Return Voyage

	“Commander. We’ve successfully docked on Persikos. Refueling will proceed at once. Does crew have permission to send shuttles down to the planet and make land?” The second captain made a salute to his superior. The larger orca’s flat hand-fin squaring thumping off his melon. Howler was rather fond of this planet, and though he predicted the answer, he knew he had to ask, nonetheless.
	“Permission granted. All crew have the week to make for land or remain aboard. Engineering staff will be required to assist with refueling, first. Get me a ledger of repair, fuel, ammunition, and supplies by the end of the week.” Bringing out his holo-phone, Howler smiled as he noticed a message from a special someone. Clearing his throat, the coyote continued, “I’ll be descending for a brief respite myself. The bridge is yours, Lieutenant Reeds!”
	“Aye, Commander!”, the orca squeed.
	With that, the coyote gave a polite nod and turned to exit the bridge. Being the commander of the largest mercenary fleet in space was daunting, but he knew he had to. Howler knew he could. There was someone he was protecting. Someone who was waiting for him on Ontos VII-b.
	Making his way through the ship was easy. The decades spent piloting have made the massive maze of tunnels, compartments, and rooms trivial. Howler wasn’t heading to the docking pods, he first headed to storage.
	Silently, the pneumatic door pushed up. The small room contained several small crates stacked on layers of electromagnet panes. Dark blue lines of wire and fuel imbedded into the floor traveled like veins around the light blue, cross melded titanium floor plates. White lights automatically clicked on as he entered, illuminating a carpet path. Proceeding to the first stack of crates, Howler produced his phone again. A few quick taps and the hum of electricity filled the air. Magnets turned on as a small, lustrous, jet-black metallic cube levitated serenely down from top layer to him.
	Human pictography had caught on fast, despite the proud thousands of years Lycanos had been traveling through space. The biohazard symbol was painted in neon yellows on every side of the box. Giving a slight snort, Howler opened the box to see five divots. Each meant to hold a cylindrical shape. Only one was occupied. Light gray and clear class connected to a small hand pump on top and a needle capped by hard, translucent plastic. A runny, transparent green fluid sloshed around the container.
	“Wonder if I can call in another favor…” Howler said while squinting. No way he would be allowed to transport a body altering chemical unsupervised…not normally, at least. The face of a graying cheetah covered his hologram display. The name “Soft Paw” spelled out above the head. Must’ve been an early shift this time. He was covered in the red and black local police uniform this Ontos VII-b used.
	“Hey, Howl. Lunch break is almost up. Need this to be fast. What can I do for you?” A mug of coffee held up to his face, an iconic green and white human logo plastered on a paper holster. Soft began to chuckle, “Damn, humans really do get everywhere, huh?”
	Nodding, a friendly grin covered Howler’s muzzle. With a huff he responded, “Indeed they do. Speaking of getting everywhere, I got one last shipment to bring in. Got to be quick about it, you know?” Giving a wink and poking his tongue out, Howl hoped Soft would be willing to overlook one more shipment.
	Rolling his eyes, Soft sighed. With a less amused tone, he answered, “Better go now then. Interstellar Gate three, like always.” Curtly, he hung up there. Howl couldn’t blame him. Even one violation with such potent chemicals, possibly lethal for some species, could land him in the same wards he patrolled not a year prior.
	[i]“I’ll make it up to him later.”[/i] Howler thought. Slipping the syringe into the collar his uniform, he made tracks for Persikos. Passing through metallic halls, the crew salute him as he walks past. Boars, jaguars, wolves, bears, moles, elephants. All kinds of altered humans and aliens worked this rig. Each one settled with an “At ease” from Howler. Some take note of the lump on his collar and a subset of those give sly winks. There were rumors about the commander’s personal life, but none dared to pursue the matter with him
	It didn’t matter to Howler either. [i]“Let them think what they want. I have family to see.”[/i] The clang of hard boots on metal continued as he made his way to the docking bay. Interstellar Gate 3 had only a small line, mostly of his own crew. Once in line, the coyote gazed about, eventually spotting Soft. Perking his ears and giving a wink. A sign of appreciation, at least from the mercenary. He could tell the feline was sighing but did nothing to impede his friend.
	The minutes passed as each fur in front of him was scanned and checked. A few got stopped for holding some contraband. There were seeds, fruits, and one crew member got caught with a bug on his legwear. Slowly, but steadily the line moved on until Howler got in.
	“Identification please. Raise your arms for scanning.” There was a slight smile on the cat’s face. Under his breath, he mumbled, “Go enjoy yourself, just don’t let anyone see it.”
	Placing his holo-phone into the USB docket, Howler stepped back and raised his arms perpendicular to his torso. Soft was running a scanner over him. Moving from front to back. Head to toe, but the instant he waved the electronic metal detector over his neck, the hum of it shut down until it passed by the spot where the injector had been.
	“All clear. Welcome to Ontos VII-b, Howler.”
	Nodding, the coyote gave a bow, saying, “Thank you for your service, Mr. Paws.”
	With a soft huff, the cheetah turned back to the line, whispering, “You two have fun.”
	The passage down to the planet’s surface was trivial. Howler didn’t have any luggage to haul down, so all he needed was to hop into the first shuttle that arrived. It didn’t take long. Past the gates there were bright neon LED light signs that listed every destination. Weaving between crowds, the seats, ignoring any food stalls, and rushing to the nearest junction, Howler heads to the shuttle in the middle of the bunch. Neon yellow read ‘Erebus’ on it. Humorously, as he attempted to jump in the gates began to close. Squeezing his broad, muscular shoulders and pecs for a second before opening briefly to let him in. Once they closed again, the hum of energy coursed through the small, rectangular car.
	The vehicle was small and cramped. Fitting between emu businessmen, oxen electricians, and janitor weasels. Seating himself near a wall, he huddled into the tiny seat, pulling himself in to take less space while a gauge on the ends of the car showed a colorful diagram of the car going from a cartoony space station, down through the atmosphere, and into a drawing of a city.
	Pastel colors fly on the gauge rather quickly, as it shows the car descending rather quickly. As it entered the blue atmosphere section, the car shook slightly. The jostling continued until the car entered the city section. Slowing down, air began to hiss. Depressurization had commenced. As the next five minutes passed, Howler brought his phone out again.
	Under the name ‘Son’ was the image of a wolf. Instant messaging him, Howler typed, “Ready to finish what we started?” and sent a photo of his collar. He couldn’t hide his grin from the photo. Excitement had claimed him.
	Crossing swords at the bottom of the hologram told him Son was responding. Big, thick pecs came back in the image with the words, “They’ve been needy” captioned the image. Howler felt a stirring in his sheathe. Once the shuttle door’s slid open, the coyote was one of the first to exit.
	Hailing an auto-taxi, he hopped in. Placing his phone into the USB docket, he let it latch on and entered pressed his claw to the phantasmal map that loaded.
	“Keylin Wolf Family Hotel selected. Remember to fasten your seatbelt” chimed the robotic voice in an uncannily slow cadence. Complying with the robot, Howler sat back and let the machine drive him the thirty minutes to the downtown hotel. Seeing the notification for a transaction on his phone, Howler withdrew it from the USB docket. He opened the chat with Son again and began to amuse himself by tracing circles around the nipples on the image of those massive pecs to pass the time.
	Traffic was obnoxious tonight. Easily adding another ten minutes to travel, Howler began to grumble a bit as he felt his groin stir more with need. Thankfully, the frustration was handled quickly once he saw the high-rise hotel amongst the various buildings. Ornate was one word to describe the living complex. Ostentatious was another. Painted with a golden sheen joined with frescos of the Keylin Wolf Family corporation’s first contact with humans and their diplomatic process. Lavish water fountains pumped liters upon liters of water per second, and a marble statue of the most current CEO, Samantha Wolf, stood with dignity in the center of the roundabout driveway to the hotel’s entrance.
	Finally coming to a stop, Howler hopped out of the cab and strutted in. The swagger was well deserved, considering the Wolf corporation still owed him and his outfit a considerable sum for saving Samantha from pirates two years back.
	Internally, the hotel was no less fancy. Red carpet, gold leaf cut into floral patterns along the lilac walls, home-grown mahogany furniture occupying every spot fire safety regulation would allow, a grand, crystalline chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the entire lobby, and the scent of lavender permeating the air. The hotel was made with human sensibilities in mind. Not surprising, considering Earth was only about 200 light years out. Signs pointing to conference hall, the diner, and gym were on the right, the reception desk to the left, and Howler pranced past them both. Reaching a decorated elevator, he pushed the button to request upward travel, and watched the lupine crest on the metal doors parted to a rather plain interior.
      Confidently, and very obviously horny, he stepped in. Pulling a key from his pocket, he turned it into the panel and pressed the button for the penthouse suite. Anticipation made the coyote’s stomach backflip while he waited. Seconds passed painfully slow. The ‘ding’ from the elevator made his ears perk up. Reclaiming his key, he watched in excitement as the metal doors parted.
      “Daddy!” was the first thing he heard. Fuzzy arms wrapped around his neck as Howler’s snout was forced down between two pillowy pecs. Happy whimpers and the repeated shaking suggested he was wagging his tail. Backing up, the young wolf stared up at his father with a sparkle in his eye, “I’ve missed you! Glad to see you home safe.”
      Giving a heart chuckle, Howler wrapped his arms around his son and returned the favor. Stuffing his snout into his pecs in turn. Smiling, he looked down at his excitable boy and shouted, “Great to be home, Titus! Hope you haven’t been too lonely here!”
      Looking up to his father, Titus gave a wink. A low growl was in his voice as he replied, “Hard to feel lonely with all those pictures you send~” A snicker broke across his face, and Howler could smell his heat.
      “Sounds like someone has been enjoying themselves. Speaking of which…” Rustling in his collar, coyote pulled out the shot. Giving sultry eyes, he asked, “Where did you want to take this?”
      There’s a puff of air that hits Howler in the face as his pup starts to grow more excited. Holding onto his father’s paw, Titus tugs him along saying, “Our bed, like usual!” Even approaching 30, Titus was still a puppy. Both fatherly pride and lust burned in the coyote’s heart as he let himself be dragged along.
      Past rooms full of luxury furniture. Past exotic ferns and rocks. Through the living room with plush couches, another crystalline chandelier, and a gorgeous view of the city through reinforced glass windows. Beyond the game room with a billiard board, darts, a baccarat table, and an electronic entertainment section. Next to the home bar, was Howler and Titus’ shared bedroom. Grabbing the golden handle, Titus twisted it and pushed the oaken door open gently.
      The bedroom was rather simple, by comparison. A king size mattress, a nightstand, a coffee table in the center, a couple computers on a desk, a door on the left leading to a personal bathroom, and a matching door on the opposite side leading to a walk-in closet. Windows as tall as Howler lined one wall. The view focused on the outskirts of the city, the desert and distant jungle. Drawing his father over, Titus sat down on the bed, letting the low light from the windows do the job.
      “Alright Daddy, I’m ready for the injection!” Swishing sounds from his tail rubbing over the bed confirmed that he was excited.
      With a sigh, Howler smiled. Rolling his eyes, he asked what he always did, “You sure? Remember, there’s no going back after you take this.” Titus’ answer would be obvious, but he still had to be a good father and prioritize him over his kinks.
      Snorting, Titus cupped his pecs in his paws and bounced them. “If I didn’t want to continue, I would’ve stopped after it made my muscles do this.”
      Swift as a bee, Howler pulled the plastic cap off the needle and put it into Titus’ right pec. Pressing on the pump, the green fluid slowly disappeared into Titus’ chest. There was a small, uncomfortable whimper from Titus. A pang of guilt flashed through Howler for a second, considering it was his own flesh and blood he was injecting, but Titus wanted it so desperately…as did he. Contents dispatched into his son, Howler withdrew the needle.
      Clutching his chest, Titus tenderly felt around his erected nipples. “How long will it last this time?”
      “Permanently” Howler grinned as he said it. Patting his pup on the shoulder, he nodded to the bathroom and added, “Make sure you wash off now. Don’t want to let the injection site get infected…and for another reason.”
      Before he could tease Titus anymore, the pup was already leaping over to the bathroom, tugging his pants off. “No need to tell me twice!”
      Jogging after him, Howler entered with him. The tile bathroom was rather fancy. Granite sink counter, a large shower big enough to accommodate up to the Elephanti people, and the standard multi-species porcelain bowl toilet. Titus apparently decorated while alone, because there were now photos of the duo hanging off the walls. Most of the from when he was actually a puppy: his first pack hunt with dad, that time they were on Earth and went to a human sporting arena where a game called Baseball was being played, and standing in his ship’s bridge the time he snuck Titus onboard the ship for a safe cargo run. A couple of them were…less innocent, though. An image of Titus holding a ring up, asking for Howler’s paw in marriage after he turned 24 in their dining room, the first night Titus started sleeping in bed with him, and a closeup a Howler’s bugle while he was posing.
      With a huff, Howler smirked. [i]“My wonderful, horny puppy”[/i] he thought while slowly stripping his own clothes off. Was it because he had been away for so much of Titus’ life that he didn’t see Howler as his father psychologically, or was he just that kinky that it was because they were related by blood that Titus fell for him? Maybe, there was just a spark between them, allowing something deeper than a father and son relationship. Removing his belt and dropping his pants confirmed something in Howler’s mind: He wasn’t concerned anymore. The first couple times made his stomach feel like it had eaten that human concoction called Surströmming. Now? He could already feel his sheathe stirring while Titus lifted his tail, turning the hot water on.
      Artificial rain pitter pattered onto the fiberglass surface. Steam built up in the room, and it got steamy between the duo. Washing off was doing wonders for Howler. Stress was melting away, especially as his son kept massaging all of him. They left the sponge on the counter. Titus’ paws were rubbing the shampoo in, groping every muscle on his father that he could. It was cute, watching him trying his best not to wag and fling water everywhere.
	Titus got plenty of attention too. Howler could see that water wasn’t the only fluid covering his son. Idly, he flicked the wolf’s clit before rubbing over his ass. Getting a whine from the pup, he snickered. He could always hear him through the walls when he was growing up. Nice to see his excitable whine never changed. Erected, hard nipples gave Howler a sign that the serum was working its magic. Taking each melon-sized set of muscles in a paw, Howler began weighing them.
	“Hehe~ Daddy that feels funny!” Titus laughed. The smell permeating the room told Howler that he felt more than just a tickle. Giving one nipple a flick, he saw Titus shudder while a thick, white liquid came out.
	“Looks like someone is quite productive already” Howler growled seductively. Leaning in, he licked the milk off. It was watery, no surprise, yet there was a distinct sweetness. His horny little puppy really wanted this for him, and he was grateful. Kissing the nipple was next, followed by licking and a bit of sucking. The older canine felt his pup’s paw scratch behind his ears. More milk leaked into his maw. That addictive flavor would now be his permanently. With the last of that green fluid in him, Titus could now produce milk for the rest of his life. One paw cupped the other pec, squeezing the free nipple, and the other slowly trailed down Titus’ abs, poking in his folds when he got down there.
	Grunting, Titus held onto a handrail in the shower for balance, letting his father get frisky. Howler’s ears could feel the hot breathes he made as he panted from the sensual attention. Claw parting the younger wolf’s lower lips, Howler gently pushing his index finger inside and spinning it in circles made Titus start to whine with need. 
	[i]“Not long now, Son~”[/i] was the thought Howler had as a dollop of milk entered his maw again. Milk from Titus doubled as an aphrodisiac for the older coyote. Red rocket popping out like a spring, all that was left was for the knot to swell. Breathing through his nose was his only option. There was no way he was removing his lips from those pecs until he sucked every drop of milk out.
	Legs shaking, Titus grunted as he felt his muscles tighten in his abdomen. Pitter pattering hit the shower floor, but it wasn’t from the showerhead this time. With a moan, Titus began to squirt. His free pec shot milk over the wall, his pussy dripped with arousal, and his other pec sprayed in Howler’s maw. It was the coyote’s turn to moan now. The sweet taste flooded every millimeter of his maw. Wet, heavy thumping came from each side of Howler in rhythm. Titus had begun to wag. Moving his maw to the other nipple, Howler did his best to clean up the trail of milk left on Titus’ chest. All the while, he was using his naturally lubed paw to push two fingers into his son’s groin.
	Moaning louder, Titus’ hips were involuntarily jerking while Howler pushed deeper. Panting and grunting, he tried his best to keep composed while slowly becoming a blubbering mess. The clenching on Howler’s fingers grew stronger and more rapid.
	“Mmmph.. Ah! Da-Daddy!”
	“Shhhhh~ Atta boy. Just let yourself climax.”
	Shifting his body to the wall, Howler held his son tight, wrapping his lips around the swollen, full pec of his son while Titus quivered and whimpered in his grasp. A second later, the squeezing got tighter. It was a vice around his fingers.
	“Fuuu-Fuck!”
	Laughing silently to himself, Howler slowly pried his paw out of his pup’s crotch. More milk poured from the aching male’s tit onto his tongue. [i]“Language, my boy~”[/i] With a kiss, he raised his head out of the lupine’s chest and pressed their snoots together. Lust dripping from his voice thicker like the many droplets from the shower, he smirked and asked, “So, did you want to finish this in bed or here?”
	Through panting and gasping Titus replied, “Here! Finish in here!” Eyelids fluttering, he was putting almost all his weight onto his parent by this point. As he did, he was grinding onto Howler’s rod. In no time at all, his knot began to swell. Swell it did. The large seven inches was accompanied by a good three-inch-wide knot. Throbbing in time with his heartbeat, the water washed his girth well, lubricating it for the next act of the night.
	Strong, steady arms fastened around Titus’ waist. Heaving Titus up was easy. Even though the boy had grown significantly in terms of muscle, Howler had mercenary experience to hone his body. On instinct, Titus’ legs wrapped around Howler’s hips, pinning his tail to his rear. Holding up his son, there was a shine to him as the water bounded the back of his head. Trying to still his heart, Howler asked, “Are you sure you want this, boy?” Still needed to be his dad, even if he was doubling as his mate now.
	Impatient scoffing followed. Poking his tongue out, Titus stared Howler in the eyes and said, “Knock me up, Daddy!” Desperation and lust mixed. Try as he might to be suave, Howler hadn’t raised him for nearly 30 years and forgotten everything. Dropping his son onto his length, Howler was shocked at how hard it was. All the water, all his fingering, yet Titus’ passage was still a vice. Landing on his knot, Howler could feel an initial squeeze as Titus hissed an exhale out he nearly confused for the shower. Titus used one paw to lift Howler’s muzzle up. Closing his eyes, he leaned in for a kiss.
	Parental and spousal love bounced back in forth inside Howler’s mind. The need to keep his child safe, loved, and happy formed a perverted amalgamation with the other side of him that dreamed of seeing his pup’s belly swollen with his litter. Lines in his head began to blur as the sex sent his hormones sky high. Answering the kiss with his own, he swore in his heart that nothing would stop him from keeping his son/mate happy. The steamy duo felt the steam of the shower wash over them, hot and cold patches driving them into each other’s embrace.
	[b]SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK![/b]
	Howler’s knot was rapidly pounding at the entrance of Titus’ cave. He knew there would be no turning back if he did. The heat he smelled earlier doubtlessly meant Titus was receptive. Grunts, growls, and groans filled the room. Louder and louder. Lewd and love in their voices. Rational mind turning off, Howler jabbed at his son’s pelvis one more time, extra hard.
	[b]POP![/b]
	Gasping, and moaning, Titus began to shake in Howler’s grasp. Muscles forced apart, then closing again as the knot was forced in. Moving one paw up, Howler began rubbing and patting Titus’ back. As if to say, “There, there. Enjoy your climax, pup” he rumbled softly. Not to say that the older male wasn’t enjoying himself either. Every squeeze was met with a shot. Multiple loads traveled the narrow length to find their new home in his son. The next several minutes was filled with panting and moaning while they both reveled in their orgasms.
	Kneeling, Howler hugged his boy close. Between each pant, he cooed, “Good boy~ Good job taking Daddy’s knot” with a quivering voice. Whether it was all the wet fur weighing him down, being on his paws the entire time, or just because of how strong his climax hit him, Howler had gotten tired.
	Resting his head on his father’s shoulder, Titus’ voice suggested the same level of energy in him. Faintly he moaned, “T-Thank you…Daddy.” Wet squelching followed as he nuzzled his damp snout into Howler’s soaked muzzle.
	Moistened fur slipped between the proud father’s paw pads as he began to pet his wolf’s head. “At least, you’ll never be alone again while Daddy’s out working~” he commented with a playful tone.
	Laughing, Titus had a perky inflection in his voice as he added, “With these milk jugs, I’ll make sure they grow big and strong like you!” all while bouncing his pecs against Howler’s.
	Hearty laughter came from the exhausted coyote in turn. “Yes. Perfect timing then!” A bit envious and still wanting to tease, Howler began to bounce his pecs back.
	Pulling off his father’s shoulder, Titus cocked his head. Reaching back, he deftly adjusted the knob to cut the flow of hot water. Grunting while he did, he asked, “Soooo… do we wait for the knot to go down first?”
	Winking, Howler’s voice dripped with desire as he growled, “Oh? Did you think we’d be done after only one round~?”