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Chapter 7

The corridor to the dining room was bustling with activity.

The crowd was quite dense, but finding a way to the large entrance door was not hopeless.

"Miss Queen," suddenly called a familiar voice.

The fox-wolf turned her head searchingly, trying to locate the location of the call.

"Miss Queen," the voice called repeatedly, and Camilla moved more purposefully in its direction.

She deftly circled the surrounding people, who curiously followed her and the Tauren robot with their glances, partly making room, partly whispering.

Special glances were directed at the robot and a few made room for it not to let it pass, but rather because they did not trust it.

It was too strange, shiny metallic, quietly humming in the servo motors and yet moving like a living being. Not as ticked off as one was used to from ordinary machines. It was lithe and flowing, not skirting obstacles clumsily and angularly, bending like a leaf in the wind, even seeming attractive in some ways as a result.

"Miss Queen! Here I am!" the voice called again, and now right near her.

When Camilla reached the owner of this she found confirmation, it was the technician whom she had already met at the starting rooms.

But she not only met the cheetah, but next to him was already her butler Frank Simson and stepbrother Stephen Fang.

"Am I going to be late?", Camilla started the small talk.

"As usual," Stephen teased.

"Not at all, Miss Queen," Frank countered. "Your stepbrother is exaggerating abominably once again."

An older tigress standing next to them caught the incipient conversation and brazenly butted in. "You know what's vile? That thing there," she squealed hysterically, pointing bluntly at Anubis.

The fox-wolf was silent at first ...

... then she seemed to think something over ...

... then the thunderstorm burst upon the old feline, so suddenly that she did not even know what happened to her ...

"That's not a thing. That's a Big Dog Supreme Plus. The plus on him is a plus what he has, but they don't. You never had that plus and they never will. That plus is called decency, respect, character and tolerance. You, on the other hand, are the epitome of abomination and I hope that someday you will realize what it means to be mechanical but still have a heart for love, emotion, affection and friendship. Maybe you will find something like that in their lives, though I have little hope at the moment.

The tigress swallowed ...

... then she opened her eyes ...

... then she turned and left the scene.

"That's it," Camilla called after her. "You can't even take criticism, and I guess they can't be ashamed of their lousy behavior."

"Sis! Get a grip," Stephen admonished.

"Unfortunately, your stepbrother is right, although I don't like it at all when he's right and you know it, Miss Queen," Frank Simson added.

"You guys are right, but this had to come out. Anubis is so adorable and devoted to me."

Frank squinted his eyes a bit and looked questioningly at the Tauren robot, while Camilla's wolf brother tilted his head, turning his ears to the side.

"Sis, could it be that you have a crush on your Anubis?"

"Are you crazy?" escaped the fox-wolf so energetically that she could only betray herself.

"I was afraid so," sighed Stephen.

"Let's go inside," Camilla deflected, pointing to the interior of the dining room.

"Do you know where we need to go?" the wolf male asked.

"Frank?" she turned to her butler.

He merely shrugged his shoulders.

"Miss Queen, Mister Simson, Mister Fang and Anubis," she addressed a slightly pale lady.

"We are," Camilla blurted out, slightly irritated. "And who are they? Now don't come with any riddles. You may have just experienced that tiger bitch, and so I'm a little upset."

"Miss Queen, don't be concerned. I don't judge anyone and I have no prejudice against you and your robot. Besides, I want to congratulate you. You look uniquely adorable."

"At least something good already, after all, I don't wear this dress that often. It's too ostentatious for me, even if the dark gray does accentuate my red fur. Anyway, regardless, I still don't know who you are."

"My name is simply Isodora."

"You look a little pale," escaped Stephen.

Isodora looked at him in mild amazement and raised an eyebrow. "You are heartily impertinent, my dear."

"I apologize for my stepbrother. He doesn't usually get a sound out," Camilla tried to reassure the woman.

"But not at all, my dear. I like him. He's handsome, strong, young, and has his tongue in the right place."

"You can bet on the latter," blurted out Stephen carelessly.

"Fascinating! We'll see," orated the human woman, smiling slightly. "Follow me. I know where we have to go. You can't miss the captain's table. - By the way, Miss Queen. Your robot has a magical glow in his eye, it almost seems like he's in love. Take good care of him, don't let him suddenly elope."

Isodora entered the hall, while Fox-Wolf, Wolf-Dog, Doberman-Butler and Anubis-Taur looked at each other questioningly in turn, and then looked after the woman.

"What did she mean by that?", Stephen found his speech again.

"Never mind what she is and who she is. We should be careful. Especially you. As anemic as she seems, she'll suck you dry," Camilla growled.

"That'll be a change," Stephen announced silly.

"Mister Fang, if you please. This is outrageous and repulsive," Frank Simson interjected.

"Miss Queen!", Anubis raised his voice. "We should follow the lady."

"You're right. Oh yes, look at me."

"Why?" the robot asked.

"Don't ask. Just do it."

"As you wish."

The robot raised its head and stared into Camilla's eyes.

This contact lasted for several seconds. Around Anubis and the fox-wolf, the world around suddenly seemed to cease to exist. Silence enveloped her inside. Only their two spirits met, mirrored in each other's eyes.

In his and her eyes both danced with each other, they embraced, they held each other, they kissed each other hotly, lustfully, greedily, he carried her on his strong arms to her bed, put her down, climbed over her and ...

Camilla quickly closed her eyes, found herself back in the present, but could not withdraw from this Inner Union with the robot.

"Are you coming with me, or do you want him to rip your clothes off right here?" asked Stephen.

"What?" asked Camilla back in irritation.

"I asked if you guys were coming now. You've just been very intense with each other."

"Sorry. Of course we're coming. - Anubis?"

"I'm at your side," the robot confirmed.

"Could it be that this load carrier makes me redundant?" whined Frank.

"No. Certainly not, I can reassure them."

"Very well, Miss Queen, and now let's go to the table together."

As was to be expected, the eyes once again rested on Camilla and especially on Anubis.

"Miss Queen," the Captain intoned in greeting and rose. "May I remark that you look enchanting. The color combination is just gorgeous."

"Thank you, Captain," Camilla added, "you missed the mark and should have been an entertainer. You are definitely very good with words to inspire."

"And you are, as always, very direct in their choice of words. That's what people appreciate about them. My name is Eric Degreen, by the way," the captain countered. He was a handsome stallion who would have been called a Friesian in the earlier days. His visible coat was glossy black and his mane hung lushly over his shoulders.

"My name is Stephen, by the way, Stephen Fang, and that next to me is our butler, Frank Simson," the wolf interjected sullenly.

"Oh, but of course. Excuse my rudeness. Why don't you sit down and let's chat now and between each menu course."

"You're very welcome, Mister Degreen. - Stephen, sit. Frank, sit and Anubis, to my chocolate side."

"This is too delicious," fluted Isodora, who was seated at the table with them. "You've got your boys very well in hand."

"That comes with my job. Once you let your guard down, you've lost."

"I agree," the captain agreed.

"But tell me how you got your cargo robot and why it has this exotic name? Who names a robot Anubis?"

"He gave himself that name. It was delivered on our order and there it is. That's all I can say about him. Only that he is very unique," Camilla explained briefly.

"And how he is," murmured Isodora, looking at Anubis and smiling indefinably ambiguously.

"Miss Queen!" the captain called attention to himself. "What do you think of my ship?"

"It's a ship," came the prompt reply. "Well, it's a very nice, clean and neat ship. Captain, I know a lot about archaeology, but not about starships."

"May I invite them? I'd love to show them around on a tour," the stallion started, suddenly clearing his throat.

"Captain Degreen. Very gladly I accept the offer, but it's enough if you show me the ship."

"That's all I meant."

"As a stud, you certainly have a lot to show," Stephen teased.

"Not that I know of," the captain tried to rectify the situation.

"Stephen. Let it go. I know how he meant it. You don't have to protect me all the time."

"Miss Queen!" the Anubis Tauren robot started. "I'd like to go to our suite. I don't think I'm needed here anymore."

"You stay here nicely. Be even nicer to leave me alone with the clenched manhood at the table."

Isodora eyed Anubis piercingly.

'So there. You share a suite with the fox-wolf. There's apparently more going on with you already than I thought,' it went through the human woman's mind.

"Miss Queen! What are you up to on Sirius A?" the captain probed.

"I'll see what turns up. Maybe we'll take a side trip to Sirius B."

"That might be a bit heavy for your load carrier," Isodora interjected.

"You let me worry about that," Camilla growled.

"I was just going to remark on it."

"You're noticing a little too much in my eyes, and stay away from my stepbrother."

"What do you want me to do?"

"After all, I see their eyes constantly resting on Anubis and eventually moving back to my stepbrother. Their horniness literally shoots him out of sight."

"I beg your pardon. What do you allow themselves. Who do you actually think I am?"

"You're a human woman who would love to fuck a wolf," Camilla spoke up.

Stephen closed his eyes, Butler Frank slumped, Captain Degreen began to cough violently, the other people nearby fell silent and stared dumbly at the fox-wolf.

"Miss Queen! I would recommend that we go to our suite now and without delay," urged the Anubis Taur. "I sense very uncomfortable emotions from you right now, Miss Isodora, and I'm afraid the others present aren't exactly thrilled either.

"As far as I'm concerned," the fox-wolf hissed, stood up, threw the napkin on the table and stomped out of the hall accompanied by her robot.

"Now that was a very typical performance by my stepsister," Stephen stated, taking a large gulp of white wine. "What's for dinner first?" he added questioningly.

Only a few seconds later Isodora started laughing loudly, slapping the table with her left hand. "Delicious, just delicious."

"I don't know," Stephen muttered.

"Yes, yes, my best. That was just divine," Isodora laughed freely.

"I'm doing something wrong," Degreen sighed.

"Do you really want to fuck me?" blurted out Stephen.

"Why not?"

"You do know what you're getting into?"

"My sweet. I'm old, damn old, even if I don't look it, and I've seen and felt a lot. Do you think your wolf cock might scare me?"

"Who knows," Stephen whispered conspiratorially.

"I like to take my chances," Isodora countered, winking.

"If you don't mind my asking," Frank Simson indignantly said.

"You're a fake Doberman. You don't have to ask," the woman rebuked him.

"Miss Isodora!" the captain intervened.

"Mister Degreen, if you please. You showed me everything on the tour, and when I say everything, I really did see everything."

The stallion started coughing again, Frank Simson sat down neatly in his chair again. In return, Stephen Fang slumped over, realizing he was not getting out of this one.

"I'll go to my cabin now and wish you gentlemen a good evening," Isodora fluted. "I know where to find you, my sweet, succulent wolf dog."

She rose, turned away from the table, and seemed to float out of the room.

"What a fucked up night," the captain muttered. "Is there anything else that can be fucked up?"

"You could blow the ship off course and make us all disappear into eternal darkness," butler Frank Simson noted cynically.

"That wasn't what I wanted to hear, but it was at least mildly funny. I also commend myself and will go to the bridge."

Camilla and her Anubis-Taur robot had arrived at her suite and the Fox-Wolf went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

The Anubis Taur, meanwhile, stood in the room, walked toward the bed and sat on it.

A few minutes later Camilla appeared, had completely undressed and stood in front of Anubis.

She put her hands on her hips. "Tell me this. What went wrong back there? Was it me, or was the situation just such that it had to happen?"

"Camilla," the Tauren robot began, "I can't tell you, but something else is bothering me."

"What?"

"When we looked deep into each other's eyes before we entered the hall and the whole drama took its course, I sensed something and I also saw mirages."

"What did you see?"

"I saw you, us."

"Anubis? Tell me the truth! Are you really Anubis?"

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

Camilla took a deep breath. "I've seen you. We danced, we made love, and you are Anubis. You are the ancient Egyptian jackal god."

"You may have seen something you wish you had."

"I don't think so, because it came out of you and you saw something too."

"You're going to get me in trouble."

"Why? What's the game?"

"It brings great dangers if I explain everything to you now."

The fox-wolf positioned herself directly in front of him, took his head between her hands and pressed her lips to his mechanical mouth.

She closed her eyes and began to caress the Tauren robot's upper body.

Anubis did not ask twice, embraced Camilla as well and stroked her shoulders and back tenderly.

They loosened the kiss, looked into each other's eyes.

"I am what you want, what you desire and I am me, maybe I am even more than you think," Anubis orated.

"Then you are. You are my Egyptian jackal."

"So be it."

"I want you inside me, I want to feel you," Camilla breathed.

"Very much so, my beloved."

He took her in his arms, lifted her onto the bed, regarded the fox-wolf at length, crawled up to her, bent over her and smelled her neck with his sensors, rubbed his artificial nose over her throat.

He perceived her scent, seemed to breathe.

"You breathe?" asked Camilla into the silence.

"The air exchange is part of my cooling system, but at the same time there are odor sensors there."

"Just keep going."

He literally sniffed over her throat, taking in her pheromones, analyzing them, and a kind of excitement seemed to take over his AI.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked softly.

"It's happening what we both want, what we desire," came her whispered reply.

"I feel something inside me."

"Don't worry about it and let it happen."

His nose moved slowly down, landing between her breasts, then slid over her nipples, which grew firmer from the touch.

Camilla closed her eyes, stroked the top of his head, moaned softly, and pushed down determinedly. She wanted him between her thighs.

He felt her pressure and complied, sliding his nose over her pubic, pressing it between them, eliciting a strangled, delighted cry from Camilla.

"Are you all right?"

"Shut up and get on with it. Don't ask so much. I'm getting horny and wet right now," the fox-wolf replied, pressed and slightly angry.

The Anubis Taur gently spread Camilla's thighs with his arms, grasped her labia with two fingers, opened them and tenderly rubbed her clit with one finger.

Camilla tensed her muscles, lifted her pelvis, clenched her teeth, clawed at the bed sheets.

The sudden touch of her firm, swollen clit had made her lust explode, shooting a thin stream of her pleasure juice from her vulva in a high arc, splashing directly on Anubis' nose, Camilla had her first orgasm after a few seconds under his fingers.

Breathing heavily, the fox-wolf lay on the bed in front of Anubis, opened her eyes again and looked at the Tauren robot in love.

"You are Anubis. You were before and you will be again. I will help you be you again," she breathed.

The robot said nothing in reply, instead standing forward bent over Camilla, not moving.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, concerned.

Instead of giving an answer, he rose, towering over Camilla with his whole body and thrusting his pelvis forward.

"So you did," she gasped, looking between his hind legs, reaching out her hand and slowly stroking the warm, blood-red, hard male cock, its knot already swollen huge with arousal.

"Now come. I want him inside me. Give me your cock," she breathed.

He quickly crawled over her, deftly guiding his cock to its destination, and thrust his pleasure spear deep inside her.

From a fox-wolf's throat and a robot's, a scream was heard simultaneously, the scream of pleasure, greed, horniness and pure lust.

"Fuck me, Anubis. Take your playmate and squirt your fucking red-hot milk inside me."

The breathed quickly, procured sufficient cooling, thrust his pelvis evenly into Camilla's womanhood, pressing the knot harder and harder against her labia, stretching them more and more.

Camilla clasped him, held on to him, growled, moaned, panted, was on the verge of her next climax.

"Come already!" she cried.

At that moment, the Tauren robot thrust itself as hard as it could into Camilla's abdomen, pressing its knot hard between her labia and finally landing with it in her vagina.

Camilla roared out, in pain and pleasure, rearing back as the Anubis Taur, firmly anchored in his Fox-Wolf, actually began to ejaculate, squirting his milk into Camilla.

Even as they both bathed in their lust, enjoying their climax and that of their partner, the door to the suite was opened.

Suddenly caught in the middle of the lust, Isodora stood in the room, thrusting her fists on her hips, the two were caught in flagrante delicto.

"Are you out of your minds?" she screamed.