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Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Sandy manages to get herself up in the morning, the young, 23 year old sighing as she's forced to leave the soft, warm pillows below her.. Her phone light is blinking, great a text from work.. 'High profile client, can you come in about 1? Really need our best on this one!' No follow up, so nobody else took it. The cheetah hybrid just sits there. It's 11:13 AM.. Naomi is still fast asleep.. Her gaming group won't get together till late evening.. She sighs and sends back 'fine, but you'd better not complain if I go hard on him.' and sits her phone down. "Mnn.." Naomi stirs and peeks her eyes open.. She blinks as her light blue eyes meet Sandy's golden cheetah eyes first thing. "What happened..?" "Well you had some alcohol, you grabbed me, and drug me up here then squeezed me like a pillow all night." Naomi just stares up at her then lets her head fall back to the pillow. "I see.. This alcohol thing is.. weird."

After a shower, and a change of clothes, Sandra explains to Naomi how earth showers work, and leaves her to it. She has friends stay occasionally so there's spare shampoo and soap for the vulpine to use. "Now, while she's busy.." Sandy heads down the stairs to the kitchen to get some breakfast started. She pauses for a moment, 'Right, need to go to work.' she thinks and decides to grab one of her shakes from the refrigerator. Though what would Naomi do? Would a protein shake be enough for her..? The cheetah stands and ponders, she ends up looking around for breakfast foods for something too cook. Naomi comes down in the baggy clothes Sandy left out for her, though on her large frame they're barely fitting.. Her fox ears stand up seeing the cheetah's thin, but curvy form pondering, deep in thought as she tries to remember what earth foxes eat.. "Hello?" Sandy's attention shoots over to the vulpine. "Do your people eat protein?" There's a pause.. "Protein..?" Sandy, being a personal trainer explains how earthling bodies use protein, carbs etc, and Naomi nods. "Of course, but our word for it is different." "Good, here you go." She sits out two bottled protein shakes. "So I'm going out to jog before work, help yourself to the TV, uhh.. Don't answer the door for anyone." "Answer the door?" "Don't open it." Sandy slips out of the room and out the door, just like that shes off to go jogging.

Vulpine_Supercarrier_ CNV Vigilant, Flagship of Battlegroup Layan Qasim

The massive Vulpine Supercarriers are a force to be reckoned with. A lone supercarrier can destroy fleets, however they are always accompanied by their standard layout of 4 Battleships, 12 Cruisers, and 24 Destroyers to make certain nothing gets by them. Each ship of this battlegroup has a blue marking on the hull. Colors are very significant in vulpine society as their hair and eye colors can naturally form more pigments than that of earth. Blue, after the dark blue locks of General Layan Qasim, a truly formidable leader during the Vulpine rise to power in their home galaxy. However, that story is another to tell. The Vigilant's CIC doors open, revealing a very angry pink-haired Vulpine. Her armored suit reveals her curvy nature, however her armor plates help leave more of her to the imagination. Her suit is black with blue highlights, to designate her battlegroup, and rank markings on her collar, below the coupling for an atmospheric helmet. Most of their race, like her, have one tail, the nine-tailed kitsune are a far more rare breed. The angered vulpine approaches the central terminal, several crew sitting around it, try not to jump when she throws down her data pad and it slides across the larger holotable. Admiral Giroude's voice comes firm, but softer than one would expect of her rank, "Why didn't we have better intel on Sol-03? We should have been able to tell that a backwater planet HAD ORBITAL DEFENSES!" She finally loses her temper.. Admiral Giroude has been on edge all night, after all a member of her race is now stranded on a world assumed by their people to be uncivilized and barbaric. "A-apologies Admiral." One crewman finally states, but looks down as the admiral's bright pink eyes lock onto him. He looks down at his terminal.. "W-We assumed the humans and furs of Earth to be primitive still.. Utilizing fossil fuels and using missiles to push themselves into space. The Captain's report even showed that they had only just stopped trying to kill each other!" "You assumed?" She asks.. "N-Not me directly, admiral!" She finally lets off a strained sigh.

"Commander Monroe." she calls, one of her officers comes down from the outer ring of terminals, a dirty blonde male with deep blue eyes and a scruffy beard. He salutes, a clenched fist over the left side of their chest. A strong presentation. He drops his fist and folds his hands behind his back. His uniform is well pressed and maintained, a standard cloth used on the vulpine homeworld. Light and breathable, and gives enough to allow full movement. The white, blue highlighted uniform is standard among the fleet, though like most officers his skin-tight, armored suit is beneath in case the ship should be boarded he can immediately fight. "Commander. How long will it take _Pegasus_to reach earth?" His voice is much deeper then the admiral's. "Ma'am. It should take them 2 weeks, but it will also take time for them to locate the captain." Shes quiet a moment.. "How long to move the entire battlegroup?" The room goes quieter.. "Ma'am.. the battlegroup would take roughly a month to move." He states. "Transmit to bridge, start us off, full speed. I want to at least be on our way."

Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, roughly an hour and a half later.

Sandy stops at the entrance to the gym she works at. Shes panting, her modest breasts rising and falling as she pants after her jog. Her black and green sports bra and jogging shorts keep her perfectly contained, and help to detract onlookers. She heads inside and spots an obviously rich human talking at the desk. 'High profile client', great. She slips into the back to get into the staff shower and locker room. It's smaller than the others, 2 shower stalls and a small changing room on each side, separated for men and women, with a small bathroom sized shower room inbetween for, well, anyone inbetween. Sandy had never actually seen inside. She grabs her uniform from the rack in her locker and sits down, sighing as she runs a hand across her pulled back hair. She can see her cheetah print hair in a nearby mirror.. Some people find it weird that hybrid's hair grow in the pattern of their animal and fur counterparts, some own it, and some spend tons of money changing their hair. Sandy changes there in the locker room, she isn't too bothered by the other female employees, even though Sandy's additional asset down under tends to lead to some misunderstandings with her fully female coworkers. Once shes in her uniform she stretches.. That overtime for this will be sweet. And she better get a damn good tip on top of it. Sandy's gym logo'd white shirt is something male members love to see, however all are disappointed when they realize she is a very intelligent cat that wears her sports bra beneath. The black shorts she wears are nice and flexible, and made of a material designed not to heat up under friction, otherwise her running speed could make her jogging shorts and work shorts combust!

That's how Sandy knows her job loves her, clothing like her uniform has to be custom ordered from one of a few companies that make high-friction clothing for cheetahs. As she exits the locker room she looks over at the wall clock, 1:25, perfect. She walks over to the main desk and waves to the desk girl, who signs her in on the system. "So wheres my client?" The young brunette human smirks up at the cheetah. "By the treadmills, hes not happy you made him wait~" She teases. Sandy rolls her eyes. Shes 5 minutes early! "His name is Mr Mercer. Be good, girl." "I will~ When you coming over again, Lucy?" The brunette smiles and shrugs as Sandy walks off. Meanwhile Naomi is at Sandy's home, methodically testing the TV remote, discovering how things work.

"Mr Mercer?" Sandy calls as she approaches. Even his workout clothing looks rich.. a tight pair of sport shorts and a tank top that somehow reveals his wealth. Oh, the gold watch doesn't hurt either. "Oh, finally. I was told my training partner would be a.. Hybrid.." The way he says hybrid certainly rubs Sandy the wrong way, but she smiles. "So we'll start off slow, how about a half mile jog, and we'll move up to a run from there." Jogging such a short distance is nothing for Sandy, shes trained her body for her whole life to have high stamina.

After a good jog, some running, long distance exercise, a break, and finally a long endurance run the human wipes the sweat from his forehead. Somehow his slicked, black hair isn't even tussled. "Amazing.. I had (huff) heard that cheetahs were (huff!) fast!" "Well of course!" Sandy isn't panting nearly as bad, her jog around the neighborhood before work is much harder thanks to stairs and hills. "Excellent, absolutely marvelous.. How would you like to be a private instructor, Ms Wilcke?" "Wha? Nah nah.. I like my job here just fine.. Besides I.. Need to get home to my sick sister..!" "Well, if you change your mind." He flicks out a business card from nowhere! "Wha, where did you..?" He's already walking off, did he only come here to try to recruit someone..? Sandy sighs.. Its been a couple of hours now.. Shit, she should go check on Naomi. Make sure the alien in her home hasn't destroyed anything..

As Sandy walks home in her jogging clothes she hears someone whistle.. A human jogging in the opposite direction.. He's eyeing her, which normally would actually please her, but.. "I'm packing extra, keep moving." He has the typical reaction men do to her.. He speeds up to go on past. After all, Hybrids having both genitals is common enough, so he knows what she means. Her short, rounded ears flatten as she walks.. She wants it, she isn't a whore or even that promiscuous. She doesn't even want to use /that/ but once it gets hard the few men that stay feel emasculated and-- Sandy groans to ward off her thoughts. She'll find someone special one day. But in the meantime.. Even she gets that itch on occasion..

Sandy soon comes to her house.. There's a strange car parked at the street.. 'oh god..' she thinks and dashes to the house and through the door! "Sandra! I caught a thief. I'm unaware how you handle such things!" Naomi, looking shorter and with only one tail, is sat on top of a tied up and gagged tabby boy. Sandy knows his family from down the road, hes only 20 and obviously been crushing on the cheetah. "Naomi, let him go.. He's harmless." The kitsune seems miffed by the idea but unties the boy. Sandy spots a bit of sky blue cloth in his pocket and swipes it! "H-Hey wait! Ms Sandra!" She pins her ears as her dirty panties dangle from her pinched fingers.. "Well, you're brave I'll give you that." For a moment the primal part of her brain wants to take him upstairs and make him a man.. But his mother wouldn't approve of a girl like her. "Just.. (sigh) Go home, Mark, okay? I won't tell your mother." He nods ashamed and scurries out.. He doesn't get into the car..? Ah, must just be someone using her driveway. Sandra has a car but it just sits in the garage, who the hell drives in Pittsburgh anyway? Her attention turns to Naomi. "You shrunk." "Indeed. My people can use what your race refers to as magic. I simply camouflaged myself to avoid undue complications." "Hm.." Sandy muses.. "So you mean to say you don't have to stretch my clothes." Naomi blinks... "... Indeed." Sandy groans and walks past her housemate.. "You seem stressed." "Of course I'm stressed! I only have a few hours to relax before I go out with friends." "Why don't you stay if you're stressed?" "Because Its game night and I want to go play, it relaxes me." "It isn't relaxing you now, Sandra." "But it will when I start playing, Naomi." "... Can I go?" Sandy stops and looks over at her now normal sized roomie.. "Wha? Do.. do you even know how tabletop RPGs work?" Naomi blinks.. "I have no idea what any of that sentence meant, so no." Sandy ponders a moment.. Then grins.. "You know what? Sure."

After a quick dinner Sandy gets into a tshirt and jeans. She doesn't expect to be running, so pants are fine. She stares at her small set of shoes and decides on sneakers for today. Getting Naomi dressed is the weirdest event of her entire life, since Naomi's magic can morph her own body she can make her feet the same as Sandy's, therefore, perfect fitting shoes! Once dressed Naomi looks over her clothes. Sandy was able to get the Kitsune's generous bust into a baggy tshirt and some jean shorts that go down to her knees. "Perfect. Remember, one tail only, you look like a fox hybrid so that's fine. No magic, no alien stuff." Naomi nods! "I'm ready, Sandra." Naomi is ever the militant one, however she finds it strange that even she is excited to explore earth. She has always had a fascination with the blue and green marble, something about such a soft and delicate species like earthlings really intrigues her. While Sandy and Naomi walk the fox girl looks around, interested by just how many people are on the sidewalks, the vehicles stopped along the roads confuse her.. "Why do some people use cars? Walking seems faster." "Because the inside of the car has climate control, and is generally more comfortable. Those people have a lot farther to travel then we do."

"Over here." Naomi looks over to Sandy and follows her up some steps to an apartment building.. "Ah! Mass housing!" "Its an apartment complex." She pulls out her phone and calls her friend... and waits... -bzzzzCLACK- Sandy opens the door. "Damn dude, could at least answer the phone and say hi." She waves Naomi in and closes the door. "Listen.. Sam is going to be kind of weird, so just humor him, he's harmless." "Eh?" Naomi follows her up the staircase up.. and up.. and "How high up does this Sam live?" Naomi asks. "Top floor. 6 sets of stairs." Naomi comes out onto the top floor with Sandy, looking around.. The complex is nothing special, a carpeted hallway, well lit. Sandy walks down to another door, then takes a deep breath.. She knocks. There's silence.. Naomi is very pensive about this. She's unsure what to expect.. In fact this could be a human trap! The door finally opens.. Naomi's worries are quashed as a heavily overweight maine coon male answers the door. The fur steps away to allow the pair inside.. "You brought a woman this week?" "Sam, I AM a woman." "Hmm. So it seems." The large cat walks along to a large table he has set up and sits at the end. "The others are going to be a little late." Naomi is looking around perplexed.. There are shelves of small plastic women? "He collects a lot of anime stuff, come on, lets sit." Sandy plops into a chair like she owns the place, Naomi is more cautious, which isn't unnoticed by Sam. "Strange one. My chairs don't bite just because I'm a NEET." Naomi sits down, without a word.

There's idle chit-chat for a short bit between Sandra and Sam, then two more arrive, a human male and a fur border collie female. "Alright lady and gentlema--" The human pauses when he sees Naomi.. "Ladies and gentleman. Pack it in, we're taking tonight's session mobile." "Absolutely not!" Sam exclaims, rising like a knight, his fantasy voice is on now! "I shall not leave mine castle like this! Nay, you will-" "Sam, sam! They're having a big tabletop night at the bar. I know you don't drink, but the rest of us like_alcohol, and like _people." Sandy nods. Naomi quietly listens, experiencing genuine earthling interactions!

So the party goes to the bar, naturally. Sandra talks with her game mates along the way. She looks very out of place, being an athletic type, the human/fur couple are obviously somewhat nerdy, they're well dressed, the collie in a thick tank top and cargo pants, her partner in a band tshirt, denim jacket and khaki pants. Sam is begrudgingly walking along in a puffy jacket and cargo shorts. Luckily the large maine coon lives right near the bar, so he doesn't have to go far carrying his bag. He sits down, joined by Naomi while he sets up, the tables of the bar are pushed together to form larger tables for people to play at, there's younger people, older players, and one group is mixed up in age. Sam passes out the character sheets for everyone. Usually he keeps them since they play at his apartment every week. Naomi looks down as a blank sheet is placed in front of her. "While those guys go get their alcohol I'll help you set up a character.. It'll be quick and dirty but I can get you ready before the game starts."

During the game the group takes a hiatus and splits up temporarily. Sam stays hidden behind his DM board while Naomi slips off into the bathroom. Sandy stands at the bar, waiting for her drink while the couple went out for a bit of fresh air. There's suddenly a warm hand on her rear.. "Hey pussycat~" a suave jaguar hybrid says as he leans in.. "You look lonely.." His tanned skin and dark eyes look right into Sandy's enough, to make her melt a little.. "A little..~ I'm here with my tabletop group." "Yeah? Well, I have a tabletop at home if that's your speed.." "Pfft! Hahah.. You're trying to make me laugh, huh? That's a very good way to get me to soften up" She smiles up at the jaguar with her own seductive cheetah look.. "Well, I don't want you too soft." He grabs her crotch, making her nearly bolt upward! "Pretty obvious you have extra, but I don't mind too much.." Now he's really talking her language.. "I suppose I could.. But we need to finish tonight's campaig-- Ahh.." He leans in to her neck.. He knows how to woo a feline.. "One night away won't be too bad, right..?" "I.." She really wants it.. "I shouldn't.. I really wouldn't mind hooking up.. afterwards.." He rubs he bridge of his nose a little.. "Man, oh man.. Sorry toots but I ain't into waiting around." Her ears pin as he turns.. "Wonder if the fox girl is melting any easier.." fox girl..? "Naomi!" Sandy exclaims and runs for the bathroom! Naomi might not be equipped to handle a sleazy male coming at her! Just as Sandra gets near the door it flies off it's hinges! There's a partially undressed doberman fur half-embedded in the smashed metal door.. Naomi comes out, wiping her hands on a shred of the canine's shirt. "Sandra. I'm ready to resume now that I've had a sparring match, I'm finding this campaign of yours quite exhilarating!"

The rest of the night is blurry for Sandra.. She just watched a woman throw a fully grown canine fur through a door.. The bar staff are too afraid to call the cops on her, then again the guy is a well known pickup artist so nobody really feels bad. Sandra and Naomi head home well after midnight.. Sandra is walking along, somewhat buzzed while a semi-drunk Naomi rambles on in character. Her character ended up being a rogue fox, and she thoroughly enjoyed the sneaky rogue action, it seems. Sandra can barely comprehend.. It's taking all of her willpower to not get a hardon thinking about how Naomi could pick her up and slam her into the wall and just take her.. "Sandra?" Sandra snaps back.. Naomi jiggles the door handle. "Your security device needs to be released." "Heh.. Right, sorry." She unlocks the door and lets Naomi in.. As soon as the door shuts she turns and Sees Naomi at full size stretching, and stretching her clothes! She sighs, whatever.. She heads up while Naomi is pulling herself out of her pants.. Sandra simply undresses down to her shorts and bra and lays down, quickly joined by a shirt and panty clad vulpine..

Sandy finds herself in the living room.. The door shuts.. the handsome jaguar from the bar comes up behind her.. his yellowish jaguar spotted hair in her view as he bites her neck.. Sandy can't help but let out a loud moan, arching her back as his hands slide up her.. "So, about that table.." he says as she grins, leading him to the kitchen, slowly stripping her shirt off along the way.. Suddenly shes mashed into the wall and his lips are on hers, there's soft growling between them, feline on feline, two large cats.. Sandra cries out softly, breaking the kiss as his hands find her bra clasp in the back, releasing her bra and tossing it aside, leaving her modest B cups exposed, but not for long as his hands grasp them, going in for another kiss. Sandra's fingers dig into his pants, undoing the button, then tugging the zipper open as she pushes them down over his bulge. His hands leave her to help shove his pants down, her hands pinch the waist of his boxers as his pants violently rip her pants open! Sandy's ears perk as he pushes her jeans down eagerly, backing off just a little while he pushes her panties down to reveal her trimmed nethers and moist feline flower to him. His own hands push at his boxers while he leans in to lick at her, luckily he has a human tongue otherwise this would suck.. But Sandy is enjoying it, even as her eyes go wide when her partner's member finally springs from his boxers! Hes rocking a good 8 inches of human shaped penis, leaving her eagerly drooling as her hips gyrate, pushing gently into his face while his penis throbs in the open air..

After some brief teasing he stands and hugs her waist, lifting her.. "You're coming with me, kitty cat.." he says, Sandy only nods affirmation as he carries her to the bedroom, instead of dropping her on the bed he sit her down, grabs her by the thighs and lifts her against the wall! The poor feline gasps sharply! Shes needed her itch scratched so badly, she can feel his tip gently touch her lips, he's hot, shes wet. He doesn't waste time teasing her, he growls and bits her neck, making her cry out hotly as she smiles blissfully, drooling a little as Naomi's voice comes to her ear.. "Naughty earthling.." Sandra's eyes shoot wide open.. Naomi has her pinned to the wall, panting hotly, her eyes filled with lust as her large human shaped member prepares to go in.. "D-Don't tease me dammit.. Fuck me, Naomi.. F-Fuck me!" She gasps sharply, the vulpine doesn't waste time, she pushes herself in and that's that. Sandra is pressed into the wall, wrapping her arms around Naomi's neck and shoulders as Naomi goes for it. The cheetah holds on, panting and moaning as shes slammed into the wall, Naomi's hot alien cock pistoning in and out of her so hard she just wants to melt. Sandra can feel all of it, Naomi's thick head, the long, throbbing length, the pubes tickling her clit when Naomi bottoms out. A picture nearby falls off the wall as the 7 foot tall futa vulpine growls, digging her teeth into Sandra's shoulder, her member swelling, throbbing.. Sandy hopes she knows whats coming.. Is Naomi going to cum inside her..? Can a vulpine impregnate a cheetah? Naomi rams hard, smashing Sandy into the wall.. Shes feeling the excitement, deep in her shes ecstatic to feel a real creampie, someone actually willing to finish with her!

Sandy's eyes open.. There's sunlight, and.. Yep, a throbbing erection.. Of course the dream didn't finish.. She looks back, Naomi is still sleeping. She quickly slips out of bed and darts into the bathroom. She pants hotly, groaning as her 10 inch appendage jerks and throbs, making her grit her teeth, then gets into the tub, she leaves the water off, grasping herself and letting her tongue hang out of her mouth for a moment of bliss before she decides to rub her soaked thighs for some lubrication. Sandy grasps herself again, this time biting her bottom lip hard as she goes for it, fingertips digging into the tub wall as she tries to stay quiet, unsure how well Naomi's ears work as she quickly builds up! Sandra's legs quiver, her knees buckling as her ears perk, with her head tilted back and eyes shut she can't see, but she can hear thick, heavy gushes of her load hitting the bathtub floor, making her tremble in excitement as she finally releases herself..

Sandra manages to turn the shower on before she collapses and pants, her slowly softening member spurts weakly, finishing off as she gets softer and softer. Naomi perks out of bed and yawns.. "urrrgh.." she fwumps back over and holds her head.. She finally drags herself out of bed and tries the bathroom door, its locked. "Sandra..? My brain hurts.." Sandra's ears perk.. "Did I show you how to work the refrigerator?" ".. The what?" Sandra's ears pin back and her eyelids droop. "Go lay back down I'll get you some water In a minute." Naomi doesn't answer.. she crawls back into bed and lays face down. Sandra finishes up her shower and gets the pained kitsune to her feet. Sandra's own head aches slightly, but not too bad. "We call that a headache, Naomi.." She gets a glass from the cabinet and shows Naomi how to use the dispenser on the fridge. "See? Alcohol dehydrates you, so in the future when we have it, drink a full glass before bed. Okay?" "Mmhmm.." Naomi eagerly slugs down the glass and before Sandy even turns back with her own glass Naomi is filling up on more.

The pair end up on the couch together, both heads leaned back, waiting for headaches to go away.. "Last night was fun." Naomi says. "Yeah.. that jaguar was kinda cute.." Though she can't help but wonder if she was really so desperate she'd spread her legs for that sleaze.. 'Seriously.. What the hell is wrong with me..?'