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“Difficult Roads often lead to beautiful destinations"

~ <Unknown>

When Thom woke up, he was reminded by fading bruises and a deep sense of foreboding; why even bother? Fortunately, the alarm clock's monotonous beeping roused him from a deep and profound desire to just curl up in a ball and fucking die.

These past six days had been rough, rougher than all the time prior. Thom wasn't sure if it was because the FTL drive was held together with duct tape and wishes, the looming shadow of General Krux hunting them among the stars, or if it was because of Farpoint.

Who was he kidding? Of course it was about Farpoint. The Killmonger had wiped a frontier population center clean off the galactic map like it wasn't even shit.

Punching the alarm clock until it stopped beeping, Thom rolled out of bed and went about the usual routine. He found some clean clothes, stopped by the mess for a lonely breakfast – the girls weren't up yet – and then after his first coffee he set to work.

“The FTL drive is at seventeen percent efficiency," Al reported.

An improvement. Yesterday it had been worse, but seventeen-percent still wouldn't do. First order of business, he dropped the Ronin back into real-space, found a secluded little patch of galaxy and set about maintenance. The Farpoint maintenance team had left plenty of tools and parts on board. Unfortunately their know-how had died with them, and Thom did his best to follow the manuals Al had downloaded from the SolNet.

By the time he was done the girls were up and making their own breakfast, getting ready for the day.

“The FTL drive is performing at thirty-one percent."

Better than seventeen anyway. Thom guzzled his second coffee, made a bit of small talk with Vaelia, then spaced out in an EVA suit. Today was the day he ditched the last of the cargo spine. He'd been prioritizing the past few days, dumping what supplies were of no use to them, and transferring rations and other things to the Ronin's hold for the crew to use.

Scuttling the cargo spine finally, Thom linked the aft and fore-sections of the Starcast Ronin then folded them back into hyperspace to make the rest of their journey to nowhere. There was no final destination in mind, they just had to keep flying, covering their tracks as best they could with short blind jumps to keep Krux off their collective tails.

The rest of the day was spent performing remedial maintenance. Then the next morning it started all over again.

Thom punched out his alarm clock. Lonely breakfast. Check the FTL drive.

“The FTL drive is at ten percent efficiency."

Maintenance.

“The FTL drive is at forty percent efficiency."

Mining today. Al put them in orbit of an ice cloud. Thom spaced out and manually boxed up chunks of space ice that would be brought on board for melting and sterilizing, to supplant their water supplies. No doubt Krux would trace them here too, so before purging the Ronin's sewage he hollowed out an icy rock then deposited the waste inside. No trace left, they folded back into hyperspace.

More remedial repairs. Thom felt like a zombie wandering from station to station, patching hull, debugging software glitches and hoping to all deities that could hear him out here that the coffee machine would keep brewing.

More small talk with Vaelia and the girls before he spent the rest of the evening in the workshop, 3d-printing spare parts and other little projects he had going on. Finally sleep took him.

Punch out alarm. Coffee. Fix FTL drive.

“The FTL drive is at twenty-eight-percent efficiency."

Fuck it; it'll do. The coffee machine needs tuning. Spent the evening watching reruns of some show about dragons with Vaelia.

Slam the snooze button. Breakfast. Watery coffee this morning. Best check that out.

“The FTL drive is at nine-percent efficiency."

Priorities. Thom did his best on the coffee machine. The FTL drive blew a capacitor. Thankfully the Farpoint crew left quite a few spares before Al and Gemini kicked them out.

“Congratulations, Thom. The FTL drive is at seventy-percent efficiency."

He chuckled, patting the bulkhead on his way out to the fore-sections. “Atta girl."

Coffee machine turned out to be a total loss though, and Thom blew it out the airlock with frustration. Thankfully there was a spare in the salvaged supplies, and Thom at least had the foresight not to chuck it out with the other more useless gear.

Hit the alarm. Something cracked. Oh, great. Don't have a spare one of those.

Yawning, Thom stretched as he dragged himself out of bed. “What's the status of the FTL drive, Al?"

“Good morning to you too."

“No pleasantries 'till coffee."

“I'm already brewing. Good news on the FTL drive. Efficiency holding at seventy-percent."

“That is good news." Thom pulled a t-shirt over his head and sighed. “What's the catch?"

“The comms array needs fixing. Diagnostics indicate a power supply problem."

Thankfully the issue was easily rectified. Thom sipped his coffee, reading the manual indicating the power supply was hot-swappable. So, donning an EVA suit, he grabbed the spare from the hold then spaced out, clunking his way across the Ronin's hull on magnetic boots.

Al had picked a nice spot to fold into real-space. They floated among the gently tumbling asteroids of an interstellar debris field. At the core of the field was a large, barren rock with just enough mass it generated a gravity field that attracted random bits of space junk since the start of time. Over those gazillion years, the field had grown into a roaming, pointless collection of rocks that theoretically, if given the right conditions, could crunch together and form a planet. But with no nearby star, what would be the point?

So, it seemed the asteroid field remained exactly that; as if aware of the pointlessness of its own existence.

Still, it made a nice hiding spot and the view was truly something to behold. An endless canvas of stars sprawled out in every direction from where Thom stood, colorful nebulae smeared space with vibrant reds or seductive cool blues. Not a sound to be heard, not a single iota of life or movement to be seen – apart from the sporadic burst of RCS fuel, correcting the Ronin's drift among the tumbling boulders.

The comms array fix was easy. Thom found the access panel, tossed the blown power supply into the void then slid the replacement into place. Green lights on the panel indicated the system was powering up, and jacking into the main computer, Thom watched the comms software boot.

Several moments later he was scanning the open subspace channels. His galactic map placed an amplifier station nearby enough for him to pick up on a radio transmission he figured was only a few days old.

But what he heard was both interesting and terrifying at the same time.

Every channel was the same. “We are getting reports of a war declaration between TAFT and the Caushae Sovereignty. Our correspondents in Geneva are indicating the declaration has been supported by the Terran Alliance Council in the wake of the Farpoint atrocity."

Details and opinions varied from newscast to newscast, but on the overall the story was quite consistent. The Caushae were unable to universally condemn the actions of the unknown assailant who destroyed Farpoint, being disjointed without proper centralized organization. The diplomatic process was muddled, and ever impatient, TAFT jumped into conflict mode.

Thom's thoughts went into a death spiral. If he hadn't crossed General Krux, she wouldn't have been led to Farpoint. The planet and its inhabitants would still be alive.

But alternatively, Jinory and her friends would more than likely be dead.

With a long sigh he dropped to the Ronin's hull and stared at the stars. “What am I doing, Al?"

“What do you mean, Thom?"

“Why did I get us in this mess? Why did I have to go acting the hero?"

“Are you thinking? I would advise against it. You might hurt yourself."

“Har-de-har." Thom rolled his eyes. “Joking aside, I am thinking. I'm thinking maybe I should give up. Maybe we should just surrender to Krux. Give her what she wants before more people get hurt."

“I would advise against that too." Al was quiet a moment. Possibly pondering. Eventually he assured Thom: “You're doing the right thing. You always do."

“But in doing the right thing people are dying. Farpoint is gone; because of me. Humanity and the Caushae are at war; because of me. Because I'm doing the right thing, but I'm failing to save everyone."

“Evil does not prevail because good men act and fail. Evil prevails because good men fail to act."

It's a strong point, one that failed to hold the smile form Thom's mouth.

“Thanks, Al." Tucking his hands behind his helmet, Thom watched the glistening cracks of static electricity lancing through the clouds of the nearest nebula. Then as the Ronin rolled and the anomaly drifted out of view, he climbed back to his feet and returned to the airlock.

Al was right. Thom had to act. He had to do something. So, with the FTL drive stable, the captain got to work.

It didn't take as much time as he expected, just an afternoon. He shut himself in his workshop, drew up plans then spooled up the 3d printers. After a few hours of trial and error he was assembling a plethora of components and finally snapped shut the rifle receiver and pushed the final pin into its locking position.

Yanking the charging lever, Thom shouldered the pulse rifle and gave the room a test sweep. His new weapon, on top of a small armory of blasters they had amalgamated, was beautifully simple, but at the same time almost as advanced as the modern service rifle employed by TAFT. The design was borrowed from a timeless ballistic rifle design, and was fed by silicon rounds tipped with feltrite, propelled down the barrel by a gravity pulse system.

On overall the thing was a little rustic. Some of the electronics didn't fit in the main body or the adjustable stock, leaving exposed ribbons of wire or circuitry stuck to the side of the receiver. The typical pulse rifle built up quite a bit of heat as well, and while modern weapons employed a self-recycling liquid cooling system, Thom's limited access to designs and materials led him down a simpler path of barrel heat mitigation. A nice heat shield to guard his hand on the fore-grip, and a whole load of thermal vanes strapped to the barrel. With a bit of counterweight in the stock he was able to balance the weapon well enough, and preliminary simulation run by Al reported accuracy, rate of fire and recoil control were well enough in the green for this weapon to qualify official certification as a commercial personal defense weapon.

The next time someone messed with him in person, Thom would be ready. Though he didn't have any delusions of grandeur about holding off a full boarding party of angry Caushae troopers, his new pulse rifle would certainly give him the edge to stand his ground for a bit.

“Makes you wish you could print more torpedoes," Al commented, making Thom chuckle as he left the workshop.

“Don't even get me started."

“I'll begin printing parts for a second pulse rifle. I'm sure Gemini would appreciate it."

Thom agreed, and trusted Al to assemble the weapon remotely when it was ready. As it stood, the hour was getting late, and his stomach was rumbling. So Thom made something light to eat, munched in peace and quiet as Sammi and the girls went about their own business, and finally treated himself to a long hot shower.

That's when the day took a painful turn. And not because some of his scrapes bruises were stinging under the hot water.

The Ronin's locker room and showers were a communal affair, for the sole purpose of keeping the prowler relatively small and thus stealthy as well as nimble. And it worked well enough under TAFT military colors with a small crew. The captain could rotate the single washing space in set times for male and female crew.

Gemini, despite her strict militaristic Lycan upbringing, wasn't quite so organized. Mind you, the blame probably lay on Thom, but being entirely honest, he'd never figured it would be a problem until Gemini walked into the shower and breezed by…

Stark bollock naked.

Thom stared straight ahead at the tiled wall across from him as the hot water cascaded down his bare back, but what had been seen could not be unseen. Burned into his retinas was the tall and athletic physique of the bare Lycan. Built like an Amazonian warrior of old Earth legends, she was gorgeous and powerful at the same time. Thom's height, easily, but arguably nicer proportions. Sleek curves, subtle bands of muscle, a trim mid-riff that indicated she could probably beat Thom in a sit-up battle, and still her wide hips and sizeable bust gave her a femininity that seemed dangerous as it was alluring.

But then danger and allure tended to go hand in hand.

As Thom considered turning and leaving as he heard Gemini turn a tap just out of his field of view, he also heard a snicker from the anthro wolf.

“Were you thinking of a past lover, or is it my naked body that has you so suddenly aroused?"

Thom scoffed, then turned to face her out of some sort of misguided defiance. “Aroused? What? Where'd you get that idea?"

As the water beat her slender frame and soaked her fur, Gemini flashed him a smirk over her shoulder. “Your erection, Thom."

“W-… gah!" His hands slipped off his hips to cover his rigid privates and he whipped about on the spot. “I have no idea what you're talking about."

“It's alright. I'm really quite flattered you're attracted to me. Though also a little disappointed at your lack of self-control."

“Well, it's… y'know. It's been a while."

“Since you last mated?"

“Since I've been in close proximity to a naked woman."

“Yes, I can tell." Gemini stepped out from under the shower and walked up to his back, forcing Thom to turn around before she ripped away his hands.

“What are you… oh God!"

Before Thom could think of defending himself, Gemini squatted down before him, breathing in his musk. The cold wet of her nose against the crown, then the hot huff of air she exhaled took Thom by complete surprise and he throbbed hard, erection dancing before the woman's eyes.

She smiled up at him. “I can definitely tell you haven't been with a woman for a long time. Lycan women have a way of telling how long young males haven't spilled their seed." She gave the crown a little lick and Thom squirmed again.

He wasn't sure if the gorgeous anthro wolf squatting down with her face against his dick was arousing or intimidating, considering Gemini's business-like demeanor. But he wasn't about to move away. Instead he watched intently, wondering what would happen next.

“I bet it's a cool party trick, but right no-… whoah, okay!"

Before he could finish, Gemini opened wide and slid her hot muzzle down over his cock, enveloping the entire length in one go. The head touched the back of her throat, while her tongue caressed his shaft tenderly with a light suckling action. The warm, slippery flesh of her mouth made Thom's head spin and he would have lost his balance were it not for Gemini holding him in place.

Gemini didn't seem to have a gag reflex, her tongue slipping out between the shaft and her lower lip to cup Thom's balls. He felt almost an inch of his cock disappear into her constrictive gullet, the woman swallowing to massage the tip wetly. It was all too much too quickly, and with one hand gripping the shower wall for balance and the other tangling his fingers in her hair approvingly, Thom rolled his hips forward and came long, dizzying ropes of seed down her throat.

She gulped hard without surprise, as if she'd been expecting the load. Not a drop was wasted, and Gemini seemed to make a point of swallowing it all hungrily. Then she cleaned up after herself, pulling her head back and cleaning the length with long, skillful licks with her broad tongue.

Thom was already going soft in her hand while Gemini cleaned up, and he figured no amount of suckling was going to get him hard again.

“I would have to guess you haven't been with a woman for years," Gemini stated. “Two?"

He wondered what gave it away; his refusal to tell her to stop, or the fact he'd finished so quickly. “Uh… yeah. That sounds about right."

She licked her lips. “It's been the same for myself, in fact."

Thom chuckled. “What, like, two years since you've been with a woman?"

“And three years since I've been with a male," she added as-a-matter-of-factly.

Thom had to rewind and replay that in his head. And when he did, realizing the implications of the statement, he couldn't help imagining Gemini pinning another woman to the bed – Vaelia in this particular example for no particular reason – before sliding down until her face was level with her partner's crotch, then licking the other woman into a shuddering wet stupor.

Despite having spent only moments ago, Thom's cock went from flaccid to hard in a second.

So far, Gemini had been pretty austere. A quiet professional warrior with barely a shred of patience for bullshit. So when Thom spotted that pleased, lusty glint in her eyes it took him by surprise.

Opening her mouth again, sticking her tongue out for added effect, Gemini slid him into her muzzle once more. And this time Thom didn't erupt mere seconds after. This time Gemini had the opportunity to roll out all her stops.

Not an inch of his manhood was left unloved. Every part was caressed with licks and laps. She sucked him into his throat and swallowed to massage the head lovingly before bobbing her head rapidly, her wet lips slippery across the shaft while her tongue swirled the tip all at once.

All the while she seemed to enjoy herself immensely. Over the suckling gagging noises of his cock plugging her mouth, he heard as well as felt a soft rumbling moan escape her throat, muffled by the length of meat about which she pursed her lips. There were soft slippery slaps of fingers on flesh and Thom only had to glance down to make note of how Gemini's eyes were blissfully shut and her fingers disappeared between her thighs.

Not that her mouth was in any way unpleasant, Thom almost wanted to offer her a little reprieve. Maybe he could lay down on the shower floor, give her something to squat on?

Bringing it up at this point turned out too late though as Gemini's tongue worked Thom up to a second orgasm. This one was no less powerful than the previous one though. He blasted the roof of her muzzle with several long spurts, thrusting forward as he did. Gemini held still and almost encouragingly moved his hands onto the back of her head as he thrust forward, fucking her mouth in earnest as he came across her tongue.

When finally the last wave of thick seed glazed her muzzle, Gemini gulped the lot down, then pulled back, smacking her lips with a long, satisfied “aaaahhh~!"

As Thom was catching his breath, she stood, scanning the human with a half-lidded expression and tenderly licking the fingers she'd used to pleasure herself.

“I haven't had fun like that in a while. Thank you, Thom."

“Don't mention it," he panted softly, eyes fixed on the way her ass swayed from side to side while Gemini left.

Gathering his thoughts and wondering if all that had actually happened, Thom finished cleaning up and dressed. Maybe he'd just blacked out in the shower and fantasized about Gemini?

It turned out not to be the case… or the blackout fantasy just wasn't over yet.

Thom was making his way to his quarters for some well-deserved rest when the light rat-tat-tat of heels and a small voice caught up to him.

“Thom!" Taenya called. “Thom, do you have a moment?"

The young Maluse woman sounded winded from her short run. She'd clearly been looking frantically for him, and Thom wondered if there was trouble. Before he could ask though, he turned on the spot and almost choked on a breath.

Whatever business Taenya had with him, it was so urgent she had barely dressed. The anthro mouse was clad – though barely – in a tiny kimono that fell open just enough at the front to only barely cover her nipples and show off a little of her trim mid-riff. The sleeves were long enough to cover her hands, while the bottom of the kimono barely served as a skirt. The slightest breeze would be enough to reveal what color panties she was wearing; if she wore any at all.

Not unusual for Taenya, she wore a pair of strappy high heeled sandals that Thom usually suspected she opted for to gain a few inches in height. Even then, she only stood up to about his chest, and with this chosen outfit the whole ensemble came across as sexy rather than prudent.

Thom gulped as he did a double take. “Wh—what is it?"

Taenya snatched up his hand and tugged him back the way she had come. “It's Jinory. She needs to see you immediately."

“I was just about to…" he pointed at his quarters, but Taenya cut him off, unusually forceful.

“It's important, I promise."

Moments later they were standing outside the Caushae princess' quarters, Taenya's hands on the small of his back pressing slightly. Thom literally had no choice but to knock. The answer was almost immediate, as if Jinory had been idling inside the whole time waiting for exactly this moment.

Thom's brain crashed and refused to boot up as he stood before the totally naked princess.

Jinory was a stunning young woman as one might expect of a Caushae princess. Every inch of her perfect body was mind numbing when she was wearing clothes. Now that Thom was treated to the sight of what lay teased beneath the scant dresses she usually wore, all his senses seemed to shut down.

Her pose didn't help much either, one hand resting on the door frame, the other on her cocked hip to draw even more attention to the flow of her hourglass body.

“Finally!" she called, smiling. “I've been waiting for you, Thom. Come in. We have something to discuss."

She grabbed a handful of Thom's shirt, and with Taenya pushing from behind they forced him inside and shut the door behind.

Before he knew it, he was on the foot of the bed, Jinory pushing him until he landed flat on his back. Her slender hand pressing on his chest, the Caushae feline sat up over him.

“We just wanted to let you know we're extremely appreciative of everything you're doing for us. The others might not show it…"

Thom rolled his eyes. If only she actually knew.

“But I wanted to thank you… intimately," Jinory finished saying with a saucy little smile.

“You've bee working so hard lately. We thought we'd help you relax," Taenya added.

Glancing over he saw Taenya pull open the sash holding her kimono shut, and with a light shrug the breezy silk slid from her body. Underneath she was just as stunning as Jinory, though smaller but with similar sleek proportions. Long legs, curvy hips and a rather nice bust.

Too small to slide his erection between, Thom noted to a light bit of shame for his perverted mind, but rather inviting all the same.

She was biting her lip excitedly as she sauntered over, her long whiplash tail whipping from side to side with the sway of her petite hips.

She didn't crawl onto Thom like Jinory. Instead, keeping her high heels on so she remained a little elevated, she doubled over and rubbed her face in his lap. Her slender fingers worked open Thom's pants with the dexterity expected of a handmaiden who helped a princess in and out of dresses all day. At the same time Jinory slid down to join her handmaiden in his lap while her hands worked Thom's rapidly hardening length out of its cloth prison.

He wasn't quite hard yet, but the duo would see to that soon enough. Jinory placing a few tender licks at the base with her rough tongue, Taenya straightened just enough to pop the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the sensitive flesh.

Thom tensed immediately and fought the urge to thrust deeper into the mouse's mouth. Mostly because he was afraid of accidentally breaking the petite woman. But it seemed Taenya didn't need his caution.

Inhaling sharply, she sucked him deep, taking his cock into the back of her throat… then deeper and deeper, inch by wonderful inch. She didn't have as much as a muzzle as Gemini, so when she sucked him in she took him right into her tight little throat. And without a gag or complaint, just a throaty, wet gulp she took him all the way until her lips were pursed about the base.

Thom watched in amazement as his cock vanished down the little Maluse girl's throat and stayed vanished for several protracted moments. She kept swallowing, the powerful muscles wet and slippery massaging his length, milking several helpings of precum from the human before she eased back again.

Lapping up the slippery sheen of saliva Taenya left on his shaft, Jinory raked her tongue up along the underside of the human member. The contrast of textures was amazing, Jinory's rough feline tongue working the middle while Taenya, soft and warm focused on the sensitive top.

Working as one as if reading each other's minds, the pair lifted their mouths from Thom's member and straightened. Taenya then lay on her back beside Thom, with Jinory spreading her legs wide on her own and crawling on top, sitting on hands and knees. Squatting down the princess then pressed the swollen and aroused lips of her pussy tight onto Taenya's and wagged her hips at Thom.

“As grateful as we are, you can't just lay there, Thom," she cooed teasingly. “You have to work for it."

Taenya giggled as Thom jumped to his feet a little more eagerly than he'd intended. But now he stood over the two gorgeous alien women, he had an important decision to make.

“Make your decision quickly," Jinory sang teasingly, making Thom snort.

“Don't rush me woman," he growled, and decided that just for that the princess was going to have to wait.

Leaning forward, he lined up to the tighter opening and pressed into Taenya. The Maluse girl squealed in the happiest sort of way as her walls were spread wide about the invading cock. Her whole body squirmed to fit around him, and clawing at the bed sheets Taenya dragged herself down against Thom's hips.

The human had to grit his teeth and clench. He'd never been with a woman so tight before. Her body was like a soft wet vice that convulsed across every inch of his member as he almost completely hilted into her. He bottomed out inside her with almost an inch of cock to spare, the crown kissing the limit of Taenya's core with a light bump.

Taenya threw her head back in response and wrapped her legs around Thom's waist as if to hold him in place. At the same time her body shook as if she was having a seizure, hips thrusting back and forth as the tremors rippled up her spine, through her shoulders and down to her fingertips. Her mouth was agape, gasping for breath after breath as if working up to a sneeze that would never come.

“Aawww," Jinory teased, narrowing her eyes. “You'd just leave a princess hanging like tha- huh!?"

She was interrupted as Thom hooked his arms under her thighs and lifted her against him. Her light feline frame was easy to manipulate, and he didn't stop thrusting into Taenya as he pressed his mouth to Jinory's quim. He drank in her wonderful scent of her excitement for just a moment before probing his tongue between the surprised Caushae's tender lips, lapping vigorously up and down over her wet opening and her excited clit.

“O-oh! Ohhh, my stars~!" Jinory cried out loud enough Thom was fairly sure her voice would carry into the rest of the ship. “That's new. Nobody's e-ever… wooooooowww~!" she finished on a shudder, eyes rolling in the back of her head as a small line of drool fell from the corner of her smile.

Taenya wasn't exactly quiet either as Thom rocked his hips forward, hilting into her again and again. The little anthro mouse could only hold on to the princess tightly as she undulated back and forth with Thom's smooth thrusts, her breasts bouncing lightly as each forward motion kissed her innermost depths tenderly. She'd never been so full in her life and loved every sharp slam of his thick cock spearing her body. None of the words bubbling from her mouth made much sense, and quickly she silenced herself by pressing her mouth against Jinory's.

Her screams were muffled through their tongues wrestling one another, and Taenya's orgasm erupted all across Thom's cock a moment later. He felt her tight walls ripple and squeeze to hold him in place, while hot wave after hot wave of femcum gushed all down his crotch.

Taenya was still drawing shuddering, moaning breaths as Thom slipped from her body with a wet pop and let Jinory back down to her hands and knees. But the princess didn't get much reprieve as his tongue was quickly replaced by his member slipping into her warm, dripping folds.

Jinory squealed much like Taenya did, eagerly rocking back to meet Thom's thrusts. She wasn't as tight as the mouse girl, rather snug and comfortable, like soft wet velvet forming a nice glove. There was no holding back and he quickly worked up to fucking her in earnest. The way Jinory vigorously made out with her handmaiden, while at the same time rocked back and forth to thrust her shapely ass against his hips again and again added a sort of animalistic frenzy to their lovemaking. Ironically, thrusting into the handmaiden who should have been a vigorous commoner had been slow and passionate. And now he was doing a princess who was shaping up to be something of an energetic nympho.

Thom silently thanked Gemini for her treatment earlier. It had done wonders for his stamina, as his stubborn body refused to yield even through Jinory's climax. Still, as the princess fell to a shaking wet orgasm next, he could feel a tightness building in the base of his length, a craving to just keep going at the same frantic pace until he met that satisfying release.

He was a bit disappointed as Jinory arched her back and slid off his cock, but it didn't last long.

Moving the same choreographed precision as before, the girls dropped to their knees and put their mouths on him. Though not like before, where Taenya worked the head and Jinory the shaft. This time they continued kissing, their tongues lashing and battling each other, with Thom's length trapped between.

Their lips each partially wrapped about his crown and their tongues each doing their work did the trick nicely, and Thom could barely hold back. One hand resting in Jinory's hair, while the other lovingly caressed Taenya's cheek, Thom clenched, then came between them. The first long rope missed both women entirely and splattered across the foot of Jinory's bed.

The princess was quick to preposition from there, wrapping her lips around the head and greedily gulping down the next two streams.

Taenya took over next, forcefully pushing Jinory back. One rope escaped her, splashing her lips and cheek before she managed to stick out her tongue and let the last vestiges of Thom's seed run into her mouth.

Both women gulped down their salty treats and gently worshipped the softening cock between their faces, nuzzling and licking in a hope to bring his erection back to life. But if Thom was to be entirely honest, if they even managed to get him up again, next time he might just cum a puff of dust.

“That was delicious," Taenya cooed, and Jinory nodded in agreement.

“We should catch our breath before we go again." She perched herself delicately on the edge of the bed and unabashedly spread her legs, revealing a fresh torrent of slippery excitement trickling from her cleft. “I'm still quite hungry."

Thom coughed, stumbling backwards before pulling up his pants. “Ah-heh. Well, if that was just round one, excuse me while I get a glass of water."

Before either the princess or handmaiden could say anything more, Thom bailed wide eyed from the room muttering “nope-nope-nope-nope" under his breath.

He hadn't been with a woman in ages, and now he was on a ship packed full of alien hotties intent on killing him with sex… though maybe not intentionally, he was starting to feel I might just happen anyway.

Figuring they could find him in his quarters, and then for a goof Al might just override the door locks if asked, Thom decided there might only be one place he could be safe. He had to seek out allies, and currently on the Ronin there was only be one.

Thom delved into the engineering deck, then crept up the stairs to the main control booth where Sammi had made his temporary quarters. The lapin had his own quarters, sure. But with the amount of time he spent in engineering he'd set himself up with a hammock, some pillows to make a makeshift couch and a screen behind which he typically dressed.

That was where Thom found Sammi, his dark silhouette cast on the hazy partition with what looked like his usual attire draped over the top.

“Don't mind me, dude. I just need somewhere to hide," Thom announced as he crossed the room, glancing suspiciously about in case any of the girls were hiding in the dark corners, then threw himself onto the pile of cushions.

The area was littered with candy wrappers where Sammi had been snacking in solitude, a few empty soda cans in the mix between the few clothes sloppily scattered about. He was such a typical guy when it came to his living space – not that Thom's quarters were any neater.

“Thom?" Sammi called out in that familiar scratchy tone of his. The silhouette paused and there seemed to be an attempt to peek around the screen. “Wh-what… uh… why are you hiding?"

“Nothing major," Thom said, then instantly reconsidered. “Well, actually, it's pretty major. Between us guys, I think your friends want to fuck me to death."

“Is that right?"

“Yeah. I mean not to brag but Gemini jumped me in the shower. Then Taenya and Jinory came up with a plot to lure me to their quarters. Then they jumped me at the same time."

Sammi was quiet for a moment and Thom eased back a little more. “It's not like I would normally complain, but everyone piling on to me at the same time seems a bit much."

“Well, you are a good looking guy. Maybe they're all finally got sick of waiting. I know I am… sick of waiting I mean."

Thom had to replay that comment a few times in his head before he frowned and sat up a little straighter. “Um… say that again?"

“You're a handsome guy," Sammi said, a little more huskily now and Thom spotted how his silhouette straightened out some of his clothes before edging around the screen. “And I've been hoping to catch you like this for a while now."

“Whoa, Sammi, pump the brakes my man. I'm flattered but I'm not into…" Thom didn't get to finish the sentence as Sammi moved into view on the click of high heels.

This was not the usual alien lapin Thom was used to seeing. Gone was the slouching young lad with miserable expression and baggy clothes in angsty colors. In his place, she stood with her shoulders back and her body revealed with the feminine confidence of a lingerie model – fitting as she was at the same time decked out in lingerie.

“… guys," Thom finished saying as he looked Sammi up and down realising the anthro rabbit was in fact a woman.

Sammi was fully decked out like that girl trying to set her nails into Mister Right after a first date. Her body was on display in the best possible way, pale fur groomed, her long floppy ears slicked back and rather professionally applied make up on her face. There was a slight hint of red blush on her cheeks, with deep crimson decorating her lips and black eyeliner framing her green eyes.

The rest of attire was similarly doll-like. She wore red tinted tights with dark red hold-ups, a garter belt with no sign of panties anywhere though her cleft was hidden the way she cocked one leg over the other in a sexy pose. She had glossy red pumps on her feet, silky gloves covering her forearms up to the elbows, a frilly choker around her throat and a bra that did literally nothing to hide her hard pink nipples from view. It in fact did little more than add a bit more of a feminine curvature to her breasts.

Though she was as flat as a Maluse tomboy, Sammi still had all the right curves in all the right places. Long slim legs curving out into wide hips that tapered to a trim mid-section, all these delicious features on her trim flexible body were always hidden under such baggy clothes. That along with her scratchy voice all led Thom to wrongfully believe her to be a guy, and he felt kind of bad, because underneath she was an incredibly sexy sight.

Especially after dressing nice and dolling up.

“It's lucky I was playing dress-up when you stumbled in. I don't really get to dress nice, working with machines and all," she said with a little smile. “I'll forgive you for thinking I was a guy as a result… on one condition of course."

Thom gulped as Sammi, previously a slouch who'd shuffled everywhere with a boyish swagger, now worked her high heels with practiced ease as she strutted forward with an alluring sway in her hips. She dropped to her knees at his feet, then with the same sensual and seductive moves crawled forward until her face touched his. Her furry cheek brushed his skin and her lips, slick and glossy touched his for the briefest of moments.

“W-what's that then?" Thom stammered, making Sammi smile a little.

“You'll see," she whispered, finally closing the gap.

Thom should have been irritated on realizing Sammi was another chick trying to get into his pants… but he couldn't. she tasted sweet, smelled amazing and looked… Sammi didn't have to try anything. She was in his pants before he knew it.

He'd cum three times in maybe less than an hour, and still the way Sammi pressed against him, probed his mouth with her tongue and filled his senses with her arousing scent, Thom felt another erection strain against his pants.

While she made out with him, Sammi scooted closer, her hard nipples pressing through Thom's shirt and her hands roaming down across his stomach and to his belt. A few tugs later it came loose, the zip was open, and he felt her slender digits sliding into his shorts and wrapping around his rigid member.

She was incredibly gentle despite pinning Thom down. But then she didn't need to hold him much. The tenderness of her lips on his, the roaming hands teasing up and down his length and the amazing sight of her assembled outfit was enough to make sure Thom wouldn't want to squirm away.

As she was kissing him, she edged closer still, her bare crotch hovering just above Thom's as her firm grip held him in place. Inch by inch she sank down until Thom felt the hot lips of her pussy kiss his crown, and he mimicked her soft gasp as Sammi pressed boldly further. A fat drop of her arousal drooled down the underside of his shaft as her opening swallowed the head of his cock, flesh parting and yielding to suck him in. Thom had to clench and grunted into Sammi's mouth as her canal enveloped him on all sides, gripping his erection bit by bit as she continued to sink onto his lap.

Before long she had all of him in her tight body, every wonderful inch with his head pressed firmly into her core. She was taller than Taenya, sure. But Sammi was just as tight all the same. Her vice-like grip didn't let up in the slightest, and she had to grip his shoulders to pull herself up, sliding out a few inches before falling back down with a wet slap of skin on fur.

She set her nails into his shirt and tightened her lips against his, whimpering into the kiss before rising and falling again. Slowly and steadily she kept going, sensually riding the human cock like a woman finally united with her long-time crush. Sammi was in no hurry. She took her time, savoring every inch that stretched out her yoni with quiet, sweet moans.

Her lips fell from Thom's with a small smack, her voice the same raspy kind of tone, but laced with a womanly pleasure that was sweet to the ears.

“Oh, stars~. Th-that's… that's sooooooo~ good!" Taking a shuddering gasp, she pressed her forehead to Thom's, but didn't for a moment let her stop riding his lap, beginning to gyrate her hips to a similar rhythm as her rise and fall. “It's been so long… so long since I've been with a guy not covered in engine grease looking for a quick lay."

Her arms slid around Thom's neck as his hands up her thighs and gently pressed on her hips, helping her rise slowly, then fall more sharply in a quick thrust that made Sammi yelp with pleasure. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head as she began to increase the pace.

'Slap-slap-slap!'

The wet sounds of her cleft wrapping about the base of his cock with increased vigor started to dominate the air in the room, rising an octave above even Sammi's moans. Thom felt her clench, tightening her tunnel even further before a hot, wet warmth exploded across his sensitive member. Sammi didn't stop riding though, rolling her hips back and forth with every thrust as she keened shakily at the ceiling.

Something came over Thom in that instance. Some ancient primal part of his brain activated and Thom tightened his grip on Sammi's slim waist. As her legs began to weaken, the human took over efforts, lifting her up then pulling her down, rolling his hips to add more power to the thrusts. Sammi was already at the heights of orgasm, but Thom wanted to give her more. He didn't know why though. Was it some sort of attempt at repentance for thinking she was a guy this whole time?

Regardless, Thom kept going at her, even as Sammi was in the throes of orgasm. Her voice rose higher, her moans were longer and more breathless. The slaps of his cock ravaging her depths increased in pace as he jack-hammered into her again and again, ruthlessly fucking the anthro rabbit like… well, a rabbit really.

Sammi was still cumming over a dozen thrusts later, throwing her head back and squealing though gritted teeth. And with a contorted expression of rapture she finally let go and squirted. Jets of her creamy femcum doused Thom's crotch, ran down his balls and left a sizeable wet patch on the cushions below them. Sammi at the same time managed to hold fast against Thom's thrusts, her whole body trapped in a series of seizure-like tremors.

And before they settled, she managed to blurt out: “Cum on me."

It came out in a husky whisper that took Thom entirely by surprise. “Cum on me," she repeated. “I want to feel you on me. All over my face."

Thom had no idea where to even begin. This seemed to be Sammi's fetish though, and she took over. Rising off his cock, she scooted down until her face was level with his cock. Her lower body still seemed numb, hips mindlessly twitching against the floor as her legs seemed sprawled open awkwardly. She made no attempt to fix herself though, instead gripping Thom's member and eagerly stroking up and down. Her silky glove was lubricated by her wet climax, and it didn't take long for Thom to feel the familiar churn of an orgasm in the base of his stem.

Like before, he tried to hold back, but there was no stopping the torrent thanks to Sammi's frantic tugs. He throbbed in her hand, and she seemed to know what was about to happen. Positioning her face and opening her mouth, she let out a contented sigh as the first rope of cum connected with her eyelid, draped across her lashes and drew a long pearly line across the fur on her cheek. The second stream reached up over her long ears and drew down her forehead. Another went across her nose, lips, and some spilled into her mouth where she licked it up eagerly.

Thom had no idea where the rest of it went. His vision blurred for a second, and when he came down from the orgasmic bliss, Sammi was a mess. Her mascara was running dark streaks down her cheeks, there were smudges in her lipstick where she'd kissed him so vigorously, and a thick glaze of cum painted her face.

At that recursively satisfying moment, seeing Sammi's lingerie dirtied by her own cum and her makeup smeared by his, Thom heard a familiar voice.

“Sammi, can you fix my tablet-…" Vaelia stopped dead in the doorway, her tablet in one hand and a shocked expression on her face. She remained framed there, looking Sammi and Thom up and down, eyes lingering on Thom's cock in Sammi's hand and the cum smearing her friend's face.

Standing there, beak agape, Vaelia could only manage to blink.

Thom quickly cleared his throat. “Hi. How are you this evening?"

She seemed ready to answer out of sheer habit, but caught herself and without saying anything, she rigidly turned on the spot and left with a furious blush showing through on her cheeks.

Oddly, Thom was relieved. With everything that had happened this evening, he half expected Vaelia to drop her pants and jump in for a go herself. Not that Thom would have strictly minded if she did. He just would have had to tell her to give him some time to catch his breath first.

Either way, it seemed on a ship full of hot alien chicks all clambering over each other to have sex with him, Vaelia at least seemed to be a neutral party.

Thom froze, realizing what he'd just thought about a neutral party – his ponderings almost interrupted by Sammi who was nuzzling his flaccid privates as if willing some life back into the wonderful new toy she'd discovered.

A neutral faction, he thought again.

An idea suddenly sprang to mind.

*****{{~~~}}*****

When Krux emerged from the shower, she was greeted by a blinking call light on her private terminal. She'd set the console to silent, so there was no telling how long the call had been waiting, but if the caller were persistent it was no doubt important.

Wrapping a towel about herself, the feline crossed her quarters and accepted the call. The screen was instantly filled with the face of her XO, and she was clad the camera on her side was framed on her face.

“Report," she demanded tersely.

“We have an incoming call from Thom Crichton," the Caushae on screen reported, catching Krux's attention immediately.

A flash of heat between her thighs threatened to draw the attention of her fingers, but the general held her composure. The audacity of that human! Surely he knew they could track him? Or maybe he just didn't care. Had he finally folded. Was he ready to hand over Krux's prey and join her collection of crew?

The XO not noticing the spark of sudden lust in his general's eyes continued: “We've attempted to track the the source of the signal to the Starcast Ronin, however progress is slow. He's bouncing through several beacons, some private and encrypted, others public and rife with cross-traffic."

Clever boy. Krux couldn't keep the little smirk off her lips, as she nodded. “Keep trying. Patch him through to me in the meantime."

The XO nodded firmly and the screen changed. When the visage of Thom Crichton appeared in her XO's stead, Krux smiled, and subconsciously tugged the towel a little lower down her bust, wishing the camera framed a little more than just her face.

“Is this a bad time? I really hope this is a bad time."

“I always have time for you, Mister Crichton."

“Captain," he corrected shortly.

“I assume you are calling to negotiate the terms of your surrender?" Krux asked.

He shook his head. “No. I'm calling to make a promise. I calling to let you know that I'm going to fuck you."

Krux's smile widened a little and she lifted a slender eyebrow. “Perhaps my Sol Common is not totally up to scratch. Why should I be anything but excited by this sudden proposal?"

Thom rolled his eyes. “Not in the erotic sense you philistine. I'm going to mess you up, preferably blowing up your ship before I punch you in the freakin' nose."

That made her laugh. “And how, pray tell, are you going to manage that? I'm the most feared Caushae in the galaxy. No Sovereignty reformists will stand against me. Lycans would sooner blow you into space dust than speak with you. And TAFT? Oh, that's right; they're a little per-occupied chasing their tails, as usual."

“I admit, my options aren't great. But I got one more."

“The Aliance Council?" Krux suppressed another mocking laugh. “You think a collection of politically neutral peacekeeping pansies will save you?"

Thom shrugged. “Maybe not save. But they'll certainly write you an angry letter and make your feel all bad about yourself."

Krux leaned in, her face and tone turning more serious now. “Make no mistake. Nothing will keep me from my prize. I will have Princess Jinory Azon. And if I must, I will burn everything you know."

Now was Thom's turn to smirk. “Joke's on you, turd-blossom. Because I don't know anything."

The screen went blank an instant later, Thom realising too late he could have ended the call a little more cleverly.