1. Check Mate
#1 of Lovers and Legends
.:Disclaimer: The following story is fictional and contains Adult content, if you are underage or find this disturbing do not reads any further:.
Part one of my "Lovers and Legends" series.
All characters are fictional and do not relate to any persons living or dead. In other words I pulled them from out of thin air. :P
~Skie Moonstone~
Station Master's quarters
Sentinel Defense Station X-232
High orbit over Sethirea Prime
0500 Zulu
Station Master Mishila Laflure was in a heated sixty nine with a young Dalmatian deck officer. His muzzle was buried inside her and her thigh muscles twitched as he licked and lapped at her dripping Maine coon sex. Mishila was gripping the huge shaft of her lover, feverishly bobbing her head up and down. She was close, grinding her sex against her canine lovers face. She redoubled her efforts, pumping the shaft with both paws. He moved one digit to her asshole and began massaging. That did it.
Mishila stiffened and yowled with a tremendous orgasm. She pulled her mouth away, pre-cum dripping from her tongue, and threw back her head with a joyous shriek. The Dalmatian kept licking her. She subsided slightly and returned to her task. In moments, as she screamed around his cock with another climax, he howled and bucked his hips upward. His cock throbbed and he spurted into her mouth. She sucked furiously, but gobs were streaming round her lips, and dripping onto his thighs. Mishila was struggling between the delicious taste of his cum and breathing. Breathing won, and she pulled her mouth away with a gasp, cum spraying from her mouth. He was still coming, and she was pumping out every last drop. Each blast was a solid pillar of cum, hosing her down. At last he slowed to a trickle, and the cat eagerly licked up every remaining drop from his shaft. She was a mess, her entire face dripping with cum, her previously black furred face now white.
She licked her lips then invited him to take a shower with her. They stepped into the shower and washed the cum from their fur. Mishila looked down at his sheath where she was surprised to see that he was still hard. Mishile looked him in the eyes for a second before turning around, placing her hands on the wall and lifting her thick fluffy tail showing him her puffy kitty pussy. He growled and grabbed her hips. She moaned, as he slid into her dripping pussy. As he pounded into her she mewled and yowled, her body twitching and spasming, having multiple orgasms from the sheer friction of his size. She felt his cock throb and the knot start to swell outside of her. He started to pull out.
"No! Keep it in me, I want to feel it.' She moaned.
He hesitated and she shoved herself back on him pushing herself past his knot as he exploded inside her, his cock pulsing and flooding her with massive amounts of cum. She stiffened and screamed as her pussy clamped down on him locking them together as she got a sensation of being overfilled with cum.
"Oh fuck yeeesssss! Cum for me, make me your kitty bitch!" she shrieked, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her pussy twitched with the pulsing of his cock. Half an Hour later her finally pulled out of her with a wet squelch, his cum mixed with her juices spurting out of her in a thick stream. She collapsed on the shower floor and stayed that way for a few minutes as his cum continued to weakly spurt from her slit, before with the help of her canine lover, cleaned her self up, dried off, and changed into her uniform. She gave him a kiss, snaking her tongue into his muzzle, as they walked back down to the Command center.
The command deck was quite except for the steady sweep of the deep space sensors and a few whispered conversations. Though it was normally quite, thought Mishila as she took her seat in the command chair. Every once in a while a pirate ship would get an ego and think they could raid the station, only to be blow out of the sky the moment they where in weapons range, nothing had gotten closer than a few miles of the station without transmitting the safety code and survived. However there was reports that the allegiance with the Hunters of the Twilight had been broken and that they where destroying every Sentinel world that they came across. So when the sensors pinged a contact at extreme range the roomed went dead silent. Someone pulled the sensor feed and put it on the main screed wall.
"Contact bearing, mark 12 degrees starboard. Transponder marks it as a deep space ore transport ship, FOF tag not active, slight battle damage. Course indicates it will pass within grappling range of the station."
Mishila typed in a command on her holopanel.
"Unidentified ore ship off our starboard, please alter your course and activate FOF Tag." Mishlila said into her headset.
"No course change or Tag activation detected."
"I repeat, unidentified ore ship, alter course and activate FOF Tag or you will be fired on, you have ten seconds to comply." Said Mishila.
"Looks like another Pirate has it in their head that we won't fire on civvie ships." There where a few dry chuckles at this comment.
"Activating weapon systems...target lock, powering main gun battery."
"Their speeding is increasing and the ships battle screens just went to maximum! Looks like there going to rush us."
"Blow that pirate scum out of my sky, lieutenant." Said Mishila.
"Aye aye, Station Master."
There was a slight dimming of the lights as the station diverted power to the main ion cannon, and then a pure white light streaked toward the ship on the screen. The ship's battle screen held for a few seconds before failing and flickering out in sections. The exposed areas of the hull glowed bright orange, and then the ship was illuminated in a halo of light as the reactor, along with the ship itself, detonated in a supernova of thermonuclear fire. When the light cleared there was nothing left but a cloud of ionized gas.
"Goddess, what the hell where they carrying, Thorium!?"
"I don't know, that was a pretty big blast for an ore freighter."
"All stations stand down contact has been destroyed."
Mishila relaxed back into her seat, quietly talking to the squirrel seated at the station next to her. So she jumped when the sensors pinged another contact, then another, and another.
"They just came out of nowhere! Must have shut down all there power systems to hide from us until the last second. Sensor read outs indicate a Hunter Battle group is moving in system. There headed for the planet."
"All hands to battle stations, condition red! Battle screens to maximum. Lieutenant warm up the guns, I want them ready to fire ten minutes ago." Mishila barked as her command chair rose a few feet off the deck and reclined, and the lights turned to a red glow. Holo panels flickered to life all around her showing station conditions, personnel, sensor read outs, and battle conditions.
Mishila opened a comm. line to the orbiting Ship yard.
"All ships heed and stand to, we are under Hunter attack. I repeat we are under Hunter attack! This is not a drill."
"Commander, Intruders reported on level 4, section C!"
Mishila flicked though the stations video feeds until found the intruders. On the display two male officers where chatting with a female in the mess hall. There was an explosion on the hatch and it blew inward, the two male officers drew their side arms and dived for cover, the female was less fortunate. She drew her weapon pointed and fired it only twice before her chest exploded in a spray of red as three rounds of high grade AP plasma found their mark. The female slumped up against a wall leaving a red smudge as she did. The two male officers tried to return fire from behind a counter only to have the counter riddled with glowing pockmarks; one of the officers panicked and ran for the door only to be gunned down just as he reached it. The final officer took the distraction to rush thought the side door but he only took three steps down the corridor before falling as well.
Two figures stepped into the room. Both where dressed in entirely black body armor. One stepped over to the female officer, who was trying weakly to reach her dropped side arm; the commando lifted his weapon and shot her in the head. Mishila gave a command to the computer and a thick blast door slammed down over each hatch leading into the mess hall. That should hold them, she though, just as the first Hunter ships opened fire with their long range weapons. Plasma streaked though space, collided with the stations battle screen and was deflected, ricocheting at random angles.
"Target the capital ships before they can bring those cannons into play against us!"
Just as she said these words the largest of the enemy ships opened fire with their main guns, bright lances of blue coalesced out of nothing and struck the stations battle screen. Having more power than the smaller ships in the lead, this plasma punched thought the screen and vaporized several decks of the station.
"Hull Breach!" Someone yelled.
A circuit panel exploded throwing a deck officer to the floor.
Mishila smelled the scent of skunk spray, Goddess damm them! Just what I don't need a Recruit who's lost their nerve', she thought looking at the three skunks in the room.
"Main weapon systems online commander! Targeting solution acquired."
"All batteries fire! Burn them to cinders." Mishila yelled over the blare of decompression alarms.
The station lights when out as power was diverted and the main cannon, kinetic missile batteries and plasma rail guns turned the space between the approaching battle group and the station into a hell storm. Several of the smaller war ships simply ceased to exist while others exploded in spectacular fireballs. But the larger ships had more powerful battle screens and shrugged off the attack like it was a flea bite.
The sensors pinged a wave of contacts behind the station, Sentinel warships on intercept courses with the Hunter battle group. The Sentinel ships formed a line on ether side of the station.
A crackle of static and the Fleet commander spoke over the FleetCom channel.
"All ship stand ready, link to the SS Degra for firing coordinates." He said as a map along with separate lines linking one Sentinel Ship with one Hunter Ship appeared on the main screen. The Fleet master had them trading fire with the Hunters like red coats. Tactics best described as bloody, especially since they could not maneuver with their engines off.
"Fire." The fleet master said calmly and a wall of ion cannon fire filled the screen and leaped towards the approaching Hunter ships. Two destroyers where gutted from for to aft as the beams of plasma punched though the battle screens then the ships, leaving behind burning hulks of metal since there was no one left alive to command them. One Missile Frigate was hit stern and listed into its escort, both ships exploded moments later.
As if in response to the wall of fire that greeted them the Hunter Ships opened fire at almost the same time as the Sentinel ships, wreaking havoc on the stationary ships. The medical ship Luna was holed in at least five different sections and started to fall back towards the planet, her engines destroyed. The Capital ship Degra took a direct hit on her left battle screen and lost one of her four Ion cannons.
"All ships break formation and fire at will! Show these dogs our steel!" roared the Fleet Master. The fleet scattered in all directions some racing out to meet the incoming warships others away from the Hunter battle group, but all trying to gain one thing, distance, before the Hunters could fire another salvo. The carrier SS Lumos disgorged her entire complement of Viper fighter craft, which began swarming around their mother craft like a pack of angry hornets. The Hunter carrier did the same.
Mishila prayed that she would live to see the end of this fight, but it was not meant to be as a Capital ship targeted the station and unloaded its main guns. Its four ion cannons blew holes though the battle screen directly over the command center and reactor.
"Check mate." Some one said. Mishila grabbed the Dalmatian who was working at his station, flung him around and kissed him deeply. I have no regrets.' She thought.
Seconds later the station and all 142 personnel on board died in a flash of destruction.
To be continued...