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"Do you know why they stick us back here with the tauntauns?"

Desmond ground his palms together before huffing across them. Steam billowed from his maw. "Because we're awful pilots," he blackly said.

"Maybe in your case," Spitey offered, sitting down next to Desmond. "You're the one who took down an AT-ST - with his own fighter. I got mine back to the hangar in one piece," he smiled.

"Okay," Desmond sneered, "mystery solved for me, but why do they stick you back here with the tauntauns?"

"Because I volunteered," Spitey said, widening his smile. On his craggy dragon snout, most expressions had an air of officiousness. Spitey's smiles in particular looked condescending most of the time. But Desmond being a fox could look equally as snide, as he did so now.

"Of all the crappy jobs on Hoth, why would you want to work around these dumb, smelly animals?" Desmond incredulously spat. "And besides, I was hoping," he chuckled, "that you stuck around back here to be with me."

"Sharing a bunk with you is bad enough," Spitey said, nudging Desmond's shoulder. "Way too communal in the dorms to get laid. That's why I work with the tauntauns."

Desmond went through an assortment of expressions before settling on one of disbelief mixed with a bit of disgust. "You're pulling my leg."

Spitey shrugged. "The smell is pleasant once you get used to it. And they're receptive to it, to be honest with you," he said. "Most everybody on base doesn't want to deal with the tauntauns unless they absolutely have to, so you get a lot of privacy."

"You're serious?" Desmond blurted out. The dragon said nothing but smiled coyly. Desmond looked away from him and across the cavern. Tauntauns milled about, some nuzzling up against each other for warmth, others grazing from their feed troughs. "They're pretty cute sometimes, I guess. And affectionate when you rub their necks."

"Mhm," Spitey murmured, wrapping his arm around Desmond.

A beat, then Desmond asked, "How are they?"

"Well, when you haven't had a hole to fuck in over a galactic cycle, anything feels like silk," Spitey laughed, "but I'd actually say they're very fun. They push back."

"That's terrible," Desmond chuckled, still grinding his palms together. He avoided Spitey's eyes for a moment before suddenly meeting them. "How long have you--?"

"Pretty much since we occupied the base," Spitey said ruefully. Again the conversation fell slack, then the drake asked, "You want me to guide you?"

"Guide me?" Desmond blurted out, noticeably distracted. "No, that's--, I don't think I want to do that."

"Suit yourself," Spitey smiled, stepping off the crate and onto the ground. "Go away, then."

"Huh? Why?" Desmond asked, sounding hurt.

"Because if you're not going to help out, I'm not giving you a free show," Spitey smirked back at Desmond.

It took Desmond less than five seconds to make a decision. He followed after Spitey, forgetting all about the numbness in his fingers. "All right, all right, If you're sure this is okay."

Spitey pulled Desmond close and gave him a kiss on the lips. "Considering I usually make them squirt, I'd say they don't mind it. Now, let's see," he mused, breaking off from Desmond, "there's a very willing lady somewhere around here, if I can find her..."

"A lady," Desmond dryly said, walking close to Spitey. Despite the weirdness of what was conspiring, Desmond had a bulge in his pants. The insulated olive drab trousers all workers were issued were anything but easy on erections, and the foxcoon self-consciously unzipped.

Spitey glanced down at Desmond's swollen, uncircumcised penis. "Nice," he smirked. "I had no idea you were this interested in diddling a tauntaun."

"It's been months," Desmond bitterly puffed. "I'd fuck a hutt, given the chance."

Taking that worrisomely at face value, Spitey gave Desmond's penis a squeeze and calmly remarked, "After this war blows over, I'll have to take you to Tatooine. I've got some friends there."

Desmond huffed at Spitey's squeeze. A bead of pre drooled from the tip but went unnoticed. "Friends, huh? That place is a shithole. I think you mean whores."

The dragon unhanded Desmond and unceremoniously reached up under the tail of a nearby tauntaun. The vaguely reptilian creature snuffled and kicked at the frosty earth but seemed otherwise unmoved as Spitey molested it. "Here she is." He glanced back at Desmond and said slyly, "Friends, whores, same thing after a point. Getting some kinky interspecies sex when everybody else is watching a podrace is a good time."

"Unbelievable," Desmond scoffed.

"And here you are about to screw a tauntaun," Spitey grinned, winking one of his fiery red eyes at Desmond. "Face it, you have no standards anymore. Now kneel down and get a taste of this."

Desmond started to kneel, but he stopped and awkwardly set his palms on the beast's thick, upright tail instead. "I'm not putting my face near its ass," he distastefully said.

"C'mon, don't be a prude," Spitey sneered. "They smell pretty damn good once you get used to it."

"I can't believe I'm letting you talk me into this crap," Desmond balefully said. He knelt down, putting his tender snout near the tauntaun's genitals. The beasts smelled like livestock and despite Desmond's familiarity with them, lingering near the hindquarters of one was something he tried hard to avoid.

"I'm not doing much more than suggesting things," Spitey coyly chuckled, squatting nearby. "Or maybe I'm using Jedi mind tricks on you, oooh." he teased.

"Shut it, I don't buy into that magic religion nonsense. A lightsaber would be cool, though..."

"Quit stalling and get your face in there," Spitey chuckled, thrusting Desmond's muzzle into the tauntaun's muff. When the foxcoon shrieked and braced his palms on the beast's haunches, Spitey reassured, "Tauntauns are very hygienic! They clean each other. All you're smelling right now is musk."

The musk couldn't be understated. It was such a heady scent that Desmond's sensitive canine nose was overwhelmed immediately. His penis throbbed in the cold air. He slathered up through the beast's vaginal folds with a hungry moan.

"There you go," Spitey snickered. "Lick and sniff, enjoy yourself. A good lay isn't something to rush."

"You're way too comfortable with this," Desmond murmured against the tauntaun's snatch. The lips were black and swollen, offering a peek of light purple flesh between. The swollen ring of her anus, which Desmond noticeably avoided, was also black with a hint of purple. Heavy musk emanated from both orifices, offensive to Desmond's nose on the surface, but the scent played tricks on him. Being so pent-up left Desmond especially susceptible to the beast's pheromones.

Spitey reached down and seized Desmond's penis. He masturbated his fox friend slowly and nuzzled in beside his snout to revel in the scent. "You'll be comfortable too by the time you're done, trust me," he chuckled. With his free hand, he parted the tauntaun's pussylips. Like a yawn escaping, a wall of musk left the beast's vagina and made Desmond wince.

"That smell," Desmond shuddered.

"Good, isn't it?" Spitey growled. He pressed his nose into the tauntaun's anus and sniffed deeply then dragged his tongue across the ring. Desmond surprised him by following in his tracks, but gingerly.

"When can I just fuck her?"

The dragon laughed and stuffed a digit deep inside of the tauntaun. The vaginal muscles within clenched on his invading finger. When he pulled it back, it was lightly coated with sharply-scented dew. "Do it, then, but you'd better last more than ten seconds."

"No promises," Desmond sourly remarked, standing up straight. Erect like so, Desmond realized how ideal the height of the beast's genitals was. He needed nothing to stand on nor to bend his knees. Her wet snatch was simply there, and she gazed back, gnawing her bit with a coquettish twinkle in her eyes.

"They do have pretty eyes, don't they," Desmond murmured more to himself than his friend.

"Yes they do," Spitey agreed, gripping Desmond's cock again. He guided the twink to the tauntaun's folds, since he seemed too preoccupied to do it himself. "Pay attention, you're the one who wanted this so badly."

"Bite me, you talked me into this," Desmond snapped, but he moaned when he pressed forward. Entering the tauntaun was an effortless gesture. Her thick muff enveloped his member. The silken pink walls inside drew him in. He wrapped his arms about her dense tail for stability. "Oh, gosh," he crooned. "It's been so long since I had pussy."

"At first," Spitey mused, watching the penetration and Desmond's slow initial grinds, "I thought the tauntauns were almost as good as the real thing. But at this point," he chuckled and stroked Desmond's plush, round behind, the curve of which was mostly lost in the insulated pants, "I think I prefer them."

"I just might end up sharing that view," said Desmond, grinding in from a near-exit. When his hips pressed flush to the beast's loins, he moaned. The tauntaun let out a cute little cry. Whether or not it was intentional, she flexed her vaginal walls around his shaft. Both creatures took pleasure away from it.

"Nice and slow, make love to her," Spitey grinned, swaying his tail back and forth.

"Fuck that," Desmond shuddered, and he started to grind harder. But Spitey held his leg, then gripped his penis.

"Slowly, slowly, or you're gonna pop quickly," Spitey knowingly laughed. As he kept Desmond throttled, he leaned nearer the tauntaun's rear and partook of a sniff from her quivering anus. A shudder shook through his body and he gave the ring a kiss. "Kind of a shame that they don't like anal sex, but they do seem to love a rimjob..."

"You're incredible," Desmond said, speaking with disgust. Buried somewhere in there was admiration.

The dragon shrugged and trailed the tip of his tongue around the tauntaun's pucker, then he remarked, "I do what I want."

"The other rebels are fighting some hopeless war with the Empire," Desmond distantly said, grinding in slowly with a short stroke, "and here we are fucking a tauntaun."

"What's normal without some perverts to make the contrast?" Spitey asked. Punctuating his statement, he slithered his tongue beyond the tauntaun's anus, penetrating her with the strong, wet muscle. She let out her little cry again then flexed both vaginal and anal muscles around the invading organs. Desmond's moan was pronounced and quaking, Spitey's much more subtle.

As the dragon suckled and rimmed, Desmond did what he could to defy the throttling. He hugged the tauntaun's tail firmly and swished his own, often moaning and puffing. "I want to cum," he grunted. "Just so badly..."

Spitey squeezed Desmond's shaft then pulled back abruptly. With a smile on his handsome snout and his own insulated pants tenting, he conceded. "Oh, go ahead, then... It's not like I lasted very long my first time."

All Desmond needed was the permission to do so, and he started to nail the tauntaun with everything he could muster. It was a wonderful show for Spitey whom pulled out his own thick, uncut penis. Still squatting close by, he masturbated and stroked the beast's leg reverently, sluicing her soft pelt through his fingers. "Beautiful creature," he growled. "Fucking these things makes this miserable post worthwhile."

"Ooh, definitely," Desmond panted, squeezing her tail. Over and over, his slim hips crashed against her hindquarters. The wet suck of her snatch echoed in the cavern and her brays came often and with obviously lewd connotations. Desmond's tongue dangled slack from his maw.

"Come on, fuck her brains out," Spitey puffed, jerking himself as roughly as Desmond plowed the tauntaun. "She's loving it. You're getting her off, I can smell it."

The power of suggestion alone allowed Desmond to notice it too. The poignant aroma of a female tauntaun about to squirt is a distinct one, noticeable even to the untrained nose. Desmond's nostrils flared but his nose pad wrinkled. It was nearly an off-putting odor all over again, but he was so far-gone that he could only find himself aroused by the pheromones which her stink conveyed.

Desmond sucked in his tongue and clenched his teeth. His ears splayed back on his skull and his tail flagged upwards in a vibrant display of bands. One last volley of thrusts crushed her muff under his hips over and over again. The tauntaun abruptly brayed and tossed back her head. A thick, viscous slime heavy with pheromones coated his loins and stained his pants. The mess would be unmistakable, but Desmond didn't care at the moment, for when her cunt wrenched down on his invading penis, he cried out and came too, blasting a thick load deep inside of the beast.

"Oh, oof," Desmond grunted, resting much of his weight on the puffing tauntaun's sturdy tail.

"Don't pull out yet," Spitey cooed as he slowed his stroking. "She likes when you stay inside a bit."

Desmond glanced at Spitey and cracked a smile. "You want to take over?"

The dragon stood up as if to take up the offer, but he merely kissed Desmond's cheek. "Seems like she's taken a liking to you. Nah, I'll go find one of the other girls."

Leaning on the purring creature's tail, Desmond shook his head and murmured to himself, "I am not telling my grandkids this part of the story..."