# Galactic3 Author: SwampRat Tags: Bear, Dog, Human, M/M GALATIC3.TXT Another tale of The Galatic Rim - By SwampRat (c) 1991 - The Brotherhood Of Pan, "Those who follow the way of the shepherd" 1992 The Rishathran Society The grat grunted. He felt his lover move against him. He squirmed for a moment against the naked maleness that lay heavily on one furred leg. The man made no more movement than that.. Except to fondle his sheath. The canine stretched, then shoved his head against the male's chest and snuggled closer. Not a pawful of months before he had been a dumb brute, sitting in a window, waiting to be either bought or killed. Then a man had walked in, purchased him. He lay under a machine for a time.. And the gift of intelligence was his. Never would he be able to repay that debt.. He listened to the regular breathing. Then lifted his shaggy head.. His master/lover/Captain grinned at him. Sneaky bastard.. He shoved his muzzle up, to press it against cold lips.. Captain was part machine.. Certainly what he rubbed his leg against felt like flesh. And what sent thrills running up his spine as it tugged his reddish penis free of it's furry holder, seemed normal enough.. Tag yelped, as the fingers coaxed the twin knobs out, holding his sheath in place. Two could play at that game.. He bent to lap at the thick pole.. And never got that far. The alarm rang, and with a kiss the creature dived over him, was in uniform and out the door in the time it took to take a breath in and let it go. Shit! He eased off the bed, and stood. Walking on hind legs still took some getting used to.. Cock bobbing, he strode over to the computer. Hmmm... Claws clicking on the keys, he typed in a question. A tape slid out. He moved to a cabinet and placed the spool in a slit. It vanished, an the vidbooth opened. He stepped inside, and pressed "Novice". Things came out of the walls and attached themselves to him. He didn't panic, even though this was only the third time he had been in the booth. Tag grunted as something slid across his butt. He closed his eyes, letting the fantasy unreel, literally.   The monster stood, framed by the trees. The bear had chased him for what seemed like an eternity.. "What is a bear?" Everything stopped as the answer came through the comlink. He mentally and literally slapped it out of the way. The animal growled, sniffing after the trail. Which wasn't too hard. What little clothing he had worn, was long gone. The creature turned, and sighting him, growled low again. He pushed his body to move.. It refused, he could only watch the bruin come shuffling closer. It shoved him to the ground, The huge erection sliding under his tail.. Well, Something did anyway. Tag howled as his scum poured into the clasping tube. The nose quivered, as black lips clamped on his cock, sucking more semen out of the dog. The slick maleness powered by oversize legs pounded his ass unmercifully.. Tag fervently wished the male was here as he held onto the console for dear life. Another howl ripped through the booth. The animal yanked his butt up, claws digging deep into the cheeks. The grat shook, cum spurting deep in his guts. The heat of it ignited his balls again, and he gave more DNA to the recycler. Finally the booth let him go, to wash up and sink gratefully onto a soft cot. Tag was asleep in minutes, again dreaming of fingers stroking his sheath.   \* \* \* The Captain on the other hand was sitting in a chair, watching a monitor. He glanced at the small screen which showed the animal's movements. Even in the booth, it was monitored. A grin as Tag twitched, hips moving in a lewd pattern.. He would much rather be buggering his for-the-moment lover. But Ion Storms were no laughing matter, even for a Scout ship. Somebody had to monitor the boards.. And he was it. The small ship had 6 sections. Computers and main weapons in the front, engines in the back. The Galley, MediDoc, Cabin, and Bridge were compressed in the middle with the other armament. The rear needed none.. Anybody foolish enough to shoot Anything at a neutron drive deserved what they got. He sighed again, and sipped his stimulant. A grin at the thought what the static would do to the cruiser's scanners. Should be home in a few more days.. \* \* \* A grim-faced person watched the charts. If he had been a violent man he would have pounded the table in front of him. So many times it was uncountable, this brash pirate had come into space, stolen, plundered, slaved.. Rumors say he did much worse than just take slaves. If he was appropriate. Not even the TGO could touch the bastard.. And now, just as the IP Cruiser Deference was about to collar him... This! A thought crossed his mind. No, not even an OutWorlder could whistle up the mass of charged dust which ran before a nova shockwave.. So, Shadow got away. He would slip up.. They all did. And When He Did... A momentairy shock as a picture came on his screen. A robed being sat in a console chair, and lifted a steaming mug. "Better luck next time, Captain. Until then, I send this in consolation." A stream of data on 3 slaver ships came in. The man clenched his jaw tighter. He nodded to the cyborg. Gave the order to start for the first coordinate. The Watcher on the Bridge nodded quietly also. She also hated to miss a chance to nab the person.. She stifled a gasp, as the ship turned blue.. Then vanished, as if it had never been. Someday the TGO was going to dismantle an OutWorld ship. Find out how they pulled that disappearing act. Someday..   The Intergalactic Police had been itching to get their hands on an OutWorlder since a miner had chanced on one of them. He had broken down next to nowhere, and sent out the distress signal in the faint hopes somebody would find him. SomeThing did.. It was an Arth Mammal. The miner had seen vidpictures of them when he was young. But with hands and tools and way too friendly. The being fixed his ship, gave him a pat on the butt, and took off. Seems it was on it's way to someplace else.. The miner wasted no time getting to a bar. There, he got drunk, Fast. But, not even the strongest drink got rid of the brown muzzle, with painted lips, rings in the ears and wanton glances. No drug could erase the sight of the 3-fingered hands, the bulge in the crotch of the coveralls, or that last lustful grab of his posterior. Most thought he had gotten the Space Willies.. But how did a broken-down hunk rate a K7 engine? And how the hell did they shoehorn something bigger than some cities into the tiny space of a Class 2 vessel? The IP found him and he vanished. As did the ship. The best scientists had spent a decade trying to unravel the puzzle before their eyes.. Oh they had taken it apart. Put it back together. A dozen times or more. It was a standard engine.. With 4 modifications. Three were pretty ordinary, simply being energy re-channellers.. But that box which glowed. Was there, but wasn't.. All attempts to lift it proved futile. Calipers slid off it. Magnetic Bubble Chambers didn't hold it. Hyperion Pullers wouldn't push or pull it. Even a crowbar thrown in anger skidded off harmlessly. The worst part was no matter how they tested it, all the number came out in negatives. They started the engine one time.. The asteroid the lab sat on moved to a new orbit.   The box had thrummed, and turned bluish. It seemed to throw itself forward, to elongate. The rest of the box tried to catch up with the forward part.. It did so only after they shut down the engine. One of the ones they carried away was heard to mumble something about chasing after itself through dimensions.. \* \* \* Tag grunted sleepily. His lover was again beside him. "Done?" A lusty kiss told him. "Oil?" He grunted, then looked up. "Me or you?" Another kiss. "Whichever you prefer.." He moaned as fingers tickled his balls. "Alright, Oil it.. but hurry. I want to feel you cum in me, not dream of it.." He yelped as the thick head split his anus open. Cunning bastard.. "Rotate.." He shifted so he could look up at the man. Hind paws locked on the cold back. Dug into the hairless butt. Fore paws pulled a head with one eye down to be kissed. He growled and shoved his ass up, taking the human to the hilt. The bear in the vid came to mind.. What would it be like to lay under one of them.. He would have to ask his Captain.. Right after he got a bung-hole full of semen. He lapped at a tit, shoving his erection between the grasping fingers. "Harder, Male! Hump me like you mean it!!" The male gyrated, pumping the slick meat deep into the writhing animal. The dog gasped, holding onto the man. This was better than the vid booth by far!   The End Source: https://sofurry.com/s/GnDj96je Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/205-galactic2.md