FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

Name: Necross Species: Dragon

*Stats*

HP: 32/36

Strength: 12 (+2) Dexterity: 10 (+1) Constitution: 11 (+1) Intelligence: 10 (+1) Wisdom: 10 (+1) Charisma: 10 (+1)

Special Moves

Corruptive Musk: Chance of weakening or altering an opponent's mindset, requires being close enough for the musk to be released or fill the room.

Tail Attacks: Not many people know how to deal with tail strikes, so you get a bonus if attacking someone with yours.

Skills

Bondage: +2 Sharpshooting: +4 Hypnosis: +3 Intimidation: +2 Martial Arts: +3

Weapons

Fists: 1d12+3+2

Dual Laser Pistols: 1d10+4+1

Equipment

-Earbud uplink to ship based computer Alister -EMP field generator, set into belt -Anti-Gravity boots (usable in 10 second bursts)

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You are Necross, captain of the Alister and a bounty hunter for hire. Mercenary as well, but not as many people are taking up that particular job at the moment, so you get the work you can, and move on.

As of right now, you are under contract to find an escaped slave, a snow leopard by the name of Estohan. According to all records, he has gone to ground in a refugee camp on the planet Nastasha, deep on the outer boundaries of the legal government, and filled with all sorts of criminal elements. You are currently in orbit above the planet, outside of scanner range, but able to watch as it turns below you.

The planet spins slowly, and each little city is a cluster of lights. The natural environment of the planet had failed decades ago, and the place is kept alive by machinery and technology alone. Thus, it is easy to find the refugee camp that Estohan is said to have retreated to and orbit around it.

Your ship says that you can orbit it indefinitely without losing track of where it is, but that you will be detected by officials - legal and otherwise - as soon as you attempt landing. Once on the surface, you will have four hours before you are found, and a serious fight begins.

This is your mission. How will you proceed?

/

//: Even with the risk of being contacted by the officials and only having four hours to operate, I decide it is best to proceed with the plan and head for the camp or as close to it as I can get and attempt to get everything done as fast as possible. (End)

(Roll Intelligence, DC 14)

(14+1=15)

You successfully manage to avoid any major scans on the way down towards the refugee settlement, as well as the scans of the few law enforcement patrols that keep to the planet's atmosphere. It seems a bit of a cakewalk, though that might be down to the skill of the pilot and the sheer technical wizardry that makes up some of the ship.

Halfway down to the planet, the console of the ship starts beeping at you. The communication light is going off, and you get a message from your artificial intelligence in the ship.

Sir, I believe we are being hailed by the refugee settlement. My initial conclusion is that they wish to offer a berth for the ship, in exchange for some credits. Do you wish me to put them through?

/

//: Figuring that they could already contact me, I figure it would be best to go ahead with the contact and see what can be done for the berth and if I can work with it or not. "Go ahead and put them through Alister." (End)

Very good, sir.

The voice fades, and a small segment of your cockpit window is filled with a hologram. It seems that the head of the settlement - or at least, the person in charge of hailing potential visitors - is a rabbit. He wears a jumpsuit that's too big for him by half, and has a suspicious prison-orange color. He looks up at you, and blinks.

"Oh. Oh, hello. Sorry. New to this job."

He clears his throat.

"Um, welcome to Nastasha's Refugee Camp 201B. We welcome anyone with a political or legal grievance with the Universal Government, or in flight from danger or seeking political asylum. Other difficulties can also find solutions here, pending appeals."

He seems to have read that from a form. He looks up at you again, and seems to take a closer look.

"Uh...Uh, you're not a refugee, are you? Um...why are you coming here?"

/

//: I can't help but chuckle a bit at how improper and jumpy the rabbit seems, clearly only being in his position for a few days. I decide it would probably be best to just be honest and not get in any sort of trouble later in case they might not like me dragging a snow leopard back on my ship I did not come with. "I'm here to look for a runaway slave, it's my job to retrieve him." (End)

The rabbit stares at you as you make your purpose known. Considering that this is a refugee camp, it might not have been the brightest idea to admit that you're basically here for a kidnapping job.

"Uh, um, I...I don't think I can really approve that sort of thing. I mean, the people here are looking for a better life. Fleeing from all kinds of problems. I...I'd be a horrible person if I were to try and make things worse for them, wouldn't I?"

He pulls at his jumpsuit again, clearly struggling with the horrible fit that it is. In the background, you can see that his office is just as much of a mess as he is, and he definitely doesn't look like the sort that enjoys the chaos, either. The rabbit grumbles as he pulls his suit back up, shaking his head.

"Um, uh, but, uh, maybe I can...make it work or something...Did, uh, did he commit a crime or anything to be sentenced for slavery? Did he do something wrong?"

It seems he is trying to make it work. Such a helpful bunny, looking for an excuse to help someone.

/

//: I smirk a little when he attempts to try and make a reason for allowing me in, and even though I do not know if the feline had committed a crime to be made a slave, I'll use this as my chance to get in. "From the records I got on him, he's a repeat arsonist, so I think it would be better if I take him before he starts any fires down there for you guys hmm?" (End)

(Roll Charisma, DC 4)

(18+1=19)

Your choice of arsonist as a possible criminal background was the perfect choice. With so many flammable materials around and such a cramped space, the refugee camp can't afford any destruction, lest it spread. The rabbit immediately starts to panic, and you can hear him tapping at keys on his end of the communication link.

"Oh gods, oh gods. I, I'll set you up with a landing pad right now, Mr, uh...Uh, Captain of the Alister. Just, uh, come down to Docking Bay 4. I'll be there to, uh, meet you with the proper paperwork, and a complimentary, uh, map."

He uploads the directions, which will prove helpful. After all, as you come through the atmosphere and smog level, you can see that the cities are buried among the different crags and mountains and canyons that make up much of the ruined world. Without the map, you'd be flying through the maze that created for days.

"Just, uh, come here as soon as you can. I'll see your papers personally when you, uh, when you...you...land."

The communication link is cut, and you are left with directions...and a need to present paperwork that you don't actually have.

/

//: As soon as the link is cut, I grumble. "Well this will be a fun little experience to deal with." Figuring I'll see what happens when I see the rabbit, I follow the instructions and directions to get to the dock specified as quickly as I can and try to make my time on the miserable planet as short as necessary. (End)

Your flight is reasonably short with the directions, though it still takes you about a half hour to slip through the various canyons and corridors. However, about halfway through that, you hear Alister pipe up.

Pardon me, sir, but we have been marked by two - excuse me, three - different scanning sources. From what I can determine, two are of the legal variety, and the third shows signs of the slaving pirates, led by a Captain Hendergast. I would suggest that we speed up our operation, lest we provoke them into thinking we are attempting to gather cargo.

It seems the timer has begun.

Down to 3 hours, 45 minutes at the point of landing, you cut the forward thrust of the ship as you land on what feels like a sheet metal landing pad. The people here must be incredibly poor, if this is all they can afford. The place is a rusted bucket, lacking even a roof for people to keep their ships dry. In fact, pieces of an old roof seem scattered about the chamber like rubbish.

At the far end of the landing pad, you can see a door shnick open, and the rabbit you saw on the hologram come walking in. At least, it probably is him. He's adjusting his jumpsuit enough to be that guy. He stops a few dozen feet away from your ship, holding a few papers in hand and shifting about nervously.

/

//: In response to the three scanner signals, I can't help but think that the best choice is to just work with whatever methods I can use to get done fast and be gone so as not to deal with the definite pains in the tail that would be coming. I look as the bunny comes near and grab the files I did have on the snow leopard and hope whatever is in there will be good enough with my false aggressive ploy to get him out of the way so I don't have to deal with the pirates or the law. (End)

As you come down the gangplank of your ship, the rabbit waves, slightly nervously still, but with a small smile as well. He walks over to you, but keeps a bit of distance as he hands over some landing papers for you to fill out. He even gives you a pen.

"I'm so sorry about this, it's just...procedure, you know? Gotta know, who's going in and out, who's staying, who...just gotta know."

He looks away from you down at the files that you have, and starts looking through them. However, you notice that every so often his nostrils are flaring as he looks back up at you, and then looks away with a blush. It is rather true that flying on a spaceship means that bathing opportunities are limited, and even with the best of your attempts to stay clean, some sweat musk still clings to you. And it's clear that he smells it.

He flicks through the papers a few times, slower than an official should, blushing a bit more as time goes on.

"Uh...uh, I thought you said that he, um, that this, uh, Estohan, was an...an arsonist...did you uh...uh, um, forget the history for him? It's, uh, not here."

The rabbit holds out the folder for you, his jumpsuit sliding on him a bit. His build is rather twinky, from what you can tell up close, and you can smell a bit of something coming from him, too, in a response to your own strangely influencing scents.

/

//: With the cat out of the bag now, and the admittedly amusing blush spreading on his face and his scent of arousal, I decide that instead of making some excuse, I will use my special musk to try and change his mind a little bit, or at least hopefully change it in my favor. With that thought in mind, I reach past the folder and his hand, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him close, and down closer to my crotch for a greater source of the musk. "Look bunny, let's say I don't have that history and we let it slide this time. I don't have the luxury to idle around for too long with three scanners having me already. How about we work out another method of letting me go do my job quickly shall we?" (End)

(Roll Charisma, +8 bonus for musk, DC 12)

(20+8+1=29)

This bunny must have had some sort of weakness for the musk, because as soon as he takes a breath, he seems to go completely limp in your arms. As his head leans back, his nostrils flare like mad, like some beast that has caught scent of its mate, and needs to give its partner what it needs. You can see that the bunny's jumpsuit is completely tented, and his eyes look like they're utterly blank. Whatever that breath had done, it seems to have burned his mind out, temporarily.

It comes back, after a few seconds, and he groans as he starts sniffing at you eagerly, his arms wrapped around your hips like a junkie wrapped around his source. He pants and sniffs, even digging his nose against your crotch to get more of it.

"Mmmph...more...please...anything for more..."

He groans under his breath, his hips already humping air like the most desperate whore you've ever seen, the paperwork - and a holo-map - scattered to the floor around you.

You could probably get around him at this point, or...you might be able to get more information out of him, condition him to be a personal assistant or something else.

/

//: I grin at how quick he is to fall into my grasp, licking my lips at how desperate he seems and what fortune I could get out of this deal. I use my free hand to undo the zipper of my pants/suit and let my cock jump free in front of his face as I start to speak to him, the free hand grabbing one of his ears and lifting it up as far as it will go to make sure he listens even while engorged on my cock. "Listen up bun-bun, have at my cock and enjoys a quick load, but once you're done with that you're done here too. You'll be coming with me, so once you drink everything i want you to make a list of any places you think a slave could hide and then get whatever belongings you want from that messy office you were in before and get in my ship. I think Alister can have some stuff for you to occupy your time til I'm done here." (End)

(Roll Charisma, +8 for musk, DC 10)

(3+8+1=12)

While the success is less instant than the first breath, considering you are asking the bunny to leave behind everything that he currently knows for an - admittedly sexy - stranger, he nevertheless falls into your words and starts sucking on your cock. He bobs his head up and down, moving at a rapid rate in utter bliss. In seconds, you can see his leg kicking against the ground in horny happiness, thumping away in that boot.

You might think that this is a little strange, that only one person came to meet you, but you can dismiss that. This place is so poor, so badly off, that they probably only had the one person, anyway. And now that you have him taken down, there's nobody to guide anyone else in.

(30 minutes gained)

You lean back and enjoy the feeling of that eager mouth sucking and slobbering all over your dick, but particularly the sign of his nose flaring every time that he gets most of the way down your cock. It must be burning out bits of neurons every time that he gets close to your crotch, but he just keeps going, his cock throbbing harder and harder in his pants with each successive bob that he makes. His breath is hot and fast, and you can feel the pulsing of his heart through his ear, racing with excitement.

He wants your cum, bad, no matter what it might do to him. After all, he's this changed from your musk alone. And, thinking about it, that is atypical. Usually, people don't fall this fast, not from something just through your clothes. If it happened to him, an official, perhaps there might be a shared weakness in the population. Maybe.

But why?

Does it matter, though, as the bunny finally takes you all the way to the base, his nose flattened against your crotch, breathing in your juices and your scent in equal measure as he swallows around your cock, begging for your cum with his eyes and his actions?

/

//: Grinning back at his begging face, I let him have what he's so desperate for, rumbling in my chest as my climax hits and my cock unloads a thick load of cum down his throat and into his eager mouth. But knowing time is of the essence regardless of any special perks, I pull out just towards the end and let the last few spurts hit him on the face before speaking again. "Enjoy it bunny, I'll leave now, but you can share your thoughts of hiding places with my ship and he'll forward them to me." (End)

The bunny - whom you still don't know the name of - nods stupidly and giddily as he wobbles towards the ship. It's clear that he has no possessions to bring with him that he cares about, and as he moves up the gangplank, the jumpsuit seems to come looser and looser as he walks. Without him holding it up, it eventually comes off completely, though he has rounded the corner as that happens and you only hear a small thump.

Alister beeps through your earpiece.

Sir, I do wish that you weren't sending me quite so many brain-dead sluts to look after.

You chuckle at having taught him that phrase.

I will tend to him, however, until he is sober enough to give the information we need. However, I would suggest that you either take cover, or continue moving, sir. My scanners detect a security guard coming down the hallway attached to this landing pad, doubtlessly to see why our recent guest has not remained at his post.

You realize that you can hear the thump-thump of footsteps on metal coming from the far end of the landing pad, and realize just how cheap and echo-y the whole place must be.

There are not many hiding places on the landing pad, perhaps a few fuel barrels and such, but they're small, and not many of them. They are also about halfway between you and the far door.

/

//: Not having much in regards to hiding places, I click my boots on and use their anti-gravity abilities to get up quickly to one of the corners of what is left of the roof, using my wings to boost the speed to get out of immediate sight and latch my claws into the cheap metal hoping to avoid being seen at first. (End)

As the shape of the landing pad, and the old roof, is circular, there's nothing in the way of corners. However, it is thin enough that you can fly up to it and grab hold, which you do.

(Roll Dexterity, DC 10)

(13+1=14)

And more than fast enough to avoid the notice of the guard that comes through the door. You look down, having grabbed hold of the wall well above the door, and can see that the security officer is a wolf. Dressed in a red jumpsuit rather than an orange one, he glances about before pulling a blaster out from a holster, approaching your ship.

He doesn't notice you at all, and the door is held open wide. It is unlikely that he can shoot through any of your ship's defenses with that weapon, but he has noticed that the pile of paperwork that the bunny had brought you is scattered all over the ground, with no sign of the bunny that brought it. The wolf starts prowling around, his back still to you.

/

//: Cursing silently to myself for forgetting the paperwork, I quickly go over what options I have, leave the wolf to search my ship and find his zoinked coworker, or handle him myself and hope things don't get painful quickly. Figuring the latter to be the better option I let go of the wall and use my wings to glide down as best I can behind him and see if the weakness thought has any real merit to it. (End)

(Wolf Awareness roll, DC 15)

(19=19)

The wolf turns around, seemingly catching a sound with a twitch of his ear, and immediately levels his weapon at you.

"Hold it right there. Who are you, and what are you - mmph - doing here?"

Almost immediately the wolf starts wrinkling his nose, shaking his head, though he's a good enough officer to keep his weapon pointed at you at all times. Still, he seems rather distracted by the scent that you are putting off, and it is taking its toll on his attention span. His fingers shake slightly on the weapon before he tightens his grip.

"Where's Albus? He said he was going to welcome a shhhhhhh- a ship, but I don't see him around here. And I know he doeshn't let go of hish paperwork."

The wolf's words are starting to slur as the smell gets stronger from you being nearer. Perhaps there is something to the thought of the musk smell doing something after all.

/

//: I attempt to hide the grin I have at knowing there is something to the weakness with a disarming smile after I land and start to walk closer to him, my wings staying partially open to fan my scent to him as I approach. "No need to worry about him wolf, he's just over in my ship having a nice conversation with my computer in regards to why I'm here. Now, why don't you lower that pesky weapon and relax hmm? I'm only here to look for a dangerous, runaway feline after all." (End)

The wolf's weapon continues to twitch, pointing mostly at you but occasionally a few inches off to your left or right. He keeps shaking his head, trying to clear it, but the closer you get, the harder it gets. And the harder he gets; his jumpsuit fits much closer to his body than the bunny - Albus' - did, and you can see a rapidly developing canine bulge down there. He shifts his weight back and forth at your words, and finally looks over towards the ship instead of at you.

It's only for a second, but you can see that his cock bulge twitches as he looks towards the ship and seems to think of the bunny a little bit. Perhaps there was some thought in that direction.

Then he's looking back at you.

(Hypnosis, DC 14)

(16+3)

He seems to give in to your suggestion to put his weapon down and relax, the blaster going back into its holster and him leaning against one of the drums. He seems almost drunk on your scent by this point, and wobbles back and forth a little bit as he starts sniffing it more voluntarily. He even giggles a bit, looking at you.

"Heh, you remind me...me of Captain...Hendergast...All fancy and shiny...and smelling so good..."

/

//: "Hendergast huh? Fancy you would mention him, he actually came up on my scanner when I landed and I would hate to have to deal with someone like him." I pause as I start directly in front of him, a small grin on my face as I look right at his giggling muzzle. "Why don't you leave the bunny to my ship and come with me to help my search so we both don't have to worry about the captain and I can leave nice and quick. What do you say wolfie?" (End)

(Roll Hypnosis, DC 17)

(19+3=22)

You see him smile at your suggestion, and nod his head in agreement.

"Good idea. Man, good ideas come from you all the time...like Captain Hendergast...hehehe..."

The wolf stumbles a bit, but manages to get to his feet. He might be a little while being completely coherent with your smell, but he is definitely eager to help out. Particularly - it seems - if it gets him to get back to the bunny sooner rather than later.

"Man...You know that Captain? He's a...a good guy...bringing us food...and water. Tastes funny...but keeps us from starving..."

Sir, I believe that young Albus nearly has the locations prepared for us. Shall I transmit them to you now?

/

//: I nod my head to myself at hearing both of these, and smirk knowing things look to be in my favor. "Go ahead Alister, I'll work with the wolf here and see how quickly we can get this search underway." I tell him, before looking back to the wolf and licking my lips. "I do not know the captain personally, so why don't you tell me a little about him and the situation you and the bunny are in here while we walk officer...?" I trail off, hoping he shares his name too. (End)

He shares that, and much, much more as you two start walking. It starts out with him revealing his name to be Officer Nathan Roberts, and ends with him saying that the camp owes everything to Captain Hendergast.

Between that, as the data files come through from Alister, you learn that Nathan rather looks up to this Hendergast, and apparently considers him something of a hero. Not quite an idol, but well up there, considering the military exploits and how many different threats that the captain has fended off from the settlement. Always other pirates, always other slaves, people that would have made life hell for the refugee camp, maybe even decimated it.

"But we're all safe, thanks to Captain Hendergast."

He keeps going on, talking about how this dragon mercenary, this pirate, seems to have become the guardian angel for this place. Even feeding it out of his own pockets, though he always seems to bring the weirdest tasting food. And it makes being around the dragon smell so good...

Nathan seems a bit confused at that point, as if he was remembering something, but then he forgets it again.

Alister beeps in your ear again.

Sir, I have the full layout prepared. Please stand ready.

You receive a sort of mental 'file' displaying the refugee camp. It is laid out like a hexagon, with large barriers coming down from the points towards the center. The northernmost section is the landing bays, where you are. According to Alister and Albus, the most likely places for a newcomer - particularly a slave - to hide out is among either the Clubs - on the southern branch, furthest away - or in the Dives, on the eastern side.

Also according to Alister, you have approximately 3 hours, 40 minutes left.

Is there anything else I can do for you, si - no, Albus, that does not go within one's rectum. Please take yourself off of the control stick.

/

//: I can't help but let out a small laugh hearing Alister deal with the rabbit before telling him that is all I need from him. Once the link is cut I look back to the wolf and smirk playfully at him after hearing what the other dragon has done for them. "Well he sounds like an interesting fellow, but I would prefer to finish my business before seeing his face if that is alright. According to your friend back at the ship, the two places I can possibly find my target are the Dives in the east and Clubs down south. Think you can take me to them?" (End)

Nathan nods at your request, though he seems a little disappointed that you don't want to meet his hero. Then again, it's probably for the best. If one or the other of you can hypnotize people by your scent, better not to have both of you around at once.

"Yeah, I can get you to either one. But it's a different route either way, so you gotta pick where you want to go.

"The Dives are a sort of wet spot. Lots of swimming places, lots of watering holes. Lots of fishing places, too, now that I think about it. Probably one of the only really happy places out here, since everyone's got a lot of good childhood memories of that stuff.

"The Clubs are more of a social spot. Lots of entertainment. If you call strippers and hookers entertainment.

"Which do you want to go for?"

/

//: Betting on the classic tale of cats hating water and hoping that goes for all of them I decide on going to the Clubs even though they're the furthest place to go. "Let's do the clubs then, target is feline so probably won't want to be around so much water if all cats are the same, you know?" (End)

Nathan nods, and gestures for you to follow him. He leads you to a security tunnel, doubtlessly giving you a bit of a shortcut through some of the more dangerous areas, and certainly speeding you along from one place to another.

One hour later, 2 hours, 40 minutes remaining

You emerge from the security tunnels with a bit of cottonmouth. With all the recycled air down there, you find yourself feeling like someone shoved a year's worth of cottonballs in your mouth, and then left you buried with your mouth upturned during the driest days of the year in the hottest desert in the universe. Nathan isn't much better, with his tongue almost cracking as it hangs out of his mouth, panting softly.

"Sowwy," he grunts. "Wot...dwyer...watewy."

Still, at least you're in the Clubs, and you can see why Nathan might have had a low opinion of the place. It is seedy as hell, with most of the people in sight either drunk or nearly naked, or both. A number of people are walking with even more scantily clad men or women on their arms, with the differences between them being that the undressed ones are more sober than the dressed ones.

The wolf shakes his head, leading you past the streetwalker paths towards the Club Street. Numerous neon signs - well, living neon, seeming to come down with cracks on some of the more submissive club goers - names a number of different clubs. The biggest ones, and the ones that seem to get the most business, are the Pink Pussy, the Red Rocket, the Black Rose, and the White Stripe.

/

//: I look around at the various people walking around, and at the four biggest clubs. Considering the species is a snow leopard, the White Stripe would be the best bet of the four big clubs on where the slave could get the best options for himself. "Let's see if we can find a snow leopard in the White Stripe shall we Nathan?" (End)

"Or a dwink," said the swollen-tongued wolf.

You walk up the black and orange painted steps to the big club, the neon looming over you. It ignores you, but you hear Nathan yelp as he gets a good zap-smack on his rump as you step into the main room.

The club is mostly staffed by tigers, as far as you can see. There are a few other cats here, but no leopards. The tigers are dressed in jockstraps, some of them pink, some of them red, and there seems to be a code going on as the twinks go for the red ones, and the bigger guys go for the ones in the pink. Going for, in this case, being shoving fingers inside their asses and leading them off to the back rooms, throwing some credit chips to the bouncers in the process.

(DM's roll for awareness, DC 13)

(20)

Almost as soon as you walk in, you see people start to turn their noses up, your scent having come with you. Boners start rising, and the few ladies in the place - tigresses, mostly - start getting wet, filling the air with even more pheromones as heads start turning towards you, eyes turning dusky and glazed over.

Nathan looks at you.

"...No dwink?"

/

//: I smirk at seeing how effective my scent seems to be everywhere. "God I could love this planet." I think to myself before looking down to the wolf. "Go ahead and get one, I'll ask some of these sexy felines if they've seen my guy around." I tell him, before walking towards one of the closer male strippers. (End)

The stripper you approach seems to have his jock stuffed full of credit chips, different tips of different sorts filling it out and making his cock bulge look even bigger. He's a big, muscular guy, and is wearing one of the red straps. So, normally, you would assume, he'd be a top.

Now, under the influence of your musk, the tiger seems to be fawning over you as you approach, stroking your arm even as he looms over you by at least a foot. He's even purring as you look at him, pushing his ass back out to show it off. Muscular and tight looking, to the extreme.

"Mmm, something I can help you with, gorgeous?" he asks you.

Nathan is off in the corner now, getting a drink for himself. It takes him a bit of effort to get the bartender - a lynx, it seems - to stop staring at you and sniffing the air to give him a little bit of attention. Even so, the wolf receives nothing but a dog bowl full of tap water.

Still, it seems to satisfy him, at least for the moment.

/

//: I look the big tiger up and down, surprised to see one so much bigger than myself, but not at all bothered by the fact as I pull out a picture from the files I had before and show him the snow leopard as I reach around his back to give his offered rump a rub and squeeze. "You wouldn't have happened to see a guy like this around these parts by chance would you big boy? I'm searching for him since he's escaped and could be around here or the Dives from what I hear." (End)

The tiger purrs louder as you grope at his ass, pushing it out further. It's so muscular and hard that your fingers can slide right over it, and soon you can feel the puckering twitch of a nice, hot hole. And from the resistance to it, this dedicated top is VERY dedicated, without any likely penetration back there at all.

He chuckles as you show him the picture, only to spit on the ground.

"Ha! As if there'd be any leopards in here. The White Stripe is for the tigers!"

"FOR THE TIGERS!"

Everyone else shouts with him at that, though the tigers really only make up the employees and about half of the clientele. However, true to form, there are no leopards in here.

"You want one of them, you check out the Black Rose. All those rosettes on 'em, that's where they hang out."

He steps a bit closer, though, nudging you towards the table, almost straddling your hips. His bigger size and weight are definitely hard to push against, and he seems to be quite the body-builder, judging by his physique and the pressure he's putting on you, even grinding on you to pin you to the table.

"But why do you want one of them? Come on...why don't you take me for a spin? I'll even give you a discount..."

/

//: I chuckle a little at how assertive he can still be while under the effects of my musk, but smirk back up at him as I give his hard butt a playful spank. "I need to find him, and I'm under a time limit for me being here. But... if I give you a good enough time perhaps we can work out if you know more about the workings of the Black Rose and anything important I need to know when I go there." I let myself slide down into a seat by the table, pulling my legs apart and growling up to him. (End)

(DM roll, awareness, DC 13)

(1)

With the tiger so close, you seem to have concentrated the musk more on him and you rather than the rest of the room. At least, that's the impression you get as the rest of the people seem to go back to what they were doing; maybe it is because of this, maybe not, but you get the feeling that you narrowly avoided getting mobbed by over thirty submissive felines at once.

The tiger grins down at you, stroking your cheek as he grinds his ass against your crotch, reaching down with one hand to free your cock from your pants properly, and letting it slide between his ass cheeks. Warm, soft, fuzzy, eager; you feel it all as he grinds you under his jock, and you can see his own bulge getting harder.

"Mmmm, I'll give you whatever you like, big guy...if you give me what I want and need."

He makes it very clear what he wants and needs, his hand reaching back and grabbing your cock, jerking it as hard as he can to get it hard for his eyes. He is growling eagerly. It seems that, while he is submissive, he's very needy, and very much still wanting to get what he needs. You feel like you will need to take control soon, or this tiger might very well keep you pinned and satisfying his ass for a good hour, if not longer.

/

//: I growl more at his eagerness, taking a chance when he seems distracted by my cock to push him up onto the table on his back as I use the gathered pre to rub it over his hole and use my strength to get past his resistance. (End)

The tiger grins at your movement, rolling along with it rather than pushing back too hard; your musk has done that much for you. However, he immediately wraps his legs around your hips, and you can feel that they are strong enough to keep you there pretty easily. He is a very, very strong tiger.

"Mmm, gonna fuck me good, huh? Then get going, big boy..."

The tiger pushes his hips back at you, and you feel your cock slide in. It is SO tight, so very hard to concentrate past the sheer squeezing pleasure of his hole, but you can feel the tiger grinning up at you. Whatever pain he had felt at having his virginity taken is lost inside of the lustful, hypnotic haze that he's in.

Then he reaches up and grabs you by the shoulders, pulling you in close.

"I said, fuck me, big boy...fuck me good, and I'll let you know everything you want about that Black Rose place..."

/

//: I grunt at how tight he is, for being someone so big you'd think there would be at least a little give even for a virgin, but regardless I grin back down at him and plant my legs down to start out at high gear. "Don't worry big kitty, I'll ruin this tailhole of yours before my time is up." (End)

(Roll Dexterity, DC 14)

(17+1=18)

It takes very little time for you to get the former top moaning and groaning underneath you, but it's sometimes just a little hard to focus on that, for one very simple reason.

That ass. That tight, hot ass is squeezing your cock non-stop, making it so that every thrust is better bliss than the time that you caught that mouse hiding out in his ship's glory-hole and pounded his rump into the next star system. It squeezes you, holds you, milks you with every thrust, with every breath that the tiger takes. It only gets better as time goes on, and even as the rim loosens, you have the amazing pleasure of having the rest of the hole to break in, feeling it molding around your cock with every thrust forward.

You can feel the rest of the building looking at you, the other customers and employees starting to lick their lips at the sight of you. You are definitely building up a reputation as a good fucker, at the very least, and some of the other red-jocked tigers are looking interested.

(Roll Dexterity, DC 13, Constitution, DC 14)

(8+1=9, 4+1=5)

Unfortunately, you can't quite hold out against that amazing ass. Before you realize it, you're right on the edge of orgasm, and you are panting with desperation to hold yourself back. Instinct, however...

POP!

Your cock pops into that tiger's ass, your knot following along with it. The tiger moans, cumming as you fill him, and you groan as you realize that you just knotted this stud's ass...and you are stuck with him until you can come down.

And as Alister tells you...

2 hours and 20 minutes remaining, sir.

/

//: "Man, better make a note to not top tops again without a good warmup next time." I think to myself, looking down at my tied cock and the tiger's hard rump. "Oh well, perhaps if I have time after finding my guy I can have round 2 with you big kitty," I start, leaning as far towards his face as I can over him. "So, while my knot's shrinking why don't you share what you know of Black Rose hmm?" (End)

The tiger chuckles under you, the rest of his body almost as hard as his ass is. He lays an arm around you, almost for an after-fuck cuddle, and chuckles more deep in his chest. Almost like a purr, except more of merriment than happiness.

"Heh, the Black Rose is full of sissies. Those leopards, thinking that they're any kind of men. You want men, you come to the tigers, am I right?"

He doesn't listen to any reply, only chortling more to himself.

"They got a lot of gambling in there. Lots of card games, lots of machines. And lots of skinny cat-boys to keep all the regulars coming back, losing money, betting on the chance of getting lucky with them. None of 'em really put out. Bet you that they'd scream if they took a cock like yours the way that I did, eh?"

He smirks up at you, deliberately squeezing down on your knot. It doesn't help it go down in the least, which may be a problem with your time ticking away, and you needing a whole hour to get back to your ship from here.

"Run by some regular leopard named Dohan. He's been talking about this new hire of his for a while. Albino snow leopard; all white and pink-eyed. Sound like your guy?"

You realize that it definitely does.

/

//: Bingo, looks like I really lucked out coming here first. "Sounds like it tiger. Now once my knot shrinks out of your fine tail I'll try and get him nice and quick, see if I can swing by here again for another quickie if you're still up for it, or might be free enough to follow after yourself." I mention, wondering how effective an invitation to leave the place with me could be with him still. (End)

(roll Hypnosis, DC 14)

(13+3=16)

The tiger mulls it around for a bit, then chuckles at you with a nod. "Yes, yes, I think I will come with you. Long as you got the account to pay for me," he says with a smile.

Suddenly, you feel like your bank account might get quite a bit smaller if the tiger actually gets paid. After all, with him this big, this large, this eager...well, prices.

(roll Dexterity, DC 18)

(6+1=7)

20 minutes later.

It takes a full twenty minutes for your knot to go down, and even then it's a struggle to get your cock back out of the tiger. By now, Nathan has finished getting his drink, and he comes over to you to help you get it the rest of the way out without hurting the tiger. A little bit of rimming later, and the tiger lets your knot out without any problems.

"Mmmph. Good stuff," the tiger says, even as you are free to leave. Which you quickly do, heading out of the White Stripe. After all, more than a few of the cats are looking at you with interest now that your musk is getting stronger again, and you know that you don't have the time to spare for another romp just yet.

"So, what's the plan, sir?"

Nathan is back to being completely subservient, and actually talking decent, now that he's been watered and is exposed to your musk again. He seems rather blank-eyed, but eager to obey, as you get back on the streets.

/

//: I smirk at him and chuckle a little. "Well the tiger said my guy is being talked about as a new hire for Black Rose, so let's see and hope he's there now and we can get everything settled for the long walk back to the ship again." I finish, looking around for where the Black Rose was again. (End)

The Black Rose is a smaller club at the far end of the street. Tigers and leopards do not make good neighbors, and the refugees of the respective species refused to talk to each other, keeping at far ends of the refugee camp. You can see a similar neon sign as was on the White Stripe blinking at you from the distance, and the steps are furnished with different rosettes for those that can't read. Black, of course.

You walk down the streets and are soon standing in front of the club. Even from here, you can see that the decor is different. The men are wandering around in skirts as well as tight pants, and each one of them seems to be a bottom. They are enticing different gamblers and clients, and getting tips stuffed down the backs of their clothes rather than the front.

After a short time watching, you quickly pick out the white snow leopard through the window. He's towards the back of the club, working with some clients on slot machines, getting groped up quite a bit. And, from your angle, looking pretty annoyed about it by the forced smile on his face.

/

//: "Heh, looks like the kitty isn't having any fun compared to the tigers. Oh well, he won't be there for long anyways." I mutter, continuing to walk up to the front door with Nathan. Thinking an officer would have better luck moving him somewhere less concentrated with people, I ask the wolf if he'll try and ask the albino snow leopard to come 'help out a friend' while I move towards one of the less populated corners. (End)

(DM roll, Estohan awareness, DC 14)

(12+2=14)

As you walk up to the front door, the snow leopard has the misfortune to turn and face you right as you come into view. Considering that there is nobody in this refugee camp as armed and clean looking as you are, he immediately recognizes you as a bounty hunter. Slave knowledge doesn't hurt, either.

Immediately the snow leopard darts off to the side, slipping between different customers on his way to the back door. Nathan gives chase before you can stop him, the officer raising his weapon and firing a few blasts into the ceiling to get the people to move out of the way. A corridor opens in the group, showing the flitting tail of your quarry disappearing out the back door of the club.

Another leopard runs up to you, shouting.

"What the hell is going on here? And who the fuck are you?"

The angry belligerence of the old leopard man seems rather...token, considering he's dressed in a frilly pink skirt and he only comes up to your shoulders.

/

//: Watching the wolf give chase, I choose to just ignore the leopard and jump back out of the door, planning to use my boots and wings to flip over the smaller building and catch the snow leopard as he runs out of it. (End)

(Roll Dexterity, DC 13)

(3+1=4)

You run out of the front door, but after that, things become something of a comedy of errors. You click your heels together to activate the boots and leap into the air, alright, but no sooner have you gone up than you crack your head against one of the struts and balconies that come off of the second floor of the building. You hit the ground again, nursing a bruise on the top of your head.

(-4 HP)

Still, at least you can see where the snow leopard is going. You can hear and see Nathan chasing him through the streets, with the wolf shouting for the former slave to stop. Estohan is throwing bits and pieces everywhere, knocking down the different bits of goods in the stalls outside the clubs, and doing everything he can to slow down the wolf.

Currently, he's about 200 feet away, on the main street, and a little bit away from the tiger club.

/

//: Rubbing the bruise on my head and muttering about the old saying 'look before you leap', I get up and try to catch up with them, pulling out one of my own lasers and taking aim, just to see if I can get a beat on him and stun him enough for the wolf to pin him down. (End)

You are a little woozy at first, but you're able to run relatively well due to a lot of experience in the rough and tumble world of bounty hunting, mercenary work, and general roughhousing. You are able to line up a shot with your pistol, though you realize that you will have to stay still if you want a decent chance of hitting him. Running, you might have a chance, but staying still gives you the best possible one.

Though if you miss, he might get away before you can line up another. He's near the end of the street now, and if he gets around the corner, you remember that there is so much garbage and piled up metal that there would be no way to find him again before you ran out of time.

Nathan is giving it the best he's got.

(Nathan's roll, DC 17)

(16+2=18)

And he suddenly leaps forward, grabbing hold of the feline by his legs. Estohan comes crashing to the ground with a yowl heard up and down the streets, calling for help.

"Save me! Save me! They're slavers, they're gonna take me away! They're going to take me back!"

And with that...well, everyone seems interested. This is a refugee camp, after all, and slaves are the heart of the refugee group. Everyone slowly seems to turn their attention towards you and Nathan.

/

//: Barely keeping myself from cursing at the turn of events I decide it's either now or never and with the target already in my grasps, so to speak, there isn't a better chance to make sure it works out in my favor. I holster my laser and rush after the two, letting go of any restraint I had on my musk and any other scents just hoping it can hold open a window where we can get away from the mob and I don't have to start tossing people into walls. (End)

Running after them, essentially, means running towards them at this point, as both Estohan and Nathan are on the ground, struggling and wrestling. The wolf tries to hold the snow leopard down, while the feline tries to kick the wolf off. Neither are having much luck at this.

In order to get maximum power to your musk, you quickly strip off your clothes, which means you are running naked down the main street of the Club section of the refugee camp. If nothing else, you have essentially convinced everyone around you that you are absolutely crazy, and they are taking a moment to consider that fact. Nobody wants to deal with a crazy person, after all, and you don't look like anything else.

A few flaps of your wings, however, and that scent is spreading all over. Nostrils are flaring in the crowd, and you see many eyes start to glaze over, at least a little bit, despite all the shouting going on.

(Group Resistance roll, DC 12)

(8+1=9)

In short order, the entire street seems to collapse into a semi-trance state, with you surrounded by what seem to be almost zombi-fied people. Almost, because they're all grinning giddily, all looking very happy, all looking very horny and drunk, judging by the posture and the boners that are tenting out their pants.

All, except for Estohan.

The snow leopard continues to struggle as you approach, and though he looks dizzy from your scent, he hasn't been taking the same food as the rest of the colony, keeping him from submitting automatically as they seem to.

"Let me go! I'm not going back! I'm not going back!" he protests.

/

//: "Well, at least nobody's gonna get in the way for the moment," I think, still heading to the pair, hopefully with my cloths bundled in my tail. But noticing how incredibly panicked the feline is I can't help but getting interested in just why he might have escaped and be desperate enough to come here to avoid recapture. Once I get to the pair I try to grab the both of them and get as far away from people as I can to see if I can get answers. (End)

(Roll Strength, DC 14)

(14+2=16)

You just manage to drag the kicking and screaming Estohan along with you, though it is not without some bruises along your back and nearly at the base of your wings. It takes a lot to get him to stop, and even your musk at close range doesn't do it at this point, the snow leopard utterly frantic and desperate at this point.

Alister beeps in your ear.

Pardon me, sir, but I have been looking at the contract details. While we will be given payment for the restoration of the slave by the Universal Government, it seems that the contract was taken out by Lord Dalphis Mathburn, a lizard lord in the government with a very sinister sounding nickname. The Director of Death.

You have heard that name before, when dealing with a few other contracts. The man is the director of a number of underground snuff clubs, whorehouses where the whores always end up dead, and when not employed directly in that, in snuff films with the same result.

Sir. Are we the bad guys today?

Nathan hears none of this, and instead is a pleasantly zonked out puppy in your other arm as you reach the security tunnels he'd brought you here in.

Also, sir, 1 hour and 50 minutes remaining.

/

//: "Least now I know why he's so desperate." I think to myself again, slipping into the tunnel as quick as i can to avoid too many wandering eyes before I stop and drop the pair, gently of course, but keeping a firm hold of the feline as I look at him, using my tail as extra insurance around one ankle before I talk. "Hold still, I just heard exactly who I'm getting you for. Now while I do value my contracts I can't exactly send someone off to a certain death sentence." I say, hoping it gets him to calm down for the moment. "But I do need to know just why he might be so desperate to get you he wants me to find you all the way out here snow leopard." (End)

Estohan groans, shaking his head a few times.

"You...you know, and you still have to ask?"

He shakes his head again, curling up into a little ball.

"That man is the worst man...he's got so much blood on his hands, and everyone keeps lining up to shake them. 'Oh, Lord Mathburn, please give us more.' 'Oh Lord Mathburn, we need more of your funding.'" He spits on the floor. "The man's a charlatan..."

Estohan shares his story. Essentially, for he does take a while and is rather long-winded about it, he's something of an aristocrat himself, though of a lesser order than the Director of Death. He was kidnapped to fulfill a particular role that required a snow leopard to die in a film, and Estohan managed to escape at the last minute. The fact that he was able to remember the location of one of the Director's main studios, and the fact that he is a minor lord in his own right, meant that Lord Mathburn couldn't just dismiss him or leave him to die.

"He had to find me. And now...now you have."

He looks up at you. There is some hope there, but also some resignation. After all, you haven't said that you're going to keep him alive.

"What are you going to do with me?"

/

//: "I may be a bounty hunter, but I ain't a heartless guy like some of the others. You took some time to tell that story so we're short on time. So I'll give you two options, you can stay here and I'll tell the lizard you were killed by accident and your body got caught before I could prove it to him, or you follow and we make a proper looking dead man of you for him to at least lose interest in you, then I take you wherever you might want to go instead of this dump. I could clearly see you weren't having fun in the club. So which'll it be?" (End)

It takes Estohan very little time to decide. After all, there are other fears here, and with a clear mind, he's been the only one to see what Captain Hendergast has been doing to everyone here. He quickly volunteers to go with you, even when he sees what you've already done to Nathan.

It takes a little bit less than an hour to get back to the ship with the speed that you three can muster, but it takes an additional ten minutes to get the ship up and running. Partially due to the fact that the engines had been shifted to a cold shutdown, partially because Albus is so drunk off of your musk -

He found the underwear drawer, sir.

• that he keeps running around trying to play with people. Eventually, you shove Nathan at him to keep him from making it more difficult, and manage to get your ship in the air and flying out of the refugee camp. You groan as you leave it behind, your cock throbbing from remembering all the fun you had there, with Estohan sitting by you as the only other sober one on the ship.

As you go through the canyon, you narrowly miss slamming into a ship over six times the size of yours, ducking under it at the last second. You worry about it chasing you, but it seems more interested in hitting the refugee camp.

"That'll be Hendergast," Estohan said. "He's checking his investment, no doubt..."

"I'll have to deal with him, eventually," you say, but there's no time to continue that. Pulling up as soon as you're out of the canyons, you angle the ship's nose towards space, and jet.

The next few months were more than a little bit busy. After throwing Lord Mathburn off the trail with a convincing body-double of Estohan, you were dragged into a campaign he had for revenge against the lizard. Nothing military, unfortunately, but more transport, leaving you chauffeur for him for the nearly five weeks. If it weren't for the bodyguard payments that he gave you - plus a few fringe benefits, once you spiked his drinks with your slit juices - then it would have been torture.

At least you had two new toys to play with. In the cramped quarters of the ship, it didn't take long for Nathan and Albus to completely lose their minds and their will to you, becoming very nearly lust drones for your body. They eagerly served you with all that they had, offering their asses, their mouths, everything to you in exchange for your attention.

You felt a little bit bad about it, but at least you took care of them. And when you got them to a medical center, you were able to get a sample of the drug in their systems that was making them so obedient to your musk. The doctors told you that it would eventually fade away, after about two more months.

You made sure to secrete a bit of the drug plans, just in case; you never knew when it might be handy.

When Estohan left, and Albus and Nathan started showing signs of having brain activity again, you turned your attention back to Nastasha. The slave trade there was picking up, and you heard regular rumors that Captain Hendergast - now Admiral, if the tales were to be believed of his success - had expanded to other camps. Few other pirates dared show their faces in the system anymore.

And you knew that he would just keep spreading...

It was about time for a new adventure. Perhaps that one would do.

The End