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Things are certainly getting interesting, now aren’t they?! A contact with a species thought long dead, only to find out the fleet was now in a sector full of them.

Garrish seems to represent a much-needed lifeline for the fleet while they are stranded in this unknown part of the void, but will it end up being a boon or bane to Junon and her crew?

The Occam will be back with the rest of its siblings soon, but our lovely Salarian still has a promise to keep. Not to mention we’ve got something brewing between the ship’s First Officer and Head of Security that will also need some addressing.

There’s going to be plenty of interspecies mingling this episode, some diplomatic and some nice and spicy!

Let’s jump right in!

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Episode 10:

Diverging Paths

-*Captain’s Log- SD: 242 - August 13th Standard Federation Time.*-

It’s been an eventful few cycles, to say the least, between my lovers joining me in bed together, and possibly starting their own potential relationship, to encountering an alien species in warp of all times.

I suppose I should be happy that Leona is trying to give Tyler a fair shake. It’s not an easy thing to shrug off bias that is part of your very species' core principles. I’ll admit though, seeing him lose his senses near the end there… Cresh cha, I hope we can all three have lots of fun together in the future!

A Marvulian, pure-blooded supposedly. I still can’t believe it! I’m taking a big risk here by letting Lieutenant Shelby speak with them. As a species that is intimately familiar with psychic bonds, I can’t be sure any new race isn’t actually a powerful psychic capable of brainwashing my crew! Tch… maybe I’m just being paranoid, but it’s clear they have more advanced technology than we do, or at least when it comes to space travel. Who knows what they’re capable of?

At any rate, I’m going to be cutting the log short here. We’re due to rendezvous with the main fleet in just about four hours, and I’ve got an overdue promise I need to keep before then!

-*Finish Entry*-

The door to the holosuite hissed open as the Salarian strode through with a small grin on her muzzle. She’d dressed in something casual for the little date, a flowy green sleeveless dress with matching flats and cream-colored stockings that came up to disappear into the ruffles. Her blonde locks were pulled back into a ponytail to keep her hair off her shoulders. The top of the dress was unapologetically snug. It hugged her chest and accentuated her curves, making her sway slightly as she stepped in.

“Ah! J-Jun! Whoa…” Talleria gasped at her, already squirming in her simple shoes. The doe was dressed in denim-like pants, with a blouse that showed off her shapely breasts, but with much more modesty than Junon.

“You sound surprised to see me, Tally, I did warn you I was coming.” Junon giggled and put a paw on her hip, pushing her chest out a little more for the younger female’s wandering gaze.

“Y-yes, I know! I uh…” Talleria gave a small grunt and turned to pull her eyes off the fox, trying to compose herself.

“You what?” Junon puffed right up against her perky ear that flipped up as the doe trilled out awkwardly from the fox’s hot breath.

“Gah! I’m… Not sure what I expected!” She snarled and gave Junon a small glare before clutching the datapad in her paws to her chest. “D-Did you look over the notes I made?”

Junon smiled, seeing she was trying to get down to business to avoid the social interaction. “I did where I could find time. It’s been a busy few cycles as you know…” She stepped back with a smile.

“Alright…” Talleria gave her a nod, then called out, “Computer, start personal program one!” As she finished the command, the holosuite activated, leaving them standing in a large room with polished hardwood floors. The furniture was ornate, with plush upholstery and skillfully carved armrests and legs. Between the seats was a rug with woven flowers and gold-colored fencing, like a garden space seen through a kaleidoscope. In small sections, the walls themselves were padded; all sound carried through the space, but not to the extent that it echoed annoyingly. Perfect acoustics, like a hug for the ears. Simulated natural light brightly illuminated the place through high windows, making every detail gleam.

“Very nice…” Junon walked about, observing several instruments set out around the room. Some hung on the walls within carved features, while others stood on the floor, including the ones they’d spoken about the other day in Engineering.

“Did you have an instrument in mind?” Talleria asked in a nervous voice.

“Well, don't the notes on reading music focus on a certain kind of instrument? As in the ones I followed might only work for certain types?” Junon asked as she walked about.

“That’s correct, but tell me which one you wanted to try?” Talleria asked again.

“I want to try… the vadlee,” Junon said matter-of-factly as she pointed at the string instrument, then saw Talleria offer a small smile. The fox perked her ears and grinned. “What’s with that look on your face, Tally?”

“I had a feeling, so I sent you notes on that style of music to read,” the Danlazi confessed, sounding proud of herself as she moved over to collect the alien instrument.

“Oooh, cocky little doe… Think you can read all my intentions?” Junon cooed in a playful flirty voice that instantly shattered the other girl’s composure.

“Oh uh… shit… I mean… I didn’t mean it like that, Jun!” Talleria trilled out as her perked ears drooped.

“I’m teasing you, cutie!” Junon strutted over and looked the instrument over before flashing her teeth in a grin. “Okay instructor, where do we start?”

“I’ll teach you the proper way to hold the instrument, then paw placement, what each string represents as a note, then walk you through some very basic exercises.” Talleria took a deep breath in, then met Junon with a serious look. “Expect this to be an ordeal… It will take a lot of time and effort to play even the simplest songs, understand?”

“Hm hm… guess I better focus and not flirt too much with you while we do it then, eh?” Junon tapped the doe right on the tip of her snout. The young alien’s antlers shimmered and grew more light in color.

“Y-yes… please focus while I’m trying my best to teach you… J-Jun… please?” Talleria stammered out nervously.

“Okay okay, I promise to do my best, so teach this old dog some new tricks,” Junon barked out as she opened her paws to take the vadlee.

Over the next hour, Talleria showed Junon the basics: how to place her paws and hold the playing bow for the vadlee, string locations, what notes they played, and just general familiarization with the instrument.

“Toth!” Junon snarled as she flicked her wrist to reset the bow.

“Relax your grip, it’s not a sword or phaser, no need to hold it so tightly!” Talleria wagged her finger.

“My claws keep getting caught when I shift to the next string!” Junon hissed.

“So retract them!” The doe grumbled.

“Tally, I’m not a damn feline species, they don’t retract!” She growled.

“Tch… and you can’t trim them?” Talleria sighed.

“No way, I’d sooner shave my tails or cut my hair!” Junon barked back.

“Okay okay… Then you’re going to have to just account for them as you shift. Also, you’re holding it wrong, again,” the Danlazi sighed as she walked over to her.

“Well sorry, this is all new to me!” the Salarian grumbled back, then lifted her ears as the taller girl moved up behind her.

“Like this... Hold it slightly under your jaw with the edge, then keep this paw in the resting position I’ve shown you, let it lean on your shoulder so your arms don’t get as tired… Good, now hold the bow like this…” As the doe explained, she pushed up to Junon’s chest, her perky breasts shoving into the vixen’s back while her own hoofed paws moved to grasp the fox’s own, adjusting them as she spoke.

Junon growled, but it wasn’t all annoyance this time. She was enjoying the smell of the young alien as she guided her. It quickly became a struggle to pay attention.

“Good, just like that… Got it?” Talleria asked while easing her paws from Junon's wrists.

“Mhm…” The fox hummed in response, feeling the younger girl pushing a little closer.

“Okay, try showing me the paw positions again,” Talleria huffed, still pushing against Junon’s back. It was obvious that she didn't want to disengage.

Junon thrummed and shifted her padded fingers against the strings, trying to mimic the positions. “Like this, Tally?”

“Oh, that's not bad, a little more to the left… like this…” Her hoofed paw grasped Junon's, adjusting the fingers… Her touch lingered for a long moment.

Junon cut her eyes back, the one golden one seeming to shimmer for an instant. “Hey Tally?”

The doe perked her ears and gulped at the glance, feeling a shiver roll up her spine. “Y-Yes, Junon?”

Junon gently lowered the instrument and pushed closer to the taller girl's chest, whispering, “Hmm… You smell good, and I like feeling you against me like this…”

“J-Junon?” Talleria stammered out as the fox turned to face her, a small grin showing on the dog's muzzle.

“Yes, Talleria?” She cooed as she threw her arms around the other girl's neck, drawing her down closer.

The doe's purple eyes were wide and her antlers were white like snow, showing the level of nervousness surging through her.

Junon pulled her closer, growling before she brushed her muzzle to Talleria's. The deer gave a soft little gasp at the gesture before the Salarian pushed forward, sealing their lips in a kiss.

Talleria shuddered but tilted her head, offering her tongue and accepting the kiss after her initial shock wore off. Junon growled victoriously, her own tongue meeting the doe's as their kiss deepened.

With a groan of approval, Junon flicked and rolled her tongue against the younger girl’s, her paws drifting up to curiously brush over her left antler. The felt-like texture there was soft against her pads. Talleria offered a shocked trill of a moan from the sudden touch, then suddenly yanked her head away to break the kiss, eyes wide.

“J-Jun! Those are… very sensitive! You don’t just p-paw on a Danlazi’s antlers unless, erm…” She squirmed but didn’t pull from the older girl’s arms.

“Oooh… Now I need to touch them even more…” Junon cooed as she raised her paw again. Talleria bit her lower lip hard but didn’t flinch away this time. Junon started to brush her finger over the felt but hesitated and blinked a few times. “Hang on… I’ve seen you strap tools on these things, how sensitive can they be?”

Talleria showed a frustrated glare at her not touching but then puffed her cheeks out before hissing, “Jun! D-didn’t you look anything up about my species before you started… pawing on me?”

The fox gave her a sheepish grin and shook her head. “No, I just like you, regardless of what your species was… Is that so bad?”

Talleria gasped, surprised, her cheeks feeling hot as she shook her head several times. “N-no… I mean… I like you too, Jun… but uh...” Talleria seemed to compose herself as she explained, “Our antlers are only receptive to the uhm… electric biorhythms of others. They’re attuned at birth to not respond to our own touch or anything that isn’t natural, so for me to touch them or mount tools on them, does nothing for me.”

“Ahh, see here and I thought maybe you were just a little exhibitionist, strapping things to your horns to have wet panties while you worked!” Junon barked out playfully as Talleria gasped again and shoved her paws over her face.

“Gods! Jun… I’m, I’m not some sexual deviant like you are! I’ve only ever been with two others in my whole life, and they were both Danlazi… Y-you’re the first alien I’ve uh… ever uhm… felt something for…” Talleria muttered, cracking one of her fingers to look at Junon.

“I’m flattered, do Danlazi take courting seriously and so you’re picky?” Junon cooed as she pushed closer again, dragging a paw over Talleria’s chest, tugging the blouse down just enough to show off some of her chest fur. She raked her claw through it, and admired just the faintest show of her cleavage.

“W-we don’t really have any kind of uh… cultural standards for courting or relationships, I’m just uh… A bit of a shut-in, and guarded with who I trust… My last two lovers weren’t very nice or caring about my passions or hobbies…” Talleria explained while nervously squirming under the touch.

“Huh… Well, I’ll confess, I’ve not studied heavily into your culture, Tally, but I have genuinely been interested in your personal stuff… That’s why we’re here after all… This wasn’t some ruse to get my paws on you, and if you told me to get back to practice and let you go, I would.” Junon met her eyes, pushing her paw up the doe’s neck to rub at her jaw.

“I- I don’t want you to though… I like you touching me… I’ve thought about it a lot over the last few days…” Talleria confessed awkwardly with a small smile showing.

Junon perked her ears as a thrill went up her spine. She felt the insatiable need to tease, to dominate, just like with Leona. She leaned close, puffing into the deer’s perked ear, “Is thinking all you’ve done, Tally?”

Talleria gulped loudly, her purple eyes wide as she shivered. Then, she gently shook her head. “N-no, Junon… it’s not…”

“Tell me… tell me what else… please?” Junon cooed into that perky bluish-white ear, feeling the Danlazi shudder in her arms.

“Ah… erm… Junon… I think you’re really pretty and smell good… especially when you were working with me in Engineering… the mixture of the machines with your own odor… it makes me crazy…” Talleria whispered as the fox leaned closer, now nibbling at the perked ear of the doe.

“I think you smell good too, but you didn’t answer my question…” Junon shifted her paw to cup the Danlazi’s modest breast, giving it a soft squeeze. Her thumb brushed over an obvious hard peak in the blouse, feeling clearly there was a piercing in it. She teased it as she repeated, “What… else?”

The younger girl offered whimpered at the touch, panting as she confessed, “I… I touched myself… stroked myself while… T-thinking about you… J-Junon…”

“That’s so hot… Smelling you got my panties wet when I worked with you the other day… talking to you… touching you… such a cute doe…” Junon gave her ear a firmer little bite, then suckled at the sore edge. The Danlazi let out a soft moan as the fox’s paw that wasn’t kneading her breast moved up to brush her antler once more.

“Junon… huff… you’ve been driving me crazy… I can’t get you out of my head… I want to keep teaching you music but… but…” Talleria bit her lower lip, whimpering, unable to say the words.

“Me too, I want to earnestly do things with you, I wanna get good enough to play songs with you, my little doe…” Junon practically purred the words. Talleria let out a needy little moan of a trill at being called hers.

Junon snarled and gave that bluish ear a final nip before withdrawing her paws and barking out, “Computer, change the program. I don’t care what, just something with a big bed!”

There was a chirp from the computer as the holosuite shifted and suddenly turned into a bedroom, but it was the most gaudy love-motel style bedroom one could imagine, with a heart-shaped bed, pink sheets and furniture, even a neon sign blinking against the backdrop of the window.

“This Computer AI has a sense of humor I see,” Junon thrust a thumb up at nothing in particular with a grin. Talleria just gave a nervous giggle as she moved her paws to Junon’s hips. The Salarian offered an approving smile as the doe pushed closer, and both girls drew into another deep, eager kiss.

“Fuck… can’t believe… this is finally… happening…” Talleria whispered between kisses. Her paws grew more brazen, both shifting to gently knead Junon's own breasts, curiously exploring. Her ears perked as she felt the hard press of metal against her thumbs.

Junon showed a small grin as she broke the kiss, feeling the doe make her discovery. “Mhm… I’ve got some piercings, but I could feel you did too…” Junon batted her eyes cutely and started to peel the straps of her dress down her shoulders. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”

“Ah! O-okay!” Talleria offered a bashful grin. Then, with just a moment’s hesitation, she peeled the blouse right up over her head. Her breasts spilled into view, shapely and perky, her turquoise coat of fur seeming to turn more blue-white along her throat and between her modest, round breasts. Her dark pink nipples had platinum rings that looked right at home against her fur.

“Y-you’re the first one to see them since I got them pierced,” she said bashfully, as she folded her arms under her breasts to show herself off.

“Oh, they’re great looking, those rings are gorgeous on you, cutie… Hgn… let me finish the trade then…” Junon dragged her arms through the straps and walked up to the Danlazi, the top of her dress still clinging to her round breasts. The fox gripped the doe’s paws and brought them up, easing them to slide over the exposed sides of her breasts to finish the job. “Go on my doe…”

Talleria gasped cutely as she grasped and kneaded at the sides of her Captain’s chest, then bit her lip and nodded, dipping both paws into the open dress. Her hands cupped and squeezed the large, soft breasts greedily as the fabric rolled down. The chain tethering them was revealed between her grasping paws, and the Danlazi gasped excitedly as she took a look at the set of rings. “Oh my goodness… That is so sexy, Jun!”

“Thanks… I bet you’d look good with a chain too… orrr…” Junon casually reached up and unlatched her own from her nipple rings. The doe gave a sharp little gasp as the fox attached the chain to Talleria’s own piercings, humming to herself. It slacked a little more since the doe had a smaller set, but it still looked great on her in the fox’s opinion.

“Oh, that’s nice… and…” Junon tucked a padded finger under the chain, growling as she lifted it. Talleria bit her lower lip, her eyes wide, then let out a pained little shock of a moan as Junon gave the chain a small tug.

“J-Jun!” She cried out, biting her lower lip hard, her eyes looking wet.

“Too hard, my doe? Do I need to lighten up on your girls?” Junon cooed, then twirled the slack of chain on her finger before offering another tug just as firm as the last.

Talleria gave a startled trill of a moan, her purple eyes fluttering up as she shuddered but just shook her head, clenching her teeth. “Ngh… huff… D-do as you please with me, I’m just… happy to have you here… with me…”

“Oh, you’re a treat… Cresh cha… what a perfect little doe…” Junon released the chain and shoved the other girl back onto the bed with a bounce. Talleria gave a small gasp from the impact, her breasts bouncing and the borrowed chain rattling. Her hips squirmed as she watched the older vixen settle down right on her knees before her.

Junon’s trio of golden tails wagged now that she was before her new lover. “Hgn… Been dying to get my head between your thighs and make you scream, little doe…”

“R-really?!” Talleria squeaked out while panting, biting her lower lip as she watched the smaller fox grab at the front of her pants.

“Uh-huh… I…” It was at this point, now that she was down here in the thick of it, Junon realized, she hadn’t really done much research or any at all on Danlazi, she’d just been winging it because she was interested in Talleria. Therefore, she had no idea to expect to see this sizeable bulge in the doe’s pants.

Junon cocked her brow and just yanked the pants open, curiosity too much to not be sated. She offered a shocked yip at the large length that sprang up right in her face, her gold and blue eyes wide with shock. “Cresh cha! Y-you’ve got… a cock?!”

Talleria blinked at her in confusion and stammered out, “W-what?! O-of course I do! Why wouldn’t I?!” The doe bit her lower lip, looking nervous. “I-Is it not good? Am I too small or something?”

“What? Uh… n-no? It actually… I mean it’s really big! And… fuck, is it tapered?” Junon looked around the alien phallus curiously, her tails wagging faster now that the musky scent was getting in her nose.

“Y-yes? Again… Isn’t that normal? Don’t you have one, Jun?” Talleria asked awkwardly.

“Uh… no?” Junon stood right up and dragged her dress down, peeling the panties clear as well to show her own body off, pink petals clearly drenched in her golden fur but obviously no fox dick standing at attention.

“Whu?!” Talleria trilled out in shock, staring with a clearly flabbergasted look on her face. “H-Hang on… how do you even… I mean… uh…”

Junon offered a crooked grin and lowered herself back down, looking over the twitching length. “Oh… you’ve got… both? Guess I’ve got some different kind of exploring to do today…” Junon grasped the jumping length that clearly resembled any cock she’d been used to working with, but there were no sacs, just very drenched petals the same color as the doe’s pierced nipples.

“Y-you sure it’s… okay?” Talleria whispered, already feeling the fox start to pump her jumping length. The doe clenched her teeth as the fox shifted another paw up. She let out a throaty gasp as Junon found her pearl next. This little alien had both sets to work with, to Junon’s delight.

“Damn it… I’m jealous… you’ve got both and they each seem to work just as well… even those cute antlers of yours are a joy button, eh?” Junon cooed as she brushed her thumb against the pearl with one paw, her other still stroking and pumping that ample deer cock. “Hgn… do you still shoot cum from it as well?”

“W-what kind of question is that?!” Talleria gasped out while panting, her tongue lolled from the dual stimulation.

“A valid one!” Junon barked with a grin. She then kissed up the side of the throbbing length before taking the tapered head right into her mouth, suckling gently on it, paws still working both the alien doe’s pearl and length.

She hummed eagerly while suckling, her tongue rolling gently against the tapered head in her hot mouth, then popped it free to kiss down the length before her tongue started to drag against the waiting pearl next. Both acts seemed to make the little Danlazi groan and trill out, her tongue lolled as that nice big length twitched in the fox’s paw.

“So… you said two others… how’d you decide who took a hole?” Junon hummed as she pumped the length and occasionally lapped at that pearl.

“Ngh… I was… a-always the bottom… I’ve never actually been inside before…” Talleria confessed while panting cutely.

“My my… well I guess that’s changing tonight, my sweet doe…” Junon growled as her tails fluffed out. She then moved from the floor to climb into Talleria’s lap, her own petals soaked and eager to try this new doe out.

“Ah… W-wait… I uhm… I uh…” Talleria stammered out nervously, biting her lower lip as Junon grinned and wrapped her arms around her neck.

The deer gave a whimper as the fox gave her kiss after kiss, happily returning them. Then Junon puffed in her face after breaking the last one, “You what, Tally?”

“I uhm… Want to… taste you first?” Talleria asked demurely with her lower lip bit. Junon offered her a wide grin as she climbed off and flopped back in the bed, her breasts bouncing as she hummed and spread her legs.

“Okay my cute doe… come taste your new fox…” Junon cooed the words lovingly, her right paw moving down to stroke her soaked petals, lolling her tongue as she lewdly spread them to show off her soaked entrance.

Talleria squeaked at the view, then whimpered as she shifted to climb down, her length twitching impatiently as the doe scooped paws up under her waiting lover’s knees. Junon grinned, seeing the little hearts in the doe’s purple eyes as she shoved her whole muzzle right over the waiting fox petals.

“Oh! O-ohhhh!” Junon barked out, then licked her chops, her paw rubbing at Talleria’s ears and hair. “Fuck… my new doe knows how to… use that mouth! Ha!” She cried out blissfully, offering deep growls as Talleria skillfully lapped her tongue and circled her new lover's spot dutifully.

“Fuck! It’s… It’s so much easier to do this with you!” Talleria trilled out happily, then shoved her mouth back down to suckle directly at the pierced pearl in her mouth.

“Hgn… because I don’t have some monster fox dick in the way, cutie?” Junon giggled, then huffed and rubbed one of her ears. “Come on… almost… I’m close, Tally…”

The doe nodded rapidly, hearts in her eyes as she suckled harder, then after a few more moments, Junon clenched her teeth, feeling herself thrown over the edge as she let loose a blissful howl of a moan that seemed to squeeze the Danlazi’s heart.

Talleria lapped gently, then pulled back, her tongue lolled, drool hanging from it to Junon’s still clenching walls. “You… sounded so good… I- I actually… I made you give in… W-with my mouth!” she squeaked out, sounding proud as she blinked her heart-filled eyes up at Junon.

“You did… gods, that mouth of yours… huff… but I want you to get me off with that cock too, cutie…” Junon growled and brushed her fingers over the Danlazi’s snowy white antlers.

With an eager nod, Talleria slowly climbed over her Captain, the fox giving a wide grin. “I’m uh… You know, I’ve never put it in before, she whispered shyly, “so it might be clumsy…”

“You’ll be fine… Oh, wait, you know what?” Junon barked and flopped over onto her belly, then rose up onto her knees and paws, hiking her trio of golden tails, looking over her shoulder with a grin. “How about you take your new fox bitch properly?”

“Ah! Y-you’re not just some bitch, Junon!” Talleria stammered out, but she had a cute grin on her face as she eagerly climbed closer.

“It’s called roleplay, Tally… Hgn… Come on… I’m dripping for you… take your bitch doggy style, yeah?” Junon cooed as her hips shifted, feeling the doe awkwardly moving over her.

“Ah… Okay… So I climb on top slightly… like this… and uh… put my tip against…” She spoke aloud as she moved into position. Junon licked her chops as she felt that tapered tip slipping against her soaked petals.

“Uh-huh! Good! I can feel you pushing in, now… Huff…” Junon groaned as she shifted her hips to help work the tapered head of that ample cock into her entrance, then growled out, “Push forward, don’t think, just push forward and take your bitch!”

Talleria gave a cute trill of a groan as her paws grasped Junon’s shoulders, her hips pushing forward, the fox lolling her tongue as she felt her walls forced to accommodate that ample deer cock inch by inch.

The larger girl bottomed out snug into the smaller fox as Junon groaned and collapsed onto her chest, paws grasping the sheets as she slurred out in a moan, “Fuuuck I love tapered cocks! Ngh!” Her tails thrashed as Talleria winced, feeling the vixen’s walls just crushing her, fox honey dripping down over her own petals beneath her twitching length.

“Fuck… fuck… y-you’re coming really… h-hard… oh by gods…” Talleria whispered and moaned, her hooved footpaws digging into the sheets as she awkwardly tried to climb over Junon. She’d been mounted herself a few times, so she just had to recall how it worked.

“It’s because you feel so fucking good!” Junon snarled and dug her claws into the sheets harder, then gasped excitedly as she felt Talleria climbing into a proper mounting position.

“Yes! Cresh cha, yes!” She barked gleefully as Tallaria gave a cute grunt and fell onto her elbows, her own plump pierced breasts pushing into Junon’s back. The fox groaned with approval at being dwarfed and mounted by the larger girl.

“L-like this, Jun? Ngh…” She asked awkwardly. Her body seemed to sort things out after a few strokes. Now she was properly mounting her new fox, who offered lustful yips and moans to the Danlazi’s deep strokes.

“Yes! Oh fuck, cutie… that’s my doe… that’s… my… doe… ngh!” Junon barked out happily. Just a few more strokes later, she was cresting again. Something about tapered heads just always dug perfectly, and this one was nice and big as it stroked her.

“I- J- Junon! I really… really like when you say I’m your doe…” Talleria whimpered as she kept grinding and bucking her hips. Junon pushed back against the strokes, working with her new deer while they mated for the first time.

She nodded her head, feeling that tapered head kissing deep, even making her tummy fur bulge. She counted her blessings to know she had access to two partners who could do this to her, remembering the way Tyler filled her as well.

“You are… you are… and I’m gonna take care of what is mine… so keep fucking me, Tally! Fuck me like I’m a bitch in heat and you want fawns!” Junon snarled back, showing her sharp teeth, her mismatched eyes glaring fiercely.

“Ah! F-fawns?! J-Junon, if it’s not safe I can uh… pull out!” Talleria stammered out cutely as the fox barked a laugh at the concerned words.

“Oh cutie… ngh… You can’t get me pregnant… unfortunately… God’s I’d like taking one of your fawns… or maybe you’d give me a puppy, either sounds fun, doesn’t it my doe?” Junon cooed, testing the waters as she looked back, while her small body jerked under the larger girl.

“Y- Yes!” Talleria snarled and pushed closer to Junon’s back, panting in her large ears. “Jun… I wanna give you a doe, I want a doe with your golden fur and eyes… I wanna paw on your showing belly as you carry and watch your breasts getting bigger with milk!”

Junon lolled her tongue, seeing she’d struck the chord nicely, maybe even more heavily so than with Tyler. He’d never barked about pawing on her when she carried.

“R-Really, cutie? You gonna day dream about me all fat with your fawns? Maybe a few of them?!” Junon barked back. She felt the doe’s hips bucking more rapidly, and she could see she was stoking something rapidly in her.

“P-Puppies too, Junon! I want both! Ngh…” Talleria moaned her lewd confession as her hips bucked more intensely, Junon’s tongue lolling as she realized this Danlazi cock had more going on than just being tapered. This little cute doe was actually starting to knot.

“Yes… oh my fuck yes! Cute… adorable, sassy… and with a fucking knotting, tapered cock! Guh… knot me, breed me!” Junon slurred the words drunkenly with a wide grin, feeling that knot growing thicker as it popped in and out of her entrance.

“O-okay!” Talleria shuddered and took several more strokes, the fox’s yipping and moaning just seeming to make her more desperate to give in.

Talleria trilled out cutely as she felt herself losing it. “Fuck! Fuck… J-Jun! I’m… I-”

Junon snarled and slammed her hips back, forcing the knot in herself, as she barked out while giving in again, “Fawns and puppies! Breed me!”

“Yes my bitch!” Talleria cried out in a throaty gasp, then moaned as her length jumped violently and started sending thick hot streams of Danlazi lust straight into her new fox’s womb.

Junon cried out blissfully, her mismatched eyes fluttering up, feeling the bond activate as her belly bulged slightly from the plentiful ropes filling her womb. She’d have to look up their biology and see how they stored it all with no sacs.

‘Oh my gods! Tally what… are you… doing!? You’re coming in the Captain! You’re gonna… Gods! You’re gonna breed her! Fuck… fuck… I really want to though… I really really want puppies and fawns from her!’ Junon gave a drunken giggle as the doe’s internal desires seemed to battle with her common sense through the orgasm.

“That’s my doe… that’s my girl! Every drop, okay?!” Junon gasped out while grinding her hips.

‘Fuck… she keeps calling me her doe… oh my gods… I want to be hers, all hers… fuck… fuck…’ “Fuuck…” The last explicative came out with a groan as the Danlazi collapsed onto her elbows, panting with relief.

Junon, pinned under her, grinned widely while panting as well. “So good, Tally… Oh fuck,” she sighed out loud, then hummed as she thought to herself, ‘What a wonderful little doe… I’m soooo keeping her!’

Talleria gave a panicked gasp, as she thought, ‘What the fuck?!’

‘Uh-oh… Someone didn’t read the user's manual before playing with her new fox…’ Junon thought. Talleria’s eyes were wide as she shuddered.

‘You can… We’re talking? Telepathically?’ Talleria tested the waters as she thought to herself.

Junon just nodded under her, groaning as she responded, ‘Uh-huh… I wasn’t sure if it had set up, but I guess you hear me thinking about keeping you, huh?’

Talleria gulped loudly and nodded as she whispered into Junon’s ear, “You… So we can do this again? It’s not just a one-time thing?”

“Gods! I fucking hope not, Tally! Your cock feels so good and I loved your reactions to the breeding talk!” Junon sighed happily as she gently lifted a paw to rub against the larger girls panting jaw.

“So… Is it really safe?” Talleria asked nervously.

“It is, only another Salarian could breed me and it would be under very specific conditions, no fawns or pups for us, cutie!” Junon growled playfully.

“Oh… That’s kind of a shame… I really wouldn’t mind making you into a mother…” Talleria confessed demurely.

“Kinky…” Junon growled playfully then hummed as she scratched under her jaw. “Well, you can roleplay trying to get me pregnant every time if you want, cutie, I love that stuff!”

“O-Okay! Also, uh… how long does the psychic thing last?”

“Until you die,” Junon hummed out casually.

“Wait! Y-you mean that bond is permanent and we’ll always have it?!” Talleria trilled in shock.

‘We will, but only when we’re within close proximity. I won’t be able to like, psychically eavesdrop on you from across the ship.’ Junon thought the statement to show it was solid and still there.

‘This is… actually really convenient!’ Talleria thought excitedly.

‘Why’s that, cutie?’ Junon grinned as she relaxed so she could wait out her knot.

‘Because! Now I can more easily teach you music! I sometimes have trouble expressing myself with words, but mentally I think I can do much better like this!’

‘Your knot isn’t even calmed down from our first time fucking, and you’re already thinking about music? Call it bullshit if you want, but you’re definitely a natural musician, Tally!’

The doe gave a small snort at that, but then just hugged her tighter, giving a contented sigh. ‘Junon, you were really scary when we first met, but you’re also amazing and kind… I really like you, so I hope we can make music together, and have lots of sex too!’

‘Those are some priorities I can get behind, cutie! I might make you go on a few dates with me though, and don’t think I’ll give you any preferential treatment when we’re on duty either!’ Junon growled as she leaned up and lapped the side of her jaw.

‘You sure as shit better not! I’d lose respect for you if you did!’ Talleria gave a determined grunt but nuzzled her new fox back from the kiss.

‘Heh… I think this new relationship will be just fine then!’ Junon kissed her jaw again, then settled back down with a contented huff.

-*United Space Federation Data Archives*-

-*Equipment Dossier #14*-

Starship Charts:

Starships cannot simply strike out in a direction and start exploring. Just like with ancient nautical exploration, most ships will use some sort of chart to guide their progress.

Obviously, the days of physical maps and using primitive instruments of measurement are long past. However, an exploring starship is very much like a primitive vessel on an open unknown ocean, and can be just as vulnerable. Advanced algorithmic data processing keeps ships aimed towards their destination while traversing in warp.

Ships cannot engage warp without a pre-established destination plotted. This is largely due to the fact that while moving at such high speeds, engaging without a charted course could simply lead to the vessel colliding with a drifting planetoid body, comets, asteroids, or other debris.

When unknown regions are scanned for the first time, the computer will produce predicted charts while looking to avoid potential dangers such as asteroid fields. Warp may appear as a straight line on a map to the observer, but the ship’s advanced sensors can scan ahead and make minor adjustments during warp.

On the off chance a major obstacle presents itself during transit, the ship's computer will alert the crew and slow to a moderate warp speed to allow for consideration. If no action is taken the ship will eventually disengage warp to slow to impulse.

-*End Archive*-

“Admiral, we've got an inbound warp signature!” Andrew's radar officer mewed out.

“Really? They're back sooner than expected…” He rubbed his jaw, but felt relieved.

“Ah… actually, I just picked up another. It looks like we've got two ships inbound!” she said with urgency in her voice.

“Two?! Hurmm…” He hissed and threw a paw out. “Alright, order all combat vessels to arm weapons just in case, but paws off the triggers until I say otherwise!”

“Sir!” Her voice echoed over the fleet-wide channel, “Attention all combat escorts, please power up weapons and arm torpedoes, but hold positions until further orders!”

As the fleet settled into their final positions, each one was facing the exit point of the Occam’s warp, weapons at the ready. The Captains Junon and Garrish were welcomed by a threatening wall of steel and red lights.

“Whoah! Your friends ain't tha trustin’ type are they?!” Garrish squeaked out as he quickly broadcasted his weapons were down and engines halted.

“Hah! They weren't expecting two ships, I expected as much!” Junon barked out before hailing the Astral.

The vid screen blipped into view and her heart fluttered to see Andrew standing there at attention. She saw his own eyes instantly soften, but he kept his stance.

“Admiral! Captain Junon Topaz, returning from our exploration mission, sir!” she barked out respectfully. Her entire bridge crew stood to salute in tandem.

“Good to see you, Captain Topaz. The Occam looks a little beat up, but before that, care to make introductions?” Andrew mewed calmly.

“Sir, this is Captain Garrish, a trader of the… Marvulian species.” Junon explained as a second vid window appeared before the feline.

“Pleasure to meet you, Admiral. I come in peace an’ all that, so please don't atomize mah tub here? I'm still payin’ her off!” Garrish laughed as he saluted playfully with a tentacle.

“Hmm… Are you vouching for him, Captain Topaz?” Andrew lifted his muzzle skeptically.

“I am. He's got a bad sense of humor, but he seems friendly enough.” Junon shrugged.

“Alright, Captain Garrish, my apologies for our… cautious greeting, but we are in unknown space, I hope you understand.”

“Oh I getcha, Admiral! Ain't no hard feelings here! Captain Topaz here gave me the short an’ long of it along with mah kin!” Garrish squeaked out with a laugh.

“Kin?” Andrew asked.

“Lieutenant Shelby is a half-Marvulian, Sir. Apparently their pureblooded species can sense one another telepathically from great distances,” Junon explained.

“Lieutenant, is this true?” Andrew asked, his focus shifting to the purple calico at her station.

Shelby offered a sharp mew as she saluted again before answering, “Sir! Yes sir. Captain Garrish and I spoke at length for several hours. I've no doubt he is speaking the truth and means no ill will!”

“Well then. Captain Garrish, assuming you have an oxygen based respiratory system, allow me to extend my hospitality. If you'd like to come aboard, we can exchange pleasantries.” Andrew lifted his jaw again as he made the offer.

“Well thank ya, Admiral. My kind are carbon based jes like yer lot so I'm sure that'll be fine! Give me a few shakes to get tha old hover chair warmed up and I'll be over!” Garrish squeaked out.

“Captain Topaz, please join us on the Astral for the diplomatic discussions. Bring First Officer Sussnel and Lieutenant Shelby,” the Admiral said point-blank.

“Sir!” Junon barked out as the vid window snapped closed. She then nodded to Leona, then over to her Navigator. “Lieutenant, you're with me and the First Officer.”

“Ma'am,” the calico moved right over to them.

“Well then, Lieutenant Klasko, you have the bridge,” Junon said before contacting Transportation, “Captain to Transportation, we've got three to transport over to the Astral.”

“I've already heard from the Astral’s Transportation crew, they can receive you at any time, ma'am!”

“Good, go ahead and get us over there then!” Junon called out as a few moments later, her vision burst to white from the shift before appearing in the Astral's own Transportation bay.

The crew quickly stood to salute as she offered her own. A few moments later the door to the room slid open. Andrew's heavy boots echoed upon his approach, and his own First Officer Brox was in tow like usual.

Seeing her racha again made Junon’s body want to just leap forward and hug him, but she stiffened to offer a salute instead. “Admiral, request to board.”

“Granted, and at ease. Let's go catch up and I'll get the short version of your trip while we wait on Captain Garrish.” Andrew waved a paw for them to follow.

They settled in the ship's main conference room, which was clearly designed for entertaining important diplomatic guests. Andrew got the quick details of what the crew of the Occam had been through over the last weeks.

“A neutron star… It's a miracle you all survived…” Andrew said in a grim tone as he rubbed his jaw. “Junon, I'm surprised you didn't anticipate such a thing.”

Junon bowed her head with a growl. “I take full responsibility Admiral, and-”

“Captain!” both Leona and Shelby snarled out at the same time.

“We told you, we share this responsibility as a crew!” Shelby hissed.

“Yes, we all shouldn't have gotten excited, and should have thought about all the angles of the situation!” Leona barked.

“Whoa whoa, no need to worry about any of that! I'm not handing out reprimands or something!” Andrew laughed then offered a grin. He could see his lover had already established a strong bond with her crew.

Everyone grew silent at that, the stillness hanging over the four of them for a while before Andrew spoke in a gentle tone, “Junon, I'm happy to see you've made such bonds with your officers. That mishap aside, it shows you were the right choice for this.”

“Thank you, Admiral. It's been a challenging adaptation to command a ship as an exploration Captain instead of during war time,” Junon confessed. Then, she smiled over at Leona as she continued, “But I'm lucky to have the crew assigned to me that I do. Especially Officer Sussnel.”

Leona grunted and folded her fluffy ears, looking away awkwardly at the praise before the Admiral.

“That's fantastic! I'm so happy to see you two managed to come to common grounds, what did it take?” Andrew asked curiously.

“We beat the hell out of one another,” Junon said simply, not elaborating on any further details.

Andrew gave a surprised mew, and even Shelby looked shocked at the brazen declaration. There had been rumors and most of the bridge crew had put the pieces together about them seeing one another. Still, she didn't think they'd actually come to blows.

“Well, it uhm… Seems to have worked out well?” Andrew said with a small smile.

“Indeed, Admiral. I would lay my life down for Captain Topaz,” Leona said calmly. Junon gave her a loving grin.

‘I recognize that grin… You and Sussnel?’ Andrew thought directly into Junon's mind.

‘Guilty as charged, my racha.’ Junon gave him a haughty grin.

“Uhm… Admiral, may I ask a question?” Shelby mewed out before they got too deep into the mental discussion.

“Of course, Lieutenant, go ahead.” Admiral lifted his gaze to look upon the other feline at the table.

“Earlier, Captain Garrish said something about the warp lane here being busted?” Shelby looked at him with her blank white eyes.

“He did?” Andrew feigned but felt his tail stiffen.

“Earlier when he encountered my vessel he did. You're perceptive, Lieutenant.” Junon grumbled and folded her arms.

‘Before you ask, just my first and Tyler know about our situation.’ Junon thought to Andrew.

Andrew hissed and folded his paws on the table. “Lieutenant-”

Brox cleared his throat with a growl but Andrew just rolled his eyes as he sighed, “First, we only have this alien contact because of the Lieutenant, I think it's only fair she be made aware of the situation.”

Brox gave a disapproving grunt but leaned back in his seat. “As you wish, Admiral.”

“We're trapped here, aren't we?” Shelby mewed out quietly.

“Trapped" is a strong word… More like, temporarily displaced, with no means to find a way home!” Andrew hissed out.

“Yes, Lieutenant. We're presumably stuck here for the time being. The lane collapsed shortly after the fleet arrived, and our science teams still have yet to find anything.” Brox barked out simply.

“Well, that skips my question then,” Junon grumbled.

“I had a feeling something was amiss. You seemed a little too worried about finding prime planetary specimens so early into our trip, Captain.” Shelby explained calmly as she looked towards Junon.

“And this is why I don't play bluffing games,” Junon sighed.

“At any rate, this is highly confidential information, Lieutenant. I'll need your word that it doesn't leave this room.” Andrew said with a serious tone.

“I understand, Admiral. You've my word, it doesn't leave this room.” Shelby gave him a nod.

“You're taking this rather well, Lieutenant,” Leona spoke up.

Shelby nodded to Leona. “Ma'am, I've spent most of my life in the military, and I'm estranged from my biological family after they divorced over the half-Marvulian thing when I was born. The fleet is my family. There’s worse places to be stuck.”

A chirping communicator tone filled the air. Andrew called out, “Go ahead.”

“Admiral, Captain Garrish is ready to transport over, shall we send him to you directly?”

“That will be fine.” Andrew said as he stood from the table to face the small transporter bay in the room.

A few moments later, the Marvulian faded into view. The mouse-like alien was clearly smaller than anyone present, at a head or so shorter than even Brox.

“Captain Garrish, welcome aboard the Astral!” Andrew gave a polite bow.

“Thanks for havin’ me, Admiral!” The mouse’s small hover chair slowly moved forward, smoothly avoiding the edge of the table to come to rest before them.

Garrish saw the look on Shelby's face and showed a grin. “You look like you've got a question, cousin?”

“Ah… Beg your pardon… I hope this isn't insensitive, but do all Marvulians need chairs like that? Is our species aquatic-based?” she asked curiously, imagining the tentacled appendages might not just be arms.

Garrish laughed then patted the side of the chair. “Naw, we got legs like you do, cousin. Mine just don't work! Been that way since I was a pup, and exoskeleton suits are a wee bit outta mah price range! Though none of us got fur like you did!”

“Really?” Shelby looked her own arms over. Her fur was purple, but she never considered the fact her skin was also the same hue as the furless mouse before her.

“Well, you'll find the whole of the Astral should be accessible, Captain Garrish, and should you have any specific needs while you're here, don't be afraid to let us know,” Andrew chimed in.

“That's rather fine of ya, Admiral, but no need to fall on yerselves over some merchant, I ain't no diplomat, jes a space trucker basically!” Garrish laughed again and waved a tentacle dismissively.

“Diplomat or no, you're quite literally our only contact out here. I think we should level with the Captain, sir,” Junon said while standing there with her paws behind her back.

“I agree, Admiral!” Brox barked out simply.

“Very well…” Andrew hissed and shifted his attention back to the mouse-like alien who showed a knowing grin.

“Y'all came through that hole and got yerselves stuck, didn't ya!” He squeaked out with a laugh.

“Ugh… yes…” Andrew hissed out.

“I figured as much, that's an old lane, ain't been used in… Well, ever that I recall. Not a lot of activity in this here part of the sector, and it was black listed against use, extremely hazerdous use. I recon’ you all basically crossed a bridge right before it collapsed!” Garrish nodded as he flicked his tentacle about, as if wagging a finger.

“Is this sector of space charted by your species, Captain?” Junon asked.

“Nah… We got a mining operation not too far from here. I ferry goods between here and civilized space. Ain't been no interest in this sector, especially with a busted lane.” The Marvulian shrugged.

“Just how far is civilized space from here?” Andrew asked.

“Hum… You said your warp drive was operating round eighty percent, yeah, Captain Topaz?” Garrish looked to Junon.

“More or less,” she said with a nod.

“Hum… gimme a nano…” Garrish fumbled with a console on his chair, a holographic screen blipping into view.

“Well, accounting for that, yer standard warp drive moves about at our warp two… Hmm… at warp two, it'd take about… Oh, let me just interface with your system here to get a time measurement… Ah ha… Yep about seventy five of yer standard years!”

“Cresh cha!” Junon barked out with a frown.

“How long does it take you, Captain?” Andrew asked with a more calm disposition.

“Hum… Well I typically make this here run at about warp four… So about… Twelve of yer standard cycles!” Garrish explained with a grin.

“Seventy five years to twelve day/night cycles?!” Leona barked out, sounding flabbergasted.

“Your propulsion technology is amazing, Captain,” Andrew mewed out, sounding impressed and much more calm than his racha.

“Hell, I could make the trip in three of your cycles if I was willing to hit five, but that'd tear my ol’ tub up something fierce!” Garrish laughed.

“I'll be direct, Captain. Is there anything you could do to help us in our situation with your species at large? We've half-Marvulian all throughout our sector of space, but we've no standing with your species proper.”

“I get you, Admiral! And I had already been thinkin’ bout y’all’s situation on the way here! I'll tell you what… I ain't no military man anymore, but I got some history with the navy. I'll reach out to some friends, they'll be real interested in establishing contact with another species, probably willing to help yall out too!” Garrish explained cheerfully.

“How could they help us out?” Brox asked skeptically.

“Well at the least, maybe help yall outfit these tubs with faster warp drives to get yer tails back towards our sector of space, so yer not just floating out here in tha middle of nowhere?” the mouse laughed.

“We'd certainly be in your debt, Captain. I've never known a trader to do something without seeking a profit…” Junon rubbed her jaw suspiciously.

Garrish waved a tentacle about. “Now now… I ain't no traveling shop or nothing of the sort, jes a retired soldier makin’ deliveries! I see some navy folks in a spot? I'm gonna try to sort them out, species be damned!”

The purple mouse perked his rounded ears as he thought about it and asked, “Speakin’ of species… what all are you?”

“My First Officer Brox and I are Earthlings. The Lieutenant is a half-Earthling as well,” Andrew explained, gesturing to each of them respectively.

“I'm a Salarian, and my First Officer, Leona, is a Rashvian,” Junon said.

“Huh…” Garrish pulled up a display on his screen and nodded. “Ah we've got records on Earthlings and Rashvians, but nothing on Salarians, least not in tha public databases. Military might. Seems we lost contact with yall’s two species round… Five hundred of yer standard years ago!”

“Five hundred?! We were probably still burning coal at that time!” Andrew mewed out with surprise in his voice.

“Tha don't mean we weren't aware of ya and hadn't recorded yer homeworld,” Garrish said simply.

“Well… how long would you predict it'd take to see anything from your species?” Andrew asked.

“Aww you know how bureaucracy works, yeah? I'll explain tha size of yer fleet, and it'd probably be oh…” Garrish looked to his display to compare time as he spoke again, “I'd say six months ta two years?”

All present winced at the large span of time, but Garrish wagged his appendage about, “Hey hey, don't be lookin’ so gloomy! Tha later time is an extreme. I'll try real hard to push them to move their tails! How is yer supplies out here right now?”

Andrew looked over at Junon then back to Garrish. “The fleet has close to five years, if the planet data our exploration team gathered comes back sound, then we theoretically might be able to remain self-sufficient indefinitely. I'd rather make contact with your species though and possibly sort this warplane out sooner than later,” Andrew explained candidly.

“I hear you, and a diplo-mat-ic envoy from tha USF is a pretty high priority I'd wager!” Garrish perked his ears and then dialed up something on his chair that made a display show a massive swath of stars appear before a single point illuminated in green.

“So I'll tell you what… Imma due to come back through with another delivery in about three of yer months time, how's about I'll poke in and give yall an update? Will that put yer minds at ease a bit?” As he explained, his screen displayed a chart with a green line that made a few dozen hops all over the star chart before returning to its current location.

“That would be much appreciated, I can't thank you enough, Captain Garrish. Are you sure there isn't anything we can do to repay you in the short term?” Andrew mewed out.

“Well, I ain't gonna lie, I'd love ta sample some of your cultures food. I love tryin’ new vittles!” Garrish squeaked out with shameless grin.

“Oh? Well, you're in luck, Captain. My First here and I run a small bakery with my head of Security. We could offer you Salarian, Earthling, and even some Rashvian baked goods.” Junon flicked her tails and straightened up proudly as she spoke.

“Now I ain't sure what a bakery is, but that sounds mighty fine by me!” Garrish squeaked out with another grin.

-*United Space Federation Data Archives*-

-*Starship Amenities*-

Entertainment Districts:

Smaller starships may have limited crew amenities, but larger colony vessels can contain fully fledged districts dedicated to both crew and civilian leisure.

It is not uncommon for civilian contractors to work aboard capital-rated ships running the various facilities aboard that the several thousand crew members rely on during their off-duty time. These facilities can range from restaurants to entertainment facilities.

Civilians are of course, screened and granted restricted military clearance, oftentimes with limitations to their access to the rest of the ship.

There are regulations in place to prevent price gouging from independent entities so the crew does not exhaust their entire stipend for their service on predatory business practices.

As most capital ships can house upwards of ten thousand or more crew, and can be considered mobile cities, the entertainment districts usually house several dozen, if not hundreds of options. This creates a more competitive and natural economic sector, similar to entertainment hubs seen planetside.

The crews of smaller ships within a fleet will often board the capital ship for this very reason while on leave. Within a single fleet, the capital ship will often become a hub for entertainment and economic activity, as well as operating as the command center.

-*End Archive*-

The door wooshed open with a hiss as the Rashvian stood there in an opulent robe of black and gold. The trimming of the fabric shone dramatically, even under the soft neutral light of the ship’s interior. A few golden clasps and studs decorated her fluffy crimson ears as well. The robe didn’t exaggerate her chest but generally offered a more elegant look, even if it did hug her hips rather nicely.

“Woah… L-Leona, you look stunning!” Tyler barked out, suddenly feeling very lackluster in just a casual evening suit in deep blue to match his fur. His own blonde hair was combed neatly and pulled up into a low-hanging ponytail, his ears of course unadorned with any kind of jewelry.

“Hmm… is this what Earthling formalware looks like? I’ll admit it makes you look rather… charming.” Leona pushed her paws before her, clasping them as she looked the male over, shifting awkwardly in the heels she had on, just like she would at the bakery.

“Thanks… It’s not as fancy as yours though, you’re gorgeous, Leona!” Tyler huffed out as his tail wagged behind him.

“Don’t lay it on too thick now. You did say to wear something formal, so I chose a traditional robe for it.” Leona lifted her jaw, her calm green eyes settling on the young fox’s. “Are you certain you wish to go through with this? I did give you an out, Tyler, and I will not-”

“Yes! I’m certain! You need Claris to take a blood sample to show it’s out of my system?” Tyler barked with a grin, putting his paws on his hips.

“Hmph… earnest enough… As our shared lover is no doubt ravaging the Admiral right now, I’m happy to have your company, Tyler. Do you have a holosuite program suitable for our outfits lined up then?”

“Actually…” Tyler growled as he met her gaze with a stubborn look. “The Astral’s recreation and leisure sector has a very nice restaurant I want to take you to! They use synthesized ingredients, but then actually cook the food for you, kind of like how we do with the bakery!”

“Oh? You want to take me out to an actual establishment and show me off?” Leona showed her sharp teeth in a smug grin.

“Yes. I want to show you off, is that so bad?” Tyler returned the grin, his tail wagging faster.

“It’s acceptable I suppose… When we first started this journey, I suspect I’d have been humiliated to do such a thing, but now… Well, I’m flattered and eager to spend the evening with you, Tyler,” Leona stated simply with a nod.

Tyler felt his cheeks grow warm under his fur. “I- I get it… I understand you’re having to buck against your very species’ norms right now to do this with me, it… means a lot… I respect you and-”

“Yes yes, you’ve said as such many times. I understand you’re a romantic, but no need to repeat yourself so often. Now let us be off if we’re going. You may hold my arm in yours as we proceed, will that suffice to show me off?” Leona stepped forward, a grin showing on her muzzle.

“Yes ma’am!” Tyler barked out as he linked an arm with hers, feeling a shiver of excitement to be touching her again. Leona just offered a small approving snort as he started leading them toward Transportation.

“Wow! You two look great,” the transport officer called out as the two entered.

“Naturally,” Leona huffed out and lifted her muzzle, then flashed her teeth in a grin. “We’d like to transport over to the Astral if you please?” Tyler offered an excited grin, her attitude had shifted to smug and haughty while she was with him.

“Oh sure thing, you two going to the entertainment sector while we’ve got leave? I should do the same to get off this ship for a few…” The transportation officer said casually before dialing in the coordinates. “Okay, you two hold still!”

There was a flash of light before they appeared in the transportation bay of the Astral. She could forgive the other crew for not saluting, they weren’t in uniform after all.

“First Officer Sussnel of the USF Occam, requesting permission to board with Chief Security Officer Londre,” Leona barked out in the tone she used on the bridge.

That got them a salute as the Astral’s transportation staff realized she was the second in command of the Occam. “Of course, ma’am! Welcome to the Astral!” the Chief Transportation Officer barked out.

“As you were, then. We’re just heading to the entertainment district while we have some leave,” Leona said with a smug grin, the younger Earthling holding her arm.

“Of course, just take the lift to deck twenty-one. I hope you enjoy your leave!” The officer barked out again respectfully.

“Oh, we will!” The Rashvian pulled Tyler along, showing she’d not be hesitating to keep her air of superiority through this whole thing.

They walked along for a few minutes towards the lift, passing some crew members who gave them curious looks but said nothing. Finally, they arrived at the lift and once inside, Leona growled as she grasped Tyler’s suit collar. She shoved him suddenly to the wall of the lift, the smaller fox giving a startled yip.

“Hgn… You smell too good…” Leona snarled and leaned in, dragging her tongue up his throat while they were alone, her paws pushing to his chest, feeling the slight definition of his muscles through the silk-like fabric.

“Fuck…” Tyler whimpered, but didn’t resist, panting as she tasted him and even offered his throat some possessive love nips.

“Yes, we will… but after our little date…” Leona growled then reached into one of the folds of her robes, withdrawing a thin pink collar. “Lift your chin…”

“P-Pink?” Tyler stammered out, then yipped again as the wolf grabbed his jaw and jerked it upward herself.

“Yes… I like pink on black… now hold still…” Leona snarled as she calmly put the collar on the younger dog. Tyler didn’t resist, even whimpering a little as his tail smacked the wall of the lift.

Stepping back, she admired the look of it, deciding she liked it. Her paw moved up to scratch under Tyler’s jaw, a smug proud grin showing on her muzzle. “Good boy… good fox… my fox…”

Tyler gulped loudly but nodded his head rapidly, his tail blurring behind him as he whispered out, “H-Happy to be yours and Junon’s…”

“Hm hm… that’s what I like to hear… Now let’s get this date started. The sooner we finish dinner, the sooner I can ride you into unconsciousness!” She growled and scratched his jaw for a few more moments before the lift finally stopped at their deck.

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