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The Kinky Mis-Adventures of The Space Ark

A monitor beeped loudly as it turned on. In a dark room, illuminated only by lights on a console, a pod opened slowly. A naked male aardwolf laid inside the pod, his arms wrapped around his chest like an Egyptian mummy. He flinched when he felt light hit his face then whimpered, "Come on, it can't have been two weeks already..." He opened his eyes slowly to allow time for them to refocus then sat up.

He sat there for a good while before climbing out of the pod to stretch his legs. Unabashedly, the nude hyenid walked across to another pod which remained dormant. He tapped some buttons and the glass door popped open. A female aardwolf laid as nude as her companion, her breasts and her vulva as exposed as her mate's own privates.

The male leaned in to kiss his sleeping wife. She smiled in her sleep opening her mouth for her beloved. The male took that invitation and slid his tongue into her mouth. The aardwolf couple continued their spontaneous loving kiss before the female opened her eyes. "Good morning, my lovely Sheila." He kissed her again while he groped her breasts. Eventually, she pushed him off with a playful smile, "There's time for that later, Darien." She kissed him again before she climbed out of her pod.

Darien helped his wife with getting her legs working again after two weeks of cryo-sleep, performing the necessary exercises to stretch leg, back, arm and even neck muscles. After helping his mate work out the sleepiness in her body, he let her go into the bathroom while he picked out their work clothes.

Sheila let the water wash over her jet-black mane and down her beautiful striped fur. She barely reacted when Darien joined her under the shower head. He picked up a rag, soaked it in fur shampoo then began to scrub her while she giggled when his gentle paws brushed by her ticklish spots.

He turned around then when it was his turn. He didn't giggle so much while her hands tickled his ribs, or right under his chin, not even when he felt her petite breasts pressing against his spine. It did make him grow, however. This she could smell without even looking at it. Her cheeks flushed bright red when she brushed by her husband's beautiful cock and she lightly scrubbed it, making her husband buck involuntarily.

Darien looked to the ceiling and tried to take his mind off of it, but was ultimately thwarted when he felt her paw wrap around him. "The quicker we can make you calm down, dear, the sooner we can get to work." She giggled before she began stroking her mate's malehood.

Darien nodded and just let Sheila do her thing. Thankfully, two weeks in cryo didn't leave him too pent up. He yipped like the cute bug-eater he was and erupted thick jets of precious semen all over the bathroom wall.

The aardwolves kissed again before finishing their shower.

...

Darien and Sheila had finished dressing up and now they walked paw-in-paw into the cafeteria. Quite a few other couples were there before them already.

Sheila nudged her mate, "I told you to hurry, you horny hyena."

A pair of black-footed ferrets sat together cuddling and sharing a meal together when the female of the couple noted the aardwolves. She daintily wiped her mouth then waved to them, "Hi, guys! Father's got you up, too?"

Darien blinked, "Us too? You mean we're not all up today?"

The male ferret gulped down some chicken he'd gotten from the buffet. "Only just the critters ya see in here, Darien."

Sheila tilted her head, "Then it's not our work shift? We're up out of schedule? Why?"

A female panda walked by, "I don't know, but I can't wait to hear what the captain has to say about this. FYI: if it's another malfunction, I'm spiking his coffee with Cheng's cialis and locking all the bathrooms."

A male lemur cringed from the Asian bear's crass threats, "Ouch, that's harsh, Linn."

She stuck her tongue out, "I didn't get any before going cryo, so sue me."

A big black furred arm wrapped around the panda and she blushed as her mate rested his chin on her shoulder, "You know I'd love nothing more than to plow you into next Tuesday, Sugar Bear, but I can't help it that my medication gives me gas."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, well we wouldn't need those pills if you could just get it up like a real male."

He sighed, "I know, I've been trying to cut down on the bamboo but... they make the best steamed shoots here on this ship, they're just like my mom used to make." His little round ears perked when he smelled the food, "Speaking of bamboo..." He ran off, a little too fast for a male his size.

Linn sighed, "The only bamboo I need is the one that never grows."

Sheila hugged the panda, "Aw, Linny, I wish I could say I know what you're going through but..." she winked to her husband who was right now getting some assorted bugs from the insectivores table on the buffet line. "Momma didn't raise a fibber."

Linn scowled at the smaller carnivore, "And was that supposed to cheer me up?"

The smug little bug-eater giggled, "No, it's supposed to make me feel better." Then, she walked over to join her mate as they sat down to share some delicious pan-fried termites with rice and a spicy peanut sauce.

The panda fem growled under her breath, "I'd sock her out if she didn't have such a cute little..." she caught herself before saying anything that might have sounded wrong. "Well, a cute face isn't everything." She looked up and saw her mate eating his steamed bamboo shoots with glass noodles and scrambled eggs. She shook her head before joining him. He'd gotten her a bowl of her favorite wonton soup as well. He knew her so well, she mused.

As the couples ate, the main door into the cafeteria from the captain's wing opened with a classic science-fiction whoosh. There stood the captain, a hooded avian of indiscernible origin. His curved beak spoke to that of a predatory bird, but the hood he wore concealed the rest of his face. He wore a uniform befitting his role as a ship captain, but he kept much of his identity a secret. He did not even have a hole in the back for tailfeathers to stick out, just those alone would give away his species and he did not wish to scare any of the nice people on his boat. "Good morning, couples." He spoke calmly, not even allowing any hint of an accent to slip through. "As you all eat the food my crew has prepared for all of you, I'm sure you must all be aware of a few things. 1. That only half of your fellow passengers are here at this moment, the rest are still asleep as scheduled, and 2. That we are not even at our destination."

Linn spoke up, "Father, did you get us all up because your ship's broke again?"

He smirked underneath his hood, "No, Madame Fong, it is more important than just a faulty jet engine. We've intercepted a distress signal and intergalactic code states that we must answer any distress signal. Those of you whom I have awakened for this endeavor are those who have been properly trained in combat and the such should this prove to be dangerous. I don't suspect that there should be anything to worry about, our ship's pilots say it is just a small frigate, possibly friendly. But, one cannot be too sure."

Linn looked more steamed than the vegetables on her plate, "I'm not trained in any combat, and my husband looks more like he could just sit on his enemies, why did you get us up?"

The captain looked to his side and his lieutenant, a female buzzard stepped forward, "We got you two because you are the only ones on board who know Cantonese and the distress signal we received was in Cantonese."

Linn countered, "Well if it's Cantonese, how do you know it's a distress signal?"

The buzzard female returned fire, "Because one of the people speaking sounded like your husband any time he stubs his toe."

Chengdu, her mate blushed, "I can't help it if your walls are so hard."

...

Linn and Chengdu Fong plus the aardwolves, the ferrets, lemurs and another couple joined the captain and his crew in the forecastle. From there, anyone standing near the front could see the vast emptiness of space expanding around their small ship. So Chengdu got space sick the instant he tried to take a peek.

Father spoke from his captain's chair, "Markl, Walter, please play back the recording for the Fongs."

Markl, the male butaan who drove the ship with his mate, Walter as his navigator, played back the message.

Linn and Cheng listened to the recording, it was definitely Cantonese, "It's not a distress signal, it's a warning. They're saying something about dangerous creatures. Have we tried to make contact with the other ship?"

Walter nodded, "Of course, it's the first thing we did but no one responded."

Chengdu was worried, "Are we going to dock with them?"

Father sighed, "If there is danger, I will not put the species on my ship at risk. We'll send an away team of four."

The ferrets stepped up, "Travis and Tina Walker offerin' up our services for this operation!" Travis saluted the captain with his wife faithfully by his side.

Father nodded, "Very well, you two will go but I shall pick which furs go with you."

...

Travis and Tina Walker both kissed before entering the transpod.

A pair of wolves walked in with them kissing each other then offering friendly kisses to the ferrets even while the male of the pair lugged a large rifle.

Travis didn't swing that way so he politely refused the male's offer, "Some other time, S."

Tina did swing that way so she locked lips with Sergei's mate, Linka in clear view of both males.

The buzzard first mate spoke into the microphone, "Get serious, people! And stand separate please! You don't wanna end up losing body parts because you had to hold hands." She tapped the glass with her prosthetic left arm to emphasize her point.

The girls behaved and stood by their respective mates as the buzzard ordered the technician next to her to activate the transpod.

The squirrel saluted the fierce female then pressed in a code only he knew before pulling back on a lever, "Okay! We are a-go!"

...

Inside the other ship, a bright flash broke the pitch black atmosphere and the four came down on all fours.

Sergei laughed, "I'll never get used to that rush."

Travis brushed by the Siberian wolf, "It don't look like anyone noticed us comin' in."

Tina added, "It doesn't look like anyone's home." Her voice echoed down the narrow hallways of the dormant ship.

Her mate led the way, "Come on, we'll go down this way."

Linka groaned, "I can't even see where we're going."

Tina had a flashlight, "Hold up..." She turned it on and the beam flashed over a gooey substance on a nearby wall.

Sergei sniffed it and his ears perked up. "This smell... I know it."

Linka gathered a sample of the strange white substance and taste-tested it. "Yup, it's cum."

The ferretess giggled, "You two have... sampled cum?"

The wolfess scoffed, "It's not like ferrets don't do it too, princess."

Travis took the flashlight and the beam showed more errant globs of the stuff in trails leading down a hallway. "I never thought I'd say this, but let's follow the sperm."

Tina whistled at the mass amounts, "Who could even make this much? It can't all be from one guy right? I mean, Trav, you're like a geyser sometimes but not even you can fill a whole spaceship!"

Her husband stifled her rambling maw with a swift kiss.

The wolves shared a laugh at Tina's fast talk.

The four walked through a broken door.

No one heard the things moving around in the dark hallway, not even the wolves with their advanced hearing.

The room they entered had more blobs of alien cum staining the walls, floors and even dripping from the ceiling.

The four took defensive positions when they heard something above them.

"What the hell was that?" Linka asked.

"Maybe one of our mystery sploogers?" Tina quipped, her delicate paw near the trigger of her high-powered rifle.

Just then, an above ceiling panel broke and a body fell with a heavy thud.

Both males had their guns ready. The women were not so quick.

Travis crept up to the naked, cum-smeared body. "God damn, this guy's had a hell of a time."

The vole opened his eyes. "Get away!" He cried out before he found a rifle in his face.

Travis flicked off the safety on his weapon. "Hold it right there! Who are you? What the fuck's goin' on here?"

The vole had his paws up. "You... whoever you are... loud warrior, you have to get out of here..."

The ferret scoffed, "I ain't runnin' from nothin'."

His wife interrupted his moment, "Wait! He's British. We were told this was an Asian ship."

The vole heard her, "Yes... the magpies! Oh, heaven preserve their poor souls. They were the first to fall."

Tina got down before him, "Could you tell us what happened?"

He twitched, "But not here... we have to go! They'll have already smelled you four... they've been sniffing after me all day."

Sergei heard the noises. He cocked his rifle. "Behind us!" The wolf and his wife turned on their heels and they shot a writhing cum blob just as it stood up. Fried cum splattered but the beast stood. A partially-devoured bird skull fell from the hole that had been made in its body.

The vole sobbed, "Mei Li!"

Travis nearly upchucked, "You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me! The aliens are made of jizz? What twisted science-fiction jerkwad thought this up?"

The vole shoved him aside. "Go! We have to get out of here!"

Tina restrained him and Travis joined the wolves in gunning down the alien cum monster.

It fell under a volley of high-voltage bolts.

Travis snuffed as the smell of cooked sperm hit his nostrils... "Ugh, and I thought our room stunk after me an' the wife had relations."

Sergei took command, "Come on! We're not waiting for more to show up!"

The five hopped over the fried cum then ran back down to their entry point.

Tina radioed their ship. "Ark! Come in Space Ark! We've found one survivor. We are under extreme danger. We need a swift evac!"

Walter picked up on the other end. "We've got you, Tina! Stand clear!"

The vole clung to Travis. "Hey! You have to let go! Otherwise I'll be kicking your ass with my new robot leg! If you still have one!"

The vole let go reluctantly and just in time, too.

More sperm blobs had gathered around, were about to pounce the operatives when they were all fried by a sudden blinding flash.

...

Back aboard the Space Ark...

The ship's lone squirrel stood by the transporter.

A great blinding flash, then five furs and piles of fried cum filled the chamber.

The squirrel blushed when the smell hit his nose. "Oh my..."

...

The crew were all in the infirmary now.

The vole was being treated for cuts he'd received while crawling through vents to hide from the aliens.

The aardwolves served as one half of the medical staff for this small ship.

Darien cleaned the cuts while his wife took the vole's measurements.

The vole blushed when she measured his penis.

"6 inches long, two thick... you musta had a happy wife before all this, huh?"

The vole shook his head, "No, miss, I'm a missionary."

Darien scoffed, "A cum-splattered holy man, go fig."

Sheila idly played with the flaccid malehood. "So you religious types don't get to enjoy the fun facts of life?"

The vole shuddered as he grew hard from her teasing. "N-not so freely... I have a d-duty to spread the good word of our lord, Jesus Christ."

Darien cleaned a wound on the vole's shoulder. "I don't see how telling people the same teachings of a single man is supposed to incite faith and good feelings in everyone. I'm a wolf of science, not beliefs. In these times, I would rather focus on a more pertinent solution."

Sheila fondled the vole's balls and licked her lips as the chubby male chubbed up in her naughty paws. "Oh, I say let a fella believe what he wants to believe. Isn't that the whole point of our little voyage? All in the name of preserving those unfortunate races labeled as endangered like us. Someone must have had a deep revelation in them to come to that conclusion."

"And that someone we call Father." Darien agreed.

Just as he'd been brought up, the door to the infirmary opened and Father entered.

The cloaked bird of prey surveyed the vole, not failing to notice how Sheila was still shamelessly masturbating the patient. "So you are the only survivor from your ship?"

The missionary vole shuddered as Sheila applied a glass vial with a latex faux-gina to his erection. She still juggled his balls but now twisted the vial and moved it up and down on him in roughly the same rhythm she usually kept with Darien when she ever rode his morning wood. The vole tried to speak coherently, "Y-yes, I am the only one still alive, as far as I know. I was travelling with them as part of my mission to help others less fortunate but... two nights ago... something got on our ship when we were visiting the bird world, Aviaria." He shuddered and humped fast as his nuts released their payload.

Sheila held the vial steady as the vole filled it. When he stopped, she closed the vial.

The vole held it, "The things that got on our ship looked just like this." He shook his own sticky sperm in the vial. "They got in our food... those that consumed it... their libidos increased tenfold then... when they climaxed... they did it hard... and they never stopped... not even as their own sperm formed into those hideous monsters and began to consume every bit, every piece until... they were completely devoured, gone, eaten! These things use our sex to feed themselves."

...

As he spoke this, Linka, who had carelessly eaten some of the alien sperm began to pace as she'd suddenly come into heat... but the season was way off. It was not wintertime yet as far as she knew, yet she could feel something tingling, something building in her groin. In desperation, she ripped off her pants then stopped as something sprang free from her crotch. Scared, she held the throbbing red thing... it looked just like her husband's... but it was coming out of her. Her hands moved further down and she felt that her pussy was beginning to close. In its place, a fleshy growth dropped until it formed a fine scrotum. Two full-sized wolf testes filled her new sac. No sooner did that happen did her testosterone hit like a freight train and her new cock squirted its first jets of semen.

Sergei had just made it back when he caught the scent of another male's purchase being made in his living quarters. Territorial instincts took over and he snarled at the thought of another male wolf in his home. His Linka could not be cheating on him now could she? And with who? He was pretty sure he was the only other wolf on the Space Ark. He ran into his bedroom and stopped in his tracks when he saw his wife quivering in the corner. "Linka?"

The newborn adult male wolf snarled as his breasts receded into his chest, erasing the last of his former female self. "No, my love. Linka is dead. I am Rinko."

"What-what's happened? Those sperm aliens! They got to you?! My wife, my love, no!" His heart sank as he realized what this meant. His sadness traded places with anger. He snarled furiously and he grabbed at the throat of the male before him. "You bastards! Give me back my Linka!"

Rinko growled back and he overpowered his male lover.

Sergei fought to regain control, but his efforts proved futile as the alien wolf tore off his clothes then started to hump his groin.

Rinko rested his heavy balls upon Sergei's and he lined his cock up with the other wolf's sheath. He thrust inside and his thick cock clashed with Sergei's inside the lesser male's cocksleeve.

Sergei's resolve fell fast and his body gave in to Rinko's advances. He leaned back and just let the bigger wolf fuck his sheath.

The alien didn't take long. Its knot swelled, sealing it inside Sergei's sheath and it climaxed, injecting him with the alien's dna.

Sergei's body absorbed the cum and his own cock exploded making his sheath balloon with spunk. He barely had time to smash a button behind him before his life slipped away.

...

An alarm blared, Father turned almost letting his hood fall off in his shock. "An intruder? In the breeder's wing?"

The vole shook as he'd been dressing. "Damn! One of those things must have followed us here!"

Father cursed, "Fuck! We'll have to wake up everyone over there! Sheila! Darien! You get your weapons and hurry down there! I'll send other combat-ready operatives, just hurry! I don't want my children to die!"

The aardwolves quickly abandoned their medical station, fetching their weapons before they ran to the breeder's wing... their home aboard this ship.

The first door they came to was Sergei and Linka's quarters. Darien nearly puked up his lunch when he saw what was happening.

The Rinko alien had turned completely from a wolf into one of those sperm blobs. Sergei was almost dead. His whole bottom half was slowly being consumed by the alien. He saw his shipmates and uttered a silent "Run!" before the creature swallowed his head.

Travis and Tina just joined the aardwolves. They were just as heartbroken to see what happened to their friends but quicker on the trigger. The giant sperm blob splattered into two smaller blobs when it was hit by their pulse rifles. Both blobs moved fast but the aardwolves gathered their wits and fired their high-voltage weapons too.

Both blobs were fried.

Travis snuffled, "They're dead... motherfuckers. Come on! We have to make sure no one else is infected!"

...

In the cafeteria, all the awakened breeders had been gathered by the crew. Father fretted over his 'children' as he'd come to call them. His mission was to get these endangered species to a new world where they could breed and somehow save their races from extinction... that was not going to happen with some sperm alien turning everyone else into sperm. He shook his head at the absurdity of this whole day.

The vole stood beside him.

Father shook him, "You! You've seen these monsters before! How do we know if they've infected my crew!"

The vole stammered, "If it's happened then they wouldn't be able to control their urges. Females converted to male when they came into contact with it so no one is safe from it. Right now, it doesn't look like anyone here is dripping with sperm though, so I guess we're safe. I wouldn't know! I've only been hiding from these things for two days! I watched my friends fall to these beasts."

Father sighed, "So far, only my wolves... my precious children had been infected." He found Travis and Tina. "You two! You were with them! Did anything happen over there?"

Travis frowned, "We got there and yeah... the whole place was splattered with the stuff. Linka tasted some of it... we didn't stop her. We had no idea. I'm sorry, Father!" He sobbed in the large bird's black plumage.

The old bird of prey sighed, "It's not your fault, my son."

Some of the other couples were not so peaceful. A couple of wild Mongolian horses walked up. The stallion was in a steam. "Captain Birdy! You were supposed to keep us safe on board here! I'd hate to say it, but I'm feeling pretty fucking unsafe right now!"

Father rose his wings to try to calm the masses. "Please, everyone! My children, do not fret! As far I know, only two had been infected... they are no longer with us. I'm having my medical staff check all of you! We'll need semen samples from the males, urine from the samples from the females. We will be running all necessary tests. So please bear with me!"

The mare snorted, "How do we even trust a captain who does not show us his face?"

He sighed, "I had hoped to wait until we found a new home, a new bastion away from our human oppressors before I let you see who I am and therefore understand my plight." His lieutenant tried to stop him, but he pulled his hood off and almost everyone gasped.

The horses backed away in fear. "Devil bird!"

He shook his head. "No! I am a condor! My kind were not evil. We were just as fragile as the rest of you. Humans painted us as monsters, pointed the blame on us and on the thylacines, on every animal like us so they could distract you from what they were doing, building their cities and encroaching on our lands. I watched my family die... my eggs spoiled all before me. I vowed I would find a way to save us all... this was it. I knew none of you would trust me if you knew who I was from the start. I wanted this... this mission to be the final good deed of my race. I'm the last of my kind. I did this to save you all... I bred all of you, raised all of you on this ship myself."

His lieutenant coughed indignantly.

He blushed, "With some help of course... so please... let my guide you. You know who I am now. Can you still trust me?"

Travis and Tina Walker put their paws on the large bird's shoulders. "We're with ya, Dad."

Chengdu scratched his head, "I could swear I remember my mom making steamed shoots for me."

The buzzard lieutenant explained, "That was me, Cheng. I was mother to all of you, just as Francis was father for all of you. It was a privilege to watch you all mature. Grow as my own chicks never could because of the pesticides humans used." She shed a tear. "I'm not the last of my kind, but I've been here just as long as Francis, raised you all so we could save your species."

Linn scoffed, "But you still could not fix the dickless wonder here?"

The buzzard laughed, "We're scientists, not gods."

Eventually, the masses all voiced their support to Francis, their father and Bertha, their mother.

The medical staff had tested all the people, and even tested the food to see that no alien splooge had contaminated it. What seemed suspect was immediately incinerated. Afterwards, everyone ate a last meal before retiring to their sleeping quarters.

...

Francis sat in a bathtub, hoping to wash the troubles of this terrible day away.

The door to his bathroom swooshed and his lieutenant walked in.

The buzzard and condor only traded a silent glance before she deactivated her robot arm. She winced when she took off her fake limb, then placed it on a rack that had been built just for her. The 40-something year-old bird of prey then promptly stripped herself bare until she was all feathers for her husband.

The condor felt a rise in his groin. He was almost 60 himself... but he could still put some of those younger males to shame. The tip of his 14-inch cock rose out of the shallow bathwater.

Bertha stroked her captain's cock. "I love you." She did not have to say it, but she still wanted to.

Francis wrapped his wings around his mate. He touched his beak to hers while she stepped in and straddled his groin.

Bertha moaned while she ground her cloacal lips against his shaft. Her husband back home, before he too passed away from pesticide poisoning, he was a good size. But this condor fulfilled her in a way no other male could, not just physically, but emotionally, she felt his pain even in happy moments like this, she could tell he was trying his best to keep smiling. Those loving thoughts left her mind then as the condor slowly pulled her down on his cock.

The loving birds of prey held each other close while the condor found his speed and fought to prove his undying affection and gratitude to this female for staying by his side, even through the worst of times.

Elsewhere on the ship, some of the other couples were also proving their endless love to each other.

Travis had Tina bent over, not even in their own private room, but in a hallway as both were too horny to have made it that far.

The ferretess was on all fours while her mate flossed her pussy with his shaft. Their juices dripped and stained the clean floor of this sterile hallway.

Travis barked a hearty Texas holler before biting his mate as his balls unloaded a potent batch in his fertile bride.

Tina climaxed with her husband, silently urging those eggs inside her to hurry to meet those sperms and make lots of pretty babies for her and her Trav.

The ship's pilot and navigator had left the ship on autopilot as soon as Markl smelled that his wife had entered her estrus.

The frugivorous monitor lizards stayed perched in the pilot's seat, though. Walter mounted her husband and he let her ride his twin hemis. Tonight was a good enough night, he felt like using both for a change. He kept his attention divided between breeding his mate and making sure the ship did not go off course.

The aardwolves cuddled in their own chamber having just finished breeding with one another. Sheila was not in season, the two just enjoyed sex with each other so much. The pair soon started kissing while Darien grew in his mate's grip. When he was hard again, he turned his mate onto her belly then mounted her. The aardwolves moaned in unison when Darien sank back inside Sheila's cream-filled pussy.

In the captain's bath, the condor tried to suppress a cry and failed hard as his climax hit.

The buzzard on his lap did not even try to silence her lustful cries when she felt his warmth rush inside her.

Francis and Bertha opened their beaks for each other and their tongues touched in their passion.

The only one still awake with no mate to accompany him was the vole. He sat in the medical bay. He held the vial that he'd ejaculated into... the sperm sample he had to give. He watched with a growing sneer as the tiny blobs inside writhed and struggled to escape their glass prison.