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Part 1: Overly Intimate Proposition

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“Drop the fuel, scumbag," Darcy said. His voice was tired but confident. He held in his human hands a standard ion blaster. It lacked its original luster, dull from decades of use.

“I'd like to see you try," the vixen said. One of the bandit's paw was wrapped around an antimatter fuel canister, the other paw aiming a much larger gun than what the human wielded. The more regular patrons of the refueling shop, which had long-since doubled as a place to purchase round after round of crummy alcohol, had no doubts how this would play out.

Darcy Jones sighed. “Do you even know how to use that thing, lady?" He flicked his blaster to the fox's feet and shot them faster than anyone could blink. The fox howled, dropping the heavier antimatter but still managing to hold onto her weapon. She snarled and squeezed the trigger. The human only looked down the barrel and smiled. The weapon was slowly starting to glow brighter. Very slowly.

“What you got in your paw there is a plasma weapon. Those things take a minute to warm up if you don't precharge it, which you didn't. So were you going to give yourself up, or--woah," Darcy said, surprised so mildly he didn't raise his voice. The vixen had thrown her blaster at him, missing him by a hair's width. She took off, limping severely. “Guess the second one, then," Jones muttered.

The human looked around the shop for a short while, waiting for someone else to move in. When no one did, he finally hustled after her. Quick for his age, he was on top of her before she could make it to the gate. Some of the patrons cheered and whistled.

Soon, a unit from the station's small police department arrived. Jones remained pensive, giving them enough details for them to fill out their report and not much else. They took the young fox and her weapon, and they were gone.

The otter behind the bar topped up Jones' synthetic ale. “Thanks for keeping the damage minimal this time," he said.

“My pleasure," he responded. He was only a few sips into his bitter drink when someone interrupted him.

“You like that synth' shit?" they said behind him, gruff but distinctly feminine.

“Ehh, you get used to it." He didn't turn to see the speaker.

“Want me to get you something better?" she said.

“What do you want?" Darcy grunted.

“What?"

“What do you want?" he repeated faster. “People asking to buy me a drink usually want something out of it, usually to try and loosen me up before they ask."

“Well it sounds like that wouldn't work then, anyway, eh? Consider it a thanks for keeping the peace."

“That's what this was," he said, lifting and swirling his drink.

The stranger ignored this, and she pounced onto the seat next to him. “Hey, could I get a couple of those real ales?" she asked. The otter nodded.

Darcy finally turned to the speaker, and for the first time that night, he was amused. “Don't see many of your kind in here," he said.

“What's that supposed to mean?" she growled.

“You know, a quadruped? A lynx?"

“Hmm. I'm impressed. Most norms guess bobcat or leopard or some shit."

Darcy snorted.

“Name's Mel." She stuck out a paw. The large cat was light brown with black spots, excluding tufts of white fur framing her feline cheeks.

“Darcy," he said, shaking back.

“So, what brings you to this arm of the galaxy?" Mel asked. She lapped up some of her drink.

“Same reason as everyone else, I guess. Strike it rich, secure my co-op some mineral deposits."

“So that's why you're working muscle for… " Mel looked down at the customized napkin that came with her drink. “Aunt Anti's Refueling?"

“You might say that not everything went according to plan," Darcy said.

“What do you say, then?"

“I'd say," he started, taking a long sip, “that we never made it that far. Picked apart by pirates a week into our attempt. If you want to hear more about that, I might need a few more drinks--if you get my meaning."

“Shit, I hear you. It fucking rough out there," Mel sympathized.

“Hmm," he mused, more than content to leave it at that. By the time he was halfway through his drink, he decided to speak again. “What about you then? What's a cat like you doing out here?"

“I've done a little bit of everything. Right now, it's mostly repair work," she said.

“Spacecraft or on-station?"

“Spacecraft. That's where the work is right now, anyway."

“Fair enough," he said.

The pair talked for a few minutes. Darcy talked long enough to make him realize he didn't usually hold a conversation with a fur for this long--not that he minded too much. He'd do anything to pass the time on the clock faster.

“So, how much longer you gotta hole up in this crap-shoot?" Mel questioned. She turned to the shopkeeper. “No offense, mustelid."

The otter held up a stubby middle finger, still cleaning out a shot glass.

“Why would you want to know?" Darcy asked.

“Come on, you know why. Or can your human nose not smell it on me?"

Darcy blinked, eyes then narrowing. “Oh." He had suspected she wanted something, just not this.

“That doesn't sound like a yes," Mel said.

“I'm more tolerant than some of the humans on this station, but I'm not--I don't do the whole… interspecies thing," he explained.

“What's stopping you?"

“I don't know, probably something like millions of years of survival instincts."

“Take it from a fur, instincts are overrated."

“I don't think I will, actually," he muttered.

“Well, you can't blame a girl in heat for trying," Mel said. The finality in her words was clear.

Still, she didn't leave her seat; she was just much more interested in her drink now than the unenthused human. When her drink ran out, she got another one. Darcy didn't make great company, but he was paid to stay there for another couple hours.

Both foot and paw traffic through the refuel shop was slow. Customers came in for drinks or their protection-worthy fuel canisters, sometimes both, and left. But Mel, Darcy, and a handful of regulars remained. Whenever someone walked in, the heads of these increasingly drunk patrons turned. This time was no exception, a rusty-brown hare approaching.

“Any of yous see a pretty little vixen pass through here?" the lagomorph said, accent distinct. He brandished a weapon on his side. The customers who had been here since the last bandit knew to shut up. The ones who hadn't quickly followed suit. “I'll take that as an affirmative," he said. With the store quiet, the rabbit could easily be heard charging his weapon, not about to make the mistake of his female compatriot.

Darcy swiveled in his chair, his hand reaching for the blaster hiding on his waist. “She's not here," he said, “why don't you go look somewhere else?"

“Look norm, I don't want any trouble. Just tell me where she's gone and I'll be on my way," he said.

“She didn't say. Police told her to keep her maw shut!" a rowdy patron declared, snickering.

The hare turned. “The fuck did you say?"

“Vixen's in co-op custody. You want to find her? Go there," Darcy explained.

“The fuck you do, skinbag?" the hare said, his gun raised to Darcy. "Eh?"

“My job," he said calmly. Out of the corner of his eye, Darcy saw Mel leave her seat, sinking quietly to the floor. The hare's eyes were still on the human.

“That's funny, 'cause," the herbivore happily explained, “I got work to do, too." He pulled the trigger.

Darcy was instantly out of his seat, dodging the shot.

Mel leaped onto the sizable fur and bit his shoulder, blood and a pained cry following. Seeing an opportunity, Darcy went for his weapon.

The hare, sandwiched, kicked with all of his weight and sent everyone to the floor. Mel managed to get out from under the attacker before he flattened her. She launched herself to the side, empty chairs crashing around her. Both two-leggeds stood up, but the hare was faster. He tackled the human, sending him to the ground again.

Darcy hit the floor hard. He tried to wrestle the hare away, but the hare made up for his poor strength in pure agility. He dodged pin after pin, managing to tire Darcy enough to spin him around and try to choke him. Legs flailing, the hare's knee kicked into the human's crotch. He cried out. Flooded with pain, the fur managed to press his paws down his windpipe.

“I'm not one for witticisms, lagomorph, but I'm pretty sure your big ears can hear this thing, right?" Mel said behind them.

“You can't use it without thumbs, cat," the hare grunted, still pressing down on Darcy's throat.

Mel shot the ground right between the ears of the lagomorph, proving him very, very wrong.

“Yeah?" she asked. The lynx was standing on two back paws, front paws managing to accurately control the hare's weapon.

The hare eased off his windpipe. Darcy gasped and coughed.

“That's right, fuckface. Stand up nice and slow. Don't turn around," Mel commanded.

“As you wish," he agreed.

“Barkeep," she started, “you got something to tie this fucker off? I don't think-- HEY!"

The hare could hear her voice bouncing off the walls differently, which he correctly guessed that she was looking at the otter and not him anymore. Mel shot the ceiling above where he had been only milliseconds before. He was out the door before anyone could blink.

“Fucking rabbits," Mel sighed. She lowered the gun.

“A hare's not a rabbit," a drinker in the corner corrected.

“Fuck you, I know that," she spit. She turned her focus to the wheezing human. “You okay down there?"

He managed a nod, standing up unassisted. “Thanks for… that," he commended without grace, “Where'd you learn to shoot?"

“I told you; I've done a little bit of everything," she said, pretending that that explained it completely.

“Thanks for the new hole in my ceiling. And my floor," the otter said.

“Oh, shut up!" Mel cried, “I'm amazed you have a shop left at all, with this kind of clientele."

“Go easy on him, Mel," another said. They were standing at the shop's entrance. Darcy turned to see an anthro canine. He had black and brown with some white colorations, with long enough fur to put a mammoth to shame.

“What's up, Ray?" Mel said.

“I heard shooting a terminal down. I figured you were involved," the dog said.

“Fuck you, too, then."

“Rude," he observed.

“Yeah, yeah," Mel agreed, perhaps as an apology. “Have you met Darcy before?"

Man and dog looked at each other, then at Mel, then shook their heads in unison. It was a big station.

“Well now you have. Congrats." Mel finished her drink and put the glass back on the counter with more force than was necessary.

“Is she always in this bad of a mood?" Darcy whispered to Ray.

“She'll be alright," Ray said vaguely.

Darcy turned to the lynx, opened his mouth, but no words came out. He turned back to his drink.

Mel noticed this. “What?"

“Can I ask you a weird question?"

“That's a strange way to introduce a topic, but I guess," Mel said.

“You wanted to fuck me, but," Darcy shook his head and kept speaking, “how would that even…? You get what I'm trying to say?"

“Yes, but it would be more fun to hear you say it," Mel egged on.

“How would I even fit?"

“Finally, a norm brave enough to ask!" Mel exclaimed, then relaxed her pose. “I'm not a pure Eurasian lynx. Well, that much should be clear by the fact that I'm talking to you, but anyway, it's pretty standard for the reproductive systems of certain female furs to be altered to be more…" Mel motioned with her paw, searching for the word.

“Accommodating?" Darcy suggested, the word already tasting badly in his mouth.

“Yes! Exactly," Mel agreed, “More accommodating for different members of different species. Same reason most furs don't go crazy with the dick size either. Because as much fun as it sounds to hook up with a guy whose dick is wider than your vag' is deep--it's not."

“Speak for yourself," the otter grumbled.

“I like to call it cross-fur compatibility," Ray added quickly.

“I did not..." Darcy sighed, then looked at the otter. “Can I get another drink as soon as fucking possible, please?"

“No can do," his boss said through a laugh, “I think I need you more sober than you want to be."

“Yeah, yeah, alright."

“Come on," Mel pushed, “you must have been a little curious to ask in the first place."

“Eeh. Maybe," he admitted.

“The confursion begins," Ray said.

Darcy Jones looked deliberately at the canine, then he spoke calmly. “Fuck off."

Mel and Ray both erupted into giggles. The dog patted Darcy on the shoulder. “Okay, okay, we'll lay off." The hired protection shrugged off his paw instantly.

“Oh," Mel said to no one in particular. Her right eye lit up faintly. “Someone's got a job for me. Time sensitive." She closed her glowing eye for a half second, and the light disappeared.

“See you, cat," Darcy said.

Mel stopped, already out of her chair. “Oh yeah, you got one of these, right?" she said, tilting one side of her head toward him and winking. “Lemme swap info with you."

“I don't think—" Darcy began.

“C'mon," Mel interrupted, “just in case, uh, curiosity gets the best of you."

“Don't think so," he said in confidence.

“Or if you just need an extra paw in the future. Come on."

He begrudgingly agreed. A popup displayed in front of his vision, reading Mel Halquist. Darcy focused his vision on the “accept" button and it soon added her to his contacts.

“See you 'round, Darcy," she said. Only then did he realize she still had the Hare's gun still fitted discretely onto her side.

“Maybe," he said.

Sly smile on her face, the lynx left the store. Once out of earshot, Ray spoke. “She likes you," the canine decided.

“Not really my type," Darcy said sarcastically.

“If you say so," Ray laughed.

The bar area was quiet. Close to closing time, even fewer were entering now. With a couple words, Ray finished his drink and left.

“Think that'll do it," the otter said.

“What?" Darcy asked, shaking his head to clear it.

“We're ten minutes past closed. You're good to go."

“Right," Darcy said. He looked around the empty store. “Until next time."

“See you, lover boy."

The human shot him a look, and he left.

Darcy teleported back to his apartment. At least, that's what it felt like to him. Ever since he was a little kid, honest-to-god teleportation technology was thirty years away from reality.

The station was extremely modular, every unit prefabricated and assembled in orbit. Designed to be rapidly expanded as needed, with very little thought put into the end result, it was pretty analogous to the mineral rush as a whole. The end result, in the case of this station, was identical residential hallway after hallway. The only proof that the creature somehow locomoting through them wasn't going in circles was the odd potted plant or art “installation" spray-painted onto an empty wall or maintenance door.

He lived alone. With enough money to make payments and seeing more than enough people at work to stave off loneliness, he had no reason to get a roommate. Once Darcy closed his door, he sighed. Every part of him relaxed a little. He felt a dull ache in his arms, throat, and crotch, the end result of his confrontation with the hare.

“Remind me to let the police know about that hare that beat my shit in," he told his Eye device. It flashed an affirmative.

Thinking about the fight made him think about the lynx again. So, he tried not to. Darcy cleaned himself up, ate something that was nutritionally rich but poorly tasting, undressed, and sat in his bed. Sleep would not come. He knew why.

Part 2: Insert Pussy-Cat Pun Here

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Turning on his Eye again, he found Mel's info and called her, hoping she was still awake. She answered promptly.

“Hey, you were right. I am curious about a couple things," Darcy said.

“Of course I'm right! What are you curious about?"

“I think it would be better if we talked in person," he evaded.

“Wanna come my way?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure."

"I'll send you my address."

It was a longer, ten-minute walk to Mel's unit. Most of the furs and norms tended to self-segregate, dividing the station very roughly in two. Darcy always found this odd in some ways, but figured it did more good than harm. The two groups just really didn't like to talk if they could help it.

Thankfully, the halls were mostly clear at this hour. If there were more awake, he undoubtedly would have gotten some strange looks or unkind remarks from furs. The last thing he wanted was to explain why he was walking over this way, because he wasn't entirely sure himself. At least, he wasn't sure he would go through with it.

He found her room number. It was a single-unit like his, meaning the layout was likely almost identical. There were bound to be differences though, due to the differing forms of their occupants. Already, the door here lacked the traditional handle, instead being a type that automatically opened when a certain biosignature stood in front of it. Darcy was not added, so he knocked.

The door swung open. Darcy trained his eyes downward and spotted the lynx.

“Welcome to my very humble abode," she said.

“I hope I didn't wake you," Darcy said.

“Oh, no. I can never keep a good sleep pattern on these stations. Come in!" Mel stepped to the side, her tail raised.

The apartment was similar to his, like he predicted, but there were some smaller changes. Some of the shelves were slotted in lower. Cabinet doors had handles that seemed like it could easily be opened with paws. Things higher up had steps or small footholds installed so that she could reach them. Her place was cluttered, but not that dirty.

“Nice place," he said.

“You kidding me? I can't wait to get out of this shithole."

“Station life," he said knowingly, “I'm with you on that."

“Right. So, what are you so curious about that it couldn't be asked over Eye?"

Darcy was looking at one of the adapted cupboards, distracting himself with its design. “Back at Aunt Anti's, you made me think about things I hadn't given any thought to for a long-ass time. And I don't just mean sex, either," he added.

Mel gave him a look that clearly said, “go on."

“I mean, I never got why furs would go to such lengths to change their own bodies. Especially ferals. It seems like such a huge hindrance. Like, why would you ever give up hands?"

“I don't really miss them. Lots of quads keep some form of opposable digit for that exact reason. Look," she told him. The lynx held up a paw to Darcy, fingers splayed. He kneeled down to eye-level, touching her paw. Hers was almost as large as his hand, some furry webbing between her digits. She twisted her paw, moving her digits till they clenched his comparatively narrow hand.

“Fascinating," Darcy said genuinely.

The smirking lynx let go and moved onto the couch. “We're not all a bunch of crazies with too much money to spend on body augments. Some of us are crazy and poor, too. Costs a lot of time and money to go through it all."

Darcy snorted, then sat down next to her. “Okay, that much I can understand. There's another thing, though."

“What's that?"

“If you can have all these changes from 'pure Eurasion lynx' like you said, why even go through having a heat in the first place?"

“Well, that's different," she said.

“Different how?"

“Because I like it. It makes it feel better. Like I just need someone to scratch that damn itch, and I'll be alright again."

“Even if they're a different species?"

“Even if?" she repeated. Darcy watched her get closer. “Especially if. That just makes it more fun and less functional."

“That's very… interesting," he decided.

Mel stood her front paws on Darcy's lap so they were face to face. “You didn't come here just because you wanted to ask me about that, did you?"

He faked a calm, inquisitive expression.

“You came because you wanted to know what it's like to have a lynx around your dick?"

“Well, I—" he said, interrupted by the lynx's paw pressing into his clothed crotch. Her paws were so big, spreading the weight of her onto his thighs, too. His penis refused to back down, hardening slightly, her face so close to his. He had a hard time reading the lynx and found himself unable to say something intelligible. So, he let his expression do the talking. Vaguely confident, unhiding, but still working to hide the urge to get red in the cheeks. It was a skill learned over countless awkward encounters, sexual or not.

“Good, now that we have that out of the way," she said inconclusively. She stepped off of his erection, letting it spring up in his pants an inch or two. Then she leaped back to the floor and kept walking.

“Where are you going?" Darcy asked.

“Bedroom. What about you?"

“What a coincidence," he quipped, following.

Darcy couldn't make sense of the bedroom. Mel had a traditional feral bed on the floor. It took up most of the floor space due to the regular biped-style bed still on one side. Moreover, the regular bed seemed to be used recently, the covers characteristic of someone who just peeled them away when they woke up.

He motioned toward the bed. “You get a lot of company, or...?"

“You could say that. Lots of times I end up sleeping up there anyway. The height difference makes it feel more, uh, secure."

“Yep, you're a cat alright," Darcy teased.

“You sure? Did you want to check?" she teased back.

Chuckling a little, Darcy undid his belt and started pulling down his pants.

“Nuh-uh, let me help you with that." Mel had leapt onto the other bed and motioned with her paws to come closer.

He obliged her. The lynx used her paws to pull down his pants to his knees, making his dick become obvious beneath his underwear. Darcy had to fight another rush of embarrassment from coming onto his face as the strange scenario developed.

"Nervous?" she asked.

“Not particularly."

“You should be," she warned, pulling down his underwear, “I like to bite."

“We'll see about tha-at," his voice wavered. She had sent her tongue down the entire bottom of his penis, bringing him to his full size in only a few licks. Her tongue was abrasive, on the verge of being painful, but she was intensely pleasurable. Pleasure was pain. The cat dragged his skin along with heavy licks, stimulating his ballsack to tense up close to his body. Darcy tried to control his breathing and keep his legs steady. He grounded himself, holding onto the lynx's shoulders and briefly shivering.

He fought the feeling of being detached, that this was happening to someone else instead of him. Part of him couldn't believe a lynx was really licking him down, or that he agreed to it. But he forced himself to stay in the moment and focus on the sensations, focus on the wet kiss of her tongue making him leak drops of pre down his length and onto the bridge of her snout.

“Oh my god," he moaned, “you're really good."

No part of his genitals was spared. Her feline saliva covered his entire crotch, small drips coming off of his balls and onto the sheets. She involved her oversized paws once or twice to fondle his balls, but she made it mostly an oral affair. She lapped at him like she wanted to lick him clean.

Soon, licks alone didn't satisfy either of them. Just before he could request it, she slowly sank her wide maw around the human's penis inch by inch, getting used to his unique human shape.

Her nose pressed against his crotch hair, she seemed to easily fit his considerable length in her short muzzle. She purred deliberately, vibrating his entire dick in her mouth as she held him there. Mel's tongue still squished against him, as if she meant to suckle him dry. But soon she moved, sliding his length against her hot tongue, working him in and out.

Darcy breathed unevenly. He moved his hands upward, rubbing up to the long fur on her neck and face. He could feel her jaws moving through his hands as she kept servicing him. The human had to bow his head and close his eyes, the pleasure almost overwhelming. He knew this was practically forbidden, a human and quadruped like this. He knew he might get ostracized. He knew he wouldn't last long.

“Mel, stop," he told her.

She gasped, pulling off. “What?"

“Can you lay on your back?"

“Oh, so eager? What if I don't want to yet?" She lapped the head of his penis, daring him to make a move.

“Oh, I can make you," he said seriously.

“Try me," she said. Filling her maw with his dick again, she kept nursing him.

Darcy sighed, struggling to come to his senses. He pulled away from the bed, leaving Mel's growing appetite unsatisfied. He lifted her under her shoulders, almost making her stand upright on the bed. She wrestled against his movements, finally biting his forearm. It hurt enough that he dropped her out of shock, and she let herself fall onto her side.

She licked her paw. “I told you I bite."

His eyes narrowed and he smirked, grabbing her haunches. “What, did I tell you I didn't want you to?" He dragged her a short distance across the bed, any semblance of the orderly bedsheets now gone.

Her eyes smiled. “You got some animal in you, Darcy."

“Humans are animals, too," he said.

“Fuck you, I know that."

“Fuck you too, cat." He rested his dick against her fluffy crotch. Darcy could feel her estrus, making her pussy swell and fill with heat. Fur grew thin near the source. He pressed the head of his penis against her folds, sliding easily against her, coating himself in her wetness. Her breathing became uneasy just like his, her tough demeanor cracking. Impatient, she watched him adjust, his dick pressed to her aching body,

He dropped one of her forelegs to fully position himself. Her heat made arousal leak from her, letting his cock finally spread her narrow opening. It rippled around him, already warmer than any human. Mel sighed an expletive. The human inhaled deeply and shuddered as he sunk into her animal body all in one thrust. The intense heat, the silky fur of the lynx, were completely new to him. He explored the feral with his hands, touching her like he would any other lover. Her fur was soft, but it didn't compare to what he felt as he penetrated her. His dick was instantly coated by her drenched sex.

He couldn't stop if he wanted. The incredible feeling of her body in heat tight against him left him without regret or thought of his “survival instincts." Darcy was going to give her what she wanted.

“Don't be gentle," she moaned.

“Gentle?" he almost spit. Grabbing her legs more firmly, he pushed himself in further, faster. Her short tail rubbed against his ballsack with every stroke, caressing him in her beautiful fur as he was carried deeper inside the small, horny lynx. Her body was jolted despite his grip; his hips betrayed him and stopped him from going in any further.

Missionary left him able to watch the lynx's reactions, something he enjoyed almost as much as the sex itself. She was so clearly into it. In the moment, he was over any shame he felt for crossing species lines. He kept a vigorous pace, pulling out till the last inch or two before sinking greedily back into the receptive feline. Their fluids squished noisily, backed by the sounds of Darcy's labored breaths and Mel's calls and rolling purrs of pleasure.

Growing unwillingly tired, Darcy fell on his arms, closer to the bed and to Mel. But his dick didn't leave the feral, pushing himself into her with the same bestial craving. Her hind legs worked to hold him close, her front paws propping him up, her claws digging into his skin. He felt her hot breath on his face. The thought of kissing a quadruped never occurred to him until just then, but the urge was irresistible. Darcy leaned and kissed her cheek, the long, soft fur framing her head pressed to his lips. She turned her head to his and licked his lips. When he opened his mouth to breathe, her tongue invaded him, their messy kiss deepening in a way he found to enjoy. He returned the greeting, sliding his thicker tongue against hers, still keeping the rhythm in his thrusts.

Sooner than he had hoped, the pressure in his dick returned. He barely slowed down. He would fill her with his human seed even if she would not be given the kits her body demanded. There was nothing left between them, nothing left to worry about. Just the desire to satisfy their carnal needs, not worry about some consequence.

He moaned, on the verge of unloading, body language doing more to tell her what was coming more than words could do justice. Thrust. His body pressed heavily against her small frame, making the lynx accept everything the human could offer her. Thrust, balls-deep in her rippling heat. His hands clenched her back, grabbing her fur. One final time, he didn't pull back up, his body refused. He spurted forcefully; she coaxed the cum from him, her hind legs wrapped around his waist, not letting him pull out. His balls twitched, tight to his body as he filled the cat with white, dick swimming in the hot excitement. Without him even noticing, her front claws drew specks of his blood, his mind still reeling from the debilitating orgasm.

Sensitive and increasingly embarrassed, he pulled out the beautiful creature to relieve her of his overbearing weight. His penis was slick, cum dripping off of him and onto Mel's stubby tail. The human rolled onto the bed beside her, ignoring any fluids below.

The lynx rolled and looked at their mess and the huge amount of semen left seeping out of her. “Ahh," she breathed, “been a while, huh?"

“That's rude."

“You sound like Radon, now," she said. The lynx bent down further and took a small lick of her pussy, savoring the strange taste the human left. She licked herself again.

“As in Ray? From the store?"

Mel bent back up. “Yeah."

“What's your deal with him anyway?" he asked.

“My deal? I mean, I guess you could just ask him," she laughed, pointing roughly to the door.

“What?"

Sure enough, the canine stood just inside the dimly lit room, leaning against the door frame.

Part 3: Coupla Dudes Getting High

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Ray looked as smug as when he first met Darcy at the refueling shop. “So, you confurted him, then?".

“Why the fuck are you here?" Darcy returned, not quite as kind.

“What do you mean? I live here. Not to freak you out or anything, but you did just fuck my wife."

He stared into the sheepish canine for several uncomfortable seconds. “What."

“Darcy, listen," Mel said, “me and Radon have a pretty open marriage, especially when I go into heat. Plus, just between me and you, I think he gets off on me being so promiscuous."

“Hey, that's—mostly true," Ray mock-corrected.

Darcy fell down to the bed again and closed his eyes. “Two-hundred-some years in this batshit universe and this happens."

“Wait, how old are you?" Mel asked. “Did I just fuck a bicentennial?"

“You had your secrets, I had mine," he said, smiling. Genetic engineering had brought humanity a lot further than just changing species for the fun of it. Many furs and norms were beginning to live exceptionally long lives, the consequences still not as well-understood as people liked to think.

“You don't look a day over one-fifty," Ray laughed.

“You married quite the joker, Mel. Can you tell him to shut it?"

Mel waved a paw. “Oh, relax."

“Yeah, is that any way to talk to someone who just brought home the goods?" Ray added.

“How much did he charge you this time?" Mel asked.

“Only the usual rate. Don't worry, I didn't break the bank this time."

“Wait, wait. 'The goods?'" Darcy interrupted.

“Oh, right," he said, “you know what they're mining for down there?"

“On-planet? You mean the Janithite ore? I wish I could say I was more familiar," he said, remembering his particular co-op's earlier failures.

“Furs are going crazy for this stuff. That's why we're having this whole Rush to begin with."

“What, does it make people grow fur?"

Radon looked at Darcy like he flicked his snout with a finger. “No, Janit's an aphrodisiac. Makes you feel like you're in heat, if you're Mel."

“It's not quite the same," Mel disagreed. “It's more like heat makes me feel like I need to be bred, Janit's more like I need to be filled. Makes me feel more airy."

“Huh, yeah. Airy is a good word for it. Airy and horny." Ray produced a metal disk half the size of his paw, which he opened like a package of mints. For a second, Darcy thought they might actually be mints. Inside, there were small pale-green tablets, strangely reflective despite the dark room.

He walked a couple paces toward the bed. “What do you say, norm, want to try one?"

“Darcy," he reminded, “And I don't know. Any unpleasant side-effects I should be aware of?"

“Not really. Unless you count a small chance of total organ failure," Ray said.

Darcy gave him a tired look.

“Jeez guy, take a joke once in a while." Darcy stayed quiet. “No, alright? It's perfectly safe. You'll feel a bit drowsy afterwards, usually a headache. That's about it."

“Alright," Darcy agreed.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever--wait, really?"

“Let me see one of those things," the human said, motioning towards the disk with the drug.

The dog obliged, pinching out one of the tablets and handing it to Darcy. Darcy looked at it closely, like he intended to determine its chemical makeup visually. He didn't have that Eye augment—very expensive. He wet his lips, preparing himself, then stopped.

“What, are you not going to show me it's safe?" Darcy asked him.

“You want me to go all horn-dog on you?"

Again, Darcy stayed silent.

“Fine. If you want to party, let's party," the canine said. He grabbed another tablet of the refined Janithite and placed it on his tongue, letting it sit there in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing. Ray pointed with the drug canister at Mel. “You want one too, kitty?

“Was wondering when you'd offer," she said, nodding.

Radon fished out one more tablet and placed it on the tip of his finger, offering it to Mel with a little bow. She didn't grab it, instead wrapping her mouth around his digit and pulling back, leaving only a wet pawtip behind.

“Satisfied?" Ray questioned him.

“Indeed." He swallowed the tasteless drug with a final weary glance.

Darcy didn't make a habit out of casual substance abuse, so he didn't really know what he was getting into. Still, he tried to relax, waiting for whatever effect it would give him to kick in.

“I never asked you, Darcy," Mel said, “how was your first time?"

“My first time with a fur? Or do you mean my very first?"

“I meant it like the former, but fuck it, why not both?"

“You were good. Very, very different in some ways, but I'm glad we got to do that."

She seemed to accept this answer. “And the one who stole your v-card?"

“Phew. That was a long, long time ago. Still, I was probably older than most. Kids were hooking up so late in those decades—in that star system. So much going on in the galaxy. I was thirty, thirty-five, maybe."

“Jesus," Mel exclaimed. Ray let out a long whistle.

“What were they like?" Mel asked.

The human stared upward, high in the mountains of his old memories. “She was so… focused. She was leaving to help colonize the next star system over. When she told me, I think I hugged her and told her I didn't want her to leave, like I finally realized what she meant to me. Things escalated between us before she left for good, but I couldn't convince her."

“Why didn't you just go with her?" Mel said.

Darcy shook his head. “I wasn't ready."

“Ready for what?"

He shrugged. “The adventure? Leaving everything I knew behind? It seemed impossible, I guess. Thirty years was a long time to be on one planet, even back then."

“But you did leave eventually," Mel pointed out.

“Yeah. Years and years later."

“So what changed?" she asked.

He avoided eye contact. “I don't know," he said. “I guess I had too much time to think. And that she was right about a lot of things. What was worth staying for, family or otherwise."

“Hmm," Mel thought openly.

“Maybe this is just the drugs talking, but I feel like I've just spent the last century or two trying to find what she did, that sense of adventure," Darcy said.

“Funny," Ray commented, “I think I've spent a lot of my life just trying to get away from adventure."

“Then why are you out here?" Darcy asked.

“Ask Mel," he redirected. Darcy looked at the lynx splayed on the bed. She didn't seem to be paying much attention anymore.

“I think I'm starting to feel it," Mel said.

“Wait, but why did you--" Darcy began.

“Like, my vag feels like it's got butterflies," she continued, touching herself.

“So," he looked at Ray again, “why were you here again?"

“I go where Mel goes. She keeps things interesting, for better or worse." He leaned in to speak more quietly. “Usually worse."

“Hey!" she complained, “I'm drugged, not deaf. When is it going to start getting good for you?"

“Oh, I feel something," Darcy decided. He couldn't feel the bruises he got earlier in the day, replaced by different sensations. His vision felt crystal clear despite the dark, and his dick swelled, begging him to touch it. He was warm, even with barely any clothes left on his body.

Ray removed his shirt in a fluid motion. “Yea-up, I feel all tingly."

“Tingly is good," Mel mused. She massaged her folds in front of the two, her legs spread wide. It gave Ray a great view of the oversexed feral, one he didn't take for granted. He removed his pants with a huff, his darkish-red penis pointing out from his sheath. Darcy stared at him, a bit weirded-out.

But Radon didn't give any attention to him, still focused on his wife pleasuring herself so casually. His paws found her expansive, fluffy belly and pet her sensually. Mel lifted her paw away and looked up at him. Eventually his paws dared lower, massaging her tender nipples on the way down. His digits brushed against her lower lips, teasing out bits of pleasure, feeling her arousal. The lynx squirmed around his paw as he pressed a pawtip into her. Her body begged for more. But he stopped, only for a second. He lowered his muzzle to her crotch and licked her, tasting her once-filled sex, the last of the human's seed leaking out onto his broad tongue.

“Ah, yes! Just like that," Mel moaned.

Darcy felt out of place, the two lovers engaged in each other. He was embarrassed to watch, but he couldn't look away. He barely had to touch himself and he was already achingly hard. He never thought something like this would turn him on, but then again, maybe it was just the drug.

Mel flexed her hips up against Ray's muzzle in ecstasy. An orgasm making her whole body shiver. Her short legs closed around Ray's head. She caught a glimpse of Darcy looking at the pair.

“Oh, sorry Darcy, we're ignoring you."

“Don't worry about it," he dismissed, his exposed crotch doing him zero justice.

“No, lemme make it up to you. Which do you like more, my maw around your dick or my pussy?"

“Do I get a vote?" Ray asked above her crotch.

“No," Mel said definitively.

Darcy blinked several times like he couldn't understand the question. “I'd like to see what you can do with your mouth again."

Mel purred in agreement and stood up. “Good, I so wanted to get another taste of you. Right from the source." She wasted no time. She walked in front of Darcy's hard-on, leaning in to sniff him, all while keeping eye-contact.

“Christ, you're a lewd cat," he sighed.

Mel snorted. “I wonder what it'll feel like to have you spray cum down my throat."

Darcy was hardly able to laugh before she sank down again, fitting in every inch of his erection, forgoing the teasing pace of the last time. He sat up almost instinctively, letting his dick stand at its full height in her maw, flexing it against her tongue.

Mel's butt hung high in the air, tail raised. The canine enjoyed the view, licking his lips. He got behind Mel, crawling till he was eye-level with her glistening sex. Grabbing her haunches, Ray started eating her out, spreading her lips wide. The horny lynx murmured something around Darcy's dick, not willing to stop for a time it would take to reply.

A couple pleasant minutes passed like this, Darcy's crotch once again dripping with her saliva. She moaned around his cock again, deep in ecstasy. When the human looked up, Ray had moved, his tapered dick in his paw, aligning himself to her slick folds. She trembled as he pierced her, meowing out. He crammed his length down the small feline. But she took him well, years of intimate practice between them. After a few thrusts, Ray stretched her deeper, wider, enough to where his knot pressed to her puffy lips. He rested himself against her back, his hips carrying him deep inside the feral with short, rapid thrusts.

Darcy felt her throat rub his penis as Ray stuffed Mel from behind, jostling her. Even now, he couldn't stop looking at the pair. The lynx getting pounded, the panting canine on top of her, all while he was licked and rubbed incessantly. Breathing was hard enough to even think about talking.

Ray caught Darcy's eyes, looking like he was going to say something, but he didn't. He gasped for air and closed his eyes, wrapping his paws around Mel like a frantic feral. The canine was on the verge, desperate to knot his wife in their drug-induced highs.

The lynx pulled herself off Darcy's cock, inhaling hard underneath the weight of her husband. “Give me all of it," she moaned. Ray panted an affirmative, pressed her to his crotch, then, thrusting harder than ever, her soaked vagina finally wrapped audibly around his swelling knot. Her pussy was tight all the way to the back of their tie.

“Ahh!" Ray moaned.

“Oh, fuck yes!" Mel said. She noticed Darcy's cock still in front of her face. Without missing a beat, she sank down again with renewed intensity. Darcy could tell from the canine's face that he was coming. He still managed short thrusts, squeezing out every bit of pleasure from their tight fit, spurting into the feline's tunnel till cum leaked out around their tie. Still Mel sucked the human off, her lust insatiable. Darcy's orgasm almost crept up faster than he could notice. He grunted, sitting up and clutching Mel's neck as she moved with him.

“I'm--" Darcy gasped. He came hard. The first jet went straight in her awaiting maw, her tongue lapping against the head of his penis. She lifted off of him to gasp. The second landed high on her fluffy cheek before she could sink down again. She held him deep as both the males unloaded. Ray's cock was twitching as the last of his seed forced itself inside the stuffed feline. Almost unwilling, Darcy pulled his messy dick from Mel's mouth and relaxed his tired legs.

“You two know how to show a lady a good time," Mel huffed. She licked the side of her mouth, trying to get Darcy's cum off her cheek.

Darcy laughed then sighed. “Sorry about that Mel."

“Oh, don't worry."

“Let me help you," he offered, smiling. With a single finger, he raised her head and kissed her, quickly finding her cheek and licking his own cum off of her. The bitter taste filled his mouth, but for reasons he again assumed were drug-related, he didn't mind it as much as in the past.

“Wow, don't see many norms doing that one," Ray commented.

“I haven't been this horny in like a hundred-eighty years," Darcy said.

“Calm down, tiger," Mel said. “Well, if you're going to be so cute, I might as well return the favor, right?" She tapped the human's slick, deflating penis with a paw.

“You're going to clean me off?"

“Mmm-hmm," Mel purred. The lynx crouched down low again, running her tongue from the bottom of his balls to the tip of his penis, licking off all the cum still there in the process.

“Ohh, that still feels… ohhhh," he said.

Methodically, Mel cleaned all sides of his length until only her saliva remained. She finished by squishing his entire softening dick in her mouth, sending a tingling sensation through him.

“Thanks Mel, that felt surprisingly nice," Darcy said.

“Surprising, huh? I'm good at what I do," she said. “Especially when I'm full of my husband's dick."

“Wow," Ray said flatly.

“What? It's true," she asserted. She tugged on their connection, making Ray whimper happily.

“How long are you two going to be stuck like that?" Darcy asked.

“'Stuck' feels like the wrong word," Mel laughed, clenching herself along the canine's dick, milking him for the last few drops of his cum.

“Ahh! Stop," Ray groaned, “I can't stop-- Okay, we're going down now."

With that, the long-haired breed fell to his side and brought Mel with him, holding her to his waist. He had to catch his breath again, instinctively thrusting shortly into the feline a few times without meaning to.

“Wait, don't stop moving, that felt amazing," Mel commanded.

“I can't. Too sensitive."

“No, I need-- Darcy, have you recovered yet?"

“Just about."

“Good, I need you inside me right fucking now."

“Jesus, Mel," Ray muttered.

“You have no idea what Janit's doing to my heat, babe."

The lynx got her legs under herself again, tugging forcefully on the tie. Ray bit back a yelp as her pussy bulged and finally released the canine, leaking cum everywhere. She found Darcy quickly. Placing herself between his legs, she brought her nose to his penis, nuzzling his length then smelling below his balls. Her tongue found his ass, licking Darcy somewhere very new.

“What are you doing?" Darcy asked directly.

She pulled back. “You don't like butt stuff? I like butt stuff."

“No, it's just," he said, sitting back again, “some warning would have been nice."

Mel smiled in a feline way that Darcy was starting to like. “I'll keep it in mind," she said.

Her paws grabbed his dick, sliding them against his dick as her tongue found his asshole again.

“Who teaches you this stuff?" Darcy moaned.

“I told you that I've done a bit of everything."

It didn't take long for her to move up again, sucking on Darcy's length for a few beautiful seconds before stopping altogether.

“Hope you don't mind a bit of mess." The cat climbed on top of him. Seed coated her entrance, some still dripping onto the sheets. Her back paws fell to either side of him, bringing her soaked crotch down to his. Her warmth was intense, sandwiching his dick to her cunt and spreading the dog's excitement onto him.

“So eager, but you still find time to tease the guy," Ray said.

“I'm not complaining. Oh… fuck," Darcy moaned. Mel decided to stop her games and pierce herself on his member. Cum gushed out of her. She didn't stop until she was able to sit down, his length hidden. She purred happily, grinding herself there on the human's lap. Darcy's hands held her down against his crotch, her claws digging into his shirt. Her body heat was even more intense than before.

Mel started moving up and down. She let her hind legs do all the work, sitting up just long enough to feel empty, craving the next greedy thrust down onto his dick, filling the void. Strings of cum connected them, sticking to Darcy's skin and matting Mel's fur. It was the last thing either of them cared about, hopelessly lost in the sensations. Radon had other plans.

“You said you liked butt stuff Mel?" Ray asked.

Mel didn't stop driving down to reply. “What did you have in mind?"

“You just stay right where you are. I'll grab some lube."

Mel relaxed, moving to long, careful motions and still watching Ray out of the corner of her eye. Darcy struggled to accept the slower pace, but he wanted to last longer than the last times. Ray was making this more interesting.

Ray poured lube over his dick, then into his paw. He approached the pair on the bed, reaching below the feline's tail and pressing a finger into her butt. With the lube, he was able to sink in past both knuckles, wiggling his finger a little, causing Mel to stop and gasp.

“Okay, you might need to move a little bit," Radon corrected.

With a bit of awkward shifting, Ray managed to direct the pair to the edge of the bed, his dick almost level to their sexes. With Mel still impaled on Darcy, the canine got behind the pair and squeezed himself into her tailhole.

Mel cried out, overcome by it all.

“It's okay Mel. You stay still, we'll keep it nice and slow," Ray relaxed.

She moaned an affirmation through gritted teeth, her husband slowly sinking down further. When he stopped, Darcy decided to keep moving, thrusting upward into the feline's quivering pussy. She felt tighter now with two dicks filling her.

“Ohh, faster Darcy," she said.

Ray moved much slower, finally widening her ass enough to where his knot stopped him. Carefully, he backed out, his wife's anus tight to him the entire way. The canine muttered more sweet nothings as he continued, gradually building a gentle rhythm into the feline's tiny butt.

Adjusting till he matched pace with Ray, Darcy was sinking in all the way every time, filling her perfectly. He was holding her sides when she came, her walls contracting and releasing over and over around Darcy's penis, begging him to unload. Holding himself in, Ray could feel her ass squeeze him repeatedly too. Pre spurted out of him, lubricating him further.

Mel panted, coming off her brief rush. “Keep going," she told them.

“Think you can take it?" Ray asked hopefully.

She very much doubted herself, but only inwardly. “Fuck yes, babe. Give me all of you," she purred tiredly. If Darcy was on the other side, he would have seen Ray's tail wag briefly before the dog kept thrusting.

Held by both paws and hands, they lustfully grinded into the cat. Ray couldn't help but dig his claws into her sides, wracked with need. Darcy was gentler, despite how thoroughly he pounded her cunt. Quickly, he was reaching a point where he would spill inside the lynx again. Still Ray worked his knot against the feline's anus, stretching her to new levels. Her tail was stuck upright, willing for him to go all the way even though she could barely hold herself up.

Beyond tired, Darcy's hips refused to keep thrusting upward despite his orgasm approaching. He brought her down with him, holding her tight, holding his dick in her quivering warmth. Mel started moving instead. She lifted herself and slid down both of their dicks at once, building speed just fast enough to tease out yet another of her own orgasms.

With a sharp drive down, Darcy groaned out loudly, finally reaching the point of no return. He thrusted up, pressing his crotch tight to the fur of the insatiable feline, coming for the third time. He ejaculated again and again, coating her hot feral walls, adding to the mess from when Ray was knotted to her only minutes ago. Ray kept going behind them. Over several unbearable moments, the lynx felt her ass spread even wider as the canine grinded his knot deeper and deeper, till finally he forced his way in.

“Mrrahh!" Mel almost screamed in knotted pleasure. Her body quivered around the two, Ray cumming deep in her ass. She made sure every last bit of their energy was drained into her, every last bit of their lust. She was reduced to a fluffy puddle, filled well past her limits. Mel collapsed happily onto Darcy's warm body, exhausted purrs rumbling through her.

The pair let Mel recover for a long while, long enough for Darcy's erection to soften inside the feline and slip out completely, followed by a trail of hot white. The canine took longer, still tied snugly below her tail. Under no circumstances would she let him force himself out like she did to him earlier. But finally, Ray deflated enough to where he too was able to slide out.

The combined aftermath on the bed was ungodly, especially as Mel leaked out onto the sheets from two openings. But for the feline in particular, cleaning up wasn't high on the list of priorities.

She rolled onto her side, yawning. “Thank you, boys. You were great."

For Darcy, it was contagious. When he was done yawning, he got some words out. “You're really just going to…" he said, yawning again. He rolled over beside Mel.

“Yes," came Mel's sleepy reply.

Radon sighed deeply, finally standing up on unsure footing. He wordlessly maneuvered himself to the bathroom, cleaned himself thoroughly, and prepared cold washcloths. He brought them back to Mel and Darcy. There, he managed to convince the human to take one and wiped off his wife and her ruined back-end. With practiced paws, he picked up Mel and brought her to her bed on the floor.

The dog was able to take off all of the sheets, throwing them all onto a very heavy-duty wash and dry cycle. He walked back to the bedroom with a question in mind. “So norm, you planning on staying the--?" he stopped abruptly, spotting the sleepy human on the feline's bed, curled against her back.

“If that's alright," Darcy mumbled, sounding surprisingly sheepish.

“Fine. Make way," Ray said.

Ray tiptoed himself in front of Mel and lied down, pillow in hand. When he got comfortable, he felt Mel shift behind him.

“Thanks, babe," she said.

Morning came sooner than desired on the space station. “Morning" was of course artificial: a fade-in of ambient light, dampened noise coming from the foot traffic outside. Darcy woke first. Sleep didn't come to him like it used to, and it didn't stay either. He had a headache, as Ray predicted, and his arm was half asleep from being curled against the cat all night, but otherwise, he was fine. So, he sat on Ray's elevated bed, finding its sheets all but removed, and gathered his thoughts.

Darcy thought of leaving the happy couple to it. Then again, they were fairly nice people, furs or not. Was it rude to not say goodbye? He wasn't sure what one-night stand protocol was supposed to be in this day and age.

His Eye had notified him of the Hare from yesterday, and how he had planned to call the inter-co-op police force. But another plan came to him all at once, one he couldn't resist. He tiptoed out of the room, looking for paper and a pen. When he found it, he stared at the blank scrap of paper for a long while, finally writing something down.

“Fuck the police," Darcy muttered.

He signed the note and left, not paying any attention to the hostile looks he got from the furs walking through the halls.

Part 4: The End For Now

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Mel woke up hours later, her orifices in only slightly less pain than she expected. Her shifting woke Ray too, and before too long they were eating a meager breakfast in their kitchen. Ray spotted the note first.

“This synthetic strawberry flavoring is terrible," Mel was saying, “It's like they took that old banana candy flavor and just added red. Why can't they—?"

“What's this?" he interrupted. He held the scrap of paper low for Mel to read it.

“That's Darcy's name, I think. That fucker left a note?"

“Little old-fashioned, even for a bicentennial," Ray said.

“Whatever. What does it say?" Mel asked.

The canine raised the paper and read aloud in a monotone voice.

“Thanks for a fun night. You two really opened my eyes to some things…" Radon stopped reading. “Get a load of this guy."

“What does the rest of it say?"

“Fine," Ray said, reading further. Mel watched his eyes scan the words. “Wait…" he said, reading the note again.

“What?" Mel said, interest piqued.

“He says he's… gonna find the hare himself and take their lousy ship. Who's the hare and why's he going to steal their ship?"

“Lemme see the damn letter," Mel said. Ray begrudgingly let her paws take it.

“What's this about, Mel?"

Mel read the note. “The norm isn't joking, is he? He left an address."

“What do you--?" Ray started.

“Get dressed, doggo! I'm not letting this bastard have all the fun."

Ray shook his head with his mouth wide open, infinitely confused.

“It's about that shooting you heard at the bar. I'll explain all the details on the way! Come on!"

The canine sighed and looked away, a smile forming without his permission. “This better be good."