{"sf1_id":206,"sf2_id":"GnDj96je","title":"Galactic3","author":"SwampRat","words":1591,"posted_at":"2002-11-10T15:19:00.000Z","tags":["Bear","Dog","Human","M/M"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/206-galactic3","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/GnDj96je","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=206\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"GALATIC3.TXT  \n  \nAnother tale of The Galatic Rim - By SwampRat  \n(c) 1991 - The Brotherhood Of Pan, \"Those who follow the way of the shepherd\"  \n1992 The Rishathran Society  \n  \nThe grat grunted. He felt his lover move against him. He squirmed for a moment  \nagainst the naked maleness that lay heavily on one furred leg. The man made no  \nmore movement than that.. Except to fondle his sheath. The canine stretched,  \nthen shoved his head against the male's chest and snuggled closer. Not a pawful  \nof months before he had been a dumb brute, sitting in a window, waiting to be  \neither bought or killed. Then a man had walked in, purchased him. He lay under  \na machine for a time.. And the gift of intelligence was his. Never would he be  \nable to repay that debt.. He listened to the regular breathing. Then lifted his  \nshaggy head.. His master/lover/Captain grinned at him. Sneaky bastard.. He  \nshoved his muzzle up, to press it against cold lips..  \n  \nCaptain was part machine.. Certainly what he rubbed his leg against felt like  \nflesh. And what sent thrills running up his spine as it tugged his reddish  \npenis free of it's furry holder, seemed normal enough.. Tag yelped, as the  \nfingers coaxed the twin knobs out, holding his sheath in place. Two could play  \nat that game.. He bent to lap at the thick pole.. And never got that far. The  \nalarm rang, and with a kiss the creature dived over him, was in uniform and out  \nthe door in the time it took to take a breath in and let it go. Shit! He eased  \noff the bed, and stood. Walking on hind legs still took some getting used to..  \nCock bobbing, he strode over to the computer. Hmmm... Claws clicking on the  \nkeys, he typed in a question. A tape slid out. He moved to a cabinet and placed  \nthe spool in a slit. It vanished, an the vidbooth opened. He stepped inside,  \nand pressed \"Novice\". Things came out of the walls and attached themselves to  \nhim. He didn't panic, even though this was only the third time he had been in  \nthe booth. Tag grunted as something slid across his butt. He closed his eyes,  \nletting the fantasy unreel, literally.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The monster stood, framed by the trees. The bear had chased him for what seemed  \nlike an eternity.. \"What is a bear?\" Everything stopped as the answer came  \nthrough the comlink. He mentally and literally slapped it out of the way. The  \nanimal growled, sniffing after the trail. Which wasn't too hard. What little  \nclothing he had worn, was long gone. The creature turned, and sighting him,  \ngrowled low again. He pushed his body to move.. It refused, he could only watch  \nthe bruin come shuffling closer. It shoved him to the ground, The huge erection  \nsliding under his tail.. Well, Something did anyway. Tag howled as his scum  \npoured into the clasping tube. The nose quivered, as black lips clamped on his  \ncock, sucking more semen out of the dog. The slick maleness powered by oversize  \nlegs pounded his ass unmercifully.. Tag fervently wished the male was here as  \nhe held onto the console for dear life. Another howl ripped through the booth.  \nThe animal yanked his butt up, claws digging deep into the cheeks. The grat  \nshook, cum spurting deep in his guts. The heat of it ignited his balls again,  \nand he gave more DNA to the recycler. Finally the booth let him go, to wash up  \nand sink gratefully onto a soft cot. Tag was asleep in minutes, again dreaming  \nof fingers stroking his sheath.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\* \\* \\*  \n  \nThe Captain on the other hand was sitting in a chair, watching a monitor. He  \nglanced at the small screen which showed the animal's movements. Even in the  \nbooth, it was monitored. A grin as Tag twitched, hips moving in a lewd  \npattern.. He would much rather be buggering his for-the-moment lover. But Ion  \nStorms were no laughing matter, even for a Scout ship. Somebody had to monitor  \nthe boards.. And he was it. The small ship had 6 sections. Computers and main  \nweapons in the front, engines in the back. The Galley, MediDoc, Cabin, and  \nBridge were compressed in the middle with the other armament. The rear needed  \nnone.. Anybody foolish enough to shoot Anything at a neutron drive deserved  \nwhat they got. He sighed again, and sipped his stimulant. A grin at the thought  \nwhat the static would do to the cruiser's scanners. Should be home in a few  \nmore days..  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nA grim-faced person watched the charts. If he had been a violent man he would  \nhave pounded the table in front of him. So many times it was uncountable, this  \nbrash pirate had come into space, stolen, plundered, slaved.. Rumors say he did  \nmuch worse than just take slaves. If he was appropriate. Not even the TGO could  \ntouch the bastard.. And now, just as the IP Cruiser Deference was about to  \ncollar him... This! A thought crossed his mind. No, not even an OutWorlder  \ncould whistle up the mass of charged dust which ran before a nova shockwave..  \nSo, Shadow got away. He would slip up.. They all did. And When He Did... A  \nmomentairy shock as a picture came on his screen. A robed being sat in a  \nconsole chair, and lifted a steaming mug. \"Better luck next time, Captain.  \nUntil then, I send this in consolation.\" A stream of data on 3 slaver ships  \ncame in. The man clenched his jaw tighter. He nodded to the cyborg. Gave the  \norder to start for the first coordinate. The Watcher on the Bridge nodded  \nquietly also. She also hated to miss a chance to nab the person.. She stifled a  \ngasp, as the ship turned blue.. Then vanished, as if it had never been. Someday  \nthe TGO was going to dismantle an OutWorld ship. Find out how they pulled that  \ndisappearing act. Someday..  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The Intergalactic Police had been itching to get their hands on an OutWorlder  \nsince a miner had chanced on one of them. He had broken down next to nowhere,  \nand sent out the distress signal in the faint hopes somebody would find him.  \nSomeThing did.. It was an Arth Mammal. The miner had seen vidpictures of them  \nwhen he was young. But with hands and tools and way too friendly. The being  \nfixed his ship, gave him a pat on the butt, and took off. Seems it was on it's  \nway to someplace else.. The miner wasted no time getting to a bar. There, he  \ngot drunk, Fast. But, not even the strongest drink got rid of the brown muzzle,  \nwith painted lips, rings in the ears and wanton glances. No drug could erase  \nthe sight of the 3-fingered hands, the bulge in the crotch of the coveralls, or  \nthat last lustful grab of his posterior. Most thought he had gotten the Space  \nWillies..  \n  \nBut how did a broken-down hunk rate a K7 engine? And how the hell did they  \nshoehorn something bigger than some cities into the tiny space of a Class 2  \nvessel? The IP found him and he vanished. As did the ship. The best scientists  \nhad spent a decade trying to unravel the puzzle before their eyes.. Oh they had  \ntaken it apart. Put it back together. A dozen times or more. It was a standard  \nengine.. With 4 modifications. Three were pretty ordinary, simply being energy  \nre-channellers.. But that box which glowed. Was there, but wasn't.. All  \nattempts to lift it proved futile. Calipers slid off it. Magnetic Bubble  \nChambers didn't hold it. Hyperion Pullers wouldn't push or pull it. Even a  \ncrowbar thrown in anger skidded off harmlessly. The worst part was no matter  \nhow they tested it, all the number came out in negatives. They started the  \nengine one time.. The asteroid the lab sat on moved to a new orbit.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The box had thrummed, and turned bluish. It seemed to throw itself forward, to  \nelongate. The rest of the box tried to catch up with the forward part.. It did  \nso only after they shut down the engine. One of the ones they carried away was  \nheard to mumble something about chasing after itself through dimensions..  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nTag grunted sleepily. His lover was again beside him. \"Done?\" A lusty kiss told  \nhim. \"Oil?\" He grunted, then looked up. \"Me or you?\" Another kiss. \"Whichever  \nyou prefer..\" He moaned as fingers tickled his balls. \"Alright, Oil it.. but  \nhurry. I want to feel you cum in me, not dream of it..\" He yelped as the thick  \nhead split his anus open. Cunning bastard.. \"Rotate..\" He shifted so he could  \nlook up at the man. Hind paws locked on the cold back. Dug into the hairless  \nbutt. Fore paws pulled a head with one eye down to be kissed. He growled and  \nshoved his ass up, taking the human to the hilt. The bear in the vid came to  \nmind.. What would it be like to lay under one of them.. He would have to ask  \nhis Captain.. Right after he got a bung-hole full of semen. He lapped at a tit,  \nshoving his erection between the grasping fingers. \"Harder, Male! Hump me like  \nyou mean it!!\" The male gyrated, pumping the slick meat deep into the writhing  \nanimal. The dog gasped, holding onto the man. This was better than the vid  \nbooth by far!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The End  \n  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/205-galactic2.json"}