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Being called to the bridge was something most young adults looked forward to. Usually it meant the Admiral had a special job for you, and was currently too busy to see you in her ''ready room'' instead.

For Jack and Tom Junior however, today was just the opposite. Both boys knew they were in trouble for trying to use the security cameras to spy on Molly using the bathroom, and it was evident in the trudging manner in which they walked. More obvious was the way the kuvasz/human and cocker spaniel/human hybrids held their ears, and the way they tucked their tails. Well Tom Jr tucked his fluffy kuvasz tail anyway. Jack's little spaniel tail wasn't long enough to completely tuck and curl around the way Tom Jr's did. Seeing the way they carried themselves one would have easily mistaken them for POW's about to be thrown out an airlock or face a firing squad.

Both were popular means Maya has used to execute POW's when necessary, of course, but this was not one of those times. these boys were family, not some enemy POW, and the punishment would reflect that.

The security officer brought them before Admiral Maya, seated in her large command chair, and then stepped aside in case Maya had further orders for him.

"S' tell me what happened." Maya instructed.

"It was all my idea, mother -I mean Admiral." Tom Jr said. "I just wanted to catch Molly in there because she never lets anyone see her do that."

"That true?" Maya asked Jack.

The little spaniel hybrid looked like he might dump his anal glands any moment as he replied; "No ma'am, aunt Maya -I mean Admiral, It was my fault. I wrote the program code to override the cameras. I thought it would be hot to see such a spoiled princess doing dirty things like that."

"Seems t' me yer both tryin t' protect eachother." Maya said, glancing over at Karen temporarilly manning the tactical station, who gave her a wink of approval guessing what was coming, then Maya continued; "An' it also seems yer both equally t' blame." She paused a moment, then ; "Sence yer clearly close, an' both pent up, h'kin release that tension rahgt now. Both a' ya, strip."

"Y-Yes ma'am." the boys nervously replied, and began to carry out Maya's orders.

After they were half naked, the boys noticed Maya wasn't stripping off her clothes, nor had she gotten up from the command chair.

"How are we supposed to double knot you unless you get down here with us, Admiral." Jack remarked.

"Yer not." Maya said. "Yer gonna make love t' eachother, an' put on a good show fer ever'one on the bridge."

"I'm not gay." Jack said. "Some of my brothers are but I prefer females."

"Same here." Tom Jr agreed.

"There is a such thing as curious." Larry pointed out. "Having gay sex once doesn't make you gay it just means you are exploring your options."

"Couldn' a' said it better mahself." Maya praised, "Bein' omnisexual mahself, Ah know how wonderful it is havin all yer options open."

"I didn't know that, ma'am." Larry said. "I knew you were bi, gay with Karen and straight with Tom, but I didn't know you were zoo too."

"Males, females, herms, ferals, 'S all good." Maya said. "Love's what matters, ever'thang else's irrelavent."

"A lot of us are omni." Karen said. "Canine society never had the social stigmas about it that humans only started shedding thanks to the confederacy's Sexual Freedoms act."

"Alright." Tom Jr. told Jack. "I'm game if you are."

"Sure, why not." Jack agreed. "But you have to be the ''bottom." I know being half human makes it smaller, but still your red rocket is Huge....Ouch."

"Yeah, we kuvaszok pack a lot of meat." Tom Jr said with a smile.

"Mind if I call my husband Dawson up from the armory?" Larry asked Maya. "Its been a long time since we saw a good M/M that wasn't cheap staged porn."

"Shure go ahead." Maya replied. Then she reached into a compartment attached to the command chair, and pulled out a bottle of lube. "Never know when y' mahght need it." she said, tossing the bottle to Jack.

The boys continued to disrobe, and by the time Dawson arrived to enjoy the show with Larry, Tom Jr and Jack were both fully nude.

Larry wondered if it was okay to masturbate, as he watched Jack lubing Tom Jr and then himself. Seeing Karen had a hand down the front of her pants, and Maya had unziped the front of her shorts, letting her huge Honeypie out in the open was all the answer he needed.

"Yeah, feel free to enjoy yourselves Gods know Admiral Maya aint shy about it.." Erika said from the comm station. "I get all I need from Mike, but to each their own."

The sound of zippers could be heard around the room, and idle hands all found cocks or fortune cookies to toy with, as things began to pick up.

Tom Jr looked back nervously, but flagged his huge fluffy kuvasz tail as a bitch in heat would do nonetheless, and squatted partially lowering himself for Jack. Thankfully being half human meant he wasn't nearly as big as Maya, but he was still huge. The sight of his enormous balls, and lube-slicked canine anus was moth-warering for Dawson and Larry.

Jack mounted Tom Jr swiftly, using his hands around the larger hybrid's hips to help pull himself up to reach, and humping like crazy. THe little spaniel hybrid wasn't nearly as big as Tom Jr, but for his size he was very well equipped.

After about a minute of wild humping, and painfully jabbing the outer parts of the ring casing Tom Jr to wince each time, Jack finally hit the center of the big muscular ring, and that was all it took. Cheated by the lube, and the hole being so large compared to Jack's red rocket, the spaniel hybrid hilted himself instantly and really went crazy humping after that.

It was the least Tom Jr could do to push back as a bitch would, and ride out his punishment.

As much as he wanted to find something gtoss about it however, he had to admit Jack's rocket stimulating his prostate, and rapidly swelling knot was starting to feel really good. He began to hump the air before he could stop himself, and soon his red rocket was poking out of its sheath.

Moments later, Jack dismounted for the turn and tie, panting like crazy, with his tongue out to one side..

Tom Jr couldn't even paw himself, as he needed both hands to maintain his position half-squatting but down on hands and knees.

Jack was facing the opposite direction, rump held in the air by his knot, and tied butt to butt with Tom Jr. He couldn't give his friend a reacharound because he needed his hands to support himself.

Dawson and Larry were both too busy stroking their thick cocks to help out, and Maya noted they were both well equipped -as humans go. Fortunately Mike, -captain Mike of the Stonewall Jackson- who had beamed over to check on Erika and her pregnancy, was happy to help out. He was a little reluctant, as he was so devoted to Erika, but he was also secure enough in his sexuality he didnt mind lending a helping hand. Mainly because it was Tom's son, and he and Tom were old friends.

Standing in front of the main window-viewscreen so as not to block anyone's view, Mike knelt down,spat in his right palm, then rubbed his palms together before reaching down and taking the sizeable red rocket in his hands.

The cool wetness of his touch made Tom Jr hump the air harder, and his sheath slid back all the way, leaving Mike holding his entire red rocket. It felt hot and slick in his hands, and felt like it weighed a ton.

Tom Jr's huge knot swelled quickly, with the added stimulation on top of the pleasure he already felt.

It was all he could do to keep from dragging Jack around too hard as he wildly humped the air, ''humping'' Mike's hands in the process.

Lacking experience doing this Mike inadvertantly got bathed in dog-cum, as the first few watery spurts spewed forth. Realizing his mistake, he aimed the kuvasz hybrid's tip toward the floor and tossed his handkerchief in the puddle.

"That wont...Ahh...hold it all." Tom Jr pleasuregrowled as he spoke.

All the while Jack continued to pump Tom Jr's rear full of rapid spurts of watery spaniel cream.

Mike took off his cummy jacket and added it to the growing puddle where his handkerchief had been, and just continued to do his job. He got no enjoyment out of it, but it wasn't exactly gross either. It was just something that had to be done.

"Fuck...." Jack Panted. "How can....something so big....grip so tight.....Ahhh Gods!"

Kayla wanted to clean up all the cum, as Dawson, Larry, and several others popped their corks around the same time, but she was not about to leave the helm unattended to do so. As such, it was Dixie, one of Karen's daughters who was manning the bridge-engineering station who did it instead.

Dawson froze stiff as a board, as his first spurt had gone high, and splattered Admiral Maya's face.

He visibly relaxed, breathing a huge sigh of relief when he saw the Admiral casually wipe it away.

"Watch yer aim." was all she said on the matter."

When Jack's knot shrank, and he was able to free himself, he curled up licking himself clean as a feal would do, while Mike returned to Erika's side, and Dixie cleaned up the resulting cumsplatter from the pull-out.

"Turn around." Tom Jr told Jack when he had finished cleaning himself. "Its only fair I return the favor."

Jack was hesitant, fearful at the size of Tom Jr's red rocket, but after a bit he reluctantly complied.

To Jack's delight, Tom Jr was very gentle taking his time to lube things up properly.

Jack flagged his little spaniel tail, enjoying the sensation as Tom Jr fingered his little canine anus to work the lube around and help him relax.

Luckily for Jack, Tom Jr was used to only using the first few inches of his baculum, as he had to restrain himself so as not to injure his human girlfriend when they made love. He could go deeper with Jack of course, as the relatively straight nature of the canine descending colon meant he wouldn't bottom out as he would with his girlfriend, but he still had to use his hands to withold the knot, as when fully expanded it was much too big for the little spaniel boy's pelvic bone.

Tom Jr mounted Jack carefully, supporting his weight with one hand, while using the other to guide his red rocket into Jack's butt, and to serve as a depth guage to prevent his knot from going inside as he slowly began to hump."

At first Jack cried out in pain, cussed, and complained how big Tom Jr's red rocket was, but after a few minutes he started to push back as a bitch would, and his short little tail wagging was proof he was enjoying it.

When he saw Jack was finally enjoying it, Tom Jr slowly began to increase his pace. It was torture restraining himself like this, but even his pleasure hazy mind knew it was necessary.

Jack was very vocal with yips and pleasuregrowls, praising Tom Jr, and begging for more.

Tom Jr was more than happy to deliver. Try as he might to find something gross about it, he couldn't. All he felt was incredible pleasure. His only ''punishing'' thought at this point was he knew Shelley would be pissed if she found out he was ''cheating'' on her like this, as she called it. Nonetheless he knotted his hand far sooner than he would have liked, and flooded Jack's perfect spaniel butt with spurt after spurt of watery kuvasz cum.

When Tom Jr finally pulled out and sat down to lick himself, Jack said. "We should do this again sometime."

"I'd like that...but I'm in enough trouble already." Tom Jr said. "If Shelley finds out I'll never hear the end of it."

"If she finds out, tell her you are looking for a job at AMD, and humping the CEO's son was a way of greasing the wheels." Dawson said. "Buisness opportunities work that way sometimes."

"What if she wants proof." Tom Jr asked.

"Then I'll hire you as a buisness consultant." Karen said. "You work over the transgalactic internet when off duty so you do not need to leave the ship."

Not long after that, Jack and Tom Jr got dressed, and left the bridge, returning to their normal duties, and Dawson returned to the armory to finish his shift out.

Erika was only a month along (out of 63 days gestation), but she was really uncomfortable, so Mike stayed by her side, rubbing her belly until the cramping subsided.

"You should try the relaxation spa." Karen told Erika. 'Better yet, Mike, you could both go together. Your first officer Dana seems like a smart girl, I'm sure she can keep the Jackson running smoothly until you get back."

"Yeah." Maya agreed, Ah reckon y' both need it bout as much as Ah did."

"Nobody needs it as much as you did, Admiral." Kayla jumped in. "That's the first R&R I've seen you take since we entered this Expanse."

"I hate being nude." Erika rebuffed. "Its bad enough in the public showers."

"Come on babe, it'll be fun." Mike said. "Just you and me together."

"And a lot of other people." Erika interjected. "Xenia never allowed me to wear clothes...being naked in front of people brings back bad memories."

"Nobody here treats you like that." Karen said. "You're one of us and she can never hurt you again. You know, the things my dad did to me when I was a pup were as bad as how Xenia treated you...Maya saved me, just as she saved you."

"Alright." Erika relented. "But get May to take over comms, not Irisa, May leaves my setup the way I like it, Irisa reconfigures everything to suit her tastes, and it is a pain getting it all sorted out."

"The fleet'll love that." Mike said. "We all love her drawl, like we love yours, Admiral. Well all us Rebs do anyway, cant speak for the others yet."

"Shure 'nuff." Maya said. "Jus' enjoy yerselves...an in the massage room, get Jasmine if'n y' can. That sexy springer girl's got sum magic fingers."

"I recommend the Deluxe treatment, given how badly you both need it." Karen said. "Its a little ''intense'' for first-timers, but you will be glad you did. And it /is/ intended for canine physiology, so try to keep an open mind."

"No problem." Mike said. "When you say intense...we don't have to bathe in dog milk or get smeared with yogurt or anything gross like that, do we?"

"Nothing like that, no." Karen said.

As soon as May arrived to take over comms, Mike and Erika left. Maya had called for a cart to take them to Deck 21, which was waiting for them in the corridor.

Once they left, Maya had May hail the Stonewall Jackson, and inform Dana that captain Mike would be away for 48 hours ''shore-leave'' in the relaxation spa on deck 21.

Later, while the rest of the currently awake crew had gone to lunch, Maya and Karen were in Sick Bay.

Doc Natalie had already taken their temperatures, and administered enemas, catching all that came out of Karen for later use. (FMT to help ensure Maya's body didn't reject Karen's DNA.). She Had Maya and Karen both positioned with their rumps in the air, knees pulled up to their chests, with appropriately sized speculums. (the absolute largest each could take, stretching their totally numbed canine anuses as wide open as possible.

Doc Natalie was a medical genius. Granted canine medicine was far more advanced than Earth medicine anyway, but Doc Natalie was even moreso. FOr instance, the harvesting of eggs would have meant general anesthesia and either laparoscopic or open surgery whether Earth medicine or canine, but Doc Natalie had developed a transrectal procedure which made use of a flexible micro-ultrasound probe inserted through a speculum to locate the ovaries through the colonic wall, and then extract the eggs by passing a microfilament needle through the colonic wall into the ovaries. It required only several enemas and a local numbing agent, and more importantly, no recovery time whatsoever before returning to duty. Granted numbed anuses leak, but inflatible plugs and/or sanitary padding dealt with that.

Doc Natalie extracted Maya's eggs first, as it was easier since she could reach her whole arm in to help guide the collection probe into place. The size of Maya's ovaries made them easier to find too. When she finished, she placed the vial containing Maya's eggs into a scanning machine with a microscope viewer to assess viability, then while it worked, she poured Karen's mess through Maya's speculum, removed the speculum and replaced it with a huge double-balloon plug which she inflated tight. Then after changing her gloves, she flushed Karen's Honeypie with warm medical grade distilled water, collecting all the outflow as she did. Then she squirted the solution deep in Maya's honeypie with a long tube attached to a syringe to make Maya's vaginal PH match Karen's temporarily. Long enough for the embryo's to attach properly.

While Maya's body adjusted to having material from Karen inside her, Doc Natalie set to work extracting Karen's eggs.

"Y'know if'n this works...If'n mah body don' reject the embryos...somebody'll have t' do it again>" Maya said.

'You won't reject them." Karen said. "I love you too much for that."

"Ah love ya more, princess." Maya said. "Ah wanted t' have yer puppies ever sence -well, ever sence the firs' tahme we met...when Ah saved ya from yer abusive dad. Ah know that prolly sounds a little creepy, but Ah was thinkin once y' got yer firs' heat, s' wadn' nothin creepy 'bout it."

"Thanks to that prick introducing me to sex -in the form of rape- early, I wanted you even before I came of age." Karen said. "I know you would never do such things but I used to fantasize about you molesting me because that's what my confused young mind thought love was at the time."

"Ah know what y' mean." Maya said. "Now y' got Hank an' Ah got Tom, but we still got eachother too, an' we always will."

Finally Natalie finished extracting Karen's eggs, and after placing the test tube in the scanning machine with Maya's, she removed Karen's speculum.

"Yoor all done lass, you can get dressed now, miss Leddoux." Natalie told Karen.

"If you don't mind, doc. I would prefer to wait until the procedure is over." Karen said.

"Aye lass that be fine." Doc Natalie said.

Karen got down off the exam table, and walked over to the one Maya was on. Doc Natalie had Maya on her back now, feet up in stirrups, and had gone to work with the machine. Karen held Maya's right hand, and they shared a very passionate kiss. "I love you so much, Maya." Karen said.

"Ferever an' always, mah perfect little princess." Maya replied.

Doc Natalie looked through the microscope viewer, and used tactile input gloves to manipulate robotic controls, instructing microscopic robot manipulators to excise a portion of the outer skin of each ova carefully exposing a part of the nucleus, and then bringing them together in such a way the nuclei bonded together and the two halves of outer skin lined up and were then laser-sealed.

Each ova was now a combination of Maya and Karen's DNA, and thus all the pups would be female due to only X chromosomes being avalible. It was impossible to get a male pup in this way, because there was no Y chromosome to make an XY pairing, Karen and Maya were both female, and any combination of XX and XX always results in XX.

Doc Natalie watched the fertilized eggs divide again and again, and when she was confident the resulting embryos had reached a sufficient number of cell divisions, she used the machine to load them into a syringe with a long tube.

Doc Natalie inserted an endoscope into Maya's huge swollen (Y) and through her cervix, then passed the tube of the syringe through the endoscope, and deposited half of the embryos in each of Maya's uterine horns.

At last she removed the scope and the tube, and disposed of her gloves. "Yoor all done miss Dawn." she said.

Maya lay there a while longer, waiting for Karen to get dressed. then she got dressed herself, and at last they left.

" "s go git a late lunch, Ah'm starvin>" Maya said.

"Yeah that sounds good to me." Karen agreed. And so they set out for the Mess Hall.

On their wa to the Mess Hall, they bumped into Maxine who was headed to Sick Bay for another appointment.

"Afternoon Admiral, Transporter Chief Karen." Maxine said "Just come from another pregnancy checkup?"

"More 'er less." Maya said.

"We're trying to make pups together." Karen said. "It is medically possible for two females of the same species without much difficulty."

"I'm still trying to have Sam's puppies." Maxine said. "That's why I'm here, for another uterine restructuring surgery." She lifted the front of her shirt to show Maya and Karen her small laparoscopic scars from the five previous surgeries. "You can hardly see them thanks to your people being so medically advanced." she pointed them out after that.

" "s nothin." Maya said. "Ah got more bullet an' shrapnel scars'n that." SHe lifted her shirt, exposing all but her lowermost two sets of teats to prove her point.

"Yours are a badge of honor though, Admiral. A testament to all the battles you've seen." Maxine said. "Anyway I better get going, Don't want to be late for my appointment."

"Alrahght, see ya later." Maya said.

"And good luck with the procedure." Karen said. "Maybe this will finally be the one."

With that, they continued on their separate ways.

Maxine was one of Doc Natalie's ''projects." The first human female to go through with the surgical and hormone treatment procedures she and the human doctor Grayden had developed together, to theoretically allow a male canine and a female human to reproduce, the way her sperm restructuring serum allowed male humans to impregnate canine females.

The downside was, it was a one-way process. From the first surgery on she was effectively sterile as far as being able to get pregnant from a human mate was concerned.

Maxine had already gone through five previous surgeries to shorten her fallopian tubes, and split and resect her uterus. The follow-up procedures were to surgically alter the two resected halves into crude stubby uterine horns and replace the lining of her cervix with one cloned from her own cells to avoid rejection, and genetically modified with canine stem cells so it would secrete a mucosal film of the proper viscosity and PH for canine sperm to pass through.

Today was -hopefully- the final surgery she would need to complete the procedure.

The worst of it all, was of course the hormone cocktail and ovarian modification drugs Doc Natalie had her on. It was not at all pleasant to put it mildly, but she would do anything for Sam. And if it worked, it would open a whole new world of possibilities, meaning female humans who married canines need not remain childless.

Doc Natalie's serum, a one time treatment which lasted for life, that when injected into the male human's testicles, allowed a male human to reproduce with female canines -and females of any mammilian species in fact- had revolutionized reproductive medicine, and from that point on people had long awaited a similar development for human females who fell in love with canines.

After their late lunch, Maya returned to the bridge, while Karen headed for the main transporter room to sort out the mess it was no doubt in.

Jason and Holly were fine Engineers, sure, but neither seemed to understand that Karen had things calibrated as she did for a reason. "The book" may say to do it the way Jason and Holly do, but many revisions to that book were revisions Karen had published herself, and well, a good Engineer is always more conservative on paper than actual conditions in real life.

The transporter room was indeed a mess as Karen suspected it would be. The targeting sensors and particle confinement were way off, for one. WHile still technically within ''specs'', it was much less efficient than theway Karen liked it. "The book" allowed for a sloppy 0.3 percent variance in both matter/energy transition, and rematerialization. Karen's way of calibrating the machines allowed for only a 0.001 percent variation in either.

Under normal conditions it was trivial, as either calibration will safely get you to and from your destination, but under less than ideal conditions, Karen's more tightly focused transporter beam will function properly, while the looser calibration could fail to function at all, or worse scramble your molecules due to interferance with the less focused system.

Tom and Hank who had only recently woken up, were on their way to grab a bite to eat, when Ashley grabbed them by the back of ther shirts -as if by the nape of the neck- turning them around.

"Fighter bay's this way." she said, nudging them forward. "Gunner an' her patrol need a rest, an' we're their relief patrol."

"I just got out of bed!" Hank remarked. I'm starving."

"Yeah me too." Tom said. "Lets go get breakfast first."

"Caint do it." Ashley said. "Sis ordered a combat patrol be present at all tahmes when we're not in hyperspace."

"I can't fly on an empty stomach." Tom said.

"You wouldn't happen to have a couple power bars on you?" Hank asked.

"Naw, unfortunately Ah's takin a leak when Ah got the call. THen it hit her all she needed to do, and she lifted her shirt revealing all but her two lowest milk filled kuvasz teats.

Tom needed no instruction, and immediately lactched on, and began to hungrily drink his fill.

"Well go on." Ashley told Hank. "Y'said y' need sustenence. Karen won' mind. Sahdes there aint nothin sexual about nursin anyway."

Reluctantly Hank obeyed.

The two humans sucked down the thick sweet creamy Kuvasz milk as fast as they could swallow.

They both really enjoyed the taste and would have prefered to savor it slowly, but the flow was so fast with just a gentle sucking, they had to swallow as quick as possible to keep from getting strangled, and even so, Milk ran down their chins.

As soon as their hunger was sated, Ashley replaced her shirt, and they all three reced to the fighter bay, changed into their flightsuits, and soon joined up with Gunner and her combat patrol outside.

"Get some rest, Gunner, we'll take this shift." Tom said on comms as they set up a patrol around the fleet.

"Copy that." Sarah replied, yawning. "Alright girls lets head home." she said to her wingmen.

Sarah and her wingmen returned to Excalibur, while Tom, Hank, and Ashley took their place. THree fresh pilots with fresh fighters and full loads of fuel to patrol the fleet.

Combat patrols were never boring, even when there wasn't a lot going on as there was now. There was all the ships in the fleet to see, and the shuttles and workers in spacesuits going back and forth, the trajector under construction, and the ever-changing starscape as they sailed deeper into the Expanse. It was also peaceful when little was going on, just you and your two wingmen flying about watching the fleet from all possible vectors for enemy contacts, or anything else that could be a problem. Friendly comm chatter was a favorite passtime for pilots on these patrols, as it served to both lighten the mood, and help keep everyone awake when the hours get long. Of course that's also what the stims are for.

The new Lee Class ships had a bit different hull markings, Tom noted. For one, the Tsun Tsu, Vassilev, and Queen Elizabeth had the flags of China, Russia, and the UK respectively, emblazened on their hulls instead of the familiar Confederate Flag emblazened on the Hull of the Lee, Jackson, and all other Confederate ships, or the giant in-heat (Y) kuvasz vulva emblazened on Excalibur's hull.

The Confederate ships all had "The Confederate States of America" on their hulls as well, and the letters C.S.S. preceeding their designation.

The CSS Lee also had a slightly different numbering system, as it was the first, and so numbered CSS X0001, while subsequent ships like the Jackson were CSS 0002 and up, dropping the X -as in Experimental- from the designation entirely.

The Chinese, Russian, and UK ships each had their own unique nationalized markings as well.

"S' what's the deal with those ships havin diff'rent flags?" Ashley asked on comms. "Ah thought the Confederate flag represented Earth."

"Dixie is but one nation." Tom did his best to explain. Earth has many nations with different governments and cultures, rather than being united under a single ruler as more advanced worlds we've seen tend to be."

"It is very easy mistake to make, yes." A Russian pilot heading out on patrol joined them on teamcomm frequency. "People think Confederacy represents us all because Confederacy got FTL first so the meet more confederate people."

"Yeah, Ah reckon so, mr..." Ashley said.

"Ivanov." The man said. "Lieutenant Commander Yuri Ivanov of the Vassilev, and you might be?"

"Lieutenant Commander Ashley Dawn, Starship Excalibur." Ashley replied. "Pleased to make your aquaintance Commander Ivanov."

"You the Admiral's sister. " Ivanov said. "Good then Maybe you keep up with me. In my country I am very good pilot."

"Shure 'nuff." Ashley said.

Tom and Hank each identified themselves next, and Lt. Comm. Ivanov asked "You are Confederates, Yes?"

"By birth only." Tom said. "I /Do/ love my homeland, but I am a citizen of the starship Excalibur, and my loyalty is to Admiral Maya."

"Yeah same here." Hank agreed. "Maya's word is law for us."

"What is meaning of the Admiral's flag?" Ivanov asked next.

"Ever seen an intact feral bitch in heat?" Tom asked.

"Yes what does that matter?" Ivanov replied.

"That is the design of Maya's flag, because canine anatomy is the same as their feral counterparts. I should know I am Maya's husband." Tom said.

It wasn't long after that that three more pilots joined the patrol, rounding out the team nicely.

Lieutenant Kelly Cambridge of the Queen Elizabeth, Colonel Yaolin Mei Tsao of the Tsun Tsu, and Lt. Col. Danny Valentine of the C.S.S Buckner all checking in.

Once everybody was aquainted it was easier to co-ordinate efforts to set up a more effective combat patrol.

Sam, who was sceduled to fly combat patrol this shift as well had requested leave to be with Maxine in Sick Bay, and knowing how hard the two had been trying, of course Maya approved it.

Later, when the 3rd Mess Call (supper) finally sounded, Maya put away the report from Fleet stellar cartography (pooling sensor resources) on their course ahead which she'd been reading., noting that if they weren't skipping ahead using the Trajector, the asteroid belt surrounding that trinary pulsar would have been a great place to mine supplies as well as a likely spot for Xians to be waiting in ambush. Maya joined Kayla, Karen, and the rest of her command staff as they headed down to the Mess Hall for dinner.

As they waited to get their trays from the Galley, Maya noted that today they were having Meat-o's, cheese soup, bacon wrapped brats, a side of tater tots, a glass of lioness milk, and a fruit cup. It was a considerable downgrade from the ''gourmet'' meal she had in the recreation spa, but nonetheless Maya knew it was all delicious.

At least we're not having bacon and beans." Karen commented. "I'm still numb from earlier."

"Yeah me too." Maya agreed. "Ah got that plug, but still... better t' not have t' test it."

They were standing behind Kayla, Callie, Melanie, and Belle, who had arrived ahead of them.

Being the Admiral, Maya could have simply cut to the front of the line, but she saw no reason for doing so.

The line moved quickly, and soon enough Maya and Karen had their trays, and took their seats at the senior staff table. They sat across from eachother normally, as Tom usually sat next to Maya, and Hank next to Karen, but today, with Tom and Hank out on patrol, Karen sat next to Maya instead. This was both a show of affection, and so that they could more easily ''food-share'' some of the chewier parts of the meal for the intimacy of the act.

"The transporter room is back to normal." Karen told Maya. "Those two really made a mess of things while I was gone though. "

"Oughtta put 'em on report." Maya said. "Give 'em sum incentive t' learn t' do thangs yer way."

"I thought about that, but to be fair, they /are/ trying." Karen said. "They just don't seem to understand that the 0.3 percent variance in the manual should be considered bare minimum rather than being considered optimal. Optimal, with our current systems, is .001 percent variance, and with a full overhaul I could get that down to .0001 easily."

"Lower's better Ah reckon." Maya said.

"Yes. The lower the variance, the more safe and efficient the transporter beam is." Karen explained. "0.3 percent variance is sloppy. Remember when you and Tom swapped bodies due to a transporter incident? That was because Holly was working the transporters, and the 0.3 percent variance allowed the electromagnetic storm on that moon's surface to interfere with the matter/energy conversion."

"Ah 'member creamin yer sweet little butthole good an' deep when that happened." Maya said. "An then when we got switched back, Tom findin yer shit insahde his foreskin an' wonderin how it got there....but yeah, Ha remember."

They were both too busy eating to say much after that, only stopping to pass partialy chewed food into eachother's muzzle, and sharing a passionate kiss.

After dinner, Maya retired to her Admiral's Quarters toget some fleet paperwork done, and then catch some sleep.

That was the plan, anyway, but she had barely finished reading a report, when there was a knock on the door.

"s' open." Maya said. She rarely locked her door when she wasn't in bed or making love, or holding a private meeting, as she liked to encourage people to come to her immediately rather than putting things off until they became major problems.

To her delight however, it wasn't someone coming to report something. Instead, when the door opened, she saw Karen standing there, and by the way she was dressed, knew exactly shat she wanted.

"Gods y' look even more amazin than usual this evenin." Maya said when Karen entered the room. "want to share Molly's milk 'fore we get started?"

"Yes, that sounds great." Karen agreed. "Are you ready?"

"I scrubbed mah Honeypie several times so there is no hint a' anyone else jus fer you." Maya said. She presented the honeypie shaped bowl of milk, and momnets later Karen began to lap it up from one side. Maya started on the opposite side of the (Y) though her thick kuvasz tongue made it easy to take more than her share by accident. Nonetheless they met in the middle, and toyed with eachother's tongues as they cleaned the last drops of milk from the bowl.

Then Karen forced Maya into a deeply passionate kiss, thoroughly exploring her mouth and throat with her dexterous canine tongue. Having become acustomed to this sort of thing, Maya didnt have any issues with a gag reflex, but she certainly loved the sensation.

When Karen finally broke the kiss, she said. "Gods! Maya!, that was intense... You really care for me don't you?"

"I'd step infront of an autocannon fer ya, as I would fer Tom er any of our pups." Maya said.

"I love you too Maya." Karen replied. "Hank is my soulmate, but you are like a big sister I can always turn to for help."

Karen was wearing shiny gold tight fitting dress shorts, with pink hearts on them, and a fancy glittery short sleeved dress-shirt, with a set of ten leather 'teat-covers' (the canine version of a bra) underneath. Her tight shorts tended to ride up a bit due to her rump being very shapely for her size, giving her a minor wedgie when she walked. It was a bit uncomfortable, but she wouldn't be wearing them long anyway so it hardly mattered.

"That /cain't/ be comfertable." Maya said. "Y' don' have t' dress up fancy just cause Ah'm the Admiral."

"And you did not need to bring the most expensive lube they make either." Karen replied. She looked down at the bottle amongst the toys on the bed, and then began to dance sexy for Maya as she slowly started to remove her clothing.

Maya slipped her shirt over her head, and tossed it aside, felt the cool metal of her dogtags against her thick fur, and did the canine'''teeth chattering'' to show approval as she enjoyed the show.

Karen fluffed her fancy ears and humped the air a few times in response, then returned to her sensual dancing. She swung her hips a lot really making her rump bounce and flagged her short little fancy tail repeatedly.

Maya removed her cut-off shorts, refealing she wasnt wearing anything underneath. It wasn't surprising really, as she'd yet to send her laundry to be washed this week. "Gods' Maya, You're so deliiously swelled!" Karen remarked.

Karen removed her shorts as she spoke, and now the sexy spaniel was in her bright pink undies and her shiny leather "teat cups" only.

The leather contrasting her fancy fur sort of Made Maya think of a dominatrix outfit She'd once seen her daughter May wear, aside from the fact Karen's undies didnt match the style.

Karen had worked up a good sweat dancing, and the outline of her perfect little canine anus and her swollen, honey-soaked Honeypie were clearly visible thanks to the added moisture. Being canine like Maya, it was normal only her (Y) vulva and canine tailhole sweat, though she was panting and drooling as well. It also meant Maya got to enjoy the fact it made the air heavy with her musky anal-gland scent. All that bouncing around made her still numb canine ans leak a bit too. Ordinarily she would have found that embarassing, but She knew that Maya loved the scent, so she didn't mind in the least.

Maya casually fingered her huge fortune cookie as she watched Karen closely, She was already so wet she'd made a puddle on the floor, and inhaling Karen's rich estrus scent and divine anal-gland musk had her heavily dribbling more.

Gods! Karen y' smell s' wonderful!" Maya said. Ah crave t' suck the sweet nectar from those wonderful glands, and drink deep a' the divine blessing of estrus Honey from yer perfect Honeypie too.

"Mmm Thank you, Maya." Karen replied. her voice as syrupy and seductive as could be. She jiggled her six lowest teats intermittently as she danced, as much as the leather teatcups would allow. She occasionally rubbed her other four teats as well, though they didnt have nearly as much bounce as her lower teats due to their smaller size.

As much as Maya enjoyed watching Karen perform her sensual dance, she couldnt hold out any longer. She guided the sexy spaniel to the huge bed, and embraced Karen lovingly as she locked her in a deeply passionate kiss. They explored eachothers bodies with their hands, their movements deliberate and intentionally erotic. In addition to the usual fondling and caressing actions, Maya took extra time to scratch the small of Karen's back around the base of her short fancy tail, and to fondle her fancy ears.

Karen found both actions intensely pleasurable and deeply arousing. Her little tail began to wag excitedly, and her breathing grew heavier, more rapid. She was forced to break the kiss in order to pant heavily.

Mmm y-yes Maya!....Ahh..." Karen spoke softly, despite panting making it hard to speak clearly. "Hank must be telling bedroom secrets on the bridge, because you really know how to get me going."

"Not really." Maya said, licking Karen's muzzle as she began to fondle with the hooks of her teat-cups. "He didnt say anything about it. Ah jus' Knew what t' do, Ah cain't really explain it....."she paused to lick her muzzle again, then "Gods! fer a canine product ya'd think these'd be easier t' open."

"They are, you just need to press the latches properly." Karen explained, pausing to lick Maya's muzzle. "I guess thats why I've never seen you wear one."

"Gotta let mah girls breathe." Maya confirmed. "Ah caint stand havin mah teats scrunched up lahk that."

After that, Karen locked Maya n a passionate kiss as Maya fumbled with the latches. , though due to her panting, Karen once more broke the kiss sooner than she would have liked.

After fumbling around a bit Maya finally figured out how to use her canine nails to pop the latches and she savored the sensations of warm fur and flesh pressing against her own as the spaniel's teats sprang forth from their leather coverings starting with the largest, lowermost pair and slowly working upwards from there.

When the last clasp popped free, the leather teatcups fell to the bed between them, and Karen pulled Maya closer,

their bodies pressed together tightly in a passionate embrace.

Maya gently caressed Karen's body, gradually working her hands lower as she lovingly kneaded the flesh and fur, and eventually she caught her thumbs in the waistband of Karen's underwear, and slowly proceeded to roll them down. As she worked them down little by little, the wonderful scents she enjoyed grew exponentially stronger. Being heavily anal-erotic as Maya was, the scent made her that much hornier, affecting her much as it would a male canine. Her mental discipline and intense training was all that kept her lucid. Karen felt her underwear hit the bed around her ankles, as she and Maya shared another passionate kiss. She stepped out of them, and then broke the kiss in a yip of pleasured surprise as she felt Maya kneading her rumpcheeks, and dipping her fingertips into her perfect canine anus, still lax from the numbing lube Natalie had used and slick with her natural anal gland juices.

Occasionally She would slide a finger down Karen's bitch-stripe and gently trace the (Y) opening of her swollen little canine vulva as well. Karen loved that Maya knew all her favorite foreplay treats, but at this point she was too focused on making love to give it much thought.

Maya noted that while Karen's scent was divinely potent and wonderful, she could feel how much more feminine hygiene Karen employed compared to herself. She also noted how soft and smooth Karen's loveholes felt. Clearly a result of regularly using feminine products like tailhole-gloss, and Honeypie moisturizing gel. She also noted she used nipple gloss.

Maya stopped briefly to sniff and lick each of her fingers, commenting : "Gods! Karen! You smell so wonderful!

Maya took a moment admiring how the shiny tailhole gloss really made her perfect little canine anus eyecatching, then She buried her face in Karen's rump, and breathed deep of her wonderful scent. First she pressed her nose to her canine anus and took her time rubbing her nose all over it as she repeatedly sniffed deeply. Then she slid her nose down her bitch-stripe, and did the same for her Honeypie, getting Honey all over her big canine nose as she relished her wonderful estrus scent.

Karen humped back slowly but forcibly in response, clearly loving the sensations. A moment later she gave a surprised yip as she felt Maya's thick tongue inside her butt. Her little canine anus was lax and agape, numbed as it was, so she hadn't felt the penetration, but the thick tongue stimulating her colonic walls was another matter however. Her short little tail instinctively started wagging like crazy, and she instinctively humped back. Analinguis felt amazing, but being numb down there, and feeling only the inner stimulation was something else entirely. She heard the wet slupring sounds as Maya began to suckle the naturally lubricating fluids from her anal glands.

"Ohhh Y-yes...Good girl!" Karen told Maya, voice broken with pleasure. "Ahh D-Drink...deep...Drink...it...all!"

Maya stopped and withdrew her tongue when she'd finished draining Karen's anal glands. Karen gave a whimper of protest, and briefly tried to clench down to immobilize her tongue, but she still couldn't control her butthole and Maya's tongue slipped free. Maya fastened a strap-on to herself, inserting the smaller shorter end into her own Honeypie and inflating the anchoring knot to secure it in place, then got a bottle of "extra slick" lube from the supplies laid out on the bed, and then she lubed her right index finger as a guide, then dribbled some lube on Karen's canine tailhole. Then she stuck her finger up Karen's butt to serve as a guide, causing Karen to hump back hard and yip in delight. Then she guided the long tip of the lube bottle up the spaniel's butt, and gave it a little squeeze as she kept her finger in place to plug the hole.

Keeping the lube bottle in place, Maya withdrew her finger and licked it clean and continued to squeeze the bottle in a gentle but steady flow. "Ahhh g-go easy on the l-lube, Maya!" Karen managed in pleasure.

At last Maya removed the lube bottle, and dribbled some more around the ring, then thoroughly lubed her thick strap-on, just to be sure. She worked the lube around to coat the fake red rocket evenly, then stopped and used both hands to massage the left side of Karen's belly, working the lube all around and ensuring no air bubbles interfered with distributing it evenly until the last pocket of air was evacuated, taking a bit of dirty lube with it. Karen's canine anus being numb made this easier, as she couldn't hold the ''air'' pockets in if she wanted to.

"Thank you Maya!" Karen said between yips of pleasure. "M-Male love...to me...all day."

"No problem beautiful!" Maya replied. She took position behind Karen, and fitted the strapon's tip to her open hot, lube slicked canine butthole.

Karen couldn't help leaking a bit of lube, and humped back hard at the same time Maya took hold of her hips, leaned over her back to support her weight on the bed, and pulled her back against her as she slowly but steadily thrust in.

The Strapon was a lot longer than Hank. Karen noted. She was too numb to tell much about diameter, though. The strap-on being considerably longer and canine-shaped however, felt a lot different . She felt Maya's strap-on slide in inch by inch. The thick shaft displacing solids as it slid deeper, until at last the tip came to rest just short of the gentle curve separating her descending and transverse colon when she was finally hilted. At first the sensation was akin to being /really/ constipated, and Karen felt like she needed to use the bathroom really bad. Thankfully Maya gave her time to get used to the sensation before she took to thrusting, and after a minute or so the cramping subsided, her intestinal muscles began to work the shaft, trying to suck it deeper in, and she felt only pleasure.

Maya slowly began to thrust in and out. At first she made short gentle strokes, and gradually worked up to full length where she'd pull back to just the head of the strap-on inside Karen, then thrust back in. The way Karen's muscles worked the rubber rocket, caused the ''knot'' on the smaller portion to expand and contract, stimulating Maya's Honeypie as well. That felt so good Maya had to always be mindful of her size and remind herself to be gentle. but the intimacy was more than worth it. It had been a while since the procedure, but Karen wasn't really very ''dirty'' inside. What scat there was, was soft but solid easily making way for the strapon. The fact her little canine anus had begun to quiver in pleasure also told Maya the numbing agent was finally starting to wear off.

"Good girl Maya!" Karen panted, humping back in pleasure with each thrust. "Ohh Gods! Yes! shove that thick rubber rocket up my dirty little shithole! So thick...! Mmmm so deep! Good girl!" Her short little tail was pinned between them, but nonetheless it did its best to wiggle about trying to wag like crazy. Karen was panting like crazy now, tongue out to one side, drooling heavily. She had to really try to be able to speak clearly, as most of her vocalizations were yips and pleasuregrowls with the occasional string of incomprehensive Canid language mixed in.

Maya kept her humping gentle but steady pace. She was too focused on being gentle to reciprocate, but she did find the ''dirty talk'' amusing.

Karen panted harder, thrusting her rump back against Maya as she growled in pleasure and spouted more incomprehensable Canid.

Each thrust made her four largest, lowermost teats bounce together with an audible slapping sound, of flesh against flesh. The intense pleasure each thrust brought made her Honeypie wetter, and intensified her burning desire to be ridden. For the moment the pleasure intensified the cravings her Heat brought, yet she knew the growing feeling of euphoria was exactly what she needed.

Maya could tell Karen really loved buttsex, as much as she enjoyed giving it to her.

Thst the numbing was wearing off also meant Karen didn't leak as much lube, though that hardly mattered.. As a rseult of the tight fit, however, each inthrust created a suction between them, causing air to be drawn in through the piston-like action of the strap-on displacing lube and solids as it once more ran the length of her descending colon.

After so many thrusts, the accumulated air would slip out along with a squirt of lube, and Karen would try to apologize, but her words were broken in pleasure to the point of being gibberish. Maya didnt mind anyway. Owing to the fact everyone ate the same meals, the scent was rather familiar. It wasn't exactly like her own owing to differences in individuals, and the fact Karen didn't have megacolon making for a shorter transit time, but it was similar nonetheless.

Karen yipped and pleasuregrowled wildly humping back in pure carnal bliss. She gave up trying to apologize for the 'bubbles' that slipped out, and allowed the pleasure to overtake her, washing away such concerns as it spread like a tidal wave through every nerve in her body. At that same moment she felt her rump lifted in the air, as Maya had pumped the knot tight and dismounted for the turn and tie. This was perfection. A perfect moment she wished could last forever. She humped back rapidly as hard as she could, barking praise for Maya loud enough to be heard on the Bridge. She felt the strapon grow stiffer, then the first spurt of hot kuvasz piss hit the curve at the top of her descending colon. Karen smiled to herself knowing Maya's strap-on had a catheter attachment for added pleasure, and she totally lost herself to the pure carnal bliss as they climaxed together.

Later, when Tom and Hank got back from patrol duty, and prepared to turn in for the night. Hank noticed Karen wasn't in bed, while Tom found Karen under the covers snuggling Maya, with Maya's realistic canine strap-on up her butt. The bed was plenty big, so Tom just stripped for bed, and climbed into bed behind Maya. He ended up having to sleep with his cock between her rumpcheeks though as she still had the double-balloon buttplug from sick Bay in place and he didn't want to remove it as it was clearly there for medical reasons-whatever they might be.

Hank noticing Karen wasn't in bed, asked Jack if he had seen his mother lately.

"Probably in the Admiral's quarters." Jack said. "You know how they have been trying to have pups together."

"Yeah I heard about that." Hank said. "Its amazing what modern medicine can do."

Hoping Tom wasn't asleep yet, he made his way to Maya's cabin, and knocked on the door. Thankfully Tom answerd it, and invited him in despite wearing only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

Once Hank saw Karen safe and sound snuggled up next to Maya, and the loving way the huge kuvasz embraced the little spaniel, he relaxed completely. "Mind if I sleep over tonight?" Hank asked.

"Not at all." Tom said. "Just remember Maya's rule about bedtime attire."

"You mean the lack thereof." Hank said, starting to undress as he watched Tom lock the door, and then shed his towel before getting back in bed behind Maya. "Don't worry, Karen has the same rule."

As Hank finished and snuggled up to Karen's front, he couldn't help thinking this night was almost like the time they'd shared a hotel on a road trip back in college, except back then Tom had a feral bitch in the bed, and Hank's girl at the time had chosen to sleep on the floor instead of joining them.

At any rate, Hank was more concerned Karen might get up to piss and Maya roll over in her sleep and accidentally squish him than he was about being nude.

Maya has one huge pillow running the entire length of the head of the massive bed. It took a little getting used to, but it was surprisingly comfortable as well.

Maya woke up nauseaous the next morning, so after rousing the others for their duties, she went down to Sick Bay before Breakfast. Thankfully Doc Natalie confirmed it was because she was pregnant, and administered a vitamin supplement to and anti nausea meds. Strangely Maya had never felt that way with any of her other pregnancies, but Doc Natalie said it was normal.

Maya hurried to the Mess Hall for breakfast after that, and as soon as she had her tray and took her seat at the Senior staff table, she told Karen, Hank, Tom, Kayla, Callie, and everyone else at the table the good news.

"Doc says Ah'm pregnant." Maya said. "It worked! Ah'm gonna have yer puppies, mah sweet little princess!" She leaned over the table and gave Karen a passionate kiss.

"That's great news honey! You get rid of that buttplug yet?" Tom said.

"Not yet." Maya said. "Ah'm keepin' it in fer another day. Jus' t' be shure the FMT did its job."

"That is disgusting." Molly said. "Not the pregnancy, Congradulations Admiral. I mean the FMT."

" 's the easiest way t' git yer body accustomed t' material from yer lover." Maya said. "All part a' the process in a successful F/F breedin'. "

After breakfast, Sam and Maxine retired to their cabin for some alone time in another attempt at conception.

Some of the crew were starting to get jealous that Maya had let the two of them off the hook for patrol duty once again, but even a hotshot like Gunner knew they needed this sort of downtime right now.