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File 28207

 

Galactic Mean Date:  132639.52

 

                Subject:  Jirasia Kisato

                Alias:        GunBunny

                Status:      Escaped

               

                Orders:  Capture

 

 

                “Heads up, Gunner!” came the cry from behind.  The girl bunny morph jumped forward and turned with a heavy looking rifle and fired off two rounds.  There were no powerful gunshots, just flashes.  She ducked back behind the pedestal she had been hiding behind, opposite of her team mate.  Swearing ensued from the direction she had fired.

                “Great, Rebecca!” GunBunny laughed, grinning and giving a thumbs up.  This was her favorite past time.  The combat training simulator on the Crimson Claw, a trade ship of the Scarlet-Vega Federation.  Of course, most trade ships did not come equipped with a combat simulation module, but most trade ships were also not equipped with twin gravity wave cannons and a rear mounted turbo maser.  And just as well, the Crimson Claw had a slightly unusual crew.  With a slight amount of research, one would find that it was not a trade vessel at all, but a ship used for black ops.  Undercover operations of the SVF to find threats to its existence.  And thus, induction is pointed to GunBunny. 

This of course, is not her real name.  That is classified, but all her friends know her as GunBunny, and her closest friends, as Gunner. 

GunBunny was a rather tall, well built female anthro rabbit, with glossy, well-groomed blue hair, and dark green eyes.  She wore duratech body armor which fit a little too closely, but she said it always made her feel faster.  And she liked to feel fast.  Her tan fur was also well groomed.  Her position on board the Crimson Claw?  Hyperspace Commander.  Her job was to initialize the dangerous acceleration to faster-than-light travel.  It was a job on the ship more demanding and more prestigious than even that of commander or captain.  Rebecca, who was her team mate in today’s match, was the captain of the Crimson Claw.  And her best friend.  Since they had been a crew together for over two years, she knew Rebecca better than any one else she had met in her entire life. 

Rebecca was an anthro wolfess.  Strong and slender, and fast, just like Gunbunny.  Rebecca wore her uniform, which looked not unlike a regular military uniform.  She was in charge of all ship operations, and would only fight like this if they were on a ground based mission, which was.. well.. never.  Rebecca jumped up and flipped over the pedestal Gunbunny was behind, and fired twice, and two sirens went off.  Gunbunny stood up and cheered happily.  They had won.  Again.  Their opponents, the rest of the crew, all 45 members, came out, a little miffed.  Not once, in all the games they played against those two, had they ever won.  It was something they spent hours planning and trying to do while the ship was docked for inspection, resupply, or repairs.  And they had lost yet again.  While the crew was often a little irritated about losing, they had a great deal of respect for the two highest ranking people on board.  And that was the object of the games they played. 

Gunbunny and Rebecca walked to the main door of the simulator hall, and into the main corridor of the ship.  It was dark and old looking, but underneath all that, was the impressive frame and working of a battle ship.  The control panels were disguised as a variety of things, from cargo hold control sensors to food processing terminals, and most of them did something entirely different from what they were labeled to do, and all were designed to work only with the right fingerprints applied.  Such was the power of this vessel. 

Rebecca walked down the hall with Gunbunny and they both entered a door at the end.  The showers.  They were placed conveniently at the end so anyone could reach it quickly.  The showers were large, designed for so many to use.  Almost a full quarter of the crew could shower at the same time.  The showers did not use water, but very powerful low frequency sounds waves to literally shake dirt, water, and sweat off an individual.  All that one would have to do is brush, and all the offending particles of dirt, sweat, or anything else, would run down the drain.  More thorough than a water shower, though Gunbunny and Rebecca both took water showers just for how much better they feel when they are at port.  Today, however, they did not have time for a water shower.  It was almost time to leave. 

The crew had begged to play one more match before they left to prove they could defeat Gunner and Rebecca, but they failed again, and only caused them to be a little bit late in their departure.  Gunner got into her stall and pushed the button.  She grabbed the wide toothed brush that was there for the purpose and took off her clothing.  She placed them in a box, and her tight fitting armor was pulled away on a small conveyor for a similar washing.  She began to move the comb over her body, her fur bristling as if electrocuted as the sound waves bombarded it.  She brushed out the little particles which, having a slight charge now, were pulled to the floor by an electromagnetic pad she stood on.  Rebecca, in the next stall, was bathing in similar fashion.  It did not take very long, and, soon, after a few minutes of uneventful and silent bathing, they retrieved their clean clothing and armor, and got dressed.  Gunbunny stretched and patted Rebecca fondly on the back.

                “Great match, sister!” she laughed.  She had been calling her than for almost a year now.  Rebecca had at first objected, but, after time and time again having the ship depend on Gunbunny, and her pulling through for them, it was now tolerated.  She headed up to the bridge to work out the details of their next assignment before their departure.

 

                “So all we need to do is rendezvous with the Cutter at nebula 44074, right?” Rebecca asked.  The large image on the main screen of a skunk shimmered lightly.  Then nodded.

                “Yes, that is all.” he said.

                “Then why send us?  It seems like a simple recon mission or something.  Not the normal dangerous stuff you usually send us on.” Gunbunny grumbled.  The figure looked in her direction.

                “Because it is still too dangerous for untrained lackeys.  There is a sizable Caffero fleet that patrols that area.  You are in danger even being there.” he said coldly.

                “The Caffero are out that far?” Rebecca said in wonder.  “Why?  That is a very remote region.  The only thing of importance is the view.  Aside from being a pretty little nebula, there is nothing there, not even close to there.

                “That is part of the reason for this mission.  It is what we would like to find out.  We want to know as bad as you do why they are out there.” the image said.  Rebecca nodded.

                “Understood sir.. We will not fail.” she bowed politely.  Gunbuny followed suit.  The image vanished.  Rebecca looked to Gunbunny.

                “Well.. we are almost ready to leave.  You had better.. um.. get to engineering..”  Gunbunny nodded.  It was time to go.  She felt the slight hum of the sub-engine.  They were moving away from dock.  After getting 400 miles out, they would jump to hyperspace.  And the only one who could cause this jump, was her.  She sighed and went to the lift to the engineering platform.  This was always so exhausting.  Her assistants, Chia and Miguel, were so helpful.  She was grateful for them.  She looked around as the lift went up.  She grumbled.  She should not have used up so much energy fighting in that match.  She would have the strength to bring the ship to hyperspace, but not much else.  She looked up sharply as the doors opened.  She peered at the semi-dark, sterile room.  It had a chair in it that looked a lot like part of a motorcycle.. no wheels, and many cables going into the floor.  A few cables were dangling from the ceiling as well.  Chia and Miguel bowed courteously at Gunbunny as she entered.

                “Good evening, Gunbunny.  We are all prepared.” Chia said.  She was a very petite, almost childlike red vixen.  She wore a black jumpsuit.  Her main job was to prepare the jump module and have it functioning at all times just in case an emergency jump was needed.  She was in charge of the maintenance of the machine.  Which was a very hard job to do indeed.  The Hyperspace Module was not an invention of the Scarlet-Vega Federation.  It was made by a now extinct race of scientists with a very bad sense of humor.  Most of their inventions were intentionally highly impractical, and could not be adjusted to a more practical form.  They enjoyed making the most powerful weapons and engines and technologies that were virtually impossible to use.  This was why their kind were wiped out many centuries ago.  A few weapons, and this kind of engine, were all that remained of their peculiar technology.

                “Good evening, Chia.  Great.  We will be at the hyperspace point in about half an hour.  We need to get started.”  Gunbunny said.

                “Yes, ma’am.” Miguel said.  He held his hands out.  Miguel was a solid black fox with a red jumpsuit.  He was quite visually the opposite of Chia.  Gunbnny unfastened her armor and handed the top to Miguel.  He smiled happily.  She then slipped out of the bottom, and removed her shoulder pads.  Still, Miguel stood happily, while she piled stuff into his arms.  He set them aside and gazed at Gunbunny.  “You are still quite lovely.  As many years as I work with you, I will never get used to it.”  Gunbunny chuckled softly.

                “Thank you, Miguel.  I am glad to have you here with me.”  She held her arms up and stretched a little.  Her nipples looked powdered and soft.  They were very clean.  The sonic showers cleaned flesh and fur better than water, and after months of it, you could tell.  She was actually strikingly beautiful.  Her form was perfect.  Her chest filled out with gorgeous globes of feminine flesh, her butt round and firm, her sides slender, and sleek.  She was a model in armor; that was a fact.  She caressed the machine in front of her.

                “Hurry m’lady.. “ Chia said, bowing again.

                “I know.. Just takes so much energy..” Gunbunny said.  She climbed into the seat of the contraption.  This was it.  The generator of hyperspace travel.  The last cruel invention of a lost race.  And this was how it worked.  Female psycho-explosive energy.  The emotions of a woman were what was necessary to activate the drive.. to power it.  One of the greatest powers in the universe was that which went through the nervous system of a female during orgasm.  And this machine took that kind of power to run, and, rather than having ANY other means of getting that kind of energy, it literally took the explosive nervous energy release of a female having an orgasm.  And not just any female.  She had to be strong, and she had to be very sexual adept.  The fleet had quite a few ships that were eqipped as such, however, the energy of the female running it determined the range of the engine.  The more sexual energy the female released, the farther the engine would take the ship, and as it was so exhausting to the female, it was unfathomable for her to do it more than once.  A standard ship's crew had two such females aboard.  About 30 percent of the fleet had this engine, and most were carrier class, to get fighters to a battle scene if need be.  These females could not have sexual relationships simply because it would bring down their stamina when needed to run the ship.

Gunbunny sat up a little.  The set had no back.  She would lean forward in it slightly.  Miguel and Chia helped her into an unusual piece of headgear.  It was a circlet with what looked like two wings coming from behind her left ear.  They were antennae used for energy transfer.  She smiled at the two and looked ahead at a screen.  “Do you have anything good to watch this time?  The last visual aid you showed me was a little dry..” she said.

                “Yes, m’lady.  I think you will very much LIKE this one.  I can guarantee it..”  She grinned almost evilly.  Gunbunny cocked her head slightly and looked at Miguel.  She narrowed her eyes.  He knew what that meant.  He was not allowed to be there during activation, for obvious reasons.  He ducked back into the lift and the doors closed.

 

                “I am ready to begin, Chia..” Gunbunny said softly.  She looked forward at the screen.  Chia usually purchased the “visual aids” at port.  They were some of the most twisted pieces of porn you could buy.  It was required for her to genuinely enjoy a "machine" in the way that she would a real person.  She would very much rather have been with flesh and blood rather than this contraption, but the visual aid made it easier for her to enjoy.  As the screen flickered on, it showed an empty room.  It was slightly darkened, and then, a spotlight on the bed.  She looked at Chia.  “This had better begin soon.” she said.  Chia smiled, and walked over to the intercom, and dialed a code.

                “Okay, Miguel.. you may begin...” she said.  Gunbunny looked up at Chia.

                “What?”  She looked back at the screen.  Miguel walked into the room, and sat on the bed.  Without his jumpsuit.  From the other side of the room, Rebecca emerged.  Her uniform perhaps still on the bridge, but certainly not there.  Gunbunny gasped.  There was not even a punishment designed yet from something like this.  It was a grievous breach of command.  Gunbunny’s jaw dropped.

                “Enjoy, m’lady..” Chia said.  She hit a couple buttons, and the machine began to vibrate slightly.  “I know how much you have wanted to see Miguel in action.  Now you get your wish.  Have fun.”  Gunbunny gritted her teeth, but could not take her eyes off the screen.

                “This is not a funny joke, Chia-aa-aaahhh..”  the seat, directly between Gunbunny’s legs rose slightly, and, vibrating, planted a slender portion of itself between the lips of her still relatively dry sex.  She swallowed and recovered from the shock of the machine coming on.  “What are you trying to do, make me mad, Chia?”

                “No, M’lady...  This is not a joke..” and with that, the lights around her dimmed.  She stayed by her monitoring equipment and watched her half dozen screens showing Gunbunny’s vital signs, which had to be carefully monitored.  She had to be stimulated in just a specific way for the hyperspace jump to be able to take place at orgasm.  It had to be a pretty powerful climax, and Chia was the one who was in charge of how powerful it would be.  She rolled her thumb over a dial, and then moved over to Gunbunny, who was still staring at the screen.

                “I don’t know what you mean about M..Miguel.. I like males, you know that...” Gunbunny complained. Chia attached two small cables with a light suction cup on them to her subject’s nipples.  The rabbit arched her back slightly.

                “Calm down.. there is a lot I know.  Don’t fight it.. just enjoy..” Chia said.  She moved back over to her terminal.  “Okay, Miguel.. start on her nipples.  Do a good job, okay?  I will give you further orders when you are done there.  Do not stop until I tell you, understood?” she said.  Miguel, on screen, nodded.  The middle section of the seat of the device began to slide very slowly back and forth between Gunbunny’s legs.  Her hips rode back and forth with it, as the rubbing was a little painful if she was not wet, and this shock was not making her wet very fast, but slowly, she was starting to get aroused.  Here were her long time friends, getting ready to put on a live sex show for her.  She swallowed hard and nodded.

                “O..okay, Chia.. I am gonna trust you on this one, but you are gonna be reprimanded when this is over.  I promise.” she said breathily as Miguel approached Rebecca.  The camera zoomed in on her luscious breasts.  They were slightly larger than Gunbunny’s, and milky white velvety fur, so gorgeous...

                “I rather doubt it.” Chia said, working a small joystick, which, obviously, operated the camera.  Gunbunny rode the slowly rocking seat back and forth, and she swallowed, her throat a little dry as Miguel caressed one of those breasts.  With a very light tingling from the small cup now placed over her own chest, part of the machine, Gunbunny felt the sensation of a hand caressing hers as well.  She gasped.  She knew the machine would do that, but it had never really been synchronized to what was happening on screen.  It was like Miguel had touched her.  She gritted her teeth.  Chia was right.  This was not going to go like normal...

She watched the fox and wolfess on the screen together.  Miguel seemed very happy.  Had he and the captain had something going on?  Gunbunny felt a little alarmed that she had not been told, but Chia was right.  Deep in the back of her mind, she had always lusted for Miguel.  Not Rebecca, but Miguel.  Though, to see him with anyone else but her best friend would have made her mad, not horny.  And she was starting to get very horny now. 

She watched Miguel’s hands caress those lovely orbs, and felt the tingle of fingers over her breasts.  Then she watched, elated, as his fingers, slender, vulpine, and powerful, caressed over her nipples, which were slowly becoming hard. Gunbunny’s too, were perking in the cup attached to her breast.  “Miguel.. use your mouth, hun..” Chia said softly.  Miguel leaned forward and gave a look to the camera that nearly melted Gunbunny.  He took one of those pert nipples into his mouth, and there was a light suction on the same nipple on the bunny.  The wolfess arched her back slightly, which was the same reaction it got out of Gunbunny.  The seat rocked back and forth very slowly still, but now, it was becoming wet.

                “Ch..Chia. pan the camera down.. I want to see Miguel.. Miguel’s.. “ she gasped lightly..  Chia turned the joystick down slightly.  The camera panned in, and Gunbunny watched in anticipation as it traveled down Miguel’s body.  He was on his hands and knees over Rebecca.  As it reached his waist, Gunbunny got a side view of exactly what she wanted to see.  Miguel was rock hard already, obviously very happy to do this for the bunny, and for the wolfess.  9 inches of vulpine flesh bobbed up and down a little as he licked Rebecca’s breasts.  The bunny was getting her feel too, as she endured the artificial tongue strokes of the machine, but, with the view she was getting, they were more than enough.  “mmm.. I want to see him stroke it, Chia..” Gunbunny moaned lightly..

                “Miguel.. Move one hand down between your legs, left your left leg slightly, and begin stroking up and down your shaft slowly, please.” Chia said softly on the intercom.  This really hit a spark in Gunbunny.  Miguel had to do whatever she asked.  It was electrifying.  She watched as he lifted his leg and propped it up a little with his foot to offer a better view, before his fingers curled around the base of his cock, and stroked with gentle pressure, all the way up to the top.  Rebecca moaned again, and Gunbunny did too, still feeling the sensations of that invisible tongue on her nipples, and the occasional suction of a nipple being pulled into a warm wet muzzle.  Gunbunny watched as Miguel’s hand, powerful yet small, so foxlike.. moved up and down his shaft.  A glistening drop of pre fell to the bed.  Gunbunny found herself drooling slightly.

                “Miguel... Can you hear me?” Gunbunny hissed softly.

                “Yes, m’lady..” came the answer from the screen.

                “I want you to stroke faster.. and I want you to start using your other hand on Rebecca’s pussy.. Mmm.. please...” She said softly, the suckling and caressing of her breasts leaving a powerful tingling in her loins.  She watched as the camera panned out to give her a view of this.  Indeed, Miguel started stroking a little faster, and, a little unsteady as he had one hand busy already, he moved his other down to Rebecca’s sex.  She opened her legs wide, lying partly on her side to give the camera a better view.  A small probe-like extension came up out of the seat, as if it were covered in balloon rubber.  It was two, side by side, just like the finger being applied to Rebecca’s already glistening mound.  Those appendages touched Gunbunny right on her sweet spot.  She gasped and leaned forward a little.  She gritted her teeth and moaned as those mechanical, but very realistic fingers, began to rub back and forth, and in little circles, all at Chia’s control.

She looked up at the screen, as the wolfess writhed under the foxes ministrations.  “I need it.. Rebecca.. Replace his hand on his cock with one of yours, so he can hold himself up.. let me.. mmm.. let me see you doing it...  stroking it...  hard...”  Miguel took his hand away and propped himself up a little more steadily, and continued to rub Rebecca’s clit in a tight little circle, not offering penetration yet, doing exactly what he was asked. 

Rebecca leaned forward a little and grasped Miguel’s cock in her slender hand and began to stroke him slowly at first, until she got used to it’s size and texture, and then faster, the fox’s pre lubing him sufficiently.  He glistened wetly as her hand slid up and down his cock. 

At the same time, the probes had sped up slightly.  Gunbunny was really rocking her hips on them now.  She moaned again, a little louder, making sure she was heard.  “M..Miguel.. put two fingers in.. stuff them in.. hard.. give it to her as fast as she is stroking you.. mmm.. God..” She leaned back as she watched his fingers slip into the wolfess, and Rebecca arched her back again, and yelped slightly with glee.  Gunbunny moaned loudly as she felt the probe change position and, with her now sitting firmly on the seat, enter her soaking, steaming heat.  She groaned as the probe shifted forward slightly to hook against her inner wall, and against her g-spot.  They were not wasting any time.  They wanted her to cum quickly.  She held onto the handles of the machine and rocked her hips.  If that was what they wanted, she was not going to hold back.

                “Miguel.. Remove your hand.   Use your tongue now.  Rebecca.. start oral sex too..” Chia said softly.  Gunbunny moaned.  Yes.  Yes.. This is what she wanted to see.  She watched the camera pan down, and whimpered as the probe was extracted from her, dripping wet.  She watched Rebecca’s muzzle engulf all nine inches of that vupine cock.  She saw the outline of it in her throat.  She held her muzzle agape slightly, and held still, Miguel’s cock, full length, buried in her throat and muzzle.  She then sealed her lips around it, and pulled her head slowly back, wincing to control her gag reflex, and then, his pink cock coming back into view, her head slid back, as she sucked hard on him.  He moaned deeply.  He was certainly enjoying that. 

The camera panned up as his cock was slowly engulfed again, obviously for the same treatment.  Once at head level, it got there just in time for Gunbunny to watch the tongue of the fox delve into the sacred mound of the captain.  Her lips were parted for him.  She was so wet, her juices simply ran out of her.  As he did so, a more delicate, and flexible probe slipped into Gunbunny’s slit.  She cried out softly and rocked her hips for it.  It flitted over her clit elegantly, just as Miguel was doing now.  The camera panned out a little, so she could watch both of them.  Rebecca’s head was now moving back and forth steadily, sucking hard on Miguel’s rock hard shaft, sometimes pulling free to lick it with the tip of her tongue.  Miguel was now using a combination of fingers and tongue to pleasure the wolfess, and it was certainly working.  The probe entered Gunbunny’s sex again, and rocked a little harder in and out.  Gunbunny’s heart was racing.  She could already feel that hard to achieve tingle building up.

                “Mmmm.. Chia.. make them fuck.. make them do it.. I want to see Miguel.. nnnf.. I want to see him squirt..” She gasped again.  Gunbunny trembled, her body heated up.  A light blue spark arched from the antennae on her head piece to the slightly glowing ceiling on the machine.

                “Yes, ma’am..” Chia said softly.  “You heard her you two.. Rebecca.. on your back.. Miguel.. make it so we can see very well.  When you cum, we wanna see it.. understand?”  Miguel nodded, panting slightly.  His cock was freed from the tight wet prison of Rebecca’s mouth.  The wolfess rolled on her back, and spread her legs wide.  Miguel took a position between her legs, and placed the tip of his cock at her steamy entrance.  The seat of the device shifted down, and Gunbunny slammed herself down, knowing what was there.  The slightly flexible rubber probe slipped into her with ease because of how terribly wet she was.  She ground her clit into the soft rubber stubs at the base of the probe.  Miguel pressed himself deep into the willing wolfess.  She wailed out lightly, and leaned back, her legs tilting a little and pulling her body to the side.  The camera panned forward and gave Gunbunny a very pornographic view of what was going on. 

Another electrical discharge from her headgear.  She began to ride her now vibrating probe hard, imagining that thick, hard cock deep inside her.  Miguel wasted no time now.  He began slamming his flesh in and out of the captain.  His grunts and moans were hardly audible over all the noise she was making.  She gritted her teeth and whimpered and moaned.  The camera panned in close enough for Gunbunny to see the fluids from the wolfess coating the vulpine’s cock thickly, and pouring out of her, down her leg, to the bed.  Faster.  Harder.  He pounded himself into the wolfess.  Finally, with so much speed and energy, his cock would be almost completely out of her before being slammed back in.  She grunted each time.  He was getting close.  So was the wolf, and, with energy arcing around her like crazy, so was the rabbit.

She slammed herself up and down on the probe, even though it moved back and forth on its own, rapidly, vibrating, twisting, little nubs on the base of it massaging her clit, and a little protrusion on the forward throat of it rubbing her g-spot.  Suddenly, Rebecca cried out, and shuddered.  White frothy fluid poured from her, foamed by the fox’s continued pounding of her sex.  He cried out, leaning back and pulling his swollen cock free of the wolf.  Gunbunny froze.  It was happening.  It was going to be hard to.  And deep.. So deep..  With a shift of light in front of her, the screen going from the contrast of Miguel’s black fur, to bright white vulpine seed, shooting from the tip of his scarlet cock, splattering all over the lupine’s soft clean fur, all hell broke loose in the hyperdrive chamber.  Arcs of electricity, and even temporal distortions were present as Gunbunny’s orgasm slammed into her, lighting up every power gauge on the ship.  There was a feeling of displacement for everyone on board, and then, darkness for a few seconds.  They had gone into hyperspace, and stopped.  736.8 light-years away. 

 

                Gunbunny looked at the screen in front of her.  She had passed out for a few minutes.  She always did after a jump, but she was still here, which meant she was successful.  The action was actually dangerous to her and everyone on board.  She was glad it worked.  On screen, the wolfess and fox were getting dressed again.

                “Thank you, you two..  thank you a lot..” Gunbunny said softly.

                “Think nothing of it.” Rebecca chirped.  Suddenly, a painful sounding alarm pealed away the mood and silence.  A page rang out, audible to Miguel, the captain, and Chia and Gunbunny.

                “Captain!  We are in an ambush!” the voice crackled.

                “What?!” the captain fairly screamed.

                “It is the Caffero!  They demand our generator.. and.. GunBunny..  By name.. or they will open fire on the ship!” the voice said.

 

 

 

                                                                                                                ...... to be continued.