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Star Hunter Gunndis

Chapter 2, Book 1

Gunndis and Dippley walk down the corridor from the command deck of her personal craft.

"Now I've seen your piloting skills, I want to judge your skills with the weapons I've got onboard," Gunndis says as they enter the common room of her ship. She waves to one of the doors off it, "VR chamber, I use it to keep my skills at their peak between assignments. You'll use it for the same reasons, but right now we'll use it to evaluate you. I read your tests, but the academy tests are child's play compared to the real world."

Walking over to a blank wall she places her hand on a palm reader and lets the computer recognize her hand before sliding the wall up into the ceiling and exposing the array of weapons, holsters, slings, and accessories neatly hung on the racks. Taking a pistol and holster from the racks she slips a blue training charge into the handle and holds the holstered weapon and a pouch of simulation stun grenades and ammo clips out to him, "You're familiar with the standard issued energy pistol I believe?"

He takes the holstered weapon and nods as he presses the holster to his right thigh and triggers the molecular-static charge to hold it in place with a press of the small blue tag. Taking the gun he checks the safety and returns it to its holster. "I've trained on it."

She nods and waves to the door as she takes a control pad from the wall. "Go ahead and climb in. I'll run the program from out here. Remember, treat this as if your life depends on it, 'cause one day soon it will."

He opens the door and steps into the blue grid of the VR chamber. As the door closes he flexes his hands and shakes them to loosen up.

He tilts his head as Gunndis' voice comes over the small receiver that had been implanted at his recruiting physical. "Alright Dippley, simple rules, don't die."

The blue grid around him fades into what appears to be a concrete plane with blocks and walls scattered for cover. As the first figures appear, the weapons clear in their hands he quick draws and fires his first shots from the hip as he dives for cover. Simulated energy bolts splash around him and strike his cover as he peeks around the corner and snaps off three well timed shots to catch three separate targets square in the chest and knock the simulated figures off their feet.

A volley of shots slams into his cover and he dives for another wall as the simulated block he was using is reduced to rubble. Switching the pistol from his right hand to his left he snaps off a few well aimed shots as he pulls a simulated stun grenade from the pouch next to his holster and lobs it at a cluster of targets. As the grenade disorients the targets with a bright flash and massive sonic pulse he stands from behind cover and taking the gun in a two handed grip fires off shot after shot untill all the targets are incapacitated.

Out in the common room Gunndis looks at her screen with an open mouth, "Not bad kid, not bad at all." She taps a few commands into her pad and smiles to herself, "Giving you a second pistol, I know it's frowned on, but let's see how you handle two guns."

In the simulation Dippley takes the gun that seems to float out of mid air and secures its holster to his other thigh. With a flourish he draws both pistols and looks for new targets to appear. Shots suddenly rain on him from four directions and he spins as he feels the impact of the energy bolts and sees the flares of impacts on his armor's shields as the readout projected onto the lens of his eye shows the power falling fast. Focusing his fire on a large group he drops half a dozen before he suddenly feels a sting in his back and the whole scene freezes as things take on a red tinge. Turning he sees a simulated target with a large rifle that had hit him in the back while he was focused on the group in front of him. He sighs and holsters the pistols as a frown crosses his features.

"Step on out Dippley," Gunndis' voice says as the scene fades back to the blue grid and the door opens.

He steps out and sees her lounging on the couch, the control pad sitting on the table in front of her. She motions to the couch across the table from her, "Have a seat." As he sits she uncrosses her legs and leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees and fingers entwined under her chin. "I'll start by saying you did good for your first time in my simulator. Most rookies wouldn't have made it past the first wave, you almost finished the second."

He nods, "Thank you ma'am, I noticed that the reactions of the targets in your simulator were faster than the ones I've practiced on."

She gives a crocked grin, "Of course, I want to practice against situations harder than I'm likely to face. You know what got you?"

He nods again, a serious look on his face, "High powered energy based sniper rifle firing shield breakers, must have been a Class-five or better. No body-shield can stand up against such a weapon. Only defense is to stay mobile or be behind heavy cover."

She nods, "Well, almost no body-shield." A serious look crosses her features, "Do you know why I put such a target in there your first time?"

"No ma'am," he says.

Standing, she reaches up and releases the molecular seam of her armor and pulls it down, letting her large but firm breasts leap free of the confinement, to show a small discolored patch of fur on the right side of her abdomen indicating an old scar, "My first solo mission. I was arrogant about my abilities and let my guard down. I took a shield-breaker from a Class-five power rifle." She turns around and shows the matching scar on her back, "Passed clean through me like I was paper. I was only using Mark-two equipment back then, I couldn't afford the better stuff."

She walks over to him, her armor abandoned on the floor behind her as her hips and tail sway seductively. "I'd rather you learn the lesson without the scars to remember it," she says, a gentle finger stroking down his chest.

He smiles up at her, that innocent puppy dog look still present, "Thank you for the lesson ma'am."

She leans forward her nose only inches from his, "I think it's time for some more personal weapon training." Her hand slides down the front of his armor, opening the molecular-seam there and slipping inside to gently fondle his package, "I want to see how well you handle a horny female with this cannon you've got here." Her hand gently massages till she feels his stiff length slipping free from his sheath, "And it feels like a rather formidable weapon too."

The big male's face heats in embarrassment, the insides of his ears and his cheeks going pink, "I... I... I haven't..."

She lets a sly smile cross her face, "That's alright; I'm supposed to teach my apprentice what he doesn't know after all." With her hand still on his stiffening shaft she closes the gap between them and kisses him gently at first but with increased passion as he relaxes in her arms.

As their lips separate she gently kisses her way down his throat as he raises his muzzle, a soft moan escaping his lips, "Oooohh gods..."

Kiss by kiss she works her way down his bare chest till she's kneeling between his legs, one hand holding his organ reverently as she gently kisses the head. Her hand tease his length with soft caresses as she walks kisses down the underside of his member till she can roll his jewels around inside their furred sac with her rough tongue, eliciting a, "Uuughh," of pleasure from her young apprentice.

With a soft, "Purrrrrrr," of her own pleasure she takes his length into her mouth slowly, inch by inch untill she can't go any further and she quickly strokes the remaining length a few times with her hand.

He whimpers softly, "I... I can't..."

"Mmmrrggrrrrrrowwwl," she growls with a sexual hunger as she strokes his member faster with one hand while the other fondles his balls. The pressure of the vacuum her mouth forms on his shaft pulling his treasure from within no matter how much he wants to keep it inside and prolong this pleasure.

He suddenly throws his head back in pleasure. "Hooooooowl," he lets loose as his scrotum contracts and his cock floods her mouth with his thick cream.

As the last few spasms fade he looks down at her, his face hot with blushing and ears drooping, "I'm sorry... I couldn't..."

She reaches up and touches his lips with a single finger to silence him. Standing from between his legs she pulls him to his feet and leads him towards her cabin, his armor slipping off him in the process to be left in the common room next to her own.

In her cabin she lowers the lighting to a candlelight level and crawls onto the oversized bed with its red silk sheets. Lying on her back she runs a hand up her side to rest at her collarbone as she licks her lips seductively, "Your next lesson, returning the favor."

He nervously approaches the bed and crawls up to her, "What... What do I do?" His nose is only inches from hers as he looks into her eyes, an innocent boy losing his innocence for the first time to a far more skilled female.

She smiles and purrs softly, "Just, do what comes naturally, let your instincts guide you." She gives his nose a gentle kiss.

He leans in to kiss her in return and his tongue slips out after a moment to explore her own mouth. The kiss deepens as his hands start to explore her Amazonian body starting with gentle fingers that trace her cheeks and neck, down to tentatively massage her firm breasts.

"Oooohhh," she moans as he gently flicks a finger across her erect nipple. Her moans encourage him further as he gently runs his hand down over her toned body to gently scritch her belly.

She giggles softly, "Hehehe... that tickles."

He smiles softly and runs his hand lower but avoids the obvious damp heat radiating from between her legs despite her needful spreading of her thighs and whimper of protest. He gently massages her muscled thigh, his fingers trailing across the sensitive inner flesh. "Ooooh," she moans and smiles at him, "Such a gentle giant you are."

He smiles, gaining some confidence as he lowers his head to lap at one of her nipples briefly before sucking the nub into his mouth. "Ooooh gods," she gasps, her arms clutching at the back of his head to hold him there. He pulls his head away only long enough to switch breasts and give similar attention to her other one leaving his fingers to tease her wet nipple.

"Nnngh," she grunts, her hips wiggling in need as he stimulates her nipples and the scent of her arousal fills the air of the small cabin.

He smiles wider, as he nuzzles and licks the valley between her breasts and slowly works his way lower, his nose guiding him closer to the intoxicating scent emanating from between her slightly spread thighs.

As his tongue traces its way over her pelvis she spreads her legs wider, "That's a good boy, go ahead..."

At her encouragement he lowers his head to give her whole mound a single slow lick with his broad tongue.

"Nnnnngh," she grunts as she bites her lip to keep from screaming in pleasure, her hands gripping the back of his head. When he pauses she looks down at him, her eyes flashing with an eerie red glow, "If you don't get to work down there... AHHH!" she is cut off as he spreads her wet outer lips and quickly laps his silky smooth tongue over her clit where it protrudes from its hood. Flicking the tip of his tongue over her little love button he works his hand around to ease his middle finger into her inner cavern's tightness.

"AAAHHHHH! Don't stop..." she begs, her whole body quivering with need she has long denied.

He feels a rough patch inside her sex and gently rubs it with the tip of his finger. "MMMRROOOOOOWWWL!!!" she screams as her orgasm hits her hard, her sex clamping around his finger as if to trap it inside and lot release the invading appendage.

She tenses, her hands flexing to grip his head as she grits her teeth in pleasure. Her legs cross behind him to lock his head right where it is with a strength that beyond what her frame would suggest is possible.

Bit by bit she relaxes and loosens her death grip on him. He gives her a few gentle laps of his tongue before he looks up at her, his muzzle still wet with her juices, "Adequate?"

She grins at him, her eyes flashing red again in the dim light with an inner fire, "I ain't done teaching you boi."

She grabs him and flips him onto his back on the wide bed with a superior strength that is hidden in her tight muscles. His breath wooshes out of him and he finds her straddling his chest while her hand reaches back to find his maleness rigid again, eager and waiting for her possessive touch. "Ahhh," she sighs, a predatory smile on her face as she licks her lips. "I see your cannon is reloaded and primed again for another shot. Now let's see if you can really tame the female before she breaks you."

Leaning over as she scoots backwards she kisses him, their tongues exchanging a taste of their own fluids, as his member is nestled into the crack of her shapely rear. Lifting her hips she lets the rounded head slip forward to nestle against the outer lips of her dripping sex. "Oooooh!" she moans as she gently presses against it to hold it there, not quite entering her. Looking down at him with a feral smile she whispers, "My, what a big gun you got there."

He smiles with a hint of self-confidence at her words, "Don't hurt yourself using it, big guns have a big kick."

"Purrrrrr, I think I can handle this," she coos as she slowly pushes herself onto him a centimeter at a time.

"Ggah!" Dippley gasps as he feels his length sinking bit by bit into the burning heat of her soaking wet tightness, a heat that seems far higher than a normal body temperature would be.

As she finally hilts herself on his thick rod she rises up to ride him while she coos, "Ooooh, I knew this would feel good."

Dippley reaches up to grip her hips as he moans, "Ungh."

Looking down at her apprentice she grins and lifts herself up off his throbbing shaft as slowly as she had sunk onto it. Hesitating on the upstroke with only the barest hint of the tip inside her she clenches her pelvic muscles and slams herself down, taking his entire length in a fraction of the time it had taken her before.

"GODS ABOVE!!!" Dippley shouts as the feline on top of him purrs hard enough to vibrate the very air of the cabin as she bucks her hips up and down, gyrations of her hips adding to the stimulation on his shaft.

He tries to control her motions with his grip on her hips but she pulls his hands from her hips and pins them to the bed on either side of his head as she learns over with a predatory growl. "Mrrrrrr... MINE!" she screeches as she slams her hips down harder onto his crotch and like a striking snake she darts her head in, jaws wide, and bites on his throat.

Dippley freezes at the feeling of the long feline fangs gripping his tender flesh and the rough tongue feeling both his pulse and gasps for breath. Gunndis continues to hold her prey at her mercy while her hips pound with determination to pull every drop she can from his loins.

Closing her eyes she lets out a screech which is muffled by his throat and he feels her tight folds grow both tighter and wetter at the same time as her second orgasm of the night takes her over that invisible line and far beyond. It's the last straw for the virgin canine and with a restrained, "Hooooowwwwwwl..." due to the grip on her throat, his nuts give up their prize for her hungry heat.

As his thick shaft pulses deep inside her Gunndis slowly releases the death grip on Dippley's throat and licks the wet fur where she had held him. Deep in her throat a loud, "Puuuurrrrrrrrr..." accompanies this gesture as he feels the last strong blasts of his seed within her dwindle to a trickle and some of the thick fluid starts to leak from their joining.

She releases his arms and slowly lifts herself from his slowly softening member. Scooting down over his legs she licks his flesh clean of both their fluids as it finds its way back into his furry sheath. With a gentle pat she climbs off him and lies beside him on the oversized bed, her eyes closed and her purring now that of a content kitten.

"That... That was amazing!" he gasps as he continues to try and catch his breath from the exertions of their coupling.

"Puuuuuurrrrrr, just wait till the next lesson," Gunndis says as she pulls him up to lie behind her, spooned against her back. Purring like a contented kitten she sighs, "It's been so long, I forgot how good it can be to not be alone." Pulling his arm around her she snaps her fingers to kill the lights completely in the cabin.

He nuzzles against her and asks, "Is this why I didn't get a cabin of my own?"

She grins in the darkness her golden eyes opening a sliver to flash with a red spark, "Maybe."

Orbiting a deserted planet deep in sector eighty-four the massive ship Mjollnir cruises in silent darkness, its broad hammerhead prow bristling with weapons.

A short rat morph male comes running down one of the archaically decorated corridors only to drop to a knee in front of the massive throne on the command deck surrounded by beautiful naked females of a dozen races collared and held there by thick chains. The massive and intimidating male wolf looks down on the messenger with disgust as if he were less than a bug. At a flicker of the huge figure's hand the messenger gasps out, "We have received word from our informant at Hunter Central. The Hunters have sent another of their number after you my Lord Thore."

The muscled and scarred wolf leans forward on his throne, leather straps creaking at their metal buckles and studs, to study the small male cowering in front of him, "Why do you think this is of import to me? We've easily dealt with all the others they've sent." He growls, "How is this one any different?"

The messenger keeps his eyes downcast, "Lord Thore, they're sending Gunndis and some unknown. The informant believes he is her apprentice."

The wolf throws his head back laughing, "Hahahaha, they think I'll be afraid of some wannabe Amazon pussy?" He strokes his hand over the huge weapon racked neck to his throne, "She is no match for me. But she should present some sport."

A robed female steps from a shadowed alcove behind the throne, "You dismiss her too quickly my Lord."

He waves a hand at her to approach, "What do you know Orace?"

The hooded female looks up to stare him unblinkingly in the eyes, "My Lord, I can find no record of her before she became a Hunter. I cannot even confirm that she's only a panther terra-morph and not some other race of non-terrestrial origin. I can only confirm that she has never failed to bring in her target alive. Her current ranking of Ten-star should mark her a more than worthy opponent. Do not dismiss her with such ease."

He shrugs, "She is only a Hunter. Hahahah, I think I'll have some fun with her before I kill her. I hear she's quite a looker. Might be worth it to add her to my harem rather than kill her." He returns his attention to the messenger kneeling at his booted feet, "Send an acknowledgement to our spy and pay the usual fee." He stands and taking his massive weapon from its rack rests it on his shoulder, "I'm going to go for a walk while I think of how to trap this pretty pussy."

The hooded female watches him leave the command deck and the messenger scurry off on his errand, 'Lord Thore, do you not see the danger?' She pulls the hood back from her face and opens a third eye on her otherwise human face. An inner golden glow radiates from the third eye and she closes her normal eyes, 'This Hunter is not some weak common being. But how is she shielded from me?'

All characters unless otherwise stated are the property of Christopher Gilman [aka Goliath Wildcat] and Jason Williams [aka Sinuke]. Story © Copyright Christopher Gilman 2008 all rights reserved