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Kikao stepped through the halls of the spaceship, his padded paws muting the light thump of each footfall. He had just finished a full shift with Dust down in the engineering bay, and he was ready for some relaxation. A quick shower had removed the grime and grease from the ship's interior bays, and he wanted nothing more than to sit back in bed and throw on the latest holodoc for some background noise. Maybe Echo would have some freetime for a bit of cuddling. That had a tendency to lead to a different kind of stress relief, and now that the thought was in his head, he could use a bit of that too. The past month had been rather tumultuous, to say the least, and it had been quite a while since he'd had some good R&R.

But before he could get to that, there were still a handful of duties to attend to. As the ship's second-in-command, it was his responsibility to make sure things ran smoothly, and he needed to make sure the next shift was ready for change-over while the ship was on it's four hour autopilot sequence. His first stop was Navella, their tech and computer specialist.

The African wolf quickened his stride down the corridor. The sooner he spoke with the tech, the sooner he could get to his well-deserved rest. It wasn't long before he rounded the corner and came up to her room. He gave a polite knock on the metal door, waiting for an answer. It was two hours past her scheduled sleep period, so he may have to track her down elsewhere on the ship.

On the other side of the door, a sleek and slender cheetah lounged under the silken sheets of her bed, awake, but unwilling to remove herself from the warm confines of her blankets. Beside her lay the bulky form of her favorite partner, a painted dog by the name of Magellan, fast asleep and deaf to the world. She stared lovingly at his muscular form, built up from years of moving cargo as a dockhand at his previous job. She watched as his chest rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell. Navella had just given him quite the workout, and now he was out like a light. But her recollections were interrupted by the jarring sound of three raps against the door to her room.

She sat up in bed, holding the sheets to her chest, and answered without a second thought, “Come in!"

The door slid open with a hiss, and the cream-furred wolf, dressed in his black work jumpsuit (was that the only thing in his wardrobe?) strode quickly into the room. “Navella," he started. “Dust and I were working on the old weapons systems, or what's left of 'em. But we couldn't get access to their computer systems. Would you…" He paused for a second. “Oh…"

The wolf's eyes flickered, first to Navella, clad in nothing but the sheet clasped gently to her bosom, then to Magellan, still fast asleep on the far side of the bed. “What's he doing here?" he nodded towards the painted dog.

That was Kikao, the cheetah thought. Always straight to business.

The wolf was apparently indifferent to her state of undress, and continued, “He's supposed to be on shift with me and Dust, and we just ended fifteen minutes ago."

The small cheetah gave him a mischievous grin. “I might have stolen him away for a bit fun."

“Navella," the wolf growled. “He was on watch."

“What?" she said. “It's not like you really needed him. You know as well as I do this ship could fly itself for the whole journey if need be."

“It's not about that, Navella," the canine retorted. “What if a pirate jumped us? Or a bounty hunter? The ship's systems aren't smart enough to know what to do, and we'd be sitting ducks without any weapons."

“Relaaax." The slender feline mirrored her own words to the growling wolf, and leaned back in bed to rest her weight on the palm of her hand. The same hand which had been clasping at her sheets, which now fell teasingly down to her waist, revealing two pert and perfectly round breasts. She angled her chest in his direction, making sure he had a clear view. “Nothing's happened for a week now, and nobody's gonna bother us this far out from the star."

Kikao simply crossed his arms and huffed.

“Besides, I know you, and I know you don't like him. That's exactly why you put him up there. An easy means to keep him out of the way while you and Dust get to work. Really, I'm doing you a favor by keeping him busy." She stuck her tongue out at him as she pulled the sheets back up and laid down with a thump, pretending to go back to sleep. Magellan shifted at the disturbance, rolling onto his side, but didn't wake.

Kikao was getting a bit angry now, and not just because of the disobedience. Despite his compusre, his pants had grown a bit tighter from her teasing, and he was getting impatient. “Look," he said. “It's two hours past your scheduled sleep period. Just get up and make sure you're ready for the next shift, okay? I need you to take a look at the computers in the weapons bays. I'll send the details to your tablet."

“Mmm, what if I don't want to?" the cheetah said, snuggling deeper into her pillow.

“Please?" he tried. As the ship's XO, the captain counted on him to keep the crew in line, and he was afraid he was going to have to actually issue some discipline for once.

“What's in it for me?" Navella asked.

Kikao sighed, his resistance beginning to fade. He just wanted to go on break. “What do you want?"

Navella quickly sat back up, her feline instincts sensing that her prey was close to breaking. That mischievous smile returned once again as she considered how to answer. The dutiful ship's officer was suddenly concerned at what he had gotten himself into.

The spotted feline put a finger to her chin. “You know…" she trailed off, letting the suspense build. “I've seen the sexual tension between the two of you" She gestured back towards the sleeping dog at her side, his splotchy brown, black, and white fur poking through the twisted bedsheets. She must have really done a number on him, because he was still conked out, even through their conversation.

“It'd be soooo hot to watch two studs like you going at it." She blinked her eyes at him, pleading with her cute face.

Kikao lifted his hand to his forehead, and his brow furrowed. “Absolutely not," he nearly shouted. It was true there was some tension between the two, but it most certainly was not sexual. And it was unthinkably unprofessional, to trade sexual favors like that. His body, however, was putting up a convincing counter-argument, as the red tip of his shaft was already beginning to poke through his sheath, first from thoughts of Echo, and then from thoughts of Navella after he had walked in on her.

The predatory feline changed tact, moving in for the kill. “Please? I wouldn't want to have to report to the Captain before my shift, to let her know you barged into my room, unannounced, to catch me naked. I can't imagine what the consequences would be." She was still giving him that same pleading look, even as she threatened him.

It wasn't a real threat. Navella was well-known for being handsy with everyone on the ship, including the Captain herself. Kikao wasn't concerned with what she was implying, because he knew the game she was playing.

What it actually was, was an excuse to say yes. She could tell she had him well and truly ensnared in her claws now. All the uptight and hard-working officer needed was a little nudge. An alibi to alleviate himself of responsibility, to say it wasn't his choice. To say his hand was forced, and preserve his honor. And she had just offered that to him.

The wolf sighed once again, struggling with his battling thoughts. He just wanted to get back to his room, and instead, he was being unscrupulously blackmailed. Navella could be a pain to deal with at times. And sometimes, to the easiest way to deal with her, was to go along with what she wanted.

“Alright," he finally relented. He couldn't believe he was actually considering this. “How exactly do want to do this? After your shift?"

“Noooo," she smiled wickedly. “I was thinking, right now." She waved him forward. With a moment of hesitation, he stepped deeper into that cat's lair, and then around to the other side of the bed with Magellan. The painted dog still remained fast asleep, unperturbed from his deep slumber.

He was about to shake him awake, to see what he made of all this. Maybe the crewman would help talk some reason into his partner, and get him out of this yakl-free. But somehow, he doubted that. The lovable idiot had grown rather close to Navella, and if she was forcing the situation like this, she must have every confidence he was already on board with the plan (even if he didn't know it yet).

But as his hand reached down, the cheetah stopped him. “Disrobe," she commanded, clearly getting some pleasure out of ordering her boss around. Kikao grumbled, but didn't protest, and stripped out of his fatigues to reveal a creamy white underbelly of fur, covering a well-toned, if smaller in stature, body. As he pulled his underwear down his ankles, Navella was treated to the sight of his tip poking from his sheath, situated above a plump pair of fuzzy orbs. She licked her lips.

The feline gestured him closer to the edge of the bed, until his bare crotch was mere centimeters away from Magellan's face. Spooning the larger dog, she reached over him to cup Kikao's balls, giving a slight squeeze. “Mm, such a delightful package," she said, licking her lips again. “I'm sure Magellan will love it." She gave him a wink as her hand retreated to caress Magellan's face instead.

“Wake up, sleepy head," she cooed into his large, round ear. She moved to kiss him on the cheek. “I brought you breakfast in bed."

Magellan only groaned in response, clearly unwilling to to be awakened. She reached out for Kikao's balls again, gripping them just tightly enough to guide him up to the painted dog's muzzle. She pressed his sheath right up against his nose, making sure his scent would flood his nostrils.

The effect was subtle, but immediately apparent. Magellan began to stir ever so slightly, even as the pheromones wafted into his nose, flooding his subconscious mind with lust. His lips smacked of their own accord, as if preparing for the tasty treat teasing their entrance. Navella pressed his head forward, burying his snout in the crook between Kikao's sheath and balls, where his freshly showered, scented fur mixed with his natural masculine musk. The wolf groaned at the pleasurable pressure. Magellan, still mostly asleep, was stirred into licking at his balls, his subconsious mind guiding him through the act as though this is exactly what he was dreaming.

Kikao glanced up at Navella with a look of trepidation, concerned that they hadn't woken him up for this. But she simply purred up at him, one hand encouragingly scritching at Magellan's head, while the other snaked down between her legs, rubbing at her clit. Magellan's licking increased of it's own accord, and the wolf moaned up at the ceiling, his worries forgotten to his own rising lust.

What had before just been a barely visible tip, was now growing into a full blown red rocket, emerging from Kikao's sheath to rest tenderly atop Magellan's muzzle. Navella slowly guided the painted dog's head to lick at the sheath instead, helping the throbbing organ to grow to it's full size. Kikao was losing himself in the sensation of his crewmates long, large tongue. The warm, wet organ slipped free from his mouth to lap gently at his balls and sheath, slickening them with a warm coat of saliva. Each time Magellan exhaled, the gentle touch of his warm breath washed over his loins, keeping at bay the comparatively cold air of the room.

All thought of resistance was gone from Kikao's mind now. Whatever doubts he had harboured were now cast aside, as he focused on the erotic sensations, gave in to the taboo kinkiness of the situation. His was at full mast now. A respectable six inches of canine cock lay flat against the bridge of Magellan's nose, though the knot had yet to swell.

“How," he started between breaths. “How is he so good at this while sleeping?"

“Because Magellan's a good boy, aren't you Mag?" Navella cooed into his hear again as she continued to scritch behind his head. “Yes you are." The hand between her legs came up to reach around his body, where she began to grope and fondle at his package. “And good boys get rewards." She smiled up Kikao. “And I think Kikao here has a reward for you too, don't you?"

She giggled as she guide her partner's head up the wolf's shaft, letting the meaty member slip down his nose toward his lips. Magellan continued to lick throughout, lapping away at the sensitive underside as he moved from base to tip. Once at the very tip of the throbbing cock, his tongue was met with the bitter tanginess of precum, and it darted out to eagerly lap it up.

The feline temptress held the dog there, waiting for Kikao himself to take the next step. Warm breath continued to wash over him, and that slick tongue continued to lap. Magellan's mouth was held slightly agape as he subconsciously drew in the scent of the male before him. “Oh fuck," Kikao groaned. He was fully committed now. He leaned over the two figures and rested his hands on the bed to get a better angle. He pressed the tip of his cock between the other male's lips. And then slowly, excruciatingly slowly, so as not to wake him, he inched forward into the warm, welcoming depths.

Magellan, just like every other canine Kikao had been with, had a long muzzle that made it easier to take a male in this fashion. But also inherent to canines was a proportionally larger penis size, and by the time Kikao was fully hilted, Magellan's maw was quite full. He may have been able to subconsciously lick in his sleep, but throating a cock was another matter entirely. The blockage of air triggered an automatic response, and the painted dog began to stir from his slumber.

Navella cooed sweet nothings into his ear as he woke. “Good boy, Magellan, take it all." She scritched behind his ears even as his eyes slowly fluttered open. Kikao pulled back until just the tip remained in his mouth, giving the dog some literal breathing room as he came to.

“Huh? Wha?" he tried to mumble as he figured out where he was. But it came out as a meaningless jumble of sounds around Kikao's member, and the tongue motions only served to further stimulate the wolf. He growled as a splurt of precum filled Magellan's mouth, and that probably gave him a pretty good idea of what was happening, even his groggy state.

“Shhh, shhh," Navella whispered. Her hand was wrapped tightly around Magellan's shaft, having brought him to full arousal in his sleep. “You just keep licking, and I'll keep stroking, mkay?" Her soothing voice and the grip of her paw kept the dog pacified in his half-awake state, and he seemed content to accept the situation for now.

“Mkay," he moaned groggily around the cock in his mouth.

“Good boy," Navella said again.

And with that, Kikao slowly began another inward thrust, once again enveloping himself in the warm embrace of Magellan's mouth. There was no resistance, and once he was fully hilted, Magellan's tongue reached out to lick at his ball sack. He wasn't sure if the crewman was just that into this, to accept it so willingly, or he had maybe gone back to sleep. At this point, he didn't care either way.

Kikao pulled back out, and then thrust slowly back in. The submissive male's tongue ran along the underside of his shaft with each backstroke, inviting him back inside. The wolf graciously accepted, establishing a steady rhythm that increased with time. It wasn't long before he had worked up to a vigorous tempo, though still gentle enough for the dog to handle it easily.

Magellan seemed to be getting into it too. He was still half asleep, mind riddled with both lust, and the heavy fog of a deep slumber. But he was still semi-aware of his predicament, and of the superior officer standing before him. He was a painted dog, a highly social and pack-oriented species. And to his subconscious mind, dream neurons still firing, that superior officer was his pack Alpha. It was the natural order of things for an Alpha to take what he was due, right? And it was a Beta's duty, no, pleasure, to serve the Alpha. Right?

And so with each thrust, he pushed his head forward to meet the wolf's hips, urging him deeper. He suckled on the engorged shaft when it was in his mouth, savoring it's salty, masculine taste, and he licked at the tip each time it pulled out, seeking out that wonderfully delicious precum.

“Mm, fuck," gasped Navella. “You look so hot slurping on that cock, Magellan." The painted dog simply moaned in response.

Sensing the eagerness of his partner, on his next backstroke, Kikao refrained from thrusting back in. Instead, he straightened up to look down at the dog. The canid before him, his eyes previously closed in pleasure, now blinked in confusion as he wondered what was happening.

The blowjob was nice. Incredible even. But Kikao had given in to his base desires at Navella's behest, and he needed more. He was going to take this to the next level, and there was no stopping him. He just needed the right context.

“Yeoman Magellan," the XO addressed him by his title, using a firm tone. Magellan blinked up at him with a hazy look in his eyes, still clearing the fog from his mind. Groggy, he was focused on one thing, and the “plap, plap, plap" of Navella's hand in his crotch kept him addled with lust. Rather than responding, he chose to keep licking at the cock presented before him. Kikao didn't stop him.

“I assigned you to overwatch on the bridge," Kikao continued, professional as ever, even as the painted dog fellated him. “That was your primary duty for today's shift. Your shift, which ended fifteen minutes ago…" The officer let the words sink in for a moment.

Magellan kept licking, exploring the pointed shaft with his tongue, slurping over the knot which was now swelling to it's full size, before making his way back to the tip for another drop of tasty pre. It took a good, long moment before the words finally hit him, and realization dawned. Then he stopped.

“Oh… I…"

“I didn't say stop," Kikao commanded, purposefully allowing a bit of anger to seep into his tone, watching the effect it had on him. The submissive dog immediately returned to licking, this time with more fervor. If he wasn't fully awake before, he was now.

“As Executive Officer of the IIS Pungwe, it is my responsibility to maintain discipline and issue corrective actions as necessary. You abandoned your post. Is there a reason why?"

“N...no, Sir!" Lick. Lick. Lick.

“Then I'm sorry to say, that I must issue a punishment as a result."

“Y...yes, Sir!" Lick. Lick Lick.

“Center of the bed. On your belly." The painted dog complied almost immediately, almost… eagerly. Navella made room for him, watching with intense fascination. Kikao climbed up after him, moving to straddle the painted dog from behind. Despite zero vocalization as what exactly he had planned, he didn't even have to tell the dog to lift his tail. The idiot had no sense of embarrassment for his predicament, and he was already flagging his white-tipped duster to the ceiling.

Kikao did, however, have to bite it to keep it in place. The damn thing was wagging up a storm and hitting him in the face with each pass. That earned a slight yelp from below. Good. Maybe that will kick a sense of remorse into the young pup. This is supposed to be a punishment. The tail kept tugging back and forth in his mouth.

The dominant wolf scooted into position, bringing himself in line with Magellan's rear. Then, with an audible “PLOP," he slapped his fully engorged cock right between his subordinate's cheeks. A feral, dog-like whine escaped from Magellan's throat as he felt the warm, saliva-coated shaft poke under his tail.

Kikao leaned forward and brought his hands to Magellan's shoulders, pinning him down in place and ensuring that he couldn't escape. Then he gave a few prodding thrusts, enjoying the feeling of his member sliding up and down the cleft of the painted dog's ass. It was firm and toned, but he also found his shaft embraced by the soft, fluffy coat adorning the dog's backside. He closed his eyes in pleasure and growled is approval.

The wolf spat out Magellan's tail. “I need to make sure you understand what this is for. Tell me what you did," he commanded.

“I left… my post… on the bridge…" he panted out. The painted dog's breath caught each time the wolf thrust forward, anticipating what was to come. But so far, he had simply teased him, hot dogging his ass and toying with him.

“And?"

“And this… is my… punishment." Magellan, pinned down as he was, felt helpless to move things along. He attempted to wiggle his hips beneath the wolf, but to no avail. Kikao held him there for moment longer, feeling him struggle beneath him. But he had a limit of his own.

“Good boy," he said, echoing Navella's words from earlier. He pulled back and made ready to line up his dick. Bringing his hands down from the yeoman's shoulders, he grabbed his cheeks and spread them apart. He was greeted by the sight of Magellan's pucker, winking at him in anticipation. He gathered a wad of saliva in his mouth and spat it out. This was a punishment, but he didn't want to be a cruel. A small amount of natural lubrication would serve them both well.

Then he nudged gently with his tip, smearing his saliva around the ring of his anus. His canine shaft added it's own lube, depositing a healthy dollop of precum right in the center. The submissive dog whined again when he felt the warmth of the other male's tip at his entrance. Finally, his anticipation was satisfied as Kikao gave a small, experimental push forward, spreading his back door open around the narrow tip.

“Of fuck," Navella groaned as if she had been penetrated herself. She was still lying by their side, and Kikao had almost forgotten she was there. She was fingering herself again as she watched the scene play out before her. “This is so fucking hot." With one hand still occupied, she leaned forward to embrace Magellan with the other, kissing him as she did.

Kikao took that momentary distraction to push forward, delving deeper and lodging himself halfway down his shaft. Magellan had been doing his best to relax and welcome the male atop him, but there was still a yelp from his throat as he felt a momentary flash of pain. Navella kissed him deeper, and he relaxed around the foreign object inside him.

Kikao rested for a moment, giving the dog time to adjust. When Navella finally pulled away, he pushed forward again. He was already past his point of widest girth, minus his knot, of course, so he progressed without incident. This time, with the initial pain passed, Magellan moaned as he was penetrated.

The wolf paused yet again once he was fully lodged, up to the bump of his knot. With Kikao's hands kneading his ass, Magellan had sat up to more easily make out with Navella. That just wouldn't do for a punishment. The younger male needed to know his place onboard the ship, so the XO brought his hands back up to the painted dog's shoulders. He roughly pushed him down, pinning him once again to the foam mattress.

“Don't get comfy. This isn't a Kumbaya. I'm here to issue to some discipline. So let's get to it," he growled into the painted dog's ear from behind. Magellan whimpered and whined in anticipation. His asshole flexed around the doggy dick in his rear, once, twice, three times, as if massaging the dominant male to beg for mercy.

Kikao growled in pleasure, and Magellan moaned into his pillow as he felt that throbbing cock flex against the sensitive bud within his bowels. “Please…" he said.

“Please, what?" the officer asked, looming over the pinned male beneath him.

“Please, fuck me, Alpha," Magellan panted.

Alpha? Kikao hadn't been expecting that, but he could work with it. It certainly fit the current dynamic, and would help to reinforce his point. That's what he was here for, right? To prove a point?

“That's better," he said. “Maybe it doesn't have to be all bad, if you can prove yourself a good Beta." He gave an appreciative lick to the back of Magellan's head. The dog flexed himself again, now eager to prove himself to his superior. He really was a good boy, so eager to please. Maybe the fool wasn't so bad after all.

Still, the mutt had skipped out on his shift on the bridge, and in theory, that really could have put them all in danger. Magellan had his duty, as Kikao had his. And right now, that duty was to “administer corrective action." He wasn't going to go easy on him.

He pulled himself out slowly on the first stroke, allowing a glimmer of hope. Then he slammed himself back inside. Almost immediately, the wolf was at full throttle, pounding away at the painted dog's ass. The dominant male growled in pleasure, reveling in the tightness of Magellan's hole. Magellan, for his part, yipped and moaned like a bitch in heat, his asshole flexing again and again as Kikao's throbbing cock pressed against his prostate with each pass. Still, he did his best not to loose himself completely, intent on proving his worth to his Alpha.

The wolf continued, showing no signs of stopping or slowing, having his way with the formerly disobedient pup. Navella was enthralled with the aggressive turn of events, the two males rutting right before her eyes, and she fingered herself frantically at the sight. With the long setup this had taken, she finally had her payoff, and she came not but a minute after Kikao had started.

With a pant, she withdrew her sticky digits from her cunt and moved toward Magellan. She wrapped her arm around him in an embrace, bringing her moist hand to his mouth in the process. Catching a whiff of her scent, he immediately opened his mouth to suckle on her fingers.

“Mm, that's a good boy, Magellan. Is it everything you imagined?"

“M...mhm," he barely managed to mumble around her fingers, his speech interrupted each time Kikao speared forward.

The brown-coated wolf didn't miss the exchange. He suddenly had to wonder if this had been planned. Navella could be a crafty little bitch when it came to sex. Computers too, for that matter. Or anything, really. Hacking was her job, and her rogue-like skills had served them well in evading their pursuers and breaking into the ship's restricted systems. More to the point, though. Had Magellan wanted this to happen? Had he asked her to set it up?

Irrelevant. All that mattered, was that he needed this right now. He was stressed, and he had been looking forward to some rest and relaxation, a little bit of stress relief, in whatever form it might take. And now here he was, getting exactly that, even if not in the form he had imagined. If Navella and Magellan both enjoyed it too, then so much the better. It would bring them closer as a crew.

He didn't let up with his staccato pace, hammering away even as Navella turned to address him this time. “So?" she inquired. “Has he been sufficiently punished?"

With each thrust, the bulbous mass of his knot slammed against the straining sphincter of Magellan's rear, threatening to tie. “Not... yet," he grunted between each jab of his prick. He was going to knot this wonderfully tight ass. He was being driven by some deep, primal urge. Perhaps it was the way Magellan had called him Alpha which had egged him on. Perhaps it was some deeply rooted part of his wolf heritage, choosing this very moment to spring forth. Either way, he was going to dominate this subordinate male. “Gonna… tie," explained. He was straining now, working up a pant as he rutted his fellow canine.

“Mm, perfect," Navella said. “I agree, too, but for one little problem." The cheetah purred as she flashed him a sultry smile. He tried not loose his rhythm as he wondered where she was going with this.

“Magellan here wasn't quite awake for the first part of his punishment, remember?" She brought up a hand to stroke along the back of the painted dog's head. “If you want it to be an effective reminder, I think you're going to have to repeat that part of the lesson." There was a twinkle in her eye as she gave him a wink.

Kikao growled as he mulled it over. It was certainly hard to argue with her logic. “Alright," he said, trying not to lose his focus. “But we schedule it for later."

“I can work with that," she said.

“Hear that, Magellan?" the wolf leaned deeper over the dog to speak into his ear. The painted dog was completely lost in bliss by this point, and it was a wonder he was coherent at all. His mind was focused solely on the pleasure brought about from the warmth of the male body within him, of the pleasure of being dominated by his Alpha. “This isn't over yet." He slowed his rhythm to emphasize his point. “You'll be reporting to my room next week, after the end of my first shift. And you'll be giving me a blowjob, since you weren't awake for the first one. Got it?" The wolf sped up once again before Magellan could answer.

There was still some measure of coherence left within the painted dog, though, because he seemed to follow the gist of the conversation. “Yes… Alpha," he muttered out between thrusts.

“Repeat it back... so I know you understand."

“Blowjob… at the… end of… every… week…" Kikao had only intended for one blowjob, to make up for the one earlier. But the insensate dog had misinterpreted him, believing this to be a permanent arrangement. The wolf started to speak, quick to correct the mistake. But then he caught himself as he thought better of it.

Navella giggled beside the pair of copulating canines. “Such a good boy, Magellan, so eager to please your Alpha, aren't you? Just like a good Beta should." She stroked his fur, and Kikao felt his tail attempt to wag, trapped as it was between their bodies.

“Well... that's that," the wolf said with no further comment on the matter. He'd address the issue later, if it became a problem. As far as things had come, his position did mean he still had a duty to his crew, and he didn't want to abuse that power unfairly. A one time thing was still fair though, right?

“Just one more thing… for tonight, then." Kikao hadn't let up on his thrusting throughout the conversation. But the older wolf could sense he was coming up on his limits. Both physically, and sexually, as the wonderfully tight sensations of Magellan's unconscious flexing ran through his cock. It was now or never.

Magellan could sense what was coming. He had felt it the entire night, pummeling him from behind, seeking it's way inside. And he was eager for it. He needed it, to seal the deal between Alpha and Beta. He begged for it.

“Please, Alpha," me moaned, trying to lift his hips to meet those of the male atop him. “Knot me."

Kikao picked up the pace, increasing the ferocity of his lunges. “Oh, I will," he snarled.

“Gonna knot you like a bitch."

Magellan moaned, excited by the prospect. “Please," he begged again. “I want to be a good Beta for you. I want you to knot me."

The dominant wolf snarled and clamped his teeth down on the scruff of Magellan's neck as he gave one final thrust, pressing down hard with all his might. The dog's ass strained against the pressure, and then, with a loud plop, finally relented. Kikao's knot fully entered the painted dog. With the tight, constricting confines of Magellan's ass around his most sensitive flesh, Kikao came.

The wolf's cock throbbed as his canine seed rushed out to fill Magellan's insides. The rhythmic pulsing of his cum vein against Magellan's prostate set him off at the same time. Both males, overcome with ecstasy, howled into the air as they climaxed.

The howl lasted for a good few seconds, and no doubt left the rest of the ship's crew wondering what was going on. When it finally subsided, Kikao slumped forward, resting his weight atop his partner. He was exhausted.

Navella shifted on the bed beside them, moving towards the edge. “That was a wonderful show, boss," she winked at him. “But I'll leave you two boys to do some male bonding."

Before she could leave his side, Kikao reached out to grip at her arm. “Hold on a second," he said. “Don't think I've forgotten about how disobedient you were to me before this all started. There's still the matter of your punishment, too."

The slender cheetah simply smiled at him, slipping free of his grasp, weakened as he was after his ferocious rutting. “I've still got a shift to get ready for, remember?" She said. “On your orders, no less." She stuck her tongue out to tease him.

Kikao was too tired to win this battle. “Later then," he said, settling himself atop Magellan. Now fully locked and knotted, he felt his balls pressed up against the backside of the dog's own fuzzy orbs, throbbing each time his cock pulsed, filling the painted dog with his seed. The sensation sent a sense of satisfaction flowing through him, a sense of warmth knowing that he was breeding another male.

Navella stood up and sashayed over to the bathroom. “I look forward to what you have in store," she said with a note of finality. Kikao watched the hypnotic sway of her naked hips until they disappeared, the swoosh of the bathroom door hiding them from sight. Then he returned his attention to Magellan, snuggling up against his back.

“Fuck," Magellan said. “That was so good, Alpha."

Kikao wrapped his hands around the big dog, reaching around to find his shaft hard and spurting cum. He fondled the sensitive organ. “You keep calling me that," he said inquisitively. “Alpha."

“Ya," Magellan panted. Kikao stroked in rhythm to the continuing spurts of cum. He licked gently at the back of Magellan's neck where he had bitten him earlier. He was going to be stuck to his crewmate for a while longer, so it was a good opportunity to rebuild the young dog's trust. He had been stern in his punishment, but he needed to show that he cared for his crew, too. And something about the motion just felt, right.

Magellan continued as the wolf gently stroked him. “I know you didn't quite like me joining the crew." That piqued the wolf's interest. Where was he going with this? “I tried my hardest to fit in, but nothing seemed to work." Now that gave him pause for thought. Kikao had always been a little cold and distant, but he was like that with everyone. Sometimes he still wondered how he and Echo had become such good friends.

“Navella said it was a canine thing. A hold over from our genes. That when two males lived in close proximity, they'd be at each other's throats, until one established dominance."

“Did she now?" Kikao paused his licking to ask, encouraging the painted dog to continue his story.

“Ya, she said the only way I'd be accepted as part of the crew, is if we accepted each other as Alpha and Beta. And the only way for that to happen, was for you to knot me."

Kikao chuckled. “Well Magellan," he gave a little thrust to remind the dog of their current predicament, and he moaned in response. “Consider yourself accepted as my Beta." His tail tried to wag between their bodies again.

Internally though, Kikao knew he should be furious. Navella's words were a load of bollocks, of course. She wasn't even a canine herself. What did she know about the matter? The horny cat just wanted to see the two of them fuck, and now Kikao felt a pain of sympathy for having put the young pup underneath him through this. He was going to have to make sure that promised punishment was thorough.

Still, it seemed to be turning out alright in the end. And Kikao did feel a much closer bond to the painted dog now. He snuggled up to the canine's back once more, gripping his body closer. He closed his eyes as he basked in the warm, enticing fur. Right now, the only thing he felt was tired after a long day, and this was the perfect place to rest up.

“We're gonna be here for a bit," he said, referring to his knot. “Try to get comfortable." And before Magellan could respond, he was already dozing off.

***

At the end of Kikao's shift the following week, Magellan had shown up in his room, exactly as ordered. And Kikao, not one to go back on his word, had issued the remainder of his punishment, just as he had promised. Though he let Magellan go at his own pace, his newfound sympathy for the dog holding Kikao back. To be honest, he had no desire to force himself upon the male. But he didn't want to usurp the authority of his position by revoking the punishment after it had been issued. And Magellan seemed eager enough. He proved even more skilled at the task awake than when he had been asleep.

However, the executive officer had taken the time to explain that this would be a one time thing. He was not going to take advantage of the young male by making him come by every week. That was a step too far. Magellan had simply nodded as he explained the situation, responded with an enthusiastic “Yes, Sir!" and then he was on his way.

So when Kikao had returned from his shift a week following that, he was surprised to find Magellan in his room again. Had he not understood the lecture from the previous week? Because there he was, naked as the day he was born, sitting on his knees in the center of the room.

“I told you, we're done with this. There is no further punishment," Kikao had said.

“I know," Magellan responded with a smile. And he just continued to sit there, paws on the floor like a begging dog, mouth hanging open invitingly as he panted, and tongue rolled out of his mouth like a red carpet.

What else could he do? Kikao stripped bare, and as soon as he was free of his garments, Magellan crawled over on all fours. He pushed his muzzle into his Alpha's crotch, and started to lick. He licked his balls, he licked his sheath, he licked his knot, and he licked his tip. He licked the cum off his lips when Kikao finally came inside his mouth. He was eager to prove himself, and eager to show his Alpha that he knew his place.

The next week proceeded much the same. And the next. And the next, until it was a regular habit between the bonded canines. By the following shift, Kikao was already fully hard in anticipation before he even made it back to his room. He entered to find Magellan in the same kneeling position, and without a word, he walked over and flopped his erection atop the dogs face.

Magellan, like the good Beta he was, didn't move a muscle. He simply basked in the intoxicating musk as Kikao rubbed himself back and forth along his muzzle, marking him with his Alpha's scent. He finally moved his tip the dog's lips and gave a single command. “Suck." And he did. With eager obedience, Magellan took the shaft into his mouth with one swift stroke, suckling on the meaty phallus and massaging it with his tongue. Then he'd bob his head up and down, doing his best to earn a creamy treat. Damn, he was good at this.

But the week after that held another surprise for him. When he returned to his quarters, he found waiting for him not Magellan, but Navella. She lounged on his bed in a silky red and golden robe, only half draped over her shoulders, allowing a teasing glance at her curvaceous figure hidden beneath. She had convinced Magellan to let her take his place this time around, and she was quick to remind the officer that he still owed her a punishment for her behavior. Kikao didn't let her down.

That was a fun time. The sight of her incredibly tight pussy clamping down around his shaft. The resounding smack and hypnotic jiggle of her ass cheeks as he pistoned into her from behind. The uniquely rough texture of her feline tongue as she lay between his legs, cleaning him of their combined juices. It all built up to a wonderfully erotic night, and it almost made him regret that he didn't take advantage of her teasing advances more often.

After that, things returned to normalcy, though Kikao and Magellan had clearly forged a new bond with each other. The dumb oaf of a painted dog would still stop by on occasion, and rarely, Kikao would even seek him out, the subordinate packmate only too happy to please when he did.

The two even began to explore new horizons as they grew more comfortable with each other. Kikao would push Magellan on to his back and lift his legs up to his head. Then he'd flop his cock atop Magellan's own, rubbing them together. More often than not, it resulted in a vigorous breeding in the mating press position. But sometimes, Kikao would just lean down and kiss the painted dog, frotting the larger canine's cock as he did. As the only two males aboard the ship during long voyages, it was a unique experience neither one had the pleasure of enjoying very often. Eventually the rubbing and pressing was enough to set them off, and their bellies would be coated in a combined mixture of their own seed. Something Magellan was all too happy to clean off his Alpha.

On particularly stressful days, Kikao would let Magellan top. It was a nice change of pace, to just let go of all control, and give away all responsibility to someone else. And Magellan, despite his submissive nature, was built for it. He was much larger than the African wolf, and his well-muscled frame meant he could man-handle his superior with ease, when he allowed it. It was probably why Navella and Karina were so fond of him. And the wolf knew Dust and Echo took more than a few glances in the dog's direction when they could.

Undoubtedly their favorite position was doggystyle. Something about the position just felt natural to them. Magellan loved to get down on all fours and present himself, flagging his tail for his Alpha. Kikao would step up to mount him from behind, pressing his tip to the dog's winking tailstar. He hold their, teasing his partner until he begged for his Alpha to fuck him. Other times, he'd slip his cock into his Beta's eagerly presented hole with no delay, and gripping him tightly by the hips as he sawed in and out.

From this position, Kikao would by grip Magellan's member, jacking him off as he built up a rhythm. Magellan would moan and comment on how much he loved the feeling of his Alpha's cock inside him, or how it was his right as Alpha to bend him over and take him like this whenever he wanted. It was clear that the power dynamic was Magellan's kink, and it certainly got Kikao going as well. He'd play into it anytime Magellan brought it up, telling him that he was such a good Beta for lifting his tail, or that he was proud of him for having such a tight little asshole to pleasure his Alpha.

The dirty talk would often trigger him into a ferocious rut, holding nothing back. Kikao would plant his hands firmly on the ground, grip tightly on his partner's scruff, and pound away at him like a feral animal, the sound of Magellan's cock slapping against his belly punctuating each vigorous thrust. A knotting was inevitable in these cases, the wolf driven by a primal need to seed his male bitch.

Kikao had noticed a considerable change in the painted dog's behavior outside the bedroom too. He seemed happier anytime he saw him, and he was working harder than ever. He had always been a hard worker, but he was clumsy and frequently made mistakes. Much of the time, he just seemed to lack the aptitude for certain tasks, and had to be given simpler jobs while the rest of the crew compensated. It was why Kikao hadn't much liked him when they had taken him aboard.

Now though, he seemed to have an enthusiasm for learning. He was always eager to learn about the ship's systems, and he was growing more competent at his duties with each passing week. Maybe that enthusiasm had always been there, and he just needed a teacher who was willing to work with him. Kikao had taken him under his wing since that day, and had begun passing on the knowledge he had accumulated over the years.

He didn't yet trust the dog with Dust's sensitive engineering equipment, or the strict precision required to help measure doses in Karina's lab. But when they were out in deep interstellar space, where nobody would bother them, and where he couldn't hurt anybody, Kikao had been letting him fly the ship. The wolf would explain the inner workings of each flight control mechanism, and Magellan absorbed the knowledge as best he could. Most of the time, it went in one ear, and right out the other. But sometimes, a bit would stick here and there, and Kikao had every confidence that, given enough time, he could get the dog up to speed on how things worked.