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The feline girl woke to a deathly silence. She blinked; once, twice. It was dark... but her eyes adapted almost immediately; allowing her to see in strange patterns of colours... she knew what she was seeing. This had been something she had always been able to do; see heat. She had guessed thermal vision wasn't normal to people's reactions when she was able to see in her blacked out room. Like a snake, one had said. Stretching out, she felt wetness under her, and sighed; at least the bleeding had stopped... even if she had just woken up sitting in a puddle of her own blood. The itch was still there, unfortunately... and it was worse than ever. That didn't bother her.

A glance about told her that she was still alone. Normally, when this happened, there was someone in the room with her. But this time... She peered around once more. Learning a new fear is never pleasant... especially when it is of the dark. She trembled, flattening her ears down. This was intolerable. Trying the door was the first thing to appear in her mind; so she crept over, quasi-afraid of things that she couldn't see, and nudged it. Nothing, not even a noise. She hadn't pushed hard enough. Another, stronger push yielded a reward; the door swung open. She jumped back reflexively; the door was never left unlocked...

Curiosity urged her to step out; but her fear of the unknown compelled her to stay.

Curiosity won out.

With her tail snaking with nerves, she edged out; ears spiked up to catch even the faintest noise. There was a high pitched wail somewhere ahead. She froze in the dark. What was happening?

Footsteps, from her left.

She retreated back into her box, eyes glued onto the smudge of deep reds and orange. Shivering, she slipped to the side of the doorway. Whoever it was followed her in, but stepped to the middle of the room.

In a male voice, it whispered "Hello...?"

She kept perfectly still, barely breathing... "Who are you?" With that said, she moved; to a point just outside the door.

He spun around, facing where she had been "My name's Zak... ... I'm... I'm your brother..."

She paused, startled. What had he just said? But... she had thought she was the only one... the only one left of her kind... she had been told that by... by the liar. The man that had hurt her just recently. She didn't want to be lied to again... "No... you're lying... you all lie..."

"I'm not... I'll prove it."

She was still in a mild state of shock, so she didn't move as he walked to her. Or, until she felt his arms clasp around her loosely; at which point she twisted back unsuccessfully. Her nostrils flared... and she blinked. Up until now, she had assumed he was another one of the people that were constantly poking her around... but his scent... it was very different. She stopped trying to escape, craning her head up slightly to get a clearer smell. He smelt very similar to her... except more masculine. Then it hit her. She was probably going to get out of here! Suddenly, she clung to him tightly; whispering over and over in a quavering voice "Get me out... get me out... get me out..."

He nodded, lifting her up against his chest. He felt strong, she noted. One had went down to support her legs, and brushed her backside. Which, of course, was bare; although she didn't see any significance in that. She noticed a slight increase in heat on his face. He was blushing? That didn't make sense; none of the people that ever saw her blushed... but, then again, none of them had ever touched that part of her; not while she could see them at least. She clung onto the fabric he was wearing, despite it being splattered with what she could smell as blood, feeling somewhat safe... which was a new, comforting feeling for her to digest.

Time was such a fickle thing. Just a month ago, Zak's sister had been born... now she looked to be at least eleven in human years. From what he could see, she hadn't been hurt in any way... although, he could smell blood on her "Do you have a name...?" He said quietly as he walked through the blacked-out lab; a result of him accidentally destroying a fuse box while in pursuit of one of the staff.

"... a name? No..."

He sighed "Would you like one...? I know it's hardly right for me to, but... but you're my sister... I think you need a name...."

"That would be nice..." She mumbled.

Suddenly, they were at the main doors; sunlight seeping under them... Zak blinked at the unexpected idea "... Sollina."

"What?" Her eyes, which were slightly reddened, turned up at him.

She had been crying at some point... it felt like he had been stabbed with that tower in France that looked suspiciously like scaffolding, although the name of it escaped him. He kept composed in spite of it "Your name... I think it should be Sollina."

"I... I like it... t-thank you..."

He smiled a weak smile, hugging her with all the warmth he could muster. Yet again, he was reminded that she was naked... and his eyes lidded slightly in rage; but it was pointless, everyone had been killed. Slaughtered by him... there was enough blood on him already, he thought "Father's outside..." He whispered into one of her ears, which was busily trying to swat his chin.

"... w-what's he like?" She said back in the same tone, her tail twitching with nerves.

"He's... alright... I don't know him well though..." Almost as an afterthought, Zak put his sister... Sollina... down on her feet, tugged off his shirt, and put it on her. It wasn't ideal... not by any stretch of the imagination... but it was enough to cover the worst of her nudity.

"Zak?"

"Yes?" He had to half kneel down to be at eye level with her "Is something wrong...?"

"No... but... ... I don't know..." She held herself, obviously enjoying being able to wear something "I've never been outside before..."

"... never...?" His heart sank. Had she always been here? Boxed up in that room that had been saturated in her scent... And speaking of her scent; it was very strong... almost too strong...

"No... never... ... I... I wanted to... I even asked, but..."

"They didn't answer, and ignored you..."

"Yes..."

"..." He wordlessly enveloped her in another brotherly hug. Or, at least, he hoped that was what it felt like to her. She released a slow breath. He smiled.

And they just stood there. A few minutes passed... during which Zak was able to take in the smell rising from her. It was very pleasant...like a fresh breeze over a flowery meadow, to put it poetically. He caught himself leaning his head around the back of her neck, smelling quietly. She giggled at the tickling sensation. He smiled. Despite everything, she was still just a young child; happy... Unlike he had been at her age. By that time, he was already having to fight to survive, being forced to find food in bins in the dead of the night... He shook off that thought, and opened his mouth to say-

"Let's go."

He grinned ever so slightly "Yes... lets..." He had a feeling things would become very interesting... He shoved the double doors aside, and his ears fell. There were a dozen vans in a tight semi-circle around the door, and plenty more than that in heavily armed guardsmen. His sister, alarmed, hid behind him.

Very interesting indeed.

Sollina, already thinking of herself as 'Sol', was afraid. Afraid of two main things.

One, the place that her supposed brother had taken her was vast; the walls were completely out of sight, and the blue ceiling moved; white, fluffy things chasing each other across it as it glowed brightly.

Two, there were many people standing around behind a barricade of... things; big, ugly and unwieldy beasts of black, shiny metal. Nozzles were pointed at herself and her brother from almost every direction; poking through tiny gaps between each of the metallic monsters, over them, and even under them. Whatever those things the people were holding, she guessed they would hurt...

She nearly leapt into the air as a shriek sounded behind them. Looking around wide-eyed, she watched Zak heaving one of the double doors up. He swung it. Hard. The people behind the hulks scattered to either side, yelling, as the door embedded itself solidly into the side of one. Glass shards pelted the nearest, and they fell. The metal monster, it's side severely buckled inwards, toppled. More yelling as the people behind it were crushed.

Then, one of them regained sense enough to yell "Open fire!"

But Zak was already gone. None of them paid any attention to her... she briefly felt insulted, though it quickly abated. She wasn't safe standing out in the open... she ducked back into the building. Peering out, she couldn't spot her brother... although, there was a commotion. Sharp cracking noises reached her, and she flinched. Sol had never heard gunfire before. Then a body sailed through the air, thudded into the wall, and slumped. She stared.

She couldn't just stand here... but how could she help?

Looking to the right, she saw two men hiding out beside one of the machines. They were talking in low, quick tones. She crept up to them, as silent as a feline could be.

"I don't know, we should run." She heard the nearest one to her say. She stood behind him, fugitively looking him over. Neither of them had noticed her yet.

"I agree... did you see what it did to our CO, though!? Jesus, I wish I could do that-"

"Shh! Don't shout! It might notice us... look, let's just creep away while it's busy, yeah?" She noticed a knife, loosely held in a fold of fabric against his leg... She reached for it.

"Yeah... there's a van outside that checkpoint, we can use that."

Fingers trembling, she glanced between them "Alright... lets go-" Rudely cutting him off, she snatched the knife, gripped his hair, and forced the blade hilt deep into the back of his neck. The startled cry he had begun was reduced to gurgling, his body twitching. Blood seeped around the silvery metal. Sol looked at the other man fearfully. He stared back, absolutely dumbfounded. He raised his weapon, but she was faster; the neat slit across his throat spurting red. His eyes bulged, and he toppled.

Gripping the knife as if letting go would kill her, she crept further around the vehicles. She swallowed hard. There was shouting, loud bangs, and the acrid stench of ozone; yet she couldn't see anyone else from that particular vantage point.. Not surprising, really, considering she was between two of the... vans?

It took a moment for her to realize that it had gone quiet...

"Alright; you want a conversion module, twenty kilos of fuel, and a XL generator?"

"Yes, that's about it." Scarr said, for at least the third time "And, yes, I have enough to pay for it."

"Hey, how could I know that?"

He sighed; give anyone an important position, such as selling expensive or rare items from behind one of these opaque windows, and they instantly become difficult. Hence why he always preferred using the black market for such things; far more risky, but also more friendly "Just get them. Now."

"Someone needs a chillout..."

He listened to the mutterings as they receded, the being making them leaving to find what he had requested "Self-important ass..."

"No kidding..."

He grinned slightly, flexing his clawed fingers. The rounded piece of flesh in his hand gave a shiver. He bent down slightly to the right, kissing Mia's head, who's ass he was happily fondling "You're enjoying this." He said, almost accusingly.

"Well..." She moaned back softly "I've learned to enjoy getting a little teasing..."

"Oh..." He laughed, kneading still "I suppose I misjudged you on that count."

"Maybe, maybe not..." Some pleased giggling "What's all this stuff for anyway?"

He huffed, pausing for a second "I'll just say that the Hermes's engines are ridiculously weak, even by human standards... not to mention that it's power supply is rather dangerous..."

She petted his tail. It was a strange sensation, really... "It's done well so far, hasn't it?"

"Maybe." He began flexing his fingers again "But it's certainly going to take several generations for it to reach it's intended destination. With these things I'm purchasing now, that same journey will take less than a week."

"Ohh... that's one hell of a bonus..."

"It is..." He leant down again, closing his teeth on her ear gently.

"That f-... feels good..." She mumbled, tripping over her own words.

He smiled... it was so easy to incite her emotions. And every time he did, she became such a fireball of passion... With both hands on the insides of her thighs, he began caressing; up and down in a slow rhythm "I wonder..." He whispered into her ear "Can I make you peak... without properly touching you...?"

"You can try..." She moaned, squeezing his arms; her legs going wide "But I want... I want you in me..."

"That can be arranged..." His fingers, which had been busy tantalizing her; coming close, yet not quite touching her sweetness; slid around to her behind. Cupping her cheeks, he pulled them apart, then pushed them together; making slow circles. He was firm, but far from rough. She was struggling, he noticed, to control her breathing; already heaving air at an alarming pace. No doubt, she was excited.

"Oh, y-yes... like... like that..."

He glanced around. This was a fully secured room, so there was little chance of interruption... excluding the blacked out window of course. Disregarding that, he tugged Mia's body-hugging trousers down; exposing her to the air. Pausing to admire the sight of her, he knelt, dipping his head underneath her "Sexy..."

She grinned, swaying her hips entrancingly "Mmm, quite..."

Scarr pressed his snout to her trove, inhaling. Her smell, beautiful as always, encouraged him to press harder; his tongue seeking passage into her body. She stopped moving entirely, except for the trembling of her legs. Without waiting, he slipped his muzzle between the deep pink inner folds; his tongue buried into her as far as it would go. She moaned, explosively, her hands grasping his meat firmly. He couldn't suppress a flinch, unaware that he had erected, earning him a light giggle from Mia "I'll get you for that." He teased her, laying her flat on the floor; him on top.

"Oh will you now?" She cooed, attempting to pull his maleness to her lips.

He, of course, allowed her to, moving his legs either side of her head. Then an idea occurred to him... Glancing at Mia, he could see that she had thought of the same thing; her mouth encompassing only the tip of him. She nodded slightly. He smiled, planting his muzzle back on her little treasure.

Scarr felt, as well as knew, that he would have to be careful... holding her thighs open, he began sinking his back end down. Heat surrounded his prick as it entered her mouth. He hissed vaguely from the sensation. Too quickly, he bumped into the back of her throat; her mouth giving a tiny spasm.

After almost gagging, Mia adjusted the angle of her head and neck. She didn't want him to become panicked over her, especially now... at the time she wanted him to enjoy the greater pleasure for once... But he looked back to her anyway "Mia...?"

She just nodded in return, attempting to pull his hips down. Admittedly, she was drawn to this simply because she had never done it before... but it was still partly for Scarr. After all, you want the ones you love to have pleasure, right?

He hesitated only momentarily before carrying on; sinking his cock further into her mouth. She pulled harder on his ass; going this slow certainly wouldn't get him off. He grinned at her, and thrust. Although she was ready for it, she still choked; swallowing hard several times in succession to mask it. She heard him hiss and shut her eyes, moaning as his oh so good tongue worked it's way back into her young depths.

Although being speared from that end aroused her immensely, it was somewhat uncomfortable... but she was more than happy to bear it... because he seemed to love it, slowly pumping his prick in her throat; which was, she guessed from his reactions, tighter than her pussy.

She grinned, still gulping as much as possible to please him, and traced his tail with her fingertips; causing it to raise... though she couldn't tell whether from reflex, or conscious choice... But, either way, she planted her palm on a small dip in his scales near the base of his tail. He gave a twitch, and a grunt "Mia..." She smiled, happy to have found a new way to pleasure him, and slicked a finger with the saliva and precum managing to escape her mouth.

Motion at the edge of her vision drew her eyes. She blinked at the vaguely canine ... thing... watching them both with intense interest from the now open window. From what she could see, it had a short, slightly snubbed muzzle; it's nose looking to be damp, like dogs and cats alike. It's ears, long... similar to a rabbit's... and covered with the same downy brown fur as the rest of it's body, presumably.

A wicked idea wormed into her mind, making her grin. Beckoning the soon-to-be participant with a seductive finger; swabbing the mixture of juices from her lubed-up digit onto the little dip in Scarr's scales... She felt him murr appreciatively into her cunt as she felt out a tiny rosebud at the deepest point of the dip. The canine-rabbit creature's ears stood on end as it pulled itself through the window with it's strong arms; four fingered paws seeming to give a great amount of grip. Having near-vaulted out of the confided space, it... waddled? There was no other way to describe it's swaying gait as it walked... and she realized the reason; it's legs were inconceivably complex, several obvious joints allowing them to bend and twist in, probably, any direction.

In logical fashion, she noted it's cock next. Standing perhaps three quarters of a foot long, and no less than three inches wide, it was... for lack of a better word... serpentine. Appearing perfectly smooth, it's surface was slicked with... something reddish in hue; the shape an almost perfect cone, except for the general outward curvature to the black flesh.

With an excited expression; he knelt behind Scarr. Mia grinned, semi-closing her eyes at him. He stared momentarily before acting; pressing it's black staff to the skin of her forehead, beginning to pleasure himself on her face. She didn't mind... it felt good to be used in such a way; one that she had fantasized about since an unhealthily young age. Putting extra pressure on the thick dick blocking her throat, she moaned her acceptance, and enjoyment; Scarr's pumping action speeding up.

The delicious-looking poker gliding over her face gave a jump, and immediately unloaded a thick batch of white. Silently, she laughed at that ridiculously quick orgasm, revelling in the warm slime coating her head as the male it belonged to fell back, panting. That, however, wouldn't do. Using both hands, Mia gripped the pole above her, tugging gently, but instantly towards Scarr's ass. The male got the idea soon enough; getting back onto his knees... or one of them... and mounting her lover's rump.

Scarr was obviously aware of the intrusion, as he paused thrusting long enough for the tool pointing at his back door to plunge in; making him grunt loudly. The other male in attendance seemed to have no inclination of postponing anything; beginning to hump at an incredible rate. Mia, with the dick in her mouth shaking from the forces from above, started sucking and gulping for all she was worth, hopefully pleasing Scarr.

And so it went on. She moaned, watching the hardcore scene just inches from her face; the repeated slapping, slurping sounds delightfully raucous in her ears. A mere second later, as it seemed, her leaking pussy tightened on the tongue that had been bringing her pleasure with a godly skill. She tried to shriek her fulfilledness, but failed for the insurmountable blockage stuffed most of the way down her neck. Scarr raised his head, barking moans escaping him as the sound of the sex above her took on a wet, clingy cast. The other male of the threesome held onto her lover's sides tight, bucking wildly, even as his seed came running down Scarr's legs, and dripping heavily onto Mia's already cum-drenched face.

The male seemed to accelerate, driving harder and harder; making a high pitched roar as his jizz continued to pour from Scarr's pounded ass. Eventually, he stopped with his cock hilted, the flow slowing, and halting. He withdrew, quickly, as Scarr took a firm hold of Mia's head, furiously shoving every inch down into her. She choked, as she expected, but didn't suppress it as the lizard fucking her began making more and more shaky movements. He froze, and dragged his length so that the tip just lightly rested on her lips. She knew what was coming, and so took a breath; just as his cock gave a leap, pushed into her mouth an inch, and exploded.

Realistically, Mia couldn't have been prepared for it. It was like... someone had turned a firehose on at her; the great amount flooding her mouth in an instant, cum splashing in all available directions. Not only was the quantity vast, but the consistency made a great situation even better. It was more akin to extremely thick yoghurt, than anything else she could dimly think of. Swallowing hard as frequently as possible, she managed to take a small portion to her stomach, while the remainder formed a puddle around her; finishing the job of bathing her in white, musky goodness.

"Mia..." He breathed as she continued to lick and suck him, getting the final, weak after-spurts.

Even after the last traces were gone from the stick she near-worshipped, Mia continued slurping "Mmmmm... yum..." She grinned "I think I need to clean up a little..."

In her over-lustful state, she turned her head to the floor, and began drinking up as much of the wasted cum as possible, licking the patch of floor she could reach completely clean "Mia, what are you-"

Whatever else Scarr had to say was cut off as the other male shook his head, grinning "You won't see this often... just enjoy the show..."

If anything else was said, Mia missed it as Scarr rolled off her, freeing her to get up onto her hands and knees, unthinkingly licking the floor with a passion. Absently, she listed the tastes to herself. At the forefront of it, was the taste of cum, both Scarr's and the unknown male's. But, under them, was several other flavours. That of the metal was first to be noted... then salt... sweat... samples from matings that had happened here previously... and, less obviously, excrement as well; although that didn't bother her, as it all fuelled her arousal. Soon enough, her journey of raw desire drew her to where the male she had watched fuck Scarr. He was standing in the mess... taking a cue from what she knew of fetishes, she licked around his ankle. His feet... which were like a bird's; two toes at the front, and one at the back, clawed. He lifted a foot, showing the cum clinging to the sole... She chased it, moaning as she licked and sucked the flesh she could reach. The horribly acrid taste, made good by the delicacy of the seed, washed over her tongue; filling her mind with a new, arousing chore. Biting a toe gently, she licked where-ever there was tasty goo, and even where there wasn't. Hence, she cleaned his foot; getting every square millimetre coated with her saliva, before seeing to the space it had occupied on the floor. When that was done, he switched his balance, presenting his other foot. That she bathed too; the sole being pressed against her face briefly as she finished, forcing her to lick away what had been transferred from her face to his sole.

His clawed feet returned to the floor, but she wasn't finished. Holding onto his legs, she thrust her face at his groin, licking franticly. He grabbed her head, thrusting. She reaffirmed her grip on his upper legs as he used her mouth; and, in a quickness that she simply put down to his particular race, drained his cum into her stomach. She groaned, withdrawing as he released her, and walked to Scarr; who was watching, near dumbstruck, his hand working his cock at a speed that surely should be painful. Mia grinned hazily, plopping herself onto his lap; impaling herself in a single, fluid motion. They moaned together, clinging tight as they both came; harshly piling more pleasure onto themselves. Mia, too young to be doing this anyway, and also not as strong as either Scarr, nor the male she had just, literally, serviced... blissfully passed out.

Scarr clung tight to his Mia; savouring the end of one of the best sexual sessions that he had ever enjoyed as she went limp... she had fainted... he had expected that sooner or later... He remained still, gently preening her hair.

"How was it...?"

He jumped, having forgotten of the third member of this little, private orgy "What?"

"Was it good?"

"..." He had to think. He had watched Mia give some... very intimate attention to another male... but she had come back to him for the grand finale; the last layer of icing on the, rather huge cake. Really, there was only one answer "Yes, of course..."

"Hm... good to be of service, I believe the term goes."

Scarr went slightly stiff "What? Were you-"

"Interfering... yes..."

"Why you-"

"No, no... I didn't make her do anything she didn't already want to do... That was, probably, the best experience she has ever had... and it was just something to get her started."

"What is that supposed to mean?" He blinked. In the space of that blink, the male has vanished "Oh, damn it..." Looking to the window, which was left open, he spied the parts he had ordered... Well, it was the best sex he had ever partaken in...