The Admirals Pets Ch 1
Warning: This story contains erotic scenes between a reptilain female and a fox male. If you do not like, or are not of adult age in your country/state/province, please stop now. I cannot be held responsible for any feelings this story may generate if you continue.
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The Admiral's Pets
"Come on, get moving you lazy piece of sewer trash." For what seemed like the hundredth time the officer hit him on the back, trying to make him walk faster. He honestly tried to as well, knowing he was in a lot of trouble this time, but he simply couldn't walk any faster. He was tired and weak, being both naturally nocturnal, and badly wounded. But the officer didn't know either of these things, and thus just tried pushing him harder. His name was Razak...and he had lived on the streets for perhaps 2 months now. While on other worlds that might not seem so bad, on the 5th planet of the Cibrus system, it was a living nightmare.
Rule had been in military control for almost two decades now, and it was harsh. Even the common officer here was ranked military, and could proceed to beat him to death without risking so much as a court martial. Most of the time the lower ranked officers didn't abuse their power too much, and this one was no exception. However he had likely been told to get Razak into a holding cell, and he was doing his job. He didn't want to spend all day out here no more then Razak himself did. The reason he was being put in jail was simple. Cibrus had a problem with reptilians. Most of the non-reptilians hated them. Above this, it was the third time an officer had been called to remove Razak in particular from this particular spot. Razak liked the area...because it was a high profile restaurant, no one else dared to come here. The boxes they threw out made great beds, as comfortable as anyone living on the street could possibly get. Also the food was great...even if it was 'garbage'...usually there was nothing wrong with it other then where it came from. The risk of course was the police. He had been caught too many times, and now was going to jail. Some homeless might call this a blessing...but then, they had never been to jail on Cibrus 5. Many criminals went in, both under minor and major charges. Less then 1 percent of the criminals there made it back out, because simply put, the people in charge where legally allowed to do anything with you they wanted. Rape, murder, torture...whatever they felt like. The streets were better.
Razak knew he wouldn't survive long...from what little he knew of the prisons, he knew they loved to torture reptilians like him, a five-foot tall black lizard, to death.
Before the streets, Razak was a good specimen of his kind. His scales where healthy, and while he was no body builder, he was well defined. Now however his scales had dulled and no longer reflected light well. He was underweight and could barely walk for more then a mile without rest. This forced march when he should be sleeping physically might literally be the end of him. The officer would see no point in dragging an unconscious reptilian around, and would likely shoot him and simply call the morgue. Razak didn't wish to die, and thus fought on despite his minimalist chances.
One foot...then the other...it was slow going, and the officer wasn't about to help, but he didn't hit him any harder at least...not horribly anxious to get back to a likely harsh barracks anyways. "MOVE!" shouted the officer...hitting him half-heartedly in the back again, and Razak stumbled forward. Suddenly there was a shout from the side, and the officer looked over there. Razak, curious as to who was delaying what he was already deeming his death march, looked as well, and was shocked to see not only a fox, but also one in complete military uniform. Including the rank of Admiral. Foxes were rare in this part of the galaxy, for their skills where often in high demand in more important places. Any fox who joined the military however, tended to make it to the higher ranks one way or another...either through their sheer intelligence, or by finding the right bed to sleep in.
Admiral however was not a rank one could sleep their way towards. This was not a good sign for Razak, as usually military foxes used others as stepping-stones for respect. He made a rather good stone, as he wouldn't be missed.
"What are you doing with that...thing?" the Admiral called out. The officer saluted quickly and explained "Taking it to the jail, SIR." "On what charges?" "It was caught sleeping behind the restaurant for the third time, SIR." The fox smirked "Perfect. I'll take him from here. You may return to your duty." The officer didn't argue...not only was he being relieved of taking care of a reptile, but one didn't argue with an Admiral unless you wanted to end up executed...they didn't bother with military trials or prisons here.
Pushing Razak towards the Admiral, the officer then turned and walked away after saluting the fox once more. Razak could have tried to run...the fox didn't look strong, but neither was he, so instead he just hung his head, knowing he would be lucky if a slow death was to follow soon.
The Admiral moved behind him, and started pushing him gently. Determined to get at least good marks for effort, even if it was a doomed one, Razak tried to move all the faster, keeping as much dignity as was left of him. He heard the Admiral chuckle at this, but oddly it didn't strike him as being one of derision or cruelty. It didn't matter much, so he continued to walk. Unlike the officer, the Admiral didn't rush him on, even pausing once to let him rest. Razak was almost in shock, wondering why the Admiral was being so nice, until he thought that maybe this Admiral had connections to the games.
Highly illegal, the military did it anyways. Prisoners, usually reptilians, pedophiles, and rapists, where forced to fight each other to the death in an arena. Those who survived got to live until the next combat. Those who failed, where either killed in combat, or slowly tortured to death if they forfeited or where knocked out. Indeed, killing your opponent was considered kind.
With this in mind, Razak was surprised when they came to an elegant car. While such was well within range of someone half the Admiral's rank, putting a lizard in one would be considered by most appalling. Then Razak was treated to a sight that made him fall over. The rear door was opened form the inside, and not only was a reptilian...a green scaled lizard of some type, the one who opened it, but she was obviously female and completely nude! The Admiral didn't hit Razak for falling down, instead just pulling him up "Come on now...I know it's rare to see another of your kind and specially in such places, but we don't want to attract attention. Razak numbly got up, and climbed into the car. The female helped him to sit down in a chair and looked to the fox "Another one, Jaren?" she asked in a soft voice. If Razak had to guess, he would say her vocal cords had been damaged a long time ago. Either that or she had been talking far too much, which was unlikely.
Jaren...the fox Admiral, smiled and nodded. "Aye, another one. Cute to, isn't he?" Razak blushed a little as he was buckled in, trying to hide his arousal at the sight of a nude member of his species...of the opposite sex as well. He had pants, but they where not doing a very good job. The female giggled at this, and said, "Yes...very...and I think he likes me." Jaren laughed softly, then hit a speaker button "Driver. Take me to the spaceport. And phone ahead, I want my personal transport to the ship ready within the hour." The reply was quick, but not as terse as a military officer would have been "Yes sir, right away sir." Likely a slave, like this beautiful creature who was now sitting across from him, buckling herself in, Razak thought.
This was most confusing, and he looked back to that Admiral...Jaren. He was looking at him, smiling softly. He no longer even seemed liked a military admiral, but a friend with a secret. He spoke softly "Your likely confused as to what is going on." Razak could only nod...his power of speech had, for the moment, been robbed of him. Jaren frowned a little, as Razak had not spoken yet, and said, "I do hope you can speak."
He nodded softly and stuttered, "Y-yes...I..." but was cut off by a wave and a smile "I understand. Sarah here was much like you when I found her. You see...I like reptilians...male or female...and don't know why everyone else here doesn't. However, you were caught doing something that was illegal...so I have a choice for you. You can become my slave, to do with as I please when I please AND how I please, or I can have you quickly executed...which is better then one like you would get in jail. I know, because I have been there. It sounds cruel...but you broke the law...it is the best I could likely do for you." Razak new, of course, that this fox...Jaren...was telling the truth. In reality a quick execution was preferable to jail. But Razak didn't want to die. However to be a slave...was that better or worse?
Confused, Razak looked to the female, and she smiled back pleasantly at him. She was young...likely no more then 22, and seemed very healthy. Her scales gleamed with oils, and her eyes shown with happiness. Obviously, while to be dressed like that she had to be a slave, she was doing well. He looked back to the gently smiling Jaren, then down, thinking. Would it be so bad? No, he decided...it wouldn't. He looked back up again "I...I accept. I'll...be your slave." He then looked back down, feeling defeated. Jaren merely smiled and nodded "I thought you would. Don't worry...you'll live well with me. You may not be free, but you'll be well fed and cared for, I promise."
Almost thirty minutes later they arrived at the spaceport. Sarah first undid herself, then got up to help Razak, who was fumbling with the seatbelt. 'Good girl', Jaren thought. Not only was she the most beautiful reptilian he had ever seen, but she was also smart and obedient. She would have made a fine mate anywhere else. As for this new one...he had potential. Right now he was surviving, but that was an admirable trait in itself...not everyone had the will to survive no matter what. Jaren was happy this one did, for he was pleasant to the eye, and had a good frame. A couple months with exercise and proper food, and he would be the perfect match to Sarah. He chuckles softly to himself, which got the black one looking at him, thinking that the only way this could get better is if he had a hermaphrodite to lay on top of him, with these two on either side of him. Tonight however this black one would have to be allowed to sleep on his own, and possibly, the Admiral noted with sudden alarm, in the medical bay.
When Sarah had helped him up, Razak had stumbled forward, and left a slight pool of blood on the seat. Sarah had been trained with some medical knowledge, and knew this was serous from the size of the pool...the seats where designed with comfort in mind and thus tended to soak any liquid up. Thus the fact that it was not soaked completely into the chair meant there was a lot of blood loss here. She pushed Razak forward to lay him on the seat, and Jaren moved to help her. He looked back to the seat, knowing it was a complete loss. He then hit the intercom button "Driver, medical emergency. Tell them to get first aid out here, on the double!"
"Yes sir!" the driver said, before Jaren released the speaker. Immediately the fox moved to Razak and lifted up his chin. The black-scaled reptilian whimpered softly, obviously afraid. "What is your name?" he asked him, and got a quick, but pained response, hissed through clenched teeth "Razak." Jaren nodded "Do you know what caused this, Razak?" Razak hissed softly "I was...attacked when I tried to find a place to sleep. They had a knife and stabbed me in the front before I got away."
Instantly Sarah helped move Razak to sit with his front upwards...such a good smart girl. Jaren moved...a sinking suspicion setting in. He grabbed Razak's pants and pulled them down carefully...finding them caked in blood. His suspicion was proven to be correct. Right next to Razak's sheath, which was still swollen slightly from his recent arousal, was a garish wound. This lovely creature should quite likely already be dead, he thought.
The first aid techs arrived that moment, and Jaren opened the door. "I want him stabilized and on my ship immediately." The techs hated the idea of aiding a reptilian. But they hated more the possibility of pissing off an Admiral. He was on Admiral Jaren's ship in less then 10 minutes with compresses strapped to the wound. If anyone had been keeping track, they would have likely noted it as a record.
Razak had been in the medical bay all night. Jaren had business to attend to...as he was an admiral, and thus he had told her to be ready to help the poor creature if anything was needed. Sarah still was nude, as she rarely got dressed. Jaren liked her this way, and she had gotten used to it. He had special rules about nudity on his ship, which helped the almost complete lack of privacy in the first place. So long as you weren't on duty, Jaren didn't care what you wore...or didn't wear. And since she was not even military, but his slave...it fit perfectly. She loved Jaren, and they both knew it. While he seemed rough when in public, he had hand picked every officer he had on board, and they all had no problems with reptilians. Furthermore they all knew he loved at least one. None of them minded, and treated Sarah with perfect respect...and they likely would Razak as well. That is, if he recovered.
She looked again to the doctor's notes in her hand. She was a good doctor, but the wound had been pretty bad. The major artery to his manhood itself had been hit. A lot of blood had been lost at the initial wounding until things had scabbed up down there. When Razak had gotten aroused at all, however, everything got opened back up, and he started bleeding again. Above that, contaminates had gotten into his blood stream. Everything was infected now, and the doctor had serous doubts on his survival. As it was, Razak was hooked up to a device made to filter reptilian blood in specific, but he had lost so much, he was in danger of his heart stopping. Unfortunately reptilian blood was rare out here, and worse, Razak was of a rare blood type. She couldn't donate any to him if she wanted to...and did she ever want to. Razak was a mess, even after being washed up. But Sarah had learned to see the person underneath. She knew that he would look a lot better when he was well taken care off, and he had a good personality from what she could tell. But first...he had to survive.
Suddenly Chad, one of auxiliary comms officers, walked in. He said softly to Sarah "Jaren asked me to come in and relieve you...said you should go curl up in bed and wait for him, if he didn't beat you there." Sarah nodded and got up slowly "Thank you, Chad, Hun." She said as she padded off. Despite the fact she always used it on all the crewmembers, the cheetah smiled when she called him Hun. Everyone liked that of her...when she wasn't looking they said it made her seem friendlier. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, in this case. Thus she made her way to her and the admiral's quarters.
They where both in heaven, and it felt like it even down to the fact they where floating. After tossing aside his clothing, Jaren had turned off the gravity wave generators for this room. He had then proceeded to grab and fondle Sarah until she was practically begging him to mount her. However he was an odd fox, and due to her time with him, she was no less of an odd lizard. Currently she was hanging on to bars set into the ceiling, keeping herself in place. Jaren was practically clinging to her back, keeping in relative place by gripping her. As for what he was doing...currently he was using his manhood to 'clean her out', he liked to call it. Jaren had always had a penchant for anal sex, giving or receiving, and right now Sarah was receiving. While the admiral had never made Sarah orgasm like this before, for some reason by the time he was done, she was always satisfied, and thus she never said a word.
He was gripping around her torso, his hands folded over where a mammals breasts would be. She was cold blooded...and thus didn't have any, but that didn't seem to bother him at all. Slow and gently...that was the pace he took with her when using her sex. Then it was romantic and long lasting. This was no less pleasurable, but it tended to wear them out more and not last as long. He forced his length into her again, and she cried out in pleasure so deep it almost sounded like she was in agony. Briefly her mind remembered that the first time he did this to her, it was agony. Jaren had never been mean or cruel, but persistent and occasionally rough. Now she enjoyed it. The fox yanked is length back out of her, only to slam it home again, jolting them both upwards. It was all Sarah could do to howl in pleasure and try to keep them from hitting the roof. She felt his teeth on her neck, biting and chewing at the looser scales there. She moaned slowly and shivered...and then blinked, as Jaren was suddenly gone. She looked down, and spotted him on the ground, at the control panel. Without warning her first...a favorite trick of his...he turned the gravity right to full. Unprepared for the sudden change, she slipped from the bars, and fell right on the bed. She giggled softly as she bounced a couple of times, and then looked up at her foxen owner.
He smirked at his pet, and motioned to the coffee table, then turned to a chest. Sarah shivered in anticipation, knowing what was to come next. She went over to the table and kneeled down, laying her body over it. She then brought her legs up slowly, so her ankles her next to the legs, and brought her arms straight out, so her wrists where close to the other set of legs. Jaren was there in a moment, fastening cuffs to her ankles. She didn't say a word, panting from the exhaustion of the mounting moments ago. She knew she was about to be ridden again, and harder this time...she was looking forward to it. Quickly the admiral fastened her ankles to the legs of the table with special ties he had just for that, then moved to her wrists. He smiled at her softly as he repeated the procedure, and she couldn't help but smile back. In moments she was helpless before the handsome tod, just the way she liked it, her rump exposed for a hard but pleasant 'ride'. Then he bent down, and fastened a muzzle on her. He made sure the straps where tight, but they where specially made out of soft faux leather, and thus they didn't hurt, even through Sarah could no longer open her mouth an inch.
Jaren then got up and walked around behind her, and leaned out over her body, putting his arms on the small of her back for support. She tensed up her entire body, then forced her rear muscles to relax, just in time as well. She had been taught quickly that when he had her like this, he was going to use her, whether she was ready or not, and she best be ready...she learned quickly this rule. In that fox-cock plunged, plowing into her already stretched anal passage. Using her back still for support, pushing her down against the table, he pulled out rapidly and then pushed in again, setting a fast and harsh rhythm. All Sarah could do was lay there and moan as he took her, again and again, abusing her rear in a way she found delightful. He was almost using her body to jerk himself off, and she could tell he would come to climax soon, for the small knot at the base of his cock was starting to swell. While this was as pleasurable as anything else to her, she had more control over her body when he took her analy, and thus she forced her body to relax completely.
Soon it was time, and she was glad she relaxed. Slamming into her hard, Jaren wedged his knot into her ass, causing her to let out a startled exclamation that was completely muffled to senselessness by the muzzle. She then squeezed on that knot, more and more, and soon she wasn't the only one howling. Jaren lifted his muzzle up and cried out his pleasure, as his cock twitched within her, filling her with seed. Jaren never lasted long...and this time was no exception, and soon he was lying on her back panting. He smiled and said softly "Good girl...very good..." as he lay there, and she smiled under that muzzle. He then got up slowly, and forcefully pulled back. Sarah let out a small muffled yelp from the pain the forced opening of her ass by that knot caused, but didn't even try to complain, just shaking her head to recover. Behind her, her master shook his head as well, almost in pain from the sheer sensitivity of that knot. He wobbled over to his chest unsteadily and got out the largest butt plug he had, and then padded back over to Sarah. "For being such a good girl..." he didn't even complete the rest of the sentence, instead pushing the plug into her ass. She was already well stretched and lubed, and thus it slid right in. But it was a large plug, and he actually had to hit it once to get the widest part within her. It was as thick at least as his knot at full size. She let out another yelp, and then sighed with pleasure as her muscles closed around the thinner neck. She then gasped against the muzzle, shuddering, as he turned the vibrator on. He walked away from her, saying softly "Goodnight Pet...sleep well." She blinked, and then blushed, as she loved it when he did this and he knew it. The vibrator would keep her aroused all night and she couldn't relieve herself any more, not stop it, and by the time morning came around she would be in for a long gentle good morning wake up...for Jaren always took her sex after leaving her tied up like this all night. She laid her head down and tried to get comfortable, smiling, and soon she too was asleep. That is, until four hours after when she awoke, and had to force down the need for relief in favor of the need for sleep before her master awoke...
To be continued.