes of her unexpected partner, and saw gleaming back at her a gaze of intense lust, of need. There really was nothing she could do but delve deep between the legs of that thick cat. She looked like a breeder among the guardians, ample in every way, like a cushy pillow to rub up against. Sabel was already rock hard. The sabrecat was soaking wet. She didn't bother to hesitate, nor to build up to such a thing. Once she found her target amid all the slick grinding, she was shoving forth, penetrating smoothly, gushing inwards as she squelched along, gliding on lube of the luscious feline's lust. She shoved inside until she was balls deep in sabrecat pussy, giving a chirp of pleasure as she felt that distinct clamp on her cock, massaging her every inch, holding her so tightly with those well-trained inner muscles she hardly had to thrust to get herself off. But if this was to be a test, she wasn't going to hold back.

It had been a while since she'd properly rutted someone. Oh, she'd fucked plenty in recent weeks, but she was always holding back a little. There weren't many people who could take that cheetah dick at full force without complaining. That breeder cat though, she wasn't even hesitant. She wasn't even speaking, only rumbling out those growly calls for more, broadcasting her desire with deep, vibrating demands that resonated all the way down to Sabel's cock. A thrust, and she saw that big cat snarl, but rather than be intimidated, she just let the thrill of seeing those long teeth flashing at her spur her on. She fucked and thudded deep, going rough, going fast, putting her natural speed and well-trained strength to use to pound that big cat deep, bringing up such a splashing mess that they both of them were soaked from tits to thighs in the collective juices of their coupling. Sabel hardly had any idea what was going on around her. She was supremely focused on pleasuring that bigger feline silly, slurping her tingly tongue along the swell of the broad bosom in front of her, watching it jiggle with the force of her steady thumping, her stamina remaining intact even as she moved to breed at such a speed as to become little more than a spotty blur clenched tight between two thick and striped feline thighs

She was lost in the moment by the end. Her body operated entirely on instinct, savouring the exotic taste on her tongue as she drooled upon the sabre-tiger's tits. There was something almost supernatural about it. Or maybe it was the most natural of all, bringing her back to a bestial state, to those base instincts that had existed in her species long before they acquired sentience. She was mewling some, producing a mix of cat noise both aggressive and gentle, sounding almost pacified even as she rutted that bigger cat hard enough to jiggle her thighs and ass. She was gripping tight, slurping, even biting by the end, and that fangy milf soaked it all up, clenching and massaging, making it harder and harder to keep a steady pace with how tight she was getting. Sabel tossed her head back when she felt the pressure reaching a peak, her fat sack pulling up tight enough to thud against her body, churning, twitching, her tail lashing out as her face slipped into a scrunched up snarl. She pumped that pussy full of cum until she was feeling it overflowing down her spotty thighs, leaving the stripey breeder swelling as she yowled, long fangs dripping with saliva as she drooled her way through orgasm, milking that cat dry with the ferocious squeezes kneading all around Sabel's every inch, making sure she nutted herself dry, leaving the cheetah panting, slumping, cock swimming in the overflow of her own cum as it dribbled to the cave floor below, the rock warmed by their collective body heat.

She was going to need some time to recover. In the afterglow, she came to realize how sore her hips were just from slapping against that big cat over and over. But the guardian was relaxed and purring, a satisfied look in her narrowed eyes, hardly looking aggressive in the slightest. She served well as a pillow in the meantime while she recovered. Sabel was a cheetah. Surely she didn't need long to be back and springing on her feet again. She had to set a good example for her crew after all. Not that they were paying any attention to her. Sabel may have passed her test, or at least it seemed as much, but everyone else was still in the midst of the depravity and madness, bodies thudding against one another, moans and cries and even screams ringing out, echoing in the deep cave. Not everyone was getting it was gently and generously as Sabel, either. Knowing there wasn't much she could do, the cheetah just relaxed atop that swollen guardian, observing the plights of her crew and rivals alike with an expression of lewd amusement.

Krasnya looked more or less in control of things, though she was flat on her back beneath the weight of another of those fine sabres. She'd been chosen by one of the males, though that was hardly evident at first glance. He was taller than her, but his body was sloped and curved in the most feminine of ways, leading down to the rounded shape of his girly ass. Which he had planted firmly on the coyote's dick, already well beyond hotdogging and bouncing on her knot. He was solid all over, athletic, yet so very soft. His butt gave such an appealing jiggle as he arched his back, giving a little grin over his shoulder at her while she gripped him by the hips, enduring his ride, making it sloppy with every gush of pre she pumped up into his tight, stripey rump. She was open-mouthed panting, her tongue flopped out over her lower lip, drooling some as she focused her eyes on that gorgeous backside thumping her hips and balls over and over. She was gonna knot that ass no matter what was happening around her.

"Don't tire yourself out, doggy," Sabel teased, despite still being out of breath herself.

The coyote didn't even seem to notice. She was lost in the pleasure of a fine ass working her cock, tightly massaging her with some nice squeezes but mostly just thumping and bouncing. The sabrecat had such form, such poise, riding her like he was putting on an olympic-level gymnastics performance. His pace was steady, and he didn't so much as flinch when that knot started spreading him open. One thump, and it popped halfway inside, only to slickly pop right back out as he lunged upwards, his plump equine dick swinging right up near his face, spurting out gobs of pre thick enough to coat his features in a shiny mask. Then he went down again with a particularly solid thud and the cave was briefly filled with the sound her a knot jamming up tight inside a perfect rump, tying in place, finally shaking that confident cat's demeanour as he launched into a mewling yowl, sounding as feminine as could be as he clamped down hard on the coyote's knot. Kras was steady until that point, but that was enough to make her jump and flinch, giving a sharp enough whimper that Sabel chuckled as she watched the yote desperately squirming, overstimulated, her hips jumping up and down as the sabre-boi worked her dick until she really had no choice but to blow her load inside him.

For her part, she didn't take it lying down. Literally speaking. Sitting up sharply, she wrapped her arms around the fine cat's chest, pulling him back against her own, nipping and biting at the scruff of his neck while she bounced him in her lap. He might have been heavy for such a girly boy, but she wasn't letting that stop her. She gripped him and squeezed him tight while his cock bulged with the load pumping through it, her knot swelling up even larger inside him from all the squeezing. A toss of her head, a yip, a bark, and she was filling him with cum, letting herself bottom out between those soft, stripey cheeks, sending that trim belly sloshing with the sheer volume she was putting out. Her grip on him tightened, almost choking him with how tightly she held his chest, making absolutely sure he stayed right in place while she emptied every drop she had inside him, as if her knot wasn't already doing that job for her. He responded in kind with few teasey bumps up and down, before twitching, bouncing, and throwing his whole body into one hard slam down on her dick as he filled the cave with the scent of feline cum, his fat shaft spurting clear across the entire area to spatter the wall with seed, hosing down his immediate surroundings and several of the other participants in that exhausting intergalactic orgy.

Among them was Erica, the lizard hardly even reacting to the spatter of feline seed rolling down her calf. Krasnya might have been flopping back, relieved and spent, but satisfied to have passed her test, but Erica was still deep in the middle of it. She didn't have the luxury of control, either. She'd been seized by a brute of a male, a great, muscular creature who was hunched and built more like an animal than a proper anthro. Maybe he was something of a were-cat, a halfway point between intelligence and complete animal instinct. He certainly fucked like a beast. Erica wasn't complaining, mind, even as she got herself bent over and fucked right off her feet. The strength of that colossus was such that she looked weightless in his grasp, his fingers digging deep into her hips, her tail raised high while he rutted her ass to numbness, drooling on her as he snarled and spanked her with a pair of nuts the size of her asscheeks, flinging pre and sweat alike in all directions while he rutted her like a sex toy. She was little more than a scaly condom for his cock, her own flopping back and forth along with her flailing tits, her tongue drooping several feet from her open jaws, swinging around with his every brutal thrust. And she was loving every second of it.

It was a feat of durability, but she didn't just endure a monster fuck that would have turned a regular person inside out. She thrived on it, hissing, moaning, getting herself spanked over and over while those deadly teeth gnashed above. All the guardians had impressive sets of teeth, but his were especially so, gleaming brightly as he held that vicious snarl, looking like he was moments away from biting her in two. He held off on that urge, instead rutting her, slamming her, making her belly bulge with the shape of the equine dick stuffing her full to brimming. It was outlined so clearly Sabel could see the flare, swelling and spreading out just beneath Erica's tits, keeping that jiggling going while he slammed his fat dick between those shiny green cheeks, making a splattered mess beneath her tail that dripped down her taint and sack, spattering to the floor as he went at her. By then, he was stuffed so deep inside her she could practically taste his dick. Or maybe that was just his overall scent, that potent, virile aroma wafting all around, worked up thicker and thicker as he exerted himself in demolishing her.

The cave was already loud enough, filled with a cacophony of sexual noises, with_schlurps_ and grunts and smacks and moans, but his roar triumphed over all of them, drowning out all else as his cock swelled to its fullest and he buried balls deep inside the lizard to flood her with his cum. She wasn't just overflowing with it, she was drooling it, all within moments, letting it pour over her lower lip as her belly swelled to the point of ballooning. She was swollen as she spurted, cumming all over the floor and her own fat gut as she got turned into a stretched condom for that monster-sized load of kitty cream. A satisfied hiss fell over her as she finished spurting, though the big cat was still unloading in her for several seconds more, his cock still not softening even once he'd slowed to a trickle inside her. He released her hips, keeping her suspended in the air with the strength of his dick alone, until she finally began to slide off towards the floor, slumping down with a heavy splatter, cum spraying and then just oozing out of her stretched ass as she lay flopped there beneath him, cradling her belly in a puddle of his seed.

An indifferent-sounding grunt was much less aggressive than before, and seemed to indicate that she had passed as well, or at least served to satisfy him without breaking into pieces. He wasn't the only brute among the guardians. Another one was built similarly to him, though this one was female. She had a look of murder in her eyes, and Ridley was the unfortunate victim of her aggression. Or fortunate. It wasn't apparent at first, that badgerwah buried beneath the weight of the lady-brute atop her, barely visible as she remained sprawled there just trying not to be crushed, fruitlessly pushing at the sabrecat's hips while she got herself slammed down into the ground. She was balls-deep in the beastly feline's pussy, getting smashed against the floor by the sheer force of the ferocity being unleashed upon her. She was biting her lip, closing her eyes, doing her best not to be crushed and hardly succeeding, the steady smack and thud of that muscled female riding her rolling through her body, rattling her to the core. But through it all, she was still getting her dick shoved deep into a tightly clenching cunt, spurting inside the warm depths of that fearsome kitty, treated to the ride of her life. As long as she could last.

Really, there was no one who could have blamed her for blowing her load. The majestic tightness working around her shaft and the brutal thumping that threatened the integrity of her pelvis, there was no withstanding that for long. A whimpered cry caught in her throat, and before she could stop herself, she was spurting deep inside the beastly sabre, making a mess of that sopping sex, letting her seed stream down her own sack as it dripped from the guardian's depths. That hulking feline for her part was not remotely pleased. She wrenched herself off Ridley's shaft before she was even done cumming, dripping with the soaking mess pumped into her, a look of furious aggression on her face. Ridley didn't even see it, busy simmering in the afterglow, her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open to let out some little moans, the last few ropes laying over her belly. But she definitely knew she'd done something wrong when she got snatched up by one of those meaty paws, her whole face fitting into the palm of the sabrecat's hand as she got wrenched into the air and dragged along for the ride.

The big cat only hesitated for a moment, considering the hybrid from a few angles. Ridley gave a nervous little grin, but that wasn't enough to save her. She'd failed the test, as vague as the terms might have been, and that meant she was moments later stuffed face-first into the same sex she'd just fucked. The best she could get out was an mmf as she was so carelessly shoved inwards, not just smothered but pushed inside by those forceful paws. The stub-tailed feline snorted and huffed as the badgerwah's shoulders popped past the resistance of her tight sex, dunking Ridley in a puddle of her own cum, mixed with those thick juices of the cat's pent up arousal, kicking into overdrive as she clamped down upon her prey. Those inner muscles held on tight, and began to drag her inwards with every juicy squeeze, the slick sounds ringing in her ears, making her head spin as she was swallowed up by that flooded pussy. Her fur got matted down flat by the mesas soaking into her, and that richly feminine scent overwhelmed her, the deeper she went. There was such a sweetness to it that she couldn't help but let it fill and soothe her mind, pushing away any panic she might have felt, sinking into the embrace of those velvety insides as they slurped her inwards with every lusty contraction.

Lauren wasn't in any position to watch Ridley's feet disappearing into the tight folds of the sabrecat, getting sealed away with a spatter and a squelch, clenched up tight by those internal muscles as the badgerwah was nearly drowned in thickly flowing felines juices. She wasn't seeing much of anything at that point, far too immersed in the sack of her own partner, enduring her test with a series of richly-scented thumps and grinds to her face. The cat atop her was a mix of muscle and smooth, salacious curves, a confident expression on her long-fanged face as she soundly teabagged the lioness halfway to senseless, thumping up and down again and again, or simply settling in to utterly smother the other cat with her nuts. They were big enough to fully covered the shape of the lioness' muzzle, and all Lauren could do from such a position was kiss and slurp, making sure she didn't remain passive, using the full texture of her tingly tongue to stimulate the guardian as best she could while getting herself dominated and covered in that rich scent.

A swipe of tongue a little deeper and she got a good taste of the big cat's pussy, finding an opportunity to push the very tip of her tongue exactly against the tender nub of the sabre's clit. She rubbed there a while, feeling that twitching reaction, those convulsions running right down the length of her toned thighs. She even let a little gasp escape her as she savoured in the sensation of the lioness worshipping her and pleasuring her. Not that it made her move any more gently. If anything, she was shoving down even more harshly, utterly immersing Lauren in balls and sex alike, shoving her nose between those nuts while she kept her muzzle pressed to those tender pussy lips. Lauren was shoving inside in time, twirling her tongue with natural expertise, burrowing deep to eat the big kitty out even with that sack still firmly planted on her nose. The schluck of her tongue plunging in and out, penetrating hard and curling to taste from every possible angle was wet enough to ring out even among all the other sounds around her. Though that was soon drowned out by the increasingly piercing yowl emitting that statuesque beauty atop her face.

Even a seasoned guardian couldn't stand up to the skillful application of a lioness' tongue. She was arching her back, giving a few sharp thrusts in her face, only to lunge suddenly backwards and off of Lauren, leaving her panting as juices dripped down her features. That was hardly enough time to recover, and it wasn't for any sort of mercy that the sabrecat was relenting. Instead, she was simply lining herself up, gripping her horsedick in two hands, pumping it like a weapon as that broad slit expanded in front of Lauren's face, giving her just a moment to gaze inside before her vision went white and dark. She shut her eyes tight just in time, but she wasn't quick enough with her mouth. In seconds her throat was completely clogged with jizz, her features painted completely white, vanishing beneath the torrent until it was like she'd been erased for a few moments. She chugged down what she could, coughing up the rest, letting it pour all over her body as the guardian hosed her down in thick globs of spunk, streaming it from her splattered face to her tits belly, and down to her own shaft, claiming it with those potent spurts. There was enough cream pent up in the sabre's sack to travel all the way back up again, painting so thoroughly it was like every single strand of Lauren's fur was soaked, not a single detail of her front side left without that thickly musked mark.

She couldn't see a thing, stunned for several seconds, not even realizing at first she wasn't breathing right. After that, it was a matter of sitting up and coughing out the blockage in her throat, letting that cream dribble down her chin until she was gasping out again. Sitting up took some effort, leaving a waterfall of cum pouring down to pool between her thighs and all around her, leaving her basted and soaked, steaming in the scent of feline sex. The sabre was just crouching in front of her, licking her chops in what for a moment looked like a threatening display before she just grinned and leaned in to give Lauren a slurp on the cheek. Without needing words, she got the message. She'd passed the test, though only barely. If her talents made it a close call, then she definitely wouldn't have put any money on that last remaining merc's success. Mahiri was already a whimpering mess just off to her left, and she was getting it even harder then Erica had.

They were going to break that poor leopardess. Maybe that was the whole idea. Mahiri was bent right over, her paws not even touching the ground, her tail yanked out of the way by the big muscled male manhandling her, stuffing her pussy with that horsedick, making her belly bulge, rutting her like a breeding bitch. But that wasn't all. Another of the biggest ladies, just as beefy as the male, had her by the hair and shoulder, holding her in place to plunge a cock down her throat, fucking without a lick of care, bulging her gullet with her medial ring, stuffing the spotty cat's belly with pre. Mahiri's eyes were watering, and she was drooling as her got fucked brainless, barely even seeing. She was already a twitching, soaking mess, tensing up and shaking all over, shuddering her way through one orgasm, and then another, getting herself annihilated by those mighty guardians, a pair of nuts as big as her tits slapping against her on each side, leaving all her assets jiggling. Jasmine sat back watching that leopard getting broken, biting her lower lip as one of the more slender, seductive of the sabrecats ran her tongue up and down her shaft.

By comparison, the pantheress' treatment was positively luxurious, nothing more than an intensely detailed worship session by that lovely feline. It could hardly be called a test, especially compared to the leopardess getting utterly destroyed just beside her, but she wasn't going to complain. And it was still a toe-curling, rumbling session. Her dick didn't fit between those long fangs, but the sabrecat compensated by using her lips, her tongue, her hands, everything she could just to pleasure that towering pillar of meat in front of her. All cats had rough tongues, but the guardian's was extra tingly, making for such an intense sort of stimulation that Jasmine was struggling just to keep up, wanting to just flop down on her back and savour in the pleasure, her balls swelling with the orgasm welling up inside them. She was mewling out, doing her best not to look like she was getting overwhelmed, but those lips, those kisses, those little suckles working up and down her length, attending to every detail, every inch, it was too much. She was just about to reach her peak before she was distracted by the raunchy SPLURCH just beside her, that leopardess finally getting filled.

Jasmine sat back, throbbing as she watched the leopard getting herself swollen. She rounded out until it looked like she might burst, but instead she just kept getting bigger. Cum was overflowing down her thighs and chin alike, and she even looked like she was lactating for how full she was. Maybe that was just her letting off the pressure as she filled to bursting, her womb and stomach alike rounded out to the fullest as those horse-dicked cats ruined her. They pulled out and carelessly dropped her, proving that cats don't always land on their feet as Mahiri collapsed to the floor, sprawled out in the cum oozing out of her while the emptied the last few ropes over her back. There was hardly even a glimpse of her left, but for her tail sticking up out of the mess. And they came on that too. Jasmine watched those beasts looming over that hired merc, that unknown in the crew. It wasn't like she knew Mahiri - she wouldn't have been heartbroken to see them decide to consume her. Yet somehow, after a few glances between them, they grunted and nodded, deciding that the leopardess had passed, even if she looked like she might well have been unconscious or at least completely unaware of what was going on around her.

She didn't let that ruin her orgasm. The sabre was in the process of rubbing Jasmine's cock all over her face, smearing it around while keeping the tongue attention going, and the panther's peak hit her like a truck. Her body was jolting upwards, her back arching, turning her into a bridge as she shook, her heart pounding. The sabre ran her tongue right over the very tip of Jasmine's dick as the black cat went off, even teasing by lightly pressing right inside. That only lasted a moment before she was blasted right back by the force of Jasmine's orgasm, gushing forth and blowing that shiny cat over, flattening her with the power of a pantheress cumshot as Jas rowled all through the entire thing, her eyes shut tight. She hardly knew where she was spraying all that silky cream, gripping the base of her shaft and unloading, hosing down everything and everyone in sight. Her chosen guardian got the brunt of it, relaxing beneath the onslaught, letting herself get painted down, a little smirk on her face as she licked the stuff off her lips, mixing it with the taste of Jasmine's cock. When she was finally softening, the pantheress gave the curvy sabre a playful grin.

"Is that all? Do I pass?"

"Yes," came the reply. "I will be honest. I didn't want you to fail. I just wanted to have fun with you."

"That's generous of you."

"More than you know. Just look." The guardian nodded over to where Fawx was undergoing his test. "That could have been you."

It it wasn't for a little glimpse of his paws sticking out, no one would have even known it was the fox under there. He'd been chosen by perhaps the biggest of all the sabrecats, or at least the thickest. That lovely lady was voluptuous beyond words, definitely leaning heavily onto the plump side of things, with an ass big enough to completely envelop the canine in her stripey heft. She was smothering him without a hint of restraint, looking like she might have crushed him beneath her considerable weight, grinding back and forth on his face. Of course, he was throbbing hard through it all, even if his head was spinning from the lack of air, and his shoulders felt like they were about to crackle into dust. It wasn't even clear what he was supposed to be doing. Maybe just surviving was his test, but whatever it was, the guardian couldn't help her greed. She pressed down harder and harder, until Fawx was sure he was about to get flattened. Instead of such a gruesome end, he instead found himself slipping deeper into that firm hole kissing up against his muzzle. First it stretched to accommodate him, then it squeezed. And once it had its grip on him, there really was no escaping.

She shoved and she bounced, her generous assets jiggling with the force of her grinding and smothering, sitting on his face until she had claimed it. He was up to his shoulder in feline ass, and she wasn't stopping there. Another shove, another squeeze, and she was dragging him inside without so much as flinching. His broadest part popped inside, getting enveloped in her heated depths, worked over by those powerful internal muscles. She might have been one fat cat, but there was plenty of strength beneath her padding, and she was left to deeply moan as she devoured that fox with her booty, stuffing his dick inside her, letting him throb away while she flexed on his entire form. He definitely wasn't getting away, though he was hardly squirming. Maybe he'd simply suffocated. It looked like that from afar at first, but his curling toes betrayed his bliss, his moans far too muffled to be heard by anyone but himself, that dominant massage overtaking him one that kept him in a state of ecstasy.

He was blowing his load inside her by the time his paws were vanishing. She had never actually raised from her seated position, just using the natural contractions of her backside to drag him in, completely taking him and turning him into a bulge in her lower gut. Not much of one. She was thick enough he hardly showed, vanished amid her juicy curves, soon to be made part of them. The churning was already starting, her intestines working on him as surely as a stomach, starting to tug at him from all sides, already working on his fur. It wasn't going to be long before he was another victim claimed by the guardians. Maybe he had somehow failed to perform, or maybe that enormous cat had simply decided she wanted him all to herself. That didn't change his gurgly fate.

Just like that, there were only two more members of the group left to test. Ysilla found in one of the guardians a kindred spirit - a sexy ladycat who had a similarly sturdy build to her, and who was just as hung, if not bigger. There was something about her energy she liked too. The elephant gave a little smirk as he dug her fingers deep into her partner's hair, and that long-lost-twin of a cat did the same. Ysilla was balls-deep in one of the cute males by then, bending that girly boy right over, clutching at his hips as she pounded him, and the other sabre did the same to Ophelia. It became a little competition, an exchange of wits, a test of stamina and strength, showing off to one another. The dragoness half wished Ysilla would stop spurring on the big cat fucking her dumb. She was getting spanked so hard with a fuzzy pair of nuts she could hardly feel her own ass anymore, her scales glistening with the pre already splattering out of her with those forceful, impactful thrusts driving that horse dick deep, bulging out her belly. It all left her feeling like she was getting rutted by an actual horse, her tongue eventually flopping out her of her jaws, her eyes rolling back a little, thoughts clouding over as the pleasure overtook all. She hardly even remembered how she got there anymore.

That gorgeous femboi on Ysilla's dick was looking very much the same, swiftly nutting himself stupid while his trim belly bulged with elephant dick. That big pachyderm snorted as she saw it, giving him a spank before burying balls-deep inside his tight ass, giving him a stretching and a filling he wouldn't forget. She made him cum all over his own face as she unloaded on him, giving a little trumpet of triumph as she dug her fingers deep into his broad hips. From that angle, it looked like she was fucking a lady, that shapely form fitting around her shaft just right, making for such a perfect little cumdump. And of course, all her motions were getting mirrored by that other big cat, and Ophelia was left to soak it all up, swelling, stretching, sloshing with that gut-engorging load blasting out inside her, leaving her blimping up and drooling it out as her body overflowed with that supremely potent load. She was left drooping, slumping, dipping down as she shuddered with pleasure. But at least it was over. She was the last one to pass the test, and the artifact was theirs, right?

She kept on thinking that as she stewed there, overwhelmed and bloated, until she got a faceful of the same cock that had just ruined her. Before she could get so much as a word of protest out, she was inside, slipping deeper, softening all the way. Her impending fate was abundantly clear. Her details were already sloughing off, bleached white by the journey. The tips of her horns went soft, melting from her head before she was even dunking down into the big cat's sack, that broad feline rubbing herself at the base, not even stuffing the dragoness inside. The natural clamping was enough to take her, sucking her down, squeezing upon her stretched gut to turn her into a temporary fountain until enough pressure came off to let her keep sliding in. Ysilla watched it happening, leaving her own guardian sprawled out on the floor, certainly in no shape to claim she hadn't passed. And then, with a mischievous bite of her lip, she reached over and gave one of Ophelia's feet a little nudge, just to speed things along. They had places to be after all.

When the last of the dragoness disappeared down that shapely cock, sagging down into the sabre's nuts, drooping all the way to the floor, already starting to churn up into some cat spunk, glorp by glorp, the energy in the room changed. The cats were shuffling back, leaving the soaked and splattered bounty hunters standing or sprawled on their own. But for those who were currently digesting inside the guardians, anyway. Sabel moved around her crew, helping Erica and Lauren to their feet, making sure they were all intact. Krasnya meanwhile just glowered at Mahiri. The only one left, and not even a member of her original crew. She was just going to have to make due, hefting her up and throwing that broken leopard over her shoulder for transport. Mahiri wasn't unconscious, but she certainly wasn't up for walking, drooling cum down the coyote's back as she dangled there. A collective rumble like an overwhelming purr from the guardians, and they each dropped to one knee before the hunters, silently approving of them. That was when the artifact came into view.

"Guess we're worthy after all. Or at least, my crew was," Sabel teased, getting a glare from the coyote.

There was no time to argue. They moved forth as the artifact raised up on a platform, extending from its protective case. Though one look at it had them chuckling.

"Is that -" began Lauren.

"Of course it is," Jasmine finished for.

It looked like a fancy, robotic dildo, more than anything. Gleaming brightly, it was perfectly polished, thrumming with some strange energy that had the group firming up again even after all they'd been through. They didn't bother retrieving their clothing. Sabel stepped first to take it, laying her hands on the surprisingly cool shaft of that strange trinket, lifting it into the air. She gave another look at the guardians, seeing them still kneeling, and shrugged. No saving those lost crew members now. There was only the journey home. They turned and departed some of them staggering, but recovering quicker than they thought they might. Just being in the artifact's presence was renewing them, giving them lewd energy beyond that of their wildest dreams. And the object's power was more than just that. A path appeared before them in that barren swamp, leaving their feet dry as they followed, and the weather remained calm. Nothing snuck up on them or attempted to devour them on the way back. They were free to return to their ship, diminished by five members, fully naked, throbbing hard. Despite the losses, it was looking like time for a celebration - but that could wait until they were safely hidden away at one of the many bounty hunter retreats around the galaxy.

The fallen were left to churn, swiftly melting down inside the bodies of those guardians like so many before them. Many had come and failed, and those fanged kitties were built to digest them. That massive female was jamming two thick fingers inside of her, squirting out the juices that had once been Ridley, the badgerwah amounting to little more than a snarling orgasm for that hulking feline, drenching down stripey thighs before leaving the muscled brute to slump and sprawl, slipping into a nap. Ophelia too was soon spraying across the cave, hosing down several of the other guardians in the digested form of sabrecat cream, gushing out of that fat dick in such copious amounts as to create a localized floor, a puddle so thick it was swimmable, steaming there, soaking into the cracks and crevices of the stone floor, feeding the mountain they dwelt in. And as for Fawx - that hefty sabre dealt with him somewhere apart from the rest of the group, squatting down atop a deep pit, giving a sigh before she started squeezing out what was left of the fox. For the most part, he was nothing more than padding on her fat ass, and a mess of waste plummeting down below. Though he did give her slight pause when his cybernetics started sliding out, making her gasp as that undigested metal pushed free along with the rest of the shit he'd become. It was nothing she couldn't handle, and soon that artificial limb was clanking down below, joining with the digested mess she'd churned him into.

The crew had bested the guardians, but that was only the beginning of their troubles. They were being watched. Lightyears away, a uniformed tigress stood at the bridge of bold military battleship, her expression stern. She turned to her second-in-command, and nodded.

"They've made it. Against all odds," she mused.

The yote-skunk gave a grin. "And they have yet to even suspect there's a traitor in their midst."

Hervy nodded again. "Hmm. I have my doubts about her. But we will see. Has she sent word?"

"Not yet. Tracking in her suit has been disabled for whatever reason. But I expect she will send details soon."

"Good. Scans show they're heading to lawless space. Probably to one of those mercenary dives."

Bry tilted her head at the captain, still wearing that grin. "I suppose it goes without saying that we are not legally authorized to operate there."

"Mm. That's why we will have to be discreet. We'll take the stealth cruiser. And slip into something - more fitting."

"Understood, ma'am."

Bry departed without a further word. The tigress stood considering the display a little longer, waving a hand to flip through the accumulated data on those criminals. She paused when she saw Sabel's picture, her lip curling into a sneer, and she couldn't help but mutter bitterly to herself on seeing such a familiar face.

"This time, you won't get away," she grimly muttered to herself.