FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This Story is a work of fiction, any resemblance in whole or in part, including names and scenery is wholly coincidental. This chapter is of an adult, explicit, and, in some cases or regions, taboo nature. Reader discretion is advised. If you are not over the age of consent to read adult works, this chapter will be illegal to read further! I am not responsible for any illegal actions taken before, during, or after the reading of this story and it's subsequent chapters! Nor am I liable for minors reading this piece of adult literature.

It had become habit, these days, to leap from bed and don his gear when the alert claxons went off. Remauld opened his eyes just as he began lacing his boots, though he hadn't the need to even look at them anymore. Instead, the large grey feline was staring at a nearby comms readout, scanning the makeup of the raider clan that had decided this little rock was worth the risk to their lives. He rolled his eyes and smiled a little as he spoke quietly to himself. "Nine frigates and a half dozen cruisers... Guess these jokers don't realize this is a military installation..." He finished with his boots and was habitually both running a thick-fingered paw through his short hair to tidy it and picking up the commpad. After another read-through, he turned the display off and tucked the nearly indestructible piece of electronics into it's holster at his hip while he left the room and trotted through the corridors of the station, heading to the launch-bay.

He reached the bay just as one of the large battleships was launching. The massive war-machine accelerating from the launch tube at an eye-spinning rate. It was accompanied by at least a dozen cruisers and frigates from other tubes. The alert claxons were no longer blaring, through Remauld barely heard them anymore even at full volume while he was awake. Too may years of raiders and pirates trying to get their grubby claws on some treasure or another that was always rumored to be hiding on this asteroid. The launch bay was in full scramble, bots, drones, and personnel were moving in a chaotic dance that would make anyone smile as long as they knew what this perfectly executed maelstrom was all about.

"Is that blood-lust I see in your eyes, Colonel?" The battle-hardened voice of an avenging angel said at his shoulder. "Or are you just happy to see me?" The voice belonged to the beautiful, and deadly, Leiutenant Triana Rigger. Her head turned to look up at him. Bright green eyes set in a perfectly shaped face, her vulpine features aglow with delight at his momentary look of stunned disbelief. It wasn't as if they hadn't shared a bunk any number of times, just that every time he looked at her face, he was taken aback by her beauty.

Lord how he wanted to kiss those lips at they turned up to look at him, he wanted to forget duty and take the tiny female into his arms and make her his, over and over. "A little of both, I suppose..." Came his deep baritone, keeping his expression neutral though his insides twisted in desire. "Though, happy to see you wins over blood-lust." He wouldn't be the one to break protocol on the deck, though she had a time or two. It was hilarious to watch the Deck Manager sweat under Triana's gaze while trying to reprimand her behavior. "Glad to see you're ready to-" He was interrupted by the intercom system blaring to life.

"Raiders neutralized, salvage teams report to your stations. Seven prisoners reported, security detail await further instructions from your department heads." Came the monotone voice that ruled their waking hours with it's lack of vigor. Though that seemed to be the case with most automated military systems anymore... Robotic.

"That was fast," intoned Triana's softly accented voice as she punched in a few numbers on the keypad in front of her to confirm the cancelling of her standby mode, Remaulds fingers just a moment behind her own. "They're getting lazy..."

Remy shifted his stance a little, feeling the vixen's eyes burning over him. "Leiutenant," he choked out after a moment. "Would you care to join me in Mess for breakfast?" He always felt so nervous around her. Who was he anyway besides a once-upon-a-time test pilot and officer in a corporation run military? Catamounts were normally unremarkable, Tawny fur on the back and sides, white belly with soft black markings on the face and tail to complete their standard look. His fur was a soft dove grey with the signature white chest and belly in the same pattern as most of his kind. His stand-out features were the black spots that ran down his arms, sides, and legs that spoke of hybridization somewhere in his bloodline. He was unsure, however, where the deviations were as he had hopped from children's home to children's home, never knowing his parents, before enlisting into the military as a pilot.

The Leiutenant took a moment to answer, apparently getting her own fill of her handsome companion's features before making the decision. "Absolutely Colonel, it's not every day we get a chance to enjoy a meal together anymore." Glancing around herself, she smiled mischievously before stepping close to Remauld and placing a tender, and very suggestive, kiss to his cheek before whispering just loud enough for him to hear. "If you don't have any sorties tonight..." Her voice was like silk and though she didn't complete her thought, Remauld knew exactly what she was getting at.

Crystalline pools of vivid blue turned to gaze at the vixen and he gave her a soft smile, his bright white lips turning up, showing his gleaming teeth some before giving a nearly imperceptible nod and offering her the crook of his arm to guide her to the Mess Hall. "Let's eat, I'm famished." his deep voice growled just as his stomach gurgled at him.

Breakfast was uneventful save for Triana running her warm footpaw over his leg beneath their table, as they ate the rather tasty ham, bacon, eggs, and bread rolls that was the staple for breakfast on the asteroid. As usual, she was teasing him, as she was wont to do, and it was soon apparent that if neither of them got busy in the next little while it would lead to much, much more. It was, however, not meant to be. As soon as their meals had finished and they'd cleaned up their area, Remauld was approached by several executive types. His eyes narrowed and he looked over at Triana, leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. "Looks like I have some work ahead of me... Hopefully I'll be back tonight." Fraternization between soldiers was frowned upon, but not against the rules and the slick suits were kind enough to give him his moment before silently ushering him toward whatever his next job would be.

Triana looked a little crestfallen but nodded as she gave his arm a gentle squeeze before stepping away and letting the executives herd her lover away. Her mind cursing at them even as she calmly walked away to go take care of her urges alone. Though she liked to play at the unattainable temptress that would bed handsome males on a whim, she was, and had recently, only been interested in the strikingly handsome feline that had been led away. She'd not taken any others nor even flirted openly with anyone in months. She didn't think it was love. This job didn't really lend itself to love and mating. It was more akin to wanting the best. Remauld was just that, the best lover she'd ever had. Passionate, tender, commanding, and confident. At least, he was all of those things in the bedroom. No other male since Remauld had compared.

Her mind drifted as she made her way to the officer's quarters. Remauld outranked her by a solid margin so his room was considerably larger than her own and she intended to make use of the built in shower and drying machine in his room. Mostly for the privacy. Soon enough, she reached the door to the room, punched in his code for the lock and slipped into the room. "Lights..." Her strained voice called and, with zero hesitation, the room was illuminated. Once she could see, she quickly stripped out of her flight gear, her nose wrinkling at the scent of her slightly musky arousal as it wafted up to her nose.

She was a standard colored vulpine, her copper sides and back stood in stark contrast to her black handpaws and feet as well as her gleaming white chest, belly, and inner thighs. Perky, B-cup breasts stood firm from her front while her flat, toned belly curved down to a now slightly matted and damp, plump sex. She barely skipped a beat in her disrobing, moving across the room to the shower and leaving a trail of clothing behind her. Once inside the shower stall she relaxed visibly and turned on the hot water while her paws began to immediately trace the curves of her empassioned body, heated breaths of need puffing from her lips as she squeezed at her modest breasts, toying with the little pink nipples until they hardened nicely. She was fantasizing now, her body being roughly ravaged by the very male who's room she was borrowing.

In her mind's eyes she saw him in all of his toned, feline glory. His medium length fur plastered to his body by the spraying water, showing off his immaculatly toned body. The sight of his arousal as it slipped from it's short sheath only to continue it's trek upward to it's full, impressive height. The delicious dark flesh pressed against her needy sex. A soft gasp escaped her as her lithe fingers slipped into her dripping cunny. Her mind imagining that nearly black shaft burying itself deep into her center. Digits moved inside of her, massaging and teasing at the sensitive walls until she could take it no longer. Long moans erupted from her as she found that tell-tale rough patch inside of her own body and massaged into it, the explosion of pleasure making her knees shake and her hips gyrate against her fingers. She writhed and moaned in ecstacy, her loins afire with need, her mind filled with glorious images of her lover passionately pressed against her, using every inch of her body for his pleasure.

Every inch of her body was tingling now as she began to feel that burning need, that desperation to find her climax begin in her spine and belly, her long white tipped tail even curled around her left leg, staying well out of the way. A feeling she coaxed closer and closer with each flick of her fingers over her swollen clit, with each drive of her fingerpads against her sensitive G-Spot. Her moans began to devolve into desperate whimpers and whines as her free paw moved to join it's partner in the fun, both paws pressed tightly to her pussy while she leans heavily against the shower wall. Closer and closer she crept, each new image of Remauld causing her to change the way she touched herself causing new excitement to wash over her.

Her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave, several deep breaths were taken and her eyes fluttered for a moment before being closed tightly as the powerful orgasm erupted within her. That eruption was echoed by the long, sexual moan that exploded from Triana's body as her nectar coated over her paws and splashed against the tub floor. Her body trembled and quaked, her mind reeled, every inch of her writhing in pleasure and it took every ounce of concentration to remain standing.

It took some time to catch her breath. As she did, however, she was already getting to work on cleaning her body, washing thoroughly and expediently before stepping from the shower and into the heated air drying booth. The large machine on the other side of the wall sending a hurricane of air through the room to dry her entire body in record time. It was a glorious feeling having all of her fur whipped about by the swirling vortex of warm air. Taking a moment, she grabbed a stiff bristle brush from a safe little alcove and began to brush out her fluffy tail, the copper length tipped in a brilliant white was always well groomed, so it took no time at all to get it in order.

Moments later, it was all over. Spent, clean, and dry she stepped from the bathing area and began gathering up her clothing. She frowned at her panties, which had taken the brunt of abuse from her aroused state, not wanting to put them back on. After a moment's thought, she moved over to a bank of clothing drawers against the wall and opened the topmost one, fishing around in it for a moment for the spare pair of panties she always left there.

Once found, it was mere moments before she was dressed and leaving the room. For a moment, she stopped and tested the air in the room, the thick scent of her lust was just a warm hint in the air and she knew that it would linger long enough for Remauld to return. "Hope to see you again soon, flyboy..." She said under her breath before walking from the room and toward the voluntary duty station at the other side of the barracks, her nectar soiled panties left laying on Remauld's pillow.