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"10-15, Deck thirty-six, section twelve. Female suspect seen forcing male victim into living quarters."

That was the end of lunch, then. Vixy's eyes lifted to her partner sitting across from her. The cheetah's golden eyes echoed her own thoughts perfectly. But we just got our food!

Vixy grumbled and stood up. She brushed the front of her uniform free of any crumbs and lifted her Chatter to her vulpine muzzle. "10-4, Sierra-64 and Sierra-65 en route. 10-77 five minutes."

She turned and bolted toward the nearest turbolift. Her partner was right behind her. She didn't need to look to know that. Aria could beat her to the lift if she wanted. Still, the fox and the cheetah had been working together since fresh out of high school. They'd joined the academy together the day after graduation. By now, each knew what the other was going to do before they did.

As they stepped into the cylindrical lift and the doors hissed, Aria growled and shook her head. "What do you suppose 'forcing male victim into living quarters' means? A couple arguing and the wife doesn't want to argue in public, but the husband wants to just let it out?"

"Probably," Vixy agreed and looked down synthileather uniform stretched over her body and down to her calves. She knew the uniform itself was usually enough to settle these kinds of disputes, but every once in a while, the electrobaton hanging at her hip had to be used. Her eyes fell on her shining badge and her glowing nametag settled atop the swell of her breast and prayed to whatever would listen, be it deity or algorithm, that the badge would disarm the situation.

Her belly growled loudly and Aria snickered. "My sentiments exactly."

The turbolift door slid open and the pair of them bolted down the corridor as fast as their paws would take them. Of course, Aria was already rounding the corner of section twelve before Vixy ever got to it. By the time she came around as well, Aria was already pounding her fist against the duranium door.

"Security, open up!"

As she approached, Vixy's pointed ears perked. Barely audible through the door, she could hear someone crying. The male, probably. A moment later, a deep groan from the woman. A plea for her to stop. A demand he shut up followed by a sharp whimper.

Vixy tapped on the door panel, bringing up the security override. She tapped in her officer clearance code and the door hissed open abruptly.

Together, the officers rushed into the living quarters there. Together ther skidded to a halt as they saw exactly what sort of force had been described.

A chocolate stallion, probably just out of high school, was on his back in the center of the floor. He was as naked as the day he was born, his wrists held tightly to either side of his head. His legs were spread wide and between them, a rather endowed mare was thrusting wildly into his pussy.

The cream colored mare gave Vixy pause. She was rather musclebound, clearly fit and healthy. Beneath her thrusting hips hung a sizable scrotum that slapped lewdly against the poor stallion's rump every time that cock of her disappeared into his sloppy lips. Most peculiar of all, above the swinging scrotum was only a puckered tailhole beneath the flagged tail. No vagina. Maybe not most peculiar these days. More and more women were being born with penises only.

Vixy shook sense back into herself and lurched forward. "HEY! Security Officers! Get the hell off of him!" She grabbed the mare's shoulder, but the large woman whipped her arm around and shoved her aside like last week's news screen.

As she landed on her rump, a growl rumbled deep in her chest. Aria was still there, tugging away at the mare, too fast to be simply shoved aside. No, no. Enough of that! Vixy leapt to her feet and drew the electrobaton from her belt. As it slipped free of its latch, the end snapped to life. Little bolts of electricity arced over the end and snapped menacingly.

She darted forward and swung the baton over her head to slam down square in the middle of the mare's back. She yelped and collapsed onto the stallion beneath her. She raised the baton to strike again, but Aria held out a hand.

"She's down!"

Vixy paused and stared. The mare didn't move. Slowly, she latched the baton at her hip and it deactivated. Together, the two security officers pulled the mare off of the crying stallion and rolled her onto her back. Her cock sprang upward, as eager to go as ever regardless of her owner's unconsciousness.

Vixy stared at it for several moments. It was huge! Where had the stallion put it all!? She turned to look at the weeping young man. His pussy gaped, slowly regaining its shape, but it was too late. The mare had clearly cum in him, and generously too. How long had they been at it before-... it couldn't have been more than five minutes if it was reported right away!

"It's alright," Aria said, kneeling down beside the stallion. She tugged a blanket from the sofa nearby and covered the stallion's nakedness with it. "She's out, we'll take her to a holding cell where she can't hurt you."

Vixy nodded and looked back to the mare. She licked her lips as lust seeped into her brain. She wouldn't mind slipping her leggings off and plunging that cock deep into her own pussy. No! Work first. Then she'd let Aria fuck her silly after shift.

She rolled the mare onto her belly and fastened flex-cuffs onto her wrists. She got them nice and tight so the mare wouldn't get loose then looked back to the stallion, who Aria was trying to convince to see medical.

"Look, I can't make you go," the cheetah was saying, "but she came in you pretty good. You've got a river flowing down there. You can get a morning after hypo and-..."

"No!" the stallion said, clutching his knees against his chest. "That's what started the argument. I told her I wanted to start thinking about having a foal and she said no. I told her I've got a good paying job, plenty of home time, but she kept saying no. I kept trying to convince her and... I don't know..." He sniffed. "She snapped. She started yelling and pushed me into the living quarters. She locked the door and started undressing. Said if I wanted a baby so bad, she'd give it to me sooner rather than later and-..."

Aria shushed him and hugged the stallion's head to her modest breast. "It's alright, it's okay. We're going to take her away now, but you should really consider seeing medical."

The stallion paused then nodded his head slowly. Aria smiled and stood up. She came to Vixy's side and flashed a look she'd seen before. It was helpless bewilderment. Together they hefted the mare's naked body and dragged her toward the door.

They spent the trip back to the security station in silence, both of them contemplating what had just happened. After they'd dumped the unconscious mare in a cell and filled out their reports, they started slowly walking through the corridor back toward the food court.

"What the hell was that?" Aria asked, finally breaking the silence. "I know it happens from time to time, but I never thought we'd see it!"

Vixy nodded her agreement, folding her arms beneath her leather bound breast. "They said hormonal rejection happens in one-in-a-million, but... Do you think it's tied to the new mutations women are being born with? She didn't have a vagina, if you noticed."

"Neither do I," Aria reminded her, "But I'm not running around raping people. And you! You and I both know one thump is enough, why were you going to hit her again?"

"Maybe I just wanted to be like you and follow the latest trend."

"It isn't something I had a choice in!" Aria snapped.

"Yes it is. You chose to be born without a complete anatomy." Vixy poked her tongue out at her. "And me? I don't know. Maybe the food is contaminated. Maybe when they replicated the latest batch, they didn't add the right balance of hormones or something."

"Doubtful," Aria said. "It's all automated. If something was wrong with the computer, they'd have announced it."

"Maybe," she conceded. "I'll tell you what was wrong, though. Did you see the size of that mare's dick!? Where the hell was the poor boy putting it!?"

Aria shrugged and opened her mouth to respond, but her chronometer beeped at her noisily. She stared down at it and let a heavy sigh escape her lips. "Damnit. I forgot, Selene is all mine tonight. I gotta go get dinner ready before she gets home from school."

"Again!?" Vixy complained. The fire in her belly burned all the hotter at the sudden realization it wouldn't be doused. Her body was rebelling! "Your sister had the kid, not you! Make her woman up and take care of the brat on her own!"

"She's trying. She shouldn't have let Darla knock her up in the first place. She should have just settled down with a nice guy and put a baby or two in him if she wanted to be a mom so bad! Sleeping with the biggest slut in her class was the worst possible idea she's ever had. But...." Aria sighed and shook her head slowly. "She is trying."

Grumbling, Vixy nodded and clapped her friend on the shoulder. "Alright, go give the brat my regards, yeah? I'll just go home and pray to god I don't catch Todd and Matt scissoring again."

"How can rubbing together like that even feel good?" Aria asked. "You know what, later. We'll wonder about gay guys later, I gotta go."

Vixy waved then turned, heading toward the nearest turbolift. When the doors slid closed and left her in silence, her body slumped. This was the second assault this month. This sort of behavior was supposed to have been weeded out of society generations ago. Men and women were given specific diets to even the playing field.

People were supposed to have been mellowed out. Aggression and violent tendencies had been all but erased, but these days it was starting to pop up here and there. Not to mention the strange genetic abnormalities appearing in women all over the ship. Whatever it was, she hoped it was sorted out soon. Society was about to have a meltdown.

The turbolift doors hissed open and she dragged herself down the mostly empty corridor of deck three. Any minute now, they'd be bustling as the rest of shift change caught up with her and the academy let out all of the cadets for the evening.

As she slipped into the small, simple living quarters she shared with her younger brother, she let out a deep groan. It had been a long day. Well, it hadn't really been that long, but that last call... Her thoughts again returned to the poor boy who'd been raped by his girlfriend or wife or whatever. He'd looked so scared, but almost seemed desperate for his rapists seed to quicken.

She closed her eyes and remembered the gaping hole oozing thick horse cum all over the floor. Slowly, she slumped onto the gray sofa in the middle of the common room and laid her head back. She'd torn the young man in half! And as long as she'd been, Vixy was sure the stallion had felt the thump-thump-thump of every thrust in the back of his throat!

God, he must have felt so tight for the huge mare. Squeezing her like a vice and probably milking her as the body reacted instinctively to what was happening to it.

Her uniform leggings started to tighten around her sheathe and Vixy lifted a hand to gently squeeze herself through her clothes. It was a real shame Aria didn't have a pussy and on top of that, didn't like anal. Aria'd fucked her plenty of times, but Vixy'd only ever really fucked another woman or a boy once. That was graduation night from the academy. They'd all gone out to party and gotten drunk. The two of them had followed Stan, a wild jack rabbit, back to his living quarters and fucked like, well bunnies.

Wait! That was it! Her eyes opened and she lifted her head slowly. "Todd and Matt..." she whispered out loud. Her brother wouldn't mind sharing, would he? The fox was young, but he wasn't selfish. He'd let her plow his Doberman friend, right?

She licked her lips then bolted off of the couch with newfound energy. She rushed into her bedroom and threw her uniform haphazardly to the floor. She pulled her drawers open one by one until she found it! Yes!

It was hard not to just tug it on. She didn't want to damage the lace and delicate fabric of her stockings!

Finally, she admired herself in the mirror dressed in a black lace bra and matching panties. Her black stockings had been carefully drawn tight over her fur and clipped onto a garter that hugged her hips tightly. She smiled and reached down to caress her sheathe and testicles through the lace then hummed thoughtfully. They'd be there any minute!

She moved back out into the common room and laid herself down on the sofa. She licked her muzzle and took a deep breath. She turned herself around so her head was facing the door and her paws the other direction. Yes, that would look more enticing, wouldn't it?

She heard the locking mechanism beep open and lifted her head to stare up and back at the door as it hissed open. Todd stepped in and the door closed. She blinked, waiting. But it was just him, standing there slack jawed alone.

"Where's Matt?" she asked at last.

"We were running the obstacle course and he fell. Broke his arm." Todd scowled and strode forward slowly. Each apprehensive step seemed like a great effort.

When he finally stood in front of the couch, she couldn't help but notice he hadn't blinked. His eyes were glued to her chest. Or her pantied sheathe. She wasn't sure, it seemed equal parts one or the other.

And was that the smell of arousal or-...

"Are you in heat?"

He blushed. She couldn't see it through his fur, but she could see it in the way his eyes suddenly blinked rapidly and looked down. "No!"

She smiled and hummed thoughtfully. What harm would it do? Her hands slid down along her body, following the curve of her chest down to her hips and thighs. "I know I've got a few added bits, compared to Matt, but do you like what you see?" she heard herself ask. What had come over her!? A small part of her brain screamed at her that this was her own little brother, fresh into the academy!

A much larger part had her sitting up. She reached out and grabbed his hands. As she pulled, he shuffled forward slowly toward her, keeping his eyes averted. She lifted his hands and pressed his palms against her bust. Then his eyes snapped to, wide as frisdisks.

She pressed her hands over his own and gently urged him to squeeze her bust. The pressure, his palms against her hardening nipples made her moan gently. "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like?" she asked. "Haven't you ever been curious what a woman can do compared to a guy?"

"No," he said. "I aced health class and-..."

She snorted and waved her hands dismissively. Privately, she celebrated that his hands didn't fall away from her chest. "Health holos don't do it any justice! They don't tell you how it feels to have a dick buried deep inside! They could never describe just how wonderful it is to have boobs pressed to your back as hot cum pools in your belly!"

He moaned softly.

She could tell he had been trying to hide it, but her sensitive ears had heard it, clear as day. Her muzzle spread into a grin and she reached up to slowly unbutton his black academy uniform top. He didn't try to stop her as she pulled it open, revealing the soft white bellyfur covering his chest and abs. He didn't even stop her as she unbuckled his slacks and dropped them to the floor.

She lifted her hand and pressed her palm between his legs, making him yip and try to lift away from her. Hot, moist fur pressed against her and she smiled. She pulled her hand away, letting a finger trace along his dripping pussy and over his clit as she withdrew.

He gasped and his hips gave the slightest buck toward her.

"Tell me to stop and I will. I'll go take a shower and we'll pretend this never happened." She stared up into his eyes then dropped her face down to stare at his hands at her bust. "Or you can keep squeezing and I'll show you pleasure Matt has only dreamed of giving you."

Todd froze. She stared at his hands, then looked up at him again. But he wasn't moving. He was barely breathing! She tilted her head and her brow furrowed. "Todd?" she asked. Still he didn't move. "Todd?"

Finally he shuffled and moved toward her. He straddled her lap and pressed his groin against her hips. He gave a soft little sigh as his dripping slit grinded against the lace panties covering her thick sheathe. His arms lifted and wrapped around her neck.

As she smiled, he leaned forward and brushed his snout against her own, like they'd done when he was little and had nightmares.

"I've only ever had a vibrator in me," he whispered and stared down at the ample swell of her breast. "A little one Matt got me when we started dating."

She hummed then kissed his nose. "I know, I've found it more than once." She winked at him then slowly turned and laid him down on the couch. She smiled down at him then guided one of his hands down over the globes of her boobs and over the soft fur of her belly. She pressed his slender digits to the fabric struggling to contain her immanent erection.

"I have a present for you. Why don't you open it?"

He blinked and looked up at her, trying to decide if she was serious she guessed. "You mean... tear your panties?"

She chuckled and nodded. "Go ahead. I can always buy more."

Todd licked his lips then stared down at her panties for a moment. Slowly, he hooked his fingertips beneath the band and tugged. The lace snapped and popped in a few places, then he gave a sharp pull. It ripped free, tugging against her rump and slit in just the right ways.

Vixy gasped and arched her back. She moaned gently as cool air hit her sheathe and slit more directly. In a matter of moments, Todd had his fingers curled around her eight-inch cock, stroking from tip to partially swollen knot like a pro.

"Are you sure you've never been with a woman?" she asked and gently rocked against his hand.

"Matt has a strap that we put my vibrator in," Todd said.

Again Vixy snorted and shook her head. Gay guys trying so hard to be straight women. Whatever thrilled him, though!

"Let me show you how it's done, yeah?" she reached down and curled her digits over his own against her cock. Slowly, she nudged his legs which he parted willingly. She helped him to guide her tip to his hot folds then eased the tip into him.

She moaned deeply as his lust-addled nethers closed around him. She arched her back and let her head roll along her shoulders. "You're gonna be my second," she said.

"What about Aria?"

She shook her head then eased her hips forward. Little by little he spread around her length until she felt herself seated against his cervix. She moaned deeply, a sentiment he echoed a moment later.

"Oh my god!" Todd said.

"What?"

"I can feel you inside of me!"

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Well of course you can, you-..."

"No, feel!" He took one of her hands and pressed it against his belly fur. Sure enough, she could clearly feel her throbbing meat nestled just beneath the surface there!

She chuckled lightly and leaned down to press her lips tightly to his own. He moaned into the kiss and this time she echoed him.

As their lips parted, she drew her hips back slowly then eased into him again. "Are you really in heat?" she asked as the chorus of their heaving breathing reached a crescendo and moved into little whimpers and soft moans.

"Mmf-... started this morning."

She grinned wide and gave a deep moan as she grinded her pelvis against his own. "Gonna have to get you a morning-after hypo."

She drew her hips back and as he opened his mouth to respond, slammed their hips together again. His insides fluttered, but she didn't give him any time to recover. She pounded down against him with years of pent up desire to claim another!

Every time she pressed her cock into her brother's pussy, it squeezed her tightly and refused to let go. The heat and warmth wrapping around her hard rod like a glove lingered only for a moment before the cool recycled air blew over her sensitive flesh. The cycle from hot to cool and back repeated as the boy beneath her gasped and moaned.

His hips bucked up against her every thrust and his back arched almost violently. He dug his fingers into the couch cushions as he struggled to maintain his control. His body writhed and squirmed beneath her, making her grin all the more wickedly.

"See what you've been missing out on?" she asked and leaned down to close her jaws over the hollow of his throat. This was only the beginning! She felt her knot beginning to swell and forced her hips tightly against his own. The sudden stillness had his body in a fever rush. It spasmed around her, milking him as he rode out the waves of bliss crashing over him. It took its chance to try to coax what it wanted out of her, but she wasn't quite there yet.

As she felt her knot reach its full size, stretching his abused pussy to its limits, she started rocking her hips against him in time with his violent bucking. She rubbed deep inside of him, stroking his soft flesh with short, quick strokes while her knot forced his clit to rub against her pelvic bone, making him yip and squeal.

"Fuck!" he cried, clutching at her and pulling her tightly against himself. "Fuck, stop! Vixy stop! It's too much!" He let his head fall back and his moan rattled her teeth clamped on either side of his throat.

Almost there, she wanted to tell him. Just a little while longer! She moaned against his throat. Her breast pressed tightly against his toned chest, squashed against him in a way that made her heart flutter with every shift of his body against her hard nipples. Almost there!

And then she was. She cried out, muffled against his body as she pressed her length against him. His cervix spread open around the tip of her cock as it swelled and erupted, sending spurt after spurt of her copious seed deep into his fertile womb!

She moaned and twitched, bucking ever so slightly against him as she came harder than she could ever remember cumming in her life!

As they came down from their high, she licked gently at his throat then nuzzled into his shoulder. "See?" she whispered. "Now after my knot goes down, you should get cleaned up and go get a morning-after hypo."

"I can't," he croaked breathlessly.

Her brow creased and she lifted her head to stare down at him. "What do you mean you can't?" she asked firmly.

"I'm allergic to nokitsatine."

"What!?" she asked and lifted herself as if to dismount. A sharp pain in her groin, and his too, made them both yelp. She stared down at the gently swell of his belly. The faintest lump of her hot cum was there. She pressed her palm to his tummy and shook her head. "You have to go get a morning-after!"

"I can't!" he said again. "I'm allergic! If I get a hypo, I'll go into shock!"

"But," she said, shaking her head suddenly. "I just fucked my brother! I just came in you!" She lifted her hands and curled them in the short orange fur atop her head. "You're in heat! Do you know what that means!?"

"You wanted this!" he said, now shouting with her. "You came onto me in that lingerie, wanting to fuck so bad you could taste it!"

"But you weren't supposed to get pregnant from it!"

He glared up at her and folded his arms over his chest. "Yeah. I was trying to warn you when you started fucking me like a stud in heat."

"You are a stud in heat!"