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My Rockets are Up Here

Commissioned by and characters © 05ighter

By Danath

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"Don't call me captain."

The tall, stocky wolftaur stopped and turned around. She tugged the tight, sleeveless dark blue top lower, smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in the high-tech, engineered fabric. Despite the seemingly delicate and light nature of the fabric, it could stretch to accommodate an incredible amount before tearing, offering resistance to impacts, sharp objects, and even some heavier lasers. Bright golden trim lent it an elegant look under the white sun-mimicking lightstream running down the corridor in the center of the ceiling. She wore nothing on her lower taur-body, preferring to keep herself in a more natural state.

"First rule: I don't want to be in charge of you. We run an egalitarian ship with a hierarchy as flat as possible, got it? We're all there to help and support our fellow crew members, not lord some sort of imaginary power structure over them."

Ryder's arm extended to point at the target of her lecture, jostling one side of the upper pair of breasts stretching out and away from her wide shoulders. The ripples of firm flesh set of a chain reaction, cascading down to send the second row of oversized breasts jiggling madly, and the third pair beneath that, so that her entire upper body appeared to be wobbling in the tightly compressed top.

"Everyone here is equal and participates in the decision-making process," the black-furred wolftaur continued, keeping her arm pointed straight out. "You choose to form a voluntary relationship with us as an equal member of our crew, and we choose to form a voluntary relationship with you. If you want to leave, we'll drop you off, no questions asked."

The wolftaur's pelt was a rich black color, long and dense and shaggy, loosely hanging and bunching around her bare hindquarters as she walked. It disguised some of motions of the powerful muscles necessary to move her altered body, as well as provided additional counterweight to the top-heavy torso. A wide black tail stretched out behind the wolftaur, easily as thick around halfway down as her own lower half, though the excessively fluffy fur tapered to a white-furred tip. The white tip of the tail matched the only other marking that interrupted Ryder's black coloring: a four-pointed diamond of white on her underbody's ribs pointing towards the gap between her forelegs.

"We respect all opinions and viewpoints, with the exception of causing intentional harm to others through choice or negligence unless in clear self-defense. Basically, you live on a spaceship, so please don't fuck around with the airlocks and kill us all. Peace, love, harmony... Namaste, friend," the wolftaur said. "There's the ship now... Welcome to your new home, the My Rockets are Up Here."

Ryder stretched her arm towards the floor-to-ceiling clear armorglass providing a view of the shipyard, where various outcroppings of the station provided service to hundreds of cruisers, the generic term for ships up to 500 meters long, could dock for fuel, supplies, or shore leave. A fiery orange and red ship using holographic paint to create a shimmering, blurring effect of its colors, the My Rockets are Up Here shone in the thousands of nearby lights attached to the docking ports.

The outstretched arms of the docking bays reached across a huge void to another giant metal and armorglass structure, one of hundreds of staggeringly different buildings. Though all were tall, some took on strange forms, taking advantage of the weak external gravity to create loops, figure eights, and mind-twisting geometric shapes. At the base, the buildings all attached to a massive metal shell that completely encased a trapped asteroid inside while maintaining the asteroid's original bearing and heading. The entire planetoid was built through a collective of ships, including My Rockets are Up Here, over hundreds of years as it continued on its course through the outer edges of the galaxy, far from the laws and regulations that dominated the inner Core Systems. Beneath the giant sphere, automated robots mined the asteroid for raw materials to feed the construction of bigger and more grandiose designs - part art, part functional, part industrial, and entirely independent creations. From afar, the asteroid looked like an artfully-arranged mess of tangled and twisted white metal spikes curling outwards in all directions, leading to the nickname for Asteroid XJ3114-121.213: the Dahlia.

Hundreds of thousands of ships could dock at the Dahlia at any time, and each was as unique and exceptional as My Rockets are Up Here, some boasting crazy configurations of engines, weapons, and even viewports, which were typically shunned on interstellar vehicles. My Rockets are Up Here was no different.

The ship from bow to stern was just over 400 m long - 419.4, to be precise. The nose and back end narrowed to tiny points, mostly occupied by sensors and antennae, while the sides also swept downwards to flat points, almost like a fish. This left plenty of room to attach things, like the 300 m long array covering both top and bottom of the bright orange and red fish composed of missiles, cannons, laser bomb launchers, tactical defense flares and sparklers, ion-busters, and railguns. With interstellar propulsion provided by hyperlight drives in the forward section of the ship, the only external propulsion were standard ion-jets, though My Rockets are Up Here featured twice the standard amount, enabling more complicated and precise maneuvering and aiming. It was able to do so thanks to a shipboard AI more advanced than most in the sector.

Ryder grinned down at the short anthropomorphic shark in front of her, large paws resting on her hips.

"Any questions?"

Rissah stared out the armorglass, eyes wide. The rich orange hide covering the shark's body flushed to a darker shade of umber, highlighting the dark brown, pointed stripes that formed a pattern down the back of her glossy, smooth neck. Orange skin darkened around her pale gold eyes as she gazed at the ship. A creamy, light-colored skin stretched around her lower jaw and swept down the throat of her neck as her long, finned tail swished side to side behind her. Unlike a natural shark's rough-textured micro-scales, Rissah's skin was supple and smooth. A long, flowing robe of dark blue, trimmed in white, covered her body, emphasizing her slim shoulders and frame, though hiding the rest of her figure in the draped, plush fabric.

The shark's lips pulled up in a smile, revealing an impressive array of sharp white teeth set in a wide mouth beneath her pointed muzzle.

"Just one... when can we board, cap- uh, Ryder?"

"We're heading out now. You're a last-minute crew replacement, so considering that, I hope you've been honest with me."

"I have," Rissah said. And though the shark omitted certain parts of her past, she'd been upfront about her recent conversion and desire to work on board a Domain ship.

"Good. Also glad you handled those navigation problems so easily. Some of them would have even stumped our last nav."

The trip to the ship didn't take long. Rissah felt the excitement grow in her chest as she watched the ship come closer and closer through the armorglass viewing ports stretching down the curved corridor. For years - no, decades, she'd dreamed of this moment: joining a crew as the creature she knew she was always meant to be. The excitement made her nervous and she almost stumbled over her own feet. She grinned despite the near-trip because it reminded her of how different she was now. She was as far away from human as she was from the oppressive rules, structures, and artificial limitations foisted upon the people of her home planet in the Core Systems, where a particularly aggressive and tyrannical strain of orthodox thought took hold when she was a child. Body modifications were illegal, even piercings and tattoos, under the new rules. Having spent over fifty years living by those absurd laws, where even thinking differently than the approved list of political philosophies could end in jail sentences or worse, she was now free... free to be who she knew she really was deep inside. And My Rockets are Up Here was the ticket she needed to complete her transformation.

Becoming a shark had been... interesting. Not quite fun, but enjoyable and also a little... sad. She didn't miss being human, but Rissah did miss the person who helped her shed her former self.

The shark pushed those thoughts aside as the airlock for My Rockets are Up Here came into view. She looked instead towards the wolftaur, who large backside jostled side to side as she trotted down the corridor. Even from behind, Rissah could only watch with no small amount of jealousy as the tauress's enormous chest swung side to side. The stretchy top kept things held mostly in place, but had enough give for the wolftaur to show off her assets, and Rissah found herself mesmerized by both the ship and its leader - despite her protests, it was clear the large female ran a tight ship with a savvy attitude.

The wolftaur pressed a button on a control panel next to the airlock.

"Abraham, register Rissah, shark, new crew member. Full privileges."

"Registered. Welcome home, captain," a smooth, buttery computer voice said.

"Don't call me captain," the wolftaur snapped as the airlock smoothly opened. "We strive for an egalitarian commune focused on the well-being and development of all its members regardless of class or status. Come on, Rissah."

"Aye aye, captain," Abraham said as the airlock doors closed behind them. The wolftaur glared over her shoulder at the control panel as Rissah suppressed a giggle.

The interior doors opened after a moment, not needing to cycle any air as the ship was already on station pressure. The inside of the ship was not what Rissah expected. Every bulkhead, every wall, every ceiling and floor tile was covered in a riot of colorful murals depicting landscapes, cities, ships, space battles, planets, flowers, animals, people... Rissah tried to focus on it all as the wolftaur led her to the right.

"This is the way to the front of the ship. Weapons, navigation, and life support. Back of the ship has living quarters. I'll give you a full tour later," Ryder said as they approached a bulkhead with a mural of a vixen on her back, legs spread to reveal a dainty maleness and wet female sex, while a set of breasts three times the size of her head spread to either side of her chest. She lay in a bed of dark green grass and white flowers on an unidentified planet.

Noticing Rissah's eyes widen at the pornographic painting, Ryder let out a short bark of laughter.

"One of our crewmates has an artistic bent. That's Tessalina. She was with us for a few years."

The wolftaur slapped a button on the control panel next to the bulkhead and it slid smoothly upwards, revealing the interior of the wide bridge. A single narrow viewport stretched across the front of the ship, angled upwards as the sloping ceiling curled down, revealing a fantastic look at the shining lights of distant stars.

A short, thin otter with an overly long tail and an even shorter, smaller kobold with black scales and glowing yellow eyes greeted them. The otter wore a red jumpsuit with silver trim.

"Ryder! Welcome back, captain! And you must be Rissah!" the otter said, stepping forward with a webbed paw held out. She wore a red one-piece jumpsuit with silver trim around the collar and wrists. The sleeveless garment showed off her purely mechanical left arm, an interesting choice considering the plethora of realistic cyborg arms available on the market.

As Ryder mumbled something about not calling her captain, Rissah reached out and grasped the otter's paw.

"Yes, I'm Rissah," she said. "Pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Trill," the otter said. "Welcome aboard!"

The kobold danced closer. His feet never stopped moving, though when he held out his scaled fingers, they were steady as boulders and squeezed with surprising strength around Rissah's smooth hand. He wore a pair of black shorts and nothing else, leaving his broad shoulders and flat stomach on display. He had no nipples or belly button, just a smooth and slightly muscular torso covered in scales, while his short tail draped over the waistband of the shorts in the back. Clawed toes scraped across the metal floor as he leaned forward, nostrils flaring as the dragon-like little male sniffed at Rissah's scent.

"Gunthar. You into weapons? I really like the new X-3000 railgun. Just installed it. Wanna take some potshots later? I heard there's a few Core ships near the edge of the system. It's so great! Just... KABOW! Kabloom! POW!"

The kobold's grip loosened and he danced away, tail flicking maniacally side to side as he launched himself into a bank of control panels. His claws slid across the consoles as he caressed the machinery, nearly purring with happiness.

"Ryder, every delivery came on time for once!" he said. "I've got it all... the new Mako rockets... the titanium chain-laser array... the anti-bio beam... even the... the... the Moon Blaster cannon... ooooh... my pretties, we're going to have so much fun!"

Ryder's tail swiped across the back of Rissah's robe, drawing the shark's eyes upwards.

"Don't mind Gunthar. He's a little obsessed with firepower."

The shark grinned as she watched the small black-scaled creature whispering to the consoles and tapping various buttons to charge and de-charge the systems.

"You know the rules, Gunthar... no firing at Domain ships unless they fire on us first, and definitely no arming of weapons next to the Dahlia!" Ryder said, turning her large lower body to face the yellow-eyed kobold.

"I know, I know... so let's go! My babies are just aching for a good fight! Hee!"

Trill grinned and led Rissah towards a console on the other side of the large bridge as Ryder padded over to make sure Gunthar wasn't about to blow up half the system.

"You have astrometric training, right? The new navigator?"

The shark nodded as she sat down. "Yes, though most of my time was spent teaching pilots rather than doing it myself the last ten years."

"Don't worry, we got this navigation system from a rocking Core ship we toasted a few years back. It's a little out of date, but Abraham makes sure we get the most out of it."

Rissah smiled as she ran her fingers over the familiar console. "Thrusters?"

"One hundred and eighty of them, providing full control locally. For interstellar, we've got a pair of Light Cruisers Mark Eleven."

Rissah's lips pressed together. "Wow... you gotta get somewhere fast, huh?"

Trill grinned. "Always."

"Okay, team," the black wolftaur said, padding over to a customized panel display that surrounded her upper body and provided several options for her forelegs as well. "Time to get going. We've got a contract to fill, and My Rockets are Up Here always delivers. Easy first job to break in the newbie, as well."

"Letsgoletsgoletsgo!" Gunthar said, leaping into the air.

"Rissah... take us out."

The shark tapped a few commands into her console. "Abraham?" she asked aloud.

"Yes, Rissah," the electronic voice said from a small speaker set into her console.

"Please disengage the docking clamps."

"Done."

"Thruster check, please."

"Thrusters at 99.5 percent efficiency."

The shark's smooth fingers trembled slightly as she slid them up the console, diverting power to the engines. The ship shuddered momentarily before moving away from the station and into open space. The bridge was silent except for Gunthar's muttering as they moved far enough out of the Dahlia's gravity well to achieve interstellar.

"Abraham, set course for Kip, Uomouramoua System, three-quarter max," Ryder said.

"Course laid in."

Trill piped in next. "Life support and aux systems green."

"Weapons GREEN!"

"Engage main drive."

Rissah's heart fluttered. Was this really happening? She was part of a crew? Free of the oppression of the Core system? Free to make her own way, her own choices?

And it all started with a single press of a button. The ship went hyperlight, stretching the stars through the viewport into indistinct smears of white that soon filled the window. Interstellar didn't feature a whole lot to look at and, without sensors, there wasn't much to monitor, either.

The otter stood up and stretched, wiggling their long tail. "I'll be down in the computer room," they said. "Use the comm if you need me."

After she left, Ryder glanced over at the shark. "Trill and Abraham haven't had much quality time lately," she said, smirking.

"Abraham? The computer?"

"I am an artificial intelligence matrix with a personality overlay," Abraham said. "I'm not just a computer, Rissah."

"Sorry, Abraham. A lot of this is new to me. Where are you from?"

"Originally, I'm not sure. I've been in one ship or another for over a hundred years," the voice said. "But I do remember a few things, like the planet Earth, and a Domain ship called the Ahab."

"The Ahab? I know that ship," Rissah said. "It was a Core battlecruiser, one of the largest, and it went missing over 75 years ago."

"Yes, under mysterious circumstances of which I can recall nothing," Abraham said. "Unfortunately, my memory banks were damaged somehow, and of course, I don't recall what caused... cauuuused... cauuuuuuuuuuuuuuused that either!"

The computer's voice stretched into digital garbage for several long moments.

"Excuse me, Rissah," he said, sounding embarrassed. "Trill just arrived and is... iiiiiiiiiiissssssss having sooooooooommmmmmmeeeeeee fuuuuuunnnnnnnn. Matrix unavailable. Maintenance mode initiated. Local controls locked out. Please do not distuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-"

The lights flickered on the bridge and Abraham's voice abruptly cut off. Ryder grinned and relaxed, leaning her heavy upper body back into the customized controller seat that accommodated not only her long and wide taur body, but her oversized chest as well.

"They'll be busy for a few hours at least."

Rissah stared at the speaker. She'd heard of biologics and computers getting... intimate. But it sounded like Trill and Abraham had a much deeper relationship than that.

"Gunthar, I'm going to show Rissah her quarters. Try not to blow anything up while I'm gone."

"Sure, sure, sure," the kobold said, yellow eyes dancing. "I'm going to run some simulations. KABLOOM! Ha ha ha! High score! Triple hit! POW POW POW POW POW!"

Ryder showed Rissah the small lounge with the entertainment display ("Recently updated!"), the exercise gym ("New weights, just picked 'em up yesterday."), and the four equally-sized rooms for the crew ("Yours is... uh... a little plain.").

Rissah's room was, indeed, very bare. The gray metal walls didn't seem limiting to the shark, however, who stepped inside and looked around with a sense of wonder. Her space - her very own place where nobody else could come unless she wanted them to. That small freedom was enough, and she turned to the wolftaur, throwing her arms around the large canine's shoulders. She had to stand on the tips of her toes as her long tail swayed beneath her blue robe. She squeezed herself into Ryder's chest until the large taur patted her on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Ryder... this is... this is wonderful!"

"Never seen someone get so emotional over an empty room, but hey, glad you like it," Ryder said. "You can see we got you a mattress and some blankets, as well as a few spare changes of clothes. Once we get paid from this contract, you'll have some funds to get a few more things to make it your own. I noticed you were traveling light."

Rissah nodded. She'd left everything - literally everything, even her clothes - behind when she escaped the Core systems.

"Thanks, Ryder... I really mean it. For giving me this chance."

"Hey, if you're half as good with the nav as you should be on paper, you're worth it."

The wolftaur's fingers squeezed Rissah's shoulder and the shark pressed in even closer, nostrils flaring at the scent of the canine's pelt. Ryder smelled good, musky, a little like the forests she remembered from her youth, before they'd been stripped and replaced with more temples and re-education schools. She leaned forward, enjoying the closeness and warmth, something she hadn't experienced since her time with the Shapers, when she left even her humanity behind.

Ryder grinned as she dropped her paws down to the shark's lower back. Her overly large chest flattened against Rissah's moderate torso, filling up the gap between them and forcing Rissah's chin to tip upwards as the white splotch of fur covering Ryder's cleavage squeezed together through the stretched neckline of her high-tech dark-blue top. The shark's tail lifted, the orange hue darkening and flushing as she stretched her fingers deeper into Ryder's pelt.

"You know... it's a few days until we reach the rendezvous," the wolftaur said, her voice husky and low. "I don't normally make it a habit to sleep with my crewmates right after they come aboard, but..."

The shark's pointed muzzle pressed forward between the wolftaur's upper breasts as her fingers tightened around the back of Ryder's neck.

"In that case..."

Ryder pulled off her top with one easy motion, tossing it aside as all six of her heavy, round orbs bounced and jiggled in the cool open air. Fat, puffy black nipples poked through the white diamond of fur in the center of the six breasts, which stretched from the top of her cleavage of the upper set to the bottom of the cleavage of the lower, down near where her upper body melded to her taurhalf. She grinned at Rissah as the shark stared, eyes wide, fingers moving quickly to explore and tease the thick nips on display. A shiver ran down the wolftaur's long spine as the shark's wet muzzle wrapped around the nearest one, while her fingers caressed and pinched a few more.

"Oooh... oooh, watch... watch those... t-teeth!" the wolftaur growled, a heat flaring in her belly as she leaned forward, pressing the shark back against the smooth metal bulkhead and smothering her with all six oversized mammaries.

Rissah did no such thing and squirmed back against the powerful taur's body as her arms wrapped around them, squeezing and pressing and tugging until she heard Ryder's breath coming in small, sharp gasps of pleasure. One of Ryder's forelegs lifted and curled the toes around her robe, tugging on it meaningfully.

The shark's umber tone darkened again as she felt Ryder step back, giving her a little bit of space. Rissah undid the clasp hidden in the neckline of her cloak and the light blue garment fell to the floor, exposing her bare, smooth body beneath. Ryder's eyes widened when she saw the fully aroused hemipenes protruding from the shark's hips, side-by-side, each an impressive length and girth. The pink malenesses tapered to a smooth point at the tips. Rissah's orange skin was lighter on the throat and that same color spread across her chest and belly, covering her full breasts and taut, toned belly. The lighter creamy orange continued down the insides of her thighs and the underside of her long tail. Short and blunt stripes of dark orange, almost brown, wrapped around her shoulders, arms, back, and legs, getting smaller on their way to her extremities. Without the robe, Ryder could also see the shark's back fin, which was tipped with a horizontal line of white and a horizontal stripe of black on top of that. Similar fins, though smaller in size, appeared at the top of her tail, just past the base, as well as on the bottom sides, matching the colors of the finned end.

Ryder reached down, eyes narrowing as she wrapped a paw around one of the shark's thick members. Rissah groaned and leaned in, muzzle opening to clamp around one of the wolftaur's fat and puffy nipples. For a few minutes, they explored each other, teasing and stroking and suckling as their twin heats built up higher and higher. Rissah's hips pumped into Ryder's paw, stroking her long and thick pink shafts against the wolftaur's pads, as the wolftaur's sensitive nipples hardened in the eager shark's muzzle.

"E... easy," Ryder gasped, feeling Rissah's fingers wrap around her teats and squeeze again, tugging and twisting until her whole body was shivering. She could feel a mess of warmth dribbling down the insides of her thighs from her excited feminine sex and tapped her hind legs against the floor, scraping her claws as she let out a needful growl.

"Mmmhhh..." was the shark's only response as she squeezed closer, teeth pricking and nipping at the wolf's taut nipples with even more urgency.

Ryder found herself backed up towards the bed, then pushed onto it so that she fell backwards, tipping over until her shoulders pressed into the mattress. Her long taur-body curled over the edge, all four legs up in the air and tail draping down to the floor, while her upper body rested on top of the stack of blankets and pillows, keeping her upper body at a high angle. Rissah's low growl echoed in the room as she straddled the taur's belly, keeping the two powerful appendages angled out and away, while both hands reached out to grasp the dark, thick fur coating Ryder's long underside.

Rissah's brain felt like it was on fire as she inhaled the wolfess's musk. It tingled her nostrils and spurred her as she moved her hips lower, kneeling between the taur's hind legs and spreading them apart with her hands. Ryder's moans of pleasure echoed through the small room when Rissah's hips lowered, dragging her twin hemipenes, down across the wolf's exposed slit.

Using one paw to guide herself in, Rissah shuddered as her throbbing arousal pulsed against each other. The wolftaur's eyes opened, then closed shut tight as she felt the twins enter her at the same time, quickly filling her aching pussy with warmth and thickness. Rissah's body took over from her mind as she pressed forward, thrusting in, driving herself to the hilt and eliciting a long and loud gasp of pleasure from the wolftaur beneath her. Ryder's forelegs draped down over the shark's back to either side of her fin as she pulled back, only to thrust in again and get yet another satisfyingly loud and long moan from the wolf.

"Nnnngghhh... ooooh, yes," Rissah groan, cooing as she pumped her hips faster, dragging her twins out and thrusting them in with efficient and ruthless energy.

Ryder's claws scraped down her backside as she upped the pace. Rissah reached up, fingers stretching to find the lower set of breasts on the large taur's upper torso and latching on, getting even more wriggling and clenching from the excited wolfess as she pumped away. The shark's own torso squeezed between Ryder's forelegs, flattening into her fur, nipples scraping over the soft fuzz and sending extra tingling down the shark's spine. Ryder's forepaws curled around Rissah's shoulders, awkwardly tugging and scraping claws across the shark's bare backside.

The need inside Rissah only grew as she humped and pumped, knees bent and thighs straining, filling the wolfess again and again with her twin hemipenes, stretching her open as she went to the hilt over and over again. Ryder's head tipped back and her tongue lolled out of her muzzle as she tried her best to push back, desperate to feel the shark's thickness inside her.

Rissah's breathing quickened. Her skin flushed, this time getting lighter in color. Her fingers dug into the taur's upper body, squeezing her palms into the fat nipples, as she slammed her hips forward, once, twice, three times, and held herself deep, a satisfied moan of pure carnal desire rolling over her lips. She was joined by Ryder, whose long black muzzle opened halfway as a startled growl erupted. The sudden orgasm caused the taur's body to go limp as the shark's twin hemipenes invaded, flooding her feminine sex with thick and hot seed. Her forelegs squeezed around Rissah's shoulders, holding her in as she twitched and wriggled and gasped with pleasure.

"Oooooh... oh, yes... yes!"

Rissah wasn't sure if that was her or the wolfess moaning, but she didn't care as the peak of her orgasm thrilled up her spine. Her long tail smacked down against the metal floor as she pushed as deeply as she could, holding herself there as the wolfess's warm and tight pussy rippled around every inch of her twins.

They lay together in that entangled mess for some time before Rissah's hips moved, slowly pulling herself free. Ryder shivered, trying not to moan through clamped lips, as the shark's cocks dragged up her taur body. Rissah's teeth resumed their inspection of the taur's oversized torso, nipping and nibbling and pulling on each fat nub in turn as the wolf's lower half shivered with pleasure.

Satisfied with her work, Rissah eventually pulled her muzzle away from the saliva soaked, pleasure-tortured nipples, allowing Ryder a brief respite before finding herself pulled and pushed into a new position.

"Damn... you really needed this, didn't you?" she gasped.

Her forelegs splayed across the mattress as her hind legs spread apart. Rissah moved between them, pulling on Ryder's thick tail, keeping it lifted up as her fully aroused hemipenes pressed lewdly forward, still as hard as before.

"I did... I didn't realize how bad," the shark said, her voice a low grunt. "Now lean back..."

Ryder's eyes closed as she did, her upper body leaning back almost so her shoulders touched the top of her rump. Rissah's fingers wrapped around her upper and largest set of breasts, clutching at them and fondling the fat nubs capping them as she pressed her hips forward, teasing her twin thicknesses across the taur's pussy. The pointed tips soon found their way in, leading to another loud of eager moans from both shark and wolf.

Rissah's hips pounded faster, harder, rougher this time, as her fingers grasped and palmed at the wolf's chest, keeping her leaned back, belly exposed. Rissah leaned in, nuzzling and licking and biting her way along the taur's thick ruff of neck fur. Each time her sharp white teeth nicked the taur's skin through her pelt, she was rewarded with an extra tight squeeze to thrust into.

Then she discovered Ryder's ears.

The large wolftaur's moans doubled in volume as soon as the shark's breath washed across the flicking triangles. Her body twisted away, but the shark held her tight, keeping her shoulders back as she attacked them with her lips and teeth. The taur's backside rippled, clenching and squeezing and grinding as Rissah's tongue delved around the inner edge.

"NNnnnfffffuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

The taur came, back legs splaying further apart as she lost the ability to keep them up. Her lower belly pressed into the edge of the mattress as the shark's pounding only intensified, short and hot and almost vicious little thrusts accompanied by each lovely bite and nibble. Rissah's breath echoed in her ears as the moaning shark took completely control. One paw remained around the taur's breast; the other wrapped around the base of her tail and tugged upwards as she pumped in deep.

Ryder came again. She came again, and again. The wolfess wasn't sure which way was up as the shark's fingers seemed to be everywhere, tugging on her tail or pinching at her nipples, sliding up her throat and forcing her head to tip back further. Her ears went flat, but that was no escape from the predator's sharp white teeth either. Ryder's forelegs twitched as she felt the shark's hips bouncing off her plump backside, each time burying the twin shafts to the hilt.

As Ryder came for... whatever time it was, she'd lost count after six or seven, Rissah finally approached her own release. She pushed in hard, holding herself deep again, and leaned forward, muzzle buried in the wolftaur's thick neck fur. Her hips squeezed in as she almost slipped on the smooth floor and grasped at Ryder's breasts with her paws to keep herself upright as she filled the taur's aching pussy for a second time.

Exhausted, Ryder slumped over onto her side. Rissah leaned over, still buried, as the huge taur's body twisted around her twins. The shark's moan drowned out the taur's gasps as the two slumped together, half on and half off the mattress below.

"Nnnnggh... fuck," Ryder gasped. "That wasn't... what I was expecting..."

The shark's chest inflated with each heavy, quick breath of air.

"I'm sorry... I was too rough..."

Ryder grinned and lifted a head, sensitive ears flicking towards the shark leaning over her elongated lower body.

"Are you kidding? That was amazing. If I'd known you were a dom, I'd have jumped you back in the station."

"Dom?"

"Dominant... you know, a top?"

Rissah's lips spread in a smile. "Oooh... well... I guess we both learned something today."

"You didn't know?" Ryder asked. "I know I said when we hired you that we don't ask too many questions, but... just how old are you?"

Rissah laughed as she disentangled herself, waiting for Ryder's groans to subside before curling up against the taur's upper torso, arms wrapping around the heavy and fully orbs. Ryder's fingers and claws teased down her lower back as they squeezed together.

"I've only been this way for... let's see... about three months? Before that, I was in the Core my whole life."

"So you've never..."

"Strictly vanilla," the shark said.

"And you're that good without any practice?"

Rissah smiled again, thinking back to her time with the Shapers and one particular resident of the aquatic complex where she transformed.

"Well... I've had a little practice, but you're only my second."

The taur's eyes twinkled as she stretched her arms out, shivering from the tip of her long tail, up her lower body, and through her shoulders and neck.

"You are going to get a lot more practice, Rissah," she purred. "Just watch those teeth... mmmff..."

A sudden klaxon alarm blared through the ship. Gunthar's voice popped over the intercom.

"It wasn't me! I was just doing sims!"

Abraham cut in.

"Maintenance mode disengaged. Ryder, two Core torpedo frigates detected. They've deployed an anti-warp field outside the Krudex System. We've gone to sub-light. They are on course for us and we're being hailed."

"Krudex isn't a Core system... it's not even close. What the hell are they doing out here?" Ryder demanded, awkwardly wrestling herself to her large feet as Rissah rushed to collect her robe. "All hands, to the bridge. Gunthar, warm up the weapons systems, but don't fire yet. Any other ships detected, Abraham?"

"Negative. Nothing for light years around."

Ryder paused at the exit to the room and took her shirt from Rissah. She pulled it over her head as she galloped down the corridor, not needing to see to know the way as Rissah stumbled after her, still fully hard beneath her cloak. They made it to the bridge moments before the otter and rushed to their respective seats.

"They're still hailing us, Captain."

"Don't call me captain. Put it on the viewer."

The face that appeared wasn't familiar to Abraham, Ryder, Gunthar, or Trill, but Rissah's belly contracted into a knot when she realized who was in one of those torpedo frigates. She slunk low in her seat, hoping the screen wouldn't show her face.

"This isn't Core space," Ryder spat. "What the fuck are you doing deploying anti-warps out here?"

"Well, well, well," the human on the other side of screen said. "My fishing expedition worked. That's the thing about you Domain scum - someone is always willing to give us the information we need for a little profit."

The smug look on the man's face took on a darker tone as he eyes narrowed over his clean-shaven face. "You are harboring a dangerous fugitive responsible for the deaths of half a dozen Core security personnel. Please turn her over immediately and you can be on your way."

Three pairs of eyes - and one digital set - turned towards Rissah, who slunk even lower in her seat as the human continued.

"Purity Marigold Heavensent, you are under arrest. If you do not come aboard willingly in the next five minutes, we will open fire. Contact me when you decide to make the correct decision."

The screen blanked and Ryder stood on all four legs, approaching Rissah. The shark turned and looked weakly up at her, lips pulling back in a grim smile.

"Who the hell is that, Rissah?" the wolftaur demanded.

The shark's eyes turned back towards the blank viewer, staring right through it as she spoke two simple words:

"My husband."

To be continued...