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Grace, who was watching Maya's pups, had just got them to bed again when she got up to let Maya and Karen in. "Good afternoon mother." she told Karen, then "Happy birthday Admiral." she told Maya. Grace gave them each a hug and kiss, then went back to lay with the pups in case they woke up wanting to eat again soon.

Karen placed her sidearm on the nightstand as she said; "Are you ready for your special present, Admiral?"

"Shure 'nuff." Maya said, removing her own sidearm and placing it on the nightstand as well.

After that they both began to strip, clearly eager to get started.

"Reckon they'll find whatever they're lookin fer in the comet?" Maya asked.

"Possibly but I think its just curiosity." Karen said. "But forget about the fleet for now, and lets just make love like nothing else matters."

"Fine bah me, Mah sexy lovegoddess. "Y'know yer callsign suits ya well."

"So does yours, my beautiful Death Angel." Karen replied.

"Ah mean it." Maya said. "Yer beauty even surpasses the goddess Kayla from canine mythology."

"I get that a lot, honey." Karen said, "But when you say it I know its true!"

Now fully nude they took time to sniff eachother's butts, savoring their uniquely wonderful scents.

After that they climbed up on the bed, and Maya toyed with Karen's fancy ears as they shared a deeply passionate kiss. then Karen climbed on top of Maya, and proceeded to suckle her teats while rubbing their canine vulvas together like two horny pups having just got their first heat.

Thanks to the size difference, Karen was able to penetrate Maya's canine vulva slightly with her own in the process, and in doing so the little bit of spaniel fluff fur extending from the narrow tip of her vulva tickled Maya's clit as they rubbed their Honeypies together.

Due to the size of Maya's clit, the friction as they ground their honeypies together forced it into Karen's little (Y) vulva as well, and in doing so their clits rubbed together in such a manner they were both happily wagging their tails, and breathing heavily from the pure pleasure.

Karen continued to suckle, but Maya was very vocal, panting like crazy with her tongue out to one side, and begging for more. Karen was more than happy to deliver.

Karen and Maya climaxed together moments later, flooding eachother's honeypies with their lovejuices. Karen flooded Maya without spilling a drop, while Maya squirted with such a flood that the pressure alone forced some of it inside Karen's Honeypie, and due to the size difference making for a poor seal between them, it also soaked the spaniel's inner thighs, lowermost teats, and ran down her bitch stripe where some of it soaked her tailfur and canine anus as well.

Gods! Karen, Yer s' wonderful." Maya praised after coming down from her tenth climax. She caressed Karen's ears lovingly as she spoke. "Ah love ya more'n anythin, mah sweet little princess."

They said little after that, as they curled into a sort of 69 position, though due to her size Maya was curled up while Karen was lying mostly straight. Maya really loved getting to watch Karen's perfect little canine anus quiver in pleasure and enjoy her anal scent, while she worked her thick dexterous canine tongue deep in the spaniel's perfect little (Y) vulva.

Karen watched Maya's huge richly pigmented canine anus quiver in pleasure, and inhaled deeply Maya's divine anal scent, then withdrew and stuck her head deep in the Kuvasz's huge (Y) vulva. She used her hands to spread the (Y) so she could breathe, and alternated betwwen working her tongue in as deep as she could, probing Maya's pisshole, and suckling her clit, all the while giving muffled yips of pleasure as Maya continued her own tonguework as well.

It didn't tske long before they had tongued eachother to another mutual climax,

After that, Karen proceeded to give Maya a very sensual massage, for which the Kuvasz was very grateful. her delighted moans and relaxed expression told it all. Tough as she was, the Admiral really needed this massage.

To Maya's delight, Karen had picked up every technique from that relaxation spa they'd visited on the LGD Enlightenment planet several years ago, and put it to use now. She knew she could be VERY rough with Maya, and put all her strength into kneading the Admiral's powerful muscles as she worked.

The passionate sex was relaxation enough, but with this too, Maya felt truly relaxed. For that brief moment, as the beautiful spaniel worked and kneaded her weary battle-scarred muscles, even the burden of command melted away. it was a perfect moment, the two of them alone, and for the moment, nothing else mattered.

When Karen finally finished, Maya did her best to return the favor. Her rough calloused hands were not accustomed to such delicate work, but nonetheless she did her best, all the while constantly reminding herself to be gentle even when Karen asked her to press harder. When Karen was finally as relaxed as Maya, they moved on to the next act.

Next they took turns applying nipple clips, and spreading eachother's (Y) vulvas with canine vaginal speculums and then urethral sounding eachother to climax.

After that, they took turns with a canine strap-on. first Maya knotted Karen first vaginally then anally with the inflatable canine strap-on. Each time they turned butt to butt for a proper tie, and Karen's rear was held high in the air due to Maya's size despite Maya spreading her legs and squatting down as much as she could.

Karen felt a bit of discomfort at her vaginal sphincter, and then her canine anal ring supporting half her weight like that, but the pleasure she felt was more than worth it.

After that, Karen mounted Maya first vaginally and then anally, wearing a massive canine strap-on that was nearly as long as she was tall (from waist to tip of muzzle). the back end of it was a short stubby fake baculum with a spaniel sized knot to fit her own Honeypie properly as it was custom crafted for spaniel / kuvasz interbreed mating. Maya squatted as low as she could, but Karen still had to raise up on the tips of her canine toes to hit the angle right for vaginal, and Maya had to lie down flat on her belly for anal. Karen thought about using Tom's bucket to reach easier, but in the heat of the moment (and her own building estrus as both she and Maya were starting) she had decided to just make do without it.

When they finally uncoupled for the fourth time, Karen said; "I think I needed that as much as you did, my love."

"Yeah Ah kin tell, Mah sweet princess."

After that, they cuddled up in bed and went to sleep in eachother's arms.

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After their patrol was finished, Hank took Belle down to one of the previously unused decks now being occupied by the survivors of three of the destroyed Confederate battlecruisers. "Little Dixie" as the small community called itself, was hardly the ideal place for a date, but the sexy rough collie had expressed an interest in learning more about human culture, (and was a chance to get some alone time with Hank as she wanted to make love to Tom's best friend and sworn brother, since Tom was busy with command duty.

Mostly it was a large room repurposed to serve as a community lounge, and a collection of cabins where they all lived. There was a movie screen in the community lounge, as well as a small bar, and a stand where a few pwople sold handmade items in exchange for Confederate money. There was also a dartboard, pool table, juke box, and even a slot machine. Mostly though the lounge was a place to relax, chat, and play various card and board games. They still ate in the ship's mess hall, and showered with everyone else, used the ship's gym, and even took advantage of the main recreation lounge, pilots' lounge now and then, and occasionally the recreation spa, and of course they did their duty when called upon to fly fighters, but nonetheless it was nice having a ''community center'' all their own.

There was a large Confederate flag hung from the ceiling in the middle of the community lounge, and a comical portrait of a Confederate soldier pointing a gun on one of the entrance doors with a caption that read "We shoot every 3rd Xian. The second one just left."

On the other entrance door (double doors) was a sketch of Admiral Maya and a Confederate soldier lying side by side in the mud, taking aim at an Xian downrange. It said "A good leader knows how to motivate the troops." at the top. and "A great leader fights alongside her troops." at the bottom

"Apologies ahead of time for the smell, princess." Hank said. "All those sweaty bodies and armpits I know your sensitive nose will find it objectionable."

"I am sure I can handle it." Belle replied.

Hank opened the door, and they headed inside. It was like stepping into some kind of spatial warp and ending up on Earth, in any major Confederate city. Confederate music assaulted the ears, various human smells assaulted the nose, and iconic Confederate imagery stretched as far as the eye could see. Belle couldn't help thinking, "Little Dixie" was certainly aptly named.

As they walked toward the small bar, a big bulky man approached them. he was wearing pilots wings, and Hank immediately recognized him as Hammerhead. Another of his old CSAF buddies.

"Hey! Gator! ." Hammerhead exclaimed, breath smelling strongly of Kentucky Bourbon. "Long time no see. "

"Hammerhead!." Hank replied. "I heard you made it off the Stuart. This is Belle. She's my date tonight." He paused then "Belle this is Hammerhead, He flew with Tom, Mike, and me in The War."

"We've met before, on patrol." Belle said. "But its good to meet you in person, Hammerhead."

"Likewise, beautiful." Hammerhead replied. "So, Gator, you here on an errand for the Admiral?"

"Nah, Just thought I'd stop by." Hank said.

"And I asked to come here." Belle added. "I'm curious about your culture."

"Well you're in luck miss." Hammerhead said, "This place is as close as you can get to the real thing, out here in The Expanse." He paused then, "Let me buy you both a drink." another pause, "I know Bourbon for you, Gator, and let me guess, something mild and sweet with a fruit twist for you, miss?"

"Canid whiskey if you got it." Belle replied. "If not, then give me your strongest, neat."

"My apologies, miss, its just, your looks, I had you figured for milder stuff." Hammerhead said. a pause, then, "Hey Chuck, Two more Kentucky Bourbon's, neat." he called out.

"Coming right up!" the bartender, a tall balding man, replied.

"Would you care to arm-wrestle?" Belle asked Hammerhead. "I know I look cute and cuddly, but make no mistake, I am much tougher than I look."

"Sure why not." Hammerhead replied. He still wasn't entirely convinced Belle was being truthful, but while the bartender fetched their drinks, he figured it wouldn't hurt to find out.

"So how many pointys you tag?" Hammerhead asked, as they locked palms together, elbows flat on the bar.

"I stopped counting after a thousand." Belle replied. "Ready?"

"Yeah." Hammerhead replied.

"Go." the bartender said.

Hammerhead put all his strength into it, but the collie's arm wouldn't budge. Worse, he was slowly losing ground instead of gaining. He grunted and gritted his teeth, straining to the point his arm muscles felt like they were on fire, but in the end all he did was prolong the inevitable. seventy three agonizing seconds that felt like an eternity from the start of the challenge, and Belle had his arm pinned, knuckles flat against the bar. The bartender declared Belle the winner, and she released Hammerhead's arm. After that they all took a good healthy slug of their drinks, Belle tipping hers inti her muzzle carefully so as not to spill any.

Even the bartender was surprised the sexy collie didn't make a face at the strong drink. Instead, Belle remarked; This is delicious!"

"Sure is." the bartender said. "Good ol' Kentucky Bourbon. Good for the heart, and great for the fightin' spirit."

"I guess the whole 'Lassie' look can be decieving." Hammerhead said.

"Who?" Belle asked.

"Nevermind." Hank said. "Ask Tom when you get the chance, I'm sure he has some videos on his laptop."

"Same old Bullseye, I take it." Hammerhead said.

"Yeah that's for sure." Hank said. Belle pulled him into a passionate kiss after that.

Hank was surprised at first, but quickly returned the kiss with equal passion.

When they finally separated, Belle asked, "What are they doing over there?" pointing to a short stocky man tapping what appeared to be some sort of needles into a toned Cajun woman's arm.

"Thats Reaper." Hammerhead said. "She's getting Xian kills tallied up in tattoo form." He rolled up his sleeve to show his own tally. "We all have them." he added.

Belle also noticed Hammerhead had the same tattoo she'd seen Tom has, and upon asking about this, Hank rolled up his own sleeve and said; "Its a squadron tattoo. Flying Gators, Louisiana 104th squadrron, C.S.A.F. Mike has one too, so does Reaper, Pokerface, and a few others."

"How is Bullseye, anyway?" Hammerhead asked. "Havent seen him in a while either."

"He's doing well, just very busy with command duty while the Admiral and Vice Admiral take a night to relax." Hank said. "I'll let him know you asked though."

"Good." Hammerhead said. "Come to think of it, I understand Tom doing it... I mean, just look at your lovely companion there and you can see why he did it...but what got you to trade in your proud Confederate grey for a mercenary's uniform?"

"Vice Admiral Karen." Hank replied.

"Yeah I see your point." Hammerhead said. "I saw her once when she was down here installing the power converters for our equipment. The Vice Admiral could drive any man zoo."

"Not just men you know." Reaper called out. "Some of us girls would love to eat that sweet fortune cookie too."

"I'm afraid the Admiral already beat you to it." Hank said. He finished off his drink, and then shared another passionate kiss with Belle while the bartender refilled their glasses.

After a few more drinks, Belle finally asked; "So what movie are they showing tonight?"

"Its a war epic." Chuck said. "Its about the Second War of Northern Aggression, and our proud victory. You know President Landry actually played herself in the movie?"

"If its the one I think it is, yeah." Hank said. "The other actors are pretty good too, although when they portray the 104th squadron, the guy that plays Tom acts a little too much like Gunner, and the one that plays me was too flirty. I joked and fooled around with a few female pilots but the movie people made me seem like a horny teenager."

"Yeah the actors playing you and dad got it way wrong." April surprised them.

What was more surprising than seeing the mostly human looking kuvasz bitch down here, however, was the fact she was dressed in Confederate Grey. Noticing the looks she got, she said. "I just passed my entrance tests aboard the C.S.S. Lee. The written test was the hardest."

"Yeah, how DID you pass the Articles of Confederation part of the test?" Hank asked.

"I been coming here every night, studying Confederate history." April said. "Its tradition for offspring to follow their father or mother's service example, and in dad's case that means me." she paused then "Your son Peter (purely spaniel in appearance) and Mike's daughter Iris are here as well."

"Makes sense." Hank said. then after purchasing a bottle of bourbon ''to go'' he said, "Come on sexy, let's go get us a big tub of popcorn and watch the movie."

That sounds good to me." Belle agreed.

So that's precisely what they did. Hank was glad to see the popcorn stand had cheddar flavoring, as he knew Belle would enjoy that.

Once they took their seats, it wasn't long until the other seats filled up, and then a fewadvertisements for Confederate products, from dish soap to AMD electronics, rolled by. After that, the movie finally began.

Hank and Belle had taken one of the double-seats (meant for dates) and held the large tub of cheddar popcorn between them so they could both reach it. Belle liked the taste as much as Hank did although she didn't like that the hard pieces of kernel would sometimes get stuck in her canine teeth. Foodsharing helped of course, as Hank was more than happy to dislodge the pieces with his tongue, and as Hank explained, the bourbon helped to wash them down anyway.

They ate, food-shared, and passed the bottle back and forth as they enjoyed the movie onscreen.

It showed how tyrannical the yankees were, banning everything from guns to non electric cars, tobacco, alcohol, and even caffiene, putting cameras in houses to watch citizens and banning oral and anal sex, and anything that wasn't standard heterosexual reproduction for the purpose of procreation. It showed internet so restricted only a handful of propaganda based ''educational''' sites were viewable. It showed the southern secession fueled by the northern tyranny, the joyous people enjoying the great freedoms of the south, and the brief peace before the tyrannical yankees invaded, and President Landry's speech declaring war on the invaders, and the proud men and women in gray who stood up to answer the call.

Once that opening scene setting was out of the way, it expanded into a four ''chapter'' tale following a group of Confederate soldiers in the trenches defending their homeland, a group of Confederate Marines air-dropping behind enemy lines to take the yankees apart from within, Confederate navymen of the nuclear submarine C.S.S. Robert. E. Lee, and their battles against yankee ships and shipping, and finally the Confederate Air Force, primarily focusing on Louisiana's 104th, Tom (Bullseys) Hank (Gator) Mike (Slayer) Thelma (Reaper) and the rest of the Flying Gators Squadron. Each ''chapter'' was two hours long, and told the story of the focus groups' activities, daily lives, greatest battles, and even lovelives as it painted as true to life a picture of the great war as a film possibly could. It made you feel the heroism and joy of victories, feel the sorrow when one of their own would fall in battle, and nothing was smoothed over, ''buttered up'' or censored in any way. It was grisly, at times, but it was as accurate as possible.

Hank and Belle made out like horny teenagers as the movie played. Only stopping briefly to eat or drink, and occasionally to comment like when Reaper said "My butt aint that big, and I certainly don't have double D's. Wouldn't want them they'd impair my ability to fly."

Hank's remark being "Yeah, and I wasnt always trying to jump you and the other girls either. just a bit of casual joking flirtation now and then. "

"Yeah." Reaper said. "They got Tom's zoosexuality right, but I never remember him being such a showoff."

"He wasn't." Hank said. "Typical movie industry dressing a little here and there for ratings."

"So Tom really humped the general's collie bitch?" Belle asked.

"Yeah, as well as his own kuvasz bitch and even a feral lioness at one point." Reaper said. "Hank and I never had sex though. I did play around with Pokerface, that was real, though."

After watching Hank and Belle foodshare again, and once more pass the bottle, Reaper finally asked. "What is with all these personal questions?" She held up the thick form she was filling out for Belle to see, adding "Its bad enough I'm listed as a bitch, but why does the Admiral want to know if I'm mated and how many puppies I have."

Many people held back a laugh at that, some to the point their mouthful of whiskey went painfully out their nose.

"Its just normal." Belle explained. "I know our terminology must seem alien to you, but just be honest and fill it out as best you can. On the question of fertility score, tick fertile (unrated) and for estrus status (if female) where it says anestrus, proestrus, estrus, other, tick other, and put a little ''na'' beside it. The Admiral will know what it means."

Thanks." Reaper said.

Hank and Belle made out some more and finished off the popcorn and whiskey, then Hank took Belle to the private area divided off from the main lounge by a frivacy curtain completely surrounding the king-size bed. Wasting little time, they stripped off their clothes, and proceeded to make passionate love then and there.

Hank fitted his tip to Belle's tight swollen honeypie, and slowly began to press in.

Belle wagged her thick fluffy tail happily, pressing back against Hank as he worked his way in. "Good boy!" Belle praised happily.

Hank worked his way in little by little. Belle's Honeypie was even tighter than her perfect canine butthole, which he'd had once before, so progress was slow. Owing to his expertise with canine anatomy, Hank hit the angle right the first try, but even as Belle's vaginal sphincter rythmically contracted and expanded around the head of his cock as it slipped through, he forced himself to go slow so he could last. The sexy collie felt so good he would have lost it far sooner than he wanted otherwise. While the structure of Belle's anatomy felt very familiar to him, the larger size made for a unique experience as well. The closest comparison would be to say she felt similar to Melennia, yet different as well. Primarily because Melennia had been a virgin, and Belle was clearly very experienced, so her muscles knew what to do whereas Melennia's had been learning, adjusting to the sensations. Finally once he was hilted, Hank asked : "Are you pregnant?" in response to Belle's vocalizations of craving to be /bred/.

"N-no." Belle replied pleasuredly. "But as you know...It is not uncommon for a litter to have pups from more than one male so even if I was...."

She paused to pleasuregrowl as Hank began to work up a steady pace, then added "When a Bitch shares her bed with more than one mate during estrus...the majority of the pups are usually sired by the primary mate, but it is not uncommon for some of the pups to be sired by any additional mates within 48 hours of the earliest conception."

"And if I "slip a few in" ?" Hank asked

"Hopefully you will." Belle said. "It was Karen's idea actually...genetic diversity..." Her panting was making it harder to talk clearly."I need your pups...just as Karen needed Tom's for the same reason."

There was little conversation beyond that point. Hank had built up a steady pace, and gripped the nape of Belle's neck in his teeth, freeing his hands to fondle her teats. All the while Belle humped back eager for more.

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The next morning, Maya recalled the nightshift combat patrol, and the fleet made the jump to hyperspace immediately thereafter.