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This is part three of an ongoing story. For the best experience I recommend reading the other parts first.

I apologize for the extreme length, but I try to make my stories a bit more than simply sex scenes. You can skip to the first bit of smut by searching for the word "corridor", and you can skip to the second bit by searching for the word "subsided".

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I'd be lying if I said Quatine-63 was a pleasant place on its own. It was the sole planet of a giant blue star, perched on the very tip of a galactic arm. The average temperature was usually well below freezing, there was only one settlement on the entire planet, and that settlement consisted of only two people. The settlement was an outpost, supposed to be an early warning system for if something came from deep space. It also served as a testing facility of sorts, in that new equipment was sent there just to make sure it didn't kill anyone important if it blew up.

One of the two people stationed at the station was me, Sam. I got assigned there since I had little aptitude anywhere else, and also since I pissed off the wrong people. The second person was named Lucy, and although she only got here three weeks ago she's been incredibly helpful. She's perky, compliant, curious, competent, and easy to get along with. She also became my girlfriend, after we discovered a mutual love for eachother that was strengthened by lust.

This wouldn't be too weird if she wasn't an anthropomorphic husky. She's about 5'4" with soft fur and a bushy tail. Originally she came as a piece of experimental hardware, but after realizing how much I liked her I remotely filled out the paperwork to officially assign her here. Since then we've been working together, as well as doing less...appropriate things.

It had been about two weeks since the “werewolf incident", and as the senior officer of the station I had recently submitted a glowing report about operations at the outpost. Lucy had helped with it as well, adding technical stuff that I didn't think was important. However, she insisted on helping, so the report wound up about three times as long I usually made it.

We were watching more TV, this time a crime drama called “Going Green". So far, we had seen over three hours of drug deals, drug busts, and family drama in a single day. Lucy was was watching intently, asking a myriad of questions about the stuff going down on screen.

“So have you ever been in a drug deal?"

“No."

“Ever done drugs?"

“Nope."

“Ever shot someone?"

“Yes, actually."

Her face lit up with surprise and delight, disturbing me a little. “Who was it? What'd he do? What happened? Did you kill him? What was it like? Did his friends come after you?"

“Well, it happened when I was in basic training on the firearm course, second time I'd ever held a gun." Her enthusiasm began to fade. “I was doing pretty well, but I forgot my finger was on the trigger while I had my gun pointed at the ground. One wayward twitch of my trigger finger later, and I had shot the guy next to me in the foot. He lost his pinky toe, and I don't think I've ever been allowed near a gun ever since."

“So what interesting stuff have you done?"

“To be honest, you are probably the most exciting thing in my life." I lightly kissed her on the cheek.

“Aww, thanks." Lucy snuggled up against my arm, resting her head on my chest as I lay back. I reached over and started scratching behind one of her ears, hearing her almost purr with delight.

All of a sudden her ears swiveled toward the window. She sat bolt upright, intently listening to something.

“What is it?" I asked, looking out the window to see if anything had appeared.

“You can't hear that? That roaring sound?"

I was about to ask her more about the sound when I heard it too. It might have been strange to Lucy, but I recognized it immediately.

“It's a ship. That roaring is the entry thrusters." Sure enough, a beetle shaped ship began descending above the launch pad. What's more, I thought it looked an awful lot like Vic's.

“I thought the supply ship only came once a month?"

“Yeah, that's what I thought too." Why was the supply ship here a week early? Was there something urgent?

Lucy stood up and walked over to the window. “There's someone coming out of the ship."

“Is he wearing a mask?"

“Yeah, why do you ask?"

“Well, odds are I know the guy. Is he hauling anything?"

“No, but there's someone following him. Looks kinda scrawny, wearing glasses."

I got up and walked over to the door. It slid open, and Vic strode in with the wiry framed stranger in tow. Once inside, they began to take off their winter gear. For the first time I saw Vic without his mask, and he extended one exposed hand that was the color of soil. He looked middle aged, with a full salt and pepper beard covering his jaw. When he spoke, his voice was firm like a stern father.

“Good to see you Sam."

I took his hand in mind, giving it a few good shakes.

“Good to see you too, Vic. This here is Lucy." I motioned her forward, and she confidently took his hand in her paw. “She's been incredibly helpful over the last few weeks."

“Nice to put a face to the name." I could swear she was copying the characters from the show. Vic looked mildly amused at this, letting her lead the handshake. He then turned back to me, all business.

“The reason I've come is to take you two to Orion Station." He moved to the side, exposing the guy in glasses. “Jenkins will take over here while you're gone. He's fully qualified, fresh out of basic."

“Why are we going to Orion?" I asked.

“Command is rounding up all the staff who've been working alongside the…uh…" He gestured to Lucy “...new models." Lucy looked somewhat offended, and I would too if I had been referred to as equipment. “I think it's for some kind of evaluation. You shouldn't be gone for long, a month at the most."

“A MONTH? Exactly how far away is Orion Station?" Lucy's anger simmered down to confusion.

“Well, normally we'd be able to get there in about three days, but since there's a bunch more pickups along the way it's going to be closer to five. As for why you'll be staying so long, it's because they're rolling it in with your leave. Most of the time will be your own, with only a day or two of interviews."

Lucy and I exchanged a curious glance. A whole two weeks, with all the resources of a giant commercial space station at our fingertips. I thought it would be worth a few days of prodding, and Lucy would have a blast with everything we could do.

Vic snapped us back to reality as he continued talking. “You've got about an hour until liftoff, so I suggest you pack your bags. I also recommend giving Jenkins the basic rundown, just so there aren't any unpleasant surprises while you're gone."

I went to get my bags packed while Lucy gave Jenkins a tour of the facilities. I grabbed clothes, toiletries, a few knick knacks I thought I might need, and two pre-made sandwiches from the fridge. I went to get Lucy to pack her stuff, when I saw her standing close to Jenkins. They were talking about something, or more accurately she was talking to him. I could see he was uncomfortable around her, looking a bit scared as well as a bit confused. She didn't seem to notice, though, carrying on with her usual cheery demeanor. She stopped for a second, then leaned in close to his ear. I could see him turning pale as a ghost, mortified by whatever she had to say. She pulled away a bit, then gave him a quick peck on the cheek before walking over to me. I looked at her, seeing her face alight with mischievous glee. Jenkins just stood there, staring off into space and potentially reconsidering his life choices.

I followed Lucy back into the sleeping quarters, finding her calmly putting her clothes into her own bag.

“What was that?" My accusing stare didn't seem to faze her in the least.

“Oh, just having a bit of fun."

“What do you mean, having a bit of fun? What did you do?"

“Oh, I just told him about your little personal collection."

“You did WHAT?" My shock quickly melted to anger, and I turned her to face me fully with one forceful hand.

“Relax, he was going to find it anyway if he did even a cursory search through your files." She let out a short chuckle. “This way I got to see him squirm." She turned back to packing her clothes. “Plus, he didn't really seem the type to squeal."

“That's cause he's terrified of you. You're something he's never seen before, something that, for all he knows, is going to rip his face off as soon as it has him alone. Your little stunt probably had him thinking you were going to kill him."

Lucy paused from her task, turning towards me with confusion in her eyes. “Well, you liked it when I did the werewolf thing, and I was just playing. I wasn't going to hurt him, I just thought-"

“Humans fear what they don't understand. I know you, I know you're playing, but most people won't. They'll see you as a threat, and trying to screw with their heads will only make it worse."

She looked down at the ground, thinking over my words. At last she looked back up, emotion gone from her face. “Alright, I'll keep it civil."

I was a bit surprised at this sudden change. “It doesn't mean I don't love you, I just-“

“Oh I get it. From now on I'll just have to torment you." Her mischievous grin was back, and she pulled me into a hug. She brought her snout close to my ear and whispered, “And maybe you can torment me a bit, hmm?" Her hand slipped down to my crotch, but it felt more playful than lustful. We then pulled apart, and she finished packing her bag.

Lucy and I walked out into the snow towards Vic's dropship, our bags in hand. I had to put on a coat and goggles to make it to the ship, but Lucy seemed to do just fine in her uniform. As we got inside, she brushed snow off her shoulders and cap while I took off my own gear.

The dropship was a bit cramped on the inside, on account of it mostly being storage space full of crates. We took two adjacent passenger seats in the cabin, strapping ourselves in for the inevitable takeoff. The seats were all heavily padded, likely to make the g-force of take off more bearable. Vic was punching away at the controls, making sure every little thing was properly positioned. Suddenly Lucy turned to me with fear in her eyes.

“We're going to be fine, right?"

“Don't worry, it only takes a minute to get out of the atmosphere. It's just a bunch of shaking for thirty seconds, then boom, you're weightless." She looked slightly relieved, but still took my hand in her paw.

“Come in, Caravan, this is Scarab 1. The passengers are on board, ETA 20 minutes." Vic flicked on the engines, and the whole ship began to shake. “Buckle up back there, it's gonna get rough." Lucy squeezed my hand hard as the roar of the engines intensified. The ship began to lift into the air, then shot forward and upward. I could feel the ship tilting up, the acceleration pushing Lucy and I back into our seats. If she was a human, odds are her knuckles would be bone white.

Suddenly the shaking stopped, and a feeling of weightlessness took over. Lucy's face slowly went from terrified to amazed. She pointed one digit up toward my head, and I knew she saw my hair floating. She unbuckled herself from her seat, pushing herself into the air. She just floated there for a moment, eyes bright with childish glee.

Vic turned back toward us, unamused. “You might want to get back to your seat, I'm turning the artificial gravity on." Lucy looked disappointed, solemnly pulling herself back with my help. Suddenly the weight of our bodies returned, and Vic turned back to the controls. “If you want you can stretch your legs a bit, it's going to be awhile before we get to the Caravan." I looked over to see Lucy with a naughty grin on her lips. She had two digits of one paw in a circle, and was poking a digit from her other paw through it. It took me a second to figure out what she meant, but when I did I responded by gesturing wildly to Vic. She put her paws on either side of her head, closing her eyes and bobbing her head to imaginary music. Sure enough, I could hear a hint of music coming from Vic's headset. I still shook my head no. She pointed to herself, then put one digit to her pursed lips. When I still wouldn't give in, she switched to mock sadness as she made a heart shape with her paws. It was stupid, risky, immature, and...it would probably be a hell of a lot of fun. I let out an exaggerated sigh, then tapped my wrist with my pointer finger. She quickly nodded, then clicked open her harness. The second I clicked off my own and stood up she grabbed me by the hand and led me down to the cargo area.

When we got to a small corridor in the crates, Lucy ran ahead with a look of glee on her face. I could hear the sound of buckles and clothes being removed, and when I got around the corner Lucy was ready for action.

She was sitting on a crate, most of her clothes already gone. Her legs were spread wide, giving an amazing view of her engorged, reddened pussy. She was dripping wet, rubbing her vulva with two extended digits. Her bra was gone and her uniform jacket hung open, exposing perky breasts with hardened pink nipples. She had her panties balled up in her mouth, and her ice blue eyes burned with lust. I walked over, already stiff in the pants, and began dealing with my zipper. At last I got my pants off, dropping both them and my underwear to the floor. I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock gently teasing her lips. She whined insistently through the panties in her mouth, inspiring me to push inside.

We both let out muffled moans as I slowly entered her. Her pussy was so warm and wet, enveloping my cock and squeezing on it hard. Once I had pushed myself all the way in, I started moving back and forth inside her, driving out muffled moans. The friction of her insides against my cock felt incredible, especially with her contracting on me every time I pulled back. At her insistence I went faster and faster, pounding into her pussy like a jackhammer. The blissful feeling of penetrating her deeper and deeper was almost too much, and I could feel myself creeping towards the edge. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and I could hear her practically screaming with pleasure through her panties.

“Mmph! Mmph! Mmph! Mmmmmmph!" I suddenly felt her shudder and squeeze, wrapping her legs around my hips and pulling me in up to the hilt. She let out one long moan of ecstasy, her whole body shivering against mine. Her orgasmic seizure caused her to squeeze around my cock like never before, finally driving me over the edge. I practically gushed cum into her thirsting womb, shooting my sticky hot fluids deep into her pussy. It felt like a full minute before I could stop cumming, and her orgasm seemed to last three times as long.

After she had recovered a bit, she spat out her panties and released my hips. I pulled out of her, and took a while to admire my handiwork. Her vulva were soaked with her own juices, and a bit of cum was already leaking out. I too was soaked in both our bodily fluids, my shaft slathered with warm, slimy cum. Without a word, I laid down on my back. Lucy got off the crate, then kneeled in top of my face, bringing her pussy inches from my lips. She extended herself on top of me, her head reaching down to my crotch. As I pulled her hips into my face, she took my member in one hand, and we both began to lick each other clean.

I could feel Lucy lapping up her own fluids off my cock, and I returned the favor by licking at her pussy. I spread her lips apart, trying to lick as deep as I could into her. I could taste my own salty cum as I lapped her, and I tried to suck as much as I could out of her. She was almost done cleaning my shaft, and when she was done she sat back into my face.

I switched to softly suckling on her clit, causing shudders to go through her body. She seemed like she was still sensitive after her last orgasm, so I took it fairly slow. I lightly licked up and down her slit, brushing her clitorous on each pass. After a few minutes of this she gradually began to tense up on top of me, and I sped up to bring her closer to the edge. At last she began shaking again, squeezing her thighs on either side of my head and forcing her pussy down onto my mouth. With her sitting on my face it was a bit hard to breathe, but I kept on licking and sucking to give her what she wanted.

Finally she came down from her second orgasm, and shakily got to her feet. I stood up too, and we both began slipping on our clothes.

“Aren't you glad we didn't just sit there the whole trip?" Lucy was looking at me with smug satisfaction in her eyes.

“Oh yeah, I'm glad you talked me into this." Suddenly I remembered our situation, and looked back toward the cockpit. “We should probably get back to the cabin soon, just so Vic doesn't get suspicious."

The two of us went back to our seats to find a huge ship looming in the distance. It was twenty times the size of the dropship, at least, and through the window I could see the name Caravan stenciled on the hull.

“What the hell is that?" Lucy stared in awe, her mouth hanging open slightly.

“That," said Vic, “is the Alliance ship Caravan. It's what we'll be making the journey to Orion in."

“How many people is it carrying? A thousand? Ten thousand?"

“Eh, closer to a hundred, about half of whom are crew. Most of the space on board is for cargo, just crates stacked up ten stories high. It's big enough to be equipped with an FTL drive, so we can get to Orion within our lifetime."

“Wow…"

The Caravan seemed to get even larger as we got closer. Eventually we pulled into a docking port, and the ship shook a bit as it was locked in. Then Vic motioned for us to follow him as he strode down toward the cargo door. Lucy and I got up as well, exchanging an unsure glance before trailing behind him.

We stepped out into a large hanger-ish room, filled with the industrial smells of oil and metal. We were approached by a man in dull blue coveralls who was holding a tablet in one hand and a stylus in the other.

“Sam Bringot?" The man in the coveralls was looking at me.

“Yeah, that's me."

The man offered the tablet and stylus to me. “I need you to sign this for me, just to signify you and your party arrived safely." I put down my bags and took both, then watched the man tap a signature box on the tablet. I quickly scrawled my initials, then handed both items back to him. He took a quick look at the signature before tapping a few more buttons. “Perfect. Now if you'll come with me, I'll show you to your quarters." I picked up my bags, and Lucy and I began to follow behind him.

He led us down a few turns of industrial looking hallways, with grated floors and pipes running along the walls. We eventually arrived at a hall of sequentially labeled doors, stopping in front of R125 and R126. The man handed us both a key card to our separate rooms.

“Take a few minutes to get settled in, then take a right to the common area. Dinner is in about 20 minutes, mess hall will be on the left." The man then walked off down to the right.

Once he was gone, I slotted my keycard into the door console, turning the light from red to green. The door slid upward with a hiss, and revealed a small, dingy room. There was a single cot with a few sheets, a desk with a terminal, and a dresser with a metal lamp on top. A door in the corner led to what I assumed was a bathroom. The floor was covered in a coarse brown carpet, and the walls were beige with peeling paint.

“Well this is cheerful." I thought aloud.

Lucy stepped past me into the center of the room. “It's not that bad, given what the outpost was like. Plus, being together will make it cozy instead of cramped."

Suddenly a thought shot through my mind. “I think we'll have to sleep separately."

Lucy looked at me confused. “Why? The bed's plenty big."

“It's not that, it's just...I'm not sure how accepted our relationship would be."

Lucy walked back over to me, crossing her arms over her chest. “What do you mean, accepted?"

“Well, they gave us two separate rooms, so they don't expect us to be together, and others might think it's wrong because you aren't...human."

Her confusion turned to irritated disbelief. “Really? What the hell does it matter to them, why should they give a damn?" She took my hands in her paws, meeting my gaze. “If they think that we shouldn't be together, they can go to hell for all I care. What are they going to do, stone us to death?" The defiant fire began to drain from her eyes. “Would they?"

I sighed, looking down at the floor. When I looked up, I saw fear and sorrow seeping into her expression. “I don't know. I've seen people do some pretty messed up stuff, but…well…" I sighed again. “Let's just play it safe for now. We can go to the mess hall, see what the other passengers are like, then go from there."

“Alright. Play it safe. Got it." Her hurt tone made me feel almost guilty, but part of me knew this was the best course of action for both of us.

I got my bags unpacked a bit, then waited outside in the hall for Lucy. The two of us walked together, staying a few feet apart the whole time. We turned the corner into a large open area, sort of like a plaza. Signs pointed to different facilities: gyms, arcades, lounges, and of course the mess hall. We went to the left, finding a fairly large atrium full of circular tables. About half of them had people sitting at them, and about a third of those people weren't human.

There were a few that looked like Lucy, with a husky's black and white fur. The others looked like rabbits, bulls, foxes, bears, birds, and plenty of other kinds of animals. They were scattered around the atrium, each sitting by at least one human. Most of them seemed fairly social, and were chatting with the others at their table. Lucy seemed awed to see other creatures like her, and so was I. We stood there for a few moments before I spotted what looked like a buffet table and motioned her over. I grabbed some pasta and a salad, while she loaded her plate with beef chunks.

We both sat down at an empty table, putting one seat between us. I began to dig into my meal when someone in front of me spoke.

“Are these seats taken?"

I looked up to see a guy with curly brown hair, with a humanoid fox almost hiding behind him. “Nope, they're all yours." I replied

The two of them sat down, the fox looking nervously down at his plate. “I'm Nick, by the way. This here," he gestured to the fox. “Is Ian." The fox gave a timid wave with one paw.

“I'm Sam, and-"

“And I'm Lucy. Pleased to meet you." She reached out and shook his extended hand in her paw.

Nobody spoke for a minute, until Lucy broke the silence. “So, where were you guys stationed?"

“Vandabir-9. It's a barren tundra, cold as hell, with no living life forms to speak of. What about you, what god-forsaken corner of the galaxy did they stick you two in?"

Lucy thought for a moment, and seemed like she was about to say “I don't know" when I spoke up. “Quantine-63. They say it's “terraformed", but the perpetual worldwide blizzard makes it pretty much uninhabitable."

“Jesus. You'd think they'd find somewhere nicer to put these damned outposts, they've got a whole galaxy after all."

“Maybe the brass just hates us grunts, I don't know."

The conversation died off for a moment, and we all went back to our plates. I noticed that Ian was looking over at Nick quite a bit, almost in deference. He seemed like he might be hiding something, and didn't want to be in public for fear of exposing himself. Nick didn't seem nervous at all, though, so maybe the fox was just socially anxious. I looked over at Lucy, who was happily tearing into her dinner. She didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, so I thought that I might just be a bit paranoid.

We finished our food, then went off to whatever we wanted to do next. I headed off to the arcade to see what they had available, while Lucy went to the gym to blow off some steam. I got back to my room a few hours later, having claimed a few top 10 spots for myself. I stripped off most of my clothes, then pulled back the covers and slipped into bed. The mattress was cold, and made me miss Lucy's warm body by my side. Maybe I could go over to her room, just quietly slip inside for a bit of naughty fun. It would be nice, and definitely would help alleviate the oppressive atmosphere…but no, I couldn't. I didn't know who could potentially see me, and if someone heard, or saw us leaving the same room...I couldn't take the risk. I'd just have to tough it out until I knew we'd be safe. I fell asleep with troubled thoughts in my mind, and dreamed of being together with Lucy again.

I woke up to the sound of the door hissing open. I looked up, and in the dim light of the door console I could make out a canine form in the doorway. Apparently Lucy had been having the same thoughts I did, and had come to be with me in secret.

She sauntered over to the foot of my bed, her tail flicking back and forth with anticipation. I could feel the covers on my feet rising up, and her furry body began rubbing against my legs. The texture of her fur seemed slightly different, but I just chalked it up to different bathing options. Her snout came up to my crotch before stopping suddenly. I could feel her head tilt to the side a little, then shake back and forth as she cleared whatever reservations she had from her mind. I felt her teeth gently gripping the seat of my underwear, gradually pulling it off. At last she pulled it all the way off my legs, dropping it lightly on the floor. She then moved back up my legs, feeling for my member with one paw. Her warm breath and the promise of what was to come next got me incredibly aroused, pitching a tent in the covers. Her paw found the shaft's base, and gave a few strokes before licking at the tip. She knew precisely what she was doing, gently licking up and down the shaft with her soft warm tongue while her paw played with my balls. She got up closer to my crotch, getting up on her knees and placing my legs over her shoulders. She began suckling on the tip in earnest, rubbing the rest of the shaft while still fondling my balls. She then took my cock fully in her mouth, her jaws surrounding it in warm wetness. Her tongue rubbed back and forth along the underside, and she started bobbing up and down with enthusiasm. This went on for a few minutes, her bobbing, sucking, and licking building up that familiar pressure in my groin.

Suddenly she took my cock out of her mouth, and began kissing down its underside with gentle care. Her paw went back to stroking the shaft, while her tongue began to tease at my balls. I almost recoiled at first, feeling incredibly vulnerable with her teeth so close. My muscles tensed even further as she took one in her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue. Once I got over the initial fear, I discovered that it nicely complimented the paw rubbing up and down my shaft. I was getting pretty close to cumming, and I could tell she could sense it too. She took my cock back into her mouth, aggressively licking and sucking on it until I finally went over the edge. She took my cock to the hilt in response, her nose pressed against my crotch. I shot stream after stream into her mouth, feeling her swallow each with gusto. At last I stopped cumming, and I could feel her licking the sticky white substance off her lips.

Suddenly I heard a stranger's voice from under the covers say, “You want to go all the way?" Before I could react, my attention shifted to the door as it hissed open. Lucy walked inside, holding an electric lantern at her eye level. She was wearing a smutty smirk, and in the dim light of the lantern I could see she wasn't wearing anything under her open uniform top.

My mind started to race. If Lucy was there, then who was under the covers? Who the hell just gave me a blowjob? I ripped off the covers and flicked on the light, seeing a fox's head looking up at me from between my legs. It looked like Ian, and he recognized me as his confusion turned to petrified horror. All three of us froze, unable to think or act as fear and surprise gripped us tight. Ian was the first to move, scrambling off the bed and onto the floor. He tried to stammer out an apology, but quickly gave up and sprinted past Lucy and out of the room.

Once he was gone, Lucy turned on me, the door sliding closed behind her. The shock frozen on her face quickly turned to livid rage, and as she advanced on me I thought she might try to kill me.

“What. The hell. Was that?" Her voice was icy with fury, and her piercing blue eyes stared daggers at me.

“I-it was an accident, I think he thought I was someone else." This seemed to do little to quell her anger, and if anything made it worse.

“An accident. Really?" She stood in front of me now, glaring down in contempt.

“I swear that's what it was. I thought it was you at first, until you came in." She was unimpressed. “Is there any way I can make it up to you? To get back your trust?"

Her glare subsided, replaced by a naughty smirk. “Well, there might be something you can do…"

She put one paw on my chest, pushing me onto my back. I watched as she slowly began to take off her jacket, shrugging it off inch by inch, pulling her arms through the sleeves and cupping her paws to her chest. The jacket fell off her shoulders to the ground, and she began slowly playing with her breasts. Her eyes met with mine, and I could see sensual lust burning within her. She then slowly unbuttoned her pants, turning away from me as she slid them down her legs. Her rump raised in the air and swayed back and forth, giving me a great view of her cute little butt. Her tail curled seductively over her back, exposing the treasures that lay between her legs and tempting me to enter. She turned back toward me, her grin even more pronounced as she slid two digits down into her panties. Her other paw reached under her waistband and pulled it down a bit, just enough to see her digits knuckle deep inside her. She closed her eyes, pushing her panties down even further. I could see her fingers getting slick with her own juices, rubbing her into an aroused frenzy. Once her panties got past her knees, she stepped one leg out and put her foot on the bed. She rubbed at herself a bit more, seeming pleased that I was rock hard once again. Then she brought her knee onto the bed, shifting herself so she knelt on my thighs. Her pussy lips pressed against my skin inches from my cock, and I could feel the heat radiating from them.

“I think you need to prove you still love me." She stuck her digits into her pussy and pulled them out soaking wet.

“Want a taste?" I nodded. “Say it."

“I want a taste."

She leaned over me, grinning, holding her two wet digits in front of my face. I took her paw in one hand, sticking her digits in my mouth and sucking them clean. The exotic scent and taste of her fluids piqued my arousal even further, bringing a bit of precum out of the tip of my cock.

She leaned in close, breathing into my ear. “You're going to have to ask nicely if you want some more."

“Please, may I have some more?"

“Of course. You're such a good little human." She crawled up my body, bringing her hips up to my jaw. I started licking at her pussy, feeling her squirm on top of me. I knew she wanted this just as bad as I did, but I was willing to play her little game. For now.

My tongue probed into her, going deeper as I pushed her hips into me. I lapped at her like a dog, feeling her shiver with pleasure at each little lick. I could tell her arousal had made her much more sensitive, as she was already coming close to cumming. Her clit was swollen and exposed, standing out above her reddened lips. I shifted my focus to it next, sucking on it like she had done to my own cock. She finally let herself start moaning, getting louder as she got closer to her climax.

“Oh god, Sam, don't stop! I'm gonna…ah, I'm…oh!...almost…" Finally she let out a long scream of ecstasy, arching backwards and pressing her hips into me. I kept going as her orgasm took its course, causing her to shake on top of me and squeeze my head between her thighs like a vice. I was starting to worry about breathing when she finally let up, falling backward into a spread eagle pose. Her head turned toward my cock, which was right next to her head.

“Mmmm, you've been such a good boy...I think you deserve a treat." She rolled herself off the side, laying her top half on the bed stomach down with her feet on the floor. Realizing what she was trying to do, I maneuvered myself off the bed as well, and stood behind her with my hands on her hips. When I didn't immediately enter her, she started whining like a dog.

“No, not till you beg for it." I smirked, knowing she both loved and hated having her own game being played on her.

“P-please, Sam." Her voice dripped with arousal and desperation. “Please fuck me. I want it so bad! Please just-" Her sentence abruptly ended as I stuck it all the way in, causing her to gasp for breath. I began humping her, driven by animalistic lust. Her pussy squeezed around me, making her feel twice as tight. I leaned over her as I fucked her, pressing my chest into her back and groping her breasts with my hands.

“You're such a good dog," I whispered in her ear. “So hot and tight. I always knew you wanted this, even when you try to take control." She didn't reply, as she was too busy drooling into the mattress. I reached one hand down the front of her, rubbing at her clit with two fingers. She moaned and squirmed even more, pulsing against my cock as I hammered into her. “You're just a bitch in heat, and I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk." I sped up even further, ramming into her with wild abandon. I found myself not even close to cumming, while Lucy seemed like she was about to break. She screamed and twitched, unable to control her own body in the throes of her orgasm. She stopped shaking so badly after a while, but I didn't stop for a moment. By this point she was almost passed out from pleasure, her muscles contracting out of reflex. I finally felt myself nearing my climax when she came again, even harder than before. Her tight pussy around my cock was too much to handle, and I pulled myself all the way into her as I shot my seed. I think it went all the way into her womb, shooting out of my cock into her depths. She still unconsciously squeezed me, milking me for every drop.

At last I came to a stop, exhausted from my exertions. Lucy was out cold, passed out after a sensory overload. I dragged myself into bed, then pulled her up on top of me. I could feel my cum leaking out of her, but I didn't have the energy to try and clean her up. I simply lay there, basking in her warmth for a few moments until I too fell asleep.