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Part 1: Selection

Darcy shook his head. “No. Absolutely not."

“You got a better plan?" Ray said.

“Yeah I do. We take them up on their offer, we take our cut, and we fuck off."

Darcy spoke harshly, but still almost whispered. He didn't know what the big ears of Nickola and the rest of his mafia gangsters could pick up from the bedroom.

“What makes you think they won't backstab us? We don't know enough yet," Mel said.

“And fucking with them will stop them from backstabbing us?" Darcy replied.

“We're not fucking with them," Mel corrected.

“Nice," Ray said. His wife smirked back.

“They'd know the ins and outs of that place, Darcy," Mel said, “And who knows how many gangsters will just be there waiting to shoot us. We might as well be walking into a trap."

“Then we keep them talking," Darcy said.

“Exactly," Ray agreed.

“No, that's—you know what I meant!"

“Darcy, do you remember what we talked about the day we met?" Mel said.

“Yes? I'm old, not fucking senile."

The lynx's eyelids lowered. “Then you remember what you told me right after we had sex. You practically poured your heart out about that first girl you fell in love with a million years ago."

Darcy missed a beat or two. “That's different. I have nothing to hide, these furs do."

“You'd be surprised," Mel said.

“People's defenses are lowered right after you've blown their mind," Radon added.

The weary human shook his head again. “I'm not going to convince you, am I?"

“My heat really isn't helping things," she admitted.

---

“Do you really think they're gonna go for it?" Yussef said. The well-dressed canine paced the bedroom floor, his arms crossed behind his back. He looked at Nickola, the hare.

“Did you hear how the norm was talkin' when made our offer?" Nickola said, his accent thick. “Guy didn't know shit."

“So?" Yussef said.

“So, what if they don't listen to 'em? What if they just want their fuckin' bounty?"

Gida stood up from the bed. “I don't like it. None of it."

“What would you have us do?" Nickola asked.

“I am glad you recognize my authority, but I'll probably end up doing something stupid anyway."

“Eh. Stupid works for you," Nickola said.

“Fuck off. But yes it does. They look at me and see a dumb fox. They underestimate me."

“Didn't that norm outside fuck you right up on that Antimatter grab?" Yussef said.

“Not my fault you two were too busy fucking around! You're supposed to be the muscle around here, not me," Gida said.

Nickola was about to give her a piece of his mind, but Gida continued. “But let's forget about it already. The revolution isn't dead yet."

“Viva la," Yussef muttered.

“Fine. What's your plan?" Nickola said.

“There's another canine aboard this ship," Gida said. “He didn't want to stun me, so I'm thinking he might be vulnerable. I just got to get alone with him."

“Wait are you…? Crazy bitch," Nickola said laughing.

Yussef chuckled too. “We're utterly fucked."

Part 2: Interrogation

“Alright, everyone to the back of the room!" Darcy shouted to the door.

“What, not takin' us up on our offer, norm?" Nickola said.

“Back of the damn room," Darcy said. “And don't get any ideas. We can see you in there."

“No ideas here," Nickola agreed. He glanced at Gida.

Mel's Eye linked up to a camera, displaying their three captives moving to the back. With Darcy's nod, she unlocked the door. Darcy kept his gun raised, a hand on the door handle. Ray's paw twitched over his holster, standing beside him.

With the door opened, all three captives saw all three captors for the first time. They exchanged looks, ranging from smugness in Nickola, a glare from Gida, to Darcy's placid face.

“You tell them, Mel," Darcy said.

“We're going to take you all aside for some questions, one at a time. Nickola, you're with me," Mel said.

Gida gave Nickola an intense look. Nick played it off for their audience. “Relax," he said, “she wouldn't try to kill me, right?"

Mel gave a toothy grin. “Follow me, lagomorph," she said.

Nickola walked past Darcy. Darcy pulled his blaster back, comfortably out of Nick's reach. A repair drone whirred to life beside Mel. It had two large, fully manipulating arms, making it look a bit like a flying metal crab. She instructed the drone to recognize the mafia members as valid objects to “weld." All she had to do was give the signal.

“Your muscle's not comin' with us?" Nickola said.

“Darcy's not muscle. Good with a gun, decent fuck, not muscle," Mel said.

“The norm?"

Nick took a second to look back at Mel. Mel's crab floated above her. She growled, and the drone sent sparks flying toward his neck. The hare, wide eyed, hurried forward for a couple of steps. “The norm," Mel confirmed.

“Why you fuckin' one of them?" Nick said.

“Why do you care?" Mel replied.

“Don't," he said.

The two walked through the rest of the hallway, coming toward a small theater area.

“Why we goin' in here?" Nick asked.

“Soundproofing," Mel said.

“What's there to yell about?"

“How hot would you say your drone can get?" Mel hinted.

“Have it your way, lynx." Nickola sat down in an oversized recliner. “What d'you wanna know?"

“Tell me about your love-life," Mel said.

“You're kiddin'," Nick said.

“Are you and the vixen a thing? Fell in love and convinced her to run away with you? Or maybe she convinced you?"

The hare's gaze narrowed. He shook his head.

“Ahh, the second one, then," Mel decided.

“Me and Gida aren't a thing, cat."

“What about you and the canine?" Mel asked.

Mel thought she hit a chord. Nickola let his head fall back in the upholstery. He played with his hands. “We're not serious."

“What does that mean?"

“What?" Nick returned, “Are you and the norm serious?"

The response was instinctive, but Mel hesitated. “No."

He shrugged. “It's like that then. Not serious."

“Are you the bottom, or is he? I take you as a sub in bed."

“What are you doing, Mel?"

“Aww, come on. You know what they say about cats and curiosity."

“That it gets them killed?" Nick responded.

Mel jumped her front paws on Nickola's thighs, digging her claws into his fur. The drone hovered close. “Try again," Mel said.

The lynx was close enough that Nick smell the fluid clinging between her hind legs.

“You're in heat, aren't you?" Nick said.

“Oh, good," Mel chided, “That's a much better answer."

“I don't mean to be presumptuous, lynx, but it's not going to work."

“No?" she asked. Her claws weren't digging in anymore, but she was still close, face to face.

“Yesterday yous wanted to kill us."

“Hey, we kept our weapons on 'stun,'" Mel said.

He blew air at her face. For an herbivore species, Nickola had a sturdy composure, with an equally hard look on his face.

“You wanted us to help you? You have to convince me you're worth helping, first," Mel said.

Nick smirked. “How am I supposed to do that?" He put his paws on Mel's, leaned in.

Mel licked his nose.

Part 3: Seduction

Darcy guarded the remaining mafia members in the bedroom. Yussef practically mirrored Darcy's stare. Gida looked like every second spent with her back to the wall, looking at the norm, was a second closer to killing herself.

“I don't like you either," Darcy told her.

“Whatever. I gotta use the restroom," Gida said.

“Then wait. Mel will be back."

“I've been waiting all morning. We've been packed in this room like animals," she complained.

Darcy would have asked her if the “like" was really warranted, but he chose to keep scowling.

“Come on, have some decency. Let your friend take me. Cuff me if you have to," Gida said.

The norm rolled his eyes like a teenager two hundred years younger than him. “Ray, what do you think?"

“She's planning something, but I think I can handle it."

“Your funeral," Darcy said. He handed Ray a pair of cuffs. Ray nodded for Gida to come up to the restraints.

“Behind her back," Darcy corrected.

“Fuck, you're right," Ray said. The cuffs wrapped like vines around her wrists.

“You sure you got this? I can just lock the last guy in here and follow you over."

“Come on, give me one modicum of trust. I let you fuck my wife."

“How is that even relevant?" Darcy begged.

“Just trust me. I'll keep my Eye on standby."

“Fine. Good luck."

Radon blepped his tongue at him. “Let's go, fox."

“Name's Gida."

The two canids left Darcy guarding the door, but their conversation continued. “Gida. So, do your friends call you Gi or just Da?"

“Gods help him," Darcy muttered.

---

Ray had directed them through the master bedroom, easily the coziest room on the ship. He avoided making eye contact with the bed, which still smelled like the sex from Darcy creaming inside Mel—or his own mess from watching. The bathroom door stood open in front of them.

“I'm not uncuffing you," Ray said.

“I don't know how I'm supposed to do this, then," Gida said.

“Just push your pants down?"

“Do you see these things? They're way too tight for that."

“I do see that, but," Radon said.

“Come on, it sounds like you have an open relationship, anyway. No need to make this weird," Gida said.

“That's for Mel's sake. I don't want her heat driving her crazy."

“Yeah, well, I can't go until you help me here," she said.

Ray faked a grumble. “Fine."

He knelt down in front of her. Attempting and failing to look at nothing, Ray undid a latch, releasing some tension. He squeezed his thumbs under the elastic, and got pants over her hips.

“Thanks," Gida said, looking down at him.

“Hmph," he agreed.

“Would you mind getting my panties too?" she said.

“Yes, that's something I would mind," he said.

“Please? I'll let you look. All evidence points to that you're a guy who likes to look."

“Nahhh," he dismissed with a laugh.

“Yet here you are, looking at me like you're wondering what's underneath."

“I already see what's underneath. You should invest in some thicker fabric."

“Dumbass," Gida said.

“Just saying!"

“You really want to let Mel have all the fun? Come on, just one little look?"

Ray felt like he might fall backwards. The vixen kept inching closer. His snout was verging on bumping her crotch, and her lacy panties barely holding it in.

“Even though us anthros can't go into heat, sometimes it feels like it, you know?"

The canine grabbed the vixen's waist, holding her back. “I really shouldn't," he said.

She pressed closer. “Come on Ray, one look couldn't hurt."

“I guess you do smell..." Ray trailed off. His nose pressed into warm panties, smelling her underneath. It had been so long since he had sniffed someone besides Mel. Cats smelled nothing like canines. Gida smelled a bit like she needed a shower, but also natural, even a bit sweet.

“Pull them down, big guy," she said.

Ray's paws couldn't resist. The fabric clung to her flesh, damp from her heavy arousal.

“How do I look?" she teased.

“Damn foxes," Ray whispered. He buried his snout in her crotch fur. He opened his maw and got one slippery lick over her soft sex. His broad tongue flattened her mound, pushed her juicy lips apart.

Gida shivered. His nose pressed against her short, white pubic fur, cool on her skin. The warmth of his tongue still wiggled between her, running along her slit.

Gida's face turned from surprise to a knowing smile. She tried to widen her legs, but her pulled-down pants stopped her. “That's a good dog," she said. “Make Mel jealous."

Ray spread her thick flesh apart with his thumb, licking even deeper inside. It made Gida tense, more juices leaking out. He licked the taste around in his mouth. “Jealous?" he said, “If anything, I'm going to get both of you over to the bed, mess around with her too."

“I admire your confidence," Gida said.

“Experience," Ray corrected.

His tongue went back to her.

“Fuck," Gida moaned, “you were planning something too, weren't you?"

“Hmm, maybe I can't wait for Mel," Ray said. “How about you get on your knees, miss?"

Part 4: Left Out

Darcy waited for Mel to get back with Nickola. He waited for Ray to get back with the relieved fox. He also waited for Yussef to say something, still sitting on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Darcy couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not.

The norm winked his Eye on and called Ray. “You good in there?" Darcy said.

“What?" Ray's exhausted voice said.

“I said 'are you good?!'"

On the other end, Darcy heard him pant furiously. “Yeah, I'm all good. Not being held hostage."

“What's happening, then?" Darcy asked.

“Jumping jacks?" Ray tried.

“Why the hell are you—"

“Spontaneous push-ups?"

“Turn on your damn camera, Ray."

Ray sighed, more pleasured than annoyed, and turned on his Eye view.

Darcy saw, front and center, Gida's tail. The bushy red and white fur swayed away, then into Ray's face, repeatedly. When Ray looked down, Darcy could see him hold Gida's ass with her arms still bound in cuffs, sliding his slick red dick into her. He held his knot against her, grinding on her vaginal lips. Gida moaned and pushed back against it.

“Who're you talking to?" Gida said, words slurring.

“Darcy," Ray answered.

“Tell him he's next."

“You're an idiot," Darcy told Ray.

“I might be a few… minutes? An hour?" Ray said.

Darcy ended the call. He stood up off the wall.

“You don't know something about this, do you?" Darcy asked Yussef.

“Know what?" he said.

“Fuck it."

The norm closed the door and locked it. He went down the hall, towards the theater room. He hoped Mel hadn't succeeded with her goal.

---

Mel took her maw off of Nickola and growled. “Stop pulling so hard."

The lynx sat on top of him. Her juices and his slobber leaked onto the reclined seat. Nick's snout pressed into the feline like he wanted to spread her small vulva on his snout. His tongue dug in deeper, licking of all the fluid she made and replacing it with his. He finally loosened his grip on her tail, but the other paw on her butt stayed. It kept her down on his muzzle. She pushed down on him anyway, burying Nickola's head under her heat-ridden pussy.

Mel kept her claws digging into Nickola's legs. She strained to reach Nickola's sheath, licking his tense sack. Nickola moaned under her as she welcomed his penis into her muzzle. The feline's maw surrounded him, saliva coating more than half his length. With the part she couldn't fit, the saliva drooled down, wetting him as much as she was.

“Ferals give the best oral," Nick chuckled. “So much room in that snout."

“Don't make me bite you," Mel snapped.

She powered through the taste of his pre, wishing she was sucking on Ray or Darcy instead. Still she purred and moaned. The hare endlessly pampered her warm, silky petals, delving his tongue in like it would somehow sate her difficult heat.

The lynx tried to lift her crotch from around his head, but Nickola pushed her ass down, still licking and sucking away on her feral cunt. She pulled off of his dick. “Aren't you just enthusiastic?" she huffed.

The hare raised his arms and opened his paws, as if to tell her not to kick him in the face. His face was flushed, recovering from being buried under the lynx's warmth. “Forgive me," he said, no regret in his voice.

“Eh, well, I suppose all is fair in love and war," Mel said.

“Which one are we?"

Mel jerked up on the reclined seat, out of his grasp. She stepped on his face with one fluffy back paw and ended up facing him, belly-to-belly. Showing a few of his teeth, Nickola met her smug eyes. He scratched the back of her head, thumb squeezing her neck.

“War, then," Nick said.

“War does make for better sex," Mel said.

His dick was prodding at Mel's hind fur: a damp mess. Her claws went into his furred chest far enough to feel it prick his skin. Grimacing, Nickola let go of her neck.

“That's better," she said.

“You're a jackass," Nickola said.

“You should relax."

He scoffed.

“Just an idea," Mel said.

Mel took a few careful attempts at closing the distance between her puss and the tapered dick of the hare. Eventually, her hind legs got her above his tip. The tip bent away from her, not quite catching on the path into the sensitive, pulsing flesh.

Nickola felt her heat. He felt his dick pulse, demanding to be sunk through whatever warm lips tempted him.

“Fucking bitch," Nick said under his breath. He held his dick steady. He angled it back toward the slippery cunt.

Mel's eyes curved in a catty smile. She wiggled her hips, flagged her shot tail, and finally his penis caught on her narrow opening. With two slow, rocking thrusts, the lynx stretched herself around the anthro. His dick was hot and smooth, filling some of the emptiness she felt in herself from a long and torturous heat. Nick's paws naturally found their way to her flanks, making sure the lynx kept filling her tight, feral body with him.

Her paws went to his shoulders. All parts of the feline hugged him. He left no distance between them, slopping his rod in deep enough, with enough moisture, to hear her vagina spread tighter. All he had to do was help the lynx bounce. Eventually, he let himself close his eyes. He exhaled, exhausted. His vocal cords joined, actively moaning for the cat, muttering his every vulgar thought.

Mel pawed at his chest, leaning into him. She went along for the ride. She looked at him with his panting and moaning, then bit his neck. He craned his head away, stopped his arms. Mel stopped moving too, sinking as far down as her tunnel would let her. It sent a wave of her juice gushing onto his sack.

“What, first time with a cat?" Mel said.

Nickola ignored her. He rubbed her back fur, brought her in tight. Nickola thrusted his hips into her snatch. He reached his limits before Mel did, burying all of his meat into the smug feline. Mel grunted. His sheath pressed to her stretched pussy. His cock tried and failed to flex inside, no room to spare. He pulled halfway out, her walls rippled around him. The hare sank in again, wrapping his arms around her body.

“Mmm," Mel purred, “I want you to cum in me. Think you can do that for me?"

“Fuuck," he breathed.

The hare kept Mel still. He rocked up into her. Her eager flesh sent pulses of pre into her womb. He used most of his strength, trying to dig in deeper, but every time his hips could only slap her small ass. Mel's claws dug in harder as he grew more desperate, as she did too. His breathing was ragged, and he cursed repeatedly. Finally Nick yelled, and Mel felt the faint rush of warmth pool inside of her. His cum spattered into and soothed the feral cat's tight, abused cunt, leaking out everywhere over them.

“No, don't stop, I'm close," Mel murred.

Once Nick let go of her out of exhaustion, Mel slapped further down on his lap, his cum squishing around. Mel kept moving. His cum turned into a creamy mess that dripped and drooled from the lynx's pussy. Strings of it clung to both their fur.

“Wait," Nickola begged. He moaned out again, his dick milked of every spurt. Mel kept squelching down, waiting for the inevitable time where Nick either forced her to stop, or his penis crawled back into his sheath. For now, she would use him too.

---

Darcy got a few feet from the door when he heard it: a masculine moan he didn't recognize coming through the wall. Nickola's. He stopped for a few seconds, confirming what he heard, and then walked away.

He ended up back in front of the bedroom. The norm checked the camera, and the only mafia member not fucking his friends was still resting on top of the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Stay where you are," Darcy told him, walking in.

“Eh," he said.

Darcy ended up at the foot of the bed. He lowered his blaster. “What did you say your name was again?" he said.

The canine grunted, sitting up. “Yussef."

“Not worried where your crew is?" Darcy asked.

“Not especially."

“Well I'll tell you. Gida's on Ray's dick. Mel's fucking Nickola."

“Huh, guess Nick decided to participate. Good for him."

“What do you mean?"

Yussef sat back, paws holding his head. His lips curled in a small smile.

“It seems you all had similar plans to my companions," Darcy said.

“I see," Yussef said. “So you're not a fan."

“Nope."

“I've been thinking about it. Maybe it's all stupid, but hey, they used to do the same thing in the medieval times. You know, kings and queens? They'd marry princesses off to princes a kingdom over without blinking an eye, all just for diplomacy's sake."

“Thanks for the history lesson," Darcy said.

“Fuck, you're right, old-timer, you must have been there for that."

“Fuck off."

“My point is," the shorthaired canine said, “we've come a long way. Now we don't even need wedding cake, just a couple chicks willing to put their pussies on the line."

“Never been married," Darcy mused.

“Yesterday, we were shootin' at each other, now we might actually get something done," Yussef said.

“You mean your fight with Harrison?" Darcy said.

“The whole co-op system's broken, but you gotta start somewhere. Might as well be with Harry.

“You really think we can take him?" Darcy asked.

“Nickola's father is many things. Murderous and unyielding most of times, but I think there could be reason the bounty specifies bringing us in alive. That's his weakness."

“He wants to kill you all himself," Darcy speculated.

Yussef shook his head. “You don't know Harry."

“And you do? I thought he didn't like furs."

“He don't like 'em," Yussef confirmed. “But that was before I confurted. You think the only reason we swapped skin for fur was personal preference?"

“I don't pretend to get it," Darcy said.

“It's not crazy. We had to avoid getting ID'd on every fuckin' station. New bodies, new identities."

“And here I thought it was a sex thing," Darcy said.

“...Also sex thing," Yussef admitted, stars in his eyes. “You should hear the sounds he starts makin' with a knot in his ass."

Darcy turned his head to actually look at him. “Oh," he said.

“We're not serious," Yussef said.

Darcy nodded once. He leaned back against some big wooden dresser. “You like him, don't you?"

“The fuck you think?" Yussef said.

“I think you should go for him," Darcy said.

“I'm not asking for your advice."

“Too bad, you're getting it. Unless you got somewhere you want to be right now."

“No need to rub it in."

Darcy inhaled and prepared his thoughts. “Long time ago, people called me an idiot for not asking out this girl I liked. She was the first one I ever really fell for. Eventually I did, but long story short, she moved off-planet. Never saw her again."

“So your point is to not wait in case he leaves? Where's he going to go?" Yussef said, gesturing at the ship around them, deep in interstellar space.

“If we do this thing with Harrison, it might not be clean. You might have to accept we don't all leave together."

Yussef let air come out his lips. “Fuck norm, you make a point. Don't like it."

Part 5: Who Is Your Daddy?

Harrison Ike could watch the stars drift for hours. Some grew prominent and proud, others dimmed into the background. Tangled, sparkling sheets of clouds twisted around, drifting out of view, right or left. The bigger nebulas and galaxies stayed perfectly still, like they were part of a cosmic background.

Some stars were stretched in shape, red-shifted, forming a ring of distortion in the center of his view. It was the telltale sign of an FTL drive crashing through the tenuous fabric of spacetime. Harrison hardly noticed the ripple a day ago. Now it was a wave, crashing over bloodied stars the Gregorian left in its wake.

A notification pulled him from the glass.

“I heard you found him. Don't you dare let that thing—"

Harrison swiped the message away. The stars didn't hold his attention for much longer.

He tapped his comms. “How much time you reading?"

“10 minutes to intercept, boss," they said.

“And until we're in range?"

“Half that."

“Good," he said, tapping comms off.

The mob boss toggled another display, swiping between his old son, in old skin, and the new one in fur. His freckled boy seemed more like a vague notion than part of his family. Still, the furred one lived on, the consciousness of one body transferred to another. Unnatural, he'd say.

“Hate to interrupt bossman," the navigator said on his comm, “but they hailin' us now."

“What you mean they're hailin' us?" Harry said.

“They got a human on board, say they capture' your son and the two others."

“He wants the bounty?"

“Should I put him through?" they asked.

“Do it."

Darcy appeared. The old man was wearing a dark leather jacket, metal ornaments to match. His face seemed worn, not quite as bloodied and scarred as he imagined all bounty hunters must be.

“You're Harrison," Darcy said, an eyebrow raised.

“Show me them," Harrison said.

“Right to business, then."

Darcy looked down and pressed something. The display shifted over to another camera. Gida, Nickola, and Yussef sat stuck in the bedroom again, waiting and beyond tense.

“They're in good health, far as I can tell," Darcy said. “Only had to stun them."

“You managed to take them by yourself?"

“Me, myself, and twenty attack drones," Darcy lied.

“I see."

“So you want them or not?"

“Yeah. I want them."

“Then I'll take the bounty."

“After they're on board, you'll get your ICE."

“And how do I know that?" Darcy said.

“You're talkin to the Ike Cooperation, moron. We have a reputation to hold onto. You insult my name with your insinuations again, I'll shoot ya on my way in and be done with it," Harrison said.

“As long as you throw the money on top of my corpse."

Harrison sighed. “I'll board the Gregorian with a coupla' my guys. You just bring 'em over to the airlock."

“No can do," Darcy said, “I don't have a way to keep three rowdy fucking furs from making a break for it, you understand sir? You have to come to me."

“What happened to your drones?" Harrison said.

Darcy blinked. “No, my drones, I left those back on station. Didn't have a way to charge them on here. I figured the mafia could handle a few idealists in cuffs, no?"

“Don't be a wiseass with me; the galaxy has enough of those. Fine, we'll meet you at the door. Any funny business, and we'll still shoot you. Got it?"

Darcy hit another sequence of buttons. “I'm sending you FTL-sync plans. I'll be waiting for you."

The video feed cut.

“Benny," Harrison said.

“Yes bossman."

“How many bodies are you picking up on the thermals?"

“I'll check… Lookin' like 4. Camera data seems to match where we're seeing the heat. You still thinkin' funny business?"

“Can't be too careful," he said.

“I'll be watchin' you guys. Nothin'll get past."

“Don't get cocky on me."

“Uncocking, bossman."

“Good," Harrison grunted. “This has to go right. I almost got my son back."

Part 6: Tactical Nakedness

“Do we have to do this now?" Ray said.

“What, do you want to get picked up by their thermals?" Mel responded. The hot water hit Ray's back, spraying mist all over the shower.

“No, I meant the part where you're sniffing my junk," Ray said.

“I'm just curious what Gida smelled like."

“Don't worry, it's no contest," Ray said.

“That good huh?" Mel said, looking up. Her eyes were sprayed by the water; she winced.

“Nah. The sex is better when you like the girl you're sticking your dick in," Ray complained.

“You can say that again," Mel said. She went back to sniffing Ray's junk, watching his dick start to poke from his sheath.

“What, was Nickola no good?"

“He was fine. A little rough, but I was rough back."

“That's my girl."

Mel licked her lips. “I really shouldn't get you excited. Who knows when Darcy's going to call us out."

“Maybe after all this is over," Ray said.

“Then again, maybe I don't want to wait. Oral with you is a lot more comfortable, you know?"

“What?"

“I know every little vein and bump. I know how close I can get to your knot before the tip stops me."

“You aren't doing a good job of keeping me from getting excited," Ray said.

“And I know exactly how you like it~"

“Huuuh," Ray groaned. Mel lapped at his exposed, sensitive cocktip. “Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts."

Finally Ray blocked off his crotch from her. He crouched down beside her, leaning in to kiss her. Their faces met, eyes closed for the water as much as the pleasant touch.

“How fast do you think you can dry off enough to handle a gun?" Mel asked.

“Ten seconds maybe. You?"

“Maybe fifteen. You'll have to lay a towel down for me."

“Is that enough time?" Ray said.

Mel and Ray slipped sideways. The ship's gravity generation soon compensated for the movement.

“They're heeere," Mel sang.

---

“Yous feel that?" Nick said.

“Are you fuckin' stupid? Your dad's boarding," Yussef said.

“I fuckin' know."

“No quarrelling, love-birds," Gida said, “Remember to stay in character."

“The new plan is bullshit. He wasn't supposed to get us out in deep space," Yussef said.

“You're right," Gida said, “let's just run from the battle cruiser."

“Fuck," Yussef spit. He pulled on the restraints holding his arms.

“Yussef, I swear to you, if you don't act the part during this, I'm going to kill you myself," she said.

“Please. Acting upset to be seeing Harry isn't going to be hard."

“Good."

“The real question is if we really trust our new friends not to fuck things up," Nick said.

“Ray's a sweetheart, but he's sharp. You don't trust the one you…" Gida trailed.

The hare sighed. “She's a fighter," he said. His ears perked comically tall. “We need to shut up. They're gettin' here."

“Another thing," Gida said, looking at Nickola. “You're sure you're going to be able to do it? It's gotta be you."

“I told ya both, to hell with my father," Nick said. “I fuckin' meant it."

---

Darcy nodded down the barrels of six blasters, six norms aiming at him. “Good to meet you all," Darcy said.

Harrison came forward. “We'll be holding onto your gun while we get the three of 'em off this ship," he said.

Darcy surrendered his old blaster.

Harrison squinted at Darcy, all his wrinkles gathering on his forehead. “Take out your Eye-piece too," Harrison said.

“What, why?"

“Just do it."

The microtech sat on his cornea like a contact. Darcy motioned up toward his face. Harrison nodded. Finally complying, Darcy forced his eye to stay open as he took it out, his only way of secretly contacting Mel, removed.

“Alright, frisk him."

Darcy was roughly patted down.

“Now to business," Harrison said.

Darcy turned. “Follow me."

Harrison followed, along with his hired guns, ending up in front of the room with Nickola and the others.

“Open the door," Harrison said.

“Can't. You took my Eye."

Harrison clicked his tongue, thinking. He motioned to one of his men and said a few words. They powered up their blaster to full and shot the hinges of the door, liquifying the metal. Another man kicked the door, bending it the wrong way till the door slammed to the ground.

The mob boss looked at Darcy apologetically.

“Hey, it's your ship again," Darcy said.

The captives of the room were all standing. Yussef had ducked behind Nickola a few inches, despite being taller than him. “You always were one for makin' an entrance," Nickola said.

Harrison's mouth went agape, and for a second, no sound came out. A smile emerged. He raised his arms, palms up. “My son," he said.

Gida spoke up. “Don't act like you care about him."

Harrison continued softly. “Well yes, my stupid, thieving, traitorous son..."

Nick forced air out of his lips.

“You know what your mother wants me to do with you? She'd rather you be dead. But I look at my son and I still see family! If you were anyone but my own, I'd have killed you when you left. But under all that fur, synthesized meat, ya' still my son. Ya know what that does to a father?"

Somewhere in there, Yussef found his feet again. “Cry me a river," he said.

Nickola looked at his father, eyes cold, clamping his teeth together.

“I know why yous left," Harrison said. “I do! I didn't come here to kill ya. I tracked you down so I could try an' fix things."

“That's why you put a bounty on our heads?" Yussef said.

He shook his head. “Alright. Let's get yous on the ship. Grab 'em."

Darcy stopped listening minutes ago, his mind raced. He backed up in surprise as Nick was dragged past him. Gida followed, then Yussef, who gave him a look, sensing something was off.

---

“We've been waiting too long," Mel groaned. “I can't even check ship vitals without alerting them!"

“What could have stopped Darcy?" Ray said.

The question hung there, till the white noise of the shower water swept it away.

“I'm doing it," Mel said.

“What if they're not ready?!"

“What if they're leaving us?"

“If we're wrong," Ray paused, trying to read Mel's wet face. “Okay. Let's try."

---

“Bossman! We're picking up—" Benny cut out.

So did every single light. There was no difference between opening your eyes and closing them.

“Everybody stop!" Harrison's voice called out.

“We good?" a hired gun said through the dark, somewhere ahead of Harrison.

Harrison's eyes adjusted to the absolute darkness, the one piece of bioware he found useful. “No we're not good! Nothin' about this is good! Did any of you schmucks bring a flashlight?"

The word “No" rippled through the crowd. Nick couldn't help but giggle to himself.

“Fuckin' useless. Alright, keep a hand on each other. Don't let any of our guests go. I'll lead us out."

“Yes, honored guests. Be gentle!" Yussef chuckled. A norm kneed him in the dark, making him curse.

Nickola could hear them. He doubted the others could. Two wet sets of pawsteps walking around, dripping their way down a back hallway.

“Did you mean what you said back there," Nickola asked.

Harrison edged the group closer to the exit, step by tense, half-blind step. “What's goin' on here Nickola?"

“Dad, I…"

Nickola heard whispering.

“Go," Darcy said.

The room glowed red as the cuff warned of an automatic override. They sloughed off like a loose rope, uncoiling from their paws. As quick as the lights came, they went, plunging them back to the dark.

“Grab 'em!" Harrison said.

Nickola screamed. He wrapped his arms around the man holding him and drove his knees into his chest. Gida squirmed out of another's grasp, plowing into them, and sending them both to the ground. Yussef kicked off the ground and flattened another man under his weight. Eventually, Nickola joined his compatriots on the floor, and blaster charges started ringing.

The sound of the gunshots was nothing compared to the light, at least until pained screams joined the chorus. The bodyguards, Harrison, they all fell to the ground, moaning or temporarily stunned with exotic electric pulses.

Nickola looked around, still flat to the floor. The stench of blaster-fire made him cough. He heard Gida shriek. A guard wrestled with her among the pile of bodies, holding her down. He stretched his arms far, grabbed for a gun that he could see in the light of blaster-fire. He couldn't find the trigger.

“Fuck! Hold fire!" he screeched. “Yussef!"

Somewhere in the mess of bullets and screams the lights were coming on. Yussef still laid into a guard, his fists bloodied.

Nickola dared up to his feet, throwing himself at the man attacking Gida.

“Hold him down!" Ray yelled.

With all his strength, Nick tried. The man lifted himself against the lightweight hare, digging his hands into Nick's face.

Another shot blinded Nick, lightning in his ears. When he opened his eyes, the man was still. Nickola threw off the arms still clenched around him. His breathing was ragged. He waited for his ears to stop ringing. Ray put his damp paw out, pulled Nickola off of the stunned body.

Darcy set a final charge into the chest of a man still squirming on the floor. Mel got herself out from behind cover, putting a blaster with a thermal scope away.

“Lock the doors," Nickola grunted.

“Already done," Mel said.

Yussef looked over everyone, rubbing his knuckles. “We're all good."

“For now," Nick said. “Pull Harrison outta the pile."

Darcy and Ray got Harrison up and heaved him against a wall. “You getting dressed any time soon?" Darcy wheezed.

“You can't show mercy here, Nick," Gida said. “He was probably lying to you anyway."

“Shut up," Nick commanded. “Lemme think."

“I give us about a minute before they start knocking on that airlock," Darcy said.

“I said shut the fuck up!"

Nickola scratched his head aggressively, then flattened his ears back like a mullet. He held his head and paced for a few long seconds. Everyone watched him.

“I know what we'll do," he said.

Part 7: The Revolution

Harrison woke up with a pain in his chest. The pain seemed to hold onto his skin, pulsing and tightening its grip, making it hard to get a good, long breath in, one that didn't make him feel lightheaded. The electricity still seemed to leak out of him. The mob boss tried to move his arms, but he could only lift his fingers.

His son was talking.

“No. Those are your options, Benny. Don't make a mistake. We'll give yous five minutes."

Nickola tapped his ear, turning off the small comm. Harrison realized that his was gone.

“How much of that was a bluff?" Yussef asked.

Nick didn't answer. He looked over at his father.

“Oh," Nick said. “You're awake."

“Don't sound so disappointed," Harrison laughed. The final laugh turned into a sad sigh. “Tell me you won't stun me like that again. I can't take those like I used to."

Nickola shook his head.

“How many would we have to fight if they wrote off Harrison?" Darcy said.

“Too many," Gida said.

“They can't go that route," Nick said. “My mother would kill everyone on the ship, probably their families as well."

Yussef scoffed. “Talk of irony."

“They'll pay us off. They'll power down. We'll get out of this," Nick said.

“Ahh, so that was it," Harrison said. “Give us the money, or we'll kill your boss. _Your _father."

“Don't sound so surprised," Nick said. “You really thought I would just come back? That we could be a big happy family again? How blind are you?"

“What about yourself? I know you, Nicky. You can't kill me."

“I can."

“How will this even play out, in your fantasy land?" Harrison continued. “They fork over the cash, power everything down, then what? We'll bolt after you. Even if the Gregorian is a smidge faster, I'll find you again. I know what you and your fuckbuddies look like. Gida's revolution is dead in its tracks, and you can't kill me."

Nickola raised his gun. The hare's nostrils flared, aiming down the sights at Harrison's forehead.

“Any opposed to knocking him out again?" Nick said.

“Figured," Harrison said, exhaling. The pounding in his chest subsided.

“Go for it," Yussef said.

“No, don't," Mel interrupted. “They'll want to see him awake for the trade."

“Lucky you, dad."

“Lucky me."

“Nick, can I talk to you outside?" Gida said.

Nickola stared at Harrison, eyes narrowed in. “Sure," Nick said.

Everyone walked out, leaving Harrison where he was. Nick and Gida walked the other way.

“So, what'll we do after this?" Ray asked Mel and Darcy.

“How much ICE are we talking about here?" Mel said.

“Five million. Then we split that six ways," Ray said.

“A nice FTL-capable ship is like 500 K," Mel said. “What do you think Ray?" Mel said.

“It'd be nice not being tied down again," Ray said.

Darcy nodded. He wetted his lips, trying to think of how to ask what he wanted to.

“What about you, Darcy?" Mel said.

“I… guess I hadn't thought that far ahead."

“With that much money, I guess you won't need to," Ray said.

“What?"

“Think. You won't need to—."

“Oh." He snorted. A small smile came to his face.

“I thought you'd cuss Ray out, or at least sigh at that," Mel said.

“What can I say," Darcy said, “you guys are growing on me."

---

Gida looked down the hallway for anyone listening, then she closed the door.

“You still don't trust them?" Nickola said.

“No," Gida said, “because I'm worried. What if Harrison's right?"

“You're worried we won't be able to get away again? We'll just change bodies again. Think about it. I think it might be fun changin' species. Maybe, uh—."

“Don't you get it?" Gida spit. “Your father didn't want to kill you till now. He still thought you'd come back to them! We can't run from these guys anymore! They're just gonna fucking kill us!"

Nick put his paw on her shoulder. “Gida, Gida," he calmed.

She slapped his paw away. “I'm not being stupid! Think of how many people we could help if Harrison was out of the picture! Their co-op would fracture. Local resistance could fight back. We might even have a chance against the big guys. This system has left so many so weak for so fucking long!"

“You don't need to give me your spiel. I believe things need to change, but I can't kill him. We can't kill him! That'd just aggravate 'em. We need people to see there's a better way."

The fox shook her head. “Or we just end up dead in deep space somewhere."

“It won't come to that," Nick said, “You gotta trust me."

---

“What happened to the guys in my detail anyway?" Harrison said.

Yussef rolled Harrison in his chair over to the airlock. The other side didn't meet space, but the connection to the Ike's Warship.

“You'd be surprised how many norms you can throw in an escape vessel," Yussef said.

Harrison sighed. “It's a shame you turned your back on the Family. You won't get the luxury of an atmosphere when we throw you out the airlock."

“Oh, you are such a fucking—"

“Shut up, both of you. I'm opening the door," Mel said.

The crew powered on their blasters, creating a chorus of resistors heating up air into plasma.

“Get outta the way," Gida said to Nick. “You couldn't pull the trigger if Harrison's crew tried some shit."

Nickola glowered. “Careful with that thing."

The hefty airlock opened in sweeping layer after slow, ridiculous layer. A minute passed.

“Who the fuck installed this thing?" Yussef complained.

Harrison smirked. “Your generation really does know nothing about style."

Exasperated sighs went through all six of them.

The last layer sweeped open—out from the center. Men and women in armor appeared on the other side. The usual showdown commenced. Barrels pointed down barrels. The only reason there weren't more guns pointed down toward the Gregorian was the limited height and width of the hallway.

“Give us Harrison," Benny said. The norm was visibly sweating under the white light.

“Give us the money," Mel said. The lynx had propped herself up on Ray, staring down her sights. Gida pressed her blaster against Harrison's skull.

Benny frowned, blinking. “Throw it at 'em. Er, slide it."

A norm in the back came forward. The heavy, suitcase-sized object slammed to the metal floor. She knelt down and pushed it hard. The case made it halfway.

“Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?" Benny said.

“Grab it, Gwen," Harrison said.

Gwen stumbled into no-man's-airlock. She grabbed the case and slid it the rest of the way.

The rest of the crew occupied, Ray picked up the case with a grunt then opened it. “I'm not an accountant, but this looks like five mil."

“We could have just done a wire transfer and been done with it," Gwen complained.

“And let you into our system? Fuck off," Mel said.

“Sassy cat," Gwen muttered.

“Bring him over already," Benny said.

“Do it," Nickola agreed.

Yussef carted Harrison forward. He brought him halfway before stopping.

“Keep Harrison in front of you. If we see you try to put him behind cover, we'll shoot him," Gida said.

“Nick, I can't lie to you," Harrison said, someone unbinding him. He rubbed his wrists. “I'm not going to enjoy telling your mother she was right."

Nick looked at his father bitterly. “Close the door, Mel," he said.

The outermost door began sliding inwards. As requested, Harrison stayed in front. As seconds passed, guns started lowering, till only a few near the center could keep line-of-sight to the other side.

Gida still pointed.

“Gida," Nick told her.

“No," Gida said. She fired three rapid shots.

A blaze of light passed through Harrison. He dropped out of view.

The door stayed open wide enough for shots to ring through for a final few seconds, but no one did. Muffled yells and rustling came through the far side of the airlock.

Nick breathed hard. “I'm goin' to fuckin' kill you," he said.

“I had to. For the good of the fucking many!" Gida cried.

“I am going to fucking kill you!" he screamed.

Gida snarled. She dropped her gun; she ran.

“The fuck do we do!?" Ray said.

“Wait," Darcy said.

Nick looked down his sights. Gida passed through them. He blinked. “Why, Gida?"

The gun fell to his side. He squeezed his eyes shut.

Yussef put his paws on Nick's shoulders. “She's going to go for the escape system. What do you want us to do?"

Nick shook his head. “She killed my dad, Yussef."

“I know."

“He hates—I hated him, but."

Nick wrapped his paws around Yussef, head on his chest, hugging him tight. “Give me a minute, will ya?"

Yussef nodded. Nick untangled. He drifted down a hallway, standing upright but not looking at anyone.

“Fuck me," Mel said. She winked off her Eye. They accelerated away from the warship, ripping free from their docking node. The warship, turned off cold, slowly powered up its engine.

“We'll have a few minute's lead over them, if they decide to follow," Mel said.

“Anyone need a drink?" Yussef said.

“What do we have?" Mel said.

Yussef paused. “Does it matter?"

Part 8: Purrs

Darcy sat back and sighed. The star's warmth started to fade, the air calm. When he inhaled, he smelled the smog, tasted the grit, the byproducts of a planet-wide extraction industry. But if he kept his breathing steady, he could ignore that for another few minutes.

As night approached, so did the precipitation. He shook a few drops of acid-rain off his jacket and went back inside the ship.

“I don't think I've ever heard real rain," Mel said, gazing out over the browned vegetation. “It's not like how it comes out of a shower."

“It's not," Darcy agreed.

“It's much dirtier, for one thing," Ray said.

“I meant the sound," Mel said. She paused. The rain spattered on the metal walls of the spacecraft, against the windows. “It's the most peaceful thing I can think of."

“I don't know," Darcy said, “Your purring can practically put me to sleep."

Mel rolled over to face him, making a face—one that Darcy was awfully familiar with.

“Not 'practically.' You know it fucking has!" Mel said.

Darcy rolled his eyes.

“No, Ray, back me up," she said.

“Do I really want to get involved in—?" Radon said.

“Yes, come on." she said.

Ray sighed. “Okay, let me think. Last time Darcy fucked my wife..."

“Our wife," Darcy said.

“Last time, I do seem to remember you blowing your load, putting your head on her belly, and falling asleep."

“I can't take a second to relax before you guys think I'm out for the night!"

“You were snoring," Mel said.

Darcy looked back at Ray. “I was?"

The canine nodded.

“Fuck," Darcy said. “Sorry."

Mel considered forgiving him. “I guess it is kind of cute. But you'll have to make it up to me next time."

“Deal," he said.

The door opened. While Mel and Darcy were busy fucking each other through their expressions, Ray looked over. “How'd it go?" he asked the new arrivals.

“Hard to say," Nick said. “But they're not at each other's throats as much as yesterday."

“They act like giving up one ounce of autonomy means they're all going to die. The fuck are they thinking? They're already choking to death!" Yussef said.

“That's just diplomacy," Mel said.

“It's inertia," Nick said. “They've been stuck doin' the same thing for so long, they don't know how to work together. But the more we get things moving, the more things are gonna change."

Yussef smiled, but it went away quickly. “It's never that simple," he said.

“It was easier when we could just shoot people," Nick said.

Yussef chuckled, soft and guttural. “You're a lover, not a fighter."

“Oh?" Nick said. He brought his forearms onto the canine's shoulders, standing on his tiptoes.

“You disagree?" Yussef asked.

“I'm thinkin' that it's oversimplified, see? Why can't I love and fight?"

They kissed for many seconds. “You make a point," Yussef said. “Did you want to show me what you mean?"

Nick smiled. “Bedroom, then?" he asked.

“I've been waiting all day."

“Aww," Mel said.

“Try to keep the noise down this time," Ray said.

“I don't tell you how to fuck, Ray," Nick said.

Radon frowned. The lightweight hare got carried off to bed.

“One day we're going to let them stay in here, just have one massive orgy," Mel said.

“That's way too much sausage for one lynx," Ray said.

“I'm kidding! Jeez."

Mel jumped up to Ray on the couch. The cushions sunk around her paws like on powdery snow. “Then again, might be fun to see how long I could go."

Ray smiled. “Nope. Boundaries. Two dickings per cat, maximum."

Her eyes went sly. “What about multiple rounds? Is that permitted?" Mel said. She tugged on his pants by the zipper.

“I don't know. I'll have to pass it by the court," he said. He looked at Darcy. “Is that permissible?"

“Yes, but you are required to switch off after each round," Darcy decided.

“Well of course, that is only natural," Ray said. His pants fell. Mel lapped at his sheath.

“Is going at the same time allowed?" Darcy asked. He started taking off his belt.

Mel turned her head. “Only if the other party is more than willing to cooperate."

“I see," Darcy said. “How is she feeling on this particular day?"

Her backside raised, Mel's short tail drifted up. “More than willing, Darcy."

He approached the beautiful creature, finding the best angle to sit as his hands rubbed both her flanks, moving in towards her backside. The darker tint of her asshole was exposed, but he went lower to find the other prize, hidden in the fluff.

From her maw, slick sounds echoed. Ray's penis bent around her tongue as more of it slid from his sheath. She purred around him, deep and rumbling, as Darcy spread her pussy apart, as two fingers then slipped inside. He wiggled them in further, past both knuckles, feeling the wetness that was seeping out. Her thighs clenched, muscles clamping around him.

“That's my kitty," Ray moaned. Mel had reached the limit, stuffing her jaws around the canine's cock till her throat got in the way. She choked herself around him, licking his sheath and balls for the last time. She pulled back up to what was comfortable, bobbing away.

Darcy threw his pants to the floor. He crouched behind Mel. He rubbed his dick against her labia till he couldn't wait another second. With a careful pause, he wedged himself inside of the devilishly small lynx. He managed to keep pressing, gently thrusting, till nothing but his balls remained outside the cat's tight, kneading cunt. She never stayed still, always quivering around him. He climbed onto her back like a feral, wrapping his arms around her lower belly, and started rutting into her.

“Holy fuck," Mel sighed. She strained under his weight, trying to find balance. She caught her breath, sliding off Ray's pale-red cock, holding it between her paws like a toy.

“Holy fuck is right," Darcy murmured. His hips slapped her furry ass, pressing his balls to her crotch. Her walls gripped around his cock, pussy lips stretching as he jostled her.

Ray put his paws around the base of his cock, holding his unswollen knot. “Just keep licking me," Ray said. “I'll handle the rest."

Mel did as she was told, her tongue sliding over his tip. His pre spread over her taste buds, a strong, but comfortable flavor that never tasted quite the same, but remained identifiably Ray's. It reminded her of what could follow, how his knot could stretch and bulge in the lynx's tunnel in ways that literally brought her to ecstasy.

Nickola and Yussef's lovemaking started to seep through the ship walls. But Ray couldn't hear them, with Mel pampering his cock, with Darcy grinding so eagerly into her. Darcy seemed to be set on pumping their lynx full.

Eventually Mel disobeyed him, sliding down around Ray. Ray lifted his paw away, stunned. He trembled as he was brought to the edge of an orgasm, balls tight. Mel stretched further, closer than ever to kissing his growing knot.

Ray grunted, holding back. “Shit," he breathed.

Mel pulled up and gasped. Darcy still railed her, breaking her concentration.

“Close," Ray muttered.

Mel made a small nod, nose pushing against his cock. She went back to licking, licking his fuzzy sack, licking his knot. The canine jacked off slowly, rocking his paw. She tilted her head, licking the underside of his bulb. Ray panted, not looking any more. She dared lower again. Her tongue pressed his balls apart, cleaned his sack. Ray fapped himself faster. He groaned. Mel pushed her nose under his balls, smelled his musk, and lapped at his taint. He pulsed moments before he came. His taint swelled and shrank repeatedly, cum shooting through his cock. He held his knot tight as he spasmed. Even as Mel's forehead and neck were spattered with strings of cum, she licked, till finally the pulsing stopped, and she lifted her head. She noticed the warmth of cum on her fur.

Darcy couldn't take it any longer. He'd never tell Ray that watching her slather her fur did something for him. Instead he held himself inside Mel's cunt, feeling it twitch around him, backing up an inch, and doing it again. His length was massaged, her pussy was pressed to his wet crotch.

“Mmm, just like that," Mel said.

Like a good mate, Darcy didn't stop for anything. Even when the slickness of her walls got to him. He grit his teeth and plowed through the over-pleasure. In seconds, he was cumming. The lynx rested on her front paws, purring, her butt raised all the way up. The human held her to his dick, cum gushing down as far as he could get it.

Mel swiped at the cum she could reach on her face, licking her paws. Darcy dropped off of Mel and rolled down, sitting on the couch properly. He sat just below the height of her butt, tail still raised. Her labia soon returned to a normal, feral width, the only evidence of the pounding being the dampness of her fur, the drips of white just beginning to seep out.

The lynx rolled onto her side, still catching her breath. She looked back. “Not sleeping back there yet, right Darcy?"

“Not yet," he sighed.

Mel and Ray both laughed. “Good," Mel said. “I'm not done with you yet."

“Oh. Neither am I," Darcy told her.

“Have we ever had buttsex?" Mel asked.

“Uhh."

“It's true what they say about cats and cleanliness," Ray said.

Darcy murmured an affirmative.

“We'll give you a second, Darcy," Mel said. “I seem to remember you saying something about taking turns anyway."

“Exactly," he muttered. He forced his eyes to stay open.

The lynx rolled onto her back. She kept her head propped on the back of the couch, feeling awfully like a human couch potato. She looked down at herself. Darcy's cum was starting to run down, globs of it sliding over her fur.

Mel spread her tired hind legs. “What do you think Ray? Want to hop on?"

Ray smirked, crouching in front of her. He pushed the tip of his cock through Darcy's cum, gliding through it.

Ray breathed, shaky. He held Mel up as he pressed against her, spreading her legs flat. Mel purred, nuzzling Ray's neck. “Gods that's slick," Ray moaned.

Darcy laughed weakly, watching the canine's cock pull strings of cum over her short, fluffy tail. His head fell to the side, watching them accelerate till his eyes started to drift close.

Somewhere in his dreams, Darcy heard Mel growl and purr, heard Ray cry out, heard his knot sink into Mel. He couldn't see her feline crotch swell. He couldn't see the extra cum start to fill her. He had no sense of time.

A moment later, Mel was saying something, definitely a complaint. He felt her tongue lick his flaccid cock. She took it carefully between her jaws, bathing him in her muzzle, till his cock started to harden in her mouth. Cum rained down from between her hind legs, much like how the rain started to pick up outside.

“I'll get a towel," Ray whispered.

It wasn't until Mel climbed on top of Darcy, anus glistening with the lube Ray had rubbed in there, that Darcy finally opened his eyes. Mel was staring right at him, inches from his face.

“Motherfucker," Mel said.

“Wait, did I…" Darcy said.

“You know what you did!" Mel said. She couldn't help herself; she smiled.

“Sorry," he said. “Thought I could fight it."

Mel sat down on his lap. “You're going to have to do most of the moving here," she said.

“Oh, will that make it up to you?"

“Not even close!"

The lynx dug her claws into his chest, scratching his bare skin. Her tail brushed his hard-on, till she backed up further and started to lower herself. He grabbed his penis, started rubbing it on her cum-soaked pussy, spreading the mess around.

“Not there, dummy," she teased.

“Right, right, butt stuff," he said. Darcy leaned up and kissed her. She licked him back.

“Go for it already," she said.

“Where'd Ray go?"

“Don't worry, he got his fun."

His hand went down her back till it got under her tail. He wriggled the tip of his finger in her ass, finding his target. Ever so carefully, he pressed himself on her anus, felt the warmth of her body and the wet of the lube. The head of his cock spread her tiny tailhole apart. Mel dug her claws in hard enough to draw blood. He gripped her right back, squeezing her hips down on him. Slowly, her insane warmth enveloped his cock. Her tail wagged. “Mmm," she purred deep.

He started letting her rise and fall, rise and fall. Her spine curved down to take his cock those few inches lower. Their faces met, bodies close, skin to infinite fur. The claws of a predator welcomed him in. Her vibrations ran straight through him.

“I love it when you purr like that," Darcy said.

“I love you," Mel said.

They kept moving, never quite in unison. It didn't have to be. His dick throbbed inside the sodomized feline. Cum trickled down her fur and mixed with the lube in her ass. Soon, he'd add to the mess, make sure they'd both be sore tomorrow. His eyes closed. Her purrs filled him, like the thunder echoing in the night.