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Subject: FUR: New Story "The Cockpit"
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1/13/04 5:49 PM
"The Cockpit" by Cyberwuffy
Requested by Nicky McCloud
It was a quiet winter evening on Venom's only inhabitable moon, Ahriman. The
sky was a hazy orange due to the setting sun and the sounds of arctic
wildlife filled the air. The mercenary base of Nicky McCloud and Wolf
O'Donnell stuck out like a sore thumb. It had been eight years since the
thwarted Venomian invasion. Ever since his sorrowing defeat to Fox McCloud
on Venom's surface, he had gone into suclusion. His wife, Nicky, was Fox's
younger sister. They had met when Nicky was just fifteen years old and had
got together as a couple only two years afterwards. They were content on
living out life the only way they knew how. By being bandits. The pair often
took part in raids among lone unarmed Phoenix freighters, as they were the
easiest to attack. Often they would get power cells or the latest
manufacturer's line of weapons. On rare occassions, they would even come
across the latest computers.
The base they lived on was constructed well before the doomed Venomian
invasion. Very few people knew about it. And those that did know would never
be able to find it thanks to the advanced cloaking device it had. Besides
the periodic raids that the pair of lovers took part in, and general upkeep
of their small base, they had a large amount of free time. Wolf had recently
upgraded his wolfen arsenal with a new untested ship. Nicky, subdued as she
usually was, for a change was all excited about it.
The life of this vixen had been a wild ride. A ward of the government after
her parents death, Nicky was planted at the main command base on Corneria.
That lifestyle resulted in some mixed results. She was raped at the tender
age of six by an old Cornerian officer by the name of Jio Thitch, who was
promptly discharged and jailed in the stockade. From there she attended
military school for the next seven years until her older brother, Fox, had
recruited her for his StarFox team. The failed Venomian invasion happened
when she was twelve, at least a year before she graduated from her
schooling. At fourteen, she was the runt of the StarFox group. Looking for
love, she had a boyfriend. He was a flyboy. A lieutenant in the Cornerian
Air Force, Josh "Merlin" Roberts would be the first person to provide love
and guidance in her life. The relationship lasted for four months and ended
on a sour note when Katt Monroe seduced him. She would find some kind of
relief after her brief love. At the tender age of fifteen, she became casual
sex buddies with Falco for a year. He filled her up right, but failed to get
Nicky off to her satisfaction. He was a good fuck by her standards, though.
The casual screwing came to an abrupt end nearly a year after it began when
she fled StarFox headquarters. She had met up with Wolf O'Donnell at a bar
and from there the two developed a strong bond, living together ever since.
Nicky was in the prime of her life. All be it on the wrong side of the
tracks.
Nicky fiddled with the bottle of pills in her sex toy drawer. It was the one
of the few places Wolf left alone. She had gotten them from a dealer on
Zoness's secluded blackmarket. The rhino she got them from promised her many
happy returns in bed. Normally, the vixen wouldn't take any
Cornerian-produced sexual aides, but she wanted the best chance possible of
getting pregnant. Wolf had a new toy to play with in the hangar bay and she
was intent on giving it a good christening. Even during the process she put
one in the oven. Nicky downed the recommended the dosage of three cherry
flavored chewable tablets and tended to her outfit.
Tonight Nicky wore a skimpy outfit. Practically nothing, as she didn't
intend to keep them on long. All she had on was a bra covering her generous
C cupped tits and a pair of purple silk panties. The vixen had to hurry if
she was going to catch her stud. Wolf was set on giving the new fighter a
test run. Nicky resealed the bottle and shoved in back in her private
drawer. With a look in the mirror at herself, imagining herself at nine
months, she let out a giggle and scurried out the door, hoping to catch Wolf
before he made it to the hangar bay.
Wolf walked down the cramped corridor towards the hangar bay. He was happy
about his new acquisition. He had gotten it from the last unescorted Phoenix
freighter he raided.
"Where'd you get it from?" Nicky asked. She walked down the corridor leading
to the hangar bay following the wolf.
"Here... and there..." Wolf teased.
"I pop out a pair of kids for you and you still do that!" Nicky
mock-growled. The pair turned around a corner, about thirty meters from the
main entrance to the hangar bay.
"Two was never enough with you. And even now you still insist on more!" Wolf
grunted. Nicky stayed with her original line of questioning.
"Well if you won't tell me where you got it from, will you tell me if its
cockpit is big enough for both of us?" she reasoned.
"If you must know, yes. Why?" Wolf winced, stopping at the archway of the
hangar and fiddling with the blast door's control pad.
"Because I'm in one of my moods. And on top of that horny," Nicky squealed.
Wolf sighed. He couldn't stand to see Nicky so giddy. The vixen only got
like this when she wanted something. Wolf finished entering his code into
the panel and the doors opened. The new wolfen fighter stared Nicky right in
the face. Nicky went wide-eyed. "It's........erm, new?"
The Wolfen II was exactly the same as its predecessor. The only identifiable
difference being two more sets of wings on the fuselage. "As far as I can
tell. It flies really well," Wolf huffed, wrapping an arm around the vixen.
"Who makes it?" Nicky asked. The hangar bay blast doors closed behind them
and resealed.
"I'm guessing the same people as the Wolfen II," Wolf shrugged. His ears
swiveled about.
"Show me the cockpit!" Nicky squealed. She was in one of her moods. Wolf
rolled his one eye and sighed. An even more hyper vixen was just what he
didn't need.
"If you insist, hot stuff," Wolf mewled. Wolf walked towards the fighter and
initiated the command to open the cockpit from his wrist console. The
cockpit was about twenty feet off from the bay floor. A cool hiss sounded
and the pitch black tinted cockpit door popped open. Wolf climbed up the
rolling staircase that was beside the fighter and plopped down in the easy
chair of a pilot's seat.
"Hey! What about me?!" Nicky growled. Wolf peered down at his wife and gave
her a teasing smirk.
"Don't let me stop you. It's quite roomy up here for a one-fur fighter. More
than enough room for two," Wolf cackled.
"Don't make me come up... grrr." Nicky growled playfully. She darted up the
rolling staircase after her wolf. Triumphantly reaching the top, Nicky found
a place right between the controls and Wolf's lap. Wolf grinned at the
position he had put his wife in.
"You know, I could get very used to you in this position," Wolf chuckled.
"You know I like it when I'm in charge."
"I'll take you up on that," Nicky shivered in arousal. Her silk panties were
now soaked in her musk. The sensual aroma filled Wolf's nose.
"Mmmm... You're in a very good mood," Wolf smiled. He reached over behind
Nicky's back and undid the vixen's restraining bra.
"My wolf knows what he wants," Nicky stated submissively. 'And I know what
you want,' he thought. Wolf knew what she wanted. And he wasn't going to
stand in her way this time.
Nicky groaned. The new cockpit, though roomy, still seemed cramped in some
aspects. All of her clothes were off now. The only work Wolf did was sit
back in his chair, unzip his fly, and wait for his thick cock to emerge into
prominence. "I knew I could 'convince' you to get in the mood," Nicky
smirked.
"Anything for you, my dear," he muttered. But who could resist a vixen in
heat? Nicky got on her knees and pushed her ass out onto the deactivated
controls. In one solid swoop, her muzzle enveloped Wolf's tasty foot long
sub. Wolf eased his head back into the velvet head rest and took in the
sensations. Nicky rasped her tongue around the swollen cock head, circling
it and running down towards the base. Her efforts, though not at it long,
were rewarded. Nicky closed her lips around the hard lupine meat and
swallowed the several spurts of pre that were offered to her. Wolf wrapped
his legs around his vixen's upper body. His right paw found its way to the
back of Nicky's head and forced her nose down into his hips. A soft
"mmmmmmmmmmph" was all that could be heard from inside the soundproofed
cockpit.
"Unnnngh...you still have it. Even after all...mmmph, these years...." Wolf
groaned, his one remaining eye clenched shut. Nicky's ears were laid back.
The vixen was lost in her pleasuring of her husband. She suckled on the
wolf's rod, deepthroating it as best she could. Having a gag reflex, giving
service to her lupe was never a problem. Wolf's grip on the back of Nicky's
head eased up. He took her by the scruff of the neck and lifted her mouth up
off his thick shaft. "If you're so intent on getting pregnant again, now's
your chance."
All Nicky could do was nod. She fiddled around in the cockpit until the
vixen was able to straddle Wolf's lap. Nicky sank down slowly, always
needing time to accustom herself to the well prominent species barrier that
hung between Wolf's legs. The vixen braced her paws on the cockpit's
windshield. She groaned and whimpered, bearing down on the lupine's pride as
best she could. Nicky breathed hard, her vaginal walls eagerly clamping and
releasing on the slick cock.
Wolf just watched his vixen push herself down in his lap. He smirked. His
wife always did enjoy a good squeeze. "Ungh. Mmmmmph," groaned Nicky. She
was beside herself. Slowly, the impaled vixen began her motions. Her ample
chest heaved into Wolf's face, slightly smothering him. Nicky so elegantly
worked her skilled lapdance. Wolf let out a low growl from within Nicky's
cleavage. He perferred this way, even after all these years. He didn't have
to do a scintilla of work. Ever. All Wolf had to do was sit back and enjoy
the show. Nicky hissed, riding on the wolf's rigid boner as best she could.
She felt Wolf's paws gingerly grip her hips. The vixen was close to a
climax.
"Mnnnnnnph, you were always so good at this," Wolf growled. He groaned as
Nicky worked her inner hand around his massive length. The vixen was milking
it for all she could, even if she was only getting pre. Wolf's grip on
Nicky's hips tightened. Her careful motions faded away and were replaced by
her lover's forcefull guidance. Wolf always got what he wanted.
"Unngh..." Nicky whimpered, unable to get out what she really wanted to say.
Pawfulls of thoughts raced through Nicky's mind. Her pregnancy. Her hour
long daily fuck sessions with Falco. Vivid memories of her rape. The twins
in the nursery... The soon addition of more... Her climax hit like a MacBeth
war train. Nicky's screams filled the air tight cockpit. Wolf SHOVED Nicky's
orgasming body as far down into his lap as he could. The vixen's engorged
clit drug along the top of Wolf's cock during the slow and painful descent
until she was fully sitting in the lupine's lap. She cried out again in a
heavy mixture of pain and pleasure.
"That's it," Wolf growled. Nicky's unusually heavy coating of sexual juices
drained out her stretched cunt and onto Wolf's crotch. From there, it pooled
onto the lush seat. "Give it to your master..."
O'Donnell's knot began to swell within the confines of the vixen's spread
legs. Nicky cried out again, this time in pleasure as she was being
stretched to her limits. She was well off into her third series of climaxes.
Wolf filled his lover's tunnel with his loads of fertile seed. Nicky
screamed again, firmly bonded to Wolf's lap. Wave number four hit. The pills
she took earlier certainly were working. The vixen was completely lost in an
orgasming mess that had planted itself on Wolf's rigid cock. Her inner paw
seized the lupine meat beneath her, grabbing it fiercly. Rich seed pooled in
Nicky's slit, the knot bonding them together. Ever so slowly, the orgasming
vixen came down from her pleasureful high.
Heavy breathing resonated through the emptiness of the cockpit. Nicky
whimpered, stuck to her lupine lover. Wolf sank back in the comfortable seat
and pawwed at Nicky's tits softly. Silence would be all that would fill the
air tight enclosure before one of them broke the silence. "So," Nicky
panted. "Where do we go from here?"
"Well, that depends. You know how long this usually takes. Why? You need to
go somewhere?" Wolf quipped. Nicky reached forward to hug Wolf as best she
could.
"Absolutely nowhere, Wolfy, absolutely nowhere," Nicky purred. The pair of
lovers stayed put in the cockpit for what seemed like ages. Was Nicky
pregnant? Only time would tell. And time slowly passed by both of them as
they drifted to sleep, bonded to each other. Bonded for life.