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There's no air in space. There is no wind rushing past your fur. There is no horrible sound as you fall.

There was no sound at all, save for the white noise crackle and stutter of my comm system as it adjusted and reconnected with each passing vessel in the mucky skirmish only to lose them before anything could be said. I had never truly learned to appreciate how quiet it was with no sound simulation detecting incoming vessels and weapon discharges that came standard on a vessel.

Nearby, no more than three kilometers away, I noticed a flash of light as a laser pierced a rushing one man fighter. My comm buzzed as it was forced to disconnect, but through it I caught the faintest hint, possibly my imagination, of a horrified scream being cut off. The debris from the resulting explosion went off in randomish directions, but to my amazement, none cane for me.

So I continued to hurtle through space, trying to focus on the stars, not the warring vessels, as I slowly came to terms with what was happening. I had really messed up this time, and this was how it was going to end. Did I deserve this? Probably not. Did I expect it? No, but I should have.

My life didn't flash before my eyes, but my dumb decision to hide in the waste compartment did. In my full suit, I'd be protected from anything they had decided to throw away, so it'd be fine. The Solaris League has a policy against dumping mid flight... except in an emergency.

I looked around, another burst of energy in the distance resonated weakly with my comm as the, this time, small weapons vessel got taken out. Without assistance from a NAV, I had only my assumptions, but it seemed like a missile barrage slipped past its force barrier.

Something like that must have been why I was ejected. Some sort of weapon, that could be tripped up by waste being dumped, must have targeted the vessel and they didn't want to take chances. Of course that meant unknowingly ditching their hitchhiker who hadn't yet realized that this could happen to her. Seriously, SL policy requires hospitality to prisoners, so even if a stowaway is to be captured, they would have been better off...

There was a loud crackle and burst of static as the largest vessel, the one many others were comm connected to, suddenly cut off. I shifted my weight to turn, and found that it was indeed the one I was hurtling from. I watched in bemusement as its lights crackled off one by one, and then something inside must have malfunctioned, as there was an internal explosion that twisted and ripped it apart.

"Guess things could be worse," I spoke into the void.

To my shock, the void responded, "Tell me about it."

I laughed. The practice felt forced, but it was the genuine reaction one has in this sort of situation. I couldn't stop the waist bend, the leg kick, or the eventual cough. What a decentish feeling to go out on.

"Can I ask who I'm speaking to?" The voice continued, he was quite polite about it, but did sound incredulous anyways, "I don't detect any vessels within your range."

I twisted about again to discover one vessel closer than the others. A small pleasure cruiser, apparently trying to flee from the nearby station that likely attracted the forces doing battle. It hadn't yet passed me, so I took a gamble... not that it wouldn't be worth attempting besides.

"No vessel," I sighed, "Just me,"

To my astonishment, that was all it took for the cruiser to throw on reverse thrusters and, I hoped, pulse a more detailed scan for small objects. I just had to hope that scanner was fine enough to pick up an object as small as someone in freefall.

"Chaospit," the man swore, "You're naked out there?"

A bit of hope welled up in my chest, "Wouldn't you like to know."

There was a long, terrifying moment as the man thought through his next words, "You're lucky you're so cute. I've got a hubbub to skedaddle from."

I knew there was no way he could see me. Even if he could, I was in a full suit, obscuring everything about me save for my bipedal nature. This was likely a joke, so I returned.

"Permission to come aboard the dreamboat?" Then I realized how bad the line was so I doubled down on it, "and his vessel?"

"Coming on a little strong there," he ventured.

Man I wish, "There's a certain amount of..." I choked on the word, "desperation..." but I tried to make it sound alluring, "in my situation."

"No fooling," the pilot sent back, "I can't on good conscience leave you, but I've got to make this quick."

The amount of tension in my muscles hadn't reached my awareness until it dissipated upon hearing those words.

What I was unaware of was how tricky the process was going to be. Flying close to a freefaller could easily just result in, you wouldn't even call it a collision with me making up a percent of a percent of a percent maybe of the mass necessary to be a noticeable dent. Without me having thrusters, he had to calculate his trajectory to be in the way of mine, but without a bone crushing relative velocity, which is like not quite stopping on a dime while passing through the eye of a needle. Then I had to crawl alongside the smooth outer layer of his vessel until I came up to the outer airlock only for it to need to be reprogrammed to stay open for me and not run the artificial gravity in a way to spit me back out.

As soon as I was in, a sinking feeling in my chest left me and I commed one last time, "I'm in."

"Clear the gate?" He asked for the fifth time.

"Affirmative," I parroted an SL protocol.

The gate slammed shut, "Hold onto something!" he commanded.

Lacking warning, I tried for one of the many handles along the walls, but suddenly felt myself pressed into the wall without need for the handle. The pressure was intense, not painful as such, but nauseating. The entire time he was saving my life, I could tell he was getting more and more stressed, but the sudden shift in his voice when he barked me down, and the vessel suddenly speeding off...

There was the 8-bit themed sound that denoted a barrier being struck by a laser. It was a rebounding hit if I remembered the code, but that meant the vessel was either being shot at or caught in crossfire. Either way, priority was no longer me getting safe.

"Peace vessel. Peace vessel," the pilot commed out at his assailant, "I'm flying neutral from this conflict."

There was a sharp turn, dragging my side into one of those handles. The feeling brought back my cough, which probably got picked up on the comm as the localized gravity sim slowly hummed to life, letting me relax a...

Another highly digital sound of the NAV telling us our force barrier was assaulted. This time, it was a direct hit, but thankfully the barrier held.

"The Maiden's Kiss was reported stolen," a generic SL crony reported to us, "We have reason to believe you are Pirate Captain Hass Humper."

There was a childish laugh from my rescuer, "Captain's a strong word..."

I was still trapped in the airlock as the vessel made evasive maneuvers. Normally the grav sim would smooth things out for crew on board, but the airlock was still on that override that was necessary for my rescue.

The SL crony continued his script, "Cut engines or we will continue to fire upon you."

An 8-bit whooshing sound denoted fire just missing the barrier, by the motion of the vessel, it felt like an intentional dodge. Hass replied, "Making a lot of warning shots, aren't ya?"

The vessel sped up, and I felt like I was being spread out on the wall. The pressure wasn't going to kill me, but it certainly was uncomfortable. It wasn't as uncomfortable as the simulated sounds of fire upon the vessel, but I didn't exactly have to choose between them.

I felt the motion of a spin, then the grav sim hummed to life. I slowly drifted to the floor, head first, and slid on the curved wall. I scrambled to my feet and checked the door to the inside, which was still closed tight. The room filled with air, slowly, and I contemplated my situation.

There was another whooshing sound from the NAV... or maybe this was more of a zooming sound. It meant he made a warp jump. That was crazy to do in the middle of a battle, but maybe he had just cleared it. I held my breath, not sure if we were on collision course or not.

A few seconds passed, at least during my freefall I could see what was going on. A few more and I felt my fur stand on end. Yet a couple more and my hands clenched. Yet more and my butthole matched. Then only when it felt like a whole lifetime had passed, though it was really less than a minute, the sound cut off and I relaxed.

I fully expected the door to the interior to open, but it remained shut. I waited for a few minutes, and then knocked on my side of it. The NAV didn't simulate any sounds for interior actions, so the normal nondigital sound of my gauntlet rapping on steel felt very... welcoming, honestly.

"Alright miss," my rescuer commed over to me, "We're going to have a little talk before I let you in."

"Before?" I tried, "Wouldn't it be easier to question me if you could see my face?"

There was a long pause before, "I don't suppose you're going to surrender any weapons you have on you."

I didn't have any, but offered, "I'll let you do a full strip search."

"Alright," he sounded unsure, "Just put your hands up when I open the door."

I complied, my arms as far out to the sides as I could in my spacesuit. The wait wasn't long. The change in pressure in the room made me wobbly as the airlock door opened to the inside of the vessel.

My rescuer/captor stood inside. He was no taller than my waist, orange, and fuzzy. He had long ears, and four arms, two of which were handling a phase pistol. The device wasn't likely to kill me, just knock me out... unless it put a hole in my suit and he ejected me into naked space.

We stood motionless, only his eyes tracing my form to betray that. We remained as such until he had a good long look and then he removed his finger from the trigger, and lowered the gun. I tried to relax, but he immediately resumed pointing the pistol at me.

He said something not on comm, his muffled voice reaching me to sound like, "You really were naked out there?"

I wasn't literally naked, but I had be unarmed and outside a vessel, so I spoke into my comm, "Are you going to let me inside, or do I need to do more schmoozing?"

He laughed, "What's your game?"

"Horselick," I responded, but realized the joke might not land so I added, "But I'm a fair hand at Poker as well."

He didn't laugh at that, "Well, I guess it's entry or ejection, and I lack the heart to put you back out there." With a sigh he stashed his gun in the back of his belt, "Come on in."

I lowered my arms, testing reactions, and then stepped aboard proper. As soon as I did, my rescuer closed the airlock behind me. My suit detected breathable air, you can't always be sure you breath the same as someone, so I removed my helmet breathing in the pine scented simulated atmosphere. I made a mental note to find a planet to breath in real fresh air soon.

"Okay, now the rest of it," the little man who had ceased being orange and was now red suggested.

I laughed, "Not going to buy me a drink first?"

"We got a full bar in the lounge," he mentioned, "but that can wait. You offered me a strip."

I laughed and unfastened the lock on my suit, then started unzipping it. I climbed out of the suit, revealing the pink bathrobe I had been wearing underneath. I held my suit extended, waiting for comment and looked for a place to hang and refill it.

My rescuer took the suit and dragged it to a nearby hookup, very gentlemanlike. I waited for him to return, wondering if he had a comment on my attire. He refrained, letting me adjust the towel I had draped like a scarf and pull it off.

"Don't lose this," I instructed as I handed him the towel. He very carefully checked it for tricks, but it really was an ordinary towel, if such a thing could be considered ordinary.

I then took a moment to untie my sash and turn my back to the man who had been watching me closely. I folded open my robe and let it fall to the floor. For those in question, I'm a heavier set being, green fur and antenna, with a star pattern all over.

The man whistled, "Guess you got caught out of the shower."

"More or less," I admitted, I turned to look at him, my last shred of modesty being my hands over my breasts, my undercarriage was freely viewable however, "Had to suit up in a hurry, and haven't been out of it in a hot minute."

"You're not out on the run, are you?" he ventured, "Not that I'd be in a position to turn you in, mind you."

I wasn't but, "I did hitchhike upon a Solaris Cruiser."

"And they dumped you with the trash?" He guessed, staring directly as my waist.

"More or less," I repeated, "Lucked out though, it looks like."

"Yeah, how's that?" He tried, then realized, "I guess your air tank did look a little low."

Did it? I had distinctly not checked, probably out of subconscious fear, "If you hadn't been flying by..." I let him imagine the end of that sentence.

He took a moment to consider his words, "So what's your name? Got to know your name if I'm going to buy you a drink."

"Buy?" I asked.

"With discount," he admitted.

"Agnus," I gave him the name, "and you're Hass?"

He laughed, "Just a prank I pulled on those SL jerkoffs. My name's Jack, Jack Jolt."

It took me a moment to recompose myself so as to not cover up, which elicited a gaping stare from Jack relieving a nerve I had. So I'm a little body conscious, big deal.

"It's good to be officially introduced," I ventured, "So about that drink..."

"Right this way," Jack lead me down the short hallway into the main area of the vessel.

It appeared it was a pleasure vessel, complete with full bar and kitchen, lots of seating, and even a simulated exterior view from the lounge. Having just been in naked space (now just naked), it was harrowing how much closer all the objects in the simulation looked. It was necessary to make out what one was seeing, as when outside the battle hadn't look like much.

The objects in question were mostly stars, though a few featured planets, even a couple inhabited worlds which were highlighted as per standard. The system we were in included an asteroid belt and four planets, one of which was inhabited. That's where we were heading, it looked like.

The effect of having this display, made the lounge seem like it had a glass dome, where the doors to other parts of the vessel simply hung on the edge of a platform as though they lead nowhere. The kitchen and bar were in the center of the room, mostly sectioned off by a counter surrounded by barstools. On the whole, it was just us in the vessel, so the many tables about made the large room feel very empty.

Jack sauntered over to the bar, and hopped onto a barstool to hoist himself over the counter. I followed, slightly amused as the setup wasn't intended for someone of his height, but he managed to pull himself up to look over the counter at me.

"So what can I do you for?" He asked, double entendre possibly intended.

I looked at the bottles on the shelves opposite me until I spotted, "Graverobber Whiskey," I read off the bottle. Really any whiskey would do, but that one had a nice name ring to it.

Jack set out two glasses, added ice, and climbed up the shelf for the bottle of whiskey. He quickly climbed down with four limbs, working the bottle with the other two. He poured us each a drink, and I noticed his fur turn a cool blue.

I took one of the glasses and sipped the amber liquid. It was sweeter than I was expecting, not necessarily bad, but I had to wonder what that was about. Jack took a swig, and breathed out hard. He quickly finished the drink and refilled it, while I took time to enjoy mine.

Slowing down on his second glass, Jack came around the counter, this time using the actual entrance to the bar, and found a seat next to me. I stood, not trusting a stool to be comfortable on my bare backside.

I looked up at the simulated space view at our destination. It was labeled Grandeur, which felt odd considering it was on the small end of habitability. Either way at our pace we had another hour before we got there. That gave me enough time.

I drank the last bit of my whiskey and sat down the glass. Jack reached for the bottle, but I shook my head. He shrugged and took another sip as I reached for his pants.

His face registered surprise, fur turning white for a brief second, before he returned to his original orange and cool confidence. He parted his legs so that I could unzip his pants. I pulled down his shorts to release his already forming erection.

It wasn't huge by any means, but it did seem disproportionately large on him. I took the base in one hand and lowered my muzzle to clasp around it. He tasted a bit salty, that was fine, and very musky, as if he had worked up a sweat before. Maybe I'd have to relieve his nerves.

I sucked, letting his toes curl just on the edge of my view. He took another sip of his whiskey and ran some fingers through my hair. I began to bob my head, still slurping on his cock. He grabbed one of my antennae with one hand, still stroking my hair and sipping from his glass.

I sped up, and he started to lose himself in pleasure, but he never put down the glass. Instead he poured himself another after a moment. I didn't mind, it was my intention to let him relax as I took care of him. He however seemed to have other ideas.

He pulled me up by one cheek, just enough to get my intention and said, "How about you turn around."

I obliged, getting on my hands and knees in front of him. He slid off the barstool, though he held onto his drink which he sipped happily as he examined my backside proper. He approached, letting his pants and shorts fall to the floor, but keeping his shirt and vest. There was a thud, probably of the pistol hitting the the floor.

"Damn fine ass you got there," he hummed, as he approached me from behind.

He didn't leave me waiting, he spread my already wet pussy with one hand and guided himself in with another. I was spread on his manhood easily, the electric feel of him leaving me to grip the carpet tightly. He gripped my stubby little tail with one hand, another two on each side of my butt, and began to thrust.

It took me a moment to get over the initial thrill of entry to really enjoy his soft humps. He was being gentle with me in a way I wasn't expecting. It was pleasant, the feeling rolling butterflies through my system, but I wanted more. Before I even asked, he gave it to me.

The now red furred Jack started to really pound into me. The jangle of the ice in his glass sounded in time with my supple moans. I didn't last long, I guess I was so worked up from him saving my life, suddenly seeing stars not accounted for by the simulated space view.

He powered through, ramping up the speed until I was sure he couldn't go any faster. He managed only a few more thrusts before they became more shallow, he was about ready. He pulled out, stroking himself a couple times and spraying his seed all over my backside.

He, obviously a little jelly legged, took a long gulp of his whiskey, before a digital alarm went off. The NAV was informing us of a potential collision, and Jack struggled to find his legs to rush to the cockpit. I managed to push myself to my equally jellied legs, and followed.

There seemed to be a blockade of vessels stopping us from entering the planet's orbit. We checked, and they had SL signatures. How they had found us was beyond either of our guesses, but it looked like we were going to have to think of something.

One of the vessels commed us, "Your vessel, the Maiden's Kiss has been reported stolen..."

Jack turned to me, comm off, and asked, "You fancy we hotfoot out of here?"

"There will be hell to pay if we're ever caught," I noted.

"'If' is the operative word there," he chuckled.

So we turned around and gave the Solaris League a little target practice.