In Another Dimension, Another Time and Place
In Another Dimension, Another Time and Place
A Bucky O'Hare fanfiction, commissioned by Jadestyx
By Gideon Kalve Jarvis
Author's Note: Bucky O'Hare and all other characters depicted herein are copyright Sunbow Productions and Continuity Comics, and are used under the Fair Use act without the knowledge or permission of their original creators.
All was mostly quiet on the good ship Righteous Indignation. The Toad Wars were in their final winding down phase, after many long years of perilous back-and-forth battles on space and planetside. But after the courageous Captain Bucky O'Hare and his dauntless crew had destroyed the devious artificial intelligence KOMPLEX, the toads themselves had quickly gone back to their former, unaggressive, television-addicted selves, their military machine soon grinding to an almost complete stop, barring a few especially vile holdouts.
It was in the aftermath of one of these vile holdouts, the last stand of the Toad Air Marshall, that Willy DuWitt found himself hard at work adjusting the photon accelerator of the Righteous Indignation.
"Why is it," the human boy, puberty finally making his body start to fill out in response to the hard work to which he was constantly exposed in the Aniverse, "that it's always the photon accelerator that takes the worst of almost every attack we're in? The sublight engines take a few hits at times, the weapons systems a few stray shots, but whenever something's going to go kaboom, it's always the photon accelerator."
"Illogical assumption, Engineer Willy," answered Blinky, the one-eyed android as it assisted Willy with the repairs. "The photon accelerator is so placed as to only have a 15.811% chance of contact in any hostile encounter, rounded to the nearest thousandth place."
"You'll get it fixed soon enough, Willy-me-lad," said Deadeye Duck as he passed by, two of his four arms hefting a load of wires intended for the aforementioned damaged weapon systems. "Then ye can go back to your own dimension whenever you feel like it." He traded a knowing look and smile with Jenny as the Aldebaran artificer and first mate of the ship stepped down from the ladder, making way for the four-armed black duck to ascend. She returned the look with a smile of her own, and then approached the hard-working teen from behind, her gentle hands resting on his shoulders, rubbing them soothingly.
"When you first came to us through the portal this time," Jenny began, looking at Willy's face as he did his best to concentrate on the wires and electrodes before him, "you were very troubled, distracted. Something was troubling you then, and I can feel that it's still troubling you now. And don't tell me it's the photon accelerator."
Willy glanced up at the white-furred feline's face, looking sheepish while she smiled at him sweetly.
"Uh, well," he rubbed the back of his head, closing the panel to the engines with the other. "There's this girl I like." Jenny nodded at this, remaining silent until the bespectacled human continued. "Her name's Susie, and she's really sweet. We've been going out together for some time, I guess, off and on, ever since a little while after I first found out about the Aniverse and all of you. We've been friends for a long time before that. But now I think she wants more out of our relationship."
"And you're worried that she might not like you after things change?"
"Yeah," said Willy, his shoulders rising and then falling with a sigh, before his eyes closed under Jenny's skilled massaging ministrations. "I just want things to go back to being simple again, I guess. But, at the same time, I don't."
"It scares you a little, doesn't it, thinking about physical intimacy," Jenny prompted, in the way that only she could. She had filled the role that Willy's own mother had left largely vacant, and she needed little magic to understand the human boy. The witch-kitty had been Willy's constant confidant, listening without judging, willing to give advice should he want it, or simply to be silent when he just needed to talk. And he never held anything back from her, no secrets, any more than she kept back the secret of her magical abilities. He was the only one who knew what she could do, and he never revealed her secrets to anyone, any more than she revealed his.
"It really excites me, too," Willy admitted, blushing. "I guess I want to, but what if things go wrong? What if she decides she doesn't like me any more afterward? Heck, I don't even know where all the parts go down there, not really. Not outside of pictures."
Reaching down with one gauntleted hand, Jenny took Willy's in her own, and gently guided him to his feet. Smiling up at the human (for he was almost twice her size), the lithe feline turned, leading him along, towards the forward deck, the curious Blinky following quietly behind.
"Um, where are we going, Jenny?" asked Willy, blinking as he watched the pink-haired cat's body sway with that wonderful feminine motion that he had always found so irresistible, forming the start of his powerful crush on her, which had been developing over the years he'd known her, and perhaps the one secret that he never mentioned, though Jenny was quite well aware of it.
"Now that you're done in engineering, somebody needs to run a systems check from up front," said Jenny, guiding Willy to the seat that Bucky O'Hare normally used, a blast shield covering the front windows, shading the room from the eyes of the workers in the spacedock outside. "Since Captain Bucky is out with Bruiser to try and talk some sense into the diplomats of the United Animal Federation, I thought that perhaps you would like to try out the captain's chair for once."
"All right," said Willy, settling himself into the chair and gripping the armrests lightly. "As long as you'll guide me through things, Jenny. Heh, engage!"
Jenny didn't get the reference, of course, but simply continued with that secret smile as she walked up next to Willy, reaching down to guide his hands with her own.
"This is the primary activation module," she explained, pointing to one of the multitude of buttons. "This is the engine diagnostic gauge. Usually Bucky ignores it and lets Blinky keep him informed, but that would make Blinky have to interface with the ship."
"A most uncomfortable circumstance," said the little robot, standing nearby. "At least during a full ship diagnostic. In flight it is much easier."
"All right," said Willy, reaching out as Jenny's hands led his across the controls. "So I just touch this button here...and turn this handle here...and pull this lever. Is that it?"
"Almost," said Jenny, stepping in front of Willy, now slightly taller than him thanks to the human boy's seated position. "There is one other thing that needs taking care of."
"What do you mean, Jen-," Willy began, only to have his voice fail him as the sleek white witch kitty guided Willy's hands to the metal armor covering her breasts. His eyes grew huge behind his round glasses as she led his hands over their surface, stroking the smooth heft of the twin globes of her fine cleavage. For all her smaller size, Jenny was perfectly proportionate for an adult female, and Willy couldn't deny that she was a woman, and he, a healthy young man. But the poor boy's mind was still in lockdown mode, even as the front of his jeans began to tent, and he could do nothing except respond as he was guided by the more experienced feline.
"Just relax, Willy," said Jenny, reaching behind her to unclasp her armor plates. "You've been helping us for so long, and without a moment's thought for a reward of any sort. We'd talked it over, and I thought, perhaps, that you might like something like...this."
With these final words, Jenny lifted her hands, the last buckle of her armor undone, and the gem on her forehead glowed softly, the light reflecting from Willy's glasses. When the light faded, Jenny stood before Willy completely naked, her smooth, sleek fur completely exposed to his view, his hands now resting on her perfect breasts, their warmth registering to his touch.
"B-but Jenny, I-" stammered Willy, only to grow still as the feline kissed him, making him gasp sharply into the touch of her lips against his own. It was like in the movies, and even more so as her tongue teased his lips, and Willy parted them at her insistence. And when her slightly raspy, rubbery tongue began to wrestle with his own, the human boy's eyes rolled back into his head, his heart pounding in his ears with the intensity of the sensation.
As Jenny broke the kiss, leaving Willy lying limp and gasping in the chair, he almost didn't notice as her deft fingers drew down the zipper of his jeans, then unfastened the button. He noticed, however, when she tugged down his tightie-whities, her hand wrapping around his turgid length.
"You're almost as big as a Betelgeusian berserker baboon, Willy," said Jenny, obviously impressed as she hefted the weight of his shaft in her hand. "And still growing."
Willy couldn't do more than gurgle in response as he watched the beautiful feline woman kneel in front of him, and begin to lick her way up his penis, from the base all the way to the tip. Her rubbery feline barbs added a strange, tickling sensation that was even more intense than he'd expected, even with all the erotic fiction he'd read online back home. And when she began to flicker that tongue over his swollen, circumcised glans, it was all that the poor, overworked teen could do to keep from screaming in pleasure, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the arms of the captain's chair.
Hiking her pink-tailed, heart-shaped white bottom into the air, all the better for Willy to see it, Jenny bent her head, her gorgeous green eyes looking up at Willy's own as she took his hard shaft into her mouth, pursing her lips into a nice, tight seal around his thick member. Willy DuWitt set his will against the inevitable, his teeth gritting tightly as he fought wave after wave of indescribable pleasure as Jenny bobbed her head up and down, her gentle hands palming his plump balls and inner thighs. Her expression as she hollowed out her cheeks told him how much she was enjoying this, how much she loved watching him squirm in his chair, completely under her power. She pulled back, popping her lips as she briefly parted contact with his shaft, then swirled her agile tongue around the head once more, before plunging down, taking him straight into her throat.
"Jenny, I can't-!" Willy managed to get out, his fingernails scraping the arms of the chair, his sneaker-clad feet arching upward as his losing battle finally overwhelmed his last resistances. But Jenny didn't stop, or even pause. Instead he caught the faintest glimpse of a smile on the edges of her short muzzle, before she started pumping her head even faster, fellating him with skill that was at once expert and eager - she not only liked doing what she was doing, she was good at it! With a cry, Willy's balls twitched, his bottom tightening in his jeans, before his cock began to gush hot cum. Jenny eagerly gulped it down, pulling back to ensure that she could taste it as Willy's semen filled her mouth, before she swallowed down every drop.
Spent at last, Willy slumped in the chair, his face flushed, his eyes heavy-lidded. He hadn't thought it would take so much out of him, his first time with a real girl. He'd masturbated plenty of times, but this...it was more than he could ever have imagined.
But Jenny wasn't finished with him, not by a long shot. As Willy watched, she rose up, her fingertips lightly trailing over his smooth human penis as it started to soften. Maybe it was his youthful vigor. Maybe it was Jenny's magic. Whatever the reason, Willy felt himself starting to rapidly harden once more. He caught sight of the heart-shaped tuft of pink pubic fur just above her tempting lower lips before she straddled him on the chair, standing over his face. She murmured soft instructions on what she wanted from him, and Willy was only too happy to comply, his mouth pressing up against her womanly gates, tongue extending. He was almost immediately rewarded with a gush of her sweet juices as his tongue penetrated her labia.
Long minutes passed, how many Willy didn't know, as he worked his mouth up, and then down, following Jenny's softly-whispered instructions to the letter, manipulating her nerves the same way he manipulated the inner workings of a machine. But the cry of sweet orgasm that came from Jenny, accompanied by another gush of her juices, was far more satisfying than any act of engineering. She was delicious, her musky juices intoxicating the human teen, making his head swim.
"You're a fast learner," said Jenny, turning around to straddle Willy over his hips, rather than his face. The human boy raised his hand, stroking Jenny's fluffy pink tail, feeling how soft it was, before brushing it gently aside, his hands going to her hips and firm, taut rear. She wiggled her tushie back into his touch, smiling over her shoulder, before she reached down, lifting his reawakened erection, holding it up straight. "Hold on tight," she said, to which Willy could only grip the arms of the chair once more, his eyes wide as they stared through his large round glasses at the point where his penis contacted Jenny's smooth, wet little quim...and then slid inside, her lower lips parting to give him entry.
For a moment, Willy felt his entire body tense up, Jenny's tightness enveloping him in smooth, searing wet heat, his vision unable to focus any longer through his steamed round glasses. Everything went white, and the boy thought he cried out, though he couldn't be sure. As his vision slowly returned to normal, Willy was able to clearly watch Jenny's tight, white-furred buns as they tensed, her inner walls contracting and then rippling around his hard, smooth pink length. As she rode him, holding onto the arms of the captain's chair to bounce on Willy's lap, Willy was able to clearly see how her pink inner walls gripped him tightly, traveling up and down with each movement of her body. It was too much for Willy. He couldn't think, could hardly breathe, his body awhirl in the most intense rush of sensations he'd ever experienced in his whole life.
"Keep yer belly an' buns tense, Willy-me-lad," said a familiar voice from behind the captain's chair, near the entryway to the cockpit. "It'll help ye last longer."
Starting up, the shock bringing him back from the brink of orgasm, Willy looked over his shoulder at Deadeye Duck, the black-feathered avian standing there in the doorway, a huge grin on his flexible beak. His topmost pair of hands were already starting to undo the magnetic clasps on his orange spacer's garb, baring his firm chest, while his lower pair of hands were tossing his boots to the side. As Willy had slightly risen, Jenny bent forward, her tail curling around Willy's back, pulling him with her, so that they both ended up on the floor of the cockpit, Jenny on all-fours, and Willy kneeling behind her, still half-embedded in her willing, clenching quim.
"Just relax, Willy-me-lad," said Deadeye, his four arms easily peeling off his clothes, leaving him naked as he approached the coupled pair, Jenny reaching back to grip Willy's smooth pink bum, holding him firmly in place so that he couldn't escape. "Jenny 'n me've been thinking you deserve a full and proper reward for what you've been doin' fer us through the whole war." Willy's eyes drifted down to Deadeye's pink penis, long and pointed like a knife, as it protruded from above a pair of plump, dark-feathered testicles as the pirate duck knelt behind the human, his top hands stroking Willy's back, his bottom set gently caressing the boy's sides and belly. "Now relax. Ye'll be liking this."
Holding still, halfway within Jenny as the green-eyed witch-kitty smiled over her shoulder, watching the two males at play, Willy's heart was pounding as he felt Deadeye kissing the back of his neck with that flexible beak, and then slowly kiss his way down Willy's back. As one pair of hands reached around, stroking Willy's inner thighs, the other gripped the boy's bottom, spreading his cheeks, parting them as that yellow beak pressed forward, tongue extending, teasing against Willy's tightly-clenched rear pucker. The feeling was incredible, like nothing Willy could have imagined, even from the occasional gay porn stories he'd read online back on Earth. That he'd actually be acting out some of the things he'd read about had never occurred to him for an instant. But all those thoughts left his head as Willy moaned in pleasure, his hips jerking in short little thrusts, spurts of precum splashing inside of Jenny as Deadeye's tongue penetrated his anus, rimming him with the skill of a true expert in the art of oral pleasure.
Half-bent over Jenny, her hands gripping her hips tightly, Willy was panting too hard, his face too flushed with pleasure, to really notice as Deadeye drew his beak back. But he noticed as the tongue was replaced with the tip of that long, pointed shaft, before it slowly, gently squeezed inside of him, stretching him open surprisingly widely. His eyes rolling back into his head, a long, deep groan of exquisite pleasure was forced from Willy's throat as Deadeye's balls bumped against his own, before the pirate duck pulled back...and then plunged forward again, this time slapping his hips against Willy's bare bottom quite firmly, causing Willy to plunge to the hilt inside of Jenny's clenching wet depths.
With a feral rowr! as she voiced her own pleasures, Jenny arched her back, pushing her rump flush with Willy's hips, while Deadeye slammed his own hips against Willy's rump in turn. The human teen was sandwiched between the pair of passionate lovers, his entire world reeling at the intensity of the experience, his cock twitching almost out of control inside of Jenny's inner folds while Deadeye's cock pounded his prostate without mercy. Bending forward slightly, Willy's lips were caught by Jenny's in a fierce French kiss, her raspy tongue abusing his smooth one, before he broke the kiss, leaning back as Deadeye's hips started to truly pummel his tight bottom, pressing his lips against the duck's beak, knifelike avian tongue teasing against his more rounded one.
The cockpit was soon filled with the sound of fur meeting skin meeting feathers as Deadeye set the pace, starting slow, giving Willy time to adjust, before he soon began to pick up the pace. The soft down of his sac tickled Willy's scrotum with each thrust, and each time this happened, Willy's hips pressed against Jenny's clasping, visibly pulsing catcunny. Willy looked down at that perfect little pussy, framed by pristine white fur as his cock sank to the hilt, and then arched his back, his head falling back onto Deadeye's shoulder as the duck closed his beak on Willy's neck, sucking on the boy's smooth flesh. One of Willy's hands gripped Jenny's hip, while the other gripped the base of her tail, and he began to move as well, thrusting with gusto, leaning over the witch cat's trembling body, his cheeks flushed, skin bathed in a light sheen of sweat.
"It's too much," he got out in a tight voice, giving the cat and duck fair warning of the inevitable about to happen.
"Fill me up, Willy," Jenny begged, resting her head on her folded arms, her own cheeks deeply flushed with her mounting pleasure. "Give me all your seed."
"I'm not gonna last long either, Willy-me-lad," Deadeye got out through his clenched beak, his hips starting to pound away frantically, desperately, matching the equally energetic humping of Willy's hips as he claimed Jenny's hot little quim, the slick, liquid sounds of their desperate, needy coupling filling the little room.
Then it hit. A flash of light burst forth from Jenny's forehead gem as her pleasures peaked, and in that same instant Willy and Deadeye both felt their sensations joined. It was too much! Instantly, Willy felt his balls tighten, his shaft pulsing as cum began to gush from his cock into Jenny's greedy, eagerly-accepting cunny, her sex taking every drop of his seed. At the same time, he heard Deadeye curse in a tense whisper, felt the pirate duck's cum basting the inside of his body, setting off a whole new wave of pleasure as he trembled there, pinned between the pair, avian and feline, overwhelmed with sensation.
Gradually the moment passed, after many long minutes of wracking pleasure. And then Willy slumped over Jenny's uplifted bum, his eyes growing heavy. Deadeye's four hands stroked his body gently, and both Jenny and Deadeye carefully worked themselves and the human teen over onto their sides, resting on the floor of the cockpit. They snuggled like that for a long time. Inevitably, however, in time they had to rise once more, and get back to work on the ship. But not for several hours. The three didn't speak of what had passed between them, even after Bucky O'Hare returned, or for the rest of Willy's stay. There was no repeat of that event, either, though Willy was given much time to consider it, and knew from the looks Jenny gave him that he had done well. It was the boost to his confidence that he needed, and knew, somehow, that when next he saw Susie, he wouldn't be afraid any more to go just as far as she was ready to go.
*
It was several months later before Willy next received a communication on Earth through the magical gem that Jenny had given him back when he'd first entered the Aniverse. He'd spent his time well, not only getting top grades in his high school classes, as usual, but also developing a full social life, growing deeply attached to Susie. She'd given him her virginity one night, while his parents had been away at some hippie convention, and though it had been painful for her at first, the experience had actually been incredibly good after Susie had some time to recover from the breaking of her hymen. With the memory of his first time with Jenny still fresh in his mind, Willy had done everything just right, and his confidence rubbed off on Susie, urging her to join in the fun with equal enthusiasm. They were both still quite new and inexperienced at sex games, but they were eager to keep on experimenting with each other.
Thankfully Willy remembered to use condoms, something that he noted was rather lacking in the Aniverse, at least to his knowledge. He supposed that, if the inhabitants of that parallel universe knew when they were 'in season,' like animals in his universe, then they might not need birth control. They'd just know when they were receptive, and time their sexual experiences accordingly. With this thought in mind, Willy didn't think much more on the subject, feeling that Jenny would surely not have taken a risk like that. But, as he picked up the gem lying on the worktable of his room, the image of the beautiful Aldebaran artificer forming in light before his eyes, Willy saw to his astonishment that he was quite wrong.
"Hello Willy," said Jenny, standing naked before him, her delicate hands caressing her plump, milk-filled breasts, and then down over her swollen, pregnant belly. "I just thought you might want to know that I'm thinking of you, and felt that you might want to visit soon." Her smile was dazzling as her green eyes met Willy's, and he knew that she had done this deliberately, had wanted to have his babies.
"I'll..." began Willy, having to wet his dried lips before he could continue. "I'll be there right away."