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Tink, tink.

Tink, tink.

Soft noises, the sounds of hammer on crystal, slowly penetrated her awareness. The silence, so long the only thing she was aware of, was broken.

Tink, tink.

Tink, tink.

The crystal around her echoed with the soft sounds of the pounding hammers, the noise surrounding her as thoroughly as the crystal did. The vibrations tingled along her skin, and despite her body's exhaustion, the vixen slowly found herself waking up.

Tink, tink.

Tink, tink.

CRACK!

A change, the noise was different now. A little more light shone through the crystal, lighting up her eyelids, the light penetrating to her closed eyes. It burned, but she welcomed it. Anything to be free of the prison of this bizarre crystal, to be able to move again.

Crack, crack.

Tink.

Crack.

Tink, tink.

CRACK!

The outer layers of the crystal fell apart, and the inside fell away afterward, removing the support that kept her inside and kept her still. The vixen fell out, landing on all fours with a grunt. For the first time in too long, her mouth opened and her chest filled with air. Whatever strange qualities of the crystal that kept her from needing air was gone, and her body was starved for breath.

Sound. There was so much sound around her, so much that it was more deafening than the perpetual silence within the crystal. Footsteps, voices, breathing, talking, clanging, pounding; so much to take it that it was almost maddening, so much that it was overwhelming.

Eyes opening for a second, the vixen managed to see bodies. Green scaled bodies, yellow scaled bodies, standing on two legs and walking around her. They stared at her just as she stared at them, sharp teeth showing.

They blurred, and then turned to darkness as she blacked out.

#

When consciousness returned, Krystal didn't open her eyes immediately. She didn't know where she was, but the figures that she remembered seeing after emerging from the crystal worried her. They were familiar, vaguely so, and she didn't want to give away that she was awake just yet if there were any of them around her.

Instead, she focused her attention to her memories, focusing on what had happened recently. She had no idea how long she had been in the crystal, how long she had floated in the darkness, unable to move, breathe, or anything else, but she knew what had happened before. She remembered the floating ship, and General Scales on it. She remembered the fight through Krazoa Palace and the Krazoa Spirit that she had released. And she remembered the moment when things had gone wrong, had gone so very wrong.

A stranger had shoved her into the pulsing light emanating from the Krazoa face, and sent her flying back into a crystal. It had sealed her inside, effectively cutting her off from the rest of the world. After that...

After that, her memories stopped. She couldn't remember just who it was that had shoved her into the light, just that he was a stranger; she didn't know what had happened to take her from the palace to...wherever it was she was now. Nor could she figure out just where she was.

As Krystal fumbled for her memories, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and she went still. The vixen focused on her breathing, evening it out, forcing herself to look like she was asleep. Maybe she could learn something if whoever was coming thought she was asleep.

The footsteps got louder, and she heard something flutter, ripple almost. It sounded like the sheets of leather she had seen hung over doors in her travel, or skins, pushed aside as someone entered a building.

The voices accompanying the steps spoke in the tongue of the dinosaurs, the same language that she had heard General Scales speak. She could just understand them, their accents abominable.

"This thing was in the crystal?" one voice said, guttural and gravely, almost like the speaker was chewing through rocks when he spoke.

"Yeah, I can't believe it either. Apparently, she's been in there for more than a week." This one sounded a bit younger, but still just as guttural and rough. But she barely paid attention to the sound of his voice, too shocked at the news of her imprisonment.

A week? She had been away from the world for more than a week? What had happened in that time? Was Sauria still in one piece? She listened, her ears moving slightly despite her attempts to remain still.

"The Krazoa are strong. They must have plans for her."

"Forget their plans," the younger one said. "Scales is the one in charge here. It's his plans that you should be thinking about."

Scales. So, she was right to be worried. If General Scales was the one in charge, then that meant that she was among the Sharpklaw. And if she was with them, then things were a lot worse than she thought.

What did she know about the Sharpklaw, she thought to herself. Not much, other than that they were almost all soldiers of some sort, organized into an army by their general. They weren't a proper group like some of the dinosaur clans across the world, but rather a roaming group of nomads that had claimed one piece of land and then decided to claim the whole planet. Their ruler, General Scales, was ambitious, and considered himself the ruler of Dinosaur Planet already. At least, that's what he had said on the airship.

And now, she was stuck in his camp. The question was, was the General here now?

Her thoughts came to a sudden jumbled stop as she felt a scaly hand between her legs, shoving right into the slit between her legs. Krystal's eyes went wide, and she reacted out of instinct, her legs pulling together before kicking out, hard.

The Sharpklaw that had touched her stumbled back a few steps, his comrade laughing at his misfortune. Krystal just pulled her legs in close, pulling them together so that she wasn't so exposed, and lifted herself up to a seated position.

Her eyes scanned the area. They were in what looked like some crude house, and the two Sharpklaw were the only ones here besides herself. She was on a rough bed, stuffed with some sort of plant, and it was prodding her more unpleasantly than she expected. A glance down told her that they had taken her clothes as well, leaving her with nothing to cover her chest, her feet, or her groin. Not good, she thought, a blush rising to her cheeks as she realized how exposed she was.

But she was not going to give up just because she couldn't cover herself. "What is the meaning of this?" Krystal asked in their language, summoning as much of a glare as she could. "Where are my clothes, and why did you touch me in such a manner?"

Neither Sharpklaw seemed intimidated by her. Instead, one looked amused, and the one that she had kicked looked a little angry. And neither one seemed inclined to answer any questions.

In the silence, Krystal took a moment to look at them. They were both light scaled, yellow, and both wore leather armor over their torsos, with their groins covered with nothing more than a loincloth. Both were barefoot as well; apparently boots were not commonly issued to dinosaurs, if they even made any at all. The two of them were well muscled as well, more muscled than she was, and though Krystal knew a few fighting tricks, she doubted that she could take the two of them in a real fight. One, maybe, but both? Impossible.

The one she'd kicked stepped forward, ignoring her glare. He grabbed her by the breast, and Krystal was helpless to stop him as he started squeezing her. "You better learn to not ask questions, slut," the lizard said with a glare.

"I'm not - OW!" she shrieked as his claws pricked at her nipple, almost breaking the skin with the pinch.

"Maybe you should just learn to shut up in general," the Sharpklaw said. "You're just a slut for the army, now; after the General saw you in the palace, saw you in that crystal, he decided that he wanted you. And until he decides that he's ready for you, he's giving you to the rest of us to 'train' you and get you ready for servicing him."

"What...what do you mean, train?" Krystal hissed through clenched teeth. It couldn't mean what she thought it meant, could it? The Sharpklaw couldn't be that bad, couldn't be that ruthless as to think that they could do what she was thinking of.

The two soldiers chuckled to each other, the older one stepping forward. His hands forced her legs apart, and he shoved one scaly digit into her pussy. It went in deep on the first thrust, and Krystal could only clench her teeth at the way that it violated her.

The finger was thicker than she thought it was, and it was covered in scales, giving it an utterly different sensation than her own, smoother fingers felt like inside her. It was about the thickness of two of her fingers, and the bumps the scales formed stimulated her in a way that she hated, but her body loved. He plunged his finger into her several times, going all the way down to his palm before pulling back and repeating the motion, and she could feel her pussy responding to the large, thick intruder, getting moist for the lizard.

As he kept fingering her, the Sharpklaw grinned. "You're gonna be a good whore for the men, if you get wet that easy. But I think we got something better."

"What can be better than this?" the soldier at her breasts asked. Both of his hands rubbed against her breasts now, fondling them, squeezing them to the point of making her wince in pain. His hands were not quite big enough to fondle her breasts completely, unable to cover them fully, but damn if he wasn't trying.

"A whore's good, but a slut's better." The finger left her pussy as the soldier it was attached to stepped back, walking over towards a shelf on the other side of the room. "Where'd they put that rut-leaf?"

The hands on her breasts went still, and the younger soldier whipped his head around. "Wait, you're going to give her that?! I thought that was for soldiers only!"

"Heh, shows what you know. Ah, here it is." The older soldier - and slightly taller, Krystal noticed absently - reached up to the shelf, pulling down a large bottle with a fire mark on it. It was the only glass container on the shelf, and it was big enough that the Sharpklaw had to hold it by the neck, where it narrowed significantly. The bottom half of it was at least the size of his fist, if not bigger. The clear bottle showed a thick syrup moving around in response to the soldier's movements.

The lizard carried it back to his partner, holding the bottle up in front of Krystal's face. "See this?"

She nodded. "What...what is it?"

"This is rut-leaf," the scaly soldier said with a grin, his partner smiling and showing all of his teeth. "We soldiers get this all the time, every meal. Makes us big and strong, and makes us fight longer and better than if we didn't have it."

Krystal couldn't help but think that the name didn't make a lot of sense if it only had that effect, but the soldier answered her question before she could ask it. "Give to females, though, and they turn into sluts. Total sluts. It's like heat or something, but better. Can't resist any kind of sex, no matter how much they hate it."

The bottle, already intimidating, suddenly seemed like something that had crawled out of the deepest, darkest part of the galaxy. It loomed before her like a monster, and Krystal backpedaled away from the two scaly soldiers. Her back slammed against the wall almost immediately, no more than a pace away, and the lizards stepped forward to keep close. "Stay away from me with that thing! I won't drink it!"

"Heh, I wasn't going to make you drink it...you'll get it another way." The soldier grinned at his partner, and the two of them rushed forward, tackling her. Their combined weight shoved her back on the bed, and one soldier sat on her chest, pinning her down against the bed, and his feet pressed against her arms, sharp claws on the toes threatening to cut her arms open if she struggled around too much, or made too much of a nuisance of herself.

The other dinosaur, the one holding the bottle, was between her legs. He shoved them apart, and wedged himself between them, keeping them spread open no matter how much she struggled to force them shut.

She heard him pop the cork on the bottle, and the vixen's eyes went wide as she felt the bottle's tip touch her pussy, the glass just a bit colder than her body temperature. Squirming did nothing, but she fought against her captors anyway, whimpering and shaking her head from side to side as she begged, "Please, please don't do this! I don't want this!"

"Doesn't matter what you want right now, but in a minute, you're going to want this more than you wanted anything else in your life," the soldier said out of sight. "Heh, I've only put this in the mouth of females before, but I've heard the stories of what happens when you put it in their pussy. They go crazy. Let's see just how true that is."

And with that, Krystal felt the bottle shift. The end of it was shoved inside of her like some obscene toy, ramming into her about twice the length of the Sharpklaw's finger, and only stopping when it reached the fat bottom of it. It almost felt like the soldier was trying to push that in, too, considering the pressure she felt against her pussy from the end of it. Her pussy almost felt like it would rip if he pushed much harder.

But that was nothing compared to the syrupy stuff that was coming out of it and filling her pussy up. The stuff was thick, gooey, and more than a little warm. It was like...almost like the flowing, hot stuff that some of the planets she visited put over morning food, but hotter, and maybe just a little bit thicker.

As it filled her, Krystal could feel her body pulling that heat in, and it magnified. The vixen's eyes went wide as she felt her crotch start to burn with heat, a familiar burning need building down there. Her breath sped up immediately, and her body started to break out in a sweat, not to mention other fluids leaking from between her legs.

"Hey, I think it's working!" the Sharpklaw on her chest said, and her attention was drawn to him. Against her will, her eyes dropped down to the loincloth he wore, the rough leather already starting to rise up. Whether that was from seeing her pinned like this, naked and unwilling, or because he was reacting to her building scent, she didn't know, but she could see that he was growing, getting hard. The bulge was unmistakably big, and she whimpered softly before she could stop herself.

The heat building between her legs passed the familiar needy warmth of her heat and reached something else. Her thoughts blurred as the heat seemed to spread through her body, running through her stomach and up through her chest, down through her legs. It was like a prickling heat, but where that itched and burned, this burned and tingled. Beneath her fur, she could feel everything, her entire body crying out for the touch of something, someone. Her breath came faster, and even her tongue seemed to feel the effects of her heat, craving unspeakable things.

Even under her tail the heat spread, her ass starting to twitch lightly even as her pussy tightened and released, clenching and releasing on air. Both holes were hungry, and she knew that the Sharpklaw between her legs would be able to see everything going on.

She should be blushing at that thought, or whimpering, or feeling something other than the massive excitement that seemed to be all her body could care about. The heat between her legs was only barely soothed by the feeling of her juices running down, the sensation of pussy juice running along her nether lips, over her twitching, puckering ass hole, and then pooling under her. It was already a large puddle, and it was only growing bigger.

Everything that remained at the core of her being railed at the way that her body betrayed her, doing its best to fight against the growing, burning, consuming need, but it was a losing fight. Her arms no longer wanted to shove the soldier on her chest off; they wanted to strip him, pull his cock into his mouth. Her legs no longer wanted to shut; they wanted to be flung open to entice any passing male in between them, and have them fuck her silly.

Even the thoughts of resistance were rapidly fading away, falling apart to be replaced with thoughts of what she could do, what she could give these soldiers so that they would take her, fuck her, fill her with their seed. She wanted, needed it bad, and she whimpered and moaned and whined under the two soldiers.

The one on her chest had finally reached erection, his shaft pushing aside the now-useless loincloth, and only a small part of her mind could feel disgusted at her reaction as she drooled looking at it. It was a massive specimen of manhood, hard and thick, reaching a full eight inches long as it stuck out of his crotch by her measuring. It was as thick as four of her fingers as well, guaranteed to make her feel it as it pushed into her -

"Remember, neither of us get to have her pussy."

What?

The other soldier had the same reaction, turning to look at the one between her legs. The older one chuckled a bit, dragging a finger along Krystal's pussy. Just that little touch made her squirm on the bed, pushing her halfway to orgasm in that little touch. "You don't think that the General is going to share this thing with us fully, do you? Nah, we get to 'train' her and use her however the hell we want, but he's the one that gets to use her pussy first."

The vixen moaned softly as she squirmed around on the bed, her body burning with lust. She thrust her hips in the air after the Sharpklaw's retreating fingers, but he was already out of reach, his hands resting at his own groin, she assumed. "Please...please...one of you..." She couldn't believe the words were coming to her lips, but her mind was too far gone to disagree with her, let alone try and stop her needs. "Please...fuck me!"

Both of the scaly soldiers laughed to themselves, slowly getting off of her. As soon as their weight was off of her, Krystal's hands went to her groin. Shoving fingers from both hands inside of her soaked depths, she fingered herself roughly, quickly, and in seconds felt the pleasure of an orgasm wash over her. Her body shivered as her orgasm exploded through her, and her pussy squirted her, adding even more juices to the soaked bed, filling the entire room with her scent.

Just that one orgasm was not anywhere near enough, though, and her body still burned with the need for relief. Her mouth watered with the need for cock and cum in her mouth, and though her pussy might be off limits, she had another hole under her tail, another hole that could be exploited, used, filled until it leaked with cum. She was vaguely aware that the thought of any male using her like that would have been repulsive in the past, but she didn't care about that now. The vixen was in heat - worse than in heat - and she needed some sort of fucking. At this point, she didn't really care what did the fucking as long as something did.

Both of the Sharpklaw looked like they were ready, as well. The loincloths that they wore were really useless once they got hard, she thought; both of them were sporting big lengths, one eight inches and the other nine, and under each cock was a heavy set of balls, yellow as the rest of their bodies. They smirked at her as she slowly got on her knees, crawling across the earthen floor of the house towards them.

As she stared at their cocks, she could feel the arousal, the heat, the foggy lust in her mind getting worse. She could hardly think at all; thinking of how to pleasure them, even thoughts of how to get them to cum quick and make her cum too, were gone. All that was left was a single word, repeating over and over in her head.

Fuck...

Fuck...

FUCK!

She sped up as she approached the two of them, almost charging like a beast by the time she reached them. Her mouth opened and she sucked the eight inch cock, pulling it all the way into her throat with a single move. Any other time, she would have been shocked that she did that, but she didn't question it, holding her mouth down against the base of his cock, filling her nose with his strange but utterly enticing and arousing musk.

Her tail flicked up and to the side, and she gestured with her hand and several grunts for the other soldier to get behind her. She wasn't sure just how clear she was, but it seemed that he got the message, because he started moving shortly after she turned her attention back to the cock in her mouth. His claws stroked through her fur, combing it as it was soaked with her sweat and her juices from the bed, and she trembled under his touch, her pussy clamping down on empty air in its desperate need.

The taste of the Sharpklaw was like nothing else she had ever encountered. There was a raw salty taste to his cock and pre, sort of an unwashed flavor as well, as though she was tasting him and all the other partners that he had ever had. But there was something under all of that, some sort of taste that she couldn't quite identify. Some sort of...syrupy...hot taste? That was the only thing she could think of to describe it, but it was spread over the taste and smell of his groin, like it was a part of him, and it only made her need go higher and higher with each breath and lick she gave his cock.

Even as she started bobbing up and down on the Sharpklaw's cock, though, she felt the other soldier grab her by the tail, pulling it up higher. The firm grip made her gasp, and the stretching pressure of his cock slamming inside of her - with no more lube than his pre and the pussy juice still on her hole - made her yelp. Yet, despite the rough handling, she moaned right after, her body feeling some relief at the feeling of his cock inside her. Any relief, however slight, was welcome in this raging lust inferno.

Panting and groaning, she surrendered herself to the two Sharpklaw, letting them use her as they would. Her ass clenched on the cock inside, and she swallowed hard on the cock that fucked down her throat. The taste and smell surrounded her, leaving her with little else to engage her senses except for the pounding she was getting from both sides.

Krystal was hardly a virgin, but she had never been fucked like this before, not with this ferocity and not by dicks like the Sharpklaw had. Not only were they utterly huge, but they were scaled, pebbled, bumpy just like their fingers and the rest of their bodies were, rubbing at her insides in a way that was both foreign and - to her addled mind - ridiculously pleasurable. She moaned loudly as she felt their balls slapping against her chin and against her pussy, feeling the heat of their pre running through her, filling her holes up as much as their cocks were.

Their claws held her still, leaving her no control. All she could do was ride along as they yanked her back and forth, one pulling her back against his cock, only to be pulled away by the other a second later. Her pussy spasmed again in an orgasm from the cock up her ass alone, and she moaned around the one in her throat.

Her eyes flickered, barely able to stay open as she was taken, fucked. All she could see was the yellow crotch scales of the Sharpklaw fucking her throat, all she could hear moans and the wet slurps of cocks going in and out of her holes, the wet slap of balls against her chin and her pussy.

And through it all, she only craved more, begged for more. The Sharpklaw held her tight, but she knew that if they let her go for even a second, she would stay right where she was, fucking them even if they stopped fucking her. Her body needed it, craved it. Her pussy spasmed again, clenching down on empty space, and she was reminded again of just how badly she wanted to be filled in all three holes.

Suddenly, the Sharpklaw filling her throat rammed himself forward, shoving his cock all the way down her throat. Her nose was pressed right up against his crotch, her nostrils sealed against the scales in a way that prevented any air from getting in. The cock in her throat was so big that she couldn't even breathe around it. Even in her lust-addled mind, she could tell that she would suffocate in seconds.

But she was being hammered so hard from behind she could barely care about it. Her hands came up from the floor, pressing lightly against the yellow thighs in token resistance, but her strength was as nothing compared to the soldiers. Her vision started to go black as she was held tight, both by the hands on the back of her head and the impacts of the cock sliding into her ass again and again, shoving her forward again and again.

She tried to gasp, but no air came in. Her lungs were on fire, a fire that was not nearly as pleasant as the rest of the fire devouring her senses. She wanted, desperately wanted to get free; wanted, desperately wanted to stay where she was.

She felt the cum in her ass as the Sharpklaw behind her came, thrusting through his orgasm, even as she faded into the black of unconsciousness...

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"Ugh...my ass," Krystal muttered against her rough pillow. She groaned as she reached behind her, rubbing herself lightly. She was slightly surprised to find herself without anything covering her ass, but as her memories came back, she could only blush and shake her head.

She pulled herself up to a sitting position, burying her face in her hands as she remembered how she'd acted. How she'd begged for their cocks, their cum; how she'd taken one of them under her tail and let them fuck her hard; how one had rammed their cock down her throat and then held it there until she went unconscious. Who knew what had happened after that, too? The way that her ass felt, it might have ended with the one Sharpklaw taking it, but even as she sat there, she could feel more cum leaking out from inside of her, more cum than one male could have possibly put up there.

"So, you're awake."

The vixen looked up immediately, standing up and falling into a fighting pose. Her body groaned as she moved, and she felt more pain from the movement than she would have liked, but she didn't let it show on her face as she looked around for the speaker.

She was in a different place, she realized immediately. Rather than a place that looked like a house, this one looked almost like a bar, or an inn, or something along those lines. Different tables were laid around, and she realized that she had not been in a bed this time. Instead, she'd just been given a pillow while laying on a table, and there were quite a few cum stains around where she must have been laying. Krystal didn't even want to look at herself, fearful of just how filthy she must look at this point after laying there for who knew how long.

Eventually, she locked eyes with another dinosaur behind the counter. She was a little surprised to see that he wasn't a Sharpklaw, but another kind of reptile. He stood on longer legs, and he had a pair of short arms in close to his chest. Lithe and lean, he looked more suited to running around than anything else, which, considering how Sharpklaw probably got when they had to wait for anything, was probably a good thing for a bartender here to have.

He nodded at her. "Looks like they enjoyed their first round with you. You were out for quite a while after they brought you in, you know," the dinosaur said.

Figuring that he probably wasn't a threat if he was just going to talk with her like this, Krystal brought her arms down, one covering her chest while the other covered her groin. "If it's alright, do you think you could tell me where I could find some clothes? I don't want to run around naked if I don't have to," she said.

"If you think that I'm stupid enough to give you clothes, then you're stupider than I thought you were," the dinosaur said with a shake of his head. "The rules for sluts are pretty simple. They go around naked, they let people fuck them however they want - and return the favor, most of the time - and in return, they get food and can go about their business pretty much however they want. Pretty good deal on this planet."

"But I'm not a - "

"You looked like one while you were here," the scaly male said. "Sure, you were out for a while, but after the first couple of guys got off on your face and tits, you were up and doing all sorts of things."

She blushed, but despite herself, she couldn't quite keep herself from asking the question. "What...what was I doing, after I woke up? I can't remember."

He shrugged. "Eh, lots of stuff, but I wasn't watching the whole time. From what I remember, though, they got pretty much every bit of you that they could. Didn't get your pussy, though; you sick or something?"

If there had been a way to kill with a look, the dinosaur would have fallen over dead in an instant. As it was, he just held up his hands defensively. "Hey, nothing meant by it. Just asking." He shook his head. "You did have a cock in your ass, mouth, between your breasts, one in each hand...hell, some of the soldiers were even getting off on your feet. No idea what that was about, but they used any part of you that they could reach to get off."

That sounded about right, Krystal thought. She would have liked to deny it all, to say that none of it was true, but considering the way that it rung true in her head, she had to admit that it was at least possible. And the evidence on her body suggested that it was, even if she couldn't remember it directly. Though she refused to look at herself, the vixen did feel the evidence of cum across her chest, her stomach, and pretty much everywhere else. Just shifting her weight, she felt something slimy rubbing between her toes and along the bottoms of her feet. She shivered, some small part of her liking it, and that scared her.

Well, now she knew how they planned to use her. And she wasn't going to stay here any longer than she had to. "What's the nearest way off planet?" Krystal asked.

"I thought you wanted clothes?" he asked, raising a scale over his eye.

"I'll find them on the way. What's the nearest place to get a ride off planet?"

"Do you really think that I'm going to help you get away? The Sharpklaw - "

"Are not here. And they'll never hear what happened from me, I give you my word." Krystal leaned over the bar, hesitantly letting the arm over her breasts fall. As she expected, the bartender's eyes drifted downwards. It made her sick to use her body like this, but she would do anything to get the hell out of here before the Sharpklaw decided to use her again, let alone bring out that rut-leaf stuff again. "I promise, if you tell me where to go, I'll never tell the Sharpklaw what happened here. I'll run as far and as fast as I can, and if I'm caught, they'll just think that I ran off on my own."

His eyes stayed glued to her breasts for a little while, but he eventually sighed and shook his head lightly. "Alright, alright," the bartender dinosaur said with a shake of his head. Pointing out the door, he said, "Follow the path out there to the edge of the camp, and then run into the forest. If you can keep a straight line, you'll eventually make your way to Thorntail Hollow. There's a Warpstone there, and if you can get him to help you, he can send you someplace safe. And before you ask, I have no idea how you can get him to help you, but that's your best bet."

"Thank you, sir," Krystal said with a nod of her head. She stepped back, unable to bring herself to cover her breasts again as she walked away. His eyes watched her with every step, and it made her blush. The vixen told herself it was because she didn't want to be stared at, that she was just paying a debt by letting him get a look, but there was a part of her that liked it more than she wanted to admit.

As she left the building, she was surprised at what she saw. The building stood at the bottom of a hill, and there was a small dirt path that had been trekked a great many times. It was beaten down by many footprints, the grass and other plants that grew around the path trampled away by the steps of the Sharpklaw. One path went up the hill, towards a large cluster of tents, while the other led towards a forest in the distance, maybe a two minute run if she went at full speed.

She looked up and down the path, noting the couple of Sharpklaw patrols that were around. They moved in trios, and Krystal knew that if she was caught by any of them, she would have more than just being brought back to this building to worry about. She shivered softly at the thought, shaking her head a few times as she forced herself to calm down. She could make it. She could make it.

After watching them long enough to get the timing for their patrol down, Krystal slowly stepped out of the building. Her tail wrapped around her chest, and her toes curled against the earth below. She could feel some of the dirt turn to mud against the goo on her feet, but forced herself to ignore the way that it would have made her react. Her ass dripped lightly, still oozing some of the cum from her antics while unconscious...and conscious, she was forced to admit. Just because she couldn't remember it didn't mean that it didn't happen.

Still, she forced herself to ignore the feeling of that gooey stuff running down her legs, past her knees and down her calves, dripping to the ground. It was doubtlessly leaving some sort of trail, but if she could get enough distance away from this place, it wouldn't matter. She just needed to keep moving.

The patrols were behind her now, but she kept moving quietly, not wanting to alert anyone. Her bushy blue tail wrapped around her front, covering her chest and a bit of her groin. It did make it a little harder to move quickly, but she would take that until she was out of sight. She had some pride left, after all, and she wasn't going to...wasn't going to...

Losing her train of thought for a moment, Krystal paused near the edge of the forest, shaking her head to try and clear it. It didn't work, as her attention was focused instead on a strangely familiar smell. It was almost like that smell from the Sharpklaw earlier, except it was deeper, almost a darker sort of smell. But the smell still had the hot undercurrent to it that the other Sharpklaws had, and almost against her will, Krystal found herself being drawn to it. What little control she still had insisted that she would get back to the escape in a little bit, but she needed to see what this smell was first.

She turned off of the path and into a small glen that was near the inn she'd left behind. The shadows of the trees were still, and the trees themselves kept most of the wind off, so the smell was even stronger in here. With every step she took, the musky, hot smell got stronger and stronger, and despite herself, the vixen could feel the heat between her legs coming back, feel her pussy starting to get wet again.

NO! she shouted in her head. NO NO NO! But her body didn't listen. It continued to carry her on towards the smell, carrying her towards the source of the smell, and with each step she took, her pussy got a bit wetter, her nipples got a little bit harder, and her ass started to twitch again, puckering in anticipation of being filled like her other holes did. Even her tongue started to crave the taste of Sharpklaw cum again, any cum, anything that a male wanted to give her.

Her mind rapidly retreated as her body gained control, and with a few more steps, she stumbled upon the source of the smell. Literally stumbled on it, falling and landing with her nose almost right against a set of musky, green, scaly balls.

Slowly, she brought her eyes upwards, trailing across the body of the balls owner. He was big, green for the most part though with a bit of lighter green scales along his belly. Muscles covered his body from the waist to the neck, thick and rippling under the thick covering of scales he had, and ran down his arms and legs as well. One hand ended with a hook, a two pronged metal piece of nastiness, and she shivered as the limb lifted up, the pointed ends brushing at the back of her head. Were she sober, she would have felt fear at the touch, but instead she only murred softly, sticking her tongue out and licking the big pair of balls in front of her.

"Hehehe, so the slut is ready for her master," the dinosaur muttered in her ear, and she moaned softly as he reached out with his hand, reaching around her and rubbing her pussy lips directly. "So wet, you little bitch. I knew that rut-leaf would get to you. It always gets to the females, always."

Master...this was her master? That meant...

"It's been a long time since I've seen a female so very eager for her General," he said with a laugh. His cock throbbed before her eyes, and despite the small spark of fear his title brought to her heart, Krystal couldn't focus on it in comparison to the wonder before her. She wanted his cock, wanted it in her mouth and in all of her holes. She wanted to feel it ramming her hard, feel it throbbing inside of her as it spilled its load. As she thought of all those things, only the claw at the back of her neck kept her from reaching out and sucking on it right now.

The General grinned down at her before shoving a finger into her pussy. The thick digit pushed her over the edge again, her pussy spasming around his claw as she came hard, squirting her juices over his fingers from the touch to her sensitive nethers. Her whole body shivered, trembled in pleasure as the heat and sensitivity from before came rushing back, leaving her panting and gasping for air.

"Heh, you want to know a secret, slut?" the General asked. She nodded blindly, and he continued. "That rut-leaf in you is a very interesting herb here on our planet. It's powerful. For males, it makes us stronger, faster, and gives us more stamina in working or fighting. For females, though, it drives them absolutely crazy, at least for the first couple doses. But after that, they just have a higher than usual libido...unless they find a male that's been having the rut-leaf too.

"There's something about the way it works in our system. It makes our scent stronger, and turns you into this slutty little thing you are now. You can't help it, and you don't want to help it. If you smell this, if you smell any male that has been eating rut-leaf, you'll do anything to get a taste of his cock, do anything to get a taste and feel of him. You just...can't...help...it."

The vixen could only barely hear him, the knowledge going somewhere in her mind, but all she cared about was the cock in front of her. That magnificent, scaly shaft that was over a foot long, that cock that was pebbled and studded in ways that the other Sharpklaws could only dream of; she wanted it inside her. Her ass, her pussy, her mouth; any hole and all of them, she wanted to feel it splitting her open, filling her up, fucking her hard and fast.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "This is wasted on you. Get on all fours, slut. I'm going to fuck you right into the ground, and then take you back to the inn to let the rest of my army have their fun with you."

She barely had to hear the order before she got on all fours in the glen. The ground was clear, nothing more than grass and earth, and she was comfortable on all fours as she turned her ass towards the great dinosaur general. She lifted her tail before looking back at him, shaking her ass back and forth a few times. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." she repeated, barely knowing that she was doing it, only knowing that she needed to be filled, needed to be fucked, needed to be leaking cum right now.

Her partner did not disappoint. Grabbing her with the claw under the belly just firmly enough to keep her from pulling away - as if she would - with his claw, he used his hand to grab her by the hip. She could feel his cock between her legs, his wet tip rubbing between her thighs. The end of it leaked pre fast enough and in enough quantity that she could feel it getting smeared around her legs as though it were some ointment or gel. She moaned softly, and pushed her ass up higher in response.

As he rubbed the head of his cock directly against her pussy, it was like she was perpetually on the verge of orgasm. Her body was shaking, and her breath came in little more than pants, and with every touch, she was sure that she was going to cum, but it was never quite enough, never quite enough to yank her the rest of the way over the edge. The General was teasing her, punishing her for being a bad girl and running away. He had to -

With a wet splurt and slurp, the General's massive cock pushed inside of her. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a silent scream, her body seizing up in a massive orgasm as she came again. The General was still as he held her still, letting her cum hard on and around his cock. She could see him smirking, could see how he was almost mocking her with that look for cumming so easily, but she couldn't care less. She was cumming, and the pleasure was giving her some slight relief to the heat between her legs.

When she stopped squirming around, stopped squirting on her General's cock, then he started to fuck her. Krystal's eyes remained wide open, but her muzzle turned up in an ecstatic grin as he took her, his cock spreading her pussy open even wider than the other soldiers had opened her ass. She felt it pushing in, touching places that nobody else had ever been. She was not a virgin, by any means, but even the best of her old lovers had never reached as far into her as the General touched now.

And his scent...his scent filled the glen. Her nose couldn't smell the dirt, the smell of animals, or anything else, only the hot smell of his musk and her juices mixing together. The heat between her legs, momentarily assuaged by her orgasm, came roaring back at full force as he started fucking her, and though he held her, she started bucking back against him, bucking against every thrust into her to an attempt to drive it in deeper and deeper.

He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back as he rammed into her, hard. His balls rested against her clit, the scaly surface pushing her almost halfway towards another orgasm of her own. Her body was so oversensitized that she was half sure that a breeze could put her over the edge if it was forceful enough.

His lips brushed her ear, and she shivered as he whispered, "You are a slut...you will always be a slut..." General Scales said. "A proper slut...taunting everybody...and satisfying everyone that asks. Forever."

A protest...an argument...something should have come to her lips. Some sort of argument, even in this state, should have come out, something that would tell him that she still had some control, that there was some part of her that didn't enjoy this. Krystal should have done something.

Yet, all she did was wrap her tail around him, the fuzzy appendage stroking his side. His chuckle filled her ears and mind, mocking laughter mixing with masculine musk in her senses as he leaned back, and got back to fucking her again.

Once more her world devolved to the feeling of his cock between her legs, the feeling of being rammed open, the sensation of his balls battering against her clit. Her thoughts were banished again, replaced only with the need for another thrust, another deep filling slam of his cock into her pussy.

She lost track of the number of times she came around his cock, clamping on it like a vise every time, yet the General continued to ride out her orgasms, thrusting through them hard enough to make her breasts bounce up and down, flopping up and down against her chest. She heard the impacts as well as felt them, and moaned louder to encourage the big dinosaur to take her harder.

Eventually, though, he did hit his edge. She felt him thrust deep inside of her one more time, and then hold himself there. His cock throbbed inside of her, almost feeling like it was growing another inch or two in width...and then exploded.

The flood of cum inside of her was like nothing she had felt before, her toes and her fingers curling tightly as it flooded her pussy and then squirted back out, blasting out along with the squirt from her umpteenth orgasm, flowing down to the ground below to add to the musk of this glen. She slumped limp against the ground, just hanging from the General's cock as he filled her with his seed.

Even as she panted softly, he reached down and picked her up with his hand, slinging her over her shoulder. She could feel his seed leaking out of her gaping pussy, dripping over his chest as he carried her, and despite it all, despite the relief she should have gotten from the heavy pounding she had just gotten, all she could think of was...how to get more. Vaguely she was aware of something sliding into her ass, some gooey syrup sliding in. A burn, familiar, filled her ass. It was almost like the cum from the Sharpklaw before, but the heat spread through her...adding to her lust...fuel on the fire burning between her legs.

She wasn't aware of how long she was on his shoulder, but the vixen did grunt as she was tossed down on a table. Slowly she looked around, seeing the glinting eyes, toothy grins, and tenting loincloths of at least a dozen different Sharpklaw in the inn. The General reached down, ramming his finger in and out of her stretched pussy a few times before holding his cummy fingers up. "I have claimed her. Use the slut as you will until I get bored again," General Scales said before turning and leaving the room.

There wasn't even a second's gap between the General's words and his soldier's actions, as they leaped from their seats and onto Krystal's table. The musk, that heated musk, surrounded her again, and her mind went blank as her body surrendered to her lusts once more, falling deep into the burning heat between her legs, the need for cock, for cum, for sex that spread throughout her whole body.

Her mouth opened as her body was grabbed, moved, manipulated, and it was filled with two cocks at once, the massive shafts stretching her lips to wincing discomfort, but she didn't care. Two cocks went up her ass at once, even as another cock went in her pussy, but she didn't stop them. Brutish hands held her up from the ground as she was moved to the best position for them to take their fun. Shafts, leaking pricks pressed at her from all sides, rubbing her fur, leaving new marks amidst the old marks of cum, staining her fur with pre and in some early cases, cum.

She felt their cocks in her hands, pressing against her feet. She felt them cum, filling her and covering her, only to be replaced by another set, teasing and pleasing her even as she served as nothing more than their source of relief. Every cock was another potential source of relief, whoever it was pressed or wherever it filled, and she welcomed each and every one of them to do whatever they wanted to her.

#

"Ugh," Krystal groaned softly as she gradually woke up. Her body felt like it was soaked in...something, and just about everything felt it had been stretched further than her body was really supposed to stretch.

She couldn't remember much, but as she lay still, she could recall a few flickers, a few little pieces of what had happened. Fragments, nothing more than fragments, but once she started recalling them, she couldn't stop the flashbacks.

Dancing on the table after that first rush, showing off everything she had while cum leaked from her stretched holes...

Straddling one Sharpklaw, bouncing up and down on his cock, letting it go deep in her pussy while she stroked and sucked three other males in front of her...

Getting her throat fucked while her legs were held wide, one Sharpklaw in her ass ramming himself in deep with every thrust...

And finally, the great indignation of having her body covered in their cum. That was the final memory, and she was almost afraid to open her eyes and look at the mess that the soldiers had left her. But she knew that eventually she would have to. It wasn't like she could stay here for the rest of her life, and there was no way that she could get away while holding her eyes closed.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked down at herself. The mess was worse than she expected. Her entire front was covered in hardened and semi-hardened streams of cum. Her breasts were almost completely covered, with barely any fur uncovered from the various orgasms of the horny lizards. Her stomach hadn't fared much better, and the blue fur on her muzzle was completely covered with the thick seed of the dinosaurs.

She pulled herself up, groaning softly at the strain that she felt run through her muscles in the process. Her legs were as covered as her stomach, and she could feel the sticky ooze along her back as well, having soaked in during her rest apparently. Her toes were slicker than she remembered from the last time she blacked out, too, so the lizards must have taken the time to use every part of her body. The slightest movement of her toes reminded her of the cum that had been sprayed over them, and Krystal shook her head a bit at the feeling of cum covering her entire body.

Something smooth rubbed her thighs as she sat up, and she looked down. Her eyes went wide at the sight. Two glass bottles, the same size as the one that had been shoved in her pussy before, were rammed right between her legs. The stretched feeling made sense now, considering that there was one of those bottles in her ass and one in her pussy, and both bore the symbol of the rut-leaf that the first pair of Sharpklaw had shown her. Just how much of a dose had been poured into her? She didn't remember having those bottles getting shoved in her at all.

Reaching down, she slowly pulled each one out, unwillingly feeling some pleasure from the simple friction of the bottles sliding against her insides. It should not have felt that good, but there was obviously still a good bit of the chemical going through her system, if it was affecting her that much. She only hoped that she would be able to get through this without any more...scenes...like the one that had happened in the inn earlier.

The vixen pulled herself to her feet slowly, taking a few tentative steps along the wooden floor. Her room was small, and had nothing to protect her privacy other than a sheet of leather or skin over the door frame, but at least she wasn't in the open room of that inn again. If she had woken up on a table again, she wasn't sure if her dignity could take it. It had been bad enough the first time, but a second time would have been too much.

Krystal looked down at her body again, and tried to brush some of the cum from her fur. The hardened stuff, crusty along her fur, did come off a bit, but the rest of it, the loads that hadn't had the time to solidify and harden yet, only were pushed deeper into her fur. After a few attempts to get it off, she stopped bothering. There was no use to it, and further attempts to get it out would only rub the scent of the Sharpklaw further into her fur.

As it was, it felt like she was swimming through their musk, and the scent of her own arousal only made the situation worse. She shook her head a few times to try and clear it, but no matter what, she couldn't escape the simple fact that her pussy was oozing with juices that weren't just from the dinosaurs. She couldn't escape the fact that she was wet as hell, and it wasn't going away no matter how hard she tried to not think about what she'd been put through. Even the thought of one of the Sharpklaw coming up here...with that loincloth pushed to the side by his big...thick...

She slapped herself, groaning. "I have to get out of here," the vixen muttered under her breath.

Taking stock of the room, it was clear that there was nothing here that could help her. The bottles that had been shoved up her holes might give her momentary weapons against the Sharpklaw, but not reliable ones. She had no armor, no clothes, and unless she could sneak up behind them, she'd only get them angry with her if she bothered using them. And that was if she could get close to them without going crazy again.

Now that she was sober again - at least, close to sober - she could remember what Scales had told her in the glen. The chemical in her system...it interacted with the scents that came from other males that had the same chemical. Something in it made her go crazy if she smelled males that had ingested it. Considering that the other Sharpklaw had eaten it with every meal, and probably still were, that meant that being around any of the Sharpklaw would turn her into the ravening whore that she remembered flickers of being. The cock tease, and the cock sucker, and cock fucker, and -

She slapped herself again, the blow only moderately successful, as her pussy was still oozing a great deal of juices. It disgusted her...at least, that was what she told herself.

Her room had nothing that she could take with her. The only thing in it other than the bed she was resting on was a candle on a shelf, and that had already burned down to almost nothing. That meant that her only way out of here was through stealth and luck. If she could avoid the Sharpklaw - a major difficulty in and of itself - she just needed to get to the jungle...and hope that Scales wasn't in the glen again near the jungle. If she could just get that far, then maybe, just maybe, she would be able to get free.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself and doing her best to ignore the smells coming off of her body, she left the room, pushing the skin aside.

She followed the hall, eventually finding a set of stairs. They only led upwards, so she followed them, walking on tip toe. All too conscious of the juices leaking down her legs, both the while juices of the males that she had fucked so hard and the clearer juices oozing from her now, Krystal made her way up to the top of the stairs. It was blocked by a rough wooden door, but there was no obvious lock. A slow turn on the knob proved that it was unlocked, and she slowly pushed it open.

The room wasn't familiar, but it had a few rough tables put together, each with a couple of chairs. An opening cut into the side of the building was the obvious exit, and she could see that it wasn't all that far from the jungle. Closer than the inn had been, anyway.

But there was a problem. Between her and the exit were two Sharpklaw, reclining in their chairs. They looked a little older, stronger, than the soldiers that had been fucking her so far, and she could see a few crude ornaments on their armor. Officers, maybe, she thought to herself. That might very well mean that they were smarter than the other Sharpklaw that she had seen so far, or at the very least, they would likely be a good bit tougher, better fighters, but either way, that meant that fighting her way past them was out of the question.

What was she going to do? There was no way that she could just surrender to this situation; nobody should be made into a slut like this, and even with just the barest hints of the old cum on her and the slight breeze going through the room, she could already feel the building heat between her legs. If she hadn't already had enough rut-leaf to turn her into a slut for anyone else that ate the damn stuff, she was pretty darn close.

But the only alternative to surrendering would be to go out there, and Krystal could already tell what would happen if she did that. She would go into slut mode, and she wouldn't be able to stop fucking them until she went unconscious. And...

Wait.

She thought about it for a moment. So far, she had been dealing with at least a dozen Sharpklaw at a time, and each time she blacked out, it was after she had been used a good bit. If she could focus on just these two, maybe keep them from knocking her out from blocking her throat with cock, then maybe she could outlast them. Though she couldn't remember all the things that she had done before, the vixen knew that she could never have lasted that long before in sex. As long as more Sharpklaw didn't come along, maybe she could outlast...outfuck...the two of them.

Cursing her body for urging her to go along with the idea - and the way that her pussy craved the thought of more of the crude, brutish dinosaurs showing up - she forced herself to think logically about it rather than emotionally. The facts of the matter were simple: either she went back to her room and surrendered herself to the fate of being a Sharpklaw slut for the rest of her life, or she took a chance and used the only weapon that she had left to use. No matter how degrading it might be, if it led to her freedom, was it really all that wrong to use her looks and her sex to get out of this?

Ignoring the gushing juices of her pussy, Krystal slowly pushed the door open the rest of the way.

The slight creaking sound of the door caught the attention of the Sharpklaw immediately, and they grinned at her as she approached them. Neither wore their loincloths, and their cocks were already starting to harden. Whether it was from her nudity or the fact that she smelled like she was in season, she had no idea, but her body was reacting in turn. A moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it, and one of her hands dropped down to her pussy, two fingers sliding into her pussy instantly. A rapidly shrinking part of her mind was shocked at the looseness she found there, allowing her to slide all four fingers inside of herself, and almost her thumb as well, but the rest of her mind only found it to be...right. Correct. Natural. A slut should be able to take any cock, after all, and she knew that she was loose enough to take both of these fine specimens of manhood.

Almost fisting herself as she walked forward, the vixen slowly reached out with her other hand, grabbing one of the males by his hardening cock, and then turning to the other. "Mmmm, what are the two of you doing?"

"Keeping an eye on you, little slut," the one she held by the cock said. "We're here to make sure that you don't make another little run for the forest."

"But looks like you're getting really into your new job," the other one said, reaching down and groping himself, urging his cock up to hardness. He got up, brushing his cock against her lips. "Heh, why don't you give my cock a good suck, slut? I've been bored waiting for my turn with some of the tribe females, and I need to burn off a little steam."

Krystal chuckled, the sultry tone to her laugh only half faked. "Mmmm, I'll do more than suck on you, big guy," she said. She let go of the cock she held, standing up and pulling the chair the Sharpklaw sat on back. The action was a lot harder than it should have been, her body begging her to just go on all fours and get fucked hard, and it was getting harder and harder to resist as the two males got more and more erect, their musk getting stronger as they got aroused. She fought it, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could last.

When the seated scaly soldier was away from the table, she quickly sat on his lap, her legs spread around his. Her tail went up, laying over his shoulder, as she rubbed the head of his cock against her ass. She could feel the tip against her hole, and she could feel some cum oozing down on top of his cock.

Momentarily worried that the feel of another male's cum would deter him, she soon found that she didn't care. Her body moved before she could stop it, and she sat down on his cock, pushing the fat head of his shaft right up her ass. Shockingly, it didn't even feel like it was stretching her, didn't feel like it was pulling her open. Instead, it just slid in comfortingly, pleasurably, and she moaned as she slid right down to the base without the slightest problem.

The officer moaned behind her, and Krystal grinned, opening her legs. The other officer stared at her in shock, but slowly moved forward.

His cock rubbed against her gaping pussy as she took her hand away, and it took almost no effort for him to hilt in her. Krystal felt the cum still inside her get squished around by the new intruder, moaning at the sensation. The smell, the hot musk of the two dinosaurs...oh it was so strong...

She was losing her mind again, and she didn't care. Her body was on fire again, and her holes were only barely filled. She needed more. She needed to be fucked. "Mmm...take me..fuck me...use me!" Krystal moaned for them, bucking back and forth between the two cocks. Both would have been large to her before being captured by them, both thick, but now, she barely considered them average. "Come on...fuck me...fuck me hard!"

They needed no more encouragement than that. The one in her ass stood up rapidly, and they held her between them as they rocked her back and forth. Both of them handled her as though she weighed less than nothing, lifting and lowering her on their cocks hard and fast. Their claws and hands would leave bruises she was sure, but she didn't care. She wanted them, needed them, needed their cocks.

Even with how loose her holes were, she found herself enjoying the hammering fuck that they gave her. The vixen moaned into their ears, even as their rough hands squeezed her almost painfully. Her body was crushed between their muscular, scaly, hard chests, and she could feel the cum on her fur getting rubbed in further, the harder parts getting rubbed off on their scales. Neither of the soldiers seemed to care, only wanting the relief that her body could give them.

It didn't take long before she felt the cock in her ass erupt, spurting its load. It was hot and thick compared to the older cum inside her, and she panted as she clamped down on the cock in her pussy, orgasming around it as she felt her ass get filled with fresh seed.

The Sharpklaw back there wanted to stop, but she turned her head, pressing her lips firmly against him, clamping her ass down on his cock. "More!" she begged. That little bit in the back of her head that was her knew that she wasn't asking for more as part of the plan, knew it wasn't to exhaust her guard. She just wanted more...more sex...more cock...more cum...

And he gave it to her, growling and biting at her shoulders and neck as he did. His cock barely softened before hardening again, ramming up her ass again, moving in tandem to the one that fucked her from the front, freshly opening her pussy for his cock.

She came again, and again, and again, and on her third climax, the cock in her pussy returned the favor, spilling yet another load deep inside of her body. Shuddering at the feeling of yet more cum pumping inside of her body, Krystal wrapped her legs around the cock's owner. Her eyes opened wide, looking into the officer's eyes with furious need, her teeth bared in a grin of lust. "FUCK ME! AGAIN! FUCK! ME! AGAIN!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

There was a slight look of fear in the officer's eyes, but he was back to humping at her pussy in seconds, thrusting deep inside of her with every one. He joined his partner in biting at her, teeth breaking skin slightly, but the heat running through her blood left the vixen uncaring. All she wanted was cock, cum, cock, cum, sex!

They moved in a blur, even to her waking mind. More orgasms while held up like that, before one of the Sharpklaw fell onto the table. She got on top of him, and pulled the other officer on top of her back, riding them again, fucking them hard.

Off of the table, onto the floor, sucking one off while the other shoved his cock through the many loads in her ass and pussy, to leave another couple of them.

Jerking them off on her knees as they panted in exhaustion, pulling another load out of their balls and splattering it over her face.

Giving another relief with her tits, and grinding her feet against the near unconscious other until he emptied the last of his balls over her feet.

She wasn't sure how long she kept pushing them, but when her body finally calmed down enough to actually let her think again, both of the Sharpklaw were flat on their backs, panting with their eyes closed. Their cocks were in her hands, but no matter how she teased them, they wouldn't get up again. Her toys were out for the count, and she still needed more, needed more bad.

Her eyes drifted to the hole in the wall. Jungle. Jungle meant more things, maybe more dicks, more cum. She needed more.

She ran towards the trees, uncaring of how naked, how messy she was, only thinking of what else she could find out there.

#

The vixen ran along through the paths in the jungle for nearly an hour before she calmed down enough to be able to think again. She fell to her knees, dripping cum from her hair.

Krystal groaned softly as she remembered how much she had done, what she had gone through to exhaust the guards. Her hand moved to her pussy before she could stop it, rubbing her pussy as the thoughts of fucking those lizards both disgusted and turned her on. She couldn't pull it away, couldn't make it stop, and she whimpered as it pushed her to another orgasm. Not enough to relieve her, not enough at all.

"Please...make it stop...make it stop..." the vixen whispered, the heat burning in her veins, calling for a relief that she couldn't supply.

The sound of footsteps down the path brought her eyes up, but she was too tired to stand up again, too exhausted to pull her hand from her pussy. The slut in her hoped that it was a male, but the part of her that was more reasonable only hoped that she would be see someone who could help her.

A three toed foot came into view, attached to an orange scaled dinosaur. At first glance, she figured that he might be one of the same creatures as the bartender back at the Sharpklaw camp, but she couldn't swear to it. It seemed fairly likely, though, even highly possible, considering they had the same body type, and this one only had a different coloring. He wore a loincloth, but she could tell that it was a he, considering the orbs that hung below what the loincloth otherwise covered.

The fact that she could suppress the urge to leap on him and fuck his brains out told her that he hadn't been taking rut-leaf like the Sharpklaw, and she sighed in relief as he bent over near her. "Please...help me..." she whispered. Even though she suppressed the slut in her, she couldn't quite tell if she wanted him to help her get somewhere safe, or help her with the need between her legs.

He leaned down by her, smelling her a bit. "Sharpklaw?" the lithe scaly asked.

She nodded.

Slowly he reached down, picking her up. "Lightfoot. Take to Thorntail Hollow, if you pay?"

Krystal nodded, a small smile crossing her face. Oh, she could pay...she could pay...

They moved fast down the paths, the Lightfoot moving faster than she could believe. It almost felt like he was flying over the ground, and would have, if it wasn't for the sharp thuds every time he took one of those long steps. However, she wasn't going to complain, considering that it was taking her further and further away from the Sharpklaw village, and closer and closer to a place that she could actually get some help.

In what had to be less than an hour, the Lightfoot stopped. Krystal opened her eyes as she looked around.

Thorntail Hollow was just a little different from what she had expected, she had to admit. There were a good bit of four legged dinosaurs wandering around, the Thorntails, she imagined, but it was calm. A stone ruin off in the distance, but no huts, no tents, nothing like the encampment that the Sharpklaw had. It was different, peaceful.

She was sure that she could be comfortable here until she could find a way off world.

Her ride put her down on the ground, and held out his hand as he waited for payment. Krystal just smiled at him, and slowly turned around, getting on all fours and lifting her tail. The slut in her was slowly fading, but she might as well take advantage of it to give the Lightfoot a decent payment. "Pick a hole," she whispered.

This second 'ride' was quicker than she expected. Either the Lightfoots were a good bit quicker than the Sharpklaw, or she was just getting that good at helping them get off. In either case, her ride had barely been inside her for a minute before he came, pulling out at the last second. His load splattered over her ass, her tail, and her legs, soaking them with a fresh load, just as her insides had been sprayed with a new one before her escape.

He was gone before she could turn around, but she nodded her thanks anyway. "Well, might as well see - "

A rush of air and a roar of machines interrupted her, and Krystal whipped back around to see the source of the sound. Her eyes went up, and she stared at the sight of a spacecraft descending from the atmosphere. It was huge, utterly huge, dwarfing the hollow completely. A pale gray, it had four large prongs sticking out at diagonal angles, and several engines in the back as well as two powerful cannons in the front. It hovered more than a hundred feet up, and the bottom slowly opened up as she watched. Two more flying craft emerged, as well as a ground vehicle, falling fast before hovering to a stop just before the ground.

The ground craft stopped in front of her, the turret swiveling around for a second before pointing over her head. The top of it popped open, and she heard a voice from inside. "Peppy, this is the fastest way to handle the contract. Pepper can suck my -"

The voice cut off as someone stood up inside, looking down at her. It was a tan and white furred fox, a male. He wore military clothes, Krystal realized, and she wondered if he was in an army or something else.

In either case, he was staring at her. She finally found the modesty to cover herself, blushing at the way she must look, covered in seed, utterly naked, looking like nothing but a total slut. And she cursed her pussy as it let out a small bit of juices just at the thought. Damn that rut-leaf, damn it damn it damn it!

The other fox stared at her for a moment before shaking his head, rubbing his forehead as he said, "Uh, I'm...I'm Fox McCloud, part of the Star Fox team. We're here to deal with General Scales. Who are you?"

"I'm Krystal," she said, quietly. "I..." She paused, looking up at the giant ship that was slowly flying off towards the Sharpklaw camp. "Is that your ship?"

"It is." He nodded. "Why?"

She fell to her knees, almost crying in relief. "Please...Please, I will give you anything you want, but please, take me off this planet. Please, I beg you..."

"Alright alright," Fox said with a few nods. She thought she could see a blush on his cheeks, too, which gave her some little relief; at least she wasn't the only one that found her situation embarrassing. "Look. I'll have someone come down from the ship and bring you up. You'll get some clothes, and some quarters for now. Don't bother about payment; you look like you really need some help."

"You have no idea," the vixen whispered. She bowed her head. "Thank you, Fox."

He nodded, tapping a few buttons on his wrist. He spoke with a hologram for a bit, and then turned it off. "A pod will be sent here in a few minutes. There's a river a little bit back, if you want to...well..."

"I get the point, Fox," she said, their blushes matching. She would kill to get all of this washed off of her body. It was only a small blessing that she couldn't remember all of what she was...she couldn't even say that she was forced to do. Her body did it on its own, and she couldn't say that it hadn't enjoyed it at the time. "Good...good luck against Scales." Her eyes and voice hardened. "And...if you would do it as a favor to me...destroy him. Destroy him utterly."

"I'll remember that," he said. He got into the tank again, and then drove off, leaving her behind.

The vixen shook her head a bit. This seemed almost too good to be true, but she would take anything that would get her off of this planet. The sooner she was away from the rut-leaf and all the things that might have eaten it, the better. Then maybe things would get back to normal.

But in the meantime, a bath, she thought to herself. She almost ran in the direction the fox had pointed, all too eager to get to the river.

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In the tank, Fox shook his head a few times, trying to get the image of the naked vixen out of his mind. She had been utterly helpless looking, and from the way that she looked, how she had spoken of General Scales...well, he was going to make sure that the General got a good bit of hurt after they dealt with his army.

His communicator beeped again, and he looked down at it. "Slippy," Fox muttered under his breath. Ignoring the temptation to just silence the communicator, Fox opened the channel. "Yes, Slippy?"

"Heya, Fox. I just wanted to remind you - "

"Yeah, yeah, plant samples, botany bounties, I remember," Fox said. That had been part of the briefing before the mission, at least after General Pepper had gotten done talking. Apparently Sauria had a lot of rare plants found nowhere else in the galaxy, and there were a few that people wanted samples of to try and replicate. The list of names was long, but at least there were a few profitable ones on it.

He brought the list up as he ignored the rest of Slippy's news, looking at the names. They did sound weird, though. After all, who would name a plant rut-leaf?