Under the Tail and Other Stories
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Chapter 23: Lies, Truth, and Consequences
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 23: Lies, Truth, and Consequences - Hello, everybody! This is Dragonpig. I'm going to be writing a collection of stories within the anthropomorphic, or furry, genre. Some will be short stories, some will be novel-length, and others will fall somewhere in between. Yes, some of these stories will be quite explicit, while others won't be. I'm going to keep this series going until I either get bored or find that people just aren't interested in it. I'd really enjoy hearing your opinions and thoughts on my writing. Have a good one!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Consensual Romantic Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Humor Vignettes War Zoophilia Science Fiction Aliens Alternate History Space Furry Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister DomSub FemaleDom Light Bond Harem Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Bestiality Exhibitionism Fisting Flatulence Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Squirting Water Sports Big Breasts Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism
Captain Colewhen felt the Quantum. The ship felt like an extension of his own body: three saucer sections stacked one atop the other, a mile across at the rim. Top and bottom matched each other in size; the middle saucer, sandwiched between them, flared wider still. From the edge of each disc, rounded spokes jutted straight out like thick cylinders, studded along their length with launch bay doors and weapons platforms. For hundreds of years the Amalgamation had built these battle saucers to end wars and maintain the Empresses’ and Emperors’ rule over the galaxy. His was the last one left in quadrant 144.
The station was ahead, a gigantic sphere floating in the void of space. Colewhen’s purpose was simple. Seal the breach.
He felt the first impacts against the Quantum’s hull as pressure along his gray-furred skin. Shield arrays flared, energy bleeding away. Crew voices reached him through the neural link and through his tufted ears.
“Captain, shields at sixty and dropping,” Osha, his second-in-command, said, her long white-furred feline tail lashing. “Multiple launches from the station. Small craft.”
Colewhen answered calmly.
“Hold vector. Weapons focused on the approaching craft.”
Core’s MPCs were on decks 12, 18, and 30. He had fought them for years. Featureless humanoid shapes, solid black from crown to boot, no faces. He felt each breach as a sharp localized pain. Deck nine. Deck eleven. Deck fourteen.
“Breach teams to engineering,” he said. “Seal and defend.”
Security reacted. He could see them on deck eight, corridor twenty, laying down weapons fire on the internal feeds, and he could see different views of the Quantum’s inner workings in his mind. Core’s MPCs. They died in numbers and still advanced.
Then the tingle came.
It was not a breach. It was something else, like the way it felt when his wife ran her clawed fingers delicately down his back. Deck three. Something that should not have existed, but did, opened in the middle of a corridor. A streak of light split vertically and twisted, and there was an opening to somewhere. Out of that gate stepped a figure in black robes.
Humanoid. His face could barely be seen under his hood. Colewhen had seen this one before. One of Core’s special warriors.
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