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It was quiet out there. As the cliché went, too quiet.

Matt knew for a fact it was too quiet, in fact. Captain of the Alliance Patrol Ship Burkhari, they had jumped to this space primarily because of a reported disturbance. Pirates, as usual - space was full of them, it was a very unfortunate fact of life. So many malcontent groups seeking to profit off of others to fund their shenanigans - usually renegade groups of some sort seeking to send some kind of message or bankroll terrestrial activities. While that was a bit different from the more standard image of pirate as just a plunderer of sorts, it was easier to just attach that label to anyone who attacked honest and legal business ships for their own personal gain.

Matt didn't know any of the details about who was causing the trouble here. Not that it was usually easy to figure out, but in most cases it didn't matter: they caused trouble, he needed to step in and stop it. At least, if it was something he could stop. Patrol Ships were the lower end of peacekeeping, smaller ships with lesser firepower - still several steps up from your average independent merchant ship, but below the other classes of Alliance ships. But the big guns usually weren't needed for most pirate calls, it was rare to see pirates have anything especially heavy, they tended to focus on light and fast to ambush and overwhelm. So long as it was one pirate ship and they weren't careless, Matt was sure they should be fine.

The problem was when things didn't match expectations. Running into pirates was generally a bad thing, but running into no pirates when you were supposed to run into pirates was decidedly worse.

“Farrow. I need you to scan the area, as best you can. This doesn't sit right with me."

“I'll say, it doesn't even look like a chair." The response from the leonix was playful, but had an edge to it that made clear to the human that he shared the same concerns, made all the clearer by his rapid initiation of the requested scans. His navigator was one of multitudes of genetically engineered anthropic races, originally designed for planetary colonization and terraforming duties; their appearance as reminiscent of iconic Earth animals had largely been a consequence of 'because we can.' Leonix were, fittingly, based on lions, and they were quite impressively engineered, large and muscular and intimidating to look at, with the males having those flourishing manes as their feral counterparts had had. As part of the Pax Galactica Treaty around a hundred fifty galanna ago, they had necessarily been released from their original status as servants to the human race, and were mostly integrated into the mainstream by this point. As a consequence of their origins, they had a large degree of cultural overlap with humanity and thus were frequently paired with them due to compatibility...still, Matt always felt a little intimidated trying to assert himself as captain over Farrow and their compatriot, another leonix named Vex. Mainly because it was hard to see oneself as the superior to two lion-shaped people who stood a half meter taller and fifty kilos heavier than him. They WERE built for hard physical work, after all…

Hard physical work was not what they were currently doing, though. Farrow was the Burkhari's navigator and all-around tech expert, the one who got them where they needed to go. Vex was currently up in the gunner deck, primed with hot weapons for the expected engagement; he was as sharp and fast as they came at that, aptly like a predator pouncing on hapless prey. Matt was the one in charge, who kept things organized and directed everything, the pilot who drove the ship in sub-hyperspace, and the most adept at communicating and thus the face of the ship whenever contact needed to be made...but there was no question he relied a lot more on the leonix pair than he felt they relied on him, another thing that sometimes made him struggle with the idea of being captain.

“Uhm...I don't like this." Farrow's voice was more tinged with nervousness than ever now. “I'm getting squeaks...there's some kind of interference. Source isn't clear, I'm trying to narrow it down. And here I thought WE were the fuzz..."

“Shit." Matt grabbed his comm and activated it with purpose. “Vex, prime the guns. Something's going on here that I don't like."

“Roger, Captain," came the charged reply. Vex liked going hot...well, he was that kind of person. Thankfully not reckless or overkill, but it was no secret he loved a firefight. Matt wasn't so keen on them, he liked to be sure the Burkhari wasn't in any more danger than necessary.

“Farrow...set up an emergency jump. We may need to bail."

“Roger, Captain. Setting coordinates for-" Farrow didn't finish as the Burkhari was suddenly rocked by a pair of impacts against the hull, nearly throwing both of them down. “Gah! Torpedo impacts on starboard stern! Activating optics!"

The optics came up on the monitor within seconds, and Matt swore again. A ship had been hiding near a stray asteroid; not easy to see, and with the jamming their sensors couldn't pick it up. And as he got a better look at it, the human's blood ran cold - that was a C-class ship, a larger and heavier combat cruiser! These were among the very rare well-armed pirates out there, and they were in no way equipped to take it on! “Vex! Defensive fire!"

“Seriously? Dammit!" Of course Vex had to be upset, defensive fire that quickly meant they weren't going hunting this time around. But he knew the leonix would be compliant, if they were on the run already there was no way they were winning. But the next problem quickly made itself clear. “I can't freaking see anything on the radar! I've got no idea where to direct the fire, I'm shooting blind here!"

“They're probably launching more torpedoes!"

“Well, if they are, hell if I can find them!"

Before Matt could reply, another impact hit off the starboard stern, and klaxons started blaring; the shield damage was significant and they were at serious risk of hull damage if they kept taking hits. He yelled into the com. “Then fire blind in the direction of the ship! We're trying to get a jump going, but they might frag us before we get the chance if we take too many of those!"

Vex growled out something that Matt couldn't make out, but he doubted there was any chance it was polite. Lasers and scatterguns let loose, throwing two different types of projectiles out - the targeted energy shots and solid bolts that shattered into high-velocity shrapnel, trying desperately to hit something that might be coming their way. Matt had the thrusters going hard to try to put extra distance between them, but the cruiser was now in direct pursuit. It was slower, but if it was putting out more torpedos...not only that, but they must have been stealth torpedos, hidden from sight and thus nearly impossible to directly counterfire. These were no ordinary pirates, and Matt knew this engagement would need a much heavier response...now he just had to survive long enough to get that word out.

Another torpedo hit, and then another that rocked the ship harder. “Captain! We've got engine damage! That fed back into the reactor!" Farrow was almost in a panic; he'd never been in this kind of peril before, while Matt had as a crew member of another patrol ship. The first time was always the hardest...but that didn't make this any less nerve-wracking for the human. He just had a better idea how to tamp that panic down. They were in dire shape already, a couple more blows and they were disabled, if not destroyed. There was little time to make a choice, so Matt didn't bother mulling it over.

“Farrow! Engage the emergency jump!"

“There's no-"

“Doesn't matter! Just do it!"

Farrow didn't argue further, slamming his hand down on the activation pad on the console. The Burkhari's warp engines fired off, and they jetted off into hyperspace...and exited, not much later, with a heavy thud that again almost threw them to the ground. That wasn't from outside this time, though...one of the worst sounds to hear while in a ship in the middle of space was the disheartening wind-down of all the major systems. The main computers, navigational and weapons systems, even most of the lights going out, leaving them with the dimmest and lowest-energy lights only. And most importantly, all of the engines...the Burkhari was officially down and out.

Matt slumped back into his seat. “Fuckin' hell...well, this is a damn mess. Farrow, activate the SOS beacon...and get ready for a long wait."

---

There was no great decision to have been made...but Matt knew he'd made the right one.

Farrow had gone to check on the reactor, and confirmed what they already pretty much knew. The damaging attack combined with the emergency jump had overtaxed it, and it had gone into hibernation mode to prevent further damage. It wasn't completely dead, thankfully, and was repairable, but not by them - they would need to be towed to a station to have it fixed. Since it was a ship of the Alliance Peacekeeping Forces, that wasn't going to be on their dime, so cost wasn't a concern. The paperwork would be, but hey, at least they were alive to DO the paperwork.

But none of that would be material until they were reached. And that wasn't going to be for a while. SOS beacons were good, but it took time for their signals to reach out enough to be picked up. Days, maybe weeks. Vital life support systems remained online even in the low-power hibernation mode, but it wasn't going to be the most pleasant of experiences - they could only draw a very limited amount of power from the wounded reactor, and that limited a lot of what they could do. Had they been stuck in this position where the pirates could follow them, they would have been likely to meet a bad end, either capture or just plain vaporization...but the undirected jump had thrown them into an unpredictable area of space, there was no way to trace it. All in all, it was probably the best-case scenario for them, which was what Matt was trying to stick to in the face of two leonix who probably were going to have trouble seeing it that way for a while.

“Sorry, Captain, I don't think the countermeasures worked very well." Vex sounded more annoyed than apologetic, but Matt was certain he wasn't annoyed at him, just the whole situation in general.

“Not your fault. Stealth torpedoes...what the hell are these pirates to get their hands on some of those? Or on a damn C-class cruiser! The brass is going to have a conniption."

“What happens if they come after us?" Farrow asked nervously, leaning into Vex a little; the other leonix had his arms wrapped around him and was holding his head against Farrow's mane.

“They won't. They can't. We're actually lucky you didn't get coordinates set up, they've got no way to track an undirected jump. Worst thing that happens now is that other pirates chance on us before our beacon's picked up by the tracing crew, but it doesn't look like there's anything out here, so I doubt there's much reason for pirates to come."

“So...we just wait, then?"

“Yep. And experience the 'rustic' side of space travel."

“Sounds like a pretty high-class definition of rustic," remarked Vex.

“Won't seem that way in a while. We're going to have to go easy on the fresh food - too much opening and closing of the refrigeration units will strain the system. So, uh, I hope you developed a taste for nutrient cubes."

“We're going to have to, they didn't develop any taste of their own," Farrow cracked, trying to sound lighthearted in the face of something very much not light. “Please tell me we at least have the artificial flavor powder, I might be able to choke them down."

“I haven't checked...you'll have to scout the pantry." Matt didn't much like the artificial flavoring much, but better than nothing - the cubes were pretty horrid, bland tasteless tough things that were not a good substitute for real food, but he'd always been told that when you were stuck you wanted to balance out what you could, so you could make the real food last longer and wouldn't go mad stuffing the cubes into your mouth day after day with no break. “We're going to have to go easy on the water recycling systems as well...they can process enough for us to drink daily, but not for lots of superfluous things. The drink preserves will help with that as well, but we want to be judicious about those in the case that there any issues arise. So don't use much water when hand washing - use sanitizer if it's anything minor - flush the toilets sparingly, limiting cleaning to necessary and emergency wash-ups, and just...don't do anything that requires a lot of water."

“Which means no showering, I take it," Vex remarked.

“Not at all. No way the system can process that much, and we want to have as much in the tanks as we can get."

“Not like I particularly enjoyed those anyway. Besides, the dryjets would probably take too much energy anyway."

“Probably. We're going to have to go low-energy on any systems. Try to operate off of batteries if you're using any portable entertainment consoles. Or go analog. There must be a few things in the storage lockers somewhere...cards or something like that."

“Three-person card games?" Farrow smiled weakly in spite of himself. “That sounds like a good accelerant for cabin fever."

“Only if you play the wrong ones," Matt replied with a hint of his own smile. It wasn't really much of a fun mood, but dwelling on the negative was a bad thing in a case like this...they had to focus on being thankful for being alive, focusing on the eventual rescue, and keeping their spirits up in the protracted interim. If they could stay calm and sane, everything would be fine.

---

And so began the long wait.

The most important part of this, Matt knew, was making sure everyone kept their spirits up. It was easy to fall into dread and panic when one was basically a sitting duck in the depths of space - they could get hit by a fast-moving object of any sort, get attacked by pirates or other nefarious sorts who had a working ship, or have other disasters happen that they couldn't predict. Maintaining positivity and hope in the face of danger could be the key to avoiding a catastrophe of their own making; 'derelict fever' had claimed more lives than any of those above causes in similar situations.

As such, Matt was dedicating time to making sure Vex and Farrow were handling things well. The leonix certainly looked hardier than he was, but the state of the body didn't necessarily translate to the mind, and if either of them lost it, it put Matt in a pretty unfortunate position. So a lot of his time was dedicated to making sure they were doing all right. That was good for him, too, it kept his mind busy and focused on duty rather than disaster. And so far the two seemed to be weathering the storm well enough - their temperaments seemed well-suited to staving off the worst of things. Vex had a very intense personality, he liked action and taking charge, but he was also a friendly person - if a little bit insensitive to the awkwardness his energy created sometimes - and got along well with others, and the fact that there were others around with him seemed to be enough to keep him going. Farrow was one of those kinds of people who always liked to make jokes and keep things lively, but Matt knew he was also a more sensitive person who fed off of the emotional environment around him; if things got gloomy, Farrow would get that way much more rapidly. With Matt and Vex trying to keep things upbeat, though, Farrow was also responsive to that and helping feed back into that with his own contributions.

Of course, that continued positivity was predicated on keeping occupied enough not to fall into boredom and dwelling on the situation they were in. So they did their best to live as close to normal a life as they could under these circumstances. They were limited in activities that required power sources - there were only so many batteries and they couldn't be recharged in the current state of the ship - so they favored things that required no electricity, though it was tough to find spaces well-lit enough to see what they were doing. Checking up on the state of the ship was another thing they could do - while the shields had prevented any major physical damage outside of the reactor, plenty of things had gotten tossed around, and there were plenty of clean-up tasks they could get to while waiting around, as well as general maintenance where power wasn't really required, or which even were facilitated by a low-power state. Keeping conversation going during the lulls was also helpful, focusing on things that weren't related to their current state, or at least making light of it. Matt felt an obligation to be the leader on this, being the captain, but there were times where he felt like the two leonix were almost buoying him more than he was them...not that that was necessarily a bad thing, it meant they were responsive to his efforts.

Not that it was all easy, thanks to what else he was noticing...

It was no secret to him that the two leonix were partners. In fact the whole reason the two of them were on the ship together was that they refused to be separated to different assignments - adamant that if one of them was going to be in danger, the other wanted to be there right with them, and they would either stand together or fall together. Matt had no problem with this state of affairs for them, as far as he was concerned if they could do their jobs whatever else they did was immaterial. But he was noticing a lot more of their expressiveness of this bond in this time of statis. Sitting together and leaning on each other, rubbing each other's fur and manes, nuzzling each other, hugging and holding, licks of affection...they'd done this before, but he'd never really paid much attention to it, focusing in on other things that required his attention. But there wasn't a lot to distract him from this at the moment, in fact he had to be paying attention to the leonix more to ensure their continued good mood, so he wasn't really able to put that aside.

It made him feel a bit awkward, even more so that he couldn't really say anything about it. Matt was not a romantic, to be sure - in fact he had a little bit of a reputation for being the 'anti-sap' among the other peacekeepers. It wasn't that he didn't like that stuff or wanted to be a downer, he just didn't really know how to deal with it; that kind of sappy expressive stuff just never really resonated with him. Would it if he met the right someone? He had no idea, and really he didn't know what the right someone was either. His few attempts at dating had never gone anywhere, mainly because he didn't really feel anything for them. He didn't really even know what his type was, if he was being honest with himself, and he'd never really had a problem with focusing more on his work instead, which was unquestionably demanding and intensive - one didn't get to be a captain without putting in a LOT of hours.

He did his best not to show any discomfort or awkwardness, not wanting to put them off of something that was clearly helpful to the two of them. But it was probably clear enough anyway, given that they started to tease him about it a bit. Vex more than Farrow, which made sense, given that he initiated the contact more - it seemed to be something he took a bit of pride in, almost. It was good-natured teasing, but Matt didn't really have any good responses to it, since it wasn't in his zone of proper understanding - he worried that he might say something wrong inadvertently, so saying less made the most sense. He'd just try to put it to the side as best he could, focus on duties rather than interpersonal interactions.

On the fifth day of their stranding, though, it became just a little harder to put to the side.

He was in the dining area, grabbing a mix of nutrient cube and real food, trying to find the right balance to make sure he got fed enough and could tolerate it. Choking down the awful food substitute was as difficult as always - how these people had failed to realize that food needed flavor was beyond him. He knew for a fact it was possible to make nutrient cubes that actually were reasonably tasty, still no substitute for real food but enough that people wouldn't gag trying to get them down, but clearly the peacekeepers were cheaping out on that. Well, it wasn't like they were MEANT to be used outside of emergencies…

His train of thought was derailed by Vex walking into the dining area. Matt looked up, as he was naturally inclined to do, and was caught entirely off-guard. The leonix was completely nude. Matt could see a rather hefty sheath and sack between his legs, pretty difficult to miss given their size. His face flushed a bit - he'd had to study anatomy as part of his training, in order to pass the emergency first aid part of his training, so he wasn't exactly a stranger to images of nude males and females of all the races, but in this period of time where first aid wasn't a need and he couldn't fall back on decorum, it suddenly became awkward. True, they weren't exactly staying confined to uniforms while they were waiting, but they were always wearing SOMETHING. “A little overly natural, Vex?"

“Ah! Sorry, captain, I thought you were in your quarters." Despite the apology, Vex wasn't really making any move to cover up or anything, instead heading towards the beverage station. “Farrow and I were doing some...exercise in our quarters. And we're holding off on climate control in our room...well, it's a bit more comfortable to stay like this."

“I see…" A coat of fur probably would make it warmer in those rooms...Matt was glad not to have that. He tried to ignore the implications of 'exercise' as best he could...at least it was entertainment that didn't require electricity. “Still, even though we can't waste water on laundering, rewearing clothes is not a problem in this situation."

“Is for us. We catch smell faster than humans do...want to try to keep stuff fresher when possible."

“Use deodorizers."

“Those aren't that good, they just cover the scent and if you're good enough at smelling you just get a mix of the two. Last resort for me. I'd rather have something clean to wear when we finally get rescued."

Matt doubted he was going to convince Vex otherwise. Most of the non-human races were less concerned about clothing than humans were; it was not an uncommon thing to see on planets where they were predominant. They weren't necessarily nudists, just not as averse to going without if they felt like it. He could order Vex and Farrow (who he presumed was doing the same thing) to wear clothes, but that would probably be a bad idea, would breed discontent that they didn't need. If they were just doing it in their own quarters, it wasn't a problem…

He hadn't noticed that Vex had come up behind him until he felt the leonix's muzzle on the back of his neck. “Ah! Vex?"

“...Captain, if you'll forgive me, you stink."

“...Yeah, probably. No showers for several days won't help with that. But I've been using the deodorizers…"

“Yeah, and you smell like cheap deodorizer and stink. Masking isn't very good, like I said. Do you want grooming?"

“Grooming? What are you talking about? We can't use water for that."

“We don't need water. Farrow and I have groomed ourselves and each other every day we've been stuck here."

“...How?"

“Our tongues, of course."

Matt recoiled a bit at that. “Your TONGUES? There is no way that's sanitary."

“We were designed with that in mind. Lions groomed with their tongues, too. Ours are designed with that in mind. Our saliva kills little nasties and is good at cleaning off oily build-up and stuff. Not something we'd use for cleaning everything, but for just day-to-day natural body needs, there's not much better."

“Wouldn't that taste awful, though?"

“I suppose it should, but when we're grooming, that part kinda turns off, so we don't really notice it. If you wanted, we could give you a nice tongue bath, I'm sure it wouldn't take too long."

“I'll pass, thanks."

Vex pulled back, shrugging. “All right. But the offer's there." He walked off with his drinks, leaving Matt to breathe a sigh of relief. That did NOT sound like a good time to him. He'd stick with his deodorizers, at least he wouldn't have trouble with them, and Vex and Farrow would just have to put up with it.

---

Of course it didn't go that way. Since when did anything go to plan these days?

The problem with odor masking was that the nose eventually got used to the scent of the mask, and that reduced its effectiveness over time. Of course, they were never meant for long-term use, just short bursts to hold off the bad scents until cleaning had been performed. But when you couldn't clean...Matt started to notice the odors the next day, and they became intolerable by the day after. Most of them were on himself, though some were on the clothing he was wearing...there wasn't much he could do about that, but there was something he could do about his body.

It wasn't like he WANTED to. But being a captain meant sometimes you had to take the right choice even if you didn't really want to. And the reality was, Vex and Farrow smelled fine, as far as he could tell...and he could also tell that they were getting uncomfortable with his odor as well. There was only one obvious course of action. That didn't mean he felt any more comfortable sitting in the leonix's quarters, naked as the day he was born...it just meant he had no choice but to get over it.

“You're definitely ripe, Captain," murmured Farrow. “But don't worry, we'll take care of that...you'll be smelling like a rose by the time we're done."

“Forgive me if I don't anticipate there being any rose scents on those tongues of yours."

“You won't smell like stink, at least," cracked Vex. “Now just relax and let us do our thing."

Matt didn't fancy his odds of relaxing, but strove to do his best anyway as his two subordinates got to work. Moments later, he felt two tongues start to lick over his body, first starting at his chest and back. Matt winced a bit as he felt the surfaces of those organs...they were pretty rough, not at all smooth like his. Probably made little difference for them since they had ample fur, but for Matt's fairly minimally hairy body that texture could be felt very starkly. He didn't complain, though - that surface was probably also quite good for cleaning, since it had a bit of natural scrub to it.

What surprised Matt most was how quickly they were going. They didn't linger too long on any one point of his body - he figured it must be pretty easy to clean him without fur in the way - and rapidly traveled over to different parts once they had given one area a few good licks. Most of Matt's chest was tended to by Vex without difficulty...though Matt had to bite back a gasp when he felt that rough tongue rasp over his nipples, providing a sharp jolt through him. Was it just his imagination, or did the leonix linger a little bit longer there than anywhere else on his chest? He wasn't about to ask, but he could swear that there were a few more licks there...and he couldn't imagine that there was any reason they would be any more in need of cleaning than any other part.

Farrow and Vex kept at it, working down his slightly more hairy arms - not nearly hairy enough to match fur, of course. They left his hands alone, those were clean enough - even in water conservation mode, you didn't ignore hand washing - but Farrow gave his underarms a little more attention, another area that was a touch more sensitive, and another that he felt was given more time to than others...though, in this case, he was pretty sure that WAS a spot that needed it. Vex moved away from his arms more quickly, going down Matt's stomach with his tongue, licking relentlessly and without any sign of fatigue; they really seemed to be able to do this at leisure, it almost made him envious if it wasn't something that was so weird to him.

Eventually Vex moved down to his legs, leaving Farrow to attend to the rest of his upper body - Matt couldn't help but shiver from that scratching on the back of his neck. The bolder leonix was focused on his calves first, staying above Matt's feet - he'd already given those a wash on his own, not sure he wanted anything down there - but being quite thorough as he worked his way up the knees and then the thighs. Matt started to squirm a bit as he felt the lion get close to his groin...he wasn't doing anything there specifically, but the proximity meant that his mane was slightly brushing against sensitive spots, providing opportunities for Matt to get nice and flustered.

Even more so that he was starting to get turned on.

He wasn't even sure why - in his mind, this wasn't anything to be aroused over, it was a simple cleaning and that was it. But it was hard to deny the intimacy of the actions, the closeness of the leonix to him and their lavishing such attention on him, not to mention the very subtle hints of trying to get a rise out of him. Were they actually interested in him in that way? He'd never thought about that...it was true that they had impressive figures, ones that spoke of virility and worthiness of filling the gene pool, and Matt had always envied that a bit given his very much unimpressive (in his eyes) form. He didn't really even consider the prospect that they might seek something more…

He yelped a bit as he felt Vex suddenly run his tongue along the underside of his cock, followed by another quickly after as Farrow's tongue graced his testicles. “Wh-what...what are you-"

“Come, these areas need cleaning too," Vex growled, with a tone that sounded playful yet mildly aggressive and forceful. “Besides, you don't seem to dislike it, heh heh…" He forestalled any further protest by giving another long lick to the human's cock, causing a lang-drawn-out gasp to escape Matt. That sensitive organ REALLY reacted to the rough surface of Vex's tongue, far more than anything he could recall in recent memory. And Farrow's tongue bath of his balls was almost equally effective, sending shivers down his spine and moans from his mouth. Thoughts of decorum and appropriateness crossed his mind for fleeting moments, before being shoved away but the burgeoning desire; the two of them had instigated this, he wasn't pushing it on them or using his authority to command it, and it was far from a peculiarity for such things to happen on a ship anyway.

The two leonix were doing a fantastic job of 'cleaning' him down there, too...it was unbelievable how thorough they were, every part of his cock and his balls and the flesh around them was attended to by those tongues. It was impossible not to get fully hard after all that, and beyond...given his lack of action, he was already struggling to hold back his orgasm, precum leaking from his tip just long enough to wet things before it was slurped up. Matt was starting to squirm as it got close to being too much already…

Then it stopped. And Matt's first reaction was disappointment...he didn't have time for a second one, as he was suddenly rotated on the bed, now facing Farrow, who wasted little time engulfing Matt's entire shaft in his muzzle, slurping and bobbing on it with even more vigor than he'd gotten out of Vex. And just as he was catching up with that, Matt gasped out as he felt Vex start to work on his rear, that sandpapery tongue rasping over his pucker and making it twitch. Now Matt was really letting loose with the moans and cries, overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure he was receiving - he wasn't used to having one sexual partner, much less two, and his body was drinking it in like it was parched.

With stimulation like that, how could he hold out? Another, longer cry left his mouth as he came, hard, pulsing his load into Farrow's maw. The leonix slurped it up and swallowed it almost like he was nursing, not letting even a drop escape his greedy tongue. For Matt it felt like it was lasting an age longer than usual, not just a quick release that burst a bit out for a while but a more drawn-out release that truly sought to empty him. Then again, he was still getting his asshole massaged by Vex, not to mention Farrow's constant suckling...he felt drained by the time it ended, but in a really good way, panting hard and yet supremely satisfied.

Vex pulled away from his rear then, chuckling devilishly. “How does he taste, Farrow?"

“Ah...delicious." Farrow murred a bit as he too pulled away. “I'd love to have more."

“I'm sure you'll get your chance. But I think it's time for our captain to return the favor, no?"

Matt flushed a bit. His inexperience was definitely going to put him at a disadvantage here...but he felt obliged to at least try to provide some proper pleasure in response as well. “What would you like me to do, Farrow?"

“Well, Captain…" the leonix replied, a bit breathlessly. “I think I'd like you to treat me the way Vex has been treating you...I always loved a good rimming."

Not something Matt had ever contemplated doing before, but he couldn't really say no, could he? Not when he had all the tools at his disposal. He nodded, and Farrow eagerly climbed back onto the bed, getting himself into position. Not before Matt caught sight of what was between the leonix's legs...that long, thick cock, dotted with barbs all the way down, looked so exotic, even mildly wicked. Matt could scarcely imagine having one like that, much less taking one...it dawned on him that there was a reasonable chance he would be doing more than imagining the latter before too long. He cast that away, not wanting to get any nerves before getting down to business…

As he leaned into Farrow, Matt felt Vex resume his ministrations at his own asshole, that tongue eagerly working over his star once more. His face flushed deeper as he remembered what Farrow had said - treat him the way Vex had been treating Matt; clearly the other Leonix was planning to provide active guidance. He leaned in, taking in the heavily musky scent of the rear end being presented to him. If Farrow was any less thorough at cleaning than he was, he was going to have some trouble with this...but as he started to lick tentatively, he didn't seem to catch anything too unpleasant on his tongue. He just hoped that would continue.

It was easier to relax from the unfamiliar act as Vex went further, the leonix's tongue now pushing inside his rear and working over even more untried flesh, trying to find those sensitive spots that he knew were in there. Matt wasn't quite as quickly adventurous, but he was getting more used to the musky taste of Farrow on his tongue as he worked the subby cat's star, his grip on Farrow's hips getting tighter and more confident. It didn't hurt that he could hear Farrow's purrs in front of him, the sounds of pleasure proving to be quite obvious even to his inexperienced ears; Farrow was also squirming a bit and pushing back into his tongue, another encouraging sign. Matt wasn't sure he'd call himself a natural, but at least what he was doing seemed to be effective enough.

He finally got bold enough to push his tongue inside a bit, making Farrow let out a long moan as he did. It felt tight and hot around his tongue, maybe a little more than he was ready for, but Matt pushed through it, certain that he could handle it if Vex had no problem with it. The leonix at his rear was giving him no quarter, and Matt was finding his own moans coming out here and there as special spots inside his rear were given special attention from that raspy organ. He couldn't help but tense down himself, but Vex seemed unperturbed by it...he was probably a lot more used to doing this. How many times had his tongue graced the same spot that Matt's was currently attending to?

“Ah...C-captain…" Farrow managed to finally stammer out. “I can't wait any longer...I need you in me, please…" It was a sudden, forceful assertion that Matt had not been ready to receive, but in the heat of the moment now, he was almost on autopilot, couldn't imagine NOT providing that service. His face pulled away from Farrow's rear, Matt panting a bit to catch his breath. His own dick, previously flagged after his first intense orgasm, had been quite diligently revived by Vex's treatment, returning to a hard and leaky state; it got another bit of help as Vex's tongue pulled out of him and give him another quick couple of licks to wet him up for Farrow. After that, Vex retreated, letting Matt take care of Farrow as he was requested.

It felt a bit weird to Matt to be the one on top of this significantly larger creature, preparing to enter inside, but there was a definite excitement in him; the feelings that Vex and Farrow had inspired in him were rather foreign, but very welcome. He wanted to please his subordinate, to make him happy and give back a little bit of that pleasure that he'd been given. As he slowly pushed into the leonix's rear, Matt felt that warmth and tightness envelop his cock and heard Farrow give a euphoric yowl...clearly, being exposed to Vex's considerable staff hadn't ruined him for smaller. To Matt, it felt amazing, so completely different to his own hand and unquestionably superior. There was something else to feeling that furry body under him as he was getting that pleasure, too, a closeness to another that he really had never realized how much he liked before. Had he just been thinking of the wrong things when it came to lust and sex? Or did he need to really experience the closeness before he knew what he was missing? Either way, he was sure it was going to be impossible to go back to his previous inaction, now that he knew what he was truly missing.

His arms hugged around Farrow as best they could, and he scooted up a bit further to start humping in more vigorously. It was somewhat haphazard, he was still a novice at these acts, but Farrow seemed to be appreciating them enough. “Ah...yes...more, please…" he moaned out breathlessly, pushing against Matt and squeezing down around his cock like he was trying to trap him inside. Laying on the huge feline like he was, Matt was being lifted and dropped a little from just the deep breaths Farrow was taking, making him shiver a bit from that level of intimacy - he didn't think he'd ever been this close to someone in this fashion in his whole life. And that was making him ever hotter...the lust was building further as he sped up, pulling and and driving in with all he could muster, trying to give as good as he was getting.

“Yes...harder, Captain…" Farrow murred, arms wrapped tightly around a pillow under him, arching into Matt's thrusts and squeezing down on him even more. Every time he felt that tightness Matt got another surge of pleasure out of it, making his own moans get a little louder as he plugged away at that tight rear. It finally occurred to him that he should probably do a little bit more than this, too, and his hand felt around for Farrow's dick, starting to try to pleasure it as well. It was not the easiest task, he wasn't used to the barbs and the thing was too big for one hand to really do the trick, but he couldn't spare another and keep up the pace, so he tried his best to focus on rubbing the tip and trying to add to Farrow's pleasure as best he could.

Matt's inexperience left him with a lack of sense of how far along things were, though, and he was caught entirely off-guard by Farrow's sudden roar as the leonix reached orgasm. His seed gushed out in thick spurts all over Matt's hand, and his rear clamped down harder than ever on the human's cock...too tight for him to move comfortably now, not that he felt like he could thrust properly with Farrow squirming under him like this, he almost got bucked off and had to steady himself on the bedclothes with his cum-smeared hand, spreading the mess further. He was close, but not right there close, leaving him wanting as he rode out Farrow's bliss.

As Farrow came down, Matt was about to ask if he could keep going...but Vex seemed to have other ideas, as the other Leonix wrapped his arms around the human and pulled him back into his own large body, extracting his stiff member from Farrow. “Is our Captain enjoying himself?" he said teasingly, yet somewhat aggressively, giving Matt a rough lick across the cheek.

“Ngh...yes…"

“I can tell. But Farrow's been getting all the attention, and I think it's my turn." Matt yelped a bit as he felt that huge cock poking at his rear. He'd almost sort of forgotten that this might be coming...unfamiliar as he was with this, he'd heard enough of the banter between Vex and Farrow to know how the two did things. And while Farrow was more than content to let his Captain mount him, Vex was VERY much not like that. He was in for a ride now…

He wasn't ready for exactly how FAST Vex went with it, as he only had moments to prepare after the lion's words graced his ear before part of that barbed dick broke through his pucker. His cry was muffled by Vex's hand, keeping it from ringing out through the small room. It was a hell of a thing to take when the biggest thing he'd had in there before this was, well, the leonix's tongue...but it definitely wasn't as bad as it could have been. Vex's attentions before had loosened him up a fair bit, and he had apparently taken advantage of his down time to coat his tool in some kind of lubricant, easing the entry to a degree...Matt just hoped that was enough to keep things from getting hazardous, they all had a bit of treatment to help them survive the harshness of space but it was well short of invulnerability, and an injury in there when they were derelict would be bad news.

Vex held Matt still for a bit, though, helping the human relax and get himself adjusted. And Matt was surprised how quickly he managed to adjust to it, the ache receding and leaving behind just a strange sense of fullness and stretching. His breathing relaxed, and he loosened up in Vex's grip, just in time for the leonix to stand up with him. The change in position was slightly disorienting, and he wasn't sure why it was happening, until he saw Farrow standing up in front of him as well, his own cock still hard and his mane unkempt from the activities. “Captain...would you allow me your mouth once more?"

Vex helpfully removed his hand from Matt's mouth so he could respond. “Might as well go all the way, right?"

Farrow smiled. “Thank you. Don't worry, I won't go as hard as Vex will."

“Thanks for making him nervous," Vex remarked as he felt Matt tense down a little more.

“He should be ready for it. You could ease up on him."

“I won't go full-force on him. I'll save that for you, later on." Vex lowered Matt down towards Farrow's cock, and the human took a deep breath and wrapped his lips around it. He figured if his mouth could handle Farrow's tailhole then it could certainly deal with his cock...taste-wise it was definitely an improvement, but the barbs made him have to rethink his assessment. They were slightly sharp, and his mouth wasn't exactly a place that liked sharpness...still, he kept slurping over it, trying to get used to that as well. He could taste some cum still leaking from the tip as well, thick salty fluid that had a strange consistency to him but wasn't entirely unpleasant.

Now hanging between the two leonix, Matt was more or less at their mercy, and Vex at least was taking advantage. He started humping into Matt's rear, plunging his thick cock slowly deeper every thrust in, not going too fast but still plenty fast as far as Matt was concerned. He could feel his rear being spread more and more and that scratchy tool plunged deeper and deeper in, the barbs raking flesh that had never felt anything like them before. The lube helped dull that scratching at first, but the more he humped, the more that spread out and the more the barbs had nothing between them and him, except the occasional splash of precum that was certainly not as thick and didn't linger. He winced a bit every time Vex moved, it didn't necessarily feel bad but just weird like everything else so far. On the other hand, whenever Vex's cock struck the sensitive spots inside him, Matt felt a surge of pleasure rush through him, especially through his own leaking hard-on which was dripping onto the floor well beneath him.

At the front, Farrow was keeping to his word, not going hard on him and letting Matt go mostly at his own pace; however, he was still being pushed forward a bit by Vex, and it wasn't long before the tip of the leonix's cock was pushing at his throat, with Matt unable to pull back enough to stop the inevitable. His breaths were soaked with the scent of Farrow's musk, his tongue heavy with that same taste, and he was fighting to swallow the feline's precum as it poured into him. How he was still leaking so much after he'd just cum out a bunch onto the bed...at least Matt assumed he had, he hadn't really gotten a chance to see it, just feel it in his hand. It didn't seem like he was far off from going off again, already!

Neither was Vex, though with him it was more understandable. Matt winced and let out a muffled cry as Vex suddenly went all the way, hilting in him and spearing the last couple inches deeper that he needed to - it was sudden, but by now Matt was more or less handling it fine. He could hear Vex letting out growls as he picked up the pace, could swear he could feel that fat staff getting even thicker as it worked its way in and out. It was effectively hitting his prostate, though, bringing Matt ever closer to his delayed second release. He could swear he could feel the feline's fuzzy ballsack smacking against his own, like he was trying to show how outmatched Matt was on that front…

Suddenly he heard Vex roar, and a moment later Matt's insides were sprayed with semen for the first time. Vex was unloading a LOT into him, he could feel the hot wetness spurting deep inside him and spreading out...and the parts closer to the end weren't being deprived either, as Vex was continuing to thrust, more slowly but with plenty of force, dousing Matt as thoroughly as he could manage. The human was squirming on that throbbing cock, he was so close himself, just a little more...and Vex finally, mercifully granted him release by grabbing and tugging a few times at his own dick, the rough handling finally sending the human over the edge, a few weaker spurts splattering against the floor. Lost in ecstasy, Matt almost forgot about Farrow...he was reminded in a hurry when Farrow roared as well, and suddenly his mouth and throat were flooded with another hearty helping of leonix cum. He tried to swallow through his moans, but it was way more than he was prepared for, and far more ended up leaking out than going in, adding to the mess below them. The three of them were almost locked into position for a bit, riding out their climaxes to the very end.

Only after the highs had faded did the three of them start to shift position. Matt's holes were freed of their intruders, the stretch receding but plenty of wetness leaking from him and a feeling of fullness from the load he'd taken up his rear remaining. He would have done something about it, but Vex didn't seem interested in letting him go, wrapping his arms around Matt and laying with him on the bed. Farrow joined them after a bit, leaving Matt in a sandwich between the two. Too tired to object, Matt just conceded to the situation, letting the two embrace him between each other. He was questioning just how clean he'd gotten through all this...but maybe there were other needs that needed to be taken care of, too.