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A Change of Heart: Meet the team.

Author: DragonMercX4 (Dirty man.)

Warning, none under 18 may read. Digimon are not mine, the rights of them go to their owners, not me. The characters, however, are mine. References are made to many moves, creatures, games, and themes that are owned by specific corperations. I only take credit in the way I have placed them together, not for their existance. Thank you.

Smoke, grey in color, ranging from light to dark, covered the field. It was 2134, and the war for earth and the digital world was at hand. Many years ago, Digimon made their first appearance on earth, thought to be monsters or aliens. One hundred years later, the real aliens showed up. They were akin to crosses between animals and human beings, much like a few digimon, but others were those from myth and legend... Minotaur, for starters, but they were mindless killing machines, easily picking up and throwing tanks as if they weighed nothing at all. A host of terrors from horror films, or things like them, came as well. Dark urgling-like creatures, reptilian spiders, and too many other creatures from the darkest recesses of the most destroyed minds invaded. One goal: Conquer.

But, not all were hostile. There were, albeit ironic, a host of Anthro type creatures that were against this plague. They called themselves the Universal Liberation Corps. They consisted mainly of foxes, wolves, equines, felines, canines, avians, and dragons even. The dragons being a surprise since most reptilian races were part of the plague like force bent on taking over earth and adding its populace to its scores of decaying troops.

Earth, however, was prepared to fight. The years and years of digimon influence had greatly progressed technology as threat after threat was taken down from the digital world. Now, even the enemies of both realms were working together for earth's survival. The amazing powers of the Mega level digimon, both dark and light, worked amazingly in taking control of earth once again, restoring peace on the tattered blue sphere. From there, with the help and supplies of ULC, they launched an offensive, cleansing the plague from the solar system. Once they learned of it, it was unanimously agreed that earth would help in ridding the universe of these foul beasts, in hopes of putting an end to the relentless hoard.

Now, with Solaris 9, as the ULC had designated earth's solar system, heavily fortified, the military forces of earth moved forward in their theater of war, marking a standalone in history as many peoples of many descents and different worlds worked together to achieve galactic safety... One fight at a time.

***

"All fighter groups, report to launch bay twelve." Blared the intercom, the voice behind it stunningly effective at motivation. "All Spec. Ops and Black Ops units, report to launch bay thirteen and prepare for drop."

"C'mon Ryan, that's us." Yelled Cpt. Jennifer Raider to Renomon at the back of the armory, picking up a SAW compact assault rifle, mounting an ACOG scope to it. He nodded quickly, fitting on the advanced battle armor, code named Spartan 4. He picked up a .50 cal heavy assault rifle with explosive ammunition and a P90x4, a newer version of the one he'd seen in documentaries of earth's glory days, right after WW2. This new alternate had specialized rounds meant to be fired from its internal magnetic rail system. Putting the rifle across his back, he ran over to his captain and saluted, five other Rens of various gender following suit with different weapons and armor, all having specialized rolls. Each of them had silencers, even on Ryan's .50 cal.

Jenna smiled at her troops. She'd been paired with Ryan for years and they'd seen countless combat missions like this before. Her command skills were unparalleled, just as her marksmanship, and she was the lead operative in the only Black Ops squad to come out with a 100/100 average for every mission it was assigned. She pulled an advanced .70 cal magnetic accelerator precision ranged small arms cannon off the wall and pulled on a pack that housed munitions for almost any situation. With a motion, her squad formed up in two lines right behind her, Ryan to her right. They jogged out of the armory and down to the bay that was a modified hanger, converted into an Orbital Drop bay. She remembered an old game, Halo ODST, and smiled. She felt like they knew nothing at all compared to the dangers she was about to face.

She smiled in pride as they walked down the halls to the bay of the Nightingale, a Covert Ops battle cruiser with SERPENTIEN stealth, Omni-Cloak generator, and counter sensor equipment that would keep the whole ship from being detected, either visually or by sensor. Every human, digimon, and furry alike stopped and looked on in awe at the most elite team in the entire ULC fleet passed by, headed for the Drop.

They had respect, and even more important, skill. They'd be put into intense fighting situations, but no one knew where they were. They were ghosts, even in the heat of combat. Silent killers in a crowd with no way to spot them or even know they were there, apart from the screaming deaths of nearby friends.

BAY 13 the sign read. Cpt. Raider pointed to the sleek black pods that awaited her and her team, each equip with inertial dampening drives and cloak so they could land without a sound. Her entire force was based on stealth, and they were the best at it. Each of her soldiers got into a pod, Ryan in the pod next to her. Just one of them was dangerous, so with all of them going in like this, the death of many a monster was guaranteed.

The hatch lowered behind her as she got into her own pod, fixating herself comfortably for the drop as she watched over fifty Spec. Ops troopers get into the pods on the other side of the hanger. They were going in on the side of their target, a base of operations for the Plague, and her and her soldiers were going in on the communications station for the base. They'd hit first, then the Spec. Ops would go in on their target.

"Captain Raider, you know your role. Hit hard and fast so we can take them all out. You have the green light, Captain. May battle be swift and your people safe." Said an all too familiar voice from the command deck. Her father, commander of the 34th Tactical Division, was here and was over-seeing the operations. She smiled inwardly.

"Jenna to Night-Hawks... This is going to be very dangerous, mark 4. I want everyone sharp. Everyone! If I find out that even one of you is slacking, I'll make it my personal responsibility to see to it that you are in the gym 24/7." Cpt. Raider said into the intercom, getting affirmatives from everyone. She looked into her tactical HUD and scrolled through each of their faces. Renamon were the fiercest of all soldiers, and she felt proud of every one of them. Each was stern and cool, calm and aggressive. Nothing short of perfect. "We'll get a good vacation after this, guys. You've earned it." This changed not a face, except for Ryan. He grinned.

"It'll be good to get some alone time with you, Ma'am." He said confidently.

"Likewise. Let's go. Drop in four. Three. Two." All the lights in the ship went out, the hull whining from stress as it dropped from the star drive's jump anomaly. Just as the lights went back on, she yelled, "DROP!" and slammed her hand on the green button, the pods shooting down hard onto a planet very similar looking to earth. But the one big difference was... It was a dying world.

***

There was the loud rushing of wind as the pod came down to the surface, just outside of an abandoned city. As Ryan looked out of the cockpit, he noticed just how earth-like the planet seemed, the buildings done in a very similar fashion to those the humans had constructed in the early 21st century.

There was a muffled whine as the anti-gravity inertial dampening generator came online, slowing his decent to a complete stop in a small alley way. He saw Jenna's pod come down right next to his, and the other five in a row on his other side. The pods were expensive, so they had to be concealed. Besides, they were their way of getting back home in one piece.

Ryan, just like he knew how, pulled a set of levers and the door to the pod came open with a very quiet hiss. He heard the same five more times, Jenna already on top of the building in front of them, looking thought her scope at the communications compound. "Heavily fortified." Ryan heard her say into the com Link. "There's an exploitable opening in the south side, most likely an accident. I'd say maybe three guards visible. Probably more in the tree line, they've been expecting us to hit them for some time now. Danger close, I'd say. Jess, get that specialized shot gun of yours ready, I'll put my money on it being very useful in a few moments. Everyone, cloak the pods now! Incoming patrol!" She hissed into the com, everyone moving in a flash and hiding in various places right after hitting something in the cockpits, making them vanish from sight. A combustion vehicle drove by, three tangos in it. They didn't see a thing.

Jenna got up into a crouched position, motioning for Ryan to follow her. She hit a button on her suit, a light whirr reminding her of its instability as she leapt from one building to another, quickly heading towards the vehicle with Ryan right behind her. The squad was, more than likely, setting up a perimeter, allowing the ghost drones they used to fortify the landing site. None of them would fire a round unless the pods were discovered. Even then, they had suppression systems that would ensure their invisibility.

Ryan and Jenna came upon the patrol, and tagged the vehicle. It would be struck from orbit if they needed it to be, but for now, they just needed to have its position constantly marked. Ryan, much to the surprise of Jenna, quickly strapped a small quantum grenade to the undercarriage. His armor bending light around it to make him completely invisible to the naked eye. As he walked back, she regarded him with a very questioning eye. "They'll come to the base once we've started out attack. I figured a bomb in their ranks would help." He said, getting a smile of appreciation in return.

When they came back to the squad, Alpha 6, Eagle, was smiling. She was their covert scout, having the most advanced infiltration armor that existed, and enough weapons to bring an army to their knees. She was smiling ear to ear in her helm. "Every solitary tango dropped, ma'am." She whispered into the com proudly.

"Good work, Eagle. Jack, what would you say would be the best possible route to follow?" She asked a male Renomon, looking him in the eye though the visors.

"I would say through the hills to the east, and then down on that opening you spotted, Jen." He said slowly, thinking it through repeatedly even as he said it. "The terrain looks very rough, impassible without the right equipment. The way I see it, we'll be walking on eggshells, but it's better than walking with Death." He finished, nodding.

"Sounds good. Jess, Lisa, you watch our backs. I don't want any nasty surprises sneaking up on us. With how heavily fortified the area looks, and by the fresh scars and smell in the air, I think the planet's natural inhabitants have yet to leave. I don't think they'd be too friendly. Eagle, you and Buck go to the west. Cut of any reinforcements they try to send out way." She said, looking to her close and mid range combat specialists, then to her scout and heavy weapons specialists.

With a nod, Alphas 6 and 7, Eagle and Buck, went off to their objective. If Jenna was right, they'd have their fair share of baddies to take down. She sighed, still very pleased that her unit was the best of the best's best.

***

03:15 hours. Buck and Eagle were in position, ready to knock on the front door while the rest of them went around to the south wall, readying to head in once the distraction was set. She knew full well the danger her scout and heavy were putting themselves into, as did they, but like every member of Black Ops Alpha, were more than ready to lay down their lives for their fellow soldiers.

"Buck, Eagle, what's your status?" She whispered into the com, two of the guards not even a foot from her. She was in the thicket of bushes to which they had their backs turned, waiting for the gentle nudge her operative were about to give them in order to entice them away from the back. She got her answer as an explosion rocked the area, the communications array being blown all to hell. Instantly, tangos swarmed everywhere, just like a stirred up hornets' nest. True to their nature, Buck and Eagle had already completed the objective, just as lights started to rain down from the sky as the Spec. Ops squad was hot dropped on top of the enemy fortress. "Caught them with their pants down and around their ankles." She mused into the com, blowing the gut right out of both of the guards in front of her, them being the last two left.

She handed the mag-rail shot gun back to Jess, smiling. She was too, happy to have been helpful. Motioning for them to follow, Jenna went into the compound through the hole, and the "Clean and Sweep" operation took place.

***

Far away, in a lab for the ULC Advanced Weapons Department, a wolf was calmly sitting in a very powerful scanner. The blue and red beams went over his midnight black fur with astounding speed, looking for any signature or trace of energy that it could find. "Target non-existent." A computerized female voice said as the wolf simply vanished from sight, the scanners being the only thing that left him visible.

"Okay, now try to do it without showing at all." A male voice said over the intercom, and with a flash of energy, there was an audible woof like sound. The scanners began again. This time the voice didn't come on, but a warning tone filled the room. "Good job, you've completely fooled the most advanced sensor array in the known universe."

The wolf reappeared, walking out of the room and into a smaller one, fitting on a simple uniform. It was sleek, black like his fur, and was adorned with many metals. A large, confidant dragon came into the room, beckoning for him to follow. Leaving the room, he followed the large drake down the white halls of the facility, noting the many experiments with penetration laser technology in progress. He knew they were trying to redesign the beams with a rotating energy frequency that would by-pass the Plague's common shield defenses, even on the capital battle ships. The drake opened a door and the wolf stepped in, his calm blue eyes resting on the jaguar in the large chair behind a desk. Standing at attention, the wolf saluted, the large cat copying the expression, and only lowered his par after the cat did.

"Congratulations on that last test, son. You're making this department very proud of you. Who knew your kind would be so pliable as to incorporate the latest achievements in the genetic field to change you so drastically. Do you know why we have been doing so much training in stealth and covert operations?" He asked. His voice was rough, deep, and still resonated with pride and strength. The wolf simply shook his head, refraining from speaking. "Not one for talking, eh? No worries, I'll do enough talking for both of us. You see, we've found a soft spot in the high command for the Plague, but we need a full Black Ops team to infiltrate it. As it is, there has to be at least one soldier that can bypass every single defense they have quietly and let the rest of the team in. Now, intelligence, or the lack of such, has declared this mission of up most importance. We have a squad in mind, but we don't have any armor systems that can handle the stress that would be put on them trying to get access into the compound. That's where you come in. You will work with this squad, gain access to the facility, and take down the hive mind. But, before you can do that, you have to get to know the squad. As their officer put it, and I quote; "The success of my soldiers is that we know each other very well, and will put our lives into anyone of our hands without hesitation." So, you are to go with the squad as they vacation in Solaris 9, get to know them as best you can, then personally brief them on the mission. The absolute latest in stealth and cloaking vassals is at your disposal, and is yours to keep since we've already made a few more, and like you this enhanced version never existed." Finishing, the jaguar handed him a dossier on the team.

The wolf merely nodded at the jaguar, departing soon after. He was again escorted by the drake, but to the launching facility of the new fighter. Being a skilled fighter technician and pilot, he simply nudged the tech looking it over aside, taking the readout sheet he had and looking it over himself. Going over to the craft, he put his hand on the wing, its sleek black surface perfectly matching his fur and his suit. Smiling, he pressed a few buttons on the back and a hatch dropped open almost instantly, slowing to a stop before silently touching down on the metal floor of the hanger. The techs took off the hose lines going to it, and stated the lift that would bring the craft to the launch room, just outside of the underground base. The ship was a very powerful looking craft, resembling one of the old F-22 raptors from earth, but almost twice the size, with a cargo/troop bay that had a way to the cockpit. Climbing in and getting into the pilots chair, he saluted the drake as he went just out of site of the hanger, ascending onto the launch pad.

Letting his hands fall gently on the throttle and pitch, he felt the ship roar to life, activating the permanent cloaking drive and stealth drive. With a flick of the throttle, the ship lifted into the air just as the lift halted, the dome like structure opening, showing space. He pulled up the pitch and pushed the throttle down gently, launching out of the asteroid science lab and into the void of space. With a few taps on the control panel, the ship jumped to warp, heading towards the vacation spot of Black Ops Alpha Squad.

***

On Earth, Alpha squad was enjoying a much deserved break. They were located on a mountain in the far north of the American continent, middle of winter. Jenna was the only one out of place, the cold being preferred by her squad because of their fur. She was usually in front of the fire, but whenever they went skiing or snowboarding, she'd suit up and join them without hesitation. Every time, she had a blast, as did the rest of them. Their R&R was much needed, and finally, the first night came. There were four rooms for the squad, and it was obvious what they did on their free time. Eagle and Buck, Jack and Lisa, Ryan and Jenna, the three pairs would each have their own rooms, Jess had her own, not really taking a partner. She was content on her own.

Ryan and Jenna never did what the other four did, however. They were more than happy to just cuddle up to each other in the warmest of possible embraces. She always loved how cool his fur felt, how soft it was, and how secure she felt in his embrace. He loved the feeling of someone being there, the heat rolling off her, and the knowledge that she would never hurt him. They loved each other, but they didn't know just how deep that love ran, not until that night.

Jenna felt funny. She usually felt the needy itch between her legs around Ryan and knew full well what it meant, but she didn't want to complicate her feelings towards him. She wanted him and bad sometimes, but knew that the kind of love she'd have for him afterwards would destroy her career and would put the lives of the rest of the team in danger. Besides, she was allowed to cuddle up to him whenever she wanted to, because she was his tamer. Even though they weren't lovers, they sure were together enough. That was good enough, in Jenna's eye.

Ryan also felt the same way, a powerful desire for her burning in his loins, but he always kept it under control. He wouldn't ever betray her trust like that, and would never complicate things with sex. He knew better. He knew that it would affect her far more then it would him and would more than likely, influence her judgment. But lately...

Ryan's thoughts were interrupted suddenly by the feeling of Jenna's lips against his own. His heart leapt out of his chest and his control over his body failed at the same time. Purring lightly, he kissed her back, savoring the sweetness of her lips. It wasn't more than a second until he was trying to push his tongue into her mouth, and she eagerly accepted, wrestling with it in hers. She moaned lightly with him as he ran his tongue along the underside of hers, Paws moving tenderly across her back and side, her hands moving enticingly over his chest, almost clawing at him for more. But then she stopped, her mind catching up with what she was doing.

"I... I'm sorry, Ryan. I shouldn't have." She started, then Ryan gently pressed his finger against her lips.

"No, Jenna. Don't apologize. Not for feeling for me the same I have felt for you for the longest time. Not for wanting to show me that you want to be with me like that. Never for that. I just want to know," He paused for a moment, looking long and hard into her eyes, "Are you sure you're ready?" He asked tenderly, lovingly, and very sincerely.

Almost not believing he knew so much, she nodded slowly. "I... I am Ryan. I've just been afraid I might fail the others if we get too close." She said innocently, making Ryan almost cry because he found her to be perfect for him in every way.

"You can't, not if you have felt this way for as long as I think you have. You would have already done it. Besides, there's no possible way they'd let you. We are part of the absolute best team in the ULC's history. They won't fail you." He said confidently, smiling at her in a comforting way. "I won't fail you."

"..." She was at a loss. There was no other way to put it. Being told that it would work, that she could be with the man she loved. And she loved Ryan more then she thought was possible. Without any more hesitation, she turned him over and mounted him, kissing him passionately, reveling in his exotic flavor, needing to feel him buried in her body in the most intimate of acts. She was ready to give herself to him completely, but was scared, because it was her first time to ever go this far. Stopping to tell him, she got a finger to her mouth and a nod, one of his paws very gently touching her abdomen, letting her know that he knew and that he planned on being very gentle.

"That' why I didn't stop you from getting on top, Jenna. I won't go until you're ready." He promised her, very gently running his paw over her cheek while looking into her deep, emerald eyes with passion and respect. He wouldn't ever, not in a thousand lifetimes, take advantage of her. She was his delicate flower, one that might be able to kick his ass twelve ways to hell, but his to protect none the less. Even though he knew she'd be protecting him too.

"Thank you, Ryan." Jenna replied with a tear of joy running down her cheek. What he said hit home to her heart, the perfect words to forever seal her to him forever. With a little maneuvering, she positioned his now throbbing shaft between her creamy thighs and, biting her lower lip, dropped hard on him, hilting his wonderful length deep inside of her tight virgin tunnel, something ripping easily and only mildly painfully, the feeling of being stretched over his massiveness being the only serious problem. She cringed hard; her body suddenly taxed from his immense size, and gave a slight whimper of pain.

Ryan looked into her eyes and knew that it had to hurt badly. He was nicely endowed, thirteen inches, three in thickness at the base, and knew it was the size that hurt. His mind was hazed almost immediately because of her tightness, but his logic calmed him and let him know that meant the more pain for her in order to accommodate him. Trying to sooth her, he gently rubbed her shoulders, pulling her down on top of him and rubbing her back, especially her lower back. He gently told her to relax, feeling her pulse in her tight neathers, making him wild with desire. But his heart told him not to move, to let her calm and adjust. He was a little big for a Renomon, and he knew it.

It took a few minutes, a few tears, and a lot of cringing, but finally, Jenna let out a very pleasured moan from the feeling of being completely and utterly filled. The feel of Ryan's fur against her naked body had always been relaxing, and she'd been sleeping with him like that for some time, but this was more the she could have begun to think. She rose her lower body and let it fall gently, feeling his length slide in and out of her in a constant rhythm, his body shaking in pleasure from her tightness.

Ryan had never thought that anything could feel like this. He knew that sex was supposed to be amazing, but had never done it. Not even oral. He just knew that Jenna would be his first since the first time he met her and found her to be his tamer. Now she was his lover, and more over, mate. The thought occurred to him without anticipation, no warning, just there suddenly. He was taken aback by it, but it felt right to call her that. Never had it felt better to call her anything accept "His."

Jenna's mind was white with the intense feeling of his hot, slick cock filling her body over and over again, each ridge on the canine like appendage hitting every spot in her body that would send blinding, surging pleasure though her body, coursing through her veins like a poison, taking her over and making her mad with desire. She needed him more with every passing second and felt that need building and building in her body, and knew it was coming. His shaft pulsed long and hard with each beat of his heart, in perfect time with hers, getting harder and harder by the passing second. She knew that when it happened, she would never go back to thinking sex wasn't a big deal ever again. Suddenly, something in her told her to go faster, harder, with more power, and to the surprised "yiff" that Ryan made, did. She rode him hard, his arms tightly wrapped around her as she pulled up and down with her lower body on his ridged tool, her pussy milking it for every drop it had, wanting to be filled by the thick, sticky seed, needing to be.

She started going faster. If nothing made Ryan's mind go blank, that still would. He could feel every ridge within her walls, the tight vice grip they had, paired with the slickness and heat, sent his body wild. He felt his heart beating too fast, but didn't care, knowing he was going to give his mate the best thing in the world possible, himself and his soul. Every time she dropped on him, he would thrust against her, every time she would rise, he'd pull back out until just the tapered tip of his shaft was between her velvety lips, swollen and red with need, a desire to be parted once again and be filled by his length. He gladly accepted and fulfilled that need, feeling the pleasure blast though him, shaking him on a level he didn't know was there as his body built and built up something wonderful he was only going to share with her, never anyone else. He needed it, he needed her, and he needed it from her too. The strong smell of her cunny, hot and delicious, filled the air. His musky smell only enticed both of them to continue, the scent of her lubricants only making them mad as animals.

They moaned in unison, Ryan feeling his knot begin to form, making a slight popping sound each time it went in or out, Jenna's body shaking harder and harder with delight as the wonderful flesh rubbed against hers hard and needing. Her G-spot was hit by it every time he hilted her as deeply as he could until it happened... His tool jumped and the knot swelled, tying them together for good as they continued. Short, hard thrusts paired with almost howling pleasure as they rose to their canyon, looking over its walls with bungee cords on their ankles.

In a sudden, silent howl, they came hard, her juices spilling out onto him, giving him a thin shinny layer of her cum as his rock hard shaft pulsed powerfully in her body, emptying everything it had into her tight confines, all of it going straight to her womb and filling it to the point it began to fall down to the base, not making it past the knot in her body, swollen to its max. She let her head go back in a scream of pure, unbridled, mind blowing pleasure as he clenched his teeth, holding her hips against his as his back arched hard below them. Both of their bodies seized and jerked repeatedly as he shot load after load of pearly white ropes of cum into her wanting and needing body, satisfying her desires for the night, and his.

After what felt like hours to the both of them, they came down from their bliss, having gone off the edge and bounced back, slowly floating down to earth. She collapsed on him, panting hard as he did, both hearts beating the same, breaths drawn the same, sweat dripping from them both. They heard three other cries of pleasure and two howls and knew deep down the others were finishing as well, sating what they must have needed for a long, long time. Ryan was the first to speak.

"May... May I call you my mate?" He asked almost breathlessly, and Jenna began to cry immediately, feeling her heart ready to burst from joy at the question. She nodded hard and kissed him deeply, barely finding the energy to do it, but doing it regardless. She was more than happy to be his mate, and wanted nothing more from life than that. It didn't take long for them to fall into a hazy sleep soon after, letting their afterglows take them away...

***

The wolf had just shown up, ready to knock on the door when he heard cries of passion and howls of pleasure come from inside the house. He knew without missing a beat what was going on and, without really trying, found that the seven minds within the walls of the cabin were going white with dazzling pleasure. He had only felt that from his friend, the drake. However, the drake wouldn't let him return the favor, saying "What I give to you, or in this case take, is a gift. You need not repay a gift, Shadow." Remembering the feeling of the drake's tight muzzle around him made him stir slightly, but he silenced it with not but his will. Turning around, he went back to the ship, getting back in and lying down on the bed he had found came down from the wall. Without even motioning, the ships lights went very dim, the cloak activated, and the hatch closed as he smiled to himself, musing that he was still a virgin except for the oral he had received from his scaled friend.

Still amused, he let himself go over their names and rolls over and over, along with the details of their mission soon to come. He went over ways to introduce himself, and ways to break the news about the assignment, and even what he would do if they tried to include him in their games, especially the one who seemed to be without a mate. Jess, he knew her by. In the dossier, it had said that she was the one who "Guided" the team with intuition, feelings of the future that were inaccurate and a guess at best. But, she'd proven herself right too many times to count. He smiled once again, remembering her medical records. She was a hermaphrodite, which turned him on, to say the least. The remainder of his thoughts before he let sleep claim him were erotic ones including him and Jess.

***

Buck and Eagle were just coming out of their afterglow, Buck slipping free with a light "Pop" noise, making them both shiver. Eagle carefully turned her body around, getting in the 69 position as she felt Buck's warm tongue part her lips and lovingly clean her neathers, purring all the while, tasting himself and her at the same time. She returned the favor, taking his maleness into her muzzle and swirling her tongue around it, purring in her throat to further stimulate him, being rewarded by a soft moan from her lover and mate as he continued to literally suck the cum out of her, enjoying himself.

She found her taste erotic, especially with his. The thought dawned on her that she's heard more than just her, Buck, Jack, and Lisa, but Jenna and Ryan as well. "Bout time they came to their senses." She thought in her head, giving Buck's tip a light loving kiss as he did to her southern lips. She turned back around, looking into his deep yellow eyes as they both purred quietly. Buck was the first to speak.

"Thank you, for taking me up on your wings, away from this world and its troubles, letting me express how much I love you, none too subtle." He said poetically. She blushed through her dark grey fur at the brown and green Ren below her, feeling her heart touched by his poetry, as it always was. She had fallen for him because of a sonnet he read to her, telling her his passion for her was a monument to the gods themselves, for them to be jealous that such a love could be given to none other than her, and they were forever to be cast aside in trifle by his needing soul, wanting to join her forever in as much as a loving embrace, finding her presence the most fulfilling event he has ever experienced, seeing her eyes as deep spires of truth and comfort, taking his breath away and putting his mind to rest, setting his worries and troubles aside and away. He said how he thought of her to be an angel, sent to captivate him every minute of every day for each time he saw her, he felt a little piece of his heart go with her, no matter what she did or said, even her criticism seemed to be a great complement because she was only trying to better him, show him how to make her satisfied with his actions, and how to please her. He told her of how his only wish was to make her happy forever, whether or not he would be, because seeing her even the slightest bit pleased made him feel happier than even the greatest gift any god could give him.

She kissed him long and softly, feeling the desire to be with her in him burning strong. He would protect her, love her, and trust her above all else. And that couldn't have made her any happier.

***

Jack felt comfort in Lisa's arms, her dark bronze fur captivating his eyes and her deep, golden eyes capturing his soul. He loved her more than life its self, and wanted to do no more than please her. He could feel himself softening in her, but kept hard by thinking of her moans, wanting her to fall asleep with the feeling of being filled because he knew how happy it made her.

Lisa felt she was the luckiest girl alive, having found the perfect mate, ready and willing to do anything for her and at her beck and call whenever he needed her. They were better partners in bed then on the field in a long shot, and their gun happy nature fit together perfectly. She loved the idea of protecting him as he lay atop of her body, only an inch shorter then her. He had midnight blue fur, covering every inch of his body, creamy white fur going from his chin to his crotch along with the tuft of fur around his neck. She loved every inch of him, no matter what he said, she though he was beautiful...

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Jess sighed sleepily, cleaning herself from chest to knees, getting her cum off her fur. She was happy, yet sad, to have the equipment of both genders. She could be with anyone she desired, yet, none would ever desire her once they found out what she was. It was a closely guarded secret that only Jenna knew of. She felt that her captain would be able to understand her, and she was, but so badly wanted to see for herself. She laughed a little at first, but ended up holding her as she wept, feeling dejected. She'd made a new bond with Jenna that day, and from then on, Ryan even treated her more delicately. Jess just wished that she could find a man that would be hers one day, maybe soon. She'd wait forever for the perfect man for her.

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Well, this is the end of this part. Comments are NEEDED for me to continue with this series. I just want to know if I may be wasting my time, or have found the sort of style that could put me in the writer's spotlight. Please tell me what you think, I need to know so that the next chapter can be even better.