Escaping the Kenser
by Chams

      A silly tale in a sci fi setting done as a break to the series I usually write on Yiffstar, which nobody reads. Two tigers and a fox have a bit of fun. My first go at doing a three fur male sex scene, and it was pretty fun (well, it was). Yeah, the talk between Lyle and Terrin probably needs to be longer, but I couldn't be bothered. Next short one will actually have a female in it, for something different. 18+ only please, the sex is consensual and pretty nice and happy like, but I don't want people under 18 reading it, thanks. Comments, ideas can go to chunx42@hotmail.com.


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      The I.C.F. 'Kenser'. A stupid name for this pile of scrap where I'd been stuck for the past two years, forever fixing a myriad of problems with the engine, the hull, navigation, the toilet and everything else. Despite my skill at jumpship mechanics, I didn't think my parents would be proud of me. Terrin Vinas, the smuggler, was what I had become. 'Independent' freighters had a bad reputation, probably for a good reason. This far away from the central systems, all manner of pirates made their fortunes. God knew what we were carrying in the cargo hold. I hadn't even been bothered to check. Two more months, I told myself, then I could get honest work in Alpha Centauri.
      " Engine's about to die here, cut the jumpers down half." I yelled to the cockpit, frowning at the small console in front of me. Red and orange symbols flashed everywhere. The sound of the engine was sick, whirring, whining and struggling to maintain itself. " You sure it'll fuckin' work?" An aggravated female voice shouted back. Velia, thinking she knew how the damned systems operated. " Just do what I say, or do you want to get there in three weeks instead of six hours?"
      Growling and cursing filled the front of the Kenser, from both the vixens this time. Sessa was likely working up her own temper, as she often did, slowly building up yet another tantrum. And me, the fox, would have to put up with their bitching for however many hours it would go on. They thought this thing should dance around like a starfighter, despite the fact that it was nearly thirty years old and made almost entirely of spare parts. I looked back at the control console. The power started to recede, the small yellow graph diving back down into a safer region. The familiar, dizzying rush of the ship slowing hit my head, throwing my thoughts off balance for a few seconds. I listened to the engine. It was better, slightly, sounding like it was merely very ill instead of about to throw up its guts all over space before dying. Thank God the vixens did what I wanted. Most of the symbols returned to green. Only two or three warned me of an impending disaster in glaring shades of scarlet, and those were only minor disasters about to happen in any case. I could relax. I looked back over the cabin, admiring the tiny, featureless steel kitchen and sleeping quarters, consisting of three beds and little else, conveniently placed right next to the console I was using. The ship wasn't designed for luxury. Worse was the smell, the jagged scent of my vixen traders that constantly assaulted my sensitive nose.
      Reluctantly, I took a look at the console again. According to the temperatures, we'd make it. " Just leave it like that, should be-" I swore loudly as my body starting floating up from the floor. My head crashed into the metal ceiling, sending a burst of pain through my skull. "Shit Velia! Why the fuck did you turn the gravity off?" " We didn't!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. There it was on the console, more red flashes, this time starkly pointed out against everything else. Another thing broken. Trying not to run myself into the walls, I brought my floating, weightless body up toward the cockpit. I swung myself through the doorway, muzzle peeled in a snarl. " Great work Terrin." Velia said sarcastically, the moment she laid eyes on me. " If you ever spent some money on the ship!" I protested. Sessin cut in sharply with her high pitched voice. " Shut up! The both of you, shut up!"
      I looked at Sessin disconsolately. She stared at me through sharp blue eyes, her delicately formed white furred face burning with irritation. Velia wasn't any happier. She never was. Her much wider muzzle was showing sharp fangs, black ears pinned back against russet red fur. I turned away from them and shoved my body into the third pilot's seat, to the right of Sessin, and strapped myself into it. " He can't-!" " I said shut up!" Sessin screamed at her fellow vixen.
      Screw it, I thought to myself, I wasn't going to bother with arguing. Through the thick, cold window I saw the warp tunnel, green and nebulous, flashing with the occasional burst of electromagnetic energy. Warp tunnels were pretty, with the stars ahead of us shining in a spectacular display of thousands of colours, but I'd seen about a million of them. Since we were in an outer system, with no set warp courses, Velia had to constantly watch for collisions and adjust out course accordingly. She'd been awake for fourteen hours, her mood growing even more sour with each minute. Her tiredness and frustration was taken out on me, obviously.
      The final hours of hour trip were torturous. I sat, extremely bored, caught within an uncomfortable silence, occasionally receiving angry glances from Velia. For her part, Sessin just stared out the window, thinking that we'd go away if she just didn't look at us for long enough. Our situation sat on the edge of an explosive argument, but the fighting never came.
      The Kenser returned to standard engines, the dizzying sensation signalling another deceleration. The sight of the warp tunnel faded, replaced by the much less interesting look of black space, the stars tiny dots in the distance, some of them clustered into small white clouds. In front of us was our destination, the aptly named Station 87, which was, funnily enough, the eighty seventh one to have been built since the initial 'true' colony in mars' orbit. It was incredible that they bothered towing the station all the way out here. It was a huge thing, at least three kilometres in length and width, shaped like a rounded triangle, metallic and shining yellow off the nearby star. I noticed three frigates patrolling around the station, new ones judging by the sleek, angular design and the presence of heavy plasma guns on their hulls, which took up nearly the entire top section of the hull. One shot from those would blast away the shields on our little freighter, and another would destroy it completely. A few fighters ran along aside them, barely visible except for the blue glow of their engines.
      Velia switched on the speaker with an angry flick of her claws, then spoke in a perfectly calm voice. " This is the I.C.F. Kenser, carrying cargo identified 36B. Requesting to dock." " Thank you Kenser, you are cleared to dock in port eight." A gruff male voice replied. Nobody dared to speak as we docked into the small, circular bay near the bottom of the station. Once we'd nearly stopped, I snapped off the restraints on my seat. The gravity generator of Station 87 kept my feet on the floor. " I'm going, drinking something, seeing who's around, and coming back tomorrow, if I feel like it." I announced, unlocking the hatch at the back of the cabin. The two vixens followed close behind. " Going to fill your appetite for male sex?" Velia asked dryly. " Are you?" I returned. " Obviously, yes. I haven't had anyone for months. I'm surprised you lasted as long as you have."
      Sessin growled at us, so we kept quiet. Velia often commented on what I did behind closed doors. Honestly, my reputation was worse than the reality. There had only been three lovers, one of them a failed relationship that left me disillusioned for months, until I realised that the guy was pretty much a dickhead. It was just that they knew what I did every time it happened, and on the Kenser it had happened twice. Besides, Velia picked up more men than I did. Space was a disturbingly cramped place, one where it was impossible to keep a secret.
      I quickly escaped from the vixens. I ducked through the narrow, black walled corridors of the hangar bay. The lift appeared in front of me, its wide doors welcoming. I walked inside. My hand slumped on to the round, silver button saying 'lounge'. It dinged, an old fashioned sound, and smoothly drove 'upwards', only putting the slightest of pressure on my body. Again it dinged, and the doors opened, revealing the wondrous sight of a bar. I walked into the bar. The stench of cigarettes, the smoke soaked into the walls themselves, reached my nose, beneath the calmer scents of various types of alcohol. Two large pool tables were at the other side of the room, where a good looking tiger played a game by himself. I already felt much better. A worn wooden bar was to my left, attended to by a black female horse. The barkeep looked as if she could snap anyone like a twig, and probably had on several occasions.
      " Drinks, stimulants?" She asked as I approached her, in a shockingly soft voice. " Drinks. Something strong, like a scotch." I said. Stimulants weren't something I was attracted to, having seen one too many junkies in my twenty years of living, They were illegal in most places, but the Guard wouldn't bother checking here. " An old style drinker." She sounded impressed. " Synthetic tastes like shit." She poured the scotch from a large bottle on the wall, before dipping behind the bar and dropping a few ice cubes into it. " I couldn't agree more." " Thanks." I said, slipping her five credits and taking the drink. I got no change. Out her, it cost all of five credits for one lousy drink. I took a sip, and the alcohol burned down my throat, warming up my insides as it travelled through my body. Like many things I enjoyed, the pleasure always came with a little pain. I looked at the white tiger again, watching him sink the balls on the pool table with a high degree of skill. A small pendant flashed over his dark grey bomber jacket, rainbow coloured and suspiciously resembling a male symbol, from what I could see. After the flight here, I wasn't going to miss an opportunity, especially when it presented itself to me so quickly.. I walked over toward him.
      " Hey, what's up?" I said in my friendliest voice. Up close, he was a very nice looking feline. White fur, pure and clean, was offset by deeply dark black stripes, and his eyes shone an unusual shade of green. Like mostly everyone, he stood a head taller than me. A faintly male smell drifted from his body. " Not much, taking time off the frigate." He said in a deep, rumbling voice. I noticed two eight pointed stars, made from a cut of jade, on the breast of his jacket. " You captain a battleship?" I asked with touch of awe. Laughing a little, he replied. " I'd hardly call it a battleship, those frigates outside aren't exactly powerful, it's not like I'm captaining the Telesina."
      " I still think it's impressive." Which was true, those ships were the most powerful I'd ever seen. He blushed at me cutely. " My name's Terrin, a mechanic." " On the cargo freighter?" I nodded. " Well, uh, yes, I'm Lyle." " You want a drink?" Lyle made a show of considering my offer. " Sure, I'll have one. A beer." I smiled softly, suppressing a grin, returning to the bar on a light heart and lighter feet. My boots almost stuck to the floor where drinks had been spilled time and time again. Cleaning mustn't have been much of a priority.
      " He wants a beer." The barkeep said cheerfully, giving me a sly wink. She had nearly poured the amber liquid into the frosty glass before I even got to the counter. " He does." I said, giving her more of my increasingly scarce credits, before taking the glass. I gave the drink to my young tiger, he couldn't have been more than twenty five judging by the way he looked. " So, what do you do out here?" I asked. " Not much, we're supposed to be protecting the station, but no-one would ever be bothered attacking it. Most of the time I just fly around in circles." I guessed nobody 'would' attack it, not with three battleships around. " Otherwise I'm usually stuck at the bar." " Sounds exciting." " Yeah." He laughed. " What's this place for?" I asked. " The station?" " Yeah." A surprised glance flashed through Lyle's green eyes. " They're looking for the cure, according to the scientists. It'll be years for them to find it, with the way the managers drone on, and there's probably not much money to be made, but several planets still fund it."
      " The cure. You mean...?" So, that was what we had on board. " Jeez, what's the point?" " I spose some idiots think it's worthwhile, something about returning to our roots. Not that I'd even call the Alterance a virus. Nobody's died from it. Last human was lost a hundred years ago anyway, and I only know one person who remembers being born that way. I couldn't imagine waking up without my fur one morning, it'd scare me half to death. But they pay me well, and I'm getting more experience at flying, so I can put up with it." Lyle leant his cue against the table. "Game?" " I'm not real good at pool." Lyle grinned, showing off sharp white teeth. This guy had to be attached to a lover, I thought ruefully, nobody would allow him to be alone for long. Still, it was better than chatting with nobody, or worse, Velia and Sessa. " Doesn't matter if you're good or bad." He said.
      I was going to lose. Other than a few games at a pub, or one or two with friends at their house, I hardly ever played at all. The triangle was quickly set up by Lyle, and the white was placed on the centre of the D, at the other end. " I'll go first?" He asked. " Sure." I replied, not wanting to make an immediate embarrassment of myself. The white tiger drew his arm back, and clacked it into the white, sending balls scattering across the green fabric of the table, thumping against the walls. One was sunk, rolling down the left corner pocket and clunking away. " Bigs." He called, looking for his second shot. I couldn't help myself, and let my impatience get the better of me. "Nice necklace." Lyle paused, and looked at me suspiciously. He probably thought I was one of those outer system bigots, a religious one. " What's wrong with it?"
      " Nothing." Internally, I called myself a wanker. " I should get one for myself." " Ah." Understanding dawned on his face. The drink hadn't given my intentions away well enough, obviously. I had to admit he was pretty thick, but I guess nobody was perfect. He hit the white again, and missed an easy shot. " You been working here long?" I asked, trying to change the subject. " A while," He began, as if nothing had been said, " two years now. I'm sort of sick of it, not being near a planet for so long. You probably know the feeling. My contract ends at the next cycle. I was going to try and find work on a Sol system battleship, hopefully something better than those little insects we've got here. They'll hopefully rank me high enough to be on board a cruiser. Or I could try my hand at working a freighter."
      " Don't, it's not worth it." Lyle handed me the cue, the smooth lacquered wood sitting in my palm. " You probably just have a bad crew." He said. " Yeah." I agreed, lining up the 'two' ball and, incredibly, my unsteady hands managed to knock it into one of the side pockets. " Velia and Sessa are bitchy as hell." The next shot I took wasn't nearly as good, missing my target entirely. As if to insult me more, Lyle easily sunk the next three balls in quick succession. " You're pretty good." I commented. " Thanks." He took a long gulp of beer. " There's a lot of time for practice, well, most of the time." " Most of the time?" I asked, watching the tiger bounce the white off the wall to sink another of his. With a sly wink, he nodded. " When I'm not doing other things. I'll show you around after we finish this." I could hardly believe my luck. As if to enhance my mood, Lyle actually missed the next shot. I got one in, before missing again, then he finished me off with a keen eye and steady hands.
      " You'll do better with practice." " I doubt it." I conceded. The cue was taken from my hands, his fingers briefly brushing against my own. " There's plenty of time to look around after we go to my room." Then his white face took on a flush of embarrassment. " Sorry... we've just met." " Don't be." I said, probably too sharply. Despite the impatience I was showing, he seemed to think it was enough, and his body looked much more relaxed. I couldn't get what he was worried about, flirting and sharing each others' company, hopefully, was good for the both of us. It wasn't like Lyle or I did this kind of thing every day.
      We drifted through the almost-empty, sterile, dark and technological looking corridors for about five minutes, and I soon became lost. These places were always like mazes, and the only way you could find out where you were was by looking at the door numbers or searching for signs on the walls. Lyle knew where he was going, and lead me to his room, cabin 67. Everything at these installations just had to be named with a complete lack of imagination. Inside, the room was set up much like a dormitory, a smallish bed on one side and a long desk on the other, which held an impressively large viewing screen. Posters were draped over the walls, mostly depicting fighters and battleships. I guessed he was one of those spacecraft nuts.
      " My room is a bit college-ish." Lyle admitted. I wasn't going to argue. " I couldn't stand living in a bare room like half the others round here." " I wouldn't worry about it." " You mind taking the shot? Just in case?" He asked, sliding open he top drawer on his bedside table. " Nah, chuck it here." Some people would've been offended at that, thinking they were being insulted or told they had some kind of disease. Those people were fucking idiots. I took the cartridge and placed it on to my arm, shooting the vaccine into my body. Except for a small sting, it was virtually painless. " You too." I said. For his part, Lyle took the shot as well, rolling up his sleeve to do so. " I do like you." The white tiger held me in a strong grip around my waist. " I'd hope so." I replied, feeling his backside with my palm. It was round and firm beneath the soft material of his pants. " Me too, I like you as well."
      With our muzzles so close, we had to kiss, of course. I craned my neck forward and brushed my dark nose against Lyle's cute little kitten one, then rubbed my nose down the underside of his muzzle, feeling the soft, very clean fur. His smell was stronger from so close, very masculine, which I liked. Our lips parted nearly at the same moment, and I slipped my tongue forward. The unknown feel of a rough feline tongue wandering around the inside of my muzzle was hardly unpleasant, and he was a pretty good kisser. For the first time in months, I tasted another male. Having gotten past his initial shyness, or whatever it was Lyle was worried about, the tiger suddenly became much more eager. He lifted my shirt off my body, with a bit of difficulty when I managed to get half tangled in it, and tossed it on to the floor. Carefully, his claws trailed through the fur on my chest while we kissed again, this time giving me the chance to search my tongue around his much broader muzzle. Lyle's claws softly scratched downward until his hands reached my belt, which was soon unlatched. I helped him a little to remove the rest of my clothes. They were thrown next to my shirt, on the floor, at the end of the bed.
      " Foxes have such good forms." He chuckled, looking down my body. " Not yet, hey?" I was only partly aroused, getting more so by the second, and felt extremely exposed with him fully clothed. "I'm getting there." "Meybe you need a-" A knock sounded at the door, three heavy thumps of a fist. A low growl came from deep in my throat. " Shit." I said simply, grabbing my pants and holding them in front of my waist in a stupid attempt to hide myself. " Who is it?" Lyle said with a huge amount of irritation. " Shaun. I just need a moment." " Yeah, hang on." In all our stupidity, or in Lyle's stupidity, he had left the door unlocked. I stood there, naked and without any chance of hiding as Shaun the thickly muscled Bengal tiger strode in. His jaw dropped when he saw me, holding my pants over my rapidly growing erection.
      " Hi." I said. " What are you doing?" Shaun demanded of me, flicking his eyes back and forth wildly. " What does it look like?" Lyle said angrily. " You don't just run in here without asking." " Sorry, man, sorry." He stammered, glancing back at me far to many times. " Close the door." Lyle said, and Shaun quickly obeyed. With my bushy tail tucked right up against my legs, I cringed into the corner of the room, keeping my head down and pretending to myself that this wasn't happening. In my current state, I couldn't even maintain the state of mind to put my pants on, afraid that Shaun would see me in all my glory.
      " What's the problem, then?" Lyle asked sharply. " The ship's equipment is on. I was just going to tell you, before I leave in a couple of days." He muttered, unbelievably glancing at me again. " Alright, I'll talk to you 'later'." Shaun turned to the door, and made the most idiotic attempt at a joke. "Menage a troise?" It was meant to be a joke. Meant to be. I was sure. The problem was, nobody laughed, or got angry, or did anything except stand there with the strangest of expressions. Nobody moved, except for me. I took the vaccine cartridge, not believing what I was doing, and handed it to Shaun, all the while with the pants held over my manhood. This was more than I'd expected from Station 87. Much more. The two vixens and the Kenser were now almost completely out of my mind, a much faded memory that seemed decades old.
      I watched Shaun. He took the shot. " It'll be something new." I muttered. " I guess." Lyle replied, unsure, yet his eyes were still eager. There was a kind of wordless conversation between the two tigers. They took off their shirts, revealing their bodies. Lyle was slimmer than Shaun, his white fur pure all over and his form showing definite lines of strength. Shaun's strength was much more obvious, his muscles giving form to his entire torso. Both of them had similar patterns of black stripes mainly across their backs and sides. A draw slid open, and Lyle collected a small tube, which he held tightly in his hand. With predatory looks, they approached me. The pants I was holding were snatched from my hands by both of them, and thrown back to where my other clothes were. Both the tiger's looked happy at what they saw when they looked at my member. Shaun's palms gripped each cheek of my behind, and his claws dug a little into my flesh. Lyle dipped his hand inbetween the other tiger's arms to stroke along my sheath.
      " You wanna be between us?" Shaun asked. " Alright." The Bengal tiger coughed, shifting around to my back. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. " You mind giving that tube here for a second?" " Not at all." Lyle said. Some of the tube's contents was squirted into Shaun's palm, before he decided to grab the base of my tail, holding it up. The cool, slick gel was coated thickly along my entrance, making me gasp unintentionally. For his part, Lyle stepped in front of my body and exposed himself to me, tail lifted to brush against my chest. Shaun extended his hand around to rub some of the gel along Lyle's ring, to make things easier for both of us. " How does this work?" I questioned. " You'll figure it out." Lyle replied, twisting around to give me a deep kiss. " You go into me first Terrin." Already aroused, it was impossible not to be, I pushed the tip of my member touch his tailhole, and the lube allowed me to easily slide myself in. His ring clenched as about half my length drove into him, so I stopped for a second to let him relax.
      " Done this before?" I asked, my eyes half closed. Too late now, anyway. Lyle purred deeply. " A few times." Nodding, I slid the rest of my shaft into him, right up to my knot, feeling all the pleasure that came with his passage tightly holding itself around my cock. My arms slid around his waist, waiting for my turn. It was a short wait. As the head of Shaun's member penetrated me, I winced with pain, his feline barbs scraping a touch as he pushed forward. Once he got it in more than an inch, the pain eased a little, and I allowed myself to relax again. Carefully, he drove deep inside my tailhole, and I was suddenly filled by the tiger. A low whine escaped my lips. " You like it in the middle?" Lyle teased. " A-ah..." I panted, my body shivering uncontrollably. " I do."
      Shaun pulled out a little, his hands grabbing on to my hips, and in turn pulled me slightly away from Lyle's ring, then pushed hard back in. The pressure of Shaun's hands on my hips and his hard thrusts into my tailhole forced me in and out of the white tiger's entrance in time with him, each push forward sending an indescribable ecstasy flashing through my body. I wrapped my arms very tightly around Lyle's body, my hands unsteadily stroking through his fur, as the sheer pleasure of Shaun's thrusts blotted out almost every other thought. I panted heavily, the thick smell of both the tigers wafted into my senses, the sound of their purrs and gasps filled my ears. Behind me, inside me, the tiger pushed harder, forcing me deep inside Lyle, almost to my knot. Faster again. A lightning feeling hit me, before pressure built up through my body and I let my seed enter the white tiger, one burst after another. As the climax began to subside, Shaun let go of himself into my body, coating the inside of my entrance with his thick seed. We stood there, the three of us, for a moment that lasted forever, until Shaun withdrew and allowed me to release myself and collapse on to the bed.
      " Can I help Lyle out? I think you've done enough for now." Shaun grinned. I looked through hazy exhausted eyes as Lyle decided to sit in my lap, his weight pressing down on my body. With a cheeky grin, Shaun knelt down at Lyle's sheath and began to pleasure him with his tongue. The rumbles of the purring tiger reverberated through my body. I barely noticed the two of them, really, overwhelmed by my recent experience. Later, as the official night hours came, we slept three to the tiny bed, with me stuck between the two heavy forms of the tigers. I never noticed when Shaun left, sometime early in the morning, I supposed. A few hours afterward, I got up, and stretched my weary body. " You're not leaving, are you?" Lyle said, surprising me. " No, no I'm not. In a little while I need to help out with the ship, though." I lied, embarrassed at what I did last night. " Do you... do you want to work on board my ship? We could use a good mechanic, and if you can get that pile of crap in the hangar to work, I'm sure you'll be fine. I'm saying, do you want a relationship, the two of us? With Shaun leaving tomorrow and everything, there's nothing to be worried about, and he'll probably need a lift on your cargo ship to wherever he's going." A choice. By saying no, I could escape my embarrassment. By saying yes, I could escape the Kenser. It wasn't hard to make the decision.