Her nickname is "Tanj", and she's certainly living up to it. For her, it seems, "There Ain't No Justice." As a young engineer on a tramp space freighter, this Cheetah-morph found herself the victim of a scam, sold into slavery, and trained as a sex-slave. Sold to pirates, she finds herself as a pawn in a much larger struggle. This story contains bondage, non-consensual sex, and hopefully some humor, adventure and intrigue. Adults only, please!
This is a work-in-progress, and more will be added to it later. Please stay tuned and have patience!
Tanj's Tales: Raid on Nikkeldepain
By Kittiara
Stardate 2402.8
Hinoki smiled, as he watched through the window. The pirates in the Black Fleet would bet on anything. Right now there was a lively discussion going on, as to how long the Stag could go, before he broke down and fucked Sashi. As well as an equally spirited discussion as to how long he could last, before he was exhausted. Sadly, they weren't letting Hinoki place bets any more, somewhat suspicious that he could control the whole thing.
Didn't matter, he was selling a LOT of his "aphrodisiac". As bets were placed and credit chips placed in the hands of a neutral party, the stag undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor of the shop. Some of the females present giggled, and others oooooohed. Bowing as he opened the outer door to the airlock, Hinoki grinned. He gave the Stag exactly three seconds.
Tanj groaned as she felt the air pressure change in the "display case". The Otter had proven remarkably flexible, and was doing a marvelously good job of fucking her, despite her strained posture. With wrists locked near widespread ankles, she was again bent over backwards in a tight bow.
Nearby, Sashi was bound in a similar set of stocks. The Boar that had been plowing her, had finally passed out, only to be revived with a directional spray from the roof of the "display case". The counter-agent to Sashi's powerful pheromones coupled with a deluge to wash her scent out of his fur had been enough to let him stagger from the enclosure, without interrupting the Otter's frenzied motions. And now, after scant minutes, the Chocolate colored Pantheress was squirming in her stocks, obviously lusting after the next lover.
Opening one eye, Tanj watched as the Stag literally staggered past, a large and throbbingly hard cock standing proudly from his loins. With a sigh she closed her eyes, as she felt the Otter tense, as he drew closer to yet another orgasm. She'd kinda hoped Hinoki had come to release her. It seemed as if she'd been lost in her own lusts, and in the lusts of others, for several days now... How much could she take?
Sashi mewled with delight as the Stag crouched between her widespread knees. Squirming, she raised her head to grin at him. Maybe this one would last a little longer. She certainly hoped so; she was SO horny!
Jenka looked at the message flimsy and shook her head; "Dammit, I was afraid that was going to happen." Looking up at John she sighed; "Where's Tanj? I need to talk to her about this."
Tanj felt the spray of cool water, and suddenly her head was clear. Her maddening, all-encompassing lusts were gone, evaporated like a mist in the presence of the warm sun. Tiredly lifting her head, she looked around. The Otter was crawling towards the airlock as the directional spray followed him. Letting her head fall back, she looked out into the crowd, wondering which of them would take up the bet next... She also wondered how much longer she could go on. Letting her head roll to the left she gazed at the sight of the Stag working his thick cock in and out of the Pantheress' mouth. How long had he been here? She couldn't remember.
Jenka frowned. A rather small Mouse and a rather large giraffe were arguing over who was up next. Pushing forward she grabbed Hinoki, and loudly growled; "Something's come up. I need to talk to Tanj." Suddenly the Mouse and the Giraffe both fell silent, turning to look at Jenka... From behind them, someone growled; "Well, then who we gonna have to bet on?" Jenka smiled, her fangs startlingly white against her black muzzle, "Oh, I think I can come up with something..."
Hinoki squirmed in John's tight grip as Jenka finished. The cock and ball harness was particularly tight, even though it'd been made specifically for him. Silver bands encircled his balls, with a center band further subdividing them; other bands ran up to the top of his sheath, pulling it down some, encircling the base of his hard cock. Clipping a leash to the little D-ring where the bands came together, the Jaguar led the now-nude Hinoki towards the display case. Behind her dozens of furrs laid down bets as to how long the Cheetah could last.
Tanj had groaned with relief when the anti-pheromone sprays had come on, dousing both her and Sashi. And when the door had opened, she turned her head as best possible, to see what was happening. What she saw, however, was Not what she'd expected. Jenka was leading a nude, bound, and rather rampant Hinoki into the cage, literally stepping over her. Tilting her head back to follow, she watched as Hinoki was bound in a kneeling position between Sashi's legs. The rest was lost from view; it didn't matter; someone's hands were moving over her, releasing her, gathering her up and carrying her from the enclosure.
Hinoki groaned into the plug gag Jenka had shoved into his mouth. How did she know that out of all the stock in his shop, that one was his favorite? It really was a delicious situation, one he would have enjoyed thoroughly if it had been anyone but Sashi... And then his hesitation was only because of her hyperactive pheromones... The ring the leash had been clipped to was now chained to the Chocolate Pantheress' clitty ring, with just enough chain for Hinoki to get about a ten centimeter "stroke". Another chain ran from the back of his cock and ball harness, between his legs, to a fitting in the wall of the chamber, over his head, and then down to the Pantheress' nipple rings. If he pulled back, he'd tug on her clitty; if he thrust forward, he'd tug on his own bound balls, and her nipples. And with her Pheromones, he'd have absolutely no option!
Clancey grinned and nudged the Badger, "so how long do you think the Stud's good for?"
The Badger shrugged, "I dunno; maybe an hour. The Stag didn't last more than 40 minutes and I would have expected greater things from him."
Clancey nodded, "Bet the Cheetah lasts a good two hours..."
The Badger turned to look at the old Rabbit, and then grinned, "DONE!"
Jenka checked over Sashi's bonds, checking for abrasion, or worse, making sure that she was still correctly bound. Pausing, she checked the Pantheress' pulse. Surprisingly it was slow and steady. The girl really did have an amazing capacity.
Turning, she checked over the Cheetah, pausing to squeeze his balls, checking the bonds that held him just where she wanted him. Bending lower she purrred into his ear, "I've got money down on you, but I won't tell you how I've bet. Don't disappoint me, or there'll be more such little torments." Rising, she exited the "display case", making sure the door seals were tight. Gesturing to the Stallion, she stood back as the nozzles again sprayed down the occupants of the cage, washing away the pheromone counter-agent.
Tanj was stiff and sore, and exhausted; she was still naked, and a mess, and yet she couldn't help but watch.
From an engineering perspective, it resembled an undampened oscillation. Sashi felt the warm water sluice over her, and squirmed in her restraints. The motion was just enough to get Hinoki to move, his cock sliding fractionally within the Pantheress' pussy. That got Sashi to moan softly and squirm a little more, provoking a slightly greater response from the Cheetah. And so on, and so on, until the Pantheress' remarkable juices were flowing, overpowering Hinoki's sense of control. And then they were overruling his sense of restraint, until he was fucking her hard, with each thrust causing the lines to tug hard on his bound balls, each motion tweaking the Pantheress' clitty, or her nipples.
Tanj watched in amazement, shaking her head from side to side.
"Geez, Clancey, will you look at those two go at it?"
The Rabbit turned and grinned at the Mouse, "Yeah, they're sumthin', aren't they, Wilbur?"
The Mouse nodded solemnly, "Can't see 'em hanging on for over two hours, though. Not movin' like that!"
Clancey looked around, spotting the Badger he'd made the bet with. The Furr was a good four meters away, talking animatedly with a Rottweiler. Bending over Clancy whispered in the Mouse's ear, "That female Cheetah, Tanj, told me that the stud in there was trained in the Elysium Academy. If that's true, he should be good for at least two hours, maybe more."
The Mouse turned to look at the Rabbit, his eyes just a little wide, "That so? Gee... Maybe I need to go place another bet, then."
Jenka reached down and clipped a leash to the Cheetah's collar, "Come on, Tanj; as entertaining as this is to watch, we have work to do."
Pulling Tanj to her feet, the Jaguar padded out. Pausing at the doorway, Jenka grinned at the Stallion, "Mind the store while we're gone, John, and make sure you get an accurate time on Hinoki's performance. I wouldn't want to be cheated on the bets I placed."
The Stallion just nodded solemnly.
Jenka pulled the tired Cheetah along by her lead. As they walked, Jenka said without looking back, "We've got a wrinkle in the Nikkeldepain operation. Probably a good idea you didn't kill that Tiger, as his recon drones have picked up on something that I'd been a little worried about. Nikkeldepain has called on several of the neighboring systems for aid in defending themselves while their defense grid is down. The Hampton, Fairfield and Ramada systems have all agreed to send militia vessels to guard the far side of the jump points, freeing Nikkeldepain's forces to concentrate on the defense of the planet itself. They're obviously preparing for an assault exactly like we're planning."
The staff meeting was as raucous as ever, but this time the conversations didn't dwindle or die off as Jenka led the nude Cheetah into the room. Few even looked her way. Taking her seat, Jenka called for order. After a moment she screamed for order. When that seemed to have little effect on the multitude of arguments, discussions, and in one case, what appeared to be a fistfight, the Jaguar sighed, drew a stunner from a pocket in her jumpsuit, and fired across the room, to stun the two brawling staff members.
THAT seemed to get everyone's attentions, and with a few sidelong looks to the bodies on the floor, everyone took their seats.
The Tasmanian Devil that headed the plans section rose to his feet, to address Jenka, "First off, while I enjoy a good show as much as anyone, having Tanj tied up in your quarters, and then in that cage for so long isn't helping our planning. It's a damn good thing she'd arranged for her folks in Intelligence to pass information directly on to those on the distribution list, instead of letting it sit on her desk waiting for her attention. Now that we know what Nikkeldepain is up to, we're going to have to change our plans. But I'd STIL like her input on the situation, if she even knows what the situation IS!"
Jenka just smiled, "Freddie, the fact that you found out about the change only two hours after Ramada agreed to send ships speaks highly of how Tanj has organized her department; it tells me that she doesn't have to be there all the time for the place to run right." Jenka smiled at the Cheetah and tossed her end of the leash at her; "But,... Tanj, Dear, why don't you take a minute and review what your department has come up with. Um... Take Harold's chair; it looks as if he'll be out for a while yet." Tanj nodded and rose, to move around the table. Taking the indicated seat she cleared the terminal built into the desktop, and called up the most recent Intelligence reports.
The Tasmanian Devil continued, "Now, as I see it, the situation has changed enough that the initial mission objective should be changed. But I don't think we need to scrap the whole mission. Now, here's what I propose...
Tanj looked up from her terminal; the tasmanian devil was spinning a grand strategy for taking out the defenses of all four star systems, and then plundering each in turn on a massive scale. With a sigh, she stood up.
"Freddie... FREDDIE!"
When the Tasmanian Devil turned to look at her, Tanj gave him her most winning smile, "High marks for aggressiveness, but tell me; what do you think the Imperials will do, if we pillage four entire star systems?"
The Devil opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a half dozen voices rose up from around the table.
"They'll send in a battle fleet to put things right."
"No, they'll send in the battle fleet as soon as the systems realize we've taken out the majority of their defense forces."
"They'll hunt us down and pound on us until we're no longer a major threat!"
Other heads around the table nodded sagely.
Freddie straightened, and glared back at the Cheetah; "With that superweapon your friend sold us, we should STILL be able to take 'em on!"
Other heads nodded in agreement to that statement.
Tanj sighed, "And if we ever USE that weapon, the Empire will be on us like nothing you've ever seen. They'd see that as a threat to the very Empire itself, and would spare no expense until they'd either neutralized it, or preferably, until they alone possessed it."
Other heads, including Jenka's nodded in agreement.
"Then what in the HECK did we buy it for?" another growled.
Jenka rose to answer that one; "So that no one else would have it, and that, should the Empire ever decide to eradicate us, we'd have a means of escape and survival! I agree with Tanj; that one should be saved for the most dire emergencies."
Freddie growled, "Then what do you propose to DO?"
Jenka looked at Tanj. Tanj shrugged, "I would say that with their ships helping to defend Nikkeldepain, that Ramada's vulnerable."
The Devil scowled, "But there's nothing worth TAKING at Ramada! No, I say we go after Nikkeldepain, and that we USE that weapon, if that's the only way!
Tanj watched the argument flow back and forth across the table. At several points furrs had risen from their seats as if to do battle with their opponents, and only the high pitched whine of Jenka's stunner charging had made them pause. Finally, Tanj rose again, bringing her paws down on the tabletop as loudly as she could.
"All RIGHT! If you INSIST on doing it, this is how we're going to do it. FREDDIE! Take Notes!"
"FIRST, we WAIT until Nikkeldepain has their defense grid back on line, and their kind neighbors have departed. They'll calm down then and not be on a heightened state of alert."
"THEN we wait for the resumption of trade; the first convoys in and out of that system should have all the high value, urgent delivery goods on them, just the kind of targets you like."
"FINALLY we do EVERYTHING in our power to disguise our ships, our personnel, our communications and our tactics so that when the Empire goes searching for this new superweapon, they do NOT come looking for US!"
"But I STILL think it's a BAD idea!"
Silence reigned for a moment as everyone digested the information.
After a moment, Freddie sat back down; after nodding to himself, he turned to look at Tanj, "OK, its your department's responsibility to tell us when the convoys are about to sail; we'll hit them whether the warships from the other systems have departed or not. Now, how do we go about leaving the impression it wasn't the black fleet that hit them?"
Tanj could only chuckle; "well, tell me; who's your biggest rival?"
The Cheetah's predatory grin was shortly matched by everyone else around the table as they thought of old scores they wanted to settle, and old adversaries they wanted to blame.
Tanj slumped in her chair, and tried not to yawn. The meeting had gotten off into the details, and Logistics was pitching a fit. Some of the things they needed to pull of the deception weren't in stock, and Tanj was insisting they procure them in as round-about and untraceable a method as possible. Other things would be needed to build more of the disruptor devices, and how to pay for that was another topic for "lively" discussion. Wondering if anyone would notice if she took a nap, the Cheetah tried hard to keep her eyes open...
The paw shaking her shoulder brought Tanj slowly back to reality. The dream had been vivid, but was fading fast; something about fighting for her life in a desperate situation... Looking up, she saw Jenka's smiling face looking down at her.
"Meeting's over, Dear. Come on, lets get you cleaned up; you look a MESS!" Tanj smiled and rose, handing the end of her still dangling leash to Jenka. A bath did sound nice...
Hinoki groaned as consciousness returned. Warm water was sluicing over his body, and he could smell the tang of the pheromone counter-agent. Blinking, he idly wondered how long he'd lasted; towards the end, he'd gone into a kind of sexual trance, his hips moving of their own accord, his body running on autopilot. Blinking through the water, he wondered who'd come let him out... And if Sashi was going to get any rest as well.
Wanda grinned and counted their winnings. It wasn't as much as Clancey had gotten, but then they hadn't had as much to "invest". Still, it was a nice little bonus...
Tanj groaned as she lowered herself into the steaming water opposite Jenka; she hadn't realized just how some of her muscles ached until she was able to relax in the water. With just her nose and the tips of her ears above water, she felt herself seemingly dissolve, at least most of the tensions of the day were flowing away...
John placed the rather limp cheetah on the floor, and turned to look back at the "display case." The Pantheress' eyes were open, and she was looking at him. If such a thing were possible, he'd swear she was looking at him with a hungry, predatory gaze... Certainly she couldn't STILL be...
Could she?
Glancing at the clock, and then back at the Pantheress, the Stallion chuckled and moved to lock the store's door. As he clopped back to the case, he unfastened his kilt, letting it fall to the floor. Pausing to set the sprays to come on in an hour, he moved through the airlock. As the inner door closed, her scent hit him, and with one hand stroking his massive cock to readiness, he moved towards her.
Hinoki opened his eyes, and grinned. He'd thought that might happen. Crawling quietly across the floor, the Cheetah reset the timer. Four hours should be sufficient payback, he thought...
Moving behind the counter, he stretched out. LORD he was sore! But it was a good kind of sore. Pulling down some bubble wrap packaging material, he made himself a pillow. As he fell asleep to the sound of the Stallion's rythmic thrusting, he wondered if the store's security cameras had caught his performance. He'd hoped they had; if it wasn't marketable in its own right, it'd still make a helluva momento...
The figure paused by the door, looking around. The commons area was almost deserted, and what eyes there were seemed to be fastened on the Stallion as he fucked the chocolate colored pantheress. His motions were smooth, and still powerful, but the look on his face belied his motions. He looked tired. And almost as if he were in pain. Roland chuckled to himself, thinking the Stallion SHOULD be tired. He'd been fucking Sashi for almost three hours. Continuously. Bending down, he examined the lock on the door, lockpicks at the ready.
Hinoki made a funny noise as he rolled over; Roland held his breath, frozen in his tracks, until the Cheetah started snoring softly again. Grinning, he tiptoed around to behind the counter. He knew exactly what he needed, and while he didn't mind paying for the stuff, he didn't know if Hinoki would sell exactly what he wanted, and he most certainly didn't want any record of the sale. It wouldn't do to let ANYONE know what he was up to. Poking around for a couple of minutes in the near-dark, he finally found what he was after. The container was unlabeled, but triple sealed. It had to be the straight stuff. Picking it up, he paused and then selected a modest sized bottle of the phereomone counter-agent. Slipping them both into a pocket, he peered over the top of the counter, to see if the coast was clear.
The Badger locked the door behind him, and straightened. Looking around he chuckled to himself. John was still fucking the Pantheress, eyes closed. He was moving a little more slowly now, but he was still moving. And from the way Sashi was writhing within her bonds, it was obvious that SHE wasn't tired of HIS attentions yet... And what crowd there was, was watching those two, absolutely oblivious to his presence. Chuckling, he made his way off. It was late, and he wanted to get SOME sleep...
Chris smiled and trailed the feather lightly over the bound Vixen's cleft. She squirmed SO nicely. And made the most delightful sounds through her gag. Obeying Jenka's orders he'd checked her out of the slave kennels. He hadn't made any special arrangements to that end, but it was still a pleasure to encounter the Badger fellow as he left the Kennels, Zassa at the end of his leash. It was obvious that HE was going there for the same reason, and Chris couldn't help but smirk as they passed. Bending forward, he dragged his tongue along the Vixen's overheated sex, teasing her a little further. It was a shame that he had to go on duty in a few hours. But once he got certain things done, he'd have until the fleet left for the raid to play with her. He already had her "reserved"... and he had plans... Oh, such deliciously wicked plans...
Roland stood in the doorway of the suite across the corridor, watching through the crack of a very slightly ajar door. The current occupant of the suite was on duty, and if he did everything right, would never know he'd been there. YES! There was the Fox, leading a bound, and VERY naked Zassa from his room. Roland lifted the little device and just as the door started to close, pressed the button. The Fox never noticed the slightly ajar door across the corridor, nor did he notice the fact that his own door didn't close properly. He only had eyes for the Vixen. Chuckling, Roland waited for the pair to vanish around a corner, and then eased the door open. Two quick steps and he was across the corridor.
The Fox's door opened without a sound, its drive motor incapacitated. Roland waved a small wand-like device, and grinned at the hand-held readout.
"Not so hard at all, if you've got the right tools."
Pressing a few buttons on the hand-held, he collapsed the telescoping wand and stepped through the door, pulling it closed behind him. Looking around the room he smiled; "Now, if I was a fox, where would I hide it? Or would I even BOTHER to hide it?" Heading for the bathroom, as a logical place to start, the Fox tossed the little bottle up and down, catching it and tossing it as he looked about.
Roland chuckled and shook his head; "Ah, THERE you are. Should have known. Clever Fox, but not clever enough."
Picking up the larger of the two squeeze-spray bottles, Roland paused. Chuckling, he put it back down and pulled out a small respirator, of the kind used by damage control parties. Slipping it over his muzzle, he carefully unscrewed the top of the squeeze bottle and poured its contents down the sink, using plenty of water to wash its contents down. Picking up the small bottle he'd been toying with, he placed that, a small plastic bag containing a sponge soaked in the counter-agent, and the fox's squeeze bottle into a large plastic bag. IT wasn't easy working through the thin plastic, but he dared not leave any residue in the room. Having transferred the contents from one bottle to the other, he struggled to put the caps on, without spilling anything, glad he'd practiced with other bottles, in his own quarters. Finally, he managed to open the plastic bag and retrieve the sponge. After doing everything he could to wipe down the outside surfaces of the bottles, he took a deep breath, and opened the bag just long enough to fish out the Fox's squeeze bottle. After rinsing it, he placed it back where he'd found it.
Then, picking up the smaller spray bottle, he unstoppered it, and poured its contents down the drain as well. Opening the tap, he refilled it with tapwater. Carefully he arranged the two bottles on the counter, just as he'd found them, and then, with a grin, he washed down the sink, and washed his paws once again. Satisfied that his efforts were undetectable, he sauntered back to the door, pulling the respirator off, and dropping it into a cargo pocket, just before manually pushing the door open. Stepping into the hall, as if it were HIS quarters, he covertly looked around. Finding no one watching, he pushed the button on the gizmo and watched as the door came alive again, closing silently, just as it should. The snick of the latch was plainly audible. With a grin on his face, and a spring in his step, the Badger headed off, to rejoin his unit.
Tanj felt fingers stroking her fur, and opened her eyes; it was about all she could do, considering how Jenka had her tied.
A heavy chrome chain had been fastened to the headboard. From there, it came down to encircle her neck, a double-ended harness hook holding the sides of the loop together behind her neck, the loop giving her at least as much room as her collar did. The chain descended along her spine, to take a loop around her just above and just below her breasts, and then, changing direction, it encircled her arms above the elbow. A loop around her waist, and then around her wrists, and then around her legs above the knee, and then around her ankles, all the loops held closed by the simple and unfortunately completely unreachable double ended harness hooks.
The chain terminated at a ring on the footboard, maintaining a slight tension, there was no way the Cheetah could move.
Not much anyways.
As Jenka tickled one nipple with a fingertip, she purrred; "Don't think I'm going to do this again... At least not when we sleep together."
Tanj raised an eyebrow; "oh? And why's that, Mistress?"
Jenka chuckled; "well, when you move, the chain rattles too much; it keeps me awake."
Tanj giggled and "awwwwww"ed.
Jenka sat up, a look of mock severity on her face; "What, My Slave fails to show proper consideration for her Mistress?"
Tanj gasped as Jenka reached for the feather she kept on her nightstand, the Cheetah's protestations dissolving in laughter as Jenka expertly applied the feather...
Hinoki awoke to the sound of tape being pulled off of plastic. As the layers were removed he finally found himself able to see Sashi's smiling face.
"Good morning, Master!"
Hinoki spit out the now-soggy cardboard "breathing tube", and leaned his head forward to kiss his slave; "Good Morning, Sashi, thanks for unwrapping me."
Sashi giggled; "Why is it I think Master John was a little upset with you last night?"
Hinoki chuckled and shrugged as he tried to emerge from a couple of dozen meters of bubblewrap.
"Oh, I think he had his reasons. Still, it was worth it, I think. In a way, I'm surprised he could even move after four hours with you!"
Sashi giggled; "Oh, Mistress Jenka must have him trained VERY well."
After a moment the Pantheress smiled; "He was VERY good, Master... Thank you."
Hinoki just harrumphed, "What, better than ME? Why, if I wasn't so sore, I'd show you who's the better male! But this morning I think you're going to have to practice your self-control. Besides, even YOU should be fairly well satiated after yesterday..."
The Pantheress just smiled and shrugged.
Tanj pulled the zipper up on Jenka's jumpsuit and stood back to gauge the effect. The white jumpsuit was made of a synthetic that combined the best qualities of leather and latex; it was butter-soft, breathable, and clung like a second skin. It was also tough as nails, and almost certain to turn an assassin's edged weapon. The big chromed zipper ran from just above her mons, between her legs, and up her back, to the hole for her tail. On the other side of that hole, the zipper continued on up to the back of her collar. With a zipper ring at either end. It made her look marvelously sexy.
Grinning, Tanj stretched, and lightly inquired; "And what would Mistress have her slave wear today?"
Jenka turned her head to look at the Cheetah for a moment, and then sighed; "we're moving into "combat" mode; I think it might be best if you started dressing the part. For a while, I think folks should see you as the head of Intelligence, and for the moment, forget how sexy you are..." Tanj nodded, wondering what she might wear, to project that image... Then Jenka grinned; "But on the other hand, I have a simply Marvelous outfit for you to wear... Maybe one more day..."
The Tiger had to turn his whole body to look, as Tanj entered his cubicle. The cervical collar around his neck was a medical device, actively working to regenerate nerves and muscles, and to speed the healing of shattered vertebrae. But it LOOKED like Dr. Frankenstein's own posture collar. His eyes widened, and a smile formed on his lips. The Cheetah was dressed in the damndest bikini bottoms he'd ever seen, and nothing else. The strings from the corners of the small triangular piece of cloth covering her sex ascended almost vertically from her crotch, passing through her nipple rings, to angle down and back, rejoining just under her tail. And in the crotch of the panties, he could just make out a circular protrusion; it was obvious that her quim was stuffed full of a vibrator, held in place by the panties.
The effect was incredibly erotic.
Before he could speak, Tanj laid a finger across his lips; "No, don't try and talk; I know how hard it is for you. I just wanted to go over the new tasking order for your drones. You got the word we're going to need to watch the Fairfield, Hampton and Ramada systems closely, as well as all the other systems on the trade routes leading to Nikkeldepain? Lets sweep them ever two days out to a distance of three jumps, just to watch for convoys building there."
The Tiger made a motion that was more like a bow than a nod, and flipped open a stack of printouts to point to something. Tanj bent over and read how he had arranged to disperse the drones, and their report-in schedules.
Nodding, she straightened; "that looks good, but what are your plans to account for a drone that's detected and destroyed?
Grinning, the Tiger flipped another dozen pages in the stack and pointed again. After reading, Tanj frowned; "Got it cut a little thin, don't you?"
The Tiger just shrugged, and then held thumb and forefinger together in the classic "just a little" gesture.
Tanj nodded, and then caught herself short; tilting her head to one side, she looked at the Tiger; "cutting it just a little short, or are you trying to say we're short on drones?"
The Tiger held up two fingers, indicating the second alternative. Tanj sighed and shook her head; "well, I'll talk to Mistress Jenka and see if we can fund any more, but I guess for the meantime you'll have to make do with what you've got. Now, what about the maintenance schedule?
The new head of the signals intercepts group was a female otter, and for a moment Tanj thought about the Academy, and Kayla, and wondered how she was doing. Shaking it off, Tanj forced herself to ignore the droning of the vibrator between her legs, and to concentrate on business. Sitting only forced the vibrator deeper into her pussy, and pacing had its own vibrator related problems. Using all her willpower, she discussed the Otter's efforts to break into the commercial net, to see if they could find out when sailing orders would be issued to freighters bound for the Nikkeldepain system, and if they could find out what was on the manifests before the ships sailed. The Otteress was most helpful and cooperative, as if she remembered all too well what happened to her predecessor... And the occasional looks that flashed towards Tanj's crotch were more ones of envy than amazement or disgust...
When she'd finished with the Otteress, Tanj walked through the Intelligence offices, calling all the furrs together for a group meeting.
"We've got one other task we have to perform, and quickly. We need to identify, and characterize a "fall guy" for this operation. When we go into the Nikkeldepain system, we're not going in as the Black Fleet. We need to go in masquerading as another pirate clan, so that if there's any fall-out, it won't be directed our way. They have to be big enough to pull off such a stunt, and they have to have some unique 'signature' so that we can successfully impersonate them. I need at least three options by the staff meeting at 1500 today. Now, any thoughts?"
Tanj's jaw almost dropped as almost everyone tried to speak at once. Shouting to be heard through the pandemonium, she pointed to one furr that had actually raised his hand; "I'll take his suggestion first! Lets do this as orderly as possible! Now, Sir, who do you suggest?"
The Bear looked a little nervous as he sidled up to Tanj; "Um... Ma'am... Can I talk to you for a moment?" Tanj stopped and nodded, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. The Bear fidgeted, "Um... Its about Ralph. You see, I'd loaned him some money a while back, and, well, with his current circumstances, I guess you're the one I need to talk to about getting repaid."
Tanj nodded; "he lose at Wednesday night poker or something?"
The Bear sighed and shook his head; "No, it was for some investment he wanted to make. Sure fire thing, he said. I loaned him twenty thousand..."
Tanj's jaw dropped; "Twenty... I've been through his finances; he didn't have anything worth near that much! Did he say what his investment was?"
The Bear looked, if anything, sheepish. "Um... Halvartii Slickback futures, I think."
Tanj winced. Gambling was one thing, but the futures market was something else entirely.
"Let me talk to him, and if he confirms your story, I'll see what we can do about repaying you..."
The Bear grinned and nodded; "Thank you, Ma'am! I DO appreciate that!"
As the Bear walked off, Tanj watched him go; "And if I didn't, I'd have another duel on my hands, I bet..."
"Look, I don't care WHAT it takes, we need at least two more of those devices, and a good thirty countervails by Thursday! INTSALLED!"
Logistics looked at Maintenance, who just looked back and shrugged, "Jenka, that's a tall order; my folks are going to want overtime..."
Jenka sighed and threw up her paws, "You guys have been stalling for days, and NOW you demand OVERTIME? Forget it. Straight time and not a penny more. And if you can't get it done, I'll see if Operations can have some of the capital ship engineering crews do it FOR you!"
Tanj chuckled from down the table, "you know, Mistress, some of the Engineering departments just MIGHT want to build the countervails themselves, so they're sure they work right... and so that they might be able to repair, ah, battle damage."
Operations blinked at the Cheetah and then turned to Jenka, "YEAH! That's a GOOD idea; I'm sure THEY'd be willing to find the time..."
Maintenance turned and shot Tanj a dirty look as Jenka growled, "All right, that should let maintenance finish the weapons on time, without robbing us blind..."
Turning her attention back to the Cheetah, Jenka growled; "Now, Pet, what have you come up with for a scapegoat?
Tanj grinned and rose. Pushing a button on a hand-held remote, the display screens were filled with the image of a buxom red Vixen in stylistic (and rather revealing) Pirate garb, "This is Captain Jane Calamity, of the Crimson Corsairs. Yes, I know they don't usually operate in this sector, but that's actually a benefit. They have a very flamboyant style which lets them be easily identified. They're about as large as the Black Fleet was before the addition of the Brethren remnants, and about as well equipped. We should be able to alter our comm protocols, our appearance, and our behavior to match. Right now, their tactics aren't all that dissimilar from our own, so that shouldn't be a problem. Our biggest problem is going to be one of asset allocation."
At the Jaguar's blank look, Tanj went on; "we have to make sure that the Crimson Corsairs pull NO major operation while we're raiding Nikkeldepain. In fact, they shouldn't pull anything off immediately before or after.
Jenka nodded; "and how are we going to do that?"
Tanj grinned; "By blowing the whistle on them, of course. That means we'll have to watch them VERY closely. More tasking orders for too few recon drones, and more work for the signals intercepts unit, and cryptography. If we figure out what they're about to do, we simply put a few words in the right ears. Convoys will change course, guards will be doubled. Targets will suddenly become much less attractive, or uneconomical to attack."
Jenka chuckled; "I like it. If we have to, we'll task some of the ex-Brethren ships with cloaking devices on those missions." After a moment, Jenka leaned forward a little, studying the screen as the briefing slides continued to cycle. As it flashed from the Vixen, to a depiction of the paint job on the typical Crimson Corsair ship, to a group shot of several of their more notable lieutenants and their outlandish garb, she frowned. "We do have another problem, Pet. I'll never be able to impersonate their leader..."
Tanj laughed; "No, Mistress, but I think I know someone who can..."
The guard stopped in front of the cage and gestured at the leather-wrapped vixen; "Just as you ordered; all tied up, with no where to go, and NO chance to play with herself. I've even got the only key to those locks, so there's no chance any of the other guards have had her either."
Chris chuckled and nodded, "Very good; I appreciate it." Taking the key from the guard, the Fox bent to open the door. The cage was tight for one, but even tighter for two. Still, the only way to get Zassa out was to get her unlocked, and the mesh was too tight to reach through. With a sigh the Fox shook his head, "The things I do, the things I put myself through... I DO hope she appreciates it..."
Zassa felt paws moving over the leather, releasing straps, undoing bonds... And for once she couldn't WAIT to be released. Before the guards had strappped her up tight, they'd painted certain sensitive portions of her anatomy with something that felt like liquid fire. Her pussy was aflame, her asshole burned, and her nipples seemed to be molten. Exactly the kind of thing that turned her on, made her screamingly aroused. And tied like she'd been she could barely breathe, let alone relieve the growing itch. Strong hands pulled her backwards, and out of the cage. For a moment they departed, only to reappear at the back of her head, tugging at the lacings... As the hood came off, as the thick plug gag withdrew from her mouth, she chanced a glance upward. As she thought; Chris Fox. Roland wouldn't have been so... devilish, so wicked, so... perceptive?
Chris watched the Vixen squirm, and smiled. That stuff he'd gotten at Hinoki's really seemed to have done the trick. Now, for the icing on the cake... Reaching into a pocket he withdrew three small silvery spheres... As Zassa's eyes fastened on them, she both tensed... And smiled.
"You recognize these, little one? You should, they're yours. I got them, and several other very interesting toys from your cabin. Now, lets see, how do they go on...?"
Zassa watched as the Fox reached out, taking one breast in his left hand, as the right one positioned the clamp over her nipple, ignoring the nipple ring that would have made the attachment so much easier, and so much less painful. As the Fox released the little sphere, Zassa groaned. They were heavier than they looked, and the clamp was savage on her nipple. She managed to keep quiet as he fastened the second one on her right nipple, but when he bent to fasten the third on her still-burning clitty, she couldn't help but let out a long, drawn-out moan of pain and pleasure...
Chris straightened, watching her face. He'd heard, from Tanj, and Hinoki, and even Wanda and Kath, but wanted to make sure himself, that this wasn't going too far. The Vixen stood, knees slightly apart, head bowed, breathing rapidly, apparently oblivious to her surroundings. Padding around behind her, the Fox reached down, to shove his paw rudely between her legs, two fingers jabbing at her sex. Somewhat to his surprise, they slid in easily, making the Vixen moan again. Whatever else was going on, she was definitely turned on. Pulling his fingers out, he fished the remote from a pocket and turned it on to a low setting. As the three little spheres began to vibrate, the Vixen moaned again, her body shuddering. Chris just chuckled and pulled a leash from his pocket, to attach it to her collar.
Zassa tried HARD to ignore the tugs, and the vibrations as they walked through the corridors. The vibrators weren't set high enough to make her climax, but the swaying, and tugging might just do it. Savoring the pleasure and the pain, the Vixen did her best to move smartly at the end of his leash; if she did it just right, she'd climax two, maybe three times before they got to his quarters.
Roland watched from the nook as the two went by, and smiled. Give them a half a day, and she'd probably be delighted to be "rescued" from that Fox.
Chris led the Vixen through the door to his quarters, and as the door slid shut, he turned to unfasten the leash; "Lets see... I have many things planned for you, Little one, but I think the first thing is a good meal. There should be lasagna in the oven, along with garlic bread. There's a Cesar salad on the counter, and a bottle of red wine airing next to it. Why don't you go fix me a plate, and serve it to me, at the table." Watching the Vixen's shapely ass as she sashayed into the kitchen, Chris sighed. So lovely. Fumbling a little, he managed to pull out the chair at the table, and get himself seated without having to tear his eyes from her.
Zassa smiled as she sniffed the aromas. It smelled like some truly potent garlic bread, just like she liked it. Finding a potholder, she opened the oven and withdrew the lasagna. It looked to be homemade, not prepackaged. Could the Fox cook? That'd be refreshing. Setting it on the stovetop she fished out the bread, and then went looking for a spatula.
Chris smiled as the naked slave brought him his dinner. Her form was perfect as she knelt before placing the plate before him. Rising she retreated to the kitchen returning with a salad bowl, and his wineglass. She waited for him to take a sip before returning to the kitchen, to fetch the bottle, keeping it close at hand, awaiting the sign that his glass needed refilling.
Chris savored the taste of the lasagna. It was so hard to find fresh tomatoes in space, even with the hydroponics. Too many pirates wanting to grow malt, barley, or hops, for their home-brew. Cutting another piece with the edge of his fork, he debated how much he should eat before giving her a piece.
Zassa waited patiently, her stomach rumbling. Whenever his glass got low, she refilled it, but mostly she just watched him eat, attentive as a slave should be. The Academy had taught her to wait as long as necessary, to be the perfect slave, but that had been a while ago. As she knelt, watching, she reflected on how her life had changed once again. Now she was too used to getting food whenever she wanted, to doing pretty much whatever she wanted. A part of her rebelled at that, the traditional submissive mentality wanting to push all such things off on a kind and loving master. Another part of her rankled at watching him eat when she was so hungry.
It was a most curious dichotomy.
As she watched, she couldn't help but wonder if Wanda ever did this to Kath? And what the Mink might think of it.
Chris finished the Lasagna, and smiled. Pausing to wipe his mouth with the linen napkin, he turned to look at the Vixen; "Why don't you go get me a second helping..." Zassa immediately rose, to take the plate, moving as she'd been taught, the motions second nature. In the kitchen, Zassa cut him a slightly larger slice than she thought he'd want, and then added a few pieces of the garlic bread. Holding the dish in both paws she padded back to the Fox, to place the dish before him, to kneel where she'd been...
Zassa poured the last of the wine into his glass, and returned to her kneeling position. To her amazement it looked as if he was going to eat it all... And that angered her, making it difficult to hold her position, to hold her outward appearance of calm. When the Fox had finished he smiled and rose, crooking his finger at her, "Bring the dishes, slave." Turning, he padded off towards the kitchen, his empty wineglass in one hand.
When Zassa entered the kitchen with the dirty dishes, Chris was pulling another bottle of wine from the rack. As he worked at opening it he glanced in her direction, "is my slave hungry?"
It was all Zassa could do to nod just once, and keep her eyes downcast. Chris popped the cork from the neck of the bottle and nodded, "ah, but hungry for what, that's the question. Still, I suppose sustenance will be required."
Turning he glanced at Zassa again, "Although I do think you could stand to loose a few pounds..." Zassa had a hard time keeping any sign of emotion from her face, but internally she raged "What in the HELL is wrong with my figure? I work hard to look like this! Loose a few pounds indeed!"
Chris chuckled to himself; he'd seen the slight stiffening, the almost unnoticeable widening of her eyes. Comments about weight always got to them, no matter who they were. Pouring himself another glass of wine, he sighed, "well, I guess we'll just have to see, now won't we? Tell you what, I'll let you eat, if that's what you REALLY want..."
After taking a sip from his glass, the Fox put it down, and picking up the pan of lasagna, he scraped what was left into a bowl. The bowl was set on the floor, in the corner. Chuckling, the Fox produced another bottle, a smaller one, and like a bottle of fine perfume, it had a small sprayer attached. "Now, little one, you can have the food, or you can have me."
So saying he sprayed a single squirt at the Vixen. "your choice."
Zassa felt the cool mist float over her face, and suddenly the scent of the Chocolate Pantheress hit her. The effect was so strong it was almost as if she'd been slammed with a pillow. Rocking back on her heels, where she knelt, she shook her head, as if to clear it... And then her eyes turned to the Fox...
As her mind reeled, Zassa suddenly had a mental image of herself, and others at the Academy, teased to distraction, hot as could be, horny as hell, and NOT allowed any satisfaction. On occasion they'd been forced to correctly complete demanding tasks despite their advanced state of arousal, to do things correctly in the face of overwhelming need. Laughing to herself, perhaps a little maniacally, the Vixen turned, and on hands and knees, crawled across the floor to the bowl.
In some deep, dark recess of her mind, someone a whole lot more rational was saying "he'll be affected by the Pheromones too; he'll not be able to leave YOU alone... and you should be able to have your lasagna, and your fucking too..."
Chris watched in absolute disbelief as the Vixen made for the food bowl. As the Vixen crouched on all fours, he shook his head, "Man, I KNOW I make a mean lasagna, but this is beyond belief!"
For a moment he just watched, and then the scent hit him. Without really knowing what he was doing, the Fox dropped his pants, and moved forward, to kneel between the Vixen's feet. As she lapped at the bowl on the floor, her ass was almost perfectly positioned...
Zassa moaned around a mouthful of lasagna as the Fox entered her. Panting, she pushed back against him, surrendering to the pheromones, letting her building lusts take just a little control. The sensation of the fox's cock wedging her apart from labia to womb, filling her, stretching her, was heaven. But so was the lasagna.
As she rocked back and forth, shoving back against the Fox's cock, moving forward to lap at the bowl, that maniacal laugh echoed through her head again; it seemed to say "lucky Vixen, to find a master who can COOK!"
Chris groaned audibly, as his shaft sunk into the vixen; the pheromones must have been having SOME effect on her, as she was dripping wet. Or was she always that way? With paws on her hips, he drove into her with increasing fury, unable to help himself. Usually he liked to take it slow, make it last, show how skillful he was, but tonight he just slammed into her harder and harder, all rational thoughts gradually being overwhelmed by the increasing flood-tide of lust.
Zassa found herself bouncing back and forth much too hard to keep her chin in the bowl. Didn't much matter, most of the lasagna was gone anyways. Bracing her paws against the walls, trying to keep her head from hitting the wall, she worked back against him as hard as she could, her vaginal muscles clenching at his driving cock. She'd had dinner, kinda; now it was time for desert!
Chris couldn't help it; despite some far-off voice screaming that this wasn't what he was supposed to do, that this wasn't "him", the rest of him fucked the Vixen as hard as he could, intent only on his orgasm. When it came, it almost caught him by surprise. As his claws dug into the magnificent globes of the Vixen's ass, he threw back his head and yipped loudly, his cock seeming to explode within the tight, velvety confines of her pussy. For a moment time seemed to stand still, and reality seemed to turn inside out... Panting hard, he shook his head, trying hard to get his eyes to uncross...
Zassa felt the fox cum, the jet of his hot seed sending her over the edge into her own climax. Writhing, she panted, moaned, and yipped in response. As she calmed down, her climax receding, she realized that for a moment he'd gone a little... "slack". Not that his cock wasn't still rock-hard, but more that he wasn't trying to drive her headfirst through the wall.
Squirming around, she giggled, pulling away from him just long enough to push him backwards onto the kitchen floor. Grabbing the wine bottle from the shelf she pounced, straddling his hips, facing his feet. Before the surprised Fox could respond, Zassa had reached between her legs and grab his cock; positioning the head of his shaft at her anus, she drove herself down, gasping as he filled her back passage.
Chris' head came up off the floor as the Vixen impaled herself on his cock; it took a moment to realize that she'd driven it up her ass! LORD she was tight. AND hot! As he looked, she half-turned, to wink at him. Raising the bottle of wine to her lips she tipped it back to take a long drink. Then, with a giggle, she turned back. He heard the bottle thump as it hit the floor, and then she was rising up, lifting so that only the head of his shaft was nestled within her rosebud. Wide-eyed, he watched as she moved the bottle between his legs, until it pressed against his balls. Then, with a groan, she settled back down, his cock driving into her ass, the neck of the bottle disappearing into her pussy! As she started to move, fucking both him and the bottle, he shook his head in amazement, and the idle thought floated through his brain as he wondered if he'd bitten off more than he could chew...
Zassa giggled at the strained position; she was almost doing a headstand, paws out to balance her; above her, Christ stood, straddling her; as she was upside-down, he was right-side up, crotch to crotch. She had a real good view of his left ankle. In an amazing feat of... Dexterity? Chris had pointed his cock straight down, into her waiting pussy. Now he was doing something like shallow deep-knee bends, fucking her in the most unusual way... Not that she was complaining in the least. Giggling she squirmed, working her vaginal muscles around his shaft, milking him, squeezing him, as he took her in so unusual a way.
Chris grunted and bobbed up and down; he'd thought she'd like this. She wasn't the only one with a vast sexual repertoire. As he moved, he tried to count the times he'd brought her off; at least four climaxes with his shaft in her pussy, perhaps another three with his tongue, and maybe another three, with his cock in her ass, and his fingers in her pussy. Or that wine bottle. She sure was hot tonight, and he was going to do EVERYTHING in his power to make it a memorable night...
Or was it still night? How long had they been going?
Chris smiled and took another pull from the bottle; it was the most curious taste sensation, at least half wine, half Zassa's juices. Chuckling he took another pull from the bottle and then passed it back to Zassa; this time she was sitting in his lap, facing him, as she slowly, teasingly rode his shaft. The pheromones were still raging through his hindbrain, and his cock was still hard enough to cut diamonds, but physical exhaustion was starting to take its toll of both of them. They'd been through almost every position he'd ever even heard of, and quite a few he hadn't. He'd had her standing, sitting, laying, hands and knees, in her mouth, in her ass, in her pussy, between her breasts. He'd had what must have been a good dozen orgasms, and he'd lost count of the number of climaxes she'd had. As she rose slowly, his shaft coming into view, he looked down and shook his head, amazed that she could still move, amazed that he didn't want her to STOP moving. Gathering what energy he had left, he gathered his feet beneath him, and with a lurch rose to a standing position. Zassa's arms went around his neck, her legs around his hips, and the now pretty much empty bottle hit the floor. Staggering, panting, he made his way towards where he'd left the counter-agent.
Zassa moaned and bounced in time with each of the Fox's steps, gasping each time his hard shaft drove into her pussy. A part of her idly wondered where he was going, but the rest of her just didn't care. Holding onto him tight, she moved as he moved, working herself towards another mind-shattering climax.
Chris found the bottle, almost picking up the wrong one by mistake. Fumbling, as the Vixen cried out, as she shuddered, as her pussy clenched tight around his shaft once again, he brought the bottle up and sprayed her right in the face. Without waiting for a result, he turned and sprayed himself too. The liquid was cool on his face, and he sighed... And then he took another look at the bottle. It was the right one, all right... Fumbling more, he unscrewed the top and poured it over the Vixen; she just giggled and shook her head, hair flying. A droplet happened to land on Chris' muzzle, and instinctively he licked out at it. It tasted like water, with a slight overlay of plastic. Groaning he sniffed the bottle, the telltale scent of the counter-agent wasn't present in the least!
Zassa groaned; he'd stopped moving. She wasn't ready for him to stop moving yet. With a growl, she threw herself to one side. If he was just going to STAND there, maybe she could topple him to the floor, so at least SHE could do the moving. As they fell, her tail hit the table, knocking the other bottle to the floor...
Chris blinked and shook his head; what had he been thinking about? Whatever it was, it couldn't be as important as the nude, and oh-so-willing Vixen in his arms. She was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, and he just HAD to have her. With a growl, he shoved at her, rolling her over. Taking an ankle in each hand, he drove into her sodden pussy. Bending her double, her knees pressed against her ample breasts, he proceeded to give her the fucking she so richly deserved!
Zassa howled with glee; she didn't know what'd brought him back to life, but she wasn't complaining! Whooeeeee!
Jenka chuckled and nodded; "Yes, as audacious a slave as Zassa is, I can just IMAGINE her as a pirate queen." Looking up, the Jaguar grinned; "John, find out where Zassa is right now. I think we need to have a word with her."
Chris' body trembled, but his blood was pounding in his ears, and his cock was hard and as ready as ever. The Vixen was bent across the back of his easy chair, and he was pounding into her so hard, her feet had lifted off the floor. It was amazing; as long as they'd been going at it, and she was still tight. Still the sexiest thing he'd ever even imagined. As yet another orgasm loomed he gripped her hips harder and pounded away for all he was worth.
John shook his head, looking up from the comm; "Mistress, the computer says Zassa was checked out of the kennel early yesterday, by Chris. The computer says they're both in his quarters, but the "do not disturb" flag is set."
Jenka chuckled and waved a hand. "Override the privacy flag". Turning to grin at the Cheetah, she purrred; "Being the boss around here DOES have its perogatives."
Zassa heard the chime as if it were in another room. The fox had cum again, and having done so, had slumped down to the floor. However, he was still breathing, and therefor there was still hope that she could get him hard again. Ignoring the irritating noise, she crouched over him, using tongue and fingers to try and bring him back to some semblance of life...
John shrugged; "Mistress, there's no answer."
Jenka sighed; "well, then, I guess you're just going to have to go down there and fetch her."
His face neutral the equine bowed and turned to head for the door.
Chris gradually returned to his senses; someone's tail was waving just over his face. Forcing his head up, he found the Vixing riding his shaft, facing his feet. Grunting, amazed that he could still move, amazed that he was still alive, he found the energy to sit up; reaching around her, he captured her breasts in his paws, squeezing hard. The Vixen let out a little squeal and only seemed to move all the faster.
John sighed and knocked on the door one last time. He'd tried the doorbell several times, with no result. After rapping so hard, he'd scratched the paint, he shook his head, and entered the override code in the keypad. The door immediately slid open. Stepping through the door and into the semi-gloom, he twitched his tail aside just as the door closed behind him. The place looked like a disaster area. The couch was overturned, its cushions strewn about. The recliner looked... Bent, as if something heavy had hit it from the side. It looked as if all the items on the coffee table had been swept aside... And there were curious stains on the coffee table's surface. Sniffing cautiously, the Stallion grinned; the scent of sex was heavy in the air... but there was something else... the smell of cinnamon and... The Stallion's eyes went wide, even as his cock responded, thickening, expanding out of its sheath, until it lifted the hem of his kilt. It was the scent of that Chocolate Pantheress! Chris must have been experimenting with some of Hinoki's "product". The rational explanation did little to comfort the Stallion as he felt himself striding forward, looking for either, or both of the furrs that were supposed to be in these rooms...
Zassa sensed motion and turned; what met her gaze was truly a wonder to behold; a large, black Stallion, with an enormous erection. Giggling, as she moved astride Chris' hips she waved him over. The Fox might be good, very good, but he was flagging, and here was fresh meat!
John grinned at the sight of the cum-soaked vixen. Moving forward, he reached down to take her head in both of his hands, and straddling the Fox's legs, he brought her muzzle to his cock. With a hungry growl she opened her jaws wide, and did her best to engulf him.
Chris watched through slitted eyes, as the Vixen seemed to take an unbelievable amount of horseflesh into her mouth. He imagined he could almost see the outline of the head of the stallion's cock at the back of her neck as he started moving his hips, driving his shaft in and out of her mouth, perhaps a little more forcefully, a little more quickly than she might like. And yet, all through it all, she never missed a stroke on his shaft.
Jenka looked up from her briefing papers and frowned. Turning to Tanj she mused; "Just how long has John been gone, anyways?"
Tanj turned to look at the Chronograph and just shrugged.
Zassa giggled and squirmed in pleasure; it was about time one of them had tried something like this! From somewhere, Chris had found a spreader bar, and now, with her ankles held almost uncomfortably far apart, she dangled from the Stallion's strong hands. He held her, seemingly tirelessly, off the floor, slowly raising and lowering her onto his huge cock. Chris had come up behind her, his shaft in her ass, and was squeezing her breasts as the Stallion did all the work. She loved being SO helpless, in the grip of strong and determined furrs. Panting hard, she worked vaginal and anal muscles, teasing both of them. As she concentrated, she idly wondered which of them would cum first, and if it was the horsie, would he put her down, or come up with some other interesting position?
Tanj yawned and stretched; looking over at the clock she shook her head; "Mistress, I'm starting to worry about John... He's been gone an awfully long time."
Jenka chuckled and shrugged; "he's a big boy; I'm sure he can take care of himself. Besides, its too late to really start a discussion with Zassa on the subject of her role in the upcoming raid. Lets go over the contingency plans one more time and then get some sleep. If he's not back by morning, we'll go looking for him."
Zassa groaned around Chris' cock; she was suspended from the ceiling, in a tight ball-tie. The knotwork might not have been up to Chris' usual standards, but then, the guys probably had other things on their minds. Now, she swung back and forth like an obscene pendulum, Chris' cock sliding into her mouth as she swung forward, the Stallion' shaft sliding into her pussy as she swung back. And two sets of eager hands made sure she stayed in motion, too...
Jenka frowned, and pushed the doorbell again. "Something's wrong..."
Tanj nodded; "Yes, Mistress; the computer says they're all still in there, but..."
Jenka sighed; "John seems to be becoming increasingly... "distracted" by the pleasures of the flesh; I DO believe I need to have a word with him."
Tanj watched, her frown deepening as the Jaguar punched in the override code...
Zassa grinned and stretched while she could; it was obvious the boys were merely exchanging one method of restraint for another, but while they were fiddling with the harness, she'd take advantage of her "liberty"... It was then that the door started to open...
"You know, Mistress... It might not be such a good idea to go in there..."
Jenka just harrumphed and the leash went tight, as she dragged the Cheetah through the still opening door...
Zassa blinked at the bright light from outside as the door slid silently open. Grinning, she pounced while she was able...
Jenka yelped as the leash was suddenly jerked out of her paw. Her eyes were adjusting to the gloom, but she was still having trouble making things out in the darkened room. And what was that smell? Surely she'd smelled that before... But where? Suddenly it hit her; just as John and Chris rose, some web of leather straps held between them. They were both nude, and grinning, and both were sporting large erections...
Tanj purrred and lapped hard into the Vixen's cunny, tasting Fox and Stallion, and of course, Vixen... As her tongue worked over all the most sensitive spots in the Vixen's cleft, Zassa did the same, returning the favor... It'd been a long time, too long, since she'd been able to play with the Vixen, and she was determined to make the most of every minute. Thus, she missed John and Chris stripping the jumpsuit off of Jenka (did they know how much that had COST?), and binding her in the harness. While the Jaguar struggled, it was more to get at them, than to keep from being bound, the pheromones filling her brain as well.
Jenka groaned into the gag; the Fox had been wonderfully inventive with the straps, and she now hung from the ceiling, her torso horizontal, legs stretched back over her body, widely spread, her head hanging down. The Fox's cock was in her throat, the Stallion's shaft stetching her pussy Sooooooo delightfully, each of them pumping away...
Some small part of her rankled that she wasn't in charge, that SHE was the one bound and tied. But for the moment the pleasures of that big, thick cock driving in and out of her pussy, the feel of the Fox's shaft in her mouth, were all that she really cared about. Squirming as much as she could she licked avidly at the cock in her mouth, while she rose higher and higher towards Nirvana...
Zassa smiled; the Cheetah hadn't resisted at all, letting her bind her tight, arms behind her back, legs bent double, folded under her, her knees held wide apart by a spreader bar, her body slightly arched upwards. It exposed her pussy so delightfully. Holding the two double-dongs she crouched between the Cheetah's legs, teasing her asshole and her pussy, each with the head of a different dong...
Tanj moaned and panted as the Vixen filled her with the two dongs. She couldn't see what Zassa was doing, but thought she knew anyways; she could feel the Vixen's feet slide under her, as she brought her crotch close to her own. The dongs wiggled, and Tanj was certain that Zassa was inserting the other ends into her own pussy, and ass. And then she felt the Vixen start to move. It was an old game they played; by working her vaginal and anal muscles she could hold the dongs tight, letting the Vixen take pleasure as she moved back and forth... And then the Vixen would clamp down, pumping them in and out of Tanj's pussy and ass. It was great exercise for those special muscles, and after a while, well, it had its own rewards...
Jenka heard the Cheetah cry out, heard her scream of pleasure. It echoed similar noises she would have made, had she been able. The males had traded places, and now John's massive shaft filled her mouth, threatened to fill her throat. It effectively stifled any noises she might have made as her own climax ripped through her, sharp little teeth shredding her mind and her soul, hot flashes of lighting illuminating all her pleasure centers...
The opportunity might never come again. Jenka watched as they maneuvered Tanj, to straddle the Stallion's hips, pushing her down until his cock was belly-button deep in her pussy. Chris then pushed her forward, so that he could sink his still-rampant shaft into her ass. Zassa crouched over the Stallion's muzzle, leaning forward so that the Cheetah could nuzzle her breasts. For the moment, the Jaguar was ignored. Part of her felt outrage at that; but another part had recognized the situation for what it was, and knew they'd be here forever, if she wasn't able to DO something.
Unfortunately, they'd left her still half-bound. Somewhere, they'd found a harness that fit her. A slightly too tight collar encircled her neck; straps ran down front and back, through her crotch. That strap held a large butt-plug in her ass, and an even larger vibrator in her pussy. The vibrations were driving her crazy, and it was difficult to fight the temptation to just give in to them. More straps encircled her, above and below her breasts, at her waist, and worse, around the tops of each thigh, the thigh straps somehow connected to the crotch strap. It made moving her legs... "interesting." Her wrists were bound to the outsides of the thigh straps, holding her arms straight down. A large ring gag filled her mouth, and both the males had taken turns making use of that orifice. But now they were occupied elsewhere...
Struggling to her feet, the Jaguar looked around. Flight was not an option; with the pheromones in her fur, she'd merely wind up the plaything of the first furr she met in the corridor. And that would NOT be good for her ability to command the Black fleet... SURELY there was a shower, or a bath here somewhere; she HAD to get the pheromones out of her fur...
Chris pulled out of the cheetah's ass, and wrapping his paw around his shaft, pumped himself a few times until he was able to spray his seed over her shapely buns. Panting, he looked around for the other female... Where did she get to? That was when he heard water running...
Jenka panted hard; it hadn't been easy to open the taps with her paws bound the way they were, and she'd fallen once trying to get into the shower. Now, too-cold water sluiced over her. Shivering, she grinned; at least her head had cleared... She looked up as she heard the door open. There stood a leering Chris, still as hard as ever. Jenka chuckled and gave him her best "come hither" look. Obligingly he stepped under the shower, to take her in his arms, to give her a deep, hot kiss.
Tanj groaned, another climax blossoming, illuminating all the corners of her mind, as the Stallion bounced her up and down on his cock HARD. It felt SO good, but she was beginning to wonder just how much longer she could go on...
Chris sighed; "No, that won't work either. There's only one way I know of, and I hate to do it. Its going to ruin all my stuff."
Jenka raised an eyebrow in a silent question. As soon as Chris had come to his senses he'd released her hands; she'd adjusted the temperature of the shower first, and stripped off the harness second. A part of her was REAL sorry to loose that vibrator... "We have things to do; we've been in here WAY too long..."
The Fox nodded, took a couple of deep breaths, and stepped out of the shower. The keypad was just across the bathroom, and he finished keying in the sequence just as he found himself having to take a deep breath. The effect was instantaneous; suddenly he was hard again, and there was a female close by. Turning he got about two steps back towards the shower, when the overhead sprinkler system went off.
Tanj laughed as water cascaded down over her. Somehow Jenka had found a way to stop the orgy. Looking down, she found a sad look on the stallion's face; he looked back up at her and sighed, "I'm in trouble again, aren't I?"
The four of them were still dripping wet, their clothes mismatched and clinging as they headed towards ops. Jenka was bound and determined to find out what had happened in her absence, half-convinced it had been a trap set for HER, and suspecting that someone might have started a mutiny while she was "otherwise occupied."
As they walked, Chris muttered to the Stallion, sotto-voice; "I have to admit, I'm sure glad Zassa was on top of me when you showed up."
The Stallion chuckled quietly, his eyes on Jenka ahead of him; "Yeah, when that stuff hit me, all I cared about was sinking my cock into something; Fox butt would have been just as good as Vixen pussy."
Chris nodded; "my point exactly, and you know I don't go in for that."
John just shrugged; "Yeah, I know, but it wouldn't have mattered in the least."
The Fox just nodded, and then winced; he knew how well hung the Stallion was; it would have HURT. As they walked, he started to wonder if perhaps it wasn't a specific assault on HIM. Once again, he ran through a mental list of enemies, and possible counter-attacks. A review of the security cameras suddenly became a priority...
Tanj sighed as she walked, glad for once that the sight of a nude Cheetah wasn't that remarkable on the Black Fleet's station. It kept wet clothes from chafing, and she was sure that Jenka and Chris were having that problem. Even John's kilt looked bunched and clinging. As they turned the corner, heading down the corridor towards Ops, she tried to figure out how in the world she was going to get Hinoki and Sashi off of the station and to someplace safe. Jenka wasn't going to tolerate this kind of thing much longer.
Tanj smiled as she turned away from her terminal. The... Coyote? Smith was good, whatever he was, but she still had caught his reflection in the terminal's screen.
"I'm glad you stopped by; what do you think of the operational plan?" The... Wolf? shrugged, "I've seen better. They seem to depend rather heavily on all their assumptions being correct. For instance, the assumption that the weapon will disrupt all surface transportation and thus prevent Militia reinforcements from arriving is quite "iffy" if you ask me."
Tanj nodded, "As well as the fact that they're expecting it to disrupt personal energy weapons as well. We know the field isn't all-pervasive. Some things will have natural shielding, just by coincidence. I know. Believe me, I think it's a most risky proposition, and yet, it must be done, for two reasons."
The...Fox? raised an eyebrow. Tanj shrugged; "first off, you yourself know about the financial assault on the Black Fleet. IF this works, and it's a pretty big IF, then there will be enough booty to quiet any dissention, to still any criticism, for a while at least. And that'll give me time to try and catch whoever's behind it."
The... Smith just nodded, "and that's a good reason. I believe the risks are commensurate with such a reward. And your other reason?"
Tanj just smiled, "On the target list that Professor Corey left. The Nikkeldepain University's Center for Spatial Anomolies. And its less than 17 kilometers from the spaceport."
Understanding dawned on Smith's face, "Ah, so THAT is what this is REALLY all about! Very good, Madam, I applaud you!" Leaning forward, he grinned; "so how are we going to go about raiding the PRIMARY target?"
Tanj sighed, "Ah, that I haven't really had time to work on. I have a layout of the campus, and a roster of professors, post-docs, graduate students, and undergraduate students, complete with pictures. I know where their central computer is located, along with their central files depository. I know who the main movers and shakers are there, but I have NOT had time to devote to a suitable plan of action..."
Smith nodded, "and you were thinking along the lines of...?"
Tanj sighed, "I was thinking of plopping the Lost Cause down in the courtyard, and using the ship's guns to force them to hand over all they had."
Smith chuckled, "Spoken like a TRUE pirate! Except it would give you away; everyone would know that the raid on the Center for Spatial Anomolies would point STRAIGHT to you, personally, and THAT would point straight to the Black Fleet."
Tanj sighed and nodded, "Yeah, I suppose you're right... So what do YOU suggest?"
Tanj walked slowly down the hall, her attention on the PADD in her paws. Smith's plan was audacious, but if anyone could pull it off, he could. However, he had a list of supplies that weren't going to be easy to come by, especially given the short time. Now where on a space station could she find an AirCar, of all things?
The vixen was asleep in her bunk, in her own cabin, on the Lost Cause. It was the last place Tanj would have expected to find her, and had taken the station's computer to locate her. She'd been asleep, but had roused when Tanj opened the door. For a moment, Tanj was tempted to let her sleep; she knew what an ordeal she'd been through. Chris could barely walk, and Jenka was having trouble sitting... But there was just too much to do, and time was slipping away.
"Hey, sleepyhead; hate to wake you, but something's come up... "
Zassa blinked, yawned and then stretched. Tanj watched the Vixen stretch and chuckled to herself; if she wasn't so exhausted herself, it'd be tempting to crawl into the Vixen's bed. "Yeah, but if you did that right now" she chuckled to herself, "you'd just fall asleep."
Zassa looked at the Cheetah blearily, and muttered "Wazzup?"
Tanj smiled, "I need you to do a little acting for a while. How'd you like to be a Pirate Queen for a while?"
Zassa was still yawning as they made their way down to supply.
"Tell me about this outfit I get to wear again" the Vixen mumbled.
Tanj laughed, "Its scandalous! An X-rated parody of an old time pirate outfit, complete with cocked hat, and thigh-high boots."
"Do I get to carry a cutlass?"
Tanj chuckled and nodded, "You do. And you get to swear a lot."
Zassa grinned, "Arrrrrrrrr!"
"Hey, Tanj!"
The duo stopped and turned. Roland, in faded fatigues, strode up to them.
"Heya, Captain; need to ask a favor of you."
Tanj nodded noncommittally, "what's on your mind?"
Roland took a deep breath, the words tumbling out in a rush; "Hinoki told me that you've got a suit of Imperial Powered Armor on your ship. In the upcoming operation, I'd like to borrow it, to try and demonstrate to these yokels just exactly what a trained operator can DO with powered armor. I'll put up a bond for its safe return; I promise to get it back to you in one piece, or die trying!"
Tanj chuckled and shook her head, "its not exactly mine, you know... and..."
For a moment her words trailed off, and she got a faraway look. After a moment she pulled out her PADD, and started scrolling, calling up information.
"Hmmmm. Yes, that might work. Maybe..."
Looking up she gazed at the Badger critically, "I'll let you borrow it, with a few qualifications. First off, It'll have to be painted in a certain design. Second, there will be communications protocols you will HAVE to adopt. To further the illusion that we're the Crimson Corsairs, I'm going to want you to impersonate one of their lieutenants, one who has in the past used powered armor. He's...distinctive. I'll want you to leave the impression with all who see you, that you're him."
Roland frowned, "there's got to be more to it than that; what aren't you telling me?"
Tanj sighed and looked down; "He's got a thing for violence. Tends to leave death and destruction in his wake. If you use the suit, you'll have to shoot up the place a little more than you otherwise would."
Roland shook his head, "Hey, I'm not going to kill more than I have to..."
Tanj nodded, "Nor would I ask you to; but you can still give the illusion of being a triggerhappy bastard. You don't REALLY have anything against destroying inanimate objects, do you?"
Roland thought for a minute and then shrugged, "Such as? Lets face it, if I shoot up an apartment building, there's a good chance someone will get hurt. If I trash a school, who knows if school's out?"
Tanj nodded; "We're going to hit them at night, when most folks will be home. Shoot up parked aircars, blow up trucks that we're not going to use, shoot up dumpsters. If stores and restaurants are closed, shoot them up. Get my drift?"
Roland nodded, "and what's the other thing?"
Tanj chuckled, "He has a thing for taking slaves. Female, nubile slaves. Likes to strip them, and chain them to his suit; as he moves about they have to run behind him, or be dragged. Makes it a public display."
The Badger winced, "well, that rules out the jump jets... And I'm not sure I could strip someone with those gauntlets, without hurting them, although I doubt that bothers this guy..."
Tanj nodded, "I'll want you to do everything you can to impersonate him. It'll add to the "legend". Oh, there's one other thing..."
Roland looked at the Cheetah, "there's MORE?"
Tanj nodded, "Smith and I will be pulling our own little op while we're dirtside. If we get into trouble, I'd like to know that you're listening in on our frequency, and will come to our aid if necessary." The Cheetah forced a smile, "of course, I doubt anything will go wrong, but..."
Roland nodded solemnly, "Yeah, that I can handle. And as far as things going wrong, count on it."
As Tanj and Zassa resumed their trek down the corridor towards suppy, Roland watched them for a moment. He'd play-act as much as he could, but he wasn't going to kill anyone just to lend credence to the story they were the Crimson whatevers, wasn't going to waste ammunition he might need later, and wasn't going to terrify any ladies that he didn't have to. The Cheetah would just have to deal with it. Afterwards. Waiting until they were out of sight, he turned and headed for the Intelligence offices. He had his own snooping to do, and he didn't really want the Cheetah to know what he was really after.
The Otteress looked up at the Badger; "Um... well, yeah, I suppose I can keep an ear out for anything having to do with shipments of powered armor... But if that's what your department is after, well, there's an easier way..."
Roland crouched down to look the seated Otteress in the eye; "and what would it cost me to get that information?"
The Otteress smiled; "I came across this in my own private researches, you see. My favorite perfume is called "Odalisque", and its made on Nikkeldepain. Its exported all over the Empire. Now, if I could get the secret, find out their formula, well, I'd never have to pay their extortionate prices again... and I might just make some money in the process. The reason this is of interest to you, is that right next door, in the Industrial park, is a firm that overhauls used powered armor. They have a contract from a number of second-line systems for depot-level maintenance. They also buy old suits on the military surplus market, renovate and upgrade them, and then market them to planets all over the sector; or at least the ones that can't afford first line, or in some cases even second line equipment. Probably won't be really first-line stuff, but... there should be quite a number of suits there."
Roland beamed; "Lady, if I get so many as ONE suit from that shop, you'll have every data crystal I can swipe from that perfume factory, along with their entire inventory!"
Tanj took the message flimsey from the runner, read it, and grinned. Dismissing the runner, she turned to stride down the corridor, to find Jenka. It had taken longer than she'd estimated, but no one was complaining, as mobilizing for an operation of this size had also taken longer than they'd estimated.
Tanj found Jenka in personnel, trying to settle a dispute between two ship captains, over the transfer of crew. Even standing quietly to one side, she seemed to attract everyone's attention, and the arguments gradually trailed off. When everyone, even the Personnel clerks were looking at her, she grinned and with a flourish handed the flimsey to Jenka. Jenka scanned it, and looked up at the two Captains.
"Transfer's postponed. We'll settle it at the end of the operation."
Turning back to Tanj she handed back the flimsey and then growled; "Get up to Ops. Tell them the fleet leaves in three hours." The two captains looked at each other, and were right behind Tanj as she headed out the door.
Somehow, everyone in Ops already knew, when Tanj padded through the door. The place was a madhouse. Looking around, Tanj passed the flimsey to the duty officer, and then just stood back in amazement.
"Geez, its not like they didn't have days to prepare for this" she thought to herself as a communications officer argued loudly with two ships that both wanted to launch at the same time. Elsewhere a tech was loudly arguing with someone who suddenly realized their fuel tanks weren't full. And in another corner, a rating tried to locate the captain of one of the cruisers. No one seemed to know where he was.
As she strolled through the corridors towards Jenka's quarters, Tanj watched crewfurrs run, dashing here and there as they all tried to make it to their ships before they departed.
"How in the HELL did the Lion do it" she wondered to herself; "The Brethren were NEVER this disorganized..." Shrugging she keyed the door. Inside, there was a note from Jenka, saying she had a million things to attend to, and would be on her flagship, if needed. Otherwise, she'd see her favorite pet in the Nikkeldepain system.
Frowning, Tanj shook her head; "I thought there was supposed to be a final meeting to review communications protocols and the Crimson Corsair deception program..." With a sigh she fetched her bag from under the bed, and sedately headed for the Lost Cause. She wasn't due to launch in the first wave, or even in the second. She didn't WANT to get to the Nikkeldepain system until the shooting had stopped, or at least simmered down. Her ship wasn't even equipped with one of the countervail devices...
"TANJ!"
The cheetah turned and had to grin; there was Zassa, all done up as the leader of the Crimson corsairs. Black leather boots came almost to her crotch, with the tops turned down. Her g-string was carefully crafted from some resiliant metal, and seemed to be the snarling face of a demon, the tips of its horns connected to chains that encircled her hips, its snarling fanged mouth seemingly framing her bare sex, concealing nothing. A similar metallic bra cradled her breasts, pushing them up and together, leaving her pierced nipples bare. A coat as red as her fur rested on her shoulders, but the way it was cut, there was no question of closing it over her front. And a bizarre hat crowned her head. The brim was turned up, a silver skull and crossbones pin holding it in place. A brace of energy pistols were at her hips, the cut-away holsters held by more chains, and she had a cutlass in her hands. There didn't seem to be a scabbard for it...
Tanj chuckled, as the Vixen moved close for a hug; "Had to see you one last time before we left. Its going to be STRANGE not being on the Lost Cause!"
Tanj laughed; "Oh, come on, by the end of the cruise you'll have everyone on the flagship eating out of your hand, Jenka included!"
Zassa giggled; "Oh, I hope not; she says that I have to stand in for you as her pet, during the operation. Frankly, I'm looking forward to being chained to the foot of her bed."
Tanj gave the Vixen another hug; "Have fun, then, and kiss her bye for me. I'll see y'all after the operation!"
With a grin and a flounce of her tail, Zassa turned and strode off. Tanj watched her go, marveling at how the coat was split up the back so far that not only did her tail escape it, but that a goodly portion of her bottom was visible as well.
Hinoki was standing by the airlock, his fur a funny rust color. Tanj stopped and raised one eyebrow.
Hinoki grinned and shrugged; "small problem with the powdered coating sprayer. Yes, I DID get the hull painted as specified..."
Tanj nodded; "But..."
Hinoki shrugged; "well, as I say I had a small problem with the sprayer. The, ah, airlock's got a new paint scheme..."
Tanj just laughed; "I do hope that'll wash out of your fur..."
Hinoki just grinned; "Care to help me scrub?"
Tanj laughed; "I'd LOVE to, but, I've got to get the ship launched, and get us on our way to the rendezvous point. Going to be busy for a bit..."
The Cheetah paused and then smiled; "but once you get yourself clean, why don't you come on up to the flight deck. You know how long it can be, between launch and the point where we can safely engage the warp drive..."
With a wink she turned and headed for the flight deck...
Hinoki padded onto the flight deck; his fur was still just a little damp, and he was completely nude. Tanj was sprawled in the pilot's acceleration couch, her gaze flicking from the Nav display to the main viewscreen.
"Took you long enough."
Hinoki chuckled and spread his paws wide; "well, I KNEW the powder had a static charge; that's what makes it stick to the hull. What I didn't know was that it was hydrophobic as well. I got in the shower and it all turned to something resembling, well, goo."
Tanj turned and looked at him; "you didn't have to wash down with alcohol, did you?"
Hinoki chuckled; "No, I discovered that one of the shampoos had a surfactant that neutralized the surface charge. Or at least neutralized it enough for me to wash it out of my fur."
Tanj frowned; "which shampoo..."
Hinoki chuckled; "Oh, don't worry, it wasn't yours. It was that "Herbal Silk" stuff Kath likes. And yeah, I put a pretty big dent in her supply. I'll make it up to her, though."
Hinoki moved closer, to rub up against Tanj; "But didn't it make my fur soft?"
Tanj grinned and rubbed her cheek against his bellyfur; "Mmmmm, yes. Smell nice, too..."
And at that moment a proximity alarm started beeping plaintively. "Oh, Hell, we're coming up on the Rothschild point. Warp in... seventy seconds."
Hinoki chuckled; "That's long enough; get up for a moment."
Tanj blinked and looked at him, and then with a shrug rose from the acceleration couch.
Hinoki took her place, reclining the back a bit; stretching out he grinned, "now, strip down, Captain, and resume your "seat"...
Tanj laughed and shed what little she was wearing; settling on Hinoki's lap she slid a little closer to the console. She could feel his sheath between her legs, feel the start of his arousal, but did her best to ignored it as she brought up the antimatter reactor. His paws stroked over her hips, and belly as she modulated fuel flows, and plasma streams. One paw stroked up over her left breast while the other paw moved down over her mons as the ship passed that magic point where the gravitational fields became weak enough for the warp drive to be safe, and she engaged the drive.
In the galley, Wanda looked up from her journal; "Huh; usually Tanj makes a smoother transition than that..." Shrugging she went back to her reading.
Tanj groaned and bit her lower lip as she steadied the ship on its new course, and engaged the autopilot. Somehow, despite her best efforts she couldn't keep her hips from moving, just a little, in response to Hinoki's provocations, stroking her rapidly dampening sex along his shaft.
On the Black Fleet's flagship, one of the scan techs frowned; "Huh. That Cheetah's ship was all over the map there for a second; wonder if they're having control problems?"
The tech next to her giggled and shook her head; "I hear the furr that's been selling that aphrodisiac stuff is on that ship."
"Ah, yes, bet THAT explains it. If they're into THAT stuff, they'll probably never be seen again..."
Tanj scanned the displays one last time, and with a groan lifted herself a bit from the couch. Reaching down, she took possession of the Cheetah's hard cock with both paws, lifting it, until she could settle down, impaling herself on it. For a moment she just sat there, eyes roving over the instruments. Some ships were still too close to ignore, but they'd spread out some. Still, for the moment she had to keep an eye out... One eye, at least. Grinning she rolled her hips a little, feeling the Cheetah's shaft move within her. She didn't have to watch EVERY second...
Hinoki just lay on the acceleration couch, letting Tanj take things at her pace. He didn't really want to be responsible for a collision, and yet, well, what better way was there to start a trip?
Roland looked at his maniple and sighed; "Listen up, you yahoos! I'm trying to tell you this stuff for a REASON! Its IMPORTANT! It MIGHT just SAVE YOUR LIFE!"
Towards the back there was a mutter, and the Badger's head turned with all the threat and assurance of a missile turret locking on target.
"HORTON! Would you care to share that with the rest of us?"
A rather large bull elephant slowly rose to his feet; "Yeah, Roland, I would. There's no reason for the rest of us to know how your WONDERFUL powered armor works; there's only one suit, and if YOU die in it, it'll probably be unusable to any of the rest of us! Besides, there ain't no way I'd fit in something like that, anyways. You're just wasting our time!"
The Badger grinned, a fearsome sight completely lost on the Elephant; "that may be, Horton, but there are two VERY good reasons you should pay attention."
"Yeah, riiiiight, and they are?"
Roland smiled; "The first is that we've been assigned to interdict the main highway into the port. Any counterattack is likely to come down that route."
Horton shrugged; "So? With the weapon we're planing on using, they're most likely going to be on foot, and at least most of their weapons won't work. What are they going to do, throw ROCKS at us?"
Roland smiled again; "Chemically powered weapons will work. Explosives will work. You ready to swallow a grenade? Think anyone on the planet might have an elephant gun? Besides, the weapon doesn't work 100%. We've already demonstrated that to ourselves, in our own tests. Anything near a really high magnetic field doesn't seem to be affected. AND its got limited range. What happens if they bring reinforcements in by aircraft? You ready for an air assault?"
The Elephant frowned, and slowly sank back down into his seat without saying a word. From the other side of the room, a ferret piped up; "and the second thing was... ?"
Roland's smile blossomed into an ear-to-ear grin; "I know where we can find more suits. And if the Nikkeldepain Militia responds as I would if I were them, well, we MIGHT just need 'em. NOW LISTEN UP! Movement is controlled by pressure sensors built into the inside of the suit; by yourself you couldn't move an arm or a leg, but if you TRY to move as if you could, the suit will respond...
Wanda smiled. It was amazing what you could do with some rubber cement and surgical tubing. And Imagination.
Sashi was stretched out on the floor, paws over her head, tied to a cargo pallet hold-down; her legs were widely spread and tied to similar anchor points. Her hips were encased in a pair of latex panties. TIGHT latex panties. Made of the same material as a surgeon's glove, where they were wet, they were almost translucent. It was obvious the Chocolate Pantheress' crotch was QUITE wet, where it wasn't covered by the heavy leather strap that encircled her waist and bisected her sex. The latex was marvelously stretchy stuff, and Wanda had slowly pushed a vibrator into her sex from the outside, the panties stretching around the vibrator as if to form a condom. The heavy belt held the vibrator in place. In this manner the Wolverine lass could safely stop Sashi's stimulation whenever she wanted, or even pause to change batteries if need be. However her pheromones weren't totally trapped by the panties; two fittings for tubes had been added to the latex, one on either side of her mons. A line of compressed air hissed into one of them; the other carried the pheromone-laden vapors, heavy with Sashi's scent, to the latex hood that Kath wore. A valve arrangement allowed Wanda to increase or decrease the flow of pheromones to the Mink as she wanted, and right now, it was open full. Without sight, or sound, the only stimulus the poor Mink had was the intoxicating scent of the Pantheress. The hood even had a small scrubber to remove the pheromones when Kath exhaled.
Wanda crouched on hands and knees, with Kath behind her; the double-dong impaling them both. The neat thing, Wanda thought to herself, was that she didn't have to do ANYTHING; Kath was moving hard enough for both of them, bucking her hips back towards her Mistress. Purrrring to herself at the delicious sensations, Wanda smiled; this was better than any masturbation machine she'd ever even heard of...
Jenka strode onto the Bridge, glad to finally be out of the meeting. How many times did she have to go over the plan with these clowns? Why wouldn't they AGREE to adhere to the plan instead of constantly coming up with wild ideas, each usually centered around how THEY could get more booty... Slowly the Jaguar came to a stop. There in HER command chair, sprawled a flame hued figure.
Zassa!
The Vixen was sitting there, watching the activities of HER crew as if SHE ran the place.
"Bucket O' Guts, you're drifting. Tighten up the formation! I'll allow no slackers in the Crimson Corsairs!"
A comm tech turned and flashed the Vixen a thumbs-up, and Zassa rewarded him with her brightest smile. Some how, though, his gaze seemed to be centered on her crotch, as she sprawled in the command chair. Ah, well, better whoever was watching their little deception, the leaked broadcasts that might be intercepted, were also focused there instead of on her face. Not ALL Vixens looked alike...
The low growl from behind made her turn her head, her eyes going wide at the look on Jenka's face.
"What in the HELL is going on here? MISTER SMITHERS! Report!"
Smithers swallowed hard and made a placating gesture, "We're, ah, just taping some fake transmissions to broadcast during the battle. All part of the deception plan, Ma'am!"
Jenka scowled; that was part of the plan. Why the hell did this motley crew of hers have to stick loyally to the parts of the plan that infuriated her the most! Turning to scowl at the Vixen she growled "Don't get used to that Chair, Zassa, its MINE!" Turning, Jenka stalked off the bridge.
Tanj grinned as she felt the male below her arch his back; purrring she clamped down with her vaginal muscles her pussy a velvet vice around his shaft; it was all it took, and with a howl, Hinoki shuddered into his orgasm. Tanj smiled and moved just a little, just enough to keep him cumming until she was sure his balls were dry. Purring she settled back down to look over her screens and displays. They were on course and the ship was performing correctly. Holding the softening Cheetah within her pussy she stared at the main viewscreen and smiled; this was the only way to travel...
Wanda smiled, and tugged the leashes; Sashi still wore her panties, and Kath her hood, the two still connected by the air line. But not for long. Once she got them both into the ship's head and under the shower, the hood at least would come off; maybe, then, if Kath was VERY good, she'd let the mink remove Sashi's panties, and lick her clean, while warm water sluiced over them both. Wanda chuckled to herself; she had NO intention of loosing control of the situation as some other furrs seemed wont to do...
Tanj checked the coordinates and flicked the switch. The ship dropped smoothly from warp. The Black fleet was in the middle of nowhere, a few light-hours from Nikkeldepain. Unless they had sensors rivaling those of the Imperial Homeworld, no one would know they'd ever been here until well after they were gone. It was a good place to await developments. Smiling, Tanj looked down at Hinoki, now softly snoring, and leaned forward to open an e-mail window on the communications display. News of the developments she was waiting for, that the whole fleet was waiting for, would show up there...
Jenka tried to enjoy her drink, but it wasn't easy; on the other side of the Lounge, Zassa was "holding court". Oh, it was obvious that everyone was enjoying the play-acting, and that it was all in jest... But the longer Jenka watched, the more irrationally jealous she felt. "Completely illogical" she muttered to herself. Having let that slip, she sensed John turn his head to look at her, from where he sat. Right now her pirates. HER pirates were having a good time, and it had to be good for morale, before they went into a fight... but as soon as the ruse was over, Zassa was going to go back to her usual routine. No delusions of grandeur while SHE ran this operation... And as she watched Zassa hold court, the Jaguar couldn't help but have a little tickle of doubt, wondering just how much longer that might be true. After all, NOTHING lasted forever...
"Its actually quite an innovation; I'm proud of you!"
Wanda grinned back at the Cheetah male with slightly glazed eyes. Her feet were on the edges of the galley table, rather well-spread, and it was obvious her skirt was pulled up and gathered in her lap. Under the table, Kath knelt, servicing her Mistress with her tongue, licking almost frantically. The remote control to the vibrating egg buried deep in the Mink's pussy was loosely held in the Woverine lass' right paw, and occasionally she'd thumb a button that would start another sequence of preprogramed vibrations, as a reward for the energetically laboring Mink.
"Its just... Ooooooooo! That was nice, Pet, do it again! Um... just simple logic... Ahhhhh, OHYES! Um... simple logical progression from the cruder system I'd tried earlier..."
Hinoki chuckled and bent to look under the table again; Kath wore a small device over her nose; it would allow her to breathe in through her nose, but not out; she'd have to exhale through her mouth... Or considering the way she had her muzzle pressed against Wanda's quim, maybe through her ears. The Wolverine had taken a syringe, and placed a single drop of Sashi's pheromone-laden juices in each nostril, and then applied the device over her nose. In this manner, Kath got the full effect of the mind-blowing pheromones, without "contaminating" anyone else. And now, her brain flooded with the Chocolate Pantheress' scent, the Mink was most eagerly licking at her Mistress, in the hopes of receiving her rewards...
"Well, Wanda, if you're agreeable, I'd love to license the system from you..." The Wolverine lass just nodded in agreement, a wide smile plastered across her face.
Tanj blinked as the comm console chimed. Sitting up, she stole a glance at the chronograph. Five hours. Five hours since they'd dropped out of warp. Five hours since Hinoki had padded off to get a shower, and something to eat. Reaching out she tapped the screen, her eyes flicking from side to side as she read the message. Suddenly she was very awake. Her agent on Nikkeldepain was reporting that the defense grid was due to go back on line in two hours, assuming it passed its final diagnostics. The message was four hours old. "Things should start happening rather rapidly now" she thought to herself.
Rising, stretching, she glanced over the displays, and decided she had more than enough time to get a shower, and something to eat, and maybe even find something to wear. With a grin she padded from the flight deck. Shower first, then food...
Tanj paused, her hand outstretched to the water valve. Someone had been doing some "remodeling" in the Head, and then it struck her. The shower, always roomy, now had additional nozzles on the ceiling and the walls; there were many more valves, obviously to control the flow of water, and a sheet of transparent aluminum now formed a door. Tanj had to laugh; they'd rigged the shower for Sashi, an all-encompassing deluge of water, to knock her pheromones out of the air, and to wash them out of her, and your fur.
Tanj smiled and tentatively opened the main valve; the single large shower head sprayed water, and after a moment she had it adjusted to the temperature she liked. Then, the Cheetah started investigating the other valves. This one opened the nozzles in the ceiling, and she suddenly felt as if she were caught in a summer thunderstorm. "Needs strobe lights and a sound track" she thought to herself with a smile. This valve opened the valves in the walls, and when she cut back the flow to the nozzles in the ceiling, she felt as if she were trapped in a tornado of fine mist. It was actually rather pleasant, and refreshing.
Yet another valve actuated nozzles she hadn't noticed in the floor; NOW she really felt as if she were trapped in a hurricane. Laughing she wondered if the ship's recycling system could handle all the water flow. "Good thing about fusion reactors" she thought: "I might run out of water, but I will NOT run out of HOT water..."
The large red handle marked "EMERGENCY" was obvious; it must release the pheromone counter-agent into the water stream; Tanj didn't try that one... Turning the water volume down, until she felt as if she were standing in the mists at the edge of a waterfall, she reached for her bottle of shampoo, and began lathering herself down.
It was as she was rinsing herself off that she had a sudden thought. Grinning, she made a mental note to talk to Wanda; maybe there was another way to "handle" Sashi...
Tanj was still damp when she padded into the galley. Hinoki looked up from the PADD he was studying and grinned "Enjoy the changes to the shower?"
Tanj frowned; "needs work."
Hinoki blinked and shot Wanda a glance; "Oh...? What's wrong?"
Tanj grinned; "needs holograms. For the fine mist, the illusion of a really large adjacent waterfall; you're bathing in the mists as the water crashes on the rocks. And for the deluge, the illusion of a tropical summer thunderstorm, complete with lightning. There should be other things we can think of too..."
Hinoki chuckled; "of course, Captain; all it takes is money..." Tanj sobered and nodded; "if this mission comes off correctly, that shouldn't be a problem.
Tanj settled into the pilot's acceleration couch, balancing the dish of Lasagna on one thigh, padded by a folded jumpsuit. Somehow she just wasn't ready to get dressed yet... Looking over her displays she confirmed their position, and that all shipboard systems were nominal. Well, the water recycling system was still struggling to recover, but that was to be expected. She'd have to make some mods there too. Finally she turned to her communications console and looked at her in-box. Four new messages. Two of them talked of convoys of freighters departing for the Nikkeldepain system. One of them talked of cargos being prepared for shipment at Nikkeldepain's main port. And the third listed the departure times for the "visiting" warships, heading home now that the Nikkeldepain defense grid was back on line. Comparing times, the Cheetah grinned. Forgetting her state of undress, she reached over and flipped a switch.
The visage that formed on the display was surprising; "Arrrr, you've reached the flagship of the Crimson Corsairs, Surrender and we'll let you live!"
Tanj blinked; "Um..."
The Pirate blinked in return as he recognized her, and straightened a little; "Ah, um, Hello Ta..."
"NO NAMES!" the Cheetah Growled. Then she smiled; "After all the effort you've gone to, we wouldn't want to waste it, would we?" Bryant smiled a little sheepishly and nodded. "Let me speak to your Mistress." Bryant nodded again and reached out for a switch.
The image of the flame-hued Vixen was just as startling; Zassa was sprawled across Jenka's command chair, a smirk on her face. By her side was a rather large Minotaur, apparently completely naked, and chained to the chair. It was all Tanj could do to keep from laughing.
"Ah, yes, Mistress Calamity... You'll be pleased to know that the last of the warships will be gone from the target system in... four hours and seventeen minutes."
Zassa straightened, and in the process tugged on the Minotaur's leash; he let out a grunt, and shifted to ease the tension in the chain.
"You're sure about this?"
Tanj's gaze flicked over the Minotaur, who seemed to be grinning a little too much for an abject slave, or horrified prisoner, and then back to the Vixen.
"Not yet, I've issued orders for recon drones to probe the system in about four hours, but we should be ready to roll if the reports come back positive."
Zassa nodded and turned to one side; "Blackstone! Put the fleet on alert! We attack in four and a half hours... Yes, that's, ah, um, twelve plus... Twenty-three hundred hours!"
Turning back to Tanj the Vixen chuckled; "Catch 'em just after they go to bed; perfect! Keep me posted!" And then suddenly the connection was broken.
Jenka looked at the Vixen across the bridge and sighed. If the Vixen wasn't so annoying, she'd make a good lieutenant. She certainly did have a way with the Bridge Crew... Flicking her eyes from the Vixen to the Minotaur, to John standing by her side, she wondered how the Stallion felt. Did he feel just a little jealous of the Minotaur? If so, he was hiding it well...
Turning Jenka caught the eye of the head of Operations.
"I want a conference with all ship captains and team leaders at 21:00 hours. I know everyone's up to speed on the plans, but it won't hurt to go through them one more time. This is going to be risky enough; I don't want any screw-ups..."
The Tasmanian Devil just nodded, his gaze flicking from Jenka to the Vixen, as if seeking confirmation.
"Maybe he's just looking at her tits" Jenka thought as she left the bridge, followed by John. "And maybe not. I'm going to have to watch him... AND her."
Tanj looked at the data relayed from the recon drones, and nodded in approval. All but three of the warships had left the system, and they were each headed for jump points. Lifting her head, she reached over to the communications console, and flicked a switch. Bryant's grinning face filled the screen.
"Hang on half a mo', I'll put her on for you."
The scene reformed. This time the Vixen was slouched down in the command chair. The Minotaur was kneeling in front of her, with his muzzle buried between her thighs. This time there was no doubt he was nude, his erection hanging down between his legs. Zassa looked up and grinned, one hand on each of his horns, as if to steer his head...
"Yes...?"
Tanj chuckled; "Mistress, the recon drones report pretty much what we'd expected. I'd delay the assault a half hour to allow for stragglers, but I'd give the go-ahead for the deception operations now. I think we're good to go!"
Zassa shuddered, obviously suffering through a small climax; after a moment she found her voice; "Very well..." Turning her head she growled; "Blackstone, execute operations Howard, Fine, and Howard. Signal the fleet that we move at 23:30 hours!"
Tanj chuckled as the Vixen's gaze turned back to the Minotaur; "that gives us just enough time, Stud." Lifting her head she grinned at Tanj; "RHIP! I'll see you Dirtside!"
Tanj squirmed in the pilot's acceleration couch. It was funny, but she wasn't used to wearing this much clothing. Next to her fur she had a one-piece leotard of superconducting fibers that was supposed to neutralize the effect of nerve scramblers. Over that she had a gossamer thin leotard of reflective material, that would help somewhat against lasers, and other energy weapons. Over that she had a pair of nondescript slacks with cargo pockets, and a plain work shirt, both in dark, neutral colors. Both the shirt and the slacks were made of ballistic cloth; cloth that would set up like steel if struck by a bullet, or other projectile. Of course, this made running difficult as well, but everything was a compromise. Over the shirt she wore what appeared to be a down vest. Nikkeldepain didn't have that cool a climate, but in a spaceport, folks might shrug it off, thinking you were from some jungle world. The vest was a good hiding place for a comm link, pistol in a shoulder holster, several throwing knives, and other assorted gadgets and gizmos. And it held another layer of ballistic cloth, and the insulation was also an ablative material that would help defeat an energy weapon. She LOOKED as if she belonged on the docks, but appearances were deceiving.
But it was lumpy. And tight. And uncomfortable in certain places. Grinning, the Cheetah remembered sitting in the same acceleration couch just a few days ago, with a rampant male cheetah under her. Now that had been MUCH more comfortable! Glancing to the left she checked the Nav console. They were about twenty minutes away from dropping out of Warp, dangerously close to the gravity well of Nikkeldepain. The first wave had already gone in, and Tanj had listened to the Comm chatter as if listening to her home team play their arch rivals.
The first problem had cropped up when a few small vessels slipped through the A6 jump point, before the Raider ship could use its leach weapon against them. The one old warship, a monitor, had been turning to bring its guns to bear when the leach sapped it of all power. But the word was most likely out, and spreading at the speed of an energetic tachyon. The jump points were all covered, but a warp-capable warship could show up almost anywhere...
The next problem had been with the neutralization of the orbital defenses; someone had mis-calculated angles, and when the weapon was fired, a portion of the beam missed the target and entered the atmosphere of the planet. As fate would have it, a large transport was climbing towards orbit when the beam enveloped them; they'd lost power, and fallen from the sky. Tanj just hoped the transport hadn't landed in a residential area, or had that many furrs on board.
With the orbital defenses neutralized, the flagship had moved in and used the leach weapon on the port city. And then the Marines had landed. As advertised, everyone on the ground was out cold, and they met no resistance. Now, the freighters, and other cargo-carrying vessels were headed in, to load as much booty as they could carry.
Roland tongued the selector switch and scanned the perimeter. There were a lot of heat signatures, bodies that had fallen when the weapon had licked over them. None were moving. Keying his mike he growled; "OK, lets move out; we've got a roadblock to set up!" Watching as his maniple headed for the starport's exit, Roland took another look around; "this is TOO easy..."
Chris grinned. They'd boarded one of the Nikkeldepain warships, a Cruiser, and found the entire crew unconscious. Turning to his aide he growled; "OK, I want 'em all hauled down to the hangar deck. And I want all manual controls for the doors disabled. I want 'em to know that if they create any trouble, we'll just open the doors and space 'em!" Turning and heading for engineering, he hoped that his briefing material was correct; if he couldn't get this hulk running again, they'd be in BIG trouble when the cavalry showed up!
Reggie grinned at Slasher; their raider wasn't the largest of ships, but they generally had a pretty high power-to-weight ratio, and the tractor beam was strong enough to hang onto the freighter. And the engines were powerful enough to tow their prize into warp. It hadn't taken them long to drag the unconscious crewfurrs into a compartment and weld it shut. Now it was time to take their booty and run. A quick look at the ship's manifest showed the ship full of specialty electronics, luxury foodstuffs, and deep space construction equipment. This was going to be the richest haul they'd ever had! Assuming they didn't overload their engines somewhere between here and the rendezvous point...
Roland watched his maniple jog along behind him. That was one of the benefits of the suit; he could watch where he was going AND look behind him at the same time. He'd keyed the suit's sensors to the body heat and comm gear signatures of each of his troopers; it'd show their position on the heads-up display, overlaid over the tactical map, no matter where they went. And it'd flag the icon if they were injured, or killed.
"Taquoz! Pick up the pace! You're falling behind!"
The Badger grinned; technology WAS marvelous...
Tanj concentrated hard. Even through the shields, through the hull, she could hear the keening of the atmosphere as it rushed past her ship. Her "landing pattern" was more an assault profile, essentially straight down, under power. The Nikkeldepain orbital fortresses, their pride and joy, were mostly inert hulks at the moment, but the planet still had ground based defenses. Oh, the port city was quiescent, but that didn't mean that there weren't other things to watch out for. Exoatmospheric fighters, for instance. Keeping one eye on the nav display, and one eye on the threat indicator, she took her ship down as fast as she could. Someone was going to be real pissed at all the sonic booms today...
Roland heard the sonic boom, and ignored it. Just another freighter. He had his hands full, and if it wasn't something directly threatening, it just didn't matter. The counterattack had come much faster than anyone had anticipated. Apparently inter-city busses were powered by huge flywheels turning at incredible speed, on magnetic bearings. While all electrical power was out, and most electronics weren't functioning, these busses would still move. And the Militia had drafted them into service. Command reported several busloads headed his way, preceded by a screen of scouts. So far the scouts he'd had to deal with had only had chemically powered grenades to fight with, but that could be bad enough. Grenades that depended on the sudden, massive discharge of electricity for their explosive force were as inert as everything else. And of course, Command had passed on that an armored column was headed towards the port city, from outside the weapon's area of effect.
"Meade, Hooker, and Scott! There's a pair of scouts at...237014, headed your way; look alive!"
Scowling, the Badger turned slowly, letting the sensors in his suit search for the city's defenders.
Tanj hit the thrusters, and brought her ship to a landing that surely overstressed the landing legs. Inside the port complex the individual landing pads were in slight recessions; she couldn't see anything but access tunnels and sky. Handing over the ship's guns to the AI, she released her harness and headed back to the cargo bay.
Smith was removing the tie-down straps from their vehicle as she entered. It didn't look like much. A small rectangular platform almost big enough for two furrs to stand on, if they were cozy, with a small podium-like nav and control panel. The device had only two wheels, the motors being in the hubs, and the power supply under the platform. It was gyroscopically balanced. It LOOKED like some sort of futuristic handcart. And yet it was all she'd been able to find on Jenka's station. Padding to the rear of the cargo bay she palmed the control to lower the ramp.
Hinoki came through the hatch just as the end of the ramp was hitting the ground. Like Tanj, he was dressed for combat, but his outfit made no claims to stealth or deception. Instead he looked like a renegade Marine, with torn and slashed BDU's a scarlet bandana around his head, and what looked to be an armored cod-piece. The blaster at his side, however, looked VERY businesslike.
"You two be careful out there. Got your commo gear?"
Tanj smiled and touched her left ear; "we do."
"Weapons?"
Tanj nodded.
"First aid kit?"
Again the Cheetah fem nodded.
Hinoki scowled, "well, be CAREFUL, and if you run into trouble, I'll bring the ship and we'll take care of any opposition!"
Tanj chuckled; "this is supposed to be a clandestine foray; don't you think that'd be a little... obvious?"
Hinoki just shrugged, "better than you falling into the hands of the locals."
Tanj sighed and nodded. Stepping forward she gave the Cheetah male a tight hug and a kiss.
"You guys be careful, and if there's any danger, GET OUT! I'm not worried about any booty!"
Hinoki grinned and nodded, "don't worry about US!"
Stepping onto the platform next to Smith, Tanj put one arm around him, and waved bye as the platform smoothly accelerated down the ramp.
Tanj watched as Smith drove. Somehow the... Coyote? Made it look effortless, one palm resting on the small "lecturn". The strange vehicle was remarkably stable, and moved about as fast as Tanj could run. Sedately they moved through the silent starport. In some places there was evidence of vehicular wrecks, where the driver had suddenly gone unconscious, and inertia had carried the vehicle forward. And in some places there was evidence of aircar crashes. And everywhere she looked there were unconscious furrs. As she assessed the damage, she couldn't help but feel responsible. If she hadn't brought Corey to Jenka's station, none of this would have happened. For the first time, she wondered if the price of finding the Lion and Elysium might be too high to pay.
"What's done is done, Girl; you can't undo it NOW. Stick to the mission!" she growled to herself.
The first sign that they were leaving the area of effect of Corey's weapon was another furr running down the street, away from the starport. He scarcely gave them a second look. As Smith followed the pre-planned route, they turned a corner only to find a police barricade. They'd pushed a wheeled vehicle into the street, and four officers were standing behind it, holding batons.
"HEY YOU! HOLD UP A MINUTE!"
Smith brought the vehicle to a jerky stop, as if he didn't really wish to cease.
"Officers! You'd better flee! Pirates are ravaging the Starport! THEIR WEAPONS WORK! I think they're headed this way!"
The officers looked at each other and then back at the... Wolf?
"How many are there?" one of them growled.
Smith shrugged, "I don't know, we were in a freezer, doing inventory when it happened; all of a sudden the power went out. When we came out, EVERYONE WAS DEAD! Its been a steady stream of ships landing at the port; there must be THOUSANDS of them! Listen, I just wanna get home and get my family and get OUT of here!"
The cops looked at each other and then one nodded, waving them on. The four cops turned and peered back down the street as if the legions of Hell itself were approaching.
As they turned the next corner, Smith smiled.
"Those were good cops. Not a damn thing they could do and yet they were determined to stand their ground."
Tanj chuckled and nodded, "Thank God they weren't TOO good, or they might have asked for some identification!"
Smith just chuckled, "as if we didn't have any?"
Tanj shrugged, "Yeah, but its all for the University, not for some refrigerated storage company!"
Smith nodded, and grinned and reached into one pocket, to hand Tanj an