Pixie Hazard Archibald Bradford (sneezy the snowman read aloud txt) 📖

After a long minute, he shook his head and pronounced their doom.

“Naw. You ain’t clan no more. You worthless shits can go learn how to breathe space.”

With that he stepped back and one of his men smacked the button to close the airlock, the hatch sealing the men in.

They tried to flee back into the lifeboat, but before they could reach it the commodore nodded and his subordinate activated the emergency release.

With several sharp pops the open airlock separated from the lifeboat and the men inside were sucked into space, their screams of terror instantly silenced by indifferent vacuum.

Commodore Rufus Fairchild, the undisputed Grand Dragon of the Iowa Clan, turned away from the scene of the execution and looked upon the faces of his crew.

“Where’s Derrick?”

“Here boss.” His heavily tattooed first mate responded swiftly.

Rufus’s mood brightened, if only slightly.

“There’s my baby. Reach out to every shitbird in this sector. Put a bounty on these armoured bitches and see if we can’t smoke ‘em out. I want that cargo in my hold before anyone figures out what it is they’re carrying.”

Without delay Derrick scurried towards the bridge to see to his task, while the commodore began to tap his lacquered nails against his teeth with harsh clicks.

The clicking lasted for several moments as his crew waited for their orders, wise enough to know when not to interrupt their leader.

With one final series of clicks, Rufus snapped his fingers.

“Dwight, reserve a jump window in every station, planet, or mining colony within fifty light-years. We need to be ready to close the distance.”

The navigator sucked in a breath of apprehension.

“That won’t come cheap Commodore.”

“Don’t I know it, but if we let these tanked-up gorillas get away it will be millions of deks going with them. Drain my personal coffers and get it done.”

While the navigator followed in the steps of the first officer, Rufus leveled a scowl at the remaining crew.

“The rest of you bitches need to double and triple check your gear. We’re going against serious military types so put away the kiddy toys and bust out the expensive lasers an’ shit.”

Rufus settled his hand on his holstered pistol and shifted his weight onto one leg, examining his nails with all the coy indifference of the queen that he was.

“Someone took something from me and I aim to get it back. The next round of pussy we find goes to whichever one of you can manage that. So who wants to help?”

A rousing cheer went up from the pirates at the drag-queen’s promise.

With a wolfish grin through his beard the commodore finally looked up from his nails.

“Then let’s go hunting.”

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Several hours later Donnie woke up to a face-full of ass.

True to the K’or-Macka’s word, Bunny didn’t get up to anything more than some light petting and heavy cuddling before exhaustion carried the captain to sleep, so they were both still wearing their underwear.

But Bunny, ever the restless sleeper, had adjusted her position dozens of times during the night, an idiosyncrasy that never seemed to bother any of her innumerable bed-mates.

When Donnie’s eyes fluttered open all she could see was fuzzy ass crack; they were both lying on their sides, the cat’s tail draped over her cheek and tickling her ear while her nose was pressing slightly into one globe of Bunny’s delicious looking tushy.

It took her a few seconds to get her bearings, but when she did a broad smile stole across her face.

She could feel that one of Bunny’s arms was draped backwards over her naked thighs, the cat stretched out and purring in a tangled heap against her, so she moved slowly to avoid waking her, shimmying herself up on the bed to get better access.

She froze momentarily when Bunny’s tail twitched off of her head and onto her neck, holding perfectly still until she was sure the cat wasn’t going to wake up just yet.

A few moments later she reached up with one arm and began to gently roll Bunny’s stretchy booty shorts down her thighs to reveal more of her naked hiney.

She felt her nipples harden as the cat’s tender bits came into view.

There was no other word for it: Donnie was feeling randy.

She hadn’t lied to Billy before; she had no interest in the female form outside of Bunny’s, which meant that the thrill at the chance of exploring her body was still new.

Not to mention she wasn’t in bed with a human female, so there was an edge of the exotic to her attraction.

Unable to resist the temptation, she gently nuzzled her nose between Bunny’s cheeks and drew in a long sniff, savouring the musk of Bunny’s juicy privates.

The cat had obviously not yet showered that day, so her aroma was strongly tinged with her sweat, but it was not overpowering.

The purring stopped for a moment at the captain’s sudden inhalation but soon resumed, deeper than before.

Taking that for a good sign, Donnie used her one free arm to pull Bunny’s cheeks apart as she bent her face down and pressed deeper, drawing in another deep breath through her nose.

She felt her own pussy get wet at what she was doing.

Breathing heavily into the cat’s most intimate space, Donnie extended her tongue out to lave it over her puckered asshole.

The purring stopped again, replaced with a low yowl of surprise and pleasure.

“DeeDee, waaz appening?” Bunny’s words were bleary as she tried to suss out the captain’s intentions.

“Shhh, baby. Go back to sleep.”

The cat sighed.

“Mmmroowkay.”

Her face now firmly buried in Bunny’s ass, Donnie smiled at her innocent reply and the blind trust it demonstrated.

As she had thought the night before: Bunny came from a race of givers.

Time to give