Smuggle Kitty
#3 of Smuggle Kitty
Rique awoke at about noon the following day. He heard the shower running in the bathroom; the sounds of Alana's orgasm reverberating off the shower walls. She had found the shower massager. He loved her lack of inhibitions; she did not care if anyone heard her pleasure. His cock stiffened at the loud screams. Alana had awakened a couple of hours ago, and was preparing for their journey. Rique retrieved his suit from various locations in the room, coalescing them into a semblance of the outfit he wore last night, though slightly wrinkled. Alana exited the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel. Her hair was now dyed bright green, as was her bush. Rique's penis hardened further with the sight of her nakedness, but they would have little time for sex. Alana dressed in her leather pants and pink shirt, quickly slipping on her boots.
Alana: Good morning.
Rique: Morning darling.
Alana: You look a little stiff, shall I blow.
Rique: Yes.
Rique unzipped his pants; his rod was dripping with his arousal. Alana engulfed his penis to his bulb, licking his cock tenderly. She sucked hard, wet noises emanating from her ministrations. Alana lightly scuffed his penile roof with her teeth. Rique grunted with the pain and pleasure sensations. She licked his bulb, applying copious saliva to the knot. Alana massaged the bulb with her hands, stroking the sphere sensually. She cupped his balls, massaging them forcefully. The wolf released his load with a growl, his semen dripped from the corners of Alana's mouth. She ran her tongue around her lips, savoring the alkaline taste of the fluid.
Rique: You are good at that.
Alana: Thanks.
Rique: We'll have to get some stuff from the Crystal City. Then we'll teleport to the Blackheart.
Alana: Breakfast?
Rique: Alright.
Rique zipped his pants and the twosome left the hotel room. Before catching the transport, they consumed a breakfast of ham and eggs at the hotel coffee shop. Alana downed a cup of cappuccino. The caught the transport to Crystal and retrieved Rique's gear. The wolf changed into a gray suit, donning his blue shades. He was a cool wolf.
Rique: Nipper, are you ready?
Nipper: Yes. Stand together for teleportation, but do not touch. I don't want a mess. Hee. Hee. Hee.
The hyena's voice was both shrill and gravely at the same time.
Nipper activated the teleportation sequence; wolf and human found themselves aboard the Blackheart. It was a small, rustic ship with power in the engines. Marcus greeted them. He was a light gray wolf, with steel blue eyes. Marcus was dwarfed by Rique's musculature and held his stance respectful. It was obvious who the alpha wolf was here. Marcus wore a green tunic with vinyl green leggings.
Nipper was at the ship controls. Her dingy brown fur was spotted with specks of black. She wore mirrored shades and a white grease-stained flight suit. It was obvious that Nipper served as the mechanic as well as the pilot. She carried herself with a dominance that would not be stifled. Rique would not be the alpha over her without a fight. The way Marcus eyed her showed that she had him by the balls. Her tongue flicked out to graze her nose.
The bridge of the Blackheart had seen better days. Grungy orange chairs surrounded the bridge, with dusty consoles decorating the room. There were a few other rooms off to the rear of the ship, but that was all. The Blackheart was streamlined for rapid travel and armed to the teeth. The massive engines could be seen from the side windows; engines that could distort the gravity of the ship, decouple the time effects, and propel the craft up to light speed.
Nipper: Ready to go to Rigis Prime?
Rique: Let's go.
The members of the crew strapped themselves into the passenger seats. Nipper activated the controls to warm up the engines. A wavering field could be seen outside the ship.
Nipper: Hold your stomachs, we are set to go.
The Blackheart plunged into the depths of space at the speed of light. Alana slumped in her chair, overcome by drowsiness. Marcus and Rique discussed current issues.
Rique: So, who tipped you off about the kitty?
Marcus: Cinna.
Rique: I don't trust that fox. Do you think he's working for Blight?
Marcus: I've never heard of a connection between the two.
Rique: Anyhow. We better go in well armed.
Marcus: Yeah. Yeah. What's with the human? Isn't she a little furless?
Rique: She's a real animal in bed. I find her hot. What's with Nipper? Isn't she a little masculine?
Marcus: I like her. She can give and receive, if you know what I mean. She is so dirty.
Rique: You dog.
Marcus: Heh. Heh.
Marcus checked out the human with the strange green fur, seeing her stir slightly in her sleep. Nipper growled at him in warning; Marcus stopped looking at Alana.
Rique: She's got you in an invisible noose.
Marcus: I like being her sex slave.
Rique: You dog.
Nipper: Hey Rique. You know how to pilot a class X327.
Rique: I can fly it, landing is another story.
Nipper: Good. I think Marcus needs to be punished. C'mon Marcus.
Rique took control of the ship. The computer handled the majority of the maneuvering; he just had to keep an eye on the controls. Nipper grabbed Marcus by his one of his pointed ears, leading him into a small bedroom in the rear of the Blackheart. It was another grungy room akin to the rest of the ship. A filthy mattress was the only item of furniture in the room. Nipper locked the door behind them. Marcus removed his clothes, his furry tail wagging in anticipation. His shaft stiff with thoughts of the forthcoming coitus. Nipper slipped out of her flight suit, revealing her massive clit and B-cup breasts. She kept her shades on.
Nipper: You were bad. What were you thinking! Humans, ugh. On your knees, dog!
Marcus assumed the reverse worship position with his tail in the air, whimpering in submission. Nipper slapped his buttocks with a smack. Marcus yelped in surprise. Nipper spread his anus with her fingers, spitting to moisten the tender region. She slipped a thin dildo into her six-inch pseudopenis to harden the member. Nipper slipped a well-lubricated condom over her member and eased the tip into his sphincter. She pushed it in with a grunt. Marcus growled with the insertion. Nipper pumped his ass, grunting and growling with each push. She pounded him roughly, punishing his rectum. She pulled out a switch and whipped his back. Marcus whined like a pup with the discipline he was receiving. Nipper came from the clitoral pressure from her lover's tight tail hole. Marcus squeezed his buttocks, growling at the intercourse. The wolf spurted precum from the rough massage of his prostate. Nipper growled savagely, her body convulsing with her orgasm. She laughed her hyena laugh.
Nipper pulled her pseudopenis out of Marcus' anus. She slipped off the smelly rubber and pulled out the dildo. She roughly pushed Marcus on his back atop the dirty cot. He grunted. His seven-inch rod was dripping, aroused to the point where his bulb was tight and veins were decorating his cock. She straddled his groin, pulling open the hole at end of her clitoris, spreading the clit tube over his erect member. Her tube expanded to encompass his length to the bulb. She slid her tube up and down his cock, grunting with each drive. Her creamy lube dripped from her tube. She growled with another orgasm. She nibbled on his right nipple; a light grunt came from the wolf. Nipper ran her claws lightly across his balls and cupped them to feel the tension of his impending orgasm.
Nipper: Don't cum until I tell you.
She stopped, allowing Marcus to ease back from orgasm.
Nipper: Now you can cum.
Nipper increased her pace, loud slurping noises could be heard from her tube. She grunted with each slip. The wolf growled his pleasure as his orgasm approached. Marcus howled as he ejaculated. The hyena slowly slid her tube from his softening penis. Semen dripped from her gaping tube as she stood up.
Nipper: On your knees, dog!
Marcus complied, his penis still dripping with semen and lube from Nipper's clit tube. Nipper pissed on him, the stream thick from the stretched member. A torrent of piss, semen, and mucin escaped her, covering his chest fur with body fluids and cleaning his cock.
Nipper: Clean my pussy!
Marcus engulfed her clit in his muzzle, sucking the body fluids from her member. He was diligent in his cleaning, his wet tongue lapping the fluids from her flaccid hose, the wolf tongue occasionally entering the orifice. Nipper then cleaned her body fluids from his body with her tongue, grimacing at the saltiness of her piss. After the cleaning, she kissed his muzzle deeply and caressed his saliva-soaked fur. They cuddled on the grimy mattress, savoring the embrace. Marcus loved being dominated by her.