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What Happens at Spacial Combat Training...

By Digiridoguy

Summary: Space camp. The first hurdle. This the story of trainee Anon. His current orders: To go to sleep. To not bone his combat companion. To not get a dishonorable discharge!

Tags: [First Person] [Ferret] [Cyborg] [Blowjob] [Accident] [Blood] [Smell play] [Cunnilingus] [Prone Position] [Military] [Sci-Fi] [Comedy]

Wordcount: 5911 words.

Themesong

The first thing I could make out was the glow of her eyeballs.

Lustrous steel spheres. Crisscrossed along their equator and prime meridian by red lines. Where these intersected, a honeycomb of orange laser diodes made her pupils.

Pupils that, through the black fur of eyelids, could be seen whenever she blinked.

So when she was anxious and began to bat her lashes, it was like the flickering of an aircar's highbeams. Only dimming when her eyes were open and her focus away from uneasy thoughts.

It was something she was born with. Or rather, born without. If you could call being grown in a bag in an orbital factory a 'birth.'

I don't think she knew what she was missing. But she thought she could get it from others. Much like how the fur on her face was mask shaped, she was a thief. Pickpocket of personality quirks and other people's social habits.

Its not like she ever had to blink to lubricate her eyes.

She was pantomiming me.

Blinking quick, anxious, as she lay sideways on my bed. Propping up her chin to stare at me. In an erratic manner her tail swished, brushing against the ceiling with a fwip...fwip...fwip.

“Lilith"

“Jackson". She purred. Or rather, sputtered, trying to speak while biting her lower lip. Her grimace became a wide smile as she chuckled, baring her teeth. Off them reflected the bunk lights, blue and purple shifting to pink and red.

The feline mannerisms made me look over my shoulder. Across the killzone. To where the bunks of Jer and Cher stood. Reflecting the rainbow luminescence from my bunk, their doors were already closed. Still, I felt them staring through the glass, trying to witness the scene they had no doubt set up.

“We don't have firewatch tonight. You can go back to your bay now."

She blinked a flurry of bright light and put on a more coy smile. "Its already lights out, Jackson. They'll have my tail if they see me on the exit cameras."

"So you're gonna hide in my bunk. And then at wake up, sneak out with the crowd?"

The black and white weasel snapped her fingers. "Yeah."

I gave her the hairy eyeball. I could see what she was after. Its all Jer and Cher ever talked about. When I saw them with her, while we disinfected our equipment post asteroid shooting. I should've known they'd get into her head. And then they just had to get her here.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing." I climbed onto the soft mattress, closing the portal window as soon as my back was turned to Lilith. "Just tired."

Its not like Lilith would attempt this with someone who didn't like her back. She was pretty for a factory-made sapient weasel, and its not like we couldnt... cuddle like a civilian couple. Supposing no instructors caught us. We just can't have sex. And I'd have to get her the fuck out as soon as it was formation time.

After blowing my nose in the self cleaning rope-rag, I took a whiff of the air. I expected to smell laser disinfectant along with autumn leaves, what Lilith usually smelt like. Instead my nostrils were overpowered by the aroma of Jasmine.

“Hey, Jackson." She poked my shoulders while whispering. “I'm getting under the covers."

"Did you steal that body wash from Jer?"

"No!" I didn't even have to look at her to hear the pout in her voice. "They gave it to me."

As she Fumbled to get under the covers, I obliged to help her out. My reward was being her little spoon. A little weird, since this ferret girl was a foot shorter than me. But to have her furry arms wrapped around my trunk, her hot breath whafting against my neck? It was the most comfortable I felt since I last slept in my parent's house.

Still, It didn't feel right.

But this was how she usually carried herself.

My first impression of Lilith was at arrivals. Among a herd of optimods (aka anthros.) When I've only ever seen one or two humans most my life, of course the one to stick out was the red hoody with flaming orange eyes. She followed the instructor, as if he wasn't at a moments notice going to pick on her. And then he did. Called her bright eyes and said if she kept following him she would have to make siren noises. Scared off by the veteran guardian, she walked aside me on our way to processing.

"I'm Jackson." I whispered, not wanting to attract the attention of our overlords.

"Hi Jackson, I'm eighteen." She replied.

"Hi Eighteen, I'm dad." If you're not aware of interstellar military law, relationships between males and females of all species were, in the word's of the Guardian's Training Handbook, 'Nonconsensual due to the inherent stressful nature of space, combat and the training of combat in space.' I was trying to warn her off before she got the wrong idea. I was strictly seeking a professional friendship by introducing myself.

She laughed at my dad joke, and then persisted in following me around ever since. Becoming my "combat companion" in any situation where the males and females were allowed to work together. And since this was a modern space-based training facility, there was an equal amount of males to females. So it was not strange for the instructors to see, say, me and Lilith working night patrols. Or cleaning our weapons together. After all, if they intervened on the basis of us being different genders, wouldn't they be implying males and females can never just be friends?

That being said, In any other situation, I would be balls deep in this ferret. But I digress.

The nightlights had finally shut themselves off, leaving Lilith as the only illumination. I couldn't tell if she was bright due to stress, until I heard her voice.

“Jack?"

I stuttered a low “yeah?", not too happy to be woken up by her. What further aroused me was her arms unwrapping themselves off me and her sliding to the far end of the bed.

I looked towards Lilith, whose upright figure was silhouetted against the orange glow reflecting off the wall. She faced away from me, the faint sound of fur ruffling as she scratched her right elbow.

The right strap of her tank top had slid down her arm. The looseness of the racer revealed one of her nipples. So drenched in sweat that it reflected a sliver of the same light that came from her eyes.

“Can we have sex?"

Instantly in my mind's eye I was myself rubbing my dick against that very wet nipple. Questions that had been in my subconscious, questions like "What does Lilith look down there? How does she taste? How does she feel?" were now at the forefront of my thoughts. I had so much excitement, I forgot to answer her question.

“Hey.. uh...forget I said anything, I uh don't want to harm our friendship."

She laid back down in a fetal position. filling less space than before. As if she lost the confidence that made her take up the entire bed when I first found her.

“Hey! I didn't say anything..." I reached out under the covers and grabbed her bush-crowned tail. Only for the ferret to grip my wrist. She pulled me onto her - across her chest - then side, so I was an inch from her face. My aching arm forcefully wrapped around her torso, Lilith had me trapped.

Then, her nose was against my cheek as she turned her head and kissed me.

It was sweet. A proper kiss from that lovely weasel girl. But then it turned sour, awkward, as she started to lick under my nose. Realizing she wanted to give tongue, I opened my mouth. At that instant I was greeted with the flavor of Lilith's taste buds. It wasn't anything crazy: toothpaste, the minty kind we could buy from the space exchange. Still a better taste than most dehydrated foods I put on my tongue.

She explored every inch, swirling over and around my tongue and teeth. I swear all the saliva in my mouth was just from her. All this while her eyes beamed a blinding orange glow.

Her bright eyes. Her soft lips. The inexplainable flavor of her tongue. The aroma of jasmine. I felt nothing short of high from overstimulation.

At last Lilith gave my senses a rest. Ripping her tongue out of my mouth, saliva splattered all over our shirts and covers. With my mouth free, I started to cough. By reflex I tried to hack into the arm I had wrapped around her torso. But instead I accidentally headbutted her muzzle.

“Ah fuck!" my lover cried, cupping a palm around her bleeding nose.

She leapt from my grasp to the opposite end of the bed. A dark blue filled the bunk as the night lights turned on. With haste Lilith was pulling out tissue from the dispenser, until six feet of it was wrapped around her muzzle or plugging her nose.

I crawled over and grabbed some tissues. Blood had soaked into the sheets and pillows on my side. The ventilation system was drying the blood faster than I could dab it out of the cotton.

I would be freaking out if I wasn't used to dangerous situations.

If I had a bed inspection tomorrow, how the hell would I explain all this blood? That is implying our night didn't get cut short because of all the noise we made.

When I found I couldn't do anything about the blood, I fell on my back and sighed. Lilith, still keeping her distance from me, shuffled under the covers. The AC whirred, pumping cold air in reaction to our warmth. The blue lights clicked off, leaving only the ferret girl's dim eyes to light the way.

As I closed my eyes, I felt her tail brush against my calf.

Lilith had scooted closer, her back towards me. Though she also had, in the cup of her ear, detached one of her eyes to keep watch on me.

Realizing she was spotted, she grabbed her eye and faced me. With a Zip! the silver ball was back in its socket, turning clockwise until it clicked in place. Blinking twice, the ferret smiled a toothy grin, blood-bloated tissues still sticking out of her nose.

"C-can we try again?" She spoke with a nasally gurgle.

I didn't answer. I was still getting over the trick with her eye.

Then she grabbed my hand and pressed it against her breast. Through the p.t. tank top I felt her nipple, like a shard of glass under a blanket.

Having freed herself from the covers, I saw Lilith's shorts. Her crotch was so wet it reflected the light from her eyes. If I wasn't pitching a tent before, now I was hard as ever.

Knowing she had my focus, the weasel woman took her shirt off and flaunted her breasts.

I crawled on my kneels to feel her nipples, only for the ferret to fall in front of me on her belly. I sagged on my side to give her space, but she was stretched out from one flank of the bed to the other. While doing her strange pose she pressed her lips out and raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What does it look like?"

"I don't know. But can I feel your breasts?"

A disappointed look fell across her face. "Oh, yeah. Sure, sure." flipping on her back and head towards the headboard of the bed, she let out a dissatisfied sigh that whistled through the tissue plugging her nose. I straddled her, belly between my knees while the back of my head was pressed against the bunk's ceiling.

Neither of us were in a comfortable position.

I knew she wasn't because of the slight twitchy movements of her tail.

"Are you sure you want to be in this position?"

Now her eyes dimmed. With a swiping motion she yanked the tissues out of her nostrils. Then she flicked the crusty-papers aside, grabbed my wrists and pressed my hands against her boobs.

I wasted no time in fondling them, pressing them down while moving in a circular motion. I cupped her nipples between my fingers, causing the ferret to coo and squirm.

Then, like a corpse exposed to a vacuum, she froze.

Then she continued to squirm, more twitchy than before. With her eyes closed she moaned

“Jackson! Jackson! JACKson! JACKSON!" each time louder than the last, the last time almost a scream until I closed her jaw shut.

“Hey! What's the big deal?"

“You were loud."

“I thought being loud was a sign that I was having fun?"

“Don't be loud now, dumbass."

Grinning, she snorted twice. Orange lights flickering as her eyelids batted until she was left with a look that said 'I can't take you seriously. '

I pantomimed her face. "You're one to give me that look."

"What?" She asked.

"Don't copy someone else's stupidity, or you'll become stupid."

Lilith knew exactly what I was thinking. Denial or ignorance only went so far with her.

The sex advice she had got was shitty. And her "teachers" were probably laughing their asses off hearing her.

A few seconds passed.

The optimod's cyborg eyes dimmed.

Her grin faded away into a disappointing frown.

She looked down at her tits.

When she saw what I had beyond them, her eyes lit up.

Literally.

With her left hand Lilith grabbed me, and started stroking through my p.t. shorts. I stopped thinking about she was trying so hard.

Now I was thinking about how she was so soft.

The soft skin of her paw pad was similar in texture to her nipples. Stroking up and down she had me sandwiched between both hands. I began to breath heavily, the rich fragrance of jasmine mixed with minty toothpaste enveloping the entire bunk. She picked up the pace, until the warmth generated by the friction alone was bringing me close. Pump, pump, pump she kept the rhythm until, after five or six minutes, I came. Leaving a giant splot of dark gray enveloping the crotch of my shorts.

I was close to keeling back, maybe hitting my head on the ceiling in the upswing. The first nut I had in two months, maybe a little too much friction with her rubbing the velvet insides against me. But it was a glorious feeling knowing it wasn't thanks to my hands but hers.

Speaking of hers, her thumb and wring finger were still maintaining a tight grip after I came.

“Hey big man, why don't you let me have a taste?"

My post-orgasm euphoric cloud seemed to have dissipated hearing such a corny line. I didn't know if I wanted to puke or laugh.

So instead I budged forwards until my kneecaps were in her armpits. Hunched over her, the top of my head was against the pillow, giving me an upside down view of the action. Like standing on the catwalk over a play.

Bringing her muzzle up to my tip, she gave it a precursory lick. Then, satisfied with the taste, she took it in her mouth.

Back and forth she moved her neck, though she wasn't at a good angle to get much in. So I braced my arms against the headboard, and bucked my hips as forward as possible without moving my knees. She throttled her muzzle forward.

Then, just before her lips met my waist, I felt her teeth.

Instinctively I stood up, back against the ceiling, hips as far away from her face as possible.

Lilith apologized over and over, grabbing my cock in a firm grip that made my legs buck. I slumped forward, kneecaps digging into her chest. Then I was on my ass, both hands covering my crotch, while my weaselly roommate whipped herself perpendicular to me.

She pried my hands away, kissing every inch until my entire length was wet and hard. (While I was still in fear of her canines, remember)

Then, she proceeded to go after my extra bits. It was hot and disgusting, seeing her tongue drag against them. I feared future make out sessions tasting my balls on her tongue. But I also feared when she flashed her teeth.

As if she were savoring a taste test of a rich sausage, she tugged at the skin.

I kicked, my thigh connecting to her nose, and barked "STOP!"

“Owww! Hey-"

“You're too extra!"

Taking her fingers off her again bleeding nose, the optimod's eyes went high beam.

And then faded, pitching the bunk into brief darkness before a nightlight turned on.

With a harrumph, Lilith embedded her face into her elbow. Low sniffles and whines emanated from the sad pile of black and white fur that my lover had become.

I sat upright, pulling my shorts back on. Then, feeling a sticky moistness, I took them back off.

Goosebumps formed on my arms and legs as cool air whirred into the sleeping space.

I grabbed blankets, and threw them over Lilith.

I refrained from going back to sleep, and instead watched her. Her chest rose and fell at a fickle pace for ten minutes. Then, with a deep breath, she was back to breathing steady. Thinking she was asleep, I turned, only to hear her mumble something.

Through her blood soaked arm fur her eyes glimmered. I handed her a couple tissues, to wipe up the mess I again caused. She wiped away her tears, blew her nose, and then wiped the blood off. Ferret fur I guess didn't stain as easy as cotton sheets.

With a cough, Lilith looked me square in the face. I could see hatred burning in her diodes.

"Why do you keep hurting me?" her voice rasped pain.

"I was reacting to you biting my dick and balls."

"You overreacted! It was just a little teeth." Her muzzle was an inch from my face, teeth barred in a snarl. A stunning of one of her rabies-infested feral ancestors. "I didn't bite!"

I didn't even bother to reply, instead maintaining my scowl.

A minute passed.

Lilith's eyes dimmed. Her lips drooped into a partially-agape frown. She looked down and wiped her nose with her wrist. A wrist she held out as if it were an alien organism grafted to her arm. Her tongue lulled as she took a deep breath, preparing to say something. Only for her to close her mouth and gulp.

I remembered all the times she fucked up in front of the instructors. All the times she copied their commands or mannerisms. Resulting in a swift smoking session. At first, involving the entire stellar squadron getting punished (which is why I was her only friend.) Then just her and me, doing cosmic push ups and airlock tug-and-twists.

It took her a while, but she learned. The instructors would never let her hear the end of her fuck ups. But she finally got in line. At least in formation.

Then the other trainee-guardians warmed up to her.

And now here she was, once again all jacked up, because she couldn't come up with an original thought. Sure, there really was no such thing as an idea born in a vacuum. But she could at least be a little more selective with what ideas she was going to steal from a couple feline's interpretation of holographic porn.

Lilith was looking down, ears pressed against her head. Strands of loose blond hair covered her face, her sock bun coming apart. On my knees I turned to face her, cupping a hand underneath her chin. Her eyes were closed, lights off, as if for once she was normal. Well, normal for a ferret that walked on two legs.

All those smoking sessions. Getting chewed out by the instructors. Then getting bullied by other trainees.

As much as I hated those, It was far worse for me to see her sad.

I lifted her muzzle, and kissed her.

There was no wrestling of tongues. No bleeding noses. My lips were far too dry for their to even be a stream of saliva.

I just kissed her, staring into those eyes as they blazed a thousand lumens.

Outside, the chug-chug of some unlucky bastard on firewatch buffing the killzone.

“Lilith?" I said, pulling away.

“Hmm?"

I put both of my hands on her cheeks, and squished them together. Rubbing them in circles, making her smile.

“Stooop." She said, chuckling softly.

“Hey Lilith?"

I put my hands on her shoulder, and straightened my back so as to tower over her, hair just pressed against the ceiling.

“Yeah?" She shrank back, tail curled around her chest in fear.

Bringing my mouth to her ear, I whispered “Just lay on top of me. I'll do the rest."

I laid on my back, and let Lilith crawl on top until her ass was hanging over my uncovered waist.

“Are-are we going to do this now?" The ferret girl blinked a light show.

“No." I pointed a finger at her and twirled it around. “Turn your ass around."

Without a word she obliged.

Under the blue tinge of the night lights I faced her magnificent rear end. Placing a hand on each cheek, Lilith spread her ass. Letting go, there was a nice loud plap, before she bent over slightly to reveal her folds. Spreading their wetness with two fingers, I could imagine her saying 'Is this what you wanted?"

Instead, she panted.

I motioned her closer, the sour smell getting thicker and thicker as she budged. With her taint just over my mouth, she dragged her fingers slowly up and down, a drop of condensation forming between her fingers.

I gripped her thighs and pulled them close, rubbing my face into her heart-shaped ass. Inhaling what seemed to be every fragrance she ever had. The salty tinge of sweat. The sweet aroma of Jasmine. The rustic miasma of rotting oak leaves. The oily tang of laser-lens lubricant. The sterile smell of star fleet-grade plastic uniforms.

The sour taste of her sex.

I dug right into her, lapping like a parched dog deprived of a life time of water. The optimod squee'd as I relished her flavor. Then, as her tail wrapped around my eyes, I stopped.

I gave her a second of relief, and then started off again. This time with a more humble start.

First I kissed her, trailing vertically, taking note of any time she exhaled or held her breath.

A peck on her perine awarded me with her doing a little ass shake. Sucking her left lip caused her to moan my name. Pressing my lips against her clit got her ass pressed against my face. It was when I dragged my tongue along her sex, and flicked her clit, that she let out a high pitched cry.

I stopped.

Listened for anyone outside.

And then repeated the motion. again. And again. Keeping a consistent yet fast pace. Her moans got softer. Her spine straightening, her whole body hopping with every drag.

Six times. Seven times. Eight. Then like a banshee in a black and white film, the ferret screeched.

She collapsed on me.

A gammy liquid, sour yet rich, filled my mouth. I switched from licking to sucking, drinking, suckling whatever to get as much of Lilith in me.

Pearing as best I could over her ass, I drank what had become of the horny optimod. Her hair was messy and ragged, totally out of regulation. Her tongue lulled out of her mouth while a panting hound. Her eyes were ... out of her sockets - attached only by some thick-looking wires- and turned off,

"Goofy." I chuckled, and slapped Lilith's ass.

Her diodes flickered to life. Still out of her sockets, her eyes returned to their place in her furry mask. They twisted themselves into her skull, left going clockwise, right counter-clockwise. Accelerating and Decelerating in some form of automated calibration until, with a click, they stopped moving. Cross eyed, she raised her head and blinked a storm. Her eyes were, for once, not a bunch of scintillating high beams.

Sight reestablished, Lilith dragged herself to my chest and nuzzled me with her cold nose.

“You could've helped me." she laughed.

I joined in her laughter.

“You fixed yourself. Plus..." I wiped some of her squirt off my chin and booped her nose with the sticky finger I used. "I didn't want to have to explain to the instructor how, in my bunk, girl cum broke your eyes."

With a sigh, she pressed her head into my neck. Once more I felt that lovely feeling of her breath against my skin. Content with this, I closed my eyes.

Maybe Lilith was satisfied and wouldn't ask any more of me. Enough noise had been made tonight. We'd committed enough technically illegal actions against one another without getting complaints. Or an instructor staring us in the face. We just might get out of this scott-free supposing nothing happens from here on out.

Then I heard Lilith cough.

"Jack?"

I opened my eyes to be greeted by her sweet smile and burning-bright diodes. The weasel was on top of me, tracing circles in my chest. Tail up against the ceiling twitching, like a broom in the hands of an uppity robo-maid.

"Jaaaaack."

"No Lilith." I groaned.

"But we already did everything, and noone's come a knocking."

"No Lilith." Contrary to my thoughts, my dick was getting hard. It didn't help she had her pussy rubbing against it.

"Come on! Big Finisher!" She raised her hands and wiggled her fingers. "Give your combat companion a big finale! Come on!"

To further her point she spun her pupils around like a turbine in a windstorm.

"No."

The optimod pouted, and huffed. The voluntary movement of her chest caused her lower body to ever slightly nudge my erection. I winced, and she noticed. Somewhere inside that skull a third bright light turned on.

With a few slight movements, Lilith caught my dick in her velvet-lined thighs. They were still slick with her cum, as was my crotch. With a "Harumph", she began to stroke my cock with her thighs.

"Come onnn Jacksonnn..."

The pleasure was intense. Again I found myself unable to focus as a sexual euphoria overcame my senses. It only took her a few strokes and I felt on edge.

With the last of my willpower, I grabbed her shoulders I said "Just give me a minute."

Her hotdogging ceased. The optimod shifted to sit on my stomach, allowing a chance to breath.

"You're going to ow me for this." I declared, gritting my teeth. "I'm talking, fucking, you're always gonna clean my weapon."

"Is that because I'm so good at it?" Lilith was lucky she looked cute wearing a shit eating grin.

After five minutes, I was no longer edging. No longer at risk of coming earl. I coughed into my fist and gave her an order. "Get on your knees."

She obeyed, B cups jiggling as she got off me. Once more I was greeted by that fine rump, raised high in the air. And again she was in that position, pressing her breasts against the bed while her tail arched in almost heart-shape.

Her eyes reflected in the bunk's glass door, like twin suns in a binary system.

I got on my knees, and clasped her cheeks, digging my fingers until I felt skin beneath her fur. A long, drawn out whine escaped her mouth as I delivered my massage. A drip of her sex traveled down her thighs onto the sheets. I wanted nothing more than to just taste her again, but I knew I could only tease her for so long.

Shifting my waist closer to hers, I realized doggy style wasn't the best position in this confined space.

"Having trouble?" Lilith teased, brushing her tail against my stomach.

I answered by pushing her ass forward, forcing the weasel into a prone position.

"Hey!" She whined.

"Yeah, that time, I hurt you on purpose." Squirming over her, I lined myself up and ever slightly rubbed my tip against her.

"You're torturing me, Jack." The weasel whimpered as I teased her folds.

"Are you ready?" With her hands covering her eyes and her tail wriggling under my stomach, I could feel her excitment.

"Yes."

"You sure?" Again I prodded the excited ferret, teasing her like how she teased me earlier. causing her ears to twitch.

"Nnn!" Her ears began to twitch, and in the reflection of the door I could see she had a sadistic smile on. "Yes!"

Fulfilling her wish, I slowly pressed myself into her. Just getting the tip in brought to a messy state, fidgeting and moaning beneath me as I struggled to get in deeper. Facing so much resistance, I pulled out, much to her dismay. T

"Wait, no, keep going, I - " As she complained, I wrapped my arms around her torso, and impaled her.

A gasp left the optimod's mouth. Her tail ceased its movement, and ever slightly her eyes got dim.

Remaining still, I pressed my nose into her mane. Inhaling her scents, of jasmine, rotting leaves, sweat. Kissing along her neck, I worked up to her cheek.

She started to get tighter.

Already, I was on edge.

Bringing my mouth to her ear, I nipped at the soft velvet. Like a sun against the glass door her eyes brightened. And yet she still got tighter, fussing as I struggled to pull out.

Having removed everything but the tip, I plunged back in as fast as I could, causing Lilith to yelp.

As pressure built more and more, I decided the time for tender, slow sex was behind us. I took my hand and bit my finger. Then, staving off orgasm, I fucked her as fast as I could.

Again the ferret squealed, her eyes turning on and off to the pace of our lovemaking. Soon her noises were drowned out by the sound of smacks and wet slaps. Unable to make any noise, the ferret stuck her tongue out like a bitch in heat.

Suddenly, digging her paws into the mattress, she shoved me against the ceiling with her ass. Taking my finger, out of my mouth, I bit my lip to further impede coming. Then I gripped her belly with both arms.

Kicking off the ceiling, I bared down against her as hard as I could, until finally the ferret's shitty P.T. skills came to bare. Her knees buckled, and she resumed the submissive prone position.

I smacked her ass, getting another adorable yowl. I rammed her, fucking her faster and faster, moving her across the bed. Until her face was crammed against the glass, fogging it with her uncontrolled breathing.

Anyone outside the bunk would've probably seen a light show, if they also didn't see the ferret sexual drive exhibition.

Blood trickling down my bitten lip, I could delay the inevitable no more.

Striking as deep as I could, I came. I twitched, spraying inside her like a space shuttle's door gun firing into a mass of Martians. Having unclenched my mouth, the shock of pain mixed with the bliss of love caused me to yell. Lilith, still pressing herself against me, let out a raspy cry as she too started to come.

Finally, when our orgasms had collectively died down, we crashed. Cold air filled the bunk and I felt goosebumps on every square inch of bare skin.

Fumbling to get more comfortable, Lilith and I returned to spooning, though this time we interlocked our legs. No words were exchanged, the whirring of the ac and our still heavy breathing the only noise. Her head pressed against the nape of my neck, no more did that orange glow illuminate the bunk. In comfortable darkness, wrapped in my lover's arms, I drifted off to sleep.

In my dreams I heard a thousand angels scream "AT EASE."

Then I heard a knocking.

I opened my eyes to see the bright sterile lights of the exterior battle bay.

Instructor [REDACTED] had opened the bunk door with his emergency key.

Behind him, the feline Jer and Cher stood at parade rest. Their tails twitching back and forth, probably laughing their asses off.

"What the fuck, Trainees."

Instantly I panicked.

Retching myself away from Lilith, I dug around the covers, looking for my p.t. shorts.

Lilith, meanwhile, assumed a position I believe ancient scholars would call the 'draw me like one of your French girls.' Instructor [REDACTED] pointed at the still-naked ferret girl.

"PUT SOME CLOTHES ON, TRAINEE."

I felt her tail tap my shoulder. Finding a pair of shorts too small for me, I handed them over.

"I can't believe you thought it was a good enough idea to ruin my fucking night, Trainees." Muttered the Instructor. Lilith hadn't yet got her shorts on, instead turning them around in her hands. "Do you know much fucking paperwork I am going to have to fill out? Do you?"

Having gotten my clothes on, I got out from the bunk and assumed the position of attention. I noticed that Lilith's anxiety was not displaying itself in its usual bright way. Instead her eyes scoured her shorts like dim search lights, in no hurry to leave the bunk. I glanced at the instructor, his focus entirely on my lover.

Maybe I could sneak past him. Reach an airlock and save the embarrassment of living with a dishonorable discharge from the space force. But then I'd be abandoning Lilith.

"Bright eyes, what is your major malfunction?" The instructor smacked the side of the bed, producing a metallic 'thump.' "Why are you having difficulty putting your clothes on, Lamp-looker? Do you have trouble wearing clothes? Huh?"

At last Lilith found what she was looking for: A tiny pocket located on the hem of the left short. From it she pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to the Instructor.

"What the fuck is this, Flashlight?" he said, unfolding the sheet.

"Heat profile, Instructor."

"Heat profile?" Bringing the sheet nanometers away from his face, the instructor's face turned from an angry scowl to a disbelieving frown. "Were you not given heat suppressants, Highbeams?"

"I was grown with a medical condition, Instructor."

The Instructor looked at Lilith, then the profile, then Lilith again. I could see the gears inside his head turning.

"You're gonna get the fucking herps, Fleshlight." He handed the paper back. "First thing in the morning. Get that copied and turned in to my desk. Now, keep the fucking noise down. Literally. "

With that, the instructor about-faced, and said "Carry on". As he left, everyone returned to their bunks, and the bay was cast into darkness.

I climbed into bed, shut the glass door, and was embraced from behind by the naked ferret. "Sorry, I forgot about that."

"You're cleaning my weapon forever."

"I know." She said, a mischievous tinge to her voice. Letting me go, she pulled up the covers and patted the bed beneath. "Lets sleep."

I obliged, got under the blankets, and cuddled against Lilith. With my combat companion being the little spoon, I drifted off to sleep.

The last thing I saw being the dim glimmer of her eyes.