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Following her night with Karen-X, Admiral Maya was on the bridge as the fleet came out of hyperspace.

The planet before them was barely habitable, but there was little choice. The fleet had to put down somewhere for major repairs, and this was as good a place as any.

A military funeral had been held for the fallen, their countries anthems (and the Aces rallying tune) played slowly, Maya folded the flags and presented them to the captains, the autocannons fired, and the bodies were launched into space.

Following the funeral, the ships prepared to land.

Maya sent the smaller Lee class ships down first, and then the captured Xian ship. After that she set about the grueling task of directing Excalibur in to a safe landing. Landing the massive ship was a tricky proposition when everything was working properly. As it was, it was downright crazy...but she didnt have a choice. Thankfully for once, it went without a hitch, and once safely on the ground, Maya ordered the mining ship down as well.

While the mining ship set about extracting and refining the raw materials needed for the repairs, much to the pilots' disdain, Maya reinstituted combat patrols. Though thankfully in smaller numbers with greater frequency of rotation.

First up was Tom, Sarah, and Yuri. They would fly into orbit, and ride out their shift conserving fuel and waiting to see if XSS Destroyer showed up. Then return and the next group would take their place.

Most people were pitching tents, taking advantage of the chance for shore leave, but not Admiral Maya. Not yet anyway.

Meanwhile, Admiral Maya was in her ready room. She'd gotten her mother's old fountain pen out of storage, and requisitioned a stack of fine vellum paper from the C.S.S. Lee, and was about to start writing letters to the families of the six hundred who didnt make it home, when Tina walked in. She could have simply typed them up on her computer and printed them, but that felt too impersonal.

"Admiral, you have a minute?" Tina asked.

"Shure 'nuff." Maya said.

"Its about the repair estimate." Tina said. "The damage is worse than we thought. Its going to take at least two months."

"An' what's Karen's estimate." Maya asked.

"That is Karen's estimate." Tina said. "I think we need four months minimum but Karen -both of them- insist we can do it in two. And you know the new one wants to completely redesign the engines?"

"Know it, Ah approved it." Maya said. "Ah know Ah shoulda informed ya sooner, but we need this."

"As I've been telling you for the past two years, Admiral." Tina said.

"Ah know. S' jus we couldn' afford that luxury till we dealt with X." Maya said. " 's the status a' the fleet?"

"The Lee Class ships will be repaired within a month, but the alien ship will take six weeks, and the mining ship...gods...her engines are in worse shape than ours. Ten weeks minimum. And those are Karen's estimates too."

"Alrahgt git on it." Maya said. "Dismissed."

When Tina left, Maya finally set about her task. Using her mother's fountain pen, and the best ink in the fleet she set about writing letters of condolences to each of the families of the six hundred who gave their lives in the battle for X. Each one was carefully personalized in a manner Maya felt would bring comfort to those who recieved it, and each was signed proudly ; "Adm. Maya Dawn, Mercenary Starship Excalibur" and stamped with the Avenging Aces (Y) official seal.

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One week later..........

Despite the chilly weather not being the best for water activities, Hank had borrowed an inflatible ''zodiac'' boat from the C.S.S. Stonewall Jackson, and had gotten a few gallons of fuel the mining ship had refined having struck oil in the process of extracting materials needed for repairs. and now he, Mike, and Erika were taking his and Karen's and Mike and Erika's pups fishing. Well some of them anyway. The younger ones had to stay inside the ships where it was warm. Hank would have asked Tom to join him, but his old friend and sworn brother was flying combat patrol at tne moment. Nonetheless he'd taken Tom Jr along anyway. Karen was busy with repairs as well.

The boats, and a vacuum-sealed container of fuel were normally packed into escape pods, in the event of the pod making planetfall in the water.

"Alright, this looks like a good spot." Hank said. He shut down the engine and began handing out the poles he and Mike had made from tree branches of some kind.

"We're a long way from Earth. Do you really think we'll catch anything." Mike asked. He opened a beer and handed one to Hank as he said it.

"Possibly." Hank said. "But trying is half the fun anyway."

"Agreed." Mike said.

"Just because this planet has no intelligent life does not mean it is lifeless." Hank's son Jack said. "There's oil here, that means there is life here, or there was at some point, anyway."

"Here, like this." Mike was showing Erika. "Hold it like that, and just sort of flip it out there. Now just watch the floating stick to see if anything messes with the line."

"Mike, beer me!" Tom Jr called out. He'd been fishing with his dad once, before the Xian war, so he knew what it was all about.

Mike handed the kuvasz hybrid a beer, then put his own line in the water and sat down next to Erika.

Once Hank had finished helping the others, he did the same.

Watching them, one would find it somewhat amusing. A starship captain, comm officer, and fighter pilot taking their pups fishing on an alien world. But it was also peaceful. A welcome respit from the burden of the war. Hank didn't have patrol duty until in the morning, so he was thankful for that as well.

Even so, it was a bit surprising when they actually caught something.

Erika's daughter Kelsie freaked out and nearly dropped her pole in the water when she felt a hard tug on the line. Thankfully Tom Jr was close enough to grab it and help her pull it in while Mike explained that was what was supposed to happen.

With the brawny Kuvasz hybrid's muscular arm helping her, Kelsie finally pulled in a fat smooth rounded looking fish weighing a good ten pounds or so. It didn't really look like any fish any of them had ever seen, though the slimy skin reminded Mike and Hank of Louisiana catfish.

Mike put Kelsie's fish in an empty cooler filled with water, and they soon got back to relaxing.

"I wonder if it fries up like catfish?" Mike asked.

"We're gonna eat it?" Tom Jr asked. "Dad hates fish so we always did catch and release."

"If Doc Natalie says its edible, yes." Erika said.

They kept at it, and before long everyone had caught several of the strange fish, and Hank even pulled in a huge strange looking turtle they all hoped tasted like snapper. Even Tom would appreciate that."

By the time Hank started the engine and they headed back to shore it was already starting to get dark. A campfire and LED floodlights provided the necessary illumination while Hank and Mike processed the fish and turtle. Doc Natalie had scanned the a few of the fish, and the turtle beforehand, and ran a few tests on the meat, before saying "Aye lad its edible. I canna say what it will taste like but there be no trace a' anything harmful."

Hearing that, Mike requisitioned some lard from Excalibur's farm deck, and then set about frying up the fish and turtle. He knew it would take a while, but they all had some more beers while he worked, and Karen -Hank's Karen, joined them just as it was finished. Karen-X was still working of course, and Karen was just taking a break to eat and sleep, but still it was nice.

Tom joined them moments later.

"Where's the Admiral?" Mike said. "I was hoping she'd join us."

"She'll be along later." Tom said taking the beer Mike offered, popping the top and hungrily chugging it as though he were parched. "Got a lot of letters to write. "

"Yeah." Mike said. "I guess sometimes it sucks being the Admiral."

"Well while you were up there goofing off with Sarah and Yuri we caught a lot of fish, and a turtle thing Hank said you would like." Erika told Tom. She was dishing out the food Mike had cooked, and handed him a plate of fried turtle as she spoke.

"Tastes like snapper, you'll love it." Mike said. He'd sampled a bit while cooking, but waited to eat with everyone else.

"Thanks." Tom said. "And we weren't goofing off up there, Erika. We were flying combat patrol."

"You pilots are always showing off." Erika said playfully. "Where is Sarah anyway."

"She went to bed in her cabin. Says she'll pitch a tent tomorrow." Tom said. "You know how beagles hate the cold."

He paused then; "Yuri's busy helping captain Poloniev, but he'll be flying with you in the morning Hank. So will Kelly."

"That's good." Hank said. "Should be an interesting few hours."

"You know, we blue-nose pits dont particularly care for the cold either." Erika said. "But I'm out here. So what's Sarah's real excuse?"

"Dana." Tom said.

"My first officer?" Mike asked. "What about her?"

"She and Sarah are dating." Tom said. "At least thats the scuttlebutt in the pilots' locker room."

"I'm not surprised." Karen said, taking the plate Mike offered. "Dana tried to ask me out once, so I know she likes bitches."

Once everyone finally had their plates, they all began eating, and Tom commented; "Mmm mmm That really does taste like Cajun-fried snapper."

"And I thought you lost your taste for human food." Hank said with a laugh. "But this really is delicious, Mike."

"I have, for the most part." Tom talked with his mouth full, savoring the taste as he spoke. "But some things you never forget."

"Thanks." Mike commented between bites. "I was gonna open a Cajun restaraunt before I got drafted to command the Jackson."

"You certainly have the talent for it, honey." Erika said.

"Ohh Gods! that's good." Karen remarked. "So wonderfully spicy too. I'll be paying for it later but Gods! I can't get enough."

"That means we all will. " Mike said.

"Yeah...Not that I'm complaining, I like the smell personally princess." Tom remarked. "Hot bunking like we did on that rock a while back, and all."

"Oh please, you know that was Maya." Hank said.

"It was me, my love." Karen admitted. "I am sorry but sometimes...."

"No worries princess, we've all done it in our sleep occasionally." Hank said. "I'm not that sort of fetishist, but I could huff yours all day, my love."

Mike kept refilling their plates, and everyone kept eating until they were all too ''ticked'' to possibly eat another bite, and then as Mike was about to take the leftovers to the repair crews working through the night, Admiral Maya showed up and finished off what was left. "Job's done." she said simply, cracking open a beer which she then proceeded to expertly tip into her canine muzzle. "Mah hand's crampin somethin awful but 's worth it."

"Six hundred hand-written letters in one week. That must be a record." Tom said.

"Ah aint slept much, jus' powernapped an' kept workin." Maya said. "An' the food was delicious, Mike."

"Thank you Admiral." Mike said.

Maya had another beer, and then Erika put out the campfire and they turned in for the night.

Their huge tent had chemical heaters, that reacted with the CO2 in the air everyone exhaled, and converted it into fresh oxygen creating heat in the process. And with the thick Dixie Cotton blankets Mike had brought even Erika stayed comfortably warm. It was a bit too warm for Maya with her thick double-coat in fact, but her insistance they all sleep nude helped to some extent.

It wasn't as bad as the last time they'd camped out during a mission. Karen did pass a little flatulence in her sleep, due to the food. but it was nothing compared to how flatulent Maya was.

the kicking and woofing Maya, Karen, and Erika did in their sleep was nothing. Tom, Hank, and Mike were all used to that. The biggest problem was that Kelsie wet the bed, despite having been in heat twice already. It was made worse by the fact the same nightmares also made her dump her anal glands of course. Her sister Lexi and her brothers often teased her for it too. The odd thing was, Kelsie looked more human than canine, aside from her (Y) and canine anus, ears and tail that is.

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Throughout the night people kept working. for the crew of the former CSS Louisiana that meant repainting the Xian ship to get rid of its Xian flag and markings, then painting a Confederate Flag and Confederate markings in their place. The new ship being renamed C.S.S Louisiana II.

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Maya made breakfast for their group in the morning, and once everyone had finished eaing, Hank went to find Kelly and Yuri, and they prepared to go up for their sceduled patrol.

"This place aint so bad." Hank said. "A little chilly but nice."

"Yes the chill is very refreshing." Yuri said. "reminds me of home."

"If it were not so far from Earth it would be a good place for a colony." Kelly agreed.

"It would be a good way to keep an eye out for Destroyer." Hank said. "I'd prefer it were more Louisiana-like, but if your captains want to suggest it to your leaders when we get back to Earth, I'm sure Maya could be persuaded to escort a colony ship out here, for the right price."

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Maya made use of the fleet's Xian POW's as a chain gang, working to dig fresh latrines anytime they needed them, working deep in mineshafts carved out by the mining ship's drilling machines, and even building and paving runways, which would make taking off again a lot easier as well. It wasn't exactly pleasant work, but seeing as it was the only chance they had to get out of the brig and stretch their legs it was better than nothing. Maya kept them alive for two reasons. One was their usefulness as a labor force for all the things nobody wanted to do, the other was the fact that there was a bonus in her contract, for capturing enemy soldiers alive. Since the Xians ate canine waste, they weren't a drain on fleet resources, so using them as a labor force made sense.

The Xians had been fitted with Explosive collars, as well as being chained together, and were always under the watchful eye of security officers with BFG personal Autocannons and remotes for the collars. Tampering with the collars, trying to leave designated work areas, or fighting instead of working would also result in detonation.

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Two weeks into the repairs...

Seeing eachother everyday in person rather than on comms, without having to transport between ships, meant that people got to know eachother better. Not just the fighter pilots, but regular crewmen and command personnel as well.

For example the weekly meetings the Admiral had with ship's captains were one thing. Doing one's laundry in the lake at the same time the Admiral was doing hers, or sitting around a campfire together was something else entirely. And that's just one example. It goes without saying everyone really got to know eachother on a very personal level.

As they were both three weeks (out of 63 days) along, Both Maya and Karen's pregnancies were becoming noticeable as well. Thankfully Karen's pregnancy had not yet affected her work efficiency, but they both drew a lot of questions at any rate.

The humans were particularly surprised by how natural mammilian instincts really took over in the wilderness of the planet. LGDs like Maya keeping a watchful eye on everything, Collies herding everyone together, scenthounds like Sarah hunting for food, as just some examples.

In that regard, Maya had taken to flying combat patrols with the other pilots while she still could. in another couple weeks her pregnancy would be too advanced to do so.

Having wanted to try the ship since it was built, Maya took the Raven up on her first of such patrols. Rather than scrub one of the sceduled pilots, she simply added herself to the roster, bringing the total to four pilots on the patrols she assisted with.

In her first patrol, and first time flying The Raven, Maya flew with Tom, Yaolin, and Yuri who were sceduled for patrol duty that morning.

"Bullseye, Death Angel." Maya said "Thought Ah'd take the Raven fer a spin, s' we're runnin four this mornin."

"Yes ma'am." Tom replied.

"Shark, Ah thought y' said this thang's touchy?" Maya said. "Handles lahk a dream fer me."

"Yes I found it very easy to overcompensate, Death Angel." Yuri replied." It takes time to get familiar with it."

"How did you fit, Death Angel?" Yaolin asked. "The seat looked too small."

"Seat's modular, Karen jus' swapped out fer one mah size, Yinyang." Maya replied. "S' plug an' play."

"Thats good." Tom said. "I can't wait to get a turn in The Raven myself."

"I look forward to that as well." Yaolin added.

"Y'all 'll get the chance." Maya said. "May's next cause she needs the seat Mah size, then yer next Bullseye, then Yinyang, an then Longsword, an' so on till y'allve had a turn then it starts again if'n we aint off this rock bah then."

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There was a playful dispute over the day's activities, as Kayla and May argued over who got to say what they were doing while Maya was busy. Karen broke it up before it became anything more than playful however.

"Alright." Karen said. "You both make excellent points. Although it is a little chilly for sunbathing, both sunbathing and fishing can be very relaxing. But the fact is Admiral Maya left me in charge, and since you can't agree on a leisurely activity, you can both help me redesign he Admiral's command chair."

"Ah don' reckon Maw needs that." May protested.

"She'd be the last person to ask for luxury." Kayla agreed.

"It doesn't matter, we're doing it." Karen said. "Excalibur is our home...And Our Admiral's been sitting in a chair the same model they've been using on cargo ships for hundreds of years."

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As much as she enjoyed being assigned combat patrol with Sam, Maxine was glad to have been taken off the roster for pregnancy. It meant she and Sam had finally succeeded, thanks to Doc Natalie's innovation, and their refusal to give up hope..

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"S' circle around the second moon again, Ah thought Ah saw somethin slip bahind it." Maya said.

"Wilco, Death Angel." Tom said.

"Its likely just microasteroids though." Yuri added. "We see them hit the moons now and then."

"Or a sensor ghost." Yaolin added.

Nonetheless they all followed Maya's lead, and punched it up to full afterburner to circle around behind the planet's second moon.

A thorough scan of the moon and surrounding space confirmed it was indeed microasteroids, so they continued their patrol.

"Shoulda' figured 's much." Maya said. "Ah read the patrol reports...Reckon mah pregnancy's got me a little overpertective."

"Congratulations Bullseye." Yuri said.

"I didn't know you were pregnant, Death Angel." Yaolin said.

"Aint mine this time, Shark, but thanks." Tom said.

"They're Karen's." Maya said. We had Doc Natalie do it jus' fore we used the Trajector."

"Aint as much fun that way though." Tom said. "Still its great we have the technology."

"I would not know where to begin." Yuri said. "Though I have heard it is much hotter inside."

"Yeah our body temperature's higher." Maya said.

"I hear Confederates tried to invent that procedure once." Yaolin said. "But they did not have right technology to make it work."

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Taking a break from the repairs to eat, Karen-X bumped into Hank who was frying up some feral beast Sarah had shot. It was vaguely piglike, some sort of wild boar, and smelled gamey unlike the feral pigs and beef cattle on the farm deck. It was a bit of a shock seeing him at first, as she'd made it a point to try and avoid doing so.

Her reason was, that she had never gotten to know Hank in her reality. She had met him briefly when the Emperess was torturing him, but that was it. And it was hard to look at this Hank, the strong proud Confederate-Born Mercenary pilot, without seeing the flashbacks...that broken shell of a man who died for his country in one of her agonizing torture devices rather than give Confederate secrets to the Emperess.

"I can see you're busy." she said. "I'll just take a plate and go eat while I work."

"No its alright, you're welcome to join us." Hank said. He knew this was Karen-X as she and his Karen had taken to wearing different colored pips on their collars to tell them apart. Additionally Karen-X had replaced her "Galaxy-Commander" rank insignia with that of a Confederate ship's first officer, while Karen wore the insignia of Excalibur's transporter chief, and the mercenary pips of a Vice-Admiral, her actual rank.

Karen-X reluctantly did as he asked, and then he handed her a lapping bowl of Kentucky Bourbon.

"You look like you could use it." he said. then to one of his oldest daughters, "Grace, get our beautiful guest a plate, would you princess."

"Of course father." Grace replied.

"I'm sorry." Karen-X said, lapping at her drink. "Its just...in this reality you and I have a family...but in the universe I'm from we never even got to know eachother. You were still a Confederate soldier then, not a mercenary as you are here, but The Emperess tortured you for information, and you never broke. Its difficult for me seeing you to not see flashbacks of him." She lapped her glass dry and handed it back for a refill after that.

"Its alright." Hank said. "Sounds to me like he died a hero. Loyal to hia homeland to the end as I am to Admiral Maya." He paused then. "And I wouldn't worry about it. The Emperess can't hurt you anymore. Besides even if she found her way here, We'd kick her butt just like we did the Xians." He took a big drink from the bottle after that, then refilled the glass and handed it back.

"Would you mate with me?" Karen-X asked, taking the drink once more. "It doesnt have to mean anything, and I would never want to intrude on you and your wife...But I am curious as to see what might have been....And I do wish to be bred."

"Sure thing sexy." Hank said with a laugh." Better finish that drink and get something to eat first though."

Grace brought Karen-X a plate of food a moment later.

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"Ain't you captain Mike's daughter?" Danny (Hotshot) asked Kelsie.

He was giving his Phoenix a wash and wax when she approached him, in preparation for his next patrol.

"I'm one of them yes." Kelsie said. "Dad wants me to start dating so..."

"Wanna take a little joyride?" Danny asked. "Doubt the Admiral'd be too happy. probly have me scrubbin Excalibur's toilets but it'd be worth it for a sweet Dixie Belle like you."

"Actually I'm a mercenary, and half canine." Kelsie said.

"You look human enough to me. Nice stromg Cajun beauty." Danny said.

"My anatomy is canine, and so are my ears, and I have a tail, see." Kelsie said turning around slowly."

"Just more to love." Danny replied.

"Lets go for a walk in the woods." Kelsie suggested. "I dont want to get you in trouble.

"Anything you say sugarplum" Danny replied. "Lead the way."

Kelsie blushed scarlet. After a moment she found her voice again but her ears felt like they were on fire. "Umm you do know that thats a zoophile term for a feral lioness' vagina right." she said sheepishly.

"Never thought about that." Danny replied. He followed Kelsie as they set off into the woods surrounding the massive campsite.

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Captain Mike walked in on Hank making love to Karen-X.

"Oh sorry." Mike said. "Should have put a piece of tape on the zipper or something. I'll be back when you get done." he turned to leave.

"That's alright." Hank called out. He shifted position so that Karen-X was on top of him, and continued to thrust up into her wonderful Honeypie as he lifted her short fancy tail. "Well go on." Hank said. "Take a good sniff and join in. lube's on the table there."

"Erika would kill me." Mike said. Nonetheless he did bend down and give Karen-X a courtesy sniff. "But she does smell wonderful." he added.

"No she wouldn't." Hank said, spreading prodding and caressing Karen-X's canine anus with his fingers while keeping her short tail raised with his other hand. "Canine marriage isn't monogamous."

"Alright." Mike relented. He lubed his cock thoroughly, and then stuck the tip of the bottle up Karen-X's butt giving it a good squeeze that flooded the sexy spaniel's colon with so much lube some of it came squirting out. The excess ran down her bitch stripe and dripped onto Hank's sizeable balls in the process.

"Sorry princess, Erika likes it messy, so I'm used to doing that." Mike said.

Karen-X was too vocal in yips and pleasuregrowls to say anythig comprehensible in reply.

Mike pressed his tip to the spaniel's perfect canine anus, and while he was expecting the heat, he was surprised at how easily the well trained hole opened up for him. He slid in quickly hilting himself with little effort, and then remarked how bonecrushingly tight it gripped as he began to thrust. He could feel Hank's thick cock pressing against his through the lining seperating vagina and rectum, but the expert way the spaniel's butt milked his shaft more than made up for that.

It helped that Mike had seen the colored pip and knew it was Karen-X. He was a little more comfortable buttloving her than he would have been Chief Karen, as Chief Karen held the rank of Vice Admiral, and screwing her would be almost as bad as screwing Admiral Maya. In his eyes anyway. He still had it ingrained that sex with a superior officer was wrong, and that would take a lot to get over.

Hank fondled Karen-X's fancy ears as she humped back hard, panting, yipping and peasuregrowling like crazy in the intese pleasure of being double penetrated. Her tongue was hanging out to one side and Hank knew she was really loving it. The way her fortune cookie milked his shaft and her clitoral fossa piercing chafed just right was pure perfection.

Mike had to remind himself frequently to be gentle as he was used to wild rough sex with his pitbull wife Erika. Sex with Erika bordered on light BDSM, at times, and in the pleasuredrunk flood of pure carnal passion it was easy to forget where he was.

"Fuck yes! Princess! You like that dont you. You like my fat Cajun cock up your dirty little shithole!" Mike remarked. "Fuck yes, so wonderfully dirty. Good girl!"

"Glad to see you're finally exploring the freedom of canine marriage, honey!" Erika surprised him. He'd been so lost in the pleasure of buttloving Karen-X he hadn't heard her come in.

Mike blew his load a moment later. He didn't see how Hank could possibly still be going strong as he had a headstart, but then again, he was likely pacing himself wanting to make it as memorable as possible.

Mike pulled out, leaving Karen-X's canine anus leaking cum and lube, and before he could get a tissue to clean himself, Erika took his thick cock in her short muzzle, and promptly sucked him clean. "So how was it?" she asked when she had finished.

"It would be a lie to say it didn't feel wonderful, but you are the only girl for me." Mike said.

Hank blew his load in Karen-X's fortune cookie moments later, vocally expressing how wonderful she felt.

Karen-X climaxed hard at the same exact moment, yipping and howling in pure canine extacy loud enough to be heard halfway around the planet. She collapesed with her head on Hank's toned chest, tongue hanging out, and they just lay there, his now semi-flaccid cock still deep in her fortune cookie, held fast by her vaginal sphincter clamping down.

"Would you like me to return the favor?" Erika asked Hank. "It seems only fair since Mike got to share Karen." She obviously hadn't noticed the colored pip.

"I'm... Karen-X." Karen-X panted.

"You don't have to do that Honey." Mike said. "He asked me to do it. it wasn't my idea."

Hank thought it over for a moment, then finally said, "Screw it, why not. If I can handle Admiral Maya, I can handle anything, right."

"Alright, I'm game." Mike said, having fully recovered now. "Better give it your all, flyboy, cause you're in for a heck of a ride."

"Gods! Yes!" Erika remarked. "This will be perfect!."

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What are you doing?" Danny asked when Kelsie pulled her pants down and squatted behind a tree.

"Watering the grass." Kelsie replied. "Like what you see?"

Danny took a moment, staring at her canine anus, and estrus-swollen (Y) vulva before replying; "I've never seen anything like it, but yes, very much so."

"Thank you!" Kelsie said. She finished up, and wiped her Honeypie with a napkin before pulling her pants back up, and then they continued on. "You know, it would not have been impolite to sniff my butt, even while I was taking a leak." she said.

"Lets go back to camp and i'll sniff you all you want." Danny said.

"Why go back to camp. Let's do it right here, under the stars." Kelsie said.

"Alright." Danny agreed.

"You think they can see us up there?" Kelsie asked. "The Admiral and the others on patrol I maan."

"Only if they focused their sensors on this spot." Danny said. "Well from what Yuri says, the Raven could see us anyway, so I'm sure Admiral Maya will get an eyeful. Have yet to pilot it myself."

"Yeah I reckon she will. Well, best not to disappoint the Admiral then." She began to undress as she spoke.

"Yeah I dont want to end up scrubbing toilets or anything." Danny replied, and began to undress as well.

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"Looks like Kelsie's finally havin sum fun." Maya said on comms.

"You can see that?" Tom asked.

"Shure 'nuff 's the new sensor package. focus yer sensors on grid 23 gamma." Maya replied.

"Nice." Tom said. "Is that Hotshot with her?"

"Yes, that is Hotshot." Yuri said.

"Really, Death Angel." Yaolin said. "I thought we were up here to watch surrounding space for enemy contact not watch people on the planet."

"Relax Yinyang, 's jus' a little harmless fun." Maya replied.

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"You smell so nice! Danny told Kelsie. He slid his nose down her bitch stripe (darker pigmented flesh as Kelsie only had fur on her ears and tail) and rubbed his nose all over her Honey-soaked Honeypie next.

It was only after the cool breeze made him notice the wetness that he realized his face was covered in Honey.

Fighting his initial gag impulse he said "You sure dont smell like its your time of the month."

"I'm half canine." Kelsie said, "I do not menustrate, I have estrus cycles like any bitch. I am in estrus now."

"So whats all over my face." Danny asked. "It sure smells nice."

"That is Estrus Honey, it is supposed to smell that way to attract mates. Its also mildly antiseptic." Kelsie explained.

Hearing that last bit, Danny wasted no time in diving back in, putting his tongue to work cleaning all the honey from Kelsie's puffy estrus-swollen (Y).

"Mmm yes! Good boy!" Kelsie remarked, bucking her hips so as to grind her Honeypie against Danny's face. Her tail began thumping happily before she even realized it.

"Ohh God! You're so delicious!" Danny remarked mumbling as he didnt fully withdraw his tongue.

"Gods! yes Danny." Kelsie reciprocated, grabbing his hair and pulling his face hard against her swollen (Y) as she bucked her hips like crazy humping his face like nothing else mattered. Her breathing was heavy, and she made an odd sort of pleasuresound, as if trying to yip and howl but lacking the proper vocal chord structure to do so.

Danny nearly got strangled on the flood of lovenectar as Kelsie climaxed. He wasn't used to the ammount a bitch squirted so it had taken him by surprise. He'd heard stories, long patrols pilots get to talking to pass the time, and many times both Tom and Hank had spoken of the many virtues of canine women, but he had always thought they were B.S.ing when they talked about how much thier wives squirted.

As soon as Kelsie came down off her climax, Danny moved atop her, and fitted his thick cock to her swollen (Y). Try as he might he could only get a couple of inches in, and couldn't figure out why. The heat was absolutely incredible though.

He got a real surprise when Kelsie flipped him onto his back and raised up in such a manner that he hit the angle right and slid in all the way, taking her canine hymen as he penetrated her vaginal sphincter in the process.

Kelsie had given an odd sort of yelp-cry at the pain, but moments later began to bounce up and down. She leaned forward to pull Danny into a passionate Kiss, and only then, as her big Cajun breasts pressed against him, did he notice the way her canine anus quivered in pleasure. He was fondling her butt out of habit, of course.

For the most part Danny just lie there and let Kelsie do all the work. Her hot (Y) wrapped around his thick Kentucky Farmboy cock, the texture deep inside, and the feel of her vaginal sphincter really got him going, but the ammount of muscle control she had, and the way those muscles worked his cock, as if milking it dry, was absolutely mindblowing.

Fortunately pent up as she still was, Kelsie couldn't last long either, and she climaxed hard the instant she felt the first spurt of cool thick human cum into her hot depths.

Danny felt her vaginal sphincter clamp down on his thick cock, but he was too pleasured to care.

Kelsie collapsed atop him moments later, and they just lay there savoring the moment in eachother's loving embrace.

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Sarah made out with Mike's first officer, Dana, sitting around the campfire with several others.

They'd made love in every hole using strap-ons and double-ended double-knot canine dildos earlier when Sarah returned from her hunt, and now they just made out, and enjoyed eachother's company, and people seeing them together as they waited for the patrol to return.

"Nice catch, Gunner." Ashley said. S' you two serious 're 's this jus' a casual thang?"

"Its serious." Sarah replied.

"We've been thinking about asking the Admiral to do the honors before repairs are complete." Dana said. "But from what Captain Mike told me, the ceremony is quite painful."

"Shure 'nuff." Ashley said. "But sharin the pain's a part a' sharin eachother."

"It will be worth it." Sarah said.