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Our lovely Vixen has already had some tense drama with her First Officer, eh? Well, I’m sure they’ll work things out eventually, or kill each other, we’ll see!

Junon had a lot of baggage and knows every Rashvian would hate her on the principal for what she’s done, or would they? Sometimes assumptions can be just another form of prejudice, right?

It’ll take a few days to get to Aldebaran so- Ah, pardon me, cycles… Anyhoo, it will take a bit, so perhaps while they are in warp, a few chances to bond with her fellow crew will arise!

Naturally, some bonds will be more… direct, than others.

Let’s jump right in!

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Episode 3:

New Bonds & Perspectives

-*Captain’s Log- SD: 242 - July 14th Standard Federation Time*-

We’ve been in warp transit for the better part of two cycles. We should exit the star lane sometime next cycle, then we’ll see what this spacial fatigue is all about.

The tension with my First is alive and well. Even though we’ve not had any more physical altercations or verbal issues, I can feel the contempt just dripping off the Rashvian. I know if we were alone in a dark alley she’d put a knife in my back without thinking twice, which I can’t really blame her for. I’ve done a lot of soul-searching over that event, but even if it had been a ship full of Salarians, I’d not have changed what I did, I know I wouldn’t have.

I’m still awaiting the ship’s nano-compression modules that are slowly remodeling that one small storage bay near the dining area into a functional kitchen space with all my equipment. The damn thing sure takes its sweet time, but hopefully, it’ll be ready by end of cycle and I can start baking again!

Really, I don’t need personal funds these cycles, so I may just make the baked goods for the fun of it, letting crew members just come to relax at the little cafe-style tables I’ll have set up, it’ll be just like my old place, only without making any credit!

Seriously though, this has been tough to adjust to. I feel like I’ve slid back into my role rather well, but it’s much different now that I’m not breaking down into screaming fits of tears and upending my whole living quarters nightly in a fit of rage. I suppose even though I was a Captain for over a year previously, I could consider myself a bit of a novice when my own common sense is steering me.

I’m overthinking this, I’ll just push a little harder during my training and sweat off some of this stress.

-*Finish Entry*-

The door to the medical ward opened as Junon set her jaw with a grimace. She hadn’t formally met the ship’s Chief Medical Officer yet, she’d actually been avoiding it. Well, there wasn’t any avoiding it now; she needed help.

An older Rashvian was sitting at a plush chair and small desk with a datapad in her paws. She looked up to see Junon standing there, her grey eyes showing the calm wisdom of age through a set of lenses. Her fur sported large patches of silver as well, overtaking most of her once brown coat.

“Captain, what brings you here?” She asked politely, slowly taking her time to rise from her seat. Her salute was also a fluid calm motion, not the sharp snaps to attention like the younger members of the crew would make.

Junon returned the salute a little too quickly, a gesture she instantly regretted as she felt a pained yip escape her throat, her back seizing again as she gnashed her teeth, her tails going rigid.

The older wolf gave a knowing smile as she spoke in a motherly, sing-song voice, “Someone didn’t warm up and stretch enough before they worked out~”

“Y-yeah, Chief Medi-” She grunted again from a spasm before the Rashvian stepped forward.

“Call me, Claris, dear… Now put the titles aside and come here, let’s get to work on you…” She pushed a paw gently to Junon’s back, walking her along as if she were an injured puppy.

“T-thanks, Claris… J-just call me Junon then,” she stammered out, walking on the tips of her footpaws as if afraid to take a full step. There was a little more Salarian cussing and swearing as she was helped onto the medical table, lying on her belly.

“So… what movement were you doing when it happened?” Claris asked in an amused tone. She took out the medical tricorder and started going over the fox’s back, the device making a soft humming sound as it scanned her muscles and bones.

“I was just aggressively striking a dummy with my sword, not really… thinking, just trying to burn off some frustration…” Junon growled as she tried to ignore the pain in this position. She supposed the Rashvian didn’t need the whole story, including that she’d been shouting ‘shut up’ repeatedly to the voices in her head, dredged up from thinking too hard about her former Captain and the Rashvians on her ship under her command.

“Something must have been really troubling you, I’m sorry to hear that, dear,” Claris said in a soothing voice, while her paws moved over Junon’s back near the base of her tails. There was a loud crack as the older wolf pushed down firmly to apply some pressure.

“Cresh Cha!” Junon barked out in a snarl.

“My, what a dirty muzzle you have, Junon!” Claris giggled.

“You speak, Salarian?” Junon asked with a pant, the pain seeming to have eased slightly.

The doctor moved over to collect her Sonic-Occilator tool, then returned to the smaller fox. “A bit, yes… I picked it up a few years ago, well the parts the translator doesn’t catch,” she mused, moving the device over the muscles in her patient’s back.

Junon released a euphoric groan, her tails wagging as rippling waves of energy massaged and eased her tensed muscles. She didn’t say anything, and just dug her claws into the table, laying there enjoying the relief. This older vixen was currently blowing away any pleasure Andrew could have hoped to have given her.

A few minutes passed before Claris turned the device off. “Sit up slowly,” she said, “then stand and do a few stretches, see if I missed any spots, dear…”

Junon nodded to the orders, gently rising up to slide off the medical table. She twisted her hips and arched her back, still in her workout shorts with a hastily donned officer shirt so she wasn’t waddling to the medical bay in a sports bra.

“Y-yeah… Yes, I don’t feel anything…” She puffed out, leaning down to touch her toes and rolling her neck a few times, before giving a confident huff as she rotated her shoulders. “That’s… a lot better… Thank you, Claris.”

“That’s my job, Captain.” The Rashvian gave her a smile as she put her things away, her own thick, mostly grey tail wagging. Junon didn’t sense any animosity coming from her, not even the slightest glare.

“Chief Medical Officer?” Junon spoke up in her Captain’s tone.

“Yes, Captain?” Claris put on a more professional tone as the fox used her full title.

“May I speak freely for a moment with you?” Junon asked politely.

Claris tilted her head, considering the request, then flourished a paw towards the desk she had been sitting at. “Pull up one of the side chairs, I’ll make some tea. Have you ever had Rashvian Greenblossom tea?”

“I’ve not! But I’m a big fan of tea, so I’m eager to try! Thank you…” Junon quickly pulled a chair over to the front of the desk, as if getting ready to have a counseling session with the doctor.

Claris took a few minutes to withdraw a box, the tea was clearly from real stock, not synthesized. Junon frowned as she realized she was getting such a thing, thinking back to how much she coveted her own Salarian Grey. She almost insisted she not waste it, but she really wanted to try it, so she bit her tongue.

After the hot water was synthesized from the dispenser, Claris dropped one of her teabags in a steaming cup and then placed it before her Captain. “Let it steep for a few minutes… Meanwhile, what did you wish to speak about, Junon?”

The fox frowned and looked over to the older Rashvian, then to a display of pictures near her desk, it had some younger pups in it. “You know about me, yes?”

Claris lifted her ears and cocked her head. “You’re the Captain of the ship, Junon, of course, I know about you. Everyone here that serves under your command would have looked up their Captain’s details, yes?”

“Then you know… What I have done, to your kind?” Junon cupped the steaming mug in her paws.

“War is hell, we are a species that knows war well, Junon. I am aware and do not hold resentment toward you.” Claris said the words without a shred of hesitation.

“Really? Those are your pups in the frame?” Junon nodded towards the picture.

“My pups? No no, those are my daughter’s! My little grand-kits as it were!” Claris giggled with a shift of pride in her voice.

Junon smiled and relaxed slightly. “I… have been avoiding coming here, introducing myself to you, or any of the other Rashvians under my command…”

“Why, Junon? Do you dislike our species over what happened to your former Captain?” Claris struck right to the heart of the matter with the precision of a surgeon with a nano-scalpel.

Junon flinched, folded her ears, and then looked away with a grunt, just cupping her tea, as if choosing her words. “I don’t… I don’t have a problem with Rashvians, I just felt all of you would hate me on principle, so felt it best to not… burden myself upon you?”

“Ah… This is over Leona, isn’t it?” Claris mused with a smile.

“You uh… Know about that?” Junon tilted her head.

“Junon, I am one of four Rashvian on a ship of over one hundred souls, of course, the four of us will talk. Also, you sent her to me with a fractured wrist, how could I not?” Claris gave the fox a bemused smile.

“Yeah…” Junon snarled as she thought about it.

“She deserved it, I told her as such, and that she should count her blessings if she wasn't on a shuttle back home within a few hours.” Claris wagged a padded finger.

Junon shrugged. “I can understand how she felt. I won't ruin her military career over it. So you all stick together?”

“We are the minority so yes, and as to your concern with burdening us, rest assured, some of your fellow crew are not as… polite as you, the war is still fresh in their minds.” Claris set her with a strong gaze.

“Wait- I won’t have harassment on my ship! If you or any of the Rashvian are being harassed, you come to tell me right away, Claris, that’s an order!” Junon snarled out, her tails whipping behind her.

The older wolf gave her a crooked grin, as if trying to fight back a laugh, but then shook her head. “Junon, none of your crew outwardly assail us, it’s the whispers behind our backs, or the gossip when we leave a room. Rest assured none of us are being targeted directly.”

Junon growled at that, “It is still unbecoming as an officer of the USF to participate in such actions. I will not tolerate it and I-”

“Will be here all cycle, every cycle trying to prevent it if you tried. It is fine, Junon… The hate and distrust will ease with time, it always does.” Claris nodded to her mug.

Junon looked down to see the water had taken on an almost mossy green color. She took a sniff, the smell reminding her of juniper from the Sol system. As she took a sip, the flavor spread in her mouth rapidly. It tasted like a delicate mint, and reminded her of Froy berries back on her homeworld. She nodded her instant approval and took a longer, more discerning sip of the tea, her tails rolling in a wag. Claris could see by the body language she enjoyed it, moving to collect and sip from her own teacup as the two just enjoyed the silence of the medical bay in each other’s company.

After a few more sips, Junon finally spoke. “Claris, this is lovely… I really like it, and I’m honored you shared some real tea from your homeworld with me.”

“I’m happy to have won over a new fan of our Greenblossom tea, Captain,” Claris giggled, rising from her seat to collect the box. She took out three more tea bags and settled them down before the tri-tailed fox. “Keep them in a dry container, and if you really try, you can get three good steeps out of one bag, especially if you’re okay letting the last one sit awhile.” The older Rashvian offered a wink.

“Claris… I couldn’t take your tea! We’re trapped on this ship for… who knows how long! This isn’t something you can just synthesize!”

“Take it, Junon, consider it my welcoming gift to the new Captain, and a little treat for taking some time to sit down with an old Rashvian Battle Maiden over tea.” Claris pushed the bags forward, giving the Salarian a motherly look that said she’d not accept any further argument.

Junon grinned as she collected the bags and relented on the argument. “Thank you… uhm…” She sipped on her tea again, then perked her ears as she barked out, “Oh! Have you ever had Salvarian Grey tea?”

“I have not, Junon,” Claris tilted her head curiously.

“Alright then, I’ll return around this time next cycle before we drop out of warp, and I’ll bring some. Is that agreeable?” Junon gave the wolf a stubborn look, like she’d argue with her all cycle if she had to.

Claris offered a small motherly giggle at the determined young fox before her and nodded. “If you wish to do so, that’d be lovely, but don’t feel obligated to do so, Junon.”

“I don’t feel obligated, well maybe a little over the shared tea, but I want to. I’d like to get to know you, get to know about your grand-kits, and more about…” Junon trailed off.

“My species?” The doctor stabbed right to the heart of the matter once more.

“Is that okay?” Junon frowned.

“Of course, I’m very proud of my heritage Junon, all Rashvian are. I would enjoy hearing more about Salarian culture as well, so yes… Please come by next cycle, I’ll have the pot ready, you bring the tea.”

-*United Space Federation Data Archives*-

-*USF Occam Crew Manifest #1*-

Junon Topaz:

Rank: Captain

Born SD: (Age: 36) 206 May 11th

Home planet: Reiol Space Colony Orbital

Species: Salarian

Junon Topaz was born in the Reiol Space Colony, a massive artificial habitat orbiting the lone gaseous giant in the Salarian home system. Her parents were both Science Officers for the Salarian Diarchy before agreeing to tenure aboard a USF starship.

Junon’s childhood was spent aboard starships and spent very little time grav-side until she enrolled in the USF Jr. Officer’s Academy at the age of fourteen. Graduating ahead of her class, she enrolled in the USF Officer’s Academy of San Fransisco proper at the age of sixteen. She received high marks in her leadership, martial, science, and diplomatic classes while receiving middling scores in her piloting, and engineering.

Upon Graduation at the age of twenty-six, she had been slated to Captain a Science vessel as her parents had wished for her to do after nearly a decade of education, but the looming Rashvian Conflict saw her stationed as First Officer aboard the USF Faffnir and sent to the border of the pending conflict.

Once war officially broke out, Junon saw several key military victories at the side of her Captain, but when Captain Altwritter fell in combat, she took command of the USF Faffnir proper. She went on to rapidly form a retaliation fleet, the first and only offensive operation by the USF forces of the conflict.

As a Fleet Commander, her small squadron of five warships went on to strike several key military facilities deep within Rashvian territory, and Junon’s personal flagship the Faffnir had four notable kills throughout the conflict including the URK Yankreh which was touted as the unstoppable juggernaut of the Rashvian military.

Upon the loss of the URK Yankreh, the Rashvian Khanate sought a ceasefire to properly negotiate a peace treaty. Junon offered strong discontent for the decision to accept and was shortly after removed from her position as Fleet Commander. The Rashvian Khanate demanded as part of the peace agreement, Junon be tried by their own courts for war crimes.

Despite the brutal nature of her incursion and the controversy behind the Dreshkul incident, Junon was touted as a hero who shifted the momentum of the war. The USF High Command felt the fallout of sending one of their greatest Captains to a military tribunal that would see her executed would cripple morale. She was instead summarily discharged with high honors and a generous pension.

Junon spent the next three years wrestling with her PTSD that came with the psyching-severing her bond with Radolf Alwritter left her, a common thing that happened to Salarians who lost a bonded partner while within proximity of them.

In SD: 239 she moved to the remote Earthling colony planet of Undersveil on the far fringes of the USF borders where she opened a bakery and finally started to find herself again after years of psychic recovery.

Junon accepted a formal request from the High Command to return to active duty on SD: 242.

-*End Archive*-

“It’s about time…” Junon muttered to herself as she read over the panel in the wall, beside two large, sealed plasteel doors. She was going over the diagnostic details of the restructuring program for her new bakery to ensure it didn’t miss anything - when she caught someone out of the corner of her eye. It was her Ensign from the bridge who typically was on her comms.

Her ears perked and she turned to face the Earthling fox. He was younger, perhaps only a year or two from having entered adulthood, with sleek black fur and contrasting jagged yellow hair. It still surprised her that Andrew had assigned such a green recruit to her, but his marks had been exceptional when she glanced over his file.

Having turned to him properly, she waited as he seemed to awkwardly stare at her in awe, but then his ears perked up as he gave a panicked bark. “Apologies, Captain!” he shouted out as he stiffened and gave her a salute.

“At ease… See that it doesn’t happen again, Ensign…” Junon gave her own salute, a slower one, just out of fear she might tweak her newly healed back.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am, I didn’t mean to stare!” He barked as Junon turned back to the panel.

“Stare? I was scolding you over the salute, Ensign.” She looked over her shoulder, her trio of tails giving a wag. The knowledge he had been staring didn’t bother her in the least, she was a Salarian, and stares were commonplace when she wasn’t at home.

“Oh gods…” He grunted and shoved his paws over his face, realizing he’d called himself out. “Ah, excuse me, Captain!” He wheeled on his heels and paced away.

“Hold!” Junon barked out, the younger fox’s tail fluffing out and his whole body going stiff as he froze in place. She left him there as she punched a few buttons and the large plasteel doors slid open with a hiss of air before she asked, “What were you staring at, Ensign?”

“Ma’am, uh…” He awkwardly turned to see the fox staring at him before the opened doors, paws on her hips, looking expectant. He hissed and barked out, “Sorry, your tails! I’ve never seen uh… a Salarian in person before!”

“You’ve seen me a few times on the bridge, Ensign… But I did see you attending your duties with mostly laser focus. Don’t think I’m upset with you, I’m used to getting stares.” She waved a paw dismissively.

“Permission to ask a question, ma’am?” He barked out awkwardly.

“Go ahead… and again, at ease, for Pete's sake…” Junon offered him a small smile in hopes of easing the tension of the moment.

His posture relaxed as he took a few steps forward, looking at the open area, seeing a counter with displays of glass. “Is this a restaurant?” He asked curiously.

“It’s going to be a bakery. I ran a bakery before I signed back on, and I only agreed to Captain this ship if I could set one up to run during my off-duty time,” Junon explained with a grin as she flourished a paw.

“That’s amazing! My grandmother ran a bakery back on Ganymede, I remember coming home from school and helping the family run it.” His voice was soft, and nostalgic, as he looked over the front of the establishment.

“Oh really?” Junon mused as she put a paw to her muzzle, rubbing her jaw in thought. “I’m not going to charge for my baked goods, I just want to have a place where the crew can have a sweet and some tea, relax occasionally, you know?”

“Captain… That’s so generous and kind of you!” His eyes glimmered as he clenched his paws.

“Heh… I just like to bake, Ensign, but I don’t want to get fat eating everything I make, you know?” She giggled as he chanced a look over her figure. She could tell he was staring but didn’t say anything. Feeling a chance to tease, she even turned to look at the storefront, her tails hiking just enough to give the faintest peak of her rear, the younger dog offering the faint gasp she was listening for.

“Anyway…” She cooed out and lowered her tails. “If it gets busy, I might have to hire some help though, maybe someone to wait the tables or help prep with me, but… Well, all the crew have their own lives to attend to when off duty, so we’ll have to see. I may just have to do my best on my own.” She sighed, exaggerating her lamenting tone as she put her paws on her hips.

“I could help!” the Ensign barked out dutifully.

She grinned as he took the bait, turning to offer a mock surprised smile. “Really, Ensign? I mean, I would offer you a salary for your efforts, naturally…” She hummed and clasped her paws in front of her, just slightly flexing her arms to push her breasts out, showing off the goods to finalize the deal.

“Uh… Yes! I’ll make time, I’d love to work in a bakery again, and work with you as well! That sounds amazing!” He clenched his paws and gave her a determined look.

“I’m very grateful! Let me just check to see if I have the proper list of ingredients for synthesizing…” Junon hummed as she took out a datapad and quickly skimmed over to the crew manifest. She had all the ingredients already squared away and had triple-checked that, she just needed to look up this cute little fox to save face.

Tyler Londre Jr - Rank: Ensign

Born SD: (Age: 20) 222 May 12th

Home planet: Orbital Colony of Ganymede

Species: Earthling (Vulpes)

Notes: Finished top of class at USF Jr. Academy of San Francisco. Received high marks for skill in fencing, negotiation, and piloting. Spent one year in Officer Academy before being assigned to USF Astral at the direct request of Admiral Nelson. Currently assigned to USF Ocaam, serving under Captain Junon Topaz.

She hummed as she scanned the details over. “My my… you’ve given me an interesting little prodigy, Andrew,” she whispered to herself. “Barely legal too…” She glanced over at the nervous-looking young fox, grinning to herself as she looked over his lovely, lithe figure, strong arms, and that cute, bushy tail of his. “Serve under me indeed,” she quietly cooed as she set the date pad down.

Junon spoke cheerfully, “Good news, Ensign Londre, I’ve got all the supplies I need, I believe we could possibly get this whole thing up and running by next cycle! Well, provided we have time once we drop out of warp!”

His ears perked up and his eyes sparkled. He wagged his tail and said, “Really, Captain? That’s fantastic, and… You knew my name?” He offered her a bashful grin, rubbing the back of his head, ruffling his blond hair.

Ca-ching~ She gave him a gentle smile and flourished a paw as she spoke matter-of-factly, “I mean, I can’t remember the names of everyone on my crew of one-hundred-plus, but you’re a member of my bridge crew, Ensign Londre, of course, I’ll take time to remember your name!”

His tail blurred in a wag as he gave her a smitten look. The vixen hummed victoriously as she pushed the datapad to her chest, taking a few steps closer as she batted her eyes and smiled. “If we're going to be working together, you may call me Junon when we are off duty at the bakery. May I call you, Tyler?” she asked with a playful grin.

He gave a small yip at the offer and straightened up, almost saluting again. “Ah- Is… Is that okay, Captain?”

“I’m saying it’s okay, Tyler, so long as it’s only when we’re at the bakery or in… private,” She hesitated on the last word strategically and saw him bite his lower lip.

Tyler nodded as he ended up saluting her anyway with a dutiful bark, “Y-yes ma’am! I’d be honored to uh… call you, Junon, Captain!”

She giggled and lifted the edge of the datapad, cutely biting the corner of it, blinking her mismatched eyes at him as her tails wagged. “Oh my, you’re adorable… Just Junon, Tyler, okay? No need to salute or string Captain after it, okay?”

He gave her a bashful smile at being called adorable and her using his name, looking away as he nodded quickly. “Alright, J-Junon…” He was obviously nervous and clearly inexperienced, but that was fine by her.

“So, do you know much about Salarians, Tyler?” She jerked her head towards the front of the store and started walking, holding the datapad to her chest again.

“Y-Yes ma’am!” He let out a small grunt as the vixen shot him an annoyed look over her shoulder. His tail shuddered before he yipped, “I- I mean Junon… Yes, Junon!”

“Try not to say my name like it’s a military title, Tyler.” She gave him a small huff as she kept walking.

“Sorry…” He whispered. It was cute, but it was also a little irritating. She reminded herself she was working with a young one here, she had to cut him some slack.

“Don’t be sorry, perk those ears up, Tyler, just relax, and don’t be so tense. Save that for the bridge, okay?” She gave him a small grin.

“Yes, Junon, I’ll try… ma- erm… Old habits, you know?” He laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

Junon thought to herself, ‘Old habits? You’re a pup sweetie, how can they be old?’ She grinned, then asked, “So what do you know about my species?”

“Oh, uh… I just did some cursory research when I learned you were the Captain! I’ll admit I didn’t dig too deep, but the basics like the Nephylle ritual, the psychic bonds, your present standings with the USF…” He tailed off there, as if he didn’t feel he needed to keep going.

She gave him some bonus points for pronouncing their ritual properly. “Very good, and how about our tails?” she continued, quizzing him playfully as her tails swayed.

He perked his ears in surprise and stammered out, uncertain, “Ah… I believe it was… every decade?”

She gave him an approving smile and wagged her trio of tails. “Very good, that’s right!” Her voice was lighthearted as she met his eyes, and she let him do the math in his own head. If he was clever, he should realize he was dealing with a female that had at minimum a decade of experience on him.

He didn’t take the bait and ask her age, so she mentally gave him another bonus point. She just kept looking at him, his blue eyes sharp against his dark fur, she could see the nervousness settling into them as the silence progressed.

Tyler finally broke down and asked a question, “Did you… have some times set up for when you’ll be open here at the bakery?”

“I was thinking we could open a few hours before our shifts started for the bridge. We can serve and bake until we begin our duty. It’ll chip into your free time though, Tyler. Baking is a leisure for me, so it’s not too late to back out?” she asked, offering him another out.

“No, I want to do it!” He gave her a stubborn look. She smiled approvingly at his determination.

“Alright, Tyler, if you’re sure…” She said the words playfully as she lowered the datapad to lay over her crotch, her paws holding it, making her breasts squish up together invitingly in the snug top.

She watched his eyes struggle as if they were weighted to look down and he was trying with every fiber of his being to keep them up. She looked him right in the eyes, daring him to take a glance.

Tyler gulped gently, his dark tail wagging faster, as if out of his control as he stammered out, “Ah… What if our shifts don’t line up, Junon?”

“If you’re going to be my baking partner, they will line up. I as Captain will see to it,” she explained with a simple nod.

“So… We’ll always be working together?” His ears lifted at that, his tail wagging faster.

“We will, we’ll also always be off together…” She batted her eyes, wagging her own myriad of tails, the young fox biting his lower lip at the look she was giving him.

“Shall I… show you the kitchen? Give you a tour of the facilities, Tyler?” She gave him a crooked grin as she flourished a paw towards the doors leading to the kitchen.

“Oh! Yes!” he barked, eagerly following her lead into the kitchen area.

It was the first time Junon was seeing it as well, and despite this having turned into a hunt for pleasure, she was keen to examine things to ensure it was up to her standards. She hated to admit it, but the place was better than her old bakery ever was. The workspaces were larger, and the tools were clean and highly advanced. She could see that Tyler’s eyes had grown more focused, he was examining what was on offer with scrutiny she appreciated.

“It’s a nice kitchen, wouldn’t you agree?” Junon hummed as she casually hopped right up on the steel counter, her tails rolling, her plump breasts giving an inviting bounce as the younger fox jumped slightly at her brazen movement.

“Ah yes… I uh… hope you won’t be sitting on things like that during cooking or service?” He gave her a lopsided grin.

She giggled and flicked her hair off her shoulder. “Don’t be silly, Tyler, of course I wouldn’t, but we aren’t in service or cooking time right now.” She flashed her teeth and lifted her paw, curling a padded finger as she beckoned him.

He gave a small gulp and followed her, stepping forward as she hummed and moved her paws to his collar. She pulled him closer still, spreading her legs to let him step between her skirt, the black fox giving a shocked if not panicked yip.

“Tell me something, Tyler…” Junon cooed as she moved a paw to rub under his muzzle, her claws scratching gently. The young fox’s tail shuddered at her scratching, his blue eyes rolling up a bit and the cutest little whimper escaping his throat that made her heart jump.

He shivered and managed to focus his eyes, biting his lower lip as he blinked at her. Junon offered an amused grin before he whispered, “Yes, Captain?”

She flashed her teeth as he slipped back to her title but played along, her paws moving to tug playfully at his collar and fondle the little array of Ensign stars there. “Were you looking at more than my tails back there, Ensign? Be honest with me, that’s an order…”

He gave a small gulp and nodded his head shyly, the older vixen giving him an eager coo as she fondled the stars, then tapped his nose. “Tell me…”

“Y-your backside… C-Captain…” He confessed, his ears drooping, an awkward whimper coming from his throat.

“Is that right… I want you to do me a little favor, Ensign… Will you listen to your Captain’s order?” She cupped his jaw, and the younger fox nodded rapidly, blinking several times at her as she huffed out hotly, “I want you to answer that question again, but answer it in a lewder way for me… use your imagination, okay?”

He gulped audibly and bit his lower lip, shaking his head slightly. She giggled and scratched under his jaw. “Refusing an order, Ensign?”

“N-no! No… ma’am… but that’s… so disrespect-” He couldn’t finish as she pushed a padded finger to his muzzle. Then, his tail jumped as she slipped her padded tip into his mouth. She felt him suckling on it slightly, his eyes wavering.

“Do as I order you… please?” She whispered hotly against his muzzle before withdrawing her finger, a trail of his saliva hanging from it, his tongue looking like it wanted to follow her digit before he closed his maw and gulped again with a nod.

“So… What were you looking at, Ensign Londre?” She offered the question again.

He shuddered and whispered out, “Ah… T-that nice round ass of yours Cap…tain… and uh… your sexy thighs…”

“Hm hm… not bad…” Junon kissed his nose, then grinned again. “You wanna… feel it?” As she asked, she grasped his paws and dragged them right around, feeling them eagerly slip under her skirt and grab hold without hesitation.

“Holy shit…” Tyler whispered, his paws flexing and kneading at the firm cheeks, not feeling any panties in the way thanks to the skimpy pair that left most of her cheeks bared.

“Having fun, Ensign?” She gave him a smile as she pushed paws to his shoulders, leaning forward so he could get more grasp on her. The young fox just gave her a series of rapid nods, his claws raking through the fur along her plump cheeks.

“Do you wanna touch more… do more, Ensign?” She whispered against his lips, kissing his nose again.

“Y-yes Captain, but… Uh…” He trailed off and she felt his paws growing more awkward upon her.

“Say no more, Ensign,” she calmly huffed. She knew he was younger, but she didn’t expect this much trepidation. That was okay though, she didn’t mind. She could be patient.

Tyler looked devastated as she hopped off the counter out of his paws, as if he’d ruined everything. But the older fox took his paw and gave it a little tug, and he bit his lip. “Ensign,” Junon said with a loving grin, “would you escort me to my quarters, then perhaps stay for tea?” Her grin widened as he practically barked with joy and nodded.

She straightened herself up with a huff, adjusting her uniform and flashing him a look. “I can’t hold your paw while we walk there, but try to keep your cool until we get there, okay, Tyler?”

“Y-yes ma’am… yes Junon,” he whispered nervously, butterflies swarming in his stomach as he followed his Captain. To some casual onlookers, it may have looked like he was being escorted for reprimand given how nervous he looked.

The door hissed open as she led him right into her spacious quarters. The Ensign looked around in awe, as this was the first time he’d been in an upper officer's quarters. “Holy cow, it’s so big in here!” he gasped as he looked about.

Junon just smiled, amused, as the young fox took a moment to get his bearings. Eventually, his attention drifted back to who got him here to begin with. As he stared at her, and Junon pushed off the wall she had been leaning on, his tail starting to slightly wag.

“That rank talk was rather cute back at the bakery, but you use my name in here, THAT is my final order for you, do you understand, Ensign?” She sauntered over with a sway in her hips and grin on her muzzle.

“Yes Captain, Y-yes Junon… I’ll try…” He whispered as she grasped his collar and pulled him down.

He had to take a knee to be eye level with the shorter fox, then her paw was under his muzzle, rubbing again as she whispered, “Let’s clear the air since you’re young, Tyler… I’m a Salarian, we love doing this sort of thing, you understand? You’re not going to become my boyfriend, you won’t get to sleep your way to the top… We’ll have some fun, and if I like you, we might do it again…”

“I- I understand but! I… I don’t have any protection! And I uh… I’ve never-” He huffed as she pushed a paw gently to his lips, giving him a smile before moving in to kiss his lips. Then, she tilted her head to give him a deeper kiss.

The young black fox shivered but returned the kiss, his head mimicking her own tilt, and as he awkwardly kissed her, she could tell keenly what she was working with. She’d have to be careful to not give the poor thing a bad case of puppy love.

Her tongue met his, as they slowly tasted one another for the first time. His form was sloppy but endearing to her, and a small approving growl rolled through her throat, followed by his own, more timid and nervous. Finally, after a few moments, she broke the kiss and he gasped, having forgotten to breathe through his nose from the intense kiss.

Junon smiled and wiped a bit of his saliva off his jaw, then tugged his collar gently. “Come here, we need to talk about a few things…”

He followed her lead as she moved to her large bed, pulling him along by the paw, but then she stopped short of it and moved to look up at him. “Tyler, I can tell you’re inexperienced, and that’s okay, but I also don’t know what kind of Earthling religious or cultural things you may have tied to mating.”

She continued, pushing a paw to her chest, “I’m a Salarian, we can’t get illnesses from sex, and we can’t get accidental pregnancies. Sex for us is very casual, I wouldn’t normally go into this spiel but you’re young and I don’t want to be unfair to you, do you understand?”

He took a knee and nodded as he looked her straight on. “Cap- Junon… I’m really grateful you’re being so upfront with me like this, I’m sorry if this is awkward for you…” He averted his eyes before she drew him to look at her once more.

“Tyler, I can tell you’re a sweet dog… I think you’re cute, sexy even…” She raked her claws through his blonde locks, staring into his shining blue eyes as she continued, “You can still work at the bakery, even if you want to stop, if you want to save your first time for someone special, I won’t be upset or hold it against you, I promise.”

He bit his lower lip and nodded, his paws moving to rest on her hips. “I mean… I already see you as really special Junon… The way you care enough to talk to me like this, warn me, and not just…”

“Use you?” She gave him a smile, finishing his words as he trailed off.

“Y-yes!” He barked. She felt his paws flex on her hips as he drew her closer, a growl bubbling up in his throat as she gave him a wider grin. “Junon… This is one of those situations in a guy's life, that I feel like if I didn’t keep going, I’d dwell and regret it until I died…”

Her mismatched eyes sparkled at his show of bravado, and she kissed his lips again a few times, then snarled and moved her paws to rub at his large dark ears. The kiss grew more intense as their heads tilted, tongues meeting again, their growls mingling as his paws grew more daring. She felt them push under her skirt, eager to touch her legs, moving up along her outer thigh fur.

She broke the kiss with a small huff. “Tyler, I’ll warn you of one other thing if we do this…” She pulled from his paws and grasped his wrist, walking him towards her bed once he rose to his feet.

“Yes, Junon?”

“If we bond, I’ll pick on you and tease you relentlessly while you’re on the bridge!” She barked out lovingly as she jerked on his paws, pulling him to her.

“I can’t wait…” Tyler snarled the words as they threw arms around one another, drawing into another deep kiss, falling into his commanding officer’s bed in a fluff of sheets and fur.

She let him take the lead for now as he dragged her vest off, tossed it aside, and laid her back into the pillows. Junon giggled and even gave him an eager groan, as her new prize started leaving little love nips along her throat.

His paw curiously pushed against the top she wore, the material riding up to show off her belly fur. She felt his grasp starting to creep up into the top, but he hesitated when it got under her breasts.

“Don’t be shy or nervous, Tyler,” she cooed out, grasping his wrist and forcing him to slide his paw up over her left breast. His eyes widened as he got a pawful of her soft plump breast, feeling her hard nipple and… something else? Junon just gave a lazy grin in response to his confused look and said nothing.

After grasping for a few more moments, he couldn’t help himself and just pulled the tight snug top up, letting both the vixen's soft, plump breasts bounce into view, nipples tight with rings through them, and a thin silver chain connecting the piercings.

Tyler’s jaw parted in awe as Junon squirmed about to get her arms pushed together, squeezing her full breasts together and giving a little shimmy of her hips to make them sway. “What do you think, Ty?”

“I think you’re incredible,” he whispered as his paws curiously moved over her chest. Junon flattened her ears and grinned as she felt him start to rub and massage at her breasts, lolling her tongue slightly and offering him a pleased pant for his efforts.

“Holy shit… you’re… panting?” he gasped.

“It feels good… don’t you pant when you feel good, Ty?” She groaned and playfully swatted his paws as she fussed cutely, “Don’t stop…”

“S-sorry! Y-yes… of course…” He bit his lower lip, his paws kneading and squeezing the plush soft mounds in his grasp, his fingers outlining her peaks, Junon shivering at the explorative touch of a young adult fox who had never done such things before.

“So… they’re… sensitive?” He asked as he gave each nipple a small, exploratory pinch. Junon just felt pleasure ripple up her spine as she moaned.

“Oooh yesss… Ty… Why do you think I got them pierced to begin with?” She panted out and gave him a lusty grin.

He curiously fondled the chain, his finger hooking it as Junon bit her lower lip, her toepaws curling and paws digging into the sheets in anticipation before he gave it a little tug. She let out a soft, hissing yip as he barked out and immediately let it go. “S-Sorry!”

She snapped her sharp teeth and shivered before licking her chops. “Don’t be… ngh… do it again, tug a little harder this time,” she hissed as his eyes widened. He gulped and did as he was told, giving the chain a more firm yank as Junon offered up a throaty moan of pleasure to reward his curiosity.

His heart leapt to hear her, shivering as he whispered, “Didn’t that hurt?”

“Hgn… pain can be good too sometimes, Tyy…” Junon snarled in response before deciding she wanted to explore too. She rose up and finished stripping her rolled up top off, yanking her long flowing hair free from her ponytail. As her golden locks settled down over her shoulders, she snatched his own off-duty top, tugging it up impatiently before Tyler lifted his arms to let her strip it free.

She wrapped her arms around him and shoved her breasts to his strong toned chest, loving the feel of their naked bodies touching, kissing at his collar and throat now, her trio of tails wagging as she rolled them both over so she was atop him. His paws moved to her hips, fumbling and struggling to work at her skirt until she undid the button and zipper hidden to the side. He awkwardly peeled it off to reveal her skimpy panties and garter that held her leggings up.

Junon sat up over him as she shook her hair out, making her breasts sway, before she moved his paws up to rest on her hips again. “Do you want to finish undressing me, Tyler?” She gave him a loving grin as he nodded rapidly and his paws quickly got to work unfastening her garter straps.

She rolled onto her rear as they shifted again. They were on a big bed, so she wasn’t worried about either of them falling. Tyler seemed to relish dragging each legging off, then he did something that surprised her as he tossed the last stocking free. He climbed over her and moved to her ankle, kissing at it, then moved further in, up the inside of her calf, then towards her inner thighs.

Junon shivered happily at his thoughtful kisses and eagerness to take his time to explore, feeling him kissing deeper into her spread thighs, her tongue showing as he got to her panties. She watched the young fox nuzzle her crotch, taking in her heady scent of sex. “You smell so fucking good…” He whispered with a shudder.

“So do you, Ty… ngh… what are you gonna do while you’re down there?” She cooed as he started to grasp her panties, dragging them down her hips.

He gave her a surprisingly confident look and decreed, “Figure out how to please you with my mouth!” She bit her lower lip as her wet panties were dragged clear, giving him his first look at a female’s sex, alien or otherwise. Of course, it wouldn’t be too much different from an Earthling’s.

She smiled as he awkwardly moved down between her thighs, huffing at her scent and staring in awe. He’d seen pornographic holo-smut, so he generally knew what to do, but it was still overwhelming to be right here before her like this. He shook his head and just went for it, moving his maw right over her petals, his tongue dragging out to flick and stroke at her pearl.

“Yessss…” Junon cried out blissfully, feeling him finally start to work her over, her body having been dying for affection since the moment she caught him looking. “Right there… right there… Roll your tongue at that spot… oh good dog…” She sighed as she braced on one paw, her other rubbing his head, raking claws through his blond locks.

Tyler growled happily at the directions, doing as he was told, just thankful to be here between this gorgeous fox’s thighs. Junon gasped and shuddered, then grasped at his hair, tugging a pawful as she offered him a blissful moan, his sloppy awkward laps finally paying off as she gave in for him.

He bit his lower lip as he watched the alien fox pussy before him clenching and spasming, his tail wagging at the sight as he blinked up at her. “D-did I just make you cum?”

“Yess… Very hard I might add…” Junon cooed happily, then offered a grin as he growled and went back down for more. She lolled her tongue, feeling his confidence bolstered as he lapped with more purpose, his lips even suckling a little against her now.

“Come on, Ty,” Junon panted with a lusting groan. “Please babe… please…” She hadn’t had any in over two days or even taken care of it herself. She had been ready to break out a sex toy in desperation, but this cute young fox was saving the day for her.

She felt him give a nice hard flick of his tongue and suckle against her as her eyes rolled up, a howl of relief filling the air as she crested a second time for her new lover. He lapped more intently at her clenching walls, tasting her alien honey, finding that he liked this new taste as his tail wagged.

Junon panted for a few moments, coming down from the bliss, before she groaned as he started to go in for more. Gently, she pushed her footpaw to his shoulder, coaxing him away.

“Gods, Tyler… that’s enough… I want your cock in me,” she growled as she rolled over for him, shifting to her knees and resting on her elbows, hiking her trio of tails so he could get a nice good view of the perky round rear that had started all this.

“This is what you were thinking about when you glanced at me at the bakery, wasn’t it, naughty Earthling fox?” Junon cooed as she looked over her shoulder, seeing him frantically tugging his pants and underwear clear. She flashed her teeth eagerly to see he wasn’t too nervous down there at least.

His tongue lolled as he kicked his pants off and his crimson length was fully slid free, dripping with prelove from its tapered head, jumping in anticipation. The older vixen kept her tails hiked while giving him a needy whine, as if she were a bitch in heat waiting to be mounted by her pack alpha.

“This feels like a dream…” Tyler whispered as he moved over to her, having to recall some of the holo-porn he’d watched to remember how to approach properly as he brushed his tapered, dripping length against her slick petals.

“Hgn… then you better get inside me quick before you wake up, Tyyleeerr?” Junon growled as she braced on her paws, pushing back with her own hips playfully as he yipped, feeling him push the tapered tip into her entrance, licking her chops as she looked back at him.

“Gods… You are so amazing…” He growled himself as he slowly pushed forward, Junon giving a needy, eager moan as she felt his length sink into her, biting her lower lip as she listened to his curious huffs.

“It’s… really hot inside and… wet… am I going too fast?” he whispered as he slowly moved forward.

“Not at all… in fact… Ngh…” She snarled and flexed her paws into the sheets, claws digging in as she internally scolded herself for almost telling him to hurry up. ‘Shut up, don’t ruin it for him, let him go at his own pace,’ she thought to herself, offering a needy whine as she looked back, tails wagging and her tongue showing in a pant as he slowly filled her.

“You are so beautiful, gods…” He groaned as he slid his paws around her hips and finally slapped his hips against her round ass. Junon gave a soft bark at the deep push of the Earthling cock that bottomed out snugly into her. He wasn’t hitting the spots Andrew did, but he still was big enough to make her belly bulge slightly, and it was the first time, he’d learn what buttons to press as they went along.

“Gods yes! Tyler… ngh… You feel really good!” She shuddered and started to rock her hips, unable to help herself as he huffed awkwardly and tried to match her pace with clumsy thrusts.

“Ngh… slow down,” she called over her shoulder. “Wait until I push back, then just bump forward… Okay?” He dug his claws into her hips, nodding at her instructions. Sure enough, she slowly rocked back, and as she was about to bump his belly, he gave a nice, firm thrust that sent his tapered tip deep into her.

“Yes! Perfect!” She barked out joyously as her tongue lolled out, her love gushing all over his sacs as her walls crushed him.

“Fuck! What the… ngh!” He snapped his jaws and whimpered in confusion. “Gods, why did you… get so tight!”

She giggled and gave a lusty groan as she looked over her shoulder again, her blonde locks scattered over one ear and partially obscuring her blue eye. “You made me cum, Tyler… Remember watching me clench when you were licking? Now you know how it feels insiiiide…”

“Damn… If that’s how good you feel when you get off… Guess I gotta do it again!” He snarled with bravado as Junon gave him a loving grin and nodded.

“Yes! Yes! Make me do it again, Ty!” Her tails wagged and smacked into his chest as he started to buck against her round rear, stabbing deep into her core as she shuddered and slumped down onto her chest, panting happily.

“Am I doing… okay?” He asked nervously between wet slaps.

“Yesss… Gods…. Tapered cocks are the best and yours feels so good, Ty…” She moaned into the sheets, paws dug into them as her nice round rear bounced to his thrusts, then the vixen arched her back with a happy whining moan as her walls crushed him again, her honey gushing into his crotch fur, making him reek of his Captain’s lust.

“Fuck! Ngh… that one was even harder!” Tyler protested with a whimper.

“Hm hm… just endure until you lose the fight, Ty,” she huffed over her shoulder, shifting her hips, before suddenly growling, “Mount me!”

“What?” He tried to focus as he panted and ground against her.

“Mount meeee… Climb on top of me! I wanna feel your chest to my back,” she snarled, “I wanna feel like I’m a bitch in the woods you climbed on top of!”

“Ah! I- I’ll… try?” Tyler grunted as he shifted off his knees, his jumping length almost slipping out of her drenched fox hole, but he managed to shift up, his footpaws digging into the sheets as he fell forward with a grunt, his chest pushing to her back, his elbows settling on the bed near her own.

“L-Like this, Junon?” He whispered into her large golden ear, his paws gently moving to rest on top of her own.

She shuddered in approval, her smaller body dwarfed by the larger dog’s, making her feel helpless and at his mercy. She leaned up to nuzzle his jaw, scent marking him for a moment before cooing out, “Perfect… fuck me like I’m your bitch, Tyler…”

The young fox shuddered but nuzzled her back, whimpering and nodding as he started to grind and rut his hips. Junon sighed blissfully as she moved one paw up to rub at his jaw, her other arm bracing, feeling his deep strokes making her belly bulge with each push.

“So good… So good…” Tyler panted out as she looked up, seeing he had little hearts in his blue eyes. She sighed proudly and kept enduring the strokes. She never asked Andrew to mount her like this, she only liked it from other dogs, and this little dog was doing it just right.

“Tyler… I’m gonna… I’m… gonna…” She howled out joyfully as her walls crushed him for the third time. He gasped sharply, his tongue flopping out of his jaws as he groaned. She felt him jumping deep inside, and felt the pressure of a knot starting to work in and out of her, showing her little Ensign, no longer a virgin, was getting close.

“Fuck… I’ve not been knotted in years, babe… Will you knot me, Tyler? Knot me like you want puppies?” Junon cooed as she scratched under his jaw while he ground and bucked against her dripping petals.

“Can I? I…ngh… How do I even do it?!” He practically whined the words, the talk of puppies just making those hearts in his blue eyes look more solid.

“Hgn… one more… please give me one more, then… just thrust nice and hard, even if you think it’ll hurt me, just push until it gets in, okay?!” Junon barked the orders as he nodded while panting into her ear, his sweat and scent all over her as he bucked his hips.

Junon flopped down onto her elbows, her tongue lolled, hearts in her own mismatched eyes as he kept stroking, doing a fantastic job for his first time. She whined and whimpered, claws digging into the sheets. “Almost Ty… a little harder… please?”

“Anything for you… anything!” He snarled and shook his head, he felt at his limits, but he couldn’t leave her disappointed. He had to give her another. His hips bucked harder, and her happy yips filled the air in response, as that growing knot popped in and out, fatter with each stroke.

“Ngh… Gods... I… I…” He whined as well, feeling like he was going to fail her.

“Cresh Cha! One last thrust, as hard as you can! That’s an order!” She barked as he gave an awkward yip of obedience and slammed his hips as hard as he could against her rear. Junon’s tongue flopped out of her jaws as he crammed that fat knot deep, and she felt it bloom, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to withdraw now.

“Oh… my… G-godss…” He shuddered, his body having had enough. His length gave a deliciously hard jump as the young fox howled out in a blissful euphoric moan, tears rolling down his cheeks as his thick ropes started rushing into her womb.

“Yes! Yes! Cresh… chaaa… yesss…” Junon slurred with hearts in her eyes, feeling his heat gushing in, her belly rounding and poking out cutely as if she had a puppy from him already, this young Earth fox having so much to give for her as her mismatched eyes rolled. A proud grin spread across her panting muzzle.

“Schooo goood…” Tyler drunkenly slurred, his hips slowly grinding, then he shuddered as his own heart-filled eyes rolled up from the feeling of her walls milking the last of his love. He felt lightheaded, having officially lost his virginity, hearing a loud, high-pitched whine in his ears as if he were having a bout of tinnitus.

He collapsed atop her back, exhausted and panting. The smaller fox grunted at his weight, but she was grinning and happy to have him atop her, heart throbbing to know she had given him a good first time.

“So… much… can’t… gods…I hope she… liked it…” His words drifted into her mind, his own internal thoughts and concerns. Junon just gave a proud, contented hum to know he was so worried about her, licking her chops before panting again, full of his love and quite satisfied indeed. Oh yes, she’d be keeping this one to be sure.

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He finally awoke several hours later, the sound of low-volume urb-world prog-rock playing in the room. His body felt sore and worn out, for a moment he wasn’t sure where he was, his cheeks pressed to something warm and soft.

Reality slapped him in the face as he offered a little grunt, realizing his arms were wrapped around a girl and his head was on her breasts. What a soft and comfortable pillow they made…

He shivered and hugged her closer, thinking to himself, “Holy shit… it wasn’t a dream… thank the gods… I really hope she liked it and won’t-”

“You did fantastic, my fox, I was thoroughly satisfied, make no mistake…” Junon’s paw moved to caress his blonde locks, but he jumped away with a startled yip from the voice that suddenly burst into his own mind.

“Shh… it is fine… relax…” Her words actually came to his ears this time, her claws raking through his scalp as he let her guide his head back down to rest upon her chest.

“So you can… hear my thoughts?” He thought to himself as a test.

“I can, but don’t worry, Tyler… This will only happen if we’re a few yards from each other. I won’t be able to snoop on your thoughts if you’re more than, say, a room away?” She sighed happily while thinking the words, moving a paw to fondle his large dark ear.

He gulped and nodded gently as he thought, “Junon, that was… I really liked it… I really like you…”

“I like you too sweetie, but remember what I told you, no expecting this to turn super serious… We Salarians are no strangers to unrequited love, and I don’t want this to be a regret for you, understand?” She gently rubbed his ear as they continued their discussion in their minds.

“I know, I remember. I’ll try to keep it in mind…” He nuzzled her chest gently while hugging her closer.

She giggled at his tight squeeze, then cooed and resumed raking a paw through his hair. “Try he says!” She spoke aloud with another giggle.

“S-sorry!” Tyler stammered out, nuzzling her chest. “I mean, I’ll respect whatever you want, Junon, I’m not going to-”

She pushed a paw to his lips. “It’s okay, Tyler… I know how feelings can change and adapt, for now… Just respect what we are and are not, and… know I hope you’ll not let this be a one-time only thing?”

That got him to rise up and stare at her, his tail wagging as he huffed out, “R-really?!”

She gave him a grin but felt a bit of guilt settle as she saw the little hearts in his eyes. Her paw cupped his face as she smiled. “I’d like to have you over from time to time, yes… I don’t want this to be a one-and-done, is that acceptable to you?”

“Yes! Yes! A hundred times yes!” Her eyes widened as he pushed in to kiss her. She couldn’t help herself as she tilted her head, offering her tongue with a small groan.

Their tongues rolled as he kissed back more confidently, and she felt his paws moving over her breasts, then a faint tug on her chain. She broke the kiss with a soft hiss, her teeth clenching as he moved to start kissing down her throat.

“Hgn… ready for more already, babe?” Junon giggled out loud. “We’re due at the bridge in two hours… You’ll be awfully tiiirred and as Captain, I won’t cut you any slack for it!”

His length was mostly slid free as he growled, shifted on top of her, and confidently moved between her legs, sliding paws under her knees to heft her closer. The Salarian before him lolled her tongue in approval as he started stroking at her petals with his quickly growing length.

“Then I’ll take an adrenaline shot at the med bay before we start. I… I really have to have you again, Junon… please?” He groaned as he was already lining up to push into her.

She sighed and licked her chops, giving him a nod. “Alright, Tyler… but you’ll have to take a shower with me when we’re done, I won’t have you on my bridge stinking of sex with me, understood Ensign?”

“Your wish is my command, Captain!” he dutifully barked, hearts in his eyes as Junon gave him an eager grin. This expedition was already providing some lovely rewards for her.

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