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The docking hatch exploded in light, four brilliant points of molten steel jetting inwards and spiralling rapidly, spinning like a performer twirling a fire stick. The beams of superheated metal were like mass ejections from a star, as the sophisticated cutting tool simply burned and sliced a circular hole into the pressure hatch like it was no more solid than warm butter, leaving drippings of molten steel against the deck plates.

The high-powered cutting lasers shut down a second later, and silence reigned once more, if only for a second. Disconnected from the rest of its supporting structure, the ton-heavy slab of metal and levers slowly toppled inwards like a terrestrial pine going over. Pressure hissed as what atmosphere remained in the compartment vented out.

The ship had been boarded.

A slender figure burst through the open hole, wearing a modern, sleek, form-fitting void suit and helmet, submachine gun fire spewing from her weapon as she gracefully flew through the hatch, mag boots affixing her to the vertical surface of one of the freighter's cargo containers. She immediately took cover and started harassing the crew who thought to impede them.

All of it was silent now as her partner joined her, another, much more bulky suited figure of black void suit and helmet, much more prominent and more imposing glided in after her, his own course taking him straight to a green panel on the wall. Sparks burst around him as the remaining security and crew returned fire.

"Alaias..." He growled from a broad, canine muzzle, feeling the percussive thuds as caseless rounds vibrated through the hull beside him. He ducked lower as the device embedded on his hip warned him of a proximity alert. He spun and blasted the blue-space-suited figure twice from his sideman. The guard folded in half and drifted backwards in the compartment, atmosphere and vitae leaking from the holes in his suit and helmet.

"I'm working on it-" an annoyed, feminine voice snapped back over his helmet's micro-com. The dingo's wild-dog partner in crime growled over the radio, before popping out of cover for what seemed like barely a second.

Two flashes later from her position and the vibrations of being shot at stopped.

"Clear!" She shouted, slinging the snub-nosed submachine gun against her side.

"Lock the hold and DON'T engage the gravity until I'm back on the deck." Alaias warned as she kicked off from her spot on the side of the container she'd taken cover behind.

To his credit, he waited until her suit had almost touched the deck before he engaged the gravity field. The ship's systems were old, but at least they were workable. From the engineering panel in front of him, it didn't take long to find the emergency hull patch system. A thick, vicious rubber-like substance filled what holes their ship's 50mm rotary cannon had punched in the hull, spreading like a slow creeping vine from ports near where the sensors detected breaches.

Really, the cannon had been like throwing a thousand soda cans a minute furiously at someone at an appreciable fraction of light speed. Things that got in the way tended to end up looking like Swiss cheese. And that was before they had even managed to explode both of the freighter's outboard engines. At least it had kept their shots away from the more precious cargo. Tachyon had made sure of that. The dingo in the space suit was a hell of a shot with mass drivers, and a hell of a reputation to keep up with it.

Issac 'Tachyon' Wells, a notorious space pirate, smuggler, and provisioner of goods belonging to others. Master of his philosophy of Strategically Transferring Equipment to Another Location, or STEALing. He was wanted across over a dozen sectors, but it was also that notoriety that kept him in business. He could get what people wanted, and when they wanted.

There was a popping wheeze as one of the seals blew and repatched itself with another burst of sealant. The contained atmosphere was trying to reassert itself in a fight against the infinite void as the system tested the pressure tolerances of the quick-seals.

"C'mon... come on..." He growled, tapping the screen as red blinking indicators across the ship turned yellow and then green as the ship plugged the many, many leaks he'd made. The sealant tank levels continued to dwindle rapidly.

The whining grew to a whistle filling the cargo space before there was a loud pop as the last indicator turned green. He reached up, quickly unsealing and peeling his helmet back, breathing in the closest thing to fresh air one was likely to find around here. It tasted stale and recycled, but it was breathable.

The dull whine of a security alarm made itself known, strobing red streaks of light upon the ceiling. The artificial gravity felt too light, like it wasn't working correctly, and Alaias taking a leaping bound over to him that seemed just a bit too long for 1g settled it. It was annoying, but not problematic.

"So, they got what we came for?" Her grinning, wild-dog face came level to his chin at the tops of her ears as she poked her head into his field of vision, almost blocking the antiquated cargo system he was busy sorting through. Her pressure suit was far newer and form-fitting than his own, and even allowed her to wag her separately enclosed tail and thump it against his leg, not that he felt the impacts. The constant "Whump whump whump" of her hitting his suit's padded thigh was enough to give it away.

"Almost. Bay three. Nova Industries, the contents are just listed as 'Classified.' Pretty certain that's our mark." He nodded and tensed up suddenly as a paw tightly gripped the crotch of his suit and jerked it once, hard enough to feel through the thick, padded synthmesh. Alaias cackled as she spun away with a pleased growl.

"Oooh I fucking love it when you tell me good news. Such a damn sexy dog you are." Her echoing laughter disappeared around the corner of a nearby container.

"Focus on THIS prize for the moment, please." He half reminded, half begged to the universe to please just let her stay on track long enough for them to get this job done...

Rolling his eyes, he followed after her, at least for a moment, clipping his sidearm back onto its magnetic holster. His tail felt sore being pushed up along his spine. This space suit was never meant for comfort, but when he was boarding ships, the extra Kevlar and thermal repulsing layers were better than eating a bullet or a high-powered beam from a plucky crew member who wanted to audition to be the main character in the story.

The cargo ship itself had barely been a challenge. It was never built for a fight, fat and heavy and utterly without defensive weapons. Flown unescorted, even in Sky-sec monitored space, it had almost been unsportingly easy to disable between jump lanes. He ducked back through the blown hatch they entered through and quickly stripped from the heavy space suit, the bulky, pressurized gear no longer needed, leaving him in just a one-piece sky-blue thermal underlayer.

It left his forearms and thighs down exposed, but now that they had atmosphere, the chill of the typically airless compartment wasn't unbearable. The thermals would serve, and it left his tail free to wag with his excitement about the whole heist. He made his way through the rows upon rows of cargo to find Alaias kneeling before a large, bright yellow-painted cargo container. The Nova Industries' distinctive streaking meteor logo was emblazoned along the thirty-foot side.

"You good there?" Tachyon chuckled, watching her struggle as she tried to override the thick deadbolt controls on the crate. She was almost violently tapping away at her digital pad hooked up to the locks.

"I would be if they hadn't updated the cyphers, Issac! You're the one who is good with locks, you do it!" She snapped frustrated, but his back was already against her kneeling form, and as soon as his breath hit her ears, she whined, any fight leaving her.

His paws reached down, unclipping the rump of her spacesuit and sliding it back over her tail onto the floor.

"No, you're doing fine... You've got... 14 minutes before Sky-Sec cruisers get here if they were dispatched immediately upon getting the distress call, just be patient." He rumbled as his golden-furred body settled across her own, his thick paws wrapping her waist as he shuffled behind her.

She whined, and flicked her hair from her splotchy furred brown, tan and orange face, huffing. She was a wild dog alright, but that wasn't all that was wild about her. Her attitude, her hair, her actions. She was like her feral ancestors on distant Terra, always hunting for the next big thing. That was how he'd found her after all, staking out a score he'd already been paid for.

Somehow, from the wrong ends of weapon barrels, they'd found a commonality and other ways to... settle their differences more diplomatically. He'd gotten her a cut of the job. She'd gotten him in bed.

With his weight over her back, she groaned oh so sweetly, feeling his paws slowly working on the straps and zippers and latches of her body-conforming space suit, until she felt his fingers upon her bare fur again.

"Focus girl. The lock isn't going to open itself. You've got 13 minutes now-" The dingo's voice rumbled as his paws caressed the silky fur of her belly, tracing along the outline of each splotch of colour he had committed to memory.

"Ha... You think you can get anything in 13 minutes?" She teased him, keeping her emerald green eyes on the pad.

"Oh, I'm going to fucking try, and you..." He growled and pinched her nipples between his fingers tightly, giving them a sharp twist that stole the breath from her lungs in a sharp gasp. Her fingers faltered a moment on the handheld console she'd plugged into the crate's locking mechanism, almost dropping it onto the deck.

"Focus. Else I'll leave you hanging while I get off elsewhere..." His threat wasn't idle either. This was where she did her best work, when he had her in total submission mode, just being a good girl and doing exactly what he wanted from her.

"You wouldn't... And you'd better have some protection on. Please?" She whispered sweetly, almost pleadingly. He leaned down so his muzzle appeared in her peripheral vision, his whiskers tickling her cheeks as he shook his head slowly.

"Ah-ah-ah. The lock. I've got all the protection we need on my hip. Be a good girl and open it for me first. Then... If I'm not done, you can swallow your reward." His voice was a low growl, full of dangerous intent and the promise of wonderful reward all at once, rich and smooth like the finest of aged whiskey.

Alaias huffed, almost pouting. She turned and snapped her teeth playfully at his face, only to be quickly rewarded for her efforts by his thick index finger cramming into her muzzle and hooking her by the cheek, shaking her head like a disobedient puppy. His hips ground against her, and she could hear him chuckling under his breath.

"Mrhmmph! Phot phile I'm ferrking-Haaa~" The moan passed her forcibly spread lips unbidden as he undid the lower half of her flight suit with his free paw, expertly grinding his thick, twitching shaft up against her now vulnerable and exposed pussy lips. Precum smeared across her short-trimmed fur, leaving messy streaks across her nethers.

She knew it was a very dangerous game they were playing just as well as he did. Sky-sec didn't fuck around once they showed up, and they still had to get into the crate and retrieve the goods!

At the same time, that was perhaps what made their relationship so passionate and fiery. It was the thrill of being chased, always working on strict time limits, and Tachyon just loved to push those limits as far as he could. She gave him an inch one time, and he'd taken a light year in the best way possible.

Even now, she bit her lip and moaned, propping her rear up a little more and sinking down onto her shoulders, face buried in the little screen that she was working on, trying to force her way past the container's security through a combination of brute-force and finesse. He left his finger hooked in her mouth, and obediently, she closed her lips around the furry digit, licking and sucking on it as his fat, spade-like tip ground along her sopping sex lips.

"Good girl... Get to it. Tic tic tic pup." He growled, rolling his hips back.

His fist thrust knocked the wind from her lungs in a ragged gasp, splitting her body around his length like he had struck her with a spear. He felt like he'd simply gone and shoved his entire forearm into her, and her body at once clenched around the canine's rigid maleness like a clamp, attempting to stop his forward advance. She hadn't been prepared for that, bunching her eyes closed and huffing loudly through her nose as she let out a plaintive whisper around his hooking finger, claw digging into the inside of her cheek.

"Ahhh, there's my good girl... Fuck I love how much you take on the first thrust. Almost to the knot that time! You have been practicing like I told you?" He asked her, but his mannerisms and roughness made it a demand to know. He wanted to hear her say it, to hear the terrible and naughty things she did when he wasn't with her, just because he had told her to do those things to herself.

Almost shamefully, she nodded in an affirmative, moaning as he drew himself back with an agonizing slowness that strummed her nerves and the pleasure center of her brain like a bow being drawn across a violin's strings. She'd even gone out and brought that largest canine synth-flesh dildo she could find on the extranet markets just to practice for him. He'd almost been too large to fit at all their first time together.

Stars burst behind her eyes on the second thrust, leisurely and smooth, like he was content to just take his time even as they raced against the clock before backup arrived. She stumbled over her scattered thoughts and tried to focus her gaze on the strange symbols and patterns on the digital display, huffing as he sunk deeper into her wet and ready canine snatch.

Wetness soaked around his vividly red length, soaking them both as he set into a slow rhythm of fucking her into the deck while she tried to work. He'd taught her how to manipulate these locks, overwhelming the code and then backdooring in while the security protocols reset themselves.

Her fingers tapped away diligently while his hips plapped away against her cushiony behind like a metronome that counted down the seconds. She was lithe where it counted, but her hips were broad, built for a male to grab onto and breed. His free paw cupped one of her breasts, engulfing her entire tit with his palm before squeezing and kneeling it between his fingertips. She closed her eyes and whimpered when the pleasure became too much, at least until two of his digits pinched and twisted her nipple again.

"Focus pup. You want to be a good girl and open this lock, don't you?" The question was entirely rhetorical. Of course she did! She was a good girl! When she wanted to be at least...

Her fingers tapped some more, and within a mere moment, one of the heavy locks popped open with a hiss of hydraulics. She beamed in pride at her handiwork.

"Good girl... Now the rest." Tach's finger slowly withdrew from her muzzle, gracing her lips before both of his paws gripped her around the waist, almost able to connect above her belly button as he made sure his hold was nice and firm.

Then he fucked her into the deck like a proper dog mounting a bitch.

The wild-dogs eyes flew open as he snarled over her, bucking his hips in a tempo that would have put an electric stacked magazine machinegun to shame, furious and violent with a wet, messy smack accompanying each thrust as he pounded away at her tight little box.

His fat knot battered against his lips while his pointed cockhead pounded her cervix relentlessly, forcing the combined mess of excitement and sexual fluids back onto the metal floor and her bunched-up spacesuit between her knees. She barked and whined like a bitch in heat, lewdly panting like a well fucked whore as he bred her.

"Who's a good girl, hmm? You my good bitch?"

"Ahh! Yes! Me! Fuck me, pleasepleaseplease!" She yelped her excitement and bliss to the empty hold, her body trembling from the utterly overwhelming pleasure that crashed over her body. She was so close! Right there on the edge! Just another few thrusts and-

Nothing.

She snapped her head around, snarling over her shoulder as he stopped dead in his motions, his fingers digging into her waist hard enough to leave marks as she whined and snapped her teeth at him, trying desperately just to get a little more motion, but he held her with the surety of a shipyards magnetic clamps, not even letting her move a millimetre until he let her.

He nodded to the container and the three locks that were still shut.

"Tic toc pup. You've got 8 minutes." He teased her without a hint of mercy or remorse for the ruined orgasm he'd denied her, his cock throbbing and spraying her cervix down with a healthy dose of canine precum.

Snarling and cursing, she turned back to the lock, and as if by sheer force of pure fucking rage, tapped in the commands she needed before slamming her finger against the execute button. The next lock sprung open with a hiss as it was released, unlike her hips.

"You work better when you're mad you know. That, or when there's a promise of reward... Get the third one, and I'll start moving again. I'll make you cum if you can get the last one in the next..." He paused, checking his watch.

"6 minutes."

Ohohoh, She was going to fucking get that lock. Even the pulse of his heart that she could feel through his cock impaling her body was a wonderful torture, sending just the slightest jumps of pleasure like sparks from a wire right to the dopamine centres of her brain.

She started working on the next lock double time, wriggling her upper torso in his grip. She could tell it was taking a lot of self-control on his part as well not to just fuck her into a stupor then and there, but they had a job to do, and only so long to do it! Every subtle twitch and motion from either of them had both of them huffing and sweating as she ran through the next locks systems line by line, overwhelming security systems and checks and failsafes with a titan-hauler worth of garbage information and requests until the entire security system collapsed like a dam under strain.

Or a bitch right on the edge of an orgasm... She growled and slipped in as the system rebooted, changing a 0 to a 1, and with that, the default state of the lock. The system came back up a moment later, and the lock came free with a heavy clunk, hissing as it opened.

Of course though, Tach had been lying. He didn't start moving. He started moving her!

"There's my good bitch. Last one and you'll be cumming your brains out Alaias." He grunted, the Dingo using his strength to just move her entire body like she was some living fucktoy for his pleasure! She didn't mind that idea at all, the very realization making her insides flutter and tremble around him with barely hidden desire and want, her primitive pup brain just wanting to please the scruffy golden mutt splitting her cunt.

"Araf! Ha! Fuck yes- Please!" She begged with uncaged desire. She was a good slut! She was his good girl! As long as he just kept fucking her like that, she'd be whatever he needed her to be! Her thoughts melted into a puddle like their lust pooling between her knees and down her thighs, the wet slapping of his knot trying to spread her sex lips apart echoing through the hold.

"Want me to fuck you?" He rumbled.

"Mrhmmm! Yes!"

"Want me to make you cum?" He growled.

"Yes!"

"Want me to breed that trashy little tight cunt of yours?" He all but snarled, leaning down along her back as he slammed his cock into her until his knot was pushing her forward across the deck.

Her brain must have misfired for an instant at the word, because suddenly she was seeing stars and fireworks behind her tightly clenched eyes, and someone was squealing and cumming their brains out without even an ounce of restraint.

"YES!"

She panted and whined, her claws leaving marks in the deck as she scratched it up, while Tach's claws raked her belly and the visible bulge his throbbing canine shaft left in it, his growling and snarling audible even above her blissed-out explosion of lust.

She'd never cum so hard in all her life! Was it really just from one little word? Was she really such a needy little slut that all it took to get off was the mere threat and thrill of being bred? All these and other thoughts flew through her mind without so much as an iota of notice, her tongue lolling from her muzzle dumbly as her thumb thumped at the small console in front of her nose.

The final lock popped open with a pneumatic hiss, the internal lock cycling as the doors swung inwards on automatic hinges.

Above her, Tachyon just smirked, his balls clenching and he fired the last dregs of his climax off into the waiting bitch's belly. He drew himself out of her with a sloppy slurp, dragging a mess of cum and arousal over her upturned asscheeks and tail base. He jerked out an extra ribbon to paint her splotchy pelt with his mark for good measure, before tucking his maleness back into the safety of his underlayers.

Standing up on wobbly legs, the dingo leaned down to pet her head on his way past, chuckling proudly.

"Good girl... And we still have three minutes left even."

She was way too far gone to notice, laying crossed-eyed in a puddle of fuck on the floor, her tail wagging as absently as the look in her blissed-out eyes.

He stepped into the lit-up container. It was oddly empty, save for a pedestal in the centre, with a trio of grey data chips sitting atop it. Carefully for any other hidden security features, Tach ran his fingers along the edges, before snatching all three up and double-timing it back to the mouth of the container. He'd verify the contents later.

Right now though, they really had to go! The watch on his wrist started beeping as it ran dangerously close to zero.

"Alright fuck puppy, nap time is over. Sky-sec is about to be all over us, and we don't want to be here for that reunion tour!" He barked. Groggily, the wild dog mumbled something and managed to prop herself up on her elbows. She was still way too far gone to be of use. He wrapped her up underneath one arm, and lifted her bodily, awkwardly shifting as he powered back to the airlock.

They reached their ship, and with a smack of his paw, the airlock closed behind them both, hissing as it equalized the pressure, and began an automatic undocking sequence.

He all but flew up the ladder two decks to the bridge of the ship, flipping switches and powering the drives. A low thrumming hummed from beneath his feet as he strapped into the pilot's seat.

Outside the thick cockpit glass, reality snapped and bent, seeming to fold in upon itself before snapping back to how it ought to have been. A flash of light, a sharp snap, and suddenly a trio of warships filled the view, as still hissing and steaming ice upon their hulls from their space distorting jumps vaporized into nothingness. Targeting locks blared warning as their weapons came online.

"Attention pirate vessels. You are ordered to power down and surrender immediately. This is Skylane security forces. Repeat! Stand down and prepare to-" He cut the channel with a roll of his eyes, already flipping switches and powering the ship's jump drives.

"Ahhh well, I never liked this system anyway."

His paw found the switch to activate the ship's jump drive just as Aliasa stumbled into the cockpit, her suit only half pulled back into a measure of decency. She wavered to her seat and startled buckling in as the ship rocked and rumbled underfoot.

"Try not to leak on the seats, aye?"

"Yeah, I'll do that when you start wearing some damn protection so I don't have to leak." The wild dog half barked, half laughed as the view in the glass began to distort, space quickly folding upon itself and stretching outwards, before, with a snap like reality breaking just a little, they made the jump, protective shutters closing across the glass to protect them from the intense light and confusing sights outside.

"So, where are we headed now?"

"Well, I've gotta drop these off at the rendezvous if we want to get paid. After that? I dunno. I was thinking of dinner. I've heard Calico V's spaceport has some excellent grub." The dingo chuckled with a deep, rich baritone, turning to look at his Wild Dog companion.

"Mhrmm... Sounds excellent. Until then though, if you're hungry, you can get over here and clean me up with that tongue of yours." Alaias growled as her tail began beating a rhythm against the chair, her parted legs revealing the pearly mess he'd left in her slowly leaking out.

"Unless you want me to make a mess of the seat, that is."