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This story is based on episode four of the series, in which Bucky is captured by the toads and the obviously gay toad officer Captain Smada seems to want to get, shall we say, up close and personal with Bucky. Nothing ever happens, though, at least that we see. As with my previous two Bucky stories, this one is adapted from a roleplay I did with a friend (in this case, a fellow by the name of Shiftael).

Bucky O'Hare and Captain Smada are copyright 1992 Sunbow Entertainment.

(adults only please) By: Kooshmeister & Shiftael

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Bucky O'Hare, his wrists manacled, struggled between the two grinning Storm Toads escorting him down the dimly-lit hallway inside the toad warship in orbit above the ruined planet Warren. What were these two muscleheads grinning about? Bucky wondered. Although inwardly nervous, the green hare outwardly displayed sharp defiance. "Get your slimy mitts off me!" he growled to the two toads. "I'm not slaving for the likes of you wartbags!"

They carried him onto the bridge of the warship. Captain Smada, a tall and lean toad officer wearing a red uniform and a long black cape, was sitting in the command chair, being served a drink by a female toad assistant. Overhearing Bucky as he was brought in, he smirked, turning to face him. His skin was a much darker green than most toads. As far as Bucky knew from experience, only the Air Marshall had skin that was as dark green as Smada's.

"Oooooh, does the big bad captain think he's too good to join the slave pens with his brothers?" Smada said, his voice carrying a strong lisp. He rose and walked towards Bucky, an obvious feminine sway in his movements. Reaching, he cupped the hare's chin affectionately. "Well, we'll just see about that."

Bucky gritted his teeth and turned away with revulsion, and finally Smada released him. Turning away, Smada ordered the bridge crew, "Get me the Air Marshall."

In a few moments, the ship had successfully raised the slave factory on Kinnear, and were greeted by one of the Air Marshall's assistants on the big viewscreen- Frix, Bucky thought, although he admitted he had difficulty telling the two siblings apart; in any event, it was the one with the big chin. "I'm sorry, Captain, but the Air Marshall is right in the middle of a speech to the slave population. He's just been appointed to the new commander of the factory."

"Get him anyway," Smada snapped, gesturing limply with one hand, "believe me, this is one time the Air Marshall isn't going to mind."

Frix nodded and headed off. A few moments later, the horrible, ugly, wart-covered face of the Toad Air Marshall, supreme commander of the Toad Empire's military forces, filled the viewscreen. Bucky scowled. He wasn't usually one to dislike another being based on looks, but the Air Marshall was so hideous he couldn't help but be repulsed.

"Greetings, Air Marshall," Smada said. "Look at this!" Swishing his cape dramatically, he stepped off to the side so that the Air Marshall now had a clear, unobstructed view of the glowering Bucky O'Hare being held between the two Storm Toads. "Bucky O'Hare is my prisoner!"

"Bucky O'Hare at last!" cried the Air Marshall. "Oh, how you'll suffer at my hands! I'll find the deepest, darkest pit, and-- and... throw you in it!" Clearly the Air Marshall lacked anything resembling an imagination when it came to coming up with interesting ways to dispose of his enemies.

"Gee, thanks," said Bucky tiredly. "I need a vacation."

Ignoring Bucky's comment, the Air Marshall looked at Smada and said, "Captain Smada, send him to me here on Kinnear at once!"

Bucky's ears perked up as he heard the name of the planet. Kinnear was a lifeless little dustball in the middle of nowhere. The perfect place for the toads to set up a new secret factory. But what could they possibly be building? He figured he'd find out in due time, considering he was being sent there. "Kinnear, eh?" he said to Smada as the Air Marshall's face thankfully vanished from the viewscreen. "In the Minotaur Sector?"

Turning to him, Smada replied, "Yes. Your home, till your fur falls out, mammal." Addressing the two Storm Toads, he said, "Get him out of my sight!" The two toad warriors began dragging an unresisting Bucky off the bridge, and then Smada, stroking his chin in thought, suddenly said, "Wait! I've changed my mind. Take him to my personal quarters."

The Storm Toads blinked and looked at one another uneasily. "Uh, you sure about that, Captain?" said the taller of the two. "I mean, the Air Marshall said--"

"I heard what the Air Marshall said!" barked Smada. "He can have Bucky O'Hare to play with as long as he wants... when I'm done with him." At this last part, he narrowed his eyes and smirked at Bucky, who suddenly felt more uneasy than he had been when the first brought him aboard. When they hesitated, Smada snapped, "Move!"

"Yes sir!" they said in unison, and proceeded to escort Bucky off the bridge. They carried him down the hallway, and when they reached a large door they stopped, and the shorter Storm Toad pressed a button beside it. The door slid open, revealing a dark room beyond.

"So, guys, what's the deal?" Bucky asked. His response was to get hit on the back of the head with the butt of one of their maser rifles. He instantly blacked out.

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Later, in his personal quarters, Smada sat back, waiting patiently for Bucky to come to. Bucky's nose twitched in a very rabbit-like fashion as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking. Immediately he noticed two things: he was in chains, and in an unfamiliar room. He was lying on the cold metal floor, the chains on his wrists attached to the floor.

His head ached powerfully from the smack on the skull he'd gotten earlier. Bucky's chains thankfully allowed him some freedom of movement, and he slowly stood shakily, one hand going to his head and holding it groggily. "Uh, where am I?" he asked of no one in particular, unaware of Smada's presence just yet, the toad captain smirking wickedly in the background.

"You're in my personal quarters," Smada said, rising and walking to stand slightly beside Bucky, his boots clomping loudly on the floor.

"Ah!" Bucky cried, turning to notice Smada for the first time. "You!"

Smada reached up with a black-gloved hand and stroked Bucky's cheek. "Ahhh, the great Bucky O'Hare. We are alone at last. I must apologize for my men's harsh treatment of you. The one who hit you has been sharply reprimanded."

"Don't touch me," Bucky said, turning away from him. "What am I doing here?"

Smada slid his index fingertip just slightly inside Bucky's mouth, just to trace his index finger briefly over Bucky's tongue, making the hare's eyes widen and he reflexively pursed his lips around tightly it, making an "O." He spat it out as best as he could, and shuddered. Smada simply chuckled and said, "I've heard a lot about you, Captain. I've wanted to have you in my clutches for a long time, but I must confess that you're even more stunning to behold in person than in photographs."

Bucky blinked. Smada was coming on to him! Smada merely grazed his gloved fingertip still under Bucky's chin. It then traced lower, with excruciating and calculating slowness he glided it directly down the center of Bucky's chest, and down to that tummy he himself had wanted to touch for so long, his fingertips splay as wide as possible and he lays his palm flat directly over the curve of his slight paunch held back by the confines of his uniform and his large yellow belt.

He took a step back as suddenly Smada slowly slid a riding crop from seemingly nowhere, while his gloved fingertips tenderly kneaded Bucky's tummy. Bucky didn't mind the idea that Smada was attracted to his paunch. Although otherwise fit and athletic, the hare had a secret shame in that he had something of a sweet tooth. He loved carrot cake, and would eat so much that it always went to his stomach and hips. "What the hell are you doing?" he demanded.

Smada chuckled in a calculating manner. With incredible swiftness and deftness, he stepped behind Bucky, Bucky turning and trying to watch him, and brought the riding crop down against Bucky's rear, making him yelp in surprise and stumbled forwards a bit. It wasn't a painful swat, but it was a commanding one nonetheless. Smada clearly wanted to convey who was in charge here tonight. "Hey!" Bucky growled.

He jerked against the chains, thinking to himself that if he only wasn't restrained in this manner, he'd break this damn toad's neck. Then he felt something poking at his backside as Smada teasingly probed the tip of the crop at the base of his tail where it emerged from the hole in the back of his trousers. He then slid it along Bucky's thigh slowly, and, against his will, the hare began to find the sensation surprisingly pleasant. An erection was beginning to grow inside his jodhpurs as the crop stuck between his slightly spread legs and teased his thigh.

Smada smirked. His own pants already had a considerable swell in the groinal region, and he traced the crop exotically up and down Bucky's thigh, slowly teasing its way closer, closer to where the orbs would be underneath, even more gently prodding there.

"Stop it!" Bucky said, standing up straight, bringing his legs together to trap the crop between them. Amazingly, Smada whisked the crop quickly away. He lifted it to his face and inhaled of it deeply, even lapping a few times directly at the tip, making Bucky grimace when he finally turned to face him. Smada continued, making a point of showing the hare his quite long and flexible tongue. Bucky quickly wished he hadn't looked, at least on one level. He watched as that tongue licked the riding crop and swallowed nervously. Why was this turning him on? Why wasn't he trying harder to escape? These questions raced through Bucky's mind even as his cock throbbed strongly in his pants in reaction to watching Smada's tongue licking up and down the very phallic riding crop.

Smirking and chuckling softly to himself, Smada finally stopped. It was rare he got to be so domineering, at least in a sexual manner, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Stepping back in front of Bucky and moving against him, he used his gloved hand to again slide up and down Bucky's whole chest, teasingly to the tummy area. He didn't speak. He felt as if saying anything would ruin the moment.

Bucky swallowed another lump in his throat as the toad captain got so close to him, their faces literally mere inches apart now. The longer he actually looked at Smada, the more he began to realize that he was actually quite handsome. For a toad, anyway. And no one could deny that he looked quite dashing in his elaborate uniform. Smada could see with his more experienced eyes that Bucky seemed to be coming around, in more ways then one.

Bucky's jodhpurs were extremely tight on his body, the same as the rest of his uniform, to the point where one wondered whether he was wearing clothes one size too small. The end result of this was that whenever he got an erection, it was painfully obvious. The pants left little to the imagination, outlining his cock perfectly. It twitched underneath the fabric as Smada's fingers danced over it, tracing the full outline that made up the bulge, coaxing a small groan of pleasure from the green hare.

Smada gave it a few soothing and tender strokes with his deft fingertips, getting the heady rush of being with a particular partner for the first time, and it overwhelmed him. Bucky was just getting used to this part of the seduction when suddenly, Smada swept his arms around Bucky's waist, underneath his cape, and pulled him close. Music seemed to come from nowhere as he swayed Bucky's body in a sensual and tender dance, groin against groin, uniform against uniform. Bucky's efforts to determine the music's origins were forgotten as the dance continued, his furry green body in full uniform being hugged tightly and sensually to that of Smada.

Smada swayed his body even in the boots with exquisite elegance and grace, the romantically haunting and beautiful sounds of the music strained through the room. For quite some time after this, the only sound in the room apart from the music and their faint footsteps was the gentle rattling of Bucky's chains. The hare hissed softly through clenched teeth, eyelids lowering partially, as Smada ground his groin up against his own firmly, making his cock twitch again. It was a tossup as to what was seducing Bucky more, Smada's skilled dancing and overall romantically domineering attitude, or the haunting and gorgeous music that filled his ears as they danced.

He opened his mouth to say something, but then decided against it. What was there to say? He was enjoying the music and the dance, and Smada hadn't hurt him so he didn't want him to stop, really. Words were meaningless now and chatter would only ruin the so far perfect mood.

Deciding to take things to the next level now, Smada leaned down and forwards, giving Bucky a kiss on the cheek. Bucky leaned back at this, but did nothing to stop him, the toad's lips surprisingly warm and gentle against his fur, not at all slimy like he thought they'd be. Smada then took Bucky's mouth with his own, kissing him deeply. Bucky was hesitant to share the kiss with Smada, but at this point he had no choice, so he submitted to the enemy captain's desires, closing his eyes as their mouths met. Smada's tongue licked the outline of Bucky's lips, and directly over his buck teeth, then slid slowly all the way inside the hare's mouth.

The nimble tongue was slimy and felt disgusting to Bucky at first and made him squirm slowly in Smada's embrace, making muffled whimpering sounds as it slithered past his lips and fully into his mouth. Smada takes the writhing a whole different meaning altogether. He wriggled his hips in perfect unison with Bucky's, grinding and humping his hips a bit more sharply. But after a moment, Bucky got used to it and calmed down as Smada worked his hips, feeling arousal beginning to overpower his senses. Mere minutes ago he was filled with confusion and rage and disgust, but now, he was content, calm, and horny as hell, suddenly willing to do whatever his captor wished as they continued to sway to the music. Slowly, tentatively, still unsure of himself and how willing he was, he began to kiss back softly. Smada only probed his tongue as deep as Bucky was willing to allow, keeping Bucky in a gently firm vice-like grip, feeling as if it was only just the two of them in the whole known Aniverse.

Smada altered his grip, sliding his hands down to grope the firm gloves of Bucky's ass warmly and tightly. He began grinding his hips in an insistent, semi-circular motion, feeling his climax nearing. But then the rattling of Bucky's chains began to irritate him, and he found that he couldn't quite reach orgasm. Pulling his mouth away from Bucky's and releasing him, he stepped back, frowning deeply in thought as he eyed the chained hare. Bucky, for his part, looked immensely disappointed that Smada had decided to stop, but quickly realized that the rattling of the chains with each movement he made seemed to be killing Smada's mood. He wanted them off, although at the moment, escape was not on his mind.

Smada then removed a key from his pocket and held it up for Bucky to see. Then he did the last thing Bucky would've ever expected him to do. He handed it to him. Bucky accepted the key and held it with his gloved paw, looking from it to Smada questioningly. The toad captain was actually trusting him to unlock his own bindings without attempting to escape. Even if escape had been on his mind and senses unclouded by Smada's seduction, the green hare would've considered this a very honorable if foolhardy gesture, and, tonight at least, a gesture to be rewarded. Bucky used the key to unlock the chains, letting them clatter noisily to the floor. Now freed, he simply stood before Smada and made no move to flee.

Smada then literally swept Bucky off his feet, Bucky giving a small cry of surprise, cradling the hare in his surprisingly strong arms. He slid one arm behind Smada's head as the toad captain carried him into the secluded, adjacent bedroom. It was huge, with a crackling fireplace and a huge bed. He looked around in awe at all of the exotic fineries which decorated the room. Smada's personal quarters were seemingly a lovemaker's paradise.

Smada laid Bucky down on the bed. The sheets were made of satin and silk of the finest quality. Bucky slowly rose into a sitting position, leaning back on the palms of his hands, legs spread, erect maleness still visible in his tight jodhpurs as well as a small wet spot where the head of the cock was. He watched Smada intently as the toad removed his officer's cap, tossing it aside, then reached down to his trousers and fumbled for the zipper. Finding it, he slowly, carefully slid it down, fumbling with his own at the same time, Bucky tilting his head to one side a bit quizzically noting how perfectly Smada was timing it.

As the fly was parted, he took a deep breath and slowly his cock rose into view, seven inches of pink haremeat. Smada gasped at the sight, as his own cock popped free of his unzipped pants, seven inches as well, but not the same as Bucky's. Bucky had never before seen a male toad's penis. It was actually quite attractive, very sleek and thin, pleasing to Bucky's eyes, much to his surprise. He managed a lopsided grin, and then Smada grasped his shoulders, pushing him down onto the mattress on his back and lowering his head down between the hare's spread legs. He took Bucky's member in one hand and licked his lips at the sight of it. He slid Bucky's length against the fabric of his white lace cravat, and then glides it along the frills by his neck, groaning deeply, meshing Bucky firmly against his chest, the hare closing his eyes and moaning softly as his thick penis is slid along Smada's uniform, and he grunted as he is mashed against the toad's chest.

Smada gasped deeply, and kept Bucky trapped again for a few moments, wrapping his cape around both their bodies, sort of as a further shroud even though they were already confined and locked away, it seems to add extra warmth and intimacy as he used his grip to help Bucky grind. Then, he slid his gloved hands underneath Bucky's bottom to cup his ass gently, and, opening his mouth, moved it over his cock. Guiding his ass for additional motivation, he he easily swallowed Bucky's whole girth, tongue lathering the outside of it all the while, then suddenly began to bob his head frantically. Covered by the protection of Smada's magnificent cape the green hare slowly began to thrust his hips, moving his cock in and out of the toad's mouth. He began to pant, sad that Smada apparently wanted to draw tonight's activities to a close as quickly as possible, but very eager to cum.

And with Smada's dexterous, slimy tongue sliding over his aching member, it wouldn't be much longer. In fact, even now, Bucky could feel an orgasm building up within him, and his pants became quicker, higher-pitched, almost feminine, as he neared climax. Smada kept bobbing his head, and began an even more frantic and frenzied pace, pursing his lips even more firmly, lips feeling as tight and warm as a glove around him. Finally Bucky cried aloud in sudden pleasure as his orgasm peaked, and with several successive grunts and short thrusts of his hips, his cock twitched and began to shoot thick ropes of hare seed into Smada's mouth. Smada didn't even lose pace or even a drop, being as experienced as he was in this area he greedily swallowed each of Bucky's steamy hot shots. In the meantime, he himself had cum as well, albeit inside his pants, a large dark stain visible in the light grey material.

Hot and sweaty, the pair curled up together on the bedspread fully clothed as Smada's cape fell away from them, holding one another and kissing one another softly as they came down from their sexual highs. Bucky sighed deeply as they finally pulled apart and laid there side by side, staring up at the ceiling. Slowly, the two drifted off to sleep.

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The following morning, Bucky awoke to find Smada lying awake next to him, head propped in the palm of one hand, smirking at him. He sat up, stretching, groggy, and then did a double-take as he took in the fact that a uniformed toad officer was lying next to him, and with a sudden, startled cry, he fell off the bed and landed on the floor. Smada chuckled. Getting back up, Bucky finally remembered the events of the previous night, and blushed. Slowly, he climbed back into bed.

"Jumpy thing, aren't you?" said Smada, tracing a finger along Bucky's chest.

"I had momentarily forgotten about... last night," Bucky replied. Remembering what the Air Marshall had said the other day during the video communication about the planet Kinnear, Bucky decided that now was as good a time as any to pump Smada for information. Choosing his words carefully, he said, "So, uh, tell me something, Captain Smada. The other day, you told me I was being sent to the slave factory on Kinnear?"

"When I'm good and done with you," Smada chuckled and sat up as well, pulling Bucky close to him. He kissed the hare on the lips softly with a soft mmmm. "It won't be as bad as you think. If you cooperate with the Air Marshall and do exactly as he says, it's within the realm of possibility that he will spare your life."

"I know, I know," Bucky said, "but I'm curious, what's being done on Kinnear?"

Smada shrugged. "What makes you think I'd know? It's a top-secret project of some sort, and they wouldn't tell the officer in charge of occupied Warren anything about it, except to send any captured hares there. Sorry to disappoint you. Now then, I think perhaps today I ought to send you on your way to the Air Marshall, but I don't see why we can't have a little more fun before it's time for you go." And with that, he roughly groped Bucky's package, making the hare moan and instantly start to become hard again. What was it about this toad that pushed all of Bucky's buttons just the right way? Smada traced his fingertips over Bucky's thigh and then once more across the bulge of cock.

"Find something?" Bucky said quietly, smiling.

Smada reached his other hand up and rested it against Bucky's chest and left it there while the other continued fondling. Bucky, in the meantime, was beginning to realize that at least one thing about Smada that was turning him on was the toad's elaborate and stylish uniform. Smada opened his arms and reached over, pulling Bucky up to him by under his armpits, and just pulled him close. Bucky almost came right there as he found himself flush with that gorgeous and unique uniform, cock only getting harder in his jodhpurs. Smada reached down and quickly and dexterously fumbled with Bucky's zipper, pulling it open extra gently and carefully, and holding Bucky teasingly apart from him as he just let Bucky spring free of his own accord, hare cock falling out, hard as a rock and throbbing as Bucky moaned, eyes lidded, looking vaguely like he was about to fall sleep even though he'd never been more awake in his life.

Smada chuckled and quickly pulled him forward again. He meshed Bucky right directly against his own tummy, and directly against the crisp cravat, just holding Bucky close and firm. "Oh," Bucky said, and sniffed, inhaling the smell of Smada's uniform, nuzzling against it softly, even lovingly, as he knelt there between the toad captain's spread thighs. "Oh, Smada," Bucky whispered lustfully, and, tentatively, licked the uniform, glancing up at Smada briefly to see his reaction to this, sliding his gloved paws underneath Smada's thighs to grip his hips. Smada gripped Bucky's rear and squeezed it firmly and warmly, using it to his advantage and began grinding Bucky into and against him, he could sense Bucky was on the verge already even without him hardly having done anything, and he was immensely flattered by this fact.

Bucky then began to lick his way up Smada's chest, after slathering his tongue over the skull-and-crossbones belt buckle Smada wore, crawling into Smada's lap and nuzzling into his cravat, rock-hard member poking the now saliva-coated buckle. Smada gasped and groaned, and began grinding Bucky against himself even more firmly, loving the feeling of Bucky's girth grinding so hotly, so erotically into the immaculate crispness of his uniform, and the fact they were captains on opposite sides, but in each other's arms. Bucky began to make the soft churring noises hares make, and smiled as Smada's cape enclosed both of them once more, trapping them in total darkness and complete privacy. Now sitting in Smada's lap practically, throbbing cock poking into Smada's stomach just above his belt buckle, Bucky slid his arms around Smada.

The toad moaned deeply and writhed in bliss, his own cock hardening inside his pants, already spasming and pulsing, urging Bucky to thrust as forceful as he thinks he could, beginning to hump and grind back in return. Bucky obeyed Smada's urges and began to start humping, sliding his cock into the front of that beautiful uniform while he gave other parts of it some attention, licking and kissing Smada's golden shoulder brackets, moaning with desire as he worshipped the toad captain's uniform. Smada made jerky, erratic motions with his hips, and he suddenly froze and stayed meshed with Bucky as he climax, the grey pants becoming more than a little soaked as his body quivered in bliss with each burst, which seemed to be at least a dozen, possibly more.

Bucky hit his own climax shortly thereafter, his dick spasming and spraying ropes of seed over the belt and the lower half of Smada's jacket, and in the middle of his orgasmic bliss Bucky brought his face up to Smada's, and kissed him deeply on the lips. Smada engulfed Bucky with the kiss, holding him tightly to him, as Bucky continued thrusting his hips as he came, continuing to kiss Smada lovingly on the lips, his own uniform getting lots of his cum on it from mashing his paunch against Smada's stomach. Smada probed his tongue deeply into Bucky's lips though now began to feel even more tired then before but of course not cranky at all.

Bucky mmmed at the intrusion but didn't try to pull away, growing to like Smada's long tongue very much. As the kiss continued Bucky lost himself in it more and more, he wondered idly whether he was actually falling in love with the toad captain, and as he slowly pulled back from the kiss, he mmmed and looks deeply into Smada's eyes.

Smada grazed his gloved fingertips up and down along Bucky's sides slowly, then he pulled Bucky with him and stretched out for sleep again. "You're a great lay," he whispered softly before they both drifted off into dreamland.

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Later, Bucky's brief affair with Smada came to an end. Komplex contacted Smada personally to inquire as to why he had not been informed of Bucky O'Hare's capture, and told him that even though the Air Marshall had already ordered Bucky sent to him on Kinnear, Komplex wanted the renegade hare sent to him on the Toad Homeworld instead. Soon, Bucky found himself in chains once again, sitting between two armed Storm Toads on a transport en route to the home planet of the toads to face Komplex.

Suddenly, one of the two pilots sitting up front said, "Looks like we're bein' pursued by a mammal ship!"

"Yeah," agreed the other, pointing to a small viewscreen, "it's the Righteous Indignation!"

Bucky sighed deeply with relief. His shipmates were coming to rescue him. They would catch the small, unarmed transport, and he would soon be back aboard his own ship, safe and sound, but nonetheless soiled. His time with Captain Smada had been, admittedly, enjoyable, but in hindsight he felt ashamed that he had allowed himself to be seduced and used like that by a toad, a toad who had, for one night at least, managed to turn him into his completely willing love slave.

Needless to say, his experience aboard that toad warship was not something he intended on sharing with his crew after they'd gotten done rescuing him.