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Steam punk 10

"What in the nine hell's was that?" Vander roared, as he seized the small canine by the collar and lifted him into the air, shaking Angus roughly.

"Put me down." The small Scottish canine growled in a low dangerous voice, as the tall powerfully built Cervine shook him hard.

"We had them..." Vander shouted back ignoring the canines soft low growl as he fumed. "We could have fought our way to him... we... we could have."

"All died..." Angus finished angrily, as he drew a pistol from his holster shoving it hard against the Stag ribs. "And then who would have came to his rescue? How put me down!" He snarled, thumbing the hammer back on the revolver pressing into Vanders ribs roughly.

"We were winning..." Vander grunted as he heard the revolvers hammer click back, grudgingly he sat the small canine back on his foot paws, and let go of his lapels.

"We were doing well... but we were losing." Corwyn snorted, as he joined the pair at the wind swept rail. The big black stallion pointed back to the deck behind them, it was littered with dead and dying. "They could afford to lose a lot more crewmen than we could." And sure enough most of the bodies were black clad crewmen of the enemy vessel, however there were three dead stallion's and nearly everyone was wounded. Corwyn himself had a bullet graze on his shoulder, while Darby was bleeding from a number of saber cuts. Vander realized he himself had been hit in the thigh, with a bullet that luckily had missed bone.

"It was a good try and a hell of a fight." Darby grunts as he came stomping up to the small group trailing blood behind. "But for now we need to lick out wounds and plan our next assault."

Vander sagged now, whether from shock and exhaustion; or just the big stallion's unspoken promise that no one had given up was unclear. "Alright... alright lets get everyone inside, and we can see about patching them up."

"What about the bodies?"

"We'll weight them and roll them over board... burial at sea." Vander glance down as the cold dark waters of the north sea and shivered. "Its the best we can do for them." He repeated weakly, as Angus slipped under one arm to help support him the Stag weak and dizzy all at once. A few minutes later the wounded Stag was softly laid in his bunk, and the greasy little engineer was looking down at him. Vanders leg wound was cleaned and dress by a very competent Stallion friend of Corwyn's, who it turned out was a surgeon for the high land rifles.

"Look sur'in I'm sorry aboot... aboot threatenin' to shoot ya in'all." Angus grumbled in a low embarrassed growl, the small canines watery brown eyes a bit more watery than usual. His brogue as thick as the fur draping over his short blunt muzzle, clearly apologizing didn't come easy to the proud Scot.

"You were saving the ship... saving us all." Vander grunted right back, he'd reacted poorly himself and knew it. Thinking with his male parts and not his brain, and it had damn near gotten them all killed. It wasn't a mistake he would ever make again, he swore to himself; but then thought of his Zebracorn and knew that was going to be a hard promise to keep. "I'd have done the same in your place, or would like to think I would have anyway." Angus straightened up a little bit, a smile flickering across his lip's at the Stags words. Wiping one paw on his greasy coverall's the small canine thrust it out, Vander took it at once and shook it firmly.

"We all miss him... and we all want him back." Angus acknowledged softly as he looked out the port hole window at the clouds drifting by. "Still I'm soorry for the way I... ifin' there's ever anything I can do for you." One greasy paw wandered over to the sheet covering Vanders sleek furry body, coming to rest on the lump between his thigh's. The realization of what he was touching making the straight canine jump, and look up at the suddenly amused Stag. "Errr..." Vander knew Angus was an avowed straight male with a wife and half a dozen pups, and that made his hot. Normally the handsome Stag wouldn't have given the canine a second glance, but having seen Cameron teasingly hit on him so long. And now here he was offering... what? Was the little Scot offering to get him off, was he feeling that guilty?

Could he take advantage of Angus, would he really want to?

"It's loaded... but I'm not holding it to your ribs." Vander joked softly making the embarrassed canine wince at the reference. "Look seriously you don't have to... you don't owe me anything, you were just doing what was right." Angus looked into the Stag's eyes, and then turned around walking to the cabin door. He closed it and then lock it before turning around and unzipping his dirty work coverall's, stepping out of them to stand naked with his back to the door. His small athletic body shrouded in long black fur, that made his figure as indistinct as if he were fully dressed.

"We both know I aint him... but surein' it would make ya feel better and you deserve that at least. I admire yer loyalty and yer feelin' for him." Angus padded over to the bunk and pulled the sheet back, reaching down to free Vanders throbbing cock from his undergarments. It stood up proud and stiff as those small paws stroked it surprisingly gently. "I've never touch another male before..." Angus confessed in a low guttural growl, even as he leaned down to sniff at the Stags erection.

"I know... but you've got a nice touch." Vander gulped, laying back and looking up at the cabin ceiling, sensing Angus didn't want to be watched.

"This is the way I touch my Mary's body..." The little canine mumbled closing his eyes, no doubt picturing his wife naked within his head. Vander inhaled sharply, as that hot tongue lapped over the sensitive flesh of his pulsing erection. And then a hot mouth engulfed the head, suckling on it gently as those paws explored the velvety fur of his inner thigh's and belly. Those lip's working him up to full hardness, before that tongue soaked his length in hot saliva.

Vander's breaths became louder as his heart raced, and then the bunk creaked and sagged as Angus climbed on top of him. The Stag couldn't help but see him now, as the little canine straddled his waist. Vander felt the heat of creamy flesh against his cock tip, and knew Angus was about to give up to him. The little canine sat back, and that tight virgin asshole slowly gave it's self up to the Stag's throbbing cock. Until those firm round ass-cheeks were sitting atop Vanders thigh's, his wounded thigh aching. But the pleasure that tiny tail-hole was giving his pulsing cock quickly overpowered that. Reaching down he cupped those muscular ass-cheeks in his palms, squeezing and rubbing them lustfully as the little Scot began to ride his rock hard cock. The two of them bucking and withering in a dance of desire and longing, one for his wife one for his mate...

***

"Why are you steering in circles?" The mighty Tiger demand, as he stormed onto the bridge of the Voresha as the massive airship limped slowly in circles. Even as their sleek silver enemy darted off like an arrow towards the northwest, Silverheels was swift and much more maneuverable than the Voresha.

"We've lost control of the rudders sir... it seems to be a in line mechanical failure somewhere along the system." The smartly dressed officer explained quickly, as the big Tiger starred at their fleeing foe darkly. "I've got the engineers working on finding the failure, and repairing it Baron."

"Good I want it repaired at once, and then I want to see a report on the failure as soon as possible." The Baron snorted, as he turned flashing the nervous officer with his fiery green eyes. "Also I want the cannons loaded for deck clearing, if they approach us again sweep their deck clean. Is that understood?"

"Aye sir at once."

The Baron watched the young Panther hurry off to get his orders done, and then turned descending from the bridge. Moving deeper into the massive airship, heading toward the enemy within his kingdom. Mechanical failures happened of course, but it was to convenient that steering was disabled in the middle of a fight. Had the Zebracorn managed to escape and somehow sabotage the Voresha, how had he known to do it at just this time? This enemy was clever and dangerous, and that made him all the more exciting and alluding. Pushing past the guardsfur at the door, the Baron barraged into the cabin completely unannounced. Only to find the naked Zebracorn admiring his limp empty sheath in the full length mirror, turning the handsome striped captive smiled at his Tiger kidnapper.

"Quite a bit of maneuvering and noise... Have you been raping some poor merchant vessel?" The handsome striped equine stressed raping lewdly, even as the Baron pounced on him and tossed him down onto the nearby bunk.

"Don't tease me... you know very well whats been happening." The big Tiger growled, his pinkish nose pressed against the Zebracorn's own black one.

"Sorry... not got a clue... No windows." Cameron gestured to the plain metal wall's glibly, even as his leg's spread letting the big predator between them. Big three fingered hands finding the Baron's crotch, that hefty sheath bulged hotly against questing fingers.

"Don't lie to me." The Tiger growled his huge paws wrapping around the Zebarcorn neck, claws pricking tough equine skin beneath the sleek fur. "Raping... I'll show you raping!"

"Truth is a two way street." Cameron snorted, even as he freed the Baron's thickening erection of the silk of his robes while those strong paws tightened around his own throat. "Honestly I have no idea what all the shooting was about, but I can hazard a few guess's, obviously it wasn't my first guess so guess number two is Vander and the boys have came looking for me." The Barons's lip's twisted up in a cruel smile, as he tightened his grip on Cameron's windpipe.

"How did they find us?" The Tiger snarled as he felt the heat on the tip of his spiny cock, and thrust his hip's forwards into the Zebracorn's empty sheath. A feeling of exhilaration pulsing through him as he felt Cameron's body stiffen and heard the Zebracorn moan in pain as those barb raked over tender unhealed flesh.

"You must have done a poor job of evading them." Cameron grunted defiantly, get another hard rut thrust into his wounded sheath hole.

"Your lying... we did a fine job of evading pursuit on take off." The Tiger growled pounding a slow brutal rhythm now, making the big equine buck and twist in pain. Cameron remained silent for a few moments longer, and then in a shaky pain filled voice whimpered.

"Then you underestimated the speed of Silverheels and the distance of my improved telescopic lenses."

"Improved telescopic lenses?" The Baron demanded fucking harder and faster now, truly enjoying his captives pain and the pleasure that trembling body was giving his thick barbed cock.

"Yes... Yes... you can see leagues farther with my lenses, so that before what was invisible because of great distance is plainly seen." Cameron's squeal's grew high pitched as the big Tigers paws tightened around his throat, even as those strong hip's pounded hard between Cameron's legs.

"You will give these designs to my engineers!" The Baron growled, thrusting more and more savagely into that empty sheath. He could smell the blood now, knew his rutting was hurting the Zebracorn but not caring. Even as Cameron struggled to breath, those great paws clamping off his air. Leaving him feeling hot and weak, the world spinning wild as Cameron gagged and choked. Shiny beads glittering in-front of his eyes for a moment, and then blackness began to close in around him. Vaguely he heard a familiar voice screaming and pleading, and then nothing at all...

The big Tiger watched Cameron's eyes glaze over as he struggled to breath, rolling back in the Zebracorn's head as he lost consciousness. And then the little pony was running in grabbing and yanking at the Baron's huge paws, screaming that he was killing the Zebracorn. "You can't... you can't... you need him." The big feline lifted one paw, and delivered a powerful back paw slap that sent the shaggy little pony reeling across the cabin. But to his credit, Charlie was back up on his hooves at once and racing back to pummel the orgasmic Tigers back. The Baron ignored him until his orgasm had past and then turned on the pony, grabbing him and crushing him to the floor. Huge paws smacking and punching him into submission even as the Baron, ripped Charlies clothing off.

"Your right of course... I can't kill him... not as long as he has a use to me. However this is your only use..." The Tiger purred as he lifted half conscious Charlies short tail and speared that long thick barbed feline cock beneath it sharply. The little pony screamed loudly as his tiny tail-hole was savagely ravished, the Baron pinning him down and using him with brutal lust. It wasn't the first time the little pony had been abused like this, but no one as big nor powerful as the Tiger had ever done it before. And it hurt much more than Charlie expected it to, still he did his best to give pleasure to his rapist. "Humph... sluts like you like it rough!" The displeased feline growled, as he twisted the young equines arms up behind his back painfully making the pony scream again. The ponies cries of pain driving the big predator on towards his second orgasm in a matter of twenty minutes or so.

***

Vander lay back in his bunk, pipe blazing away merrily as Sir Henry and Corwyn stood over top of him. "Otto repaired the bullet holes in the outer walls, we are pressurized and at cruising height once more." Sir Henry assured a bit uncomfortably, although the big Hippos fear of heights and flying had dulled somewhat in resent days. Vander could help noticing that Henry was sporting a sizable bulge in his trousers, and was betting that the Hippo was hoping for some alone time with him. "Mechanically everything is work shockingly good... for a vessel with so may prototype components."

"Of course it is... Cameron designed it." Vander grunted as he rubbed at the bandage on his thigh, the wound was itchy as it healed.

"Just so." Sir Henry agreed with a grin, as he sat on the edge of Vanders bunk and patted his shoulder.

"We lost Rupert over night, however all the rest of our wounded are on the mend." Corwyn announced with cool military indifference, that the red Stag knew was just a front. The big stallion had already lost a number of friends in this adventure, and they were no closer to getting Cameron back then they were before. "Angus and Otto have come up with an idea to make us a cannon of two... using air pressure of all things."