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HELLCATS


by Misty Vixen


Season 02 | Episodes 13 – 15

EPISODE THIRTEEN

HARD RIDE

There was maybe an hour left before they hit the planet and made the drop off. At least as far as Ryan knew. After all his sexual escapades, he'd been relaxing, lying in bed with Syl. She was reading something and he was nodding off, tired, content to snuggle up against her. But she'd shifted and it had woke him back up a few minutes ago. Now he didn't think he could get back to sleep, and that was fine, because a question had come to mind.

Hey, Syl,” he said, still wrapped around her, arms and one leg, holding her gently, his bare chest pressed against her back.

Yeah?” she replied, setting down the tablet.

I was curious, and it's okay if you don't feel like talking about it, but, what have your other relationships been like, before me and Colleen?”

Oh. Heh, I thought it was going to be something else. Don't know what, but it's fine. I don't mind. I've dated like a handful of people. They were all pretty decent...for the most part. I was kind of stupid in high school. I was really, you know...weird. Awkward. I wasn't very confident. And I liked humans. I don't really know why, I just...did. There was this foreign exchange student, he kind of reminded me of you, a bit shy, a bit awkward like myself, he was so cute. I had it bad for him. And we started talking and hanging out and then everyone started making fun of us, saying we were dating. We weren't but I wanted to so I...did something shitty and stopped talking to him. I hate that I did that now and if I could change it I would.

I ended up dating some idiot that I knew liked me. He was a jock, he was a jerk. He was nice enough when were alone, I guess, but anytime we were around other people he was always trying to be...cool. Or his idea of cool. It was pathetic, and such a turn off. He was so fucking concerned with what other people thought of him.”

You dump him?” Ryan asked.

Syl snorted and snuggled back a bit further into his embrace. “No. He dumped me. Some hotter babe started hanging on his arm. We lasted four months. I was devastated. Some other guy started sniffing around, less of a jerk but more of a pushover. Seemed like he couldn't make any decisions for himself. Talking to me was the best he could work up to and I asked him out because I didn't want to be alone...ugh. Listen to me, I sound pathetic.”

You were a teenager. Everyone's pathetic when they're a teenager,” Ryan replied.

Syl laughed. “That's true, I guess. It got better after high school. I kind of realized that I'm actually pretty awesome, took more control of my life, started dating better guys...then girls. That was when things got really fun. I dated this cyvit with a big ass, amazing green eyes, and lips to die for. That girl could eat pussy like no other. We had a lot of wild fun. Met during college. She was the one who got me fully into the open relationship lifestyle. We had...a ton of fun together. Why are you asking, anyway?”

Just curious, I guess. I want to know what I have to compete with,” Ryan replied.

You don't have to compete with anyone. That wouldn't be fair of me. Just...take care of me, be nice to me, and I'll do the same for you. I know a lot of people have bizarre views on relationships, but you don't have to worry about that with me or Colleen. We know what we want. Yes, we will hold you to certain standards, but they're very reasonable standards. Don't neglect us, don't abuse us, respect us. You know, easy shit.”

Definitely easy,” Ryan replied.

Good. That's why you're a good boyfriend.”

Ryan squeezed her a little bit tighter and they continued lying there in her bed.



Emily checked the time on her Link.

Or, really, she was checking the countdown timer she'd initiated once they'd left the station. It was matched to the ship's own internal chronometer, counting down to their estimated arrival at their destination. Their destination being what was supposed to be a highly frequented and safe space station floating well above the planet they had to head down to. There was about an hour left until they arrived.

Which was fine. She was training with Ilyse again. Emily had hit the straps again, though this time fixing them to her ankles to strengthen her legs. Ilyse was at the virtual shooting range, banging out round after virtual round. They'd originally wanted to use a real shooting range with real bullets, but figured it'd save money this way. At this point, the range had more than paid for itself. Emily was thinking about the mission.

This was how it usually went. When a mission was on and it was dangerous, it was all that filled her mind. She kind of obsessed over it. That was probably what made her so good at her job. Why she was sort of in charge. Emily kept going, kept working her legs, feeling the burn. She was pretty much coated in sweat and was very much looking forward to the shower that was waiting for her at the end of this workout.

Her thighs were burning from the effort. She took a deep breath, let it out as she pushed, rinsed and repeated. This went on for another fifteen minutes before she finally felt like she'd accomplished enough for the day. Or, at least, in the given allotted time before they would arrive at the station. She disengaged the straps from her leg.

You about done?” she asked, glancing over at Ilyse.

Yeah. I'll be there,” Ilyse replied.

All right. I'm heading up for a shower now.”

See you in the armory.”

Emily began making her way back through the ship, out of the training area, across the cargo bay and up through the engine room. She made it back to her room, kicked out of her shoes, and peeled off her tanktop and jogging shorts, tossing them into a growing pile in the corner. Almost without breaking her stride, Emily walked into the bathroom, hit the shower, and slipped in. When the mission was on her, she always felt the urge to be very efficient, to not waste even a single second if it could be helped. With this in mind, she set to work.

It took close to five minutes to lather some soap up and rub her whole body down, then wash her hair. She'd never been able to break this habit. There was just something that felt...wrong, if she didn't do the whole thing while she was in the shower. When she was finished, she killed the water, stepped out and spent another five minutes drying off. When that was finished, she dressed in some formfitting black pants and a formfitting black top, opting to leave her boots off in favor of black socks. She was going to be wearing armor.

It provided its own set of combat boots and the clothes she was wearing now were specifically designed to go under the armor. Emily checked her time again as she stepped out into the corridor and made for the kitchen. She sent out a general call over the team's Link to ensure that they would all get the message to meet up with her. She found that little rallies and pep talks tended to help just before a mission.

Angel and Ilyse were already in the kitchen waiting for her. Angel was already halfway through a huge energy drink, gearing up for whatever lay ahead. Emily considered how she wanted this to play out as the others trickled into the room in ones and twos. Before long, she had what she wanted and everyone was here.

All right, this is how it's going to go,” she said, getting their attention. “Love, Lindsay, Angel, you're coming with me out to the site. You'll be my back up. That means that Ilyse, Syl, and Colleen will stay behind with Ryan and watch the ship. We're docking at a fairly secure, public location, so there shouldn't be any kind of problem, but I just want to make sure everyone is on the ball. Never know what might be waiting.”

She waited to see if anyone had anything to say, but, like almost all other times similar to this, everyone agreed with her. She nodded and left the room, trailing Love, Lindsay, and Angel, who followed her down the hallway and into the armory, while the others dispersed throughout the ship according to their own whims. She saw Syl move ahead of them, into the bridge, no doubt to ensure the ship was still running smoothly.

In the armory, she felt even more in control. Putting on her armor was always a pleasure. She and the others opened up their respective lockers and spent the next several minutes in silence, getting ready for the mission ahead. As Emily put on her chest piece, fitting it over her large breasts, she'd forgotten how much she liked doing this. How much she missed this part of the mission. She got into her leggings, pulled on her boots, and then grabbed her helmet. All of this stuff was pretty top quality, expensive, supposed to stop most bullets, even the fancy ones. It had been a worthy investment and had saved her life more times than she cared to count.

Now that her armor was on, it was time for the guns.

She liked guns.

There was a huge, nasty pistol that she liked to use. It fired bullets with enough power to punch a fist-sized hole in a man's chest. She slipped that into the holster on her hip and grabbed some ammunition for it, fitting it into the pouches on her armor. Once that was done, she considered grabbing any other armaments, then glanced back at the other girls, who were pretty much all geared up. She decided she could trust them to handle it. Too many guns slowed her down. Her pistol should be enough to handle whatever.

Ready?” she asked, turning to face them all.

They all indicated that they were.

Emily smiled and put on her helmet. It was good to be back in action.



Ryan sat at his desk, looking through his files, but he couldn't really focus. He sat back for a moment, rubbing at his eyes, though it was more reflexive than anything else. He wasn't tired. Just nervous, anxious, really. Syl was in the bridge, looking over the ship with Ilyse. He and Colleen had gone back to their shared bedroom after they'd docked at the space station and found nothing sinister or dangerous waiting for them. As far as he knew, Emily and the others had taken a space taxi down to the surface and were getting on with the mission.

That was part of what was making him nervous. Emily's speeches about danger were beginning to get to him a little, to unnerve him and make him feel kind of guilty for not being a real mercenary. But, again, he consoled himself with the knowledge that the girls would protect him and they wouldn't resent him for it if they had to. At least, he hoped that's how it was. Ryan sat forward again, staring at his laptop.

Over the course of the trip between worlds, he'd managed to look through his files stored in his Link for the old pieces of fiction he'd either planned or begun writing. Ryan had expected the job to take longer than the two or so hours it did, but honestly, the real reason behind that was he hadn't actually written all that much. He remembered flat out deleting about half of what he'd constructed in the past, disgusted with how terrible it was. It was odd to think about that, as, now that he'd thought about it, he'd actually devoted about two solid years to writing, more than just 'toying around' with the notion.

But here it was, the moment of truth.

He started looking through his files. Most of what he'd written were stupid romance fantasies about a young, socially awkward guy meeting the love of his life, a beautiful young woman, typically either a cyvit or a xenian, though he'd written at least one with a quine and that one was actually almost finished. Though 'finished', he realized as he glanced at the word count of the document, hadn't meant much in those days.

This was hardly half an average length novel.

But, he reflected, that didn't mean everything. People didn't buy only novels nowadays. Sure, they were still the most popular, but there was such a thing a novellas, short stories, serial novels, even. So he wasn't totally fucked.

Hopefully.

Ugh,” he muttered, reading over one of the passages. It sucked. He'd read a ton since he'd last written and his old stuff sucked out loud.

You okay?” Colleen asked. She was lying on the bed, reading her tablet.

Yeah, just sad,” Ryan replied.

She set the tablet down and rolled over, facing him. “Why are you sad?”

Maybe sad isn't the right word. Disappointed. I was just looking over my old stories. They suck. Like, a lot.”

Let me see,” Colleen said, getting up off the bed.

No, come on...don't read them. I'll go from disappointed to outright embarrassed,” Ryan replied, closing the laptop.

Don't be that way. I won't laugh or anything, Ryan. Come on. We've had sex, we've spent lots of time together. We've seen each other at our most vulnerable. You can trust me,” Colleen said, standing beside him.

He considered it for a moment, then sighed, opened the laptop back up and stood. “Fine, but I swear if I hear one giggle I will totally cut you off from sex for like a week.”

Colleen laughed outright. “Oh, give me a break, Ryan. You can't go twelve hours without jumping me for some pussy. I don't even have to ask, you come begging for it,” she said, grinning and kissing him. “What makes you think you could resist even for a second if I really turned the charm on and started asking you for it?”

He sighed. “Yeah, you've got a point.”

Don't worry. I won't laugh.”

She sat down. Ryan moved over to the bed and flopped back onto it, lying there, waiting anxiously for her to read his crappy, old story. Several minutes passed in silence. Occasionally, he glanced over at her, to see if she was reacting to it at all, but Colleen had a good poker face, keeping her expression carefully neutral.

Well?” he asked after a full fifteen minutes had passed and he'd taken to pacing restlessly across their quarters.

So, here's the thing,” Colleen replied, turning the chair to face him.

I don't like where this is going...”

Relax. Your prose is pretty basic and a bit immature, but that's to be expected of a...I'm guessing, fourteen year old? Fifteen?”

I was fifteen when I wrote that.”

It's good for your age. Anyway, the idea, the story itself...I like it. Obviously I'd need to read more, I just read the first two chapters, but I liked it. I liked reading them meet. Their conversation was cute. It was...good. You have something here, Ryan.”

You really think so?”

Yes. Take some time. Maybe rewrite this, if it's what you're feeling, or maybe another idea or maybe a brand new one...”

They both paused as there was a chime at the door.

Ryan stood and moved over to the intercom. “Yeah?”

Ilyse's voice came through. “It's me. Can I come in?”

Yep,” Ryan replied, opening the door. He stepped back to admit the seven foot one warrior woman. She looked good. She was just wearing panties and one of those thin tanktops that she and Emily always seemed so fond of.

What's up?” Colleen asked.

Emily said you have our special strap-on...”

Oh. We could give it back if you want.”

No. I don't want it back. I was actually hoping to use it. I've always wanted to see what your fur feels like brushing up against my skin during sex,” Ilyse replied.

Oh...” Colleen said, grinning bashfully. “Well...Ryan?”

He's invited. I like threesomes,” Ilyse said.

I'm down for it,” Ryan said.

Good. Let's get to it,” Ilyse replied, taking off her shirt and freeing her beautiful breasts.



Emily kept her eyes peeled as she led the others through the space station. She was glad that she didn't have to conceal her armor and guns. The Hellcat and her crew was already registered as a mercenary ship. The codes transmitted ahead of time to the station were legit and legal. Port authority wouldn't give her crap and although some people might look at her sideways, she didn't really care. It was just one less thing to worry about.

After making sure that everything was safe, sound, and ready to go, she'd phoned up the space taxi. It was on its way to a nearby airlock. They should be down on the planet's surface in just over half an hour. Another half an hour to rent a car and drive out to the warehouse and then they could drop this damned package off and get the hell out of this place, richer and ready to go hunt down another mission for more credits.

She kept walking through the crowd, which parted for her, and loved the feeling of power she was experiencing. Being damn near seven feet tall and more than able to kill a man with her bare hands had always made her feel powerful, in control. Being older now, in great shape and wearing power armor only enhanced the feeling.

There was the airlock.

She checked it out, finding no one waiting inside, and, seeing as there was nowhere to hide and nothing about the place set off her combat instincts, she led the others into it and up to the door. They made their way through the airlock and into the taxi beyond. Once they were sealed in, the taxi disengaged from the station and began heading down to the planet's surface. As she settled in, (not exactly the easiest of tasks given her height and her armor), Emily smirked as she remembered one of more recent times they'd all been in one of these together. The trip down to the White Sand Islands had been quite the experience all its own.

Emily was glad that she'd hired Ryan. He had helped the her and the crew open up even more so than they had been before. She didn't regret having sex with Love or Syl or Angel at all. If anything, she regretted not asking them sooner. There wasn't a single unattractive member of the crew, at least, that's what she thought, both physically and personality wise. She glanced over at the latest addition to the crew, Lindsay.

She was definitely beautiful. When she'd geared up in the armory, she'd been wearing skintight clothes like the others and wow did she have an amazing body. Maybe they could arrange some fun when this crap was over...

Emily sat back and began imaging the blue-furred cyvit naked and riding the strap-on or maybe taking it from behind. She got lost in her fantasies and before long, the taxi had made it through the atmosphere and was landing at the colony below. As she glanced out the nearest window, she saw that the skies were all gray and rain was coming down in a light mist. Perfect. One of the biggest problems with living on a spaceship was that you didn't get to experience weather anymore. Rain, sunshine, even a cool breeze were beyond you.

She missed the rain greatest of all.

The taxi settled down on a slab of slick steel and let them out after she transferred the credits from their main account via her Link.

Great weather for a drive,” Lindsay said as they climbed out.

Definitely,” Emily replied, striding across the landing area and making for the terminal where the vehicle rental would be. “So, we never got much chance to talk. What kind of work are you into?” she asked.

Stealth, mostly,” Lindsay said. “I like sneaking in and out of places. Lots of fun. I've gotten fairly good at breaking encryptions, too. I used to be a thief in my late teens and early twenties. Grew up on a crap world. Lots of crime, lots of chaos. Lots of places to break into, as well. I stole expensive jewelry, fancy guns, picked some old-fashioned safes and provided uplinks from physically secured mainframes. Never actually got caught, though. That's how I knew I was good.”

So why'd you stop?” Angel asked.

They were making their way into the terminal now, drawing a few more looks from the handful of people that were hanging around, either coming or going. The colony wasn't very big, just a few thousand miserable souls there for a resource or maybe a specific line of work, and all the others who inevitably were drawn to such colonies.

Almost got caught. Too close a call. It got me thinking. I was doing really well for myself. At the time I had a cute boyfriend on the side, a nice place to live...I realized I had a lot to lose. Gave it all up, moved to another colony on another planet. It was great...for about two years. Then I got bored out of my skull. The boyfriend left. I was running out of money. I have expensive tastes. I didn't really want to go back to my life as a thief, so, after a bit of research...I discovered that if you became a merc, worked for a big corporation or something, they actually pay you to be a thief. They just call it something else.”

Ha! Very true,” Angel said.

They found the car rental desk and saw a bored-looking xenian sitting behind it with his feet kicked up on the desk. He sat up and took notice as the four armored women packing heat walked up to him.

Uh...hello there,” he said.

Hi. We need an all terrain vehicle. We're going to head out of the colony. Should be back in an hour, two max,” Emily replied.

Uh...okay. Let me just get the form and tell you about our policy...” the xenian replied, fumbling around for a minute with a tablet. “It sounds like you're going to want a rover. Standard fee is a fifty credits per hour or five hundred per day. Insurance costs an extra hundred per day or ten per hour. You'll be responsible for any-”

Emily held up her hand, stopping the man's bland litany of memorized bureaucratic garbage. “Look. We're mercs. We know what we're doing, we've done this before. Anything goes wrong, we can probably just pay for your fucking rover. Hand over the tablet.”

That wasn't quite true, as rovers were expensive, but she wanted out of here. The terminal was suddenly making her nervous...and maybe a bit paranoid. The guy sighed and handed over the tablet. Emily checked it over, then signed the screen and punched in her Link account number. The xenian took it back, checked it over, made sure the money came through, then slid a little digital reader key across the counter.

Through the back,” he said, pointing to their left. “Lot D. Space twenty two.”

Thanks,” Emily said, taking the key.

The four of them went outside, back into the rain. It was beginning to pick up a bit. As they moved across the lots, hunting down their vehicle, thunder, deep and voluminous, rolled across the area. The terminal sat at the edge of the colony. Beyond it she could see all manner of trees and plants. A couple of roads snaked away from the lots. She could already see the one they wanted: an access road that led to the private warehouse off in the forest. Emily stopped as she tracked down the rover. It was pretty nice.

A big, solidly built black and red vehicle that looked like it could take a beating if it had to. Good. “Let's go,” she said, getting into the driver's seat and barely fitting, as per usual whenever she tried to do...pretty much anything.

Fuck, it's been so long since I've actually driven anywhere in a car,” Angel said. “I've pretty much forgotten the feeling.”

Here, here,” Emily replied.

It's okay,” Lindsay said, getting into the back next to Love. “I had do a lot of driving on my last job. Kind of rots your brain if you have to do it too much.”

I've been there, too. Tons of driving when I was in the military,” Emily said as she started up the car.

She pulled out of the lot and began driving.



Ryan felt excitement flowing through him.

He was holding hands with Colleen, walking out of their room, following Ilyse down the hall to her quarters and her huge bed that would be enough to accommodate the three of them. He could tell Colleen was a little nervous, but also excited. He didn't blame her. He'd been very nervous both times he'd slept with an Amazonian woman for the first time. Okay, well, to be honest, he'd been pretty out of it the first time he'd fucked Ilyse, but that was because both women had snuck into his room in the middle of the night to wake him up for sex.

He looked around Ilyse's room. It was pretty spare, not much in it. She didn't even had a dresser, instead opting to go for a bed with drawers built into the frame along the bottom. There was just the bed and a desk and a chair. As a result, there was more open space. Ryan imagined that she liked to work out in here before bed or maybe right after waking up. He realized that the ladies were getting naked already.

He watched as Ilyse tossed her already stripped off shirt aside and pulled down her panties, bending over slightly to do so. He studied her as he got naked himself. It still struck him how fucking tall she was. Seven foot one. That was absolutely insane. She was over a foot taller than him and while a foot might not be that much difference for some things, in a person it was insane. And he loved it. There was just something that turned him on like crazy about tall women, and Ilyse and Emily had just taken it to the extreme. Not to mention her body itself was just fantastic. Slim, trim muscles, long legs, and beautiful pale skin. Her brunette hair was down for once, framing her narrow face. She caught him staring at her as he pulled his pants down.

See anything you like?” she asked.

Yes,” both he and Colleen said simultaneously.

Ilyse grinned. She'd definitely gotten less self conscious over the past few weeks. She ran her hands down the sides of her body smoothly. “It certainly is nice to have admirers,” she said. “Especially such cute admirers.”

You always call me cute,” Ryan said.

You are,” Ilyse replied.

There is more than one word used to describe someone's attractiveness.”

I know. You're cute. So is Colleen and Syl. Emily and Angel and I are fucking hot. We're not cute. Love and Lindsay are beautiful. You're cute, Ryan. You don't really have the handsome thing going on. But don't worry, cute is fine. We are who we are. Be happy with it.”

I'm pretty happy,” Ryan replied.

Good. You should be. We all should be. Life is too short and miserable and uncaring not to be happy when you can. Now, Colleen, take your bra and your panties off and hand over that strap-on,” Ilyse said, holding out her hand.

You got it,” Colleen replied, giving her the toy.

While Colleen and Ryan finished stripping, Ilyse slipped into the strap-on. Now, all of them stood completely naked.

Colleen, would you mind sucking some dick?” Ilyse asked.

Oh...no,” she replied, grinning and, he was sure, blushing beneath her fur. Ilyse waved Ryan over and he stood beside her.

As he watched Colleen walk over to them and get down on her knees, he realized that he was completely comfortable with being naked now. Even during his past few relationships before this, he'd never really gotten over being naked around his girlfriend. It had to come from feeling inadequate. He was skinny but not really fit and he didn't really have a big dick. Or at least it didn't look big, to him. But he didn't feel self conscious around these women in the slightest. They all had pretty much flat out accepted him.

He watched intently, all other thoughts tossed like old garbage from his head as Colleen took the fake dick into her mouth and started sucking it, bobbing her head rapidly. Ilyse let out a long, low moan of real pleasure as she did this, reaching down and gently caressing Colleen's head. Ryan stared, noting that there was just something crazy awesome about watching your girlfriend sucking a strap-on that another woman was wearing.

Colleen seemed to be really getting into it, taking the whole thing into her mouth, her muscles working as she sucked powerfully. Ilyse stood there and enjoyed it, her eyes closed, head tilted back slightly, moaning quietly.

After a moment, Colleen took the strap-on out of her mouth, shifted slightly, and looked up at Ryan as she took firm hold of his cock. She slipped the tip of it into her mouth and started bobbing her head, slowly at first, taking in more, her hand moving in sync with her lips, until she was taking most of him in, using her two fingers and thumb to jerk him off as well. The sexual bliss began radiating from his dick outwards.

Ryan felt himself relax. There was something just utterly wonderful, something beyond words really, about having your girlfriend suck you off. Colleen was staring up at him, her beautiful green cat eyes locked with his, filled with intense emotion. He stared down gratefully at her, feeling the strong connection between them as she pleasured him. She continued this for another minute or so before going back to Ilyse.

After a bit more of this, she finally stopped and stood. “Mind if we move to the bed?” she asked them.

Not at all,” Ilyse replied.

They all got onto the bed together, with Ilyse lying in the middle, Ryan on one side, Colleen on the other. Ilyse slipped a hand behind Colleen's neck and brought her in for a deep kiss, which Colleen immediately leaned into. Ryan could tell that the women were making out, using their tongues. He leaned down and began kissing one of Ilyse's beautiful breasts. He kissed it and licked it, sliding his tongue across her pink nipple several times, then began to suck on one of her tits while groping the other. He heard her moan in response.

He kept working her breasts until Colleen broke away from her. “How are we going to do this?” she asked.

I was thinking we could spit-roast you,” Ilyse replied.

Spit-roast?” Ryan asked.

Yeah. Colleen gets on her hands and knees, one of us fucks her pussy, the other fucks her mouth,” Ilyse replied. “As boyfriend, you'd get first dibs on her pussy.”

Sound good to you?” Ryan asked, looking at Colleen.

I'd be happy to. I've never had it done to me before,” Colleen replied.

Seems like a lot of us are entering uncharted waters just lately,” Ilyse said.

She rolled over and got out of the way for Colleen, who got onto her hands and knees. Ryan got behind her, positioning himself on his knees, his legs in between hers, which she had spread out, presenting her thick, pink ass to him. She had to push herself up a bit to get at the right height for Ilyse to fuck her mouth, but managed it. Ryan stared down at her tight, pink, glistening opening. She was ready for him.

He put the head of his dick up against the opening and placed his hands on her ass. He heard her moan as he began penetrating her, sliding into her tight, wet insides. However, as she did this, opening her mouth to release the sound, Ilyse took the opportunity to slide the fake dick inside. She placed her hand on the back of Colleen's head and started fucking her in the mouth, letting her head hang back and groaning.

Yes,” she whispered, “suck it, my cute little cat-girl.”

Ryan worked his way in until he was all the way inside of her, his hips meeting her ass. Here he was in another threesome. He'd had more sex in the past two weeks than he imagined some people had in a year. Was it really this simple? Was he just incredibly lucky or were there other people out there who just had the right group of sexually liberated friends who were just down to fuck pretty much all the time?

For the moment, as he buried his cock inside of his cyvit girlfriend's amazing pussy, there was nothing else. As far as he was concerned, the entire universe was inside of this room and he was experiencing the ultimate pleasure. Ilyse really seemed to be enjoying herself as well. As he plowed Colleen from behind, he watched the Amazonian really just fuck Colleen's mouth. Not so hard as to hurt her, but hard enough that she was clearly into it. Colleen was moaning, the sound muffled. Ryan wondered how it must be, wondered if it was something Colleen was seriously into or was just going along with.

She seemed to be enjoying it.

He kept fucking her until it felt like he was going to pop, which he knew wouldn't be the best, since Ilyse wanted a crack at Colleen's pussy and sloppy seconds might not be the nicest. He pulled out and caught his breath.

Switch?” he asked.

Thought you'd never ask,” Ilyse replied.

They shifted around and Colleen returned her head to its normal height and instead had to try and push her ass up as much as possible. Ilyse had to spread her legs pretty far to get the strap-on down to the appropriate height, but again, made it work. Colleen slipped Ryan's cock into her mouth, apparently still perfectly okay with going pussy-to-mouth. She moaned as Ilyse entered her from behind and started putting those powerful Amazonian hips to use. Colleen cried out, muffled by Ryan's cock, as Ilyse really started to pound her pussy.

Ryan was getting more and more turned on by the second. He put his hand on the back of Colleen's head and started fucking her mouth as well. As he looked down into her eyes, he saw that she was turned on as fuck.

She was loving this.

That only turned him on more.

Can I come on your face?” he asked.

Mmm-hmm,” she replied, sounding almost eager.

She kept sucking him, working his dick faster and faster. The sight of her head bobbing, her eyes closed in concentration, Ilyse screwing her hardcore from behind, was enough for him. He let out a warning and Colleen took him out of her mouth and started rapidly jacking him off. It only took a few seconds of working his dick before he started letting off. Ryan cried out, placing his hands on his thighs to hold himself upright as his dick kicked and spasmed in Colleen's firm, sure grasp. He watched as thick loads of his seed spurted out in streams across Colleen's beautiful cyvit face. She smiled up at him as he came all over her.

While this was happening, her expression suddenly changed as Ilyse started fucking her even faster and suddenly Colleen was having an orgasm, he could just tell from her facial expressions and the sounds she was making. As his own climax tapered off, Colleen's flared up, causing her to cry out. She put his dick back in her mouth, sucking it clean as she came, which made him make a sound of surprised pleasure.

It wasn't long before Ilyse had built up to her own orgasm and then she was yelling, giving voice to the pleasure that surged through her. After that, the three of them practically collapsed into a heap of sweaty limbs and heaving chests.

They laid there for several minutes before Ilyse announced that she was going to get an update from Emily and that they should have a shower.

And another threesome.

She wasn't done with either of them just yet.



They'd been on the road for a good ten minutes now. Lindsay had been sharing more stories from her past, big jobs she'd pulled, close calls, merc stories. They all had them and they were usually pretty interesting. As she listened, drove, and occasionally chimed in, Emily couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. But there was no one on the road with them. They hadn't passed a single vehicle so far, coming or going.

Maybe that's what was making her paranoid.

They shouldn't be far from the warehouse. If she had the coordinates right, it would be maybe another minute or two of driving.

As she thought this, her Link went off. “Yeah?” she asked, answering it.

It was Ilyse. “Hey, how's it going down there?”

Fine. We're driving. Nothing yet.”

Good to hear. Looks like you might be home free.”

Don't jinx it. What's going on up there?”

Clear as clear can be. I just had a threesome with Ryan and Colleen.”

Is that fur soft?”

Like you couldn't believe. We spit-roasted her. Going go for round two.”

Don't wear them out too much. I'm sure I'm going to want to have some fun when we get back from this.”

Better hurry then. Gotta go now, sounds like they've got the shower on.”

Have fun.”

Yep.”

Emily signed off her Link and again scanned the road ahead of her and the mirrors, checking behind her. Still nothing.

As they rounded a curve, the trees suddenly fell back, revealing a large, open clearing with a parking lot and the shipping and storage warehouse they were supposed to be dropping off the package at. Well, maybe Ilyse was right.

Maybe they could get this done quickly and quietly.

She drove on.



Ryan stared up the shower as Colleen washed her face off in the sink. She studied herself in the mirror after spending a minute getting most of his seed out of her pink fur. “Mmm, you really blew a big load,” she said, going down for more water.

Sorry,” he said.

It's fine. It's kind of nice, really. Like a physical measure of how good it felt for you,” Colleen replied, inspecting herself once more in the mirror.

Ryan glanced back into the bedroom. Ilyse was lying on the bed. She seemed extremely interested in something, but he couldn't place what until finally it clicked that she was activating her Link. It was the face people sometimes got when they were communicating sub-vocally through their Link with other people.

Abruptly, the look faded and she sat up.

I hear running water,” she said, standing and stretching.

Again, Ryan was both intimidated and aroused by how fucking tall she was. He looked back. Colleen was in the shower already, finishing the job of washing her face off. Ilyse joined him in the bathroom and they got into the shower together. Ryan spent a moment with a bar of soap, washing himself down, enjoying the multiple shower-heads in Ilyse's shower. He finished up and turned back to the women.

So, did you mention to Ilyse that you're thinking about writing?” Colleen asked.

You are?” Ilyse replied.

I haven't. Just you and Syl know, really,” Ryan replied.

Didn't you used to do...crap, I forgot, something artistic when you were younger?”

Yeah. I drew,” Ilyse replied.

You did?” Ryan asked.

Ilyse nodded, then leaned her head back and began wetting her hair, running her long fingers through it. “Yep. Through high school and a bit after that, before I became an Amazonian. I was just naturally good at it. It was fun. I actually made my living off of it for about six months. One of my drawings got into some big online community and suddenly everyone wanted me to draw them stuff. I was charging like a hundred credits a picture. I could do like ten a week if I worked a lot at it. But it was great, I loved it.”

So you just...gave it up?” Ryan asked.

Yeah. I mean, I had to. Not much time for it when you're training all the time, fighting the bad guys of the galaxy. If you think you can write something that people will like, do it, Ryan, because there's not much in the way of a better feeling than creating something and it having a positive impact on another person's life. It's wonderful...beautiful. If you wrote a book, I'd definitely read it,” Ilyse replied.

Well...thanks,” Ryan murmured, not quite sure how to feel about it.

She smiled, leaned in, bent down and kissed him. “You're a cutie,” she said. “And a good person. You should be happy. Being creative makes people happy. Sharing your creative work with other people makes you even happier.”

What if people hate it? What if it sucks?”

If it sucks, you keep working until it doesn't suck. And you can't make everyone happy. Some people will hate it, but some people will love it. Take the good, leave the bad. There's enough bad shit in our lives, Ryan. Speaking of which...I'm getting horny again. And I'm in the mood to put you in a good mood. What do you say, Colleen? Should we take him back to the bedroom and show him a really good time?”

I'd be more than happy to,” Colleen replied.

Ilyse killed the water and stepped out, passing them each a towel and keeping one for herself. They spent the next bit of time quickly drying off, all of them becoming more aroused with each second that passed. As soon as they were dry, (or close enough), the three of them hurried back into the bedroom and crawled onto Ilyse's huge bed. Ilyse gently guided Ryan to the center of it, laying him on his back and lying at his side. Colleen brushed her warm, soft furry body up against his naked skin as she laid on his other side.

Ilyse leaned in and began kissing him, pressing her lips gently against his and making out with him. He felt Colleen reach down and grip his dick, which was already at half mast and getting firmer all the time. Ilyse slipped her tongue in, gently probing his mouth, searching for his own tongue, as Colleen began to play with his dick, slowly sliding her fingers up and down it. He began groping Ilyse's breasts as she passionately made out with him. Before too long, she broke away, coming up for air, and passed him off to Colleen.

He smiled as he turned to his girlfriend, who grinned seductively and stared back at him with a loving gaze. She began kissing him, pressing herself even closer, reaching down, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand up to one of her big, furry breasts. He ran his fingertips across her sensitive nipple as they made out and heard her moan into the kiss. Ilyse was gripping his cock now with her big hand, slowly jerking him off.

Colleen broke away after a bit and looked over him, across at Ilyse. “Should we move on to the next part?” she asked.

Definitely,” Ilyse replied.

What's the next part?” Ryan asked.

You'll like the next part,” Ilyse replied.

He watched, excited, as both women slid down the length of his body, positioning themselves lower on the bed, so that their heads were on either side of his now fully erect cock. He watched intently as both women opened their mouths and stuck their tongues out. They began licking up either side of his dick. Ryan groaned as the pleasure began: hot, wet pleasure that seemed to radiate out from his core.

It only got better when they both started focusing on the head of his cock. Colleen gripped the shaft, stabilizing it, so that they could both lick it furiously. He reached down and placed a hand on the back of their heads. They continued licking him, filling him with heated bliss, their tongues working and occasionally the two girls shared a kiss, until finally Colleen took his cock into her mouth and started bobbing her head for several seconds. Then she pulled back and passed it to Ilyse, who repeated her actions, wrapping her lips around Ryan's cock and sucking him off with great zeal and skill. He groaned, getting ready to pop.


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