Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story contains a purely fictional relationship between an adult and a minor and contains themes of incest and bestiality.  If this sort of thing offends you, don't read this story.  If this sort of thing interests you, please enjoy.
Episode 7 - Zip Lightning and the Racing Red Rocket
Tags: Cub, Pre-Teen, Fox, Wolf, Raccoon, Vulcoon, Rabbit, Bunny, Warthog, M/M, Shoes, Shoelaces, Humiliation, Cross-dressing, Boots, Boot Worship, Boot Licking, Teasing, Fingering, Science Fiction, Story Series
	Hurry space cadets, find some lube and the closest phallic object!  It's time for another fur flying episode of Zip Lightning, Space Cadet Wonder Cub!  When we last left our adventurous ally, Zip had just fallen into the Uush'un'zaa, an impossible black hole in the center of an alien moon!  He entered before their portal had time to stabilize, and now laws of physics seem to be dissolving around him!  Is this the end?  Will our hero escape?  Stay tuned!
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	Zip reached up and grabbed his ears, tugging them down as he tried ineffectively to muffle the deafening drums.  The blinding white light surrounding him began to flash like a strobe, beating in rhythm with his rapid pulse.  He couldn't tell if it was getting faster or slower and seemed to be accelerating in both directions at once.  Just when he thought he was about to lose his mind, everything changed.
	Suddenly he was 50 feet up in the air with the bright yellow hazmat suit flapping behind him in the wind.  He looked down and saw the corrugated steel roofs of tightly crowded buildings.  Some had smoking chimney pipes or furnace vents billowing up into the sky.  There were narrow roads crammed between the structures, crowded with people moving around like busy insects.  There were bright lights and bustling city sounds all around.  He looked to the right and saw an enormous pillar of rock, jetting out from the city below and inlaid with more steel-beamed structures built up its sides.  
	Then he looked to the left, and what he saw took his breath away.  Rows and rows of huge, beautiful, gleaming starships all lined up in a crowded space port.  They were all Zephyr-Class star runners, ships built for speed and maneuverability.  Painted in bright colors with racing stripes and ferocious insignias, they were truly a beauty to behold.  One in particular caught Zip's eye.  It was a long, smooth, slender red starship with two huge engines at its base.  What Zip wouldn't give for a ship like that.
	His daydreaming quickly came to an end as he looked back down, realizing he was now frighteningly close to the rooftops below.  He heard a rapid clanging on the metal coming from somewhere behind him and looked just in time to see a small black furred wolf boy running across the rooftops.  He was dressed in a white lightweight jacket with red trim and loose breezy shorts to match.  There was a pair of brass goggles strapped around his eyes, and was wearing old style red and white high-top sneakers on his footpaws.  However he was so focused on running he didn't seem to notice the naked fox cub falling out of the sky above him.
	"Look out!" Zip yelled loudly, although just a little too late.  The wolf boy's ears perked at the sound and he looked up just in time to see Zip collide face-first into his chest, knocking him off his feet as the two went tumbling across the rooftops.  In a tangled mess of fur, shoelaces, and a yellow hazmat suit, they tumbled off the edge of the roof into an alleyway.  They bounced off the wall of the opposing building, rolled through a pile of garbage bags, and over the dirty ground before finally coming to rest in a muddy puddle next to a sewer drain.
	"Oooh, that was one doozy of a landing." Zip said, sitting up and holding his head.  Fortunately it didn't feel like he'd suffered any broken bones, but he was definitely going to be feeling some bruises tomorrow.
	"What the space hockey was that?!?" The wolf boy yelled, clamoring to his feet and looking down at the stripped muddy fox cub next to him.  He pulled the brass goggles off his eyes and snapped them up to his forehead.
	"If I had any idea, I'd be happy to explain.  However right now I'm unsure if I've absorbed a lethal dose of interstellar radiation and my brain might be a bit fuzzy.  But hi, I'm Light Zipling, er, Zip Lightning!" he said cheerfully, standing up and wiping the mud off his paws before offering one out for a handshake.
	"You ruined my shoes!  They're all muddy!  You, you, do you know what you've done?!" he stammered in a high frantic voice.  He stepped quickly out of the puddle and took off one of his sneakers, trying to clean it with his paws.
	"Oh, well, I'm very sorry about that.  I'm sure I can help you clean them up, a little mud never hurt anyone.  Except the Triluzians, who have an explosive chemical reaction to mud." he rambled, not quite as apologetically as he meant to.  He picked up the hazmat suit and stepped into the legs, tying the rest around his waist and leaving his chest bare.  If he was in a city now, he probably couldn't get away with quite as much flagrant public nudity as he had been before.
	"No it's not just that, look out!" he yelled, looking up and jumping backwards, still holding his sneaker.  Zip looked up and saw three tall figures jump down from the rooftop above.  Bright burning jets activated on the bottoms of their boots, slowing their decent as they came down the the alleyway below.
	"Well, well, well.  Looks like the little wolfy got his sneakers dirty.  Looks like you won't be running quite as fast anymore thief!"  A tall, broad shouldered warthog grunted at them from above.  He and his two friends didn't exactly look like friendly sorts, all wearing black leather with spiked silver accents.  The warthog had a large silver bull-ring piercing through his snout, which he licked with his wide fat tongue when he landed on the alley floor.
	"Uh, gentlemen, I'm sure this has just been a misunderstanding, if we could just talk about..." Zip stepped between the wolf boy and the warthog, doing his best to be diplomatic.
	"Outta' my way runt!" the hog grunted, reaching his thick arm out and shoving the fox cub back into the mud puddle as he stepped closer to the wolf.
	"Hey common Bee, you know me!  I didn't steal nothin'!"  The wolf tried nervously to explain, slipping his sneaker back on and backing away carefully until he ran up against a stack of barrels.
	"I don't care if you's innocent as a newborn puppy, orders is orders Crisp." the warthog sneered, pounding his fists together menacingly.  "Take 'em off!" he yelled, stopping a few feet before the wolf and grinning as he looked down at the boy's sneakers.
	"N.. no!  They're mine, leave me alone!" the wolf yelled back nervously, gripping the barrels behind him tightly.
	"Unless you wanna get blood all over your pretty little shoes I suggest you do what he says." another of the warthog's lackeys chimed in while the third just cackled.
	"N' while you're at it, lose them shorts too." the warthog grinned and licked his snout, followed by cries of "Yeah, lose 'em!" from his two companions.
	Zip looked up at the three of them and growled.  He certainly didn't like being pushed into mud puddles, but what he liked even less were bullies who picked on innocent cubs.  The wolf looked back at Zip nervously, and Zip tried to gesture at the barrels without the pig or his lackeys noticing.  Fortunately, the wolf seemed to get the message he was trying to send, and in one quick movement he leaped up and did a back flip over the barrels, kicking them hard with his sneakers and sending them careening into the warthog and his friends.
	The warthog stumbled back and yelped, falling onto his backside and knocking the barrels out of the way.  Zip sprung into action and leapt on top of the warthog's chest, knocking the wind out of him with his knees.  He quickly wrapped his paw around the pig's nose ring and glared back at him.
	"Unless you want to lose a piece of your pretty face, I suggest you and your buddies make like a shepherd and get the flock outta' here!" he spit on the ground just next to the warthog's ear and tugged hard on his nose ring.
	"What the f... who the hell do you think you are?" the warthog yelled back, trying to sit up but falling back to the ground when Zip tugged harder on his nose ring.
	"I'm Zip Lightning, Starfleet Captain, and I'm willing to bet you've got another one of these down here!" Zip barred his teeth, slamming his other paw hard into the warthog's crotch, sure enough finding the outline of another ring through his pants.  "And unless you want to lose that to, you'll do what I say!"
	The warthog growled loudly and nodded to his other two partners.  "Go on boys, this is over for now." he instructed.  The two other men turned back down the alley and jumped into the air, lighting up the jets on their boots and flying back up to the rooftops.  Zip waited until they had both left before he released the warthog's nose and cock rings.  He quickly scrambled back to his feet and backed away.  "You haven't seen the last of us Crispy.  Starfleet can't protect you!  We'll be back to take this puppy to the pound later!"  then he jumped into the air as well, flying back up to follow his friends.  "Nobody double-crosses the Tetras Gang and gets away with it!" he bellowed from above before disappearing over the ledge.
	When Zip was sure they had all left, he walked over to the wolf, laying on the ground behind the barrels, panting heavily.  "So, Crisp is it?  Pleasure to meet you." he reached his paw out and helped the boy up.
	"My friends call me Crisp, yeah.  Well they used to be my friends, I guess they're my enemies now." he said, looking up at the rooftops where the warthog had disappeared.  "Thank you!" he continued, looking watery-eyed at the fox cub.  "You just saved my life.  I owe ya' one."
	"All in a days work." Zip grinned and pat the wolf on the back.  Crisp was a good foot and a half taller than him and looked to be about 13 years old or so.  The wolf nodded back at him and smiled, then reached down to tie his shoelaces.  "So what's the story with that pork sandwich?" Zip asked.
	"That's Bee, he's kinda the number two in this gang I'm in, er, used to be in."  he explained, carefully tightening the laces.
	"Well if he's supposed to be a role model, sounds to me like you made the right choice getting out when you did.  He said you stole something?"
	"I didn't steal anything!  Well, not really, it was kind of an accident."  Crisp stood back up and started walking out of the alleyway, down a busy street.
	"Accidental stealing?" Zip raised an eyebrow.
	"Well you see I know this guy who's a computer programmer, and he wrote this program that was supposed to skim tiny little fractions off all of the gang's transactions.  Over time, it was going to build up a small fortune and we were going to finally get out of here.  But he needed someone to install the program on the boss' computer, that's where I came in.  He said he was going to split the money with me 60/40."
	"But you got caught?"
	"Not right away, no.  Everything seemed to be going fine, but then this guy calls me up and said something went wrong with the program.  Instead of taking tiny fractions, it was taking huge percentages, transferring it all to a private bank account.  We're talking hundreds of thousands of credits!"
	"Mmm, this is why decimal points are important." the fox nodded, listening carefully.
	"Well the gang caught on to that pretty quick, tracked down the programmer, and I haven't heard from him since."  Crisp sounded increasingly upset and tugged his ears down.  "They must have taken him in and interrogated him or something, because right after that they knew I was the one who installed the program and the boss sent Bee after me."
	"Don't worry Crisp, we'll find a way out of here." Zip replied confidently.  "But for now, can you tell me please, where is here?"
	"What?  How can you not know where you are?  This is Tetra 7, shittiest spaceport this side of the galactic leyline."  Crisp replied, kicking at the ground with the toe of his shoe.
	"Tetra 7!  It worked!"  Zip jumped gleefully.  "Please, tell me, have there been any other Starfleet officers here recently?  Specifically a rhinoceros named Captain Corvo.  Stout, broad shoulders, huge package, probably had a small crew with him."
	"Um, well, yeah actually.  I remember him, it was the weirdest thing.  They all crashed in the middle of the market square in an escape pod.  They were all naked and ranting about how they just escaped from pirates.  But that was weeks ago."
	"That's them!  Wait, weeks ago, are you sure?"  Zip cocked his head.  It had only been a few days since Corvo and the other crew members had left Alucard's ship.  There was no way it had been that long.
	"Yeah, they hung around for a bit, gathered some supplies and bought a ship, then left.  I have no idea where they went though.  I try to keep my nose out of trouble and those guys were in the middle of it."
	"Space dust!" Zip cursed, pounding his tiny fist.  He wasn't sure what had happened to Tobias and Five either; they were probably still stranded back on the jungle moon.  He'd go back for them as soon as he could find a way, but at least they were safe.  "By the way, I'm not sure how well the half-a-hazmat suit look works for me.  Any idea where I could get some new clothes?" he looked up at Crisp and asked.
	"There's some neat shops over by the space port, might be a bit pricey though."
	"Ah yes, that's another problem, can I borrow some money?" he smiled up at the wolf and batted his eyes.
	Crisp looked back at him and sighed, then accidentally knocked his shoulder against a tall panther passing by, "Excuse me sir!" he called back, continuing on his way.  Then he smiled back at the cub and pulled a black leather wallet from inside his coat and handed it to the fox.
	Zip opened it up and saw the panther's face on the ID.  "If I weren't in such dire straits I'd scold you quite harshly for that.  Bad wolf." he tapped Crisp lightly on the nose with the wallet, then pulled out the panther's credit chip and tossed the wallet down onto the sidewalk.
	Crisp laughed at him and wrinkled his nose.  "There's a few useful skills I've picked up on the streets." he winked.
	The two cubs walked together toward the space port and Zip began doing his best to explain the past few days to his new friend.  The wolf mostly nodded with a curious expression on his face, starting to think this cub might have hit his head a bit too hard on that landing.
	As turned down one of the narrow streets, they saw a pair of small figures walking toward them in dark hooded cloaks.  The cloaks were torn and frayed, dragging against the ground as they walked.  As soon as they saw Zip and Crisp they stopped dead in their tracks.
	"Look out Crisp, I think we might have trouble." Zip reached his paw out and held back the young wolf.  Crisp raised his paws into fists and looked around nervously.  The two figures started rushing at them and Zip immediately entered a fighting stance, bracing himself as the hooded figures charged.
	"Zip!" a familiar voice called out and the foxes ears perked.  No, that's impossible, it couldn't be.  The fox held his ground and clenched his paw, then just as the first figure was about to pounce on him, the hood fell back and Zip saw Tobias' face, smiling as wide as could be.  Zip immediately dropped his guard as the vulcoon pounced on top of him, giving him a big kiss on the muzzle.  "I thought you were gone forever!"  Tobias hugged him tightly.
	The other figure dropped his hood too, revealing the smiling face of a bright red bunny.  "Five?  Tobias?  How did you get here?"  Zip asked, astonished as the coon cub nuzzled him affectionately.  Crisp dropped his fists and looked on in confusion.
	"There was an variable in the Uush'un'zaa that I didn't predict." Five answered, reaching down and pulling the over excited vulcoon cub back to his feet, helping Zip back up right after.  "In aiming the wormhole, we did not compensate for time."
	"Time?  What do you mean?" Zip raised his eyebrows, confused.
	"When we aimed the wormhole, we compensated the magnetic fluctuations that effect the point of origin and egress.  What we didn't know, was that the magnetic fluctuations also altered the time of origin and egress." Tobias answered rapidly, still hugging the confused fox.
	"So your saying the wormhole sent us through time?" Zip's jaw dropped, astonished.
	"Not by much, but yes.  It sent us back in time nearly four months, long before we left the Kanai.  And judging by today's date, it sent you forward about  three weeks." Five nodded.
	"Oh Zip, I never gave up!  I knew we'd find you eventually!" Tobias almost sobbed.  Zip had never seen a vulcoon portray this much emotion before, this ordeal must really have hit him hard.  Zip stroked the cub's headfur as he tried to get a grip on the situation.
	"If you've been here for months, you must have seen Corvo!" Zip realized out loud.
	"We did!  But they thought we were crazy.  No one believed that we had accidentally traveled back in time from a wormhole at the center of a moon!" Tobias explained, finally releasing his hug and wiping the moisture away from his eyes.
	"That certainly doesn't sound crazy at all." Crisp added in, shaking his head.
	"Do you know where they went?" Zip asked.
	"Yes, we kept close the entire time they were here.  They headed straight back to Starfleet HQ."  Five answered, nodding.
	"Excellent!  Then that's our next stop." The fox's ears perked happily.
	"But Zip, we don't have a port ticket, a ship, or any money!  How are we going to make it all the way to Starfleet HQ?"
	"You just leave that to me." the fox grinned, flicking the end of his tail.
~~~
	When they finally made their way to the spaceport, Zip's jaw dropped.  "Great galaxies.  It's beautiful!" he stared up at the sleek red starship that caught his eye earlier.  It was even more impressive in person, nearly 200 meters long with two huge bulbous engines at the base. "Neodymium fission core, twin omega class thrusters, micro carbon shielding for flawless heat distribution!" Zip was scampering side along the edge of the spaceport. "I've got such a hard-on right now."
	"Yeah, she's a beauty alright." Crisp put his paws on his hips and shook his head.  "She's called the Grande Rouen, favored to win this year's Kessel Run."
	"Did you say she?  Clearly this ship's got balls, Crisp." Zip gestured to the two round engines.  Crisp had to admit the whole ship did look rather phallic.  "And what's the Kessel Run?"
	"Used to be an old smuggling route, but these days it's the most dangerous, high-stakes, cutthroat space race in the galaxy.  All the fastest ships from every sector come to compete."  Crisp explained, gesturing down at the other starships in the dock.  "It also tends to attract a lot of gamblers and criminals, which is why they use Tetra 7 as a launch point.  Nobody really cares what happens here."
	"What about the racers themselves?  I can't imagine how much a ship like the Grande Rouen would have cost."
	"Intergalactic criminals have more money than most governments." Crisp laughed.  "And if they were governments, the owner of the Grande Rouen would be the biggest superpower of 'em all."
	"Interesting, who owns it?"
	"A wolf by the name of Captain Laurent Bonaparte.  You name it, he's stolen it, sold it, and controlled it.  Drugs, weapons, sex slaves, anything he can get his greedy little paws on.  A real dangerous outlaw, you're better off stayin' as far away from him as you can."
	Zip stood and stared up and the ship quietly for a few moments longer, then turned around and eyed Crisp up and down.  The wolf boy didn't much like the devious shine in Zip's eye; he backed away and tucked his tail around himself nervously.
	"Crisp my friend, I have a plan." the little fox grinned.
~~~
	"For the record, I am not okay with this!" Crisp protested.
	"Shh, you'll be fine pup!" Zip assured him, pushing him toward the Grande Rouen's docking tube.  "I'd do it myself, but someone has to pilot the ship and I need Five and Tobias in the engine room.  Are you wearing what I picked out?  The little red g-string?"
	Crisp blushed deeply and covered his face in his paws.  "Y... yes." he squeaked, shyly.
	"Good, you're perfect for this Crisp, I believe in you!" Zip patted him on the butt.  Crisp was dressed in a short red and grey plaid skirt with a button-up grey top.  The shirt was partly unbuttoned to show off his young chest, and Zip had tied a little bow in his hair too, with another around his tail.  He still had on his bright red high tops and tall socks that came up just below his knees.  Clearly the pup had never cross dressed before, but damn if he didn't pull it off well!
	"And the magna clamps, do you have those?" Tobias asked, pulling a black balaclava over his muzzle.  The wolf nodded, pointing down to the small grey disks affixed on the bottom of his shoes.  "Excellent.  Stick to that plan, and everything will go fine."
	Zip gave the wolf a final push as he rounded the corner at the entrance to the docking tube.  Zip, Tobias, and Five all watched from around the corner.  There were a pair of burly guards manning the door, both of them eyeing the wolf pup as he approached.
	"This dock is off limits pup.  Scram!" said the first guard, a mean looking alligator with a skull tattooed on his arm.
	"I... um... I..." Crisp stammered nervously, giving a quick glance back over his shoulder.  "Mister Bonaparte hired me to come here." he replied, his prepubescent voice cracking.
	"Oh geeze, another one?" the other guard groaned and shook his head.  "You're quite a bit younger than the last."
	"Mister Bonaparte requested me especially, sir." Crisp blushed and laid his ears back.
	"Alright kid, go on in." the guard waved him on, watching the pup closely.  Zip made sure to pick out a skirt just short enough to show off Crisp's butt when he walked up the docking tube, and the distraction was working perfectly.  Zip, Tobias, and Five, dressed all in black like ninjas, carefully snuck around the guards and slipped into the secondary service hatch.
~~~
	Crisp stepped inside the ship, rubbing his paws together nervously as he tried to think where the captain would be.  This was so embarrassing, how could Zip do this to him!  Some of the older guys in his gang would lust after him sometimes, but he would never go flaunting it like this.  He would have told Zip he was a virgin, but the fox probably just would have made fun of him for it.
	The wolf's ears perked as he heard some voices coming from the left.  He turned and headed toward the bridge of the ship, still looking nervously over his shoulder every few seconds.  As he got closer, the voice got louder, and soon he could tell it was a man singing, and he was singing in French.
	"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir, ce soir!" the voice sang with a playful and melodic tone.  Crisp took a deep breath and stepped through the doorway onto the bridge.
	The ship's bridge was small and compact, but everything there was state of the art.  There were stations for five crewmen, including the captain himself.  Right now only three of the stations were manned.   Two were occupied by young wolves, one grey and one red, both dressed in white jumpsuits stylized to look like old style sailor's outfits.  The third wolf was in the captain's chair, Laurent Bonaparte himself.  The wolf was more handsome than the stories about him led one to believe.  He was lean and slender, with a clean cut jaw line and well groomed fur.  He kicked back in his chair with his paws up on the console.  He was wearing shiny white leather boots on his footpaws, and was dressed in tight white pants and an ornate red jacket with golden loops, fleur de lis, and large tasseled epaulettes on his shoulders.
	"Oh ho, what is this?" said Laurent when he noticed the wolf pup come through the door. "Une petite fille perdue?" the wolf asked in French.  His voice was smooth and calm, and it seemed like he might have been at the wine a bit too long.  "No, you are not a girl, are you?"  The wolf asked, hiccupping loudly.  His other two crewmen turned to see what was going on.
	"Would you like me to remove her sir?" the red wolf stood up from his chair.
	"No no, there is no need.  And this is not a girl my friend, this is a very, very pretty boy.  Très jolie!" said the captain, slurring his speech.  Crisp didn't know what to say, he was too embarrassed for any kind of response.  This was too much, he really didn't think he could do this, his mind was racing.
	"Tell me beau, what brings you to my ship?  Oh ho ho, let me guess." he smiled with his wine-stained teeth.  "You are a good luck charm from the prime minster, no?  He always had a penchant for little boys like you."  Crisp only nodded in reply, going along with the story.  "Come and sit on my lap little one, I will treat you very nice."  The captain hiccupped again.  Crisp started to inch toward him, but then something clicked in his head and he remembered the next part of the plan.
	His paws were shaking, but this was Zip's plan and he had to do it.  The fox had saved his life after all.  Crisp blushed and looked back at Captain Bonaparte then reached down and slowly lifted his skirt, showing off the skimpy underwear Zip had made him wear.  Just as he did, he gasped loudly and pulled his skirt back down over his groin.  He hadn't realized it before, but his boyhood was fully hard and poking out of the underwear up against his soft belly.
	The captain gasped and smiled back at him, and Crisp turned around and ran right back out the door.  Just as the door was about to close behind him, he remembered what Zip had said.  Crisp leaned back into the bridge, gave his best come-and-get-me face, licked his lips, and winked at the captain.
	"Oh ho ho!  La chasse est ouverte!"  The giddy captain stood up and swallowed the rest of his wine in one gulp, dropping the empty glass and stumbling after the wolf pup.
	Crisp took off running down the hall, heading toward the back of the ship.  Cargo bay, he had to find the cargo bay!  He rounded the corner by the galley and sped past the crew quarters.  He could hear Laurent Bonaparte and his two crewman hot on his heels.  Just when he thought he'd hit a dead end, he spotted a ladder dropping down below.  He jumped through the hole on the floor, sliding his paws against the smooth steel to slow his descent.  Yes!  This was it, the cargo bay.  He ran to the rear and turned around, catching his breath just as Laurent and his crewman came down the ladder after him.
	"Oh oh, you cannot run mon petit ami!"  He laughed as he swung his arms.  The crewmen closed the hatch above the ladder, locking the four of them inside.  "I think my friends and I very much like what we see, he he." his laugh and demeanor were slowly progressing from charming to devious.  "You should remove some of those pesky clothes, no?"
	Crisp blushed and looked down at his shoes.  He really hoped Zip and the others would hurry.  He also couldn't believe how hard he was, and the embarrassment was just making it worse.  Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt as the captain and his crew watched.  The three of them were all wearing fairly tight pants, and it was easy to see the outline of their growing bulges.  He slid the light cloth off his shoulders and dropped it on the ground.  Then he began to tuck his fingers into the waistband of his skirt, but the captain stopped him before he could go too far.
	"No no, I think right now we will leave that on, I like it very much." he smiled, hiccupping again.  "First, you will lick my boots!" he ordered, sticking out his left foot.
	"Wh... what?" Crisp asked shyly, tucking his ears back.
	"You heard me little one!  I want you on the floor, muzzle down, licking my boots with that attirant little tongue of yours.  Now do it!" the captain pointed at the ground in front of him.
	Crisp nodded and obliged, walking slowly up to the captain and getting down on all fours.  He leaned his muzzle down and stretched out his long, wet tongue.  The wolf pup closed his eyes and gasped softly, licking up the side of the captains shiny white boots.  The leather was smooth and warm, and Crisp found himself liking this a lot more than he thought he would.
	"Oh ho, very good.  Now untie them, only with your teeth." Captain Bonaparte ordered, reaching down and petting Crisp behind the ears.  Crisp leaned his muzzle up and took the end of the shoelace in his muzzle.  He pulled on it slowly and the tight laces began slipping past each other.  When the loop came undone he heard the creak of loosening leather and watched the top of the boot slip apart.  "You are quite good at doing what you are told, my little beau.  Now the other boot.  Lick it first, I want to watch you, slowly now." the captain commanded, tripping over some of the words in his wine addled French accent.
	Crisp continued to do as he was commanded, licking the second boot with a bit more fervor, rolling his shoulders forward as he felt his cock throbbing underneath him.  When he pulled the laces undone on the second boot the captain smiled back at him, then began stepping out of them.  "You like these boots, no?" he asked.
	Crisp nodded and looked up at him with big eyes.  "Yes sir." he answered.
	"Oh ho, well if you continue to do as you are told, maybe I well get you a pair some day.  But they are very expensive, you will have to earn them." the big wolf grinned, setting the boots aside.  "Now stand up and turn around for me, I want to see more of my new jouet."
	Crisp stood and nodded, blushing as the captain ran his paws down Crisp's chest, feeling his young body.  Crisp closed his eyes as Laurent explored over his soft bellyfur and tucked a paw under Crisp's skirt, wrapping around his eager boyhood.  The wolf pup gasped and bucked up into his paw.  The captain just chuckled and slid down the tight red g-string down to Crisp's knees.  It felt so good he couldn't help but moan, which only made the bigger wolf chuckle more.
	"You are so sensitive, just a little puppy you are." The captain laughed at him, joined soon by his other two crewman.  "Just a little puppy, barely weaned off his mama." he laughed louder.  Crisp gasped and blushed hot with embarrassment.  "I bet you've never had a wolf like me inside you, no?  Or any one else for that matter.  You're a virgin, aren't you little one?" the captain asked teasingly, still stroking the wolf cub hard in his paw.  Crisp was already leaking pre-cum down his shaft, which only slickened the captain's stroking.
	"Y... yes sir." he stammered, trying to fall back and hide, but there was nowhere to fall back to.  The captain continued to hold him firmly by the penis, keeping Crisp just hard enough to not want to really go.  After a few more strokes, he released the boy's member and slid his paw around the Crisp's rear end.  The pup panted and gasped, finally getting a little relief as the captain stopped stroking him, but that was soon replaced again with lust as he felt Bonaparte's finger penetrate his tailhole.  Crisp arched his back up and gasped.
	"You are so tight little one!" Bonaparte exclaimed.  "Come, come feel this!" he beckoned to one of his other crewmen.  The red wolf approached and got down to his knees, licking his lips as he moved his paw between the boy's legs.  Crisp opened his muzzle wide and groaned as the second wolf pushed a finger inside next to the captain's.  Then he reached around and began molesting the boy's cock, rubbing his fingers over the tip and making Crisp shiver in pleasure.
	"Hey hey, get your own!  I said you could feel, not make him cum all over my cargo bay."  The captain grumbled, pushing the other wolf back.  Then he leaned down and whispered in Crisp's ear, "It is up to me when you get to cum, little one."
	The young wolf pup moaned in reply, feeling on the brink of climax already.  Captain Bonaparte pushed into him faster and deeper with his fingers, teasing the boy's prostate and stretching him out.  Crisp tried to hold it, he did everything he could, but it was just too much, he'd never felt this way before.  He clenched around the captain's fingers and moaned loudly, arcing his back and spraying his young wolf seed all over the metal floor.
	Captain Bonaparte pulled his fingers back out and frowned down at the pup.  "You got off too soon, little pup." he scolded, dropping his voice.  "I haven't even bent you over the supply crates yet."  Crisp looked back up at him with sad puppy eyes, beginning to water.  He tried to hold it, he really did, but he'd never had someone inside his tailhole like that before.
	"It is no matter, you will still get what is coming to you."  The big wolf grinned and ripped Crisp's skirt off in one swipe of his claws.  He stood up and began unbuckling his pants, growling as he fussed with the belt.  Just then Crisp heard a loud whirring and a rush of gas as fuel began coursing through the engine ducts above.
	"What is this?  The engine?  Why is the engine running?!"  The captain turned to his crewmen, both of whom looked quite suddenly panicked.  "Well go, run you fools, someone is on the bridge!"  He waved his arms dramatically toward the ladder.  Before the other wolves had made it more than a few steps, the whole ship lurched upwards and they stumbled and fell down.  Crisp tapped the heels of his shoes together, remembering Zip's plan.  He felt a powerful downward grip as the magna clamps in his shoes activated.  He looked back up at the captain, who had fallen with his pants down, and smiled.
	"You!  This was a trap!"  He growled and flashed his fangs, but as soon as he got back to his feet the whole floor began giving way.  The huge metal floor panels swung wide, opening the lower cargo doors.  Crisp was held tightly to the door by the clamps on his shoes, but the other three wolves screamed and yelled as they tumbled down through the hatch.  "No one steals from Laurent Bonaparte!"  The big wolf yelled as he tumbled down through the air, pants still around his ankles. "No one!!!"  He then began cursing in French as he fell the rest of the way down.
	Crisp waved back and wagged his tail as the wolves stumbled back to their feet, grinning ear to ear as he hung from the doors at a near ninety degree angle.  Slowly the doors began closing again and Zip, Five, and Tobias came climbing down the ladder.
	"Crisp, that was perfect you..." he began, but then clamped his paws around his muzzle as he tried to stifle his laughter.  Crisp blushed deeply and tried to step back, although the magnets were still active and his shoes were stuck down tight.  Tobias and Five both laughed as well, pointing at the wolf pup.  "I'm sorry Crisp, I'm sorry!" Zip laughed, wiping a tear away from his eye.  "You just look so silly in just your little shoes with a thong around your knees, and those little bows!" he chuckled.
	"Hey guys, common!" Crisp whined, hiding his hard-on behind his tail.
	"Oh we're just having fun pup." Zip winked and walked over to him, reaching down to deactivate the magna clamps on his shoes.  "Besides, it looks like you had a good time too." he grinned and gave the wolf pup a quick grope.  Crisp just blushed deeper and tried to cover himself.  "Come on up back to the bridge, we've got to leave this sector pronto.  We've got a change of clothes for you up there too.  Unless you want to stay in your little thong?" he teased.
	"Looks like his boots got caught in the rigging.  Hey Crisp, you want these as a memento?" Five smiled, holding up the captain's tall white leather boots.
	"Yes." the pup answered quietly.  Crisp grumbled and started up the ladder, continuing to blush as the other three cubs giggled.
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	Zip proudly put his paws on his hips as he stood up in the captain's chair.  The cubs had all changed their clothes and now looked like a proper Starfleet crew!  "First officer Tobias, plot a course for Starfleet HQ!  Chief engineer Five, prepare for warp 7!  Tactical officer Crisp, man the scanners and defensive systems.  Engage!" he raised his paw in the air triumphantly.
	The stars in the main view window began brightening and elongating, turning into bright streaks of light shining around them.  Zip flopped back in the captains chair and smiled wide.  Finally things were going well.  He had an amazing ship, he had a beautiful and brilliant crew, and he was finally a real Starfleet captain!  Yes, everything was really...
	"A disaster!" Tobias exclaimed and threw up his paws.  "Starfleet, it's it's..." he stammered.  Their ship fell out of warp drive and began circling past the Starfleet station.
	"It's destroyed."  Five stood up and stared out the window in horror.
	"What happened here?" Zip asked, a question that empty space would not answer.
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	Oh no, this may really be the end space cadets!  Who or what attacked Starfleet HQ?  Can Zip really get away with stealing a spaceship from an intergalactic criminal?  Why were Tobias and Five wandering around Tetra 7 dressed like Jawas?  If Crisp got off from getting his ass fingered, is he still a virgin?  Find out the answers to all this and more on the next prostate pounding episode of Zip Lightning, Space Cadet Wonder Cub!