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Universal Concord

Planet Biroyth

Year 918 UC Standard

Our planet is an exporter of ship parts and engines, and many of our products are used in UC military vessels. Moreover, we have some orbiting docks often used for refitting and resupplying navy ships. So it's not too surprising to see a representative from the government or the navy here on business, or a gang of sailors or marines on leave. Even when they're not in uniform you can almost always tell them by the way they carry themselves. Even compared to other preds, Valtung people (we call them all that, even if they're not actually from the Capital World) just have this inherent gravitas about them. I don't mind telling you it's enough to make a boy weak at the knees when I see some big handsome pred in navy dress whites.

So when I clocked off work for the day and headed down to my favourite bar, you can imagine my surprise to see a leopard sitting at one of the tables in those self-same navy whites and sipping from a glass of wine. He was tall and lean, as most big cats are, and he had an aura of unmistakeable power. The fur around his eyes was uncommonly dark, and that just made his beautiful gold eyes stand out all the more.

I'm...well, I'm a lot less impressive. I'm a rabbit. I'm what's called agouti, which is really just a fancy way of saying speckled grey and brown. I guess some people I've been with say it's cute (especially the girls, for some reason) but I just don't see the appeal. I'm pretty tall by rabbit standards, so I guess at least I have that going for me.

Now the Red Ash is what they call a "prey bar", by which I mean it's a bar that lets prey in unaccompanied. That's been getting more and more common these days; these are changing modern times and compared to even just 10 years ago prey have a lot more privileges and rights than we used to. It's all very exciting, and I look forward to seeing just how much more freedom we can have in the coming years as our pred overlords realise they can let us have a little without society coming crashing down around their ears.

That being said, boy do I find it hot when a pred who could kill me with their bare hands throws me into bed and really puts the fear of Man into me. Shocker, right? A rabbit likes being the bottom. Sue me.

Getting back to the hero of our story, he was sitting there with his glass of wine looking like some mythic portrayal of the perfect man. His face was stern and proud. As I came in he happened to be casting his eyes around the room; and then they found me. I'd barely set foot in the door when I found myself locked into his gaze. He gestured smoothly to the seat opposite him and it took more self-control than I'd like to admit not to sprint over to him.

Man alive, he was even hotter up close. No, hot isn't the right word. Handsome. He was classically handsome, like those paintings of the first generation of colonists on the planet, all rugged determination and good looks that could have been chiselled from marble. He smiled at me as I sat; a real smile and not a smirk. That took me by surprise but it sure looked good on him.

He waved one of the bar staff over and ordered a glass of wine for me. He was lucky it was a quiet night; if they'd been busier he would have missed out on making such a nice gesture. He figured I preferred dry white wine; whether that was a lucky guess or I just somehow seem the type I'm not sure.

"So", he rumbled, "Who do I have the pleasure of meeting this evening?"

"Tommy", I introduced myself, "Tommy Volsong". His eyebrows raised a touch at that, which I supposed must mean he was from a planet where prey don't have surnames.

"Kurt Blackmoor", he replied.

"Are you on leave, or part of some kind of procurement project?" I'd learned the word procurement from a particularly attractive marine. It sure made me feel in-the-know to say it.

"Neither, actually. The navy wants to set up a more permanent office here on Biroyth, and I've been assigned to be part of it. Attached to the attaché, you might say." He took a sip of his wine and continued, "I don't usually boast, but it's pretty unusual for someone of my rank to get this kind of detail."

I tried to piece together the bits of trivia I knew about naval ranks. He had rich blue stripes at the cuffs of his sleeves, which I knew made him an officer. If he was a captain or above they'd be gold, so I knew it was something below that. The top stripe had a triangle pointing out of it, and I knew they only got that after they graduated, so he wasn't an officer-cadet - besides, he was a little old to be a cadet. I took a chance. "Well on-ship or off, I've always had a weakness for a man in uniform, lieutenant."

He frowned. Damn, I'd either overshot the mark or fallen short. "Lieutenant Commander", he said imperiously, "Don't spend much time with sailors?"

"Not with officers", I replied, hoping to smooth things over, "All I know is that more stripes and triangles means more better. Oh, and that marines have green stripes instead of blue."

He chuckled. "If more stripes means more better, you really must have been spending time with marines."

I shrugged. "Half the time they come in here, they didn't even know it was a prey bar. But then they can't leave, or that would make them look like idiots, right? Man forbid they back down in front of a bunch of prey they'll probably never see again when the week is out, so they're stuck."

"And that's when you make your move."

"Exactly. I do the whole simpering, helpless civilian thing and one of them has to be the big, strong pred - the bigger and stronger the better, mind you - and they snap me right up. I guess it's less embarassing for them to be in a prey bar if they can say they grabbed some bunny and screwed his brains out."

"Would you have tried that with me?"

I shook my head. "You weren't putting on a show of being in control. You were in control. I can always tell the difference."

"In control, hmm?"

"Yeah", I breathed, "You're not settling for some groundside bunny as a consolation prize."

He nodded. "Confident little thing, aren't you? So sure you're just what I'm looking for."

I smirked up at him. "A handsome guy like you could have his pick of this bar. You could crook your finger and anyone you like would come running. But you called me over, and you haven't given me the boot yet, so there's got to be something about me you like."

"Maybe I just want a local to show me the good restaurants."

"I don't know much about fine dining but I know a hotel that does cheap nightly rates and has decent room service."

He laughed then, and it was a beautiful sound. "Oh, Man alive", he sighed, "Here I am doing my whole tall, suave and handsome routine and you're just trying to throw yourself at my cock."

"Is it working?" I asked.

"Yes, I suppose it is. I'm not used to the locals being hornier than the crew." He contemplated his wine, "In fact, I'm not really used to prey talking to me so brazenly at all. Where I come from...well, we don't really see much of you at all. And when we do, you're rarely so, ah...talkative."

"You had prey on your crew, didn't you?" I asked.

"Just so, but I never tended to see much of them, either. Not my department."

"Huh." Given the little slice of home-sweet-home he'd revealed he probably came from one of the planets that kept their prey population in labour camps. They say you should never discuss politics at the table, so I changed the subject. "What was your last ship, anyway?"

"CNS Corrente. She's a destroyer."

"Oh, I know what those are. They're the smaller ships that escort cruisers and carriers, right?"

"Very good. We'll make a proper sailor of you yet, cadet Volsong."

My dick twitched when he said that. I hadn't even known I had a thing for roleplay. I think he noticed my reaction too, the perceptive devil.

We ordered meals and another pair of drinks, and before long we were making our way to that hotel I had mentioned - I hadn't been being entirely facetious. It was clean and neat and well-maintained, which I gather can be surprising to the kind of people who don't frequent these establishments. But hey, think about it - who wants to feel some stranger's juices and gunks soaking into your fur?

So there we stood at that awkward moment after you've both got into the hotel room but nobody's started doing anything yet. If I were a more take-charge kind of a fur I might have, well, taken charge, but it was taking a moment for my brain to figure out how. Luckily, Kurt was there with me and he knew just what to do.

"Cadet Volsong!" he snapped, "If you cannot present yourself in correct military attire, you will present yourself nude! Am I understood?"

"Understood, sir!" I squeaked.

Now, I'm not a stripper. I can take my clothes off in what I hope is a sexy way, but of course that takes time. With Lieutenant Blackmoor giving me orders, I felt there was no time to be lost. I fairly tore my clothes off and flung them into a far corner of the room. That done I snapped to attention and stood ready for my inspection. When I had agreed to be inspected I couldn't recall, but I didn't particularly mind it.

He stood tall in front of me, arms clasped behind his back and head held high. Perhaps most importantly, he was dressed to the nines and I was naked as the day I was born. He seemed somehow to fill the room, and I felt as if we were the only two people in the world. He looked down his snout at me, and I got hard. Man alive, the evening had been an education in fetishes I'd never even known I had. I broke eye contact and looked down at his shiny black boots. Then I looked away from those in case I also had a latent foot worship fetish. I'd already had enough new kinks for one night, thank you very much.

"Look at you, cadet Volsong", he sneered, "standing there naked in front of a superior officer. You know I try to be a modern man, I try not to despise you prey animals, but here you are being every inch the slutty little bunny. Isn't that right?"

"Sir, yes sir" I agreed. I was pretty sure that was what you were supposed to say when a navy officer was mad at you.

"I'd say you're a disgrace to the uniform but you can't even manage that, can you?"

"Sir, no sir" I agreed.

"You're bringing shame on the navy and you're bringing shame on the Concord itself." He smirked suddenly. "But don't worry, cadet Volsong. I can think of a way for you to redeem yourself."

"Please, sir!" I begged, "I'll do anything!"

"You're damned right you will", he said as he unzipped his fly, "now kneel."

I didn't need telling twice. I dropped to my knees before this powerful male specimen - _superior officer_indeed - and tugged his stiff cock from out his pants. It was a rich, delicious red and generously sized, too. Larger guys, especially larger preds, tend to be gifted and Kurt certainly had plenty to be happy about. Man in his wisdom saw fit to do away with barbs when he uplifted felines, a fact for which I was extremely grateful. I started with a long, teasing lick up the base of his shaft and gave my tongue a little flourish when I got to the head. I knew I couldn't tease him too long, though, so before he had a chance to get impatient I swallowed his length and ducked my head to take as much as I could.

I started sucking him off in earnest, bobbing my head and swirling my tongue in a gradually deepening rhythm. I let myself make the little noises I always do when I'm sucking a cock, and made sure to press my tongue under his head whenever I thought the vibrations might make it better for him. He had started breathing heavily above me, so I was pretty sure I'd hit the mark. I love making people feel good.

He brought his breathing back under control and sneered at me once more. "You'll have to do better than that, Cadet", he told me in a surprisingly level voice.

I redoubled my efforts. Up until then I'd been bearing in mind that I didn't actually want him to finish; at least not until I'd had my fun. I fished into my pants and pulled out my own cock, working it gently as I continued to suck on his. I moaned around his dick and let my tongue dance across it.

"Ah-ah, what do we think we're doing down there?" he asked, his tone deceptively light. "I hope you're not putting your own desires before the needs of your superior officer." He batted my hand away with his foot.

I whined a wordless plea around the head of his dick, looking up at him with imploring eyes. I don't think it helped. Despite his harsh words I was pretty confident he wasn't going to be content with a blowjob, so I got back to work and hoped he would get impatient for the headline act. I gripped his hips as I resumed sucking on his cock. By this point he was producing a pretty serious amount of pre, which meant I was _tasting_a pretty serious amount of pre. I hummed my appreciation, and when he gripped the back of my head I'm pretty sure that was a good sign. My intuition turned out to be right as he dragged my head up off of his dick and forced me to stand.

"A good start, recruit" he said, and I could tell that by this point he was struggling to control his voice, "Now get on that bed."

"Yes, sir!"

I slinked my way up onto the bed and posed myself head down and ass up. I gave my butt an enticing little wiggle and looked back at Kurt - I'm sure my hunger was showing in my eyes. "Please, sir", I begged him, "I need it".

"You need what, recruit?" he asked as he shrugged off his pants and unbuttoned his jacket.

"Your cock, sir."

"And where do you need it?"

"My ass, sir!" I cried, "Oh, please sir, fuck my ass!"

He fished around in the pockets of his discarded pants and pulled out a condom. He rolled it down his stiff cock with one hand, and with the other he opened the bedside cabinet. The hotel being what it was, lube was provided as standard, and he squeezed some out onto his fingers. I arched my back to present an easy target for him, and he obliged by easing two fingers into me. I couldn't help but moan as he fingered my needy ass. I swear if he'd wanted he could have finished me off just like that, digging deep into me with his beautiful fingers. I probably wouldn't even need to touch myself, I could just lay there and be reduced to a puddle of satisfied rabbit. The idea was not an unattractive one. However, it seemed that he had other plans as I felt a weight shift behind me on the bed as he took position.

He placed his hands on my hips and then I felt him pressing against my entrance. He filled me insistently and unhurriedly, almost flowing into me. I moaned into the pillow again, a little louder this time. He drove himself into me in a smooth motion until eventually I felt his hips gently bump against mine. He was big, bigger than I'd taken in a while, and I appreciated him taking it slow. He gave me a moment to adjust to the fullness and, whether by luck or judgement, he started easing himself back just as I was about to tell him I was OK.

He stopped and began moving into me again when he was almost out, and soon he settled into a comfortable rhythm. I had no control over anything happening. He was setting the pace, and he was simply trusting that I'd be able to handle it. In the position I was in, I could hardly even move my hips back against him - all I could do was take it. It was bliss. It was where I belonged. He picked up the pace, and with it the strength behind his thrusts. It was a gradual ramping up, but before long he was really driving into me. He slammed against my backside as he powered into me, and my moans had degenerated into breathless noises of pleasure. I could do nothing but grip the sheets and _exist_in a state of ecstasy.

I felt his hands shifting on my hips and he leaned down over me, placing his greater weight on my back and driving me physically down into the bed. I trembled beneath him as he kept thrusting, trading speed for power and hammering himself into me; a steadier pace than before but rougher with it. He gripped the back of my head with one hand and yanked it up. With his head so close to mine I could hear his rough breathing, his wordless growls. For a moment I thought he was going to bite the back of my neck, the way some preds like to do to really show you who's in charge. He resisted the temptation, and contented himself with growling violence into my ears as he fucked me.

I was reaching my limit, and as his pace changed again I realised he must be too. I could feel movement and I realised his chest was shifting as he breathed hard and hammered his cock into me. He gave a great shuddering thrust - another - and he came. By that point I was so worked up that even without being able to feel it, the knowledge was enough to set me over the edge. I gave a last exhausted moan and jizzed into the hotel bed. I slumped down onto the bed and he flopped on top of me until I was almost in danger of suffocating beneath his powerful, masculine form. There must be worse ways to go, I suppose.

I was spared that fate as he hefted himself up, pulled his slowly softening cock from my ass and rolled off me to lie next to me and pant up at the ceiling. I made a wordless, satisfied noise and shifted into him, resting my head on his chest. He idly ran a hand through my hair and we lay there enjoying each others' presence.

"We're gonna have to do this again", I managed eventually.

"Hmm", he agreed, and I felt the rumble of his voice through his chest directly into me. "Well, once I've got the position I'll need to celebrate, of course."

I sighed my appreciation of the idea into his fur. "And when you've got your new office we can break it in."

He chuckled, a low and rolling sound. "You know, Tommy, I like the way you think."