PRECIOUS CARGO


@Copyright Maureen Lycaon, April 2004. All rights reserved 
under the Berne Convention, but permission granted to keep 
copies for personal use.

This story contains themes of voluntary sexual slavery, 
BDSM, furries and science fiction. The furries involved 
have signed themselves into slavery of their own free will.

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More of my stories, including other chapters of Precious 
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Part 37


Fodessa sighed comfortably, relishing the warm sun that 
poured into Blackmuzzle's luxurious garden. The clouds of 
the last two days were gone. Some of the summer flowers 
were even still blooming, like the *gelif methar* with its 
enormous white petals, more gorgeous than any orchid. 
Probably this would be the last warm spell before the chill 
of Vorun's winter took hold.

Windrunner stood beside her, waiting patiently, naked 
except for the simple silk loincloth and his collar. He 
didn't share her connoisseur's appreciation for the 
flowers, but he stayed quiet like a good submissive, 
betraying no sign of impatience.

Fodessa turned from her admiration of the blooming *gelif 
mether* and began to walk slowly along the little paved 
path again, her nostrils twitching at the smells of a 
hundred blooms. Windrunner followed silently after her.

Tonight, the clouded leopard figured, she'd find herself 
and Windrunner a hideout deep in the city. For today, she'd 
just enjoy the luxury of Blackmuzzle's estate, and try to 
forget about the situation.

A sudden, half-concealed movement caught her eye, off to 
the right.

*Slaaneth! Not again!* Her paw darted toward her hip. Her 
PW was back in her room; she'd done without it just this 
once. She cursed her stupidity.

Her movement triggered an instant response from Windrunner; 
he practically jumped to his feet to stand by her side, 
neck fur bristling. From the way he swayed in place, she 
could tell he was deciding whether or not to jump *in front 
of her*, no doubt with some noble canid notion of 
sacrificing himself to save her life.

The half-hidden figure had moved as well, and now crouched 
facing them. It was downwind, but Fodessa could see past 
Windrunner's shoulder that it was very broad -- no, it 
wasn't big, it just had a lot of long, shaggy brown fur. It 
was really no taller than herself.

A voice called to her, a thin, almost bleating voice she 
recognized instantly. "Fodessa! Is this any way to treat an 
old friend?"

Fodessa relaxed, putting a paw on Windrunner's shoulder. 
"Kun! I didn't recognize you."

The dark serow stepped out from behind the giant rose bush 
she'd been admiring a few moments before. Her big ears 
dipped, then lifted again. Her white-tufted face held an 
expression of relief.

"Thank Slaaneth you're all right!"

They almost ran toward each other, with Windrunner bringing 
up the rear as quietly as he could, and met with a near-
embrace, each gripping the other's arms. As Fodessa looked 
at her fellow smuggler captain, she saw the delight and 
relief in Kun's face, inhaled it in the serow's goaty 
woodland smell.

"I heard about what happened to you from Blackmuzzle," Kun 
said. "It must have been even worse than she said, if 
you're that twitchy!"

Fodessa lowered her ears a bit. She wasn't surprised: 
Blackmuzzle would be forestalling the rumor mill by making 
sure everyone knew the real story. But now Kun, nosy little 
gossip that she was, would want to know all the details 
Blackmuzzle couldn't or wouldn't provide. Already she was 
eyeing Windrunner curiously.

"Yes," the feline admitted. "It was bad. Sydney got killed, 
as you probably know. But they say Caitlin's getting better 
every day. I'll tell you about it later, when I've had a 
chance to relax a bit."

Kun didn't press her. "I'm sorry about Sydney," she said 
softly.

"So am I," Fodessa admitted. Uncomfortable, she changed the 
subject. "So how's your business been?"

"You haven't heard?" Kun waited a moment, then, "I guess 
not, with all that's been happening to you. I had a little 
trouble of my own with GBM on Kangmar Space Station, before 
Blackmuzzle called everybody in. None of my own people got 
hurt, though."

"Just about everyone who's survived has had trouble, I'll 
bet," Fodessa said.

"All too true," Kun agreed. She glanced at Windrunner 
again. No doubt the rumor mill had also been working 
overtime about Fodessa's impulsive purchase. "And is this 
charming companion of yours Windrunner?" she asked, her 
dark eyes twinkling inquisitively.

"Yes," Fodessa agreed. "And he's also part of my crew now."

She didn't have to do more than glance at Windrunner; he 
dropped to his knees, paws crossed behind his back, eyes 
lowered. Kun stepped closer to study him, and her eyes 
widened in appreciation of the wolf's beauty.

"*Only* slave and crew?" The highlights in Kun's eyes 
fairly danced. "From what I've heard, he's much more than 
that. Do you love him?"

The clouded leopard braced herself: word would get around 
eventually anyway, and Kun might as well hear it first from 
her. "That's a long story, Kun, and better told sitting 
down. Why don't we go to that bench up the path?"

As they sat on the beautifully fashioned wood-and-metal 
bench, Windrunner kneeling on the grass close by, Kun 
listened attentively as Fodessa told the story of her 
unexpected purchase. She downplayed the sentiment just a 
little, emphasizing her dire need for new crew members; she 
*did* have to maintain her reputation as a hard-nosed 
businessfur, after all.

The serow didn't interject, didn't say anything until she 
finished. Windrunner, of course, had also remained silent, 
but his scent told Fodessa that he was reliving some of the 
story in his mind.

"-- so now he's my temporary First Mate, until Caitlin 
comes back. He's doing quite well, too. Fast learner." 
Fodessa reached down to skritch his shaggy ruff, enjoying 
the feel of his dense fur between her fingers.

Kun grinned. "Never thought I'd see *you* break contract 
and buy a slave!" Fodessa concealed her wince when Kun 
added, "But you're really fond of him, too, aren't you?"

Fodessa sighed, took a deep breath. "Well, yes . . . he's 
very good company, as well."

Kun's grin grew broader. She could smell the affection in 
Windrunner's scent; as a Darksex Underground smuggler, 
she'd handled enough lupine submissives that she could read 
their emotions.

"That's what I thought," the serow said. "But then," she 
added, "I'm not too surprised that you'd fall for the 
competent type."

Fodessa mentally gritted her teeth. "Yes, he's working out 
well," she said.

"How good is he with his mouth?" Kun asked, the twinkle 
back in her eyes.

Fodessa smiled, feeling back on safer ground. "He's superb, 
of course!" she said.

Kun grinned again, and a note of teasing crept into her 
voice. "I don't believe it."

Fodessa felt a moment of relief. Kun had started playing 
one of their usual games, one she knew well. "You'd better 
believe it. He's *great*, one of the best you'll ever see."

"I'm sure any half-trained snow leopard would put him to 
shame," Kun teased.

"On the contrary, he puts to shame that big, handsome chiru 
antelope you hauled three years ago!" Fodessa grinned and 
lashed her tail for emphasis. A whiff of Windrunner's smell 
reached her nostrils, spiced with a note of sexfear that 
hadn't been there a moment ago.

"One hundred credits says he isn't!" Kun's large ears stood 
up and quivered playfully. "Prove it to me."

"All right," Fodessa said, holding Kun's gaze as she began 
to rise from the bench, "I'll prove it. Windrunner" -- he 
turned his head to look at her -- "get up." He arose with 
grace, only the excitement in his eyes and the bulge in his 
loincloth giving away his emotions. Oh, yes, and the way 
his tail quivered as he tried to keep it from going between 
his legs. "We're going back to my room."



In the privacy of Fodessa's room, the two smuggler captains 
stripped for action, exchanging occasional taunts. 
Windrunner barely had to strip at all; he needed only to 
unfasten his loincloth.

As she wiggled out of her trousers, Fodessa felt the 
immense weight of weeks of fear, worry and responsibility 
slide from her shoulders. Only for a little while, she 
knew; this was just a brief respite. But it was immensely 
welcome.

She barely flicked a glance at Kun's small breasts, which 
were almost concealed in that long brown hair even after 
stripping. What really commanded her attention was 
Windrunner's look of sexfear, excitement and arousal, the 
heady *scent* of him, his stiffening cock as he knelt naked 
on the floor, awaiting her command.

His gray fur was gloriously thick and sleek, almost glossy 
in the light. He'd mastered himself and his sexfear, so 
that now his ears stood up straight and proud. His green 
eyes were fixed on his Mistress, glittering with mingled 
emotions and passion. His chest heaved with each breath. 
His wolf-cock stood already half-erect out of the long fur 
of his groin, seeming to lift and grow fuller as the 
moments passed. 

Kun made a show of crouching to take a closer look at that 
erection, then extended one arm to run a finger down it. 
Fodessa could see Windrunner's ribs heave as he took a 
sharp, deep breath, his nostrils flaring. "Well, that's 
impressive enough, anyway," the serow observed. "How well 
can he hold his come?"

Fodessa really grinned at that. "*Very* well," she 
answered, as she settled into a nearby chair. "He *loves* 
teasing." A whiff of sexfear entered Windrunner's odor 
again as his cock twitched, ears quivering with the urge to 
flatten.

Kun gripped the wolf's stiffening cock and gave it a single 
caress. She looked up at Fodessa and returned the grin, 
releasing his cock to stand up.

"Good," she said. "Now let's see how well he uses his 
tongue." She walked over to the bed, plumping herself down 
on the edge and spreading her shaggy thighs invitingly.

"Windrunner, go to Kun," Fodessa ordered him. "Then do what 
she says. No, get on all fours and crawl, on paws and 
knees." She saw the glitter of lust in Kun's dark eyes as 
Windrunner crawled toward her. "You're going to owe me 
fifty credits when this is all over, Kun."

"Talk, talk," Kun mocked. The glitter remained in her eyes 
as she spread her knees still wider, inviting the wolf in. 
"Kneel up, boy," she ordered, her voice rich with pleasure. 
"Put those paws behind your back. Good boy! Now, get to 
work."

Fodessa knew what Kun intended. Perched on the edge of the 
bed as the serow was, there was no way that Windrunner 
could get to her clitoris or vulva; all that he could 
reach, and work with, was her pubis.

Windrunner rose nobly to the challenge. After only a moment 
of hesitation, he craned his neck forward, his head going 
between Kun's thighs, and buried his damp nose in her 
brown-furred crotch. He inhaled audibly, a deep, raucous 
sniff. No doubt he was savoring her odor, so different from 
Fodessa's. He followed up with several smaller sniffs. 
Fodessa saw Kun's eyes widen with mingled surprise and 
delight at the sensation -- then open wider as Windrunner 
shook his head gently, moving his muzzle from side to side, 
his nose rubbing against her pubis.

Still, Kun wouldn't move, either to encourage him or to 
give him more access. Windrunner carefully withdrew, 
staring intently at her pubis for a few moments. Then he 
moved forward again, and gave it a noisy, lascivious slurp. 
Then another, and now he tried to drive his tongue 
underneath her pubis to get at the clitoris below. Kun 
actually gasped, eyes going wide again, thick black fingers 
clenching into the fur of her thighs.

Windrunner kept drilling with his tongue, making loud 
slurping, sucking noises; Fodessa could see the bobbing 
movements of his head. Kun gasped again, and hunched a 
little . . . and then she reached down and pushed him away 
with one paw on his head.

She turned to Fodessa, grinning as she admitted, "Not bad!"

Fodessa actually laughed out loud. "Go on, try him on the 
rest."

Kun's grin became more lascivious. She scooted her rump 
back on the bed, then lay down to spread her thighs. She 
looked like a great mound of brown and pale fur as she 
settled back with a lazy smile. Snapping her fingers, she 
called to Windrunner, "Here, boy!"

Windrunner rose from his knees, climbed onto the luxurious 
bed, and crawled to the space between her legs. He didn't 
try to open her with his fingers; he knew better than to do 
that. Instead, he buried his muzzle in her crotch, and 
began a first-class cunt-licking -- slurping, sucking, 
rooting and nuzzling. The noises seemed to fill the room.

The earlier teasing had gotten Kun started on the way to 
her climax. As Windrunner grunted and sucked and licked, 
she lifted one paw to absently caress her small breasts 
through her long fur. Soon, she had to give that up in 
favor of clutching at the sheets with delight.

Fodessa found her own paw straying to her groin without her 
even willing it. She could feel her nipples tightening as 
she watched the wolf work, the way his buttocks clenched 
and his tail waved in excitement. The room was filled with 
the mingled scents of their arousal -- hers, Windrunner's, 
Kun's.

Windrunner's muzzle fur was slick and darkened with 
moisture now. Kun squirmed and moaned and uttered little 
herbivore snorts --

-- until at last she uttered a loud grunt and shivered in 
orgasm. Then she went bonelessly limp, twitching a little 
as she came down.

The wolf remained perfectly still, with his nose still 
buried in her crotch, crouched over her. Looking carefully, 
Fodessa could see that his erection had never slackened.

Kun opened her eyes, and turned her head slowly to Fodessa. 
"You were right," she said lazily. "He *is* good . . . and 
that was worth every credit."

"I told you so," Fodessa answered, grinning back.




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