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Some pretty spicy activities last episode, eh my lovely? You know, I adore Tyler, and I adore his relationship with Leona. Still, I do feel for the poor fox sometimes; he’s not some little timid flower to be bossed around, but who can resist such a dominant wolf?

Junon, though… Well, Junon saw a side of her racha she didn’t like last time, and if we know anything about our Salarian, we know she won’t let things go. Another culture clash between our two heroines? How will they handle things now that they’re so much more than they once were?

But hey, it’s not all drama this episode! I mean, there is a LOT of drama… But there’s gonna be some sexy fun too, I won’t put you into a sex drought again just yet!

_Let’s jump right in! _

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Episode 14:

The Best Laid Plans

-*Captain’s Log- SD: 242 - September 3rd Standard Federation Time.*-

I’m making this entry prior to going to Leona’s quarters with Tyler. I can’t say I’m thrilled with my racha’s attitude. I know one challenge with inter-species relationships is understanding the cultural differences, but… I’m not sure if I can agree to this approach.

Tyler is a good dog, and he’s also a young one. I don’t want him tied down with us so early on in his life either. At first, I thought the possessive treatment Leona was giving him was just a fun kink, but that was foolish of me to think. She’s a Rashvian after all… Slavery is ingrained in their culture, but… racha or no, I’m not going to see her enslave anyone in my crew, least of all Tyler!

I’m going to put this on the back burner for now. I don’t want to ruin everyone’s night, and I certainly don’t want to ruin the chance to see my little Earthling dressed up! We’ll have a little bonding between all of us, and then I’ll speak to her in our Lashrey Cha Derheth.

-*Finish Entry*-

Leona winced and rubbed the side of her head, sitting up slowly in the dream-like void of the Lashrey Cha Derheth. The environment was already becoming more familiar and expected to her. Junon was already sitting up cross-legged before her, the small fox giving her a fussy look.

“Why such a look, dalrae?” Leona asked while shaking her head as she fully shook off the transition.

“What was that little… situation, that happened on my bridge earlier?” Junon growled.

Leona gave a small snort as she rubbed her own head while grumbling back, “I don’t like the idea of some bitch sniffing around the tail of my fox, that’s what.”

“Our fox, Leona. Tyler can do as he pleases,” Junon snarled.

“I already told him before he entered this relationship that if he wanted to pursue it, he was only to be with us. He’s my Fhiel, and I’ve no intentions of sharing him!” Leona slowly rose to her feet.

“That is not your decision to make, Leona! Tyler is a free fox to do as he wishes!” Junon hopped up to her own footpaws and put her paws on her hips.

“Not any more, he isn’t!” Leona barked, deeply annoyed. “I took him, and he agreed to it. I see no reason why this is even a factor. He agreed to the terms!”

“He’s also young! You can’t ask him to adhere to such life-altering restrictions when he’s not even really tasted what life has to offer. I mean, he was a virgin before I came along! Let him-”

“So what?! I gave him options, and I even let him get me out of his system first! He’s a grown-ass fox, Junon! He made his choice, and he certainly doesn’t seem to regret it!”

“It’s not a matter of him regretting it, Leona. He should be free to discover life, not chained down!” Junon stomped her foot with a small glare.

“Maybe he doesn’t want to be free. Have you seen how much he adores us?! Why let that go? Why risk diluting things?!” Leona snapped her teeth and pointed a padded finger as she continued, “He knew what he was getting into, and I’ve already claimed him as a Fhiel!”

“So unclaim him!” Junon growled and folded her arms.

“Look, dalrae, just because you Salarians are happy little whores, doesn’t mean I want my Fhiel to be one!” Leona barked with a glare.

“H-Happy little whores?! Well at least we’re not fucking slavers forcing ourselves on males because we can’t properly court them!” Junon snapped back.

“You… You will not disrespect my heritage like that, I don’t care how much I love you!” Leona clenched her paws into fists, a faint high-pitched whine filling her ears.

“Why not!? You insulted my species first, Leona! I may not be as patriotic as your average Rashivan, but my people pride themselves on their open-minded ways when it comes to sex and culture!” Junon yipped back with a snap of her teeth, her own ears ringing a little now.

“Huff… Junon… I do not want Tyler seeing other girls, end of discussion!” Leona hissed out.

“Well, I think Tyler can see who he wants, and I’m not going to have you just lock him down over your species, toth!” Junon balled her own paws up into fists.

“My species' culture is not toth! You- You…” Leona snapped her teeth and ground them.

“What? Salarian bitch? Murderer? Gonna call me a monster again?!” Junon glared as she pushed a paw to her own chest.

Leona shuddered then dropped to a knee, holding her head as she huffed out, “What… the fuck is with this headache?!”

Junon glared down at her, her own knees feeling a little weak, but she maintained her stance through the throbbing in her head.

“Maybe… huff… the two of you should stop debating as if this were a Salarian and Rashvian issue, and start treating it as an Earthling one!” The words were panted and coldly furious as both girls looked over to see a tall blue-furred feline standing before them with crystal eyes. Like the two of them, she was fully nude in this state, her body more lithe, and the four tails spreading out behind her left no doubt who it was.

“Shallie?” Junon asked with a wince as she held her own head now.

Leona managed to stubbornly stagger to her feet. “Why are… How are you even here?” she panted out.

Shallie’s modest breasts barely bounced even as she stomped over to the two of them, showing her teeth in a hiss, “Because you two are giving me a migraine, and making Tyler writhe around, whimpering in his sleep!”

“So you can just jump into our Lashrey Cha Derheth? Are you why I have this pain in my head?” Junon asked.

“No! Look around you!” Shallie thrust her paws out as the girls did just that, seeing what looked like tears in the aether of their personal little void of space. As if the very stars had just been torn open like ripping fabric, leaving white nothingness in their place.

“What in the…” Leona stammered out.

“Bonds are wonderful, maybe even destined if you believe in that stuff. However… even soulmates or those truly harmonizing can sever their fates! I normally would never have intervened like this, but you two are dangerously close to tearing apart your own Lifeblood Bond!”

“Tear it apart?!” Junon barked out in a panicked yip. Leona looked instantly heartbroken at the thought of it.

Shallie put her paws on her hips as she hissed out, her large ears flicking forward, a short, messy style of hair on her head similar to the color of her fur. “I started listening in about the time you started trash-talking one another’s species… So this is all over Tyler and his bond with the two of you? I had assumed Junon was aware of your contract with him.”

“It never came up…” Leona said timidly, trying to keep her emotions in check now that she realized the stakes.

Shallie sighed and folded her arms. “Listen to me… Both of you. Tyler worships the two of you as if you were goddesses. To him, you might as well be! Still… I think both of you have valid points… Leona, does it not bother you that bond I share with him? I know we spoke earlier, but you included me in your lovemaking last night. What makes me different from Morganna?”

“I mean… you’re kind of a packaged deal with Tyler now. You have no choice, neither does he. So I just… kind of accepted it?” Leona frowned.

“And you can’t just accept if Tyler wants to be with others?” Shallie asked.

“That’s what I’m saying!” Junon snarled.

Shallie sighed and looked over to the fox, “Junon… Why can’t you accept what Leona and Tyler already agreed upon? Tyler made the decision of his own choice, and Leona was more than fair in her warnings and intentions!”

Junon growled but snapped her jaw shut, looking away as her tails whipped about.

“Leona, Tyler was innocent towards Morganna’s advances. His only concern was that he would not be allowed to talk to others or establish friendships. I think…” Shallie rubbed her jaw and then shook her head. “I think you should give him a heavy dose of that drug that will fully clear his head, then I suggest the three of you sit down and talk this out.”

“I… suppose that’s fair…” Leona grumbled, clearly not wanting to give up her stake in the situation.

Junon gave a small grunt before stepping over to Leona. Her paws reached out to take the other girls. “Racha… I’m sorry for losing my cool…”

Leona grunted and gripped Junon’s paws, gently pushing her forehead to the Salarian’s. “I apologize as well… I don’t want to ever lose what we are, Junon… I love you, my dalrae, I would have puppies for you, I would die for you…”

“Puppies you say?” Junon cooed playfully as she reached a paw up to scratch under her wolf’s jaw.

“Are you two going to end up having sex here as well? Even though your bodies are already sleeping off the sex with my master?” Shallie asked with amusement in her voice.

“I- I never actually considered having sex here…” Junon whispered out, a pang of curiosity filling her voice.

“We could do that?” Leona said with equal interest.

Shallie nodded. “Certainly! Marvullian couples have psychic sex in the Lifeblood Bond regularly.”

“Oh! I want to try that sometime, then!” Junon barked out excitedly.

“Speaking of which, would you be opposed to me psychically having sex with Tyler?” Shallie asked casually.

“Uh… you can do that?” Leona asked, skeptical.

“Yes, as you can see, my psyche is more than capable of it!” Shallie flourished her paws as she stood there.

“Why the sudden interest, Shallie?” Junon asked while cocking her brow.

The Reinsha scoffed and giggled before pushing one paw to her hip. “You seriously ask that after what we just did? My physical body could never handle my master’s cock, but after seeing him with the two of you, I want a go as well!” She mewed the words with an almost innocent excitement.

“What do you think, Leona?” Junon asked with a smirk.

“Mmm… You are a part of Tyler now; his duties and obligations are yours, yes?” The Rashvian grumbled the words as she folded her arms.

“That is correct, and if you enforce your claim, I swear I will not pursue my interests,” Shallie said politely.

“Well, then that means, if you’re part of him, you’re also my Fhiel, which means it’s fine,” Leona explained with a small nod.

Shallie showed her teeth with an approving grin. “Your logic trail is shaky, but I appreciate your consideration, Leona.”

“Can you explain what’s going on with our Lashrey Cha Derheth?” Junon drew Leona closer to her, possessive as she looked around the torn spaces in the aether.

Shallie folded her arms and sighed, “Give me a moment to reposition myself in the waking world…” A few moments passed before the Reinsha lifted a paw and continued, “Do not be shocked if you awaken with me nearby. I’m currently lying against the back of your head, as you are on your side, clinging to my master.”

“You’re able to just maintain this state long enough to wake and move? That’s incredible…” Leona whispered.

“Reinsha are extremely talented in the ways of psionics, Leona… Don’t misunderstand, though, it was still as if any other creature woke blearily from slumber… I stumbled and gracelessly flopped against Junon’s head,” Shallie showed her sharp teeth in a grin.

“Why the movement?” Junon asked, but then frowned as the Reinsha closed in on the two of them.

“Come here… Open your mind to me and let me further understand these chains of Nephylle that Tyler knows of…” Shallie mewed as she pulled Junon to her and bumped her forehead to the Salarian’s.

“Wha? I- I could just tell you?” Junon yipped awkwardly, the two girls' breasts pushing together as Shallie embraced her. Leona couldn’t help but growl a little; the position looked and felt intimate, as if they would draw into a kiss at any moment.

“No need… this is faster… Stop being nervous and clear your mind…” Shallie grumbled as Junon growled in response but closed her eyes, trying to do just that.

They stayed like that for only a few moments before Shallie pulled away and stepped back several paces. “Yes… It’s similar to Marvullians, as I thought, but your species is rather interesting. Your psyche shouldn’t be able to handle it, the chains no doubt have a very tragic history of trial and error…”

“They do, and they’ve taken on various forms throughout our history. Originally, I believe they were just ornamental spikes thrust in with lots of praying and hoping.” Junon shrugged with a frown.

“There’s no doubt about it, your species isn’t natural, Junon…” Shallie said gently.

“What do you mean we aren’t natural?! We have nearly five thousand years of culture and history behind us! To say nothing of our ancient time before history was recorded!” Junon barked out, shocked and appalled.

Shallie shook her head. “It’s simply not possible. Primitive Salarians who could do little but bang rocks into crude weapons and start fires, somehow knew to find a specific metal, and figured out to shove it into their skulls in a certain way, just to reproduce? No… nature isn’t that kind, your species would have died out long ago.”

Junon snarled and slashed her tails through the air in frustration. It was true, Salarian scholars had debated these issues for millennia on the true origins of how they even got to civilized culture with their unique breeding issues and slow population rate. Many just chalked it up to a religious excuse.

“Having one's very existence thrown into question is always jarring, but don’t be surprised, Junon. Marvullians were covering the known cosmos before the great collapse some ten thousand of your USF years ago. Many species were… modified by them, and even other ancient alien cultures did similar to underdeveloped planets.”

“Why? Why would they do that?” Leona asked with a tilt of her head.

Shallie gave a shrug. “Who knows? We can only speculate, but I like to give the ancients the benefit of the doubt and hope it was for the species' betterment. It could be that your species was on the way to developing these psychic bonds in ancient times, and a precursor species intervened to ensure your culture could survive.”

“Still… to meddle in a species' evolution like that…” Junon growled and balled her paws into fists as she contemplated the possibility.

“Junon, you are speaking with a creature who was quite literally bio-engineered. My people have no evolutionary culture or history. We aren’t even a millennium old by your USF standard time, yet here I am. Am I any less of a sentient creature with my own will? No, and no matter what happened in your species' distant past, neither are you.” Shallie threw her paws out as she explained coolly.

“Yeah… I know… It just, it’s shocking and I think it rattles me so much, because in a way, I’ve always suspected something like that. I’m not a religious fox, and so the creationist belief always felt like a lot of toth to me…” Junon growled as she eased her paws out of fists.

“We’ve strayed from the point of this…” Shallie sighed and looked at the two girls as she folded her arms. “You sought to know what’s going on with your … Lashrey Cha Derheth, here is my theory. You two have powerful egos, as was previously discussed. Your bond and love for one another are intense. However, just like a roaring fire can bring warmth, it can bring destruction… The two of you still have resentment, prejudice, and trauma in your hearts. You’ve started to move past them, but… They are still there.”

“So when we fight, it damages our Lifeblood Bond?” Leona asked.

“No Leona… All lovers will fight and argue. What you two were starting to tread on was hate.” Shallie explained.

“Impossible! I love Junon, I’d die for her!” The Rashvian snarled the words with a loud snap of her teeth.

“I would also die for you, my racha… The thought of having even the tiniest hate for you, it makes me want to throw myself out of the airlock…” Junon frowned as she looked at her lover.

“I believe an old Sol proverb about love is that there is a thin line between it, and hate. You’ll have to forgive me, but as most of my knowledge of your culture comes from Tyler, and he is an Earthling, I’ve limited dialogue options.” Shallie gave another shrug.

“I- I don’t want to hate Junon ever, ever!” Leona shouted the words, practically looking ready to sob, her eyes wet now.

“Hmph… then I suggest the two of you remember this lesson… I do not believe permanent damage has been done to your bond, but nothing will sever a Lifeblood Bond faster than unfiltered hatred towards one another, and if the aether ever tears fully, it cannot be respun…” Shallie spoke in a forlorn tone as she looked upon the gaping tears of the void they stood in.

“Thank you for intervening before we did something we couldn’t recover from…” Junon hissed as she looked down with paws clenched, her teeth bared in an angry snarl.

“Junon, self-anger will not mend this any faster than lamenting will… Learn the lesson and move on… I won’t always be around to stop you two, but I’ve met many a Marvullian that has severed a Lifebond, and none of them have ever been joyous souls; they have been bitter or depressive husks… You two have something wondrous. Nurture and treasure it, do not weaponize it…” Shallie poked her head up, looking smug as she turned on her heel and stepped out of the dream, her visage fading to leave the two alone.

“Damn it!” Junon barked out and fell to her knees, punching a fist into the emptiness of the floor.

“Junon, it’s okay!” Leona took to her knees next to her, hugging the smaller girl tightly.

“It’s not okay! I thought I let this toth go… but when we were arguing… those old thoughts started bubbling up. Prejudice toth about you being a Rashvian, being some savage!” Junon snarled as she hugged Leona.

“Me too… It’s okay… Like Shallie said, it’s not our history or our people, even the recent things like fresh wars… It’s us, here and now, you and me… You’re not just a Salarian, you’re my dalrae…” Leona hugged her tight, growling the words into her large ears.

“Y-yes… You’re not just some Rashvian, you’re… my racha… That’s all that matters…” Junon hugged her back, both of them now nuzzling, scent-marking one another in their dream space.

“I can’t believe we had to get relationship advice from a house cat…” Leona chuckled as they hugged.

“Shallie would be so pissed off if she heard you say that…” Junon giggled and then drew closer, offering small love nips at Leona’s throat fur.

“Huff… gods, dalrae…” Leona groaned at the light love nibbles, then pulled to shift and return the favor, huffing against her Salarian’s throat before offering her own stronger nips.

“So… right here in Lashrey Cha Derheth, eh?” Junon mused as she felt Leona nipping further along her collar.

“We do now have an excuse to have our first bout of make-up sex, yes?” Leona snarled playfully before kissing down her Salarian bitch’s chest, dragging her tongue against the hard peak of her left nipple, unpierced in this state.

“Ha… that’s truuue… Don’t tease, my love… get that muzzle between my thighs,” Junon groaned impatiently. Leona perked her ears and didn’t hesitate to quickly shift the smaller fox onto her back. Then, in one fluid motion, she had paws under Junon’s knees and her muzzle between those soft thighs, her tongue dutifully dragging against the unpierced pearl of her lover.

“Good dog! Good girl… hgn…” Junon groaned with adoration, her paw tangling into Leona’s crimson locks, claws scratching at her scalp. The wolf offered a deep rumbling growl as she lapped and suckled against her fox lover's pearl.

“Huff… huff… just one… then we’re trading, I wanna do it too, okay?!” Junon yipped and panted the words, snapping her teeth together as her wolf brought her closer, the larger girl just nodding her head.

It didn’t take much longer, Junon’s tongue lolling as she looked down at her lover, rubbing her head with one paw, bracing on her other, seeing the hearts in her racha’s green eyes as she looked up between her thighs. Junon tucked her tongue and snapped her teeth, shuddering as her own heart-filled eyes rolled up, then howled out in a relieved moan as her Rashvian bitch made her crest.

Leona shuddered as well, happy to taste her love. It all felt just as intense and real as if in the flesh of their bodies. She lapped her tongue eagerly, stroking against her lover’s pearl to stimulate, then gave a small bark as Junon jerked back from her slightly.

“Hgn… me too!” That's all she growled before she dove upon Leona, the larger girl giving an excited laugh as they embraced. Junon straddled her as their muzzles crashed together in a heated, eager kiss, and their tongues tangled.

The kiss lingered for a few moments before Junon broke it with a cute growl, nipping the side of Leona’s jaw lovingly before quickly shifting down. Like before, it didn’t take any time for the smaller girl to get into position, easily forcing the Rashvian’s legs apart and diving in muzzle first.

Leona gave a shocked, ecstatic moan as Junon went right for her pearl. The Rashvian’s paw settled on her lover's head, claws raking through the blonde locks as she panted down at the fox she’d die for. Junon growled cutely as she looked up, her own hearts showing in her blue eyes as she rolled her tongue and skillfully suckled at her wolf’s spot, all while her tails rolled in a furious wag.

“Almost there dalrae… Gods I love you… love you… need you…” Leona groaned and panted the words, then dug her claws into Junon’s scalp, her tongue flopping out as she moaned out savagely.

Junon snarled and pulled back to open her maw as the Rashvian lust gushed forth, squirting all over the smaller dog's muzzle as the larger girl came for her. The Salarian licked her chops and then snapped back down on Leona’s pearl, suckling through the orgasm to draw it out.

“Guh… fuucckk…” Leona slurred as the little fox finally came up and licked her chops.

“Do you love me, my racha?” Junon cooed as Leona sat up.

“Adore you… worship you…” Leona snarled as she climbed to paws and knees, both girls face to face before they threw arms around one another, drawing into another deep kiss, heads tilted, tongues mingling the taste of one another’s love as they rolled. For several moments, they remained there, as their paws tangled into each other’s crimson and blonde hair, gripping tight as if they wished to fuse into one body, one passionate soul.

Finally, Junon parted her lips with a gasp and whispered against Leona’s, “Call me your goddess then…”

“My goddess… You’re my goddess, dalrae…” Leona answered without hesitation, her muzzle shifting to nuzzle under Junon’s jaw.

“Hgn… huff… come here, let me touch you… I want to kiss you more…” Junon groaned as her wolf happily embraced her, both of them crashing into another kiss, paws roaming the other’s body. Before long Junon had her right paw between Leona’s thighs, the wolf returning the favor.

Snarls, growls, and even yips were drowned out in the frantic, passionate kiss, tongues gently flicking all the while, drinking one another in as paws stroked against each other’s sex.

Leona broke the kiss with a soft yip, her tongue lolling slightly as Junon cracked a knowing grin, pinching gently and rolling her jewel between her padded fingers. “Ha… give in for me, racha…”

“Hgn… you too, my dalrae… my goddess…” Leona panted as her own paw rubbed more intently, then offered her own slight pinch to the fox’s pearl as well.

“Ngh! Glaaadly…” Junon grunted, then gave a happy moan as she crested, but also gave Leona’s spot another pinch. The wolf shuddered before she joined in, a more savage howl to contrast the sweeter sound from the fox’s maw.

“Ha… ha… I swear I’ll not jeopardize us again…” Leona growled through her orgasm as she panted.

“It’s okay, racha… We are allowed to not see eye to eye on everything, I promise to also talk to you, not demand or argue… We’ll sort things together…” Junon panted as she hugged tightly again, nuzzling and lapping the side of Leona’s jaw.

“Like wives?” Leona said with a grin.

“Heh… shut up…” Junon giggled before drawing the wolf back into a deep kiss, both girls eagerly starting another session of intimate pawing while enjoying their dream bonding.

-*Marvullia Public Data Archives*-

-*General Knowledge Database: Enter Query?*-

-*>The Great Collapse>*-

(NOTE; The following data archive has been interspersed with USF standard time and distance notations, as well as other notations. Please be advised one-hundred percent accuracy is not guaranteed.)

The Great Collapse:

Marvullian scientists and scholars have debated the nature of The Great Collapse for (thousands of USF standard cycles), yet none have solid evidence of what truly transpired.

All that is known is that approximately (Eight thousand to twelve thousand USF standard cycles ago), the Marvullian civilization was in its prime. They had unimaginable power and technology, with a vast empire spanning thousands of colonized star systems throughout the known cosmos, along with a network of starlanes that kept it all interconnected.

However, due to unknown events, the Marvullians society seemingly collapsed over night. Starships ceased to function, becoming derelict tombs for their crews. Gate systems failed, leaving stations unable to be resupplied. Colonized worlds without optimal resources also collapsed due to a lack of supply.

Loss of life was incurred on an unimaginable scale as thousands of worlds, hundreds of stations, and uncounted fleets all simply ceased to operate. Those grav-side stood a fighting chance, but anyone caught in the void was relegated to death as life-support systems and hydroponics failed.

Worse still, the Marvullians, who had come to rely so readily on technology over physical records, had the majority of their history wiped away with the collapse. The few ancient records that survived were on Marvullian-Prime; however, it was the precursor homeworld and was in its own dire straits.

Using the now dormant machines, the Marvullians were able to rapidly repurpose their own technology over the next (Decades), which was all the time they had been allotted by the planet-killing meteor they had tracked heading for their homeworld. Pre-Collapse, there was no doubt the Marvullians could have averted the disaster. Still, given the nature of the situation, more priority was placed on escaping the doomed world than preserving their ancient history.

It took the fleeing colonist (several hundreds of cycles) to find a new suitable homeworld. Cryogenic stasis had also been something lost to them during the Collapse, so generations were born and died on the colony ships, further drowning the history of their species in the murky waters of time.

Eventually, the Marvullians began to travel the stars again. However, with no record of starlanes or colonies, all they could do was explore the cosmos anew, hoping to stumble upon those that had survived grav-side.

Over the preceding (Multiple thousands of USF standard cycles), thousands of colonies had been discovered and reintegrated into the Marvullian network. Some of the survivors had flourished and established vibrant worlds, rich with life. Others were massive tombs of partially terraformed worlds where the colonists simply could not sustain themselves without regular supplies. Several more had somehow fled on their own improvised ships, only to find other species and eventually intermingled into the alien populace.

Debates have raged for (millennia) on what triggered The Great Collapse, but the majority of scholars believe the Marvullians had somehow started an AI-technology war either amongst themselves, another race, or perhaps an Artificial Intelligence they created. Regardless, a doomsday program was integrated into their system, which rapidly spread through their entire empire, disabling all technology in its wake.

Even to this day, the Marvullian empire is a shadow of its former self, and evidence of its once former glory can be found throughout the cosmos. From derelict space stations turned graveyards, to odd alien trinkets found in antique shops on far-flung worlds, to genetic earmarks of their species integrating with other alien societies.

-*End Archive*-

The older Battle Maiden drummed her padded fingers together as she sat at her desk, looking over the two younger dogs before her. “So, let me get this straight, you want to fully clear his senses to ask him questions you already asked him once before? After several weeks of breaking him in?” Claris had a clear annoyed tone in her voice.

Junon spoke up, “That’s correct, Chief Medi-”

“Let’s leave rank out of this, Junon. I have a question for you directly.” Claris focused fully on the Salarian.

“Well, go ahead, Claris, what is it?” Junon frowned and put a paw on her hip, feeling like she was about to get scolded.

“Leona, and I myself, both warned Tyler of what he was getting into. I personally told him we were like venom and regaled him of my own conquests. The Earthling knew what he was getting into, so why should my sister relinquish her rightful claim when he willingly agreed?” Clair faintly growled the words, showing clearly where she felt this discussion should go.

Junon sighed and tried to reply, “Look, Claris… He’s young and-”

“He’s old enough to have jumped into the sheets with you, and he was old enough to rise to his current command position. Why is he now too young, Junon? Tyler knew what he was getting into, he knew what he wanted, and you, of all dogs on this ship, should know how Leona- no, how any Rashvian would have handled this. Frankly, if I were twenty years younger, I’d have taken him myself!” Clairs gave her another annoyed look before she settled back in her chair, the room growing silent from the older wolf’s sheer presence of will, a mother and grandmother who knew how to make her voice heard.

“Erm… Wasn’t it you who said to let Rashvian prejudice and culture take a back seat, Claris?” Junon asked while folding her arms.

“Certainly, we are not on Rashvia-Prime after all. However, Tyler willingly partook of this, he wanted it, even through all the cautionary paw holding.” Claris drummed her claws on the desk as she looked at Leona. “You’re no pup, sister. Say something about all this!”

Leona growled and folded her arms, looking away as she clenched her teeth. The words came out with a mote of hesitation, “I- I want Tyler to be as happy as he can be, not just addicted to me and Junon…”

“Sister, you’re a terrible liar… I can see the look in your eyes. You want what any Battle Maiden would want from a prime Fhiel such as him. You want him to be yours, owned, and giving you puppies until you’re my age. Tell me I’m wrong.” Claris spoke icily as she gave the younger Rashvian a hard look.

Leona hissed through her teeth and jerked her gaze away, saying nothing. More silence filled the medical ward before Junon cleared it once more, “Tyler should get the right to choose if he wants to have other lovers, shouldn’t he?”

“He already made that choice, Junon. You’re asking him to make it again! If I sedate him with more antagonist, make him take a week or two off from both of you, what do you think he’ll do? He’ll dive back into your arms, because that’s what he wants! Cresh cha, Salarian, why don’t you look at the facts?!” Claris barked the words, Junon looking surprised she used her own species’ slang at her.

“That’s fair I suppose…” Junon grumbled as she looked away.

“Look, both of you. The injections he’s taking are keeping his head clear day to day. I don’t need to up the dosage, and you don’t need to cut him off for long… If you must put him through this, then do so when he’s not touched Leona for a few hours and isn’t raring to go. Though that pup seems randy all the time from the sounds of it. Tch… I’m old but I’m not dead, maybe I should have shown him what an experienced wolf could-”

“Claris!” Leona barked, hackles instantly raised and tail fluffed out with territorial instinct.

“Ha! Peace my sister, I’m only teasing… mostly… You know us Rashvians, though, we can keep a sexual appetite well into our golden years.” Claris giggled at Leona’s glare.

“Seriously? That’s pretty impressive, then again, we Salarians aren’t much different… Our libido more or less doesn’t slow down until we’re ready to drop!” Junon offered the older Battle Maiden a grin.

Leona rubbed her face. “Ugh… Just don’t talk about seducing my Fhiel like that, okay, Claris? You know-”

“Of course I know! I drew my blade against my commanding officer because I know so well! You two should talk to Tyler, as…” Claris growled and hit her own communicator, “This is Medical to Chief of Security.”

Both of the younger dog’s ears sprang right up.

Tyler’s voice answered sharply, “This is Officer Londre, go ahead, Medical!”

“Officer Londre, I need to see you in medical at your leisure, it’s not urgent, just within the next few minutes…” Clairs growled the words while glaring right at a stunned Junon, and Leona.

“Understood, I’m on my way,” The communicator chirped as the line ended.

“C-Claris, what are you doing?!” Leona stammered out with a growl.

“Helping you two out, otherwise you’ll fluff about for weeks on this nonsense…” Clairs rocked back in her chair with a snort, then followed up, “Leona, when is the last time you touched him?”

“Uh… This morning? We kissed and hugged a bit, made out a little before the bakery, but I haven’t touched him in… about six hours now?” She counted on her padded fingers.

“Should be more than safe then. I’ll confirm with his little tag along, she’ll know as well…” Claris sighed as she drummed her claws on the desk.

Tyler strode in looking professional and at attention, up to the point he saw Junon and Leona standing there near Claris’ desk. “Uh…” His tail fluffed as Shallie, perched on his shoulder, gave a skeptical tilt of her head.

“Sorry to call you so suddenly, Tyler but we need to talk about some things if you don’t mind…” Claris opened her paw towards an empty chair in front of her desk. “You two also pull up a chair, but no touching him.” The older wolf’s tone of voice was like an annoyed teacher about to sit her students down for a lecture.

“R-right… uh, okay, Claris…” He took a seat, flanked by his two lovers.

Claris sighed and rubbed her temple before looking to Shallie. “I’m glad to see you are looking better, more color in your fur and eyes as it were.”

“Thank you, Doctor. I feel much better thanks to your assistance prior,” Shallie said politely.

“Come now, all I did was hook an IV up to get you rehydrated from the long stint in cryo sleep… Anyway, young one, I’d like to-”

“Claris, I’m actually your senior, so please don’t address me as a kitten… I’ve lived through three generations and I’m over one-hundred of your USF years of age,” Shallie mewed back in a smug tone.

“Ah, my apologies. You look good for your age, Miss Shallie,” Claris showed her teeth in a grin.

“You also seem to be holding your beauty well, Claris, thank you very much. So, how can I help you?” The Reinsha mewed out.

“To the point then. You already know the biological impacts Leona has on Tyler, and the mental impact of Junon, yes?” Claris asked while the rest of the trio just awkwardly sat there frowning.

“I do, and I can surmise where this is going. My master is not under the influence of either at present,” Shallie explained pointedly.

“Wonderful… Tyler, do you remember what I told you about us Rashvians?” Claris finally addressed the young fox with her question.

“Yes ma’am,” he said politely.

“What did I compare us to? What did I say?” she prodded.

He plucked his memories to recall the wording as he spoke out, “You said you were… like poison, sweet poison. Poison I’d happily call delicious and keep drinking…”

“That’s right, and were you in your right mind when I explained it?” she continued.

“Kind of? I was still rattled from your own touch at the time, and I didn’t have the injection fully churning, but I understood what you meant…”

“Touch? Claris, what did you do to my Fhiel?” Leona growled.

“Well was I supposed to give him the shot with my telekinetic powers, Leona? Only one of us here can do that,” Claris countered with a growl of her own. She then turned back to Tyler and simply explained, “Tyler, your lovers are having a small… conflict of interest, and you need to sort things out for them…”

“Oh… about the whole Morganna thing?” he asked awkwardly.

“Was it Lieutenant Shelby then? You could do worse, she’s a cute little thing and has a nice rack on her, doesn’t she?” Claris grinned as she rubbed her jaw.

“S-she does? I uhm… never bothered to look?” Tyler whispered out.

“Come now, Tyler, surely you gave her a side eye once in a while? I’ve had to give her an exam along with most of the crew on this ship, are you telling me you didn’t try to catch a look at her uniform hugging at her chest or hips?” Claris asked with a crooked grin.

“What?! No! Morganna is my co-worker, my comrade! I respect her and I’d not just… ogle her like that any more than I would any other member of this ship! It took Junon and Leona putting the pressure on to get me to look at them!” He growled and folded his ears, paws balling into fists in his lap.

“Shallie, can I confer with you mentally for a moment?” Claris asked.

Shallie sighed and closed her eyes, settling down on Tyler's shoulder as her thoughts flooded into the older Battle Maiden’s. She could tell this wasn’t the Rashvian’s first telepathic experience, there were earmarks of past ‘visitors’ as it were. Once you are touched telepathically, it leaves a way open so to speak.

‘What is it, Claris?’

‘Was he earnest in that just now, or was he feeding a yarn to impress the girls at his side?’ the Rashvian asked.

‘It was earnest. My master may be a horny mess, but he is respectful by nature. He just happened to get wrapped up with… messy bitches, you could say…’ Shallie gave a mental sigh. ‘I don’t think he even realizes Morganna was asking him out on a date or that she was horny. He was just assuming it was to hang out.’

‘A noble but dangerous mindset…’ Claris thought.

‘I feel the same, Doctor. Regardless, I’m confident his words were from the heart just now.’ She nodded as she opened her eyes and broke the connection.

“Tyler, I want to just ask. Are you happy being with only Junon and Leona? Are you happy being possessed and having no freedom?” Claris rocked back in her chair, paws put in her lap.

“Junon and Leona are more than enough for me, and now that Shallie is with me... I’m pretty good on companionship. I don’t need more girlfriends, or mistresses, or anything else.” Tyler nodded with a frown.

“Sure, but flights of fancy and acts of passion are what being young is all about isn’t it? Don’t you want to sow your oats and experience more from life before you settle down into a family?” Claris asked while cocking a brow.

Tyler frowned as he looked to Junon, then to Leona, before glancing at the small feline on his shoulder. “I’m sure Morganna is a nice girl, and maybe it’d be fun to have sex with her if she wanted to, but I already have a family with these three. I don’t want for anymore, and I feel like I’d think that way even if Leona wasn’t demanding I belong to her.”

Claris smiled and tapped her paws together before looking to the two girls. “Well, I think you have your answers. What do you think?”

“Tyler, are you sure you don’t want to experience more of life and others?” Junon growled as she put her own paws in her lap.

“Junon… I love you and Leona. I know I’m young, but I’m content. I’m happy with the two of you,” he answered simply.

“Yeah but… Doesn’t it bother you when I’m off with someone else other than Leona?” Junon asked as she pointed to herself.

“Why would it? I told you, I knew what I was getting into with a Salarian, just like…” He looked to Leona who cracked a small grin at his look. “I knew what I was getting into with a Rashvian… Both of you gave me a lot of warning, both of you gave me outs, and if I need to keep paws off the two of you for a few weeks to prove I mean what I say, I will!”

“Ta-da…” Claris spread her paws. “You can tell me I was right now, Junon.”

“Ugh…” Junon sighed and rubbed her forehead before muttering, “I guess you were, Claris…”

“Junon, I do appreciate you worrying, but you two are all I need and frankly between what I’ve already got, I don’t think I could handle more!” Tyler chuckled.

“Thank you, my Fhiel… It’s one thing to possess someone, it’s another to know they open their heart to your claim as well…” Leona said with an adoring growl.

“I think I have a way to sort this even more to keep all parties happy.” Shallie mewed as the others all looked to her. She shrugged faintly as she continued, “Let Tyler have permission to have any flights of fancy, so long as he uses protection, and only if it’s casual. No talk of loves or extended relationships, and certainly no breeding?”

“I’d rather no bitch puts paws on him but me and Junon… tch… but… I guess I could accept that…” Leona growled.

“Are you guys wanting me to go for Shelby or something?” Tyler asked awkwardly.

“Yes!” Junon barked out with a little grin.

“No!” Leona snarled at the exact same moment.

“Geeze…” Shallie groaned as she rolled her crystal eyes.

“Look, I’m sorry, but I think it’s hot as fuck that my little Earthling fox is so hot to trot! The idea of him getting other girls all hot and bothered is a turn-on to me.” Junon grumbled as she folded her arms with a small snort through her nose.

“R-really, Junon?” Tyler stammered out awkwardly, shifting nervously in his chair. She simply shrugged and nodded.

“I mean… I guess when you put it that way, it is rather flattering, and as long as no one is getting puppies but us…” Leona mused as she rubbed her jaw.

“Dibs!” Claris said playfully as all three of the dogs before her gave a shocked yip.

Tyler stammered out, “Uh… Claris, you're a lovely wolf and all, but aren't you a bit out of-”

“Hah! I'm playing with you, but I bet I could still make you moan and howl…” The elderly Rashvian gave him a predatory grin that simply didn't look at home with her normally calm demeanor.

“Ooh! You go get it, Claris!” Junon barked eagerly.

“No! Don't you go get anything, Claris!” Leona snarled and pushed a padded finger at the older Battle Maiden. “Flights of fancy are one thing, but another Rashvian is something entirely different!”

“Wait- why is that?” Junon asked.

“It's a cultural thing with our people, Junon. Another Battle Maiden placing paws on your Fhiel is a grave disrespect. It's usually grounds for honorific combat.” Claris explained.

“Ah, that sort of makes sense…” Tyler spoke up, sounding a little relieved.

“Jokes aside… How will your stance change when Leona inevitably takes on more Fhiels, Tyler?” Claris asked while rubbing her jaw.

The Earthling's ears perked. He'd not considered that…

“Who said I would? Tyler and Junon are enough for me, Claris!” Leona barked.

“Come now, sister. Even the most reserved Battle Maidens will have at least three. Why, I myself had four and my beloved Shulkei.” Claris smiled sweetly.

“Well! I don't care about that! This isn't Rashvia-Prime, and I don't have to practice cultural norms! Junon and Tyler are enough!” Leona snarled.

“Ah well, if we're not worrying about cultural norms. Does that mean you won't challenge me to honorific combat if I try my luck with your Earthling?” Claris mused.

“Ha! No beating up the ship's doctor, First! That's an order!” Junon giggled as Tyler looked pale.

‘She's kidding, right, Shallie?’ Tyler thought nervously. Shallie just groaned aloud as all three of the other dogs in the room perked their ears.

“Tyler, what have I told you like ten times now? Let me initiate telepathy!” Shallie mewed out, then continued, “No, I don't believe she is. You're quite the hot little commodity, it appears!”

“If you and Claris do it, I want all the details, sweetie!” Junon barked playfully.

“Urgh… can we just focus on us for a bit?!” Tyler groaned as he pushed his paws over his face.

“Poor thing, he’s overwhelmed with choices…” Claris giggled then waved a paw as she spoke in a more comforting tone, “Please relax, sweetie, I won’t make your situation any more complicated or frustrating, just having some fun at your expense.”

“Awesome… I'm… going to go finish my rounds through the ship, I am still on duty.” The young Earthling stood then frowned as he looked to Junon. “Am I excused, ma'am?”

“Oh go ahead, I know you need to clear your head, my fox.” Junon smiled as she waved a paw.

“Your life is so dramatic and interesting, master!” Shallie giggled as she leaped onto his shoulder while he exited.

“Poor thing, maybe a bit too much teasing…” Clairs frowned as she collected her tea cup.

“Were you seriously wanting a go, Claris?” Junon asked with a grin.

The older Rashvian perked her ears. “Oh, I wouldn't mind, but heavens, I'd need to limber up, take some pain killers preemptively, and pray I didn't throw something out!” she chuckled.

“Maybe I really should relax…” Leona sighed as she rubbed her own face, muttering into her paws, ”This whole situation has only made me argue with loved ones and make Tyler a nervous wreck…”

“Tyler will be fine, and so will the two of you. Just let it play out how it will, sister,” Claris said in a motherly tone as she sipped her tea.

-*-

“You've not said anything in several minutes,” Shallie finally spoke up from Tyler’s shoulder.

“Just… A lot on my mind… I don't need more, so why are they so worried about it?” Tyler sighed as they walked through the corridor.

Shallie shook her head. “Life has a tendency to change suddenly, Tyler. You never know… I can't fully fault Junon for how she feels. She is the older of the three of you, and she just wants you to be happy.”

“I am happy! I'm happy being Junon's boyfriend, Leona's Fhiel, and your master! I don't need-” His ears perked, not able to finish his speech as he rounded the corner to see Morganna just a few yards from him coming the other way.

“Oh, Tyler? Aren't you supposed to be off duty like the rest of us?” Shelby mewed out, her solid eyes looking curious.

She was in her civilian attire since she was off duty. The top she wore hugged at her large, ample breasts, and the shorts she wore just slightly hugged her hips, making her thighs bulge slightly against the legs of the material.

Tyler had never stared at her out of politeness, but after all the recent events… he caught himself taking her view in and then hissed out before answering as his eyes forced up, “Ah! Morganna, I uh… I always make at least one tour of the deck each day if possible.”

The half-Marvullian gave him a small grin, having clearly noticed his roaming gaze. “Oh, that makes sense. So… How much of your tour is left?” She practically purred the words as she folded her arms under her chest, making her breasts bulge forward.

His eyes couldn't help but glance at her figure, his heart picking up pace as he darted back to her face, the calico still offering a cute grin.

“Ah… I was just about done. This is the last deck actually,” Tyler said nervously.

“Well… If you're not too tired from your patrol… Yeevos, for a few drinks? My treat.” Morganna asked point-blank.

‘Direct, I approve,’ Shallie thought right into his mind.

“S-sure!” Tyler barked out with a small wag of his tail, not even believing he was agreeing.

Morganna gave him a bigger grin and straightened up. “Seriously, you will? Stellar! Okay, how about one hour from now? Will that give you time to wrap up and get out of uniform?” she mewed excitedly.

“S-sure, sounds good, Morganna.” He barked out with a small grin of his own.

“Then it's a date…” She hung on the words before spinning on her heel and giving him a wave of her paw. “See you in an hour, Tyler!”

He gave his own wave with a dumb grin on his face. Then, as she rounded the corner, he shoved his face into his paws and groaned out, “Why did I do that?!”

“Because you're a nice guy, and horny…” Shallie answered with clear amusement in her tone.

-*-

About an hour later, Tyler found himself walking up to the only bar on the ship, a place called Yeevos. It was a casual, relaxed place usually favored by the officers of the ship. Morganna was waiting at the entrance and had also changed into some new clothes.

Tyler felt his heart pitter-pattering at the sight of the half-Marvullian now that he was actually looking at her as more than a comrade. Her new outfit was a hip-hugging skirt that came down a little past her knees, and she’d changed into some flats. The blouse she wore suited her dress perfectly and hugged her nice plump breasts, even offering a small peek of cleavage.

‘Oh, she is absolutely on the hunt,’ Shallie’s thoughts filled his own as she paced behind him.

‘This is dumb, I really shouldn’t be doing this…’ Tyler frowned as he walked, seeing the calico show her teeth in an excited grin to see him.

‘And why not? Leona more or less agreed. Enjoy yourself, Tyler!’ Shallie gave a snort as she followed.

“Tyler! Wow, you… you actually came!” Morganna mewed out, sounding elated.

“Of- of course I did! I wouldn’t just leave you hanging, Morganna!” He stammered out, giving his own grin at how cute her own smile was.

“I apologize for my intrusion, I’ll try to make myself scarce once we are seated, I have no wish to be a third wheel on your little date,” Shallie spoke out.

“Ah, I see you with Tyler constantly since the derelict ship incident, is there a reason for it?” Shelby asked curiously.

“I’ll explain once we’re seated if you’d like, Morganna?” Tyler asked with a smile.

“Yes, let’s go then!” She hooked an arm around his own. The young fox let out a small yip at her sudden proximity, the cat offering a deep rumble of a purr as she looked over at him. Her solid white eyes were harder to discern from what he was used to, but he was certain he could see a glint of mischief in them.

As they took their seats, Tyler broke down the entire situation. “...So that’s the gist of it. Shallie and I have to stay within a reasonable distance of one another, that’s also why we had the telepathic fiasco on the bridge earlier…” Tyler collected his drink to take a small sip.

“So, that’s how it works! Well, I appreciate Shallie giving us some privacy like this!” Morganna gave him a smile. The Reinsha had taken a booth to herself on the other side of the bar.

Morganna took a long sip of her Frujall cocktail, then looked Tyler right in the eyes as she spoke, “So… I knew you were with the Captain, but given Sussnel looked ready to rip my ears off, her too?”

“Uh… Y-yes, that’s right…” He stammered out awkwardly, then took another sip of his own drink, a more modest gin and tonic.

“Hmm… I know how Salarians operate, so I’m sure Topaz won’t mind, but how about Sussnel? She’s a Rashvian, and I’ve seen what they can do when they’re mad… I’d prefer not to get ripped apart, you know?” She gave him a crooked grin, realizing she might be playing with fire now.

“Erm… We all kinda talked about this… Man this is awkward to just blurt out…” Tyler chuckled as he rubbed his head.

“Oh come on, Tyler… Just spit it out, we’re both adults here, and you’re not stupid…” She licked her lips as she traced a finger on the rim of her glass, her deep purr rumbling forth once more.

“R-Right… Sorry, so uhm…” He took a composing breath to get more of his ‘uhms’ and ‘uh’s’ out before he continued. “The gist of it was, I can do as I please, so long as I’m not looking for love or making… puppies…” He whispered the last part awkwardly.

Shelby showed her teeth in a grin, then mewed out a cute giggle. “Puppies?! Oh I’ve heard about that from Rashvians… You gonna knock Sussnel and Topaz up, big guy?” She asked with another giggle.

“What?! Uh! I- I’ve not got any plans to knock anyone up!” Tyler yipped.

“I’m going to level with you, Tyler… You’re pretty cute, and honestly? Being trapped on that bridge sometimes with Topaz… I mean, the bitch oozes sex appeal, and watching her tease you or that fucking tension her and Sussnel have sometimes?” Shelby hissed out and sipped her drink as if to cool herself off. “Fuck, it makes me hate being single, you know what I mean?”

“I think so? I’m really flattered, Morganna, but why me?” he asked before sipping his gin once more.

“Uh… because you’re hot? Also, you’re not some chauvinistic prick? I can’t stand overly macho males… I like em sweet… and you’re such a fucking sweetheart, Tyler…” She purred as she shifted a paw up, her claws extending as she scratched right under his muzzle. Tyler shuddered at the brazen touch, biting his lower lip. She smelled really good, really really good…

He whispered out, “T-thanks, Morganna… I think you’re also-”

“I’ll cut you off there, sweet thing… I know you don’t know me all that well, so no need to follow up…” She mewed out as he snapped his jaws closed, but then she rubbed under his muzzle as she purred, “That’s why… I’m gonna shoot straight with you, Tyler…”

She shifted closer, whispering hotly right into his ear, “I want you to get to know me… How about we get the awkward part out of the way, then go from there? I promise I’m not looking for a boyfriend or… kittens…” She purred and noticed his ears perked higher at the last word.

“Ah… I mean…” He looked down at the slightly shorter girl, her position giving him a good look at the heavy swell of her breasts, the cleavage of her blouse doing an immense service to him in this moment - or disservice, depending on how you looked upon the situation.

“I’ve got a small spare room Shallie could sleep in, why don’t you come back to my quarters and we… get to know one another?” She gripped his arm, hugging it closer, letting his paw settle on her inner thigh against the skirt she wore.

“Morg- Uh… Is it really okay to just…” He trailed off, his heart pounding.

She puffed into his ear with a little whine, “Come on Ty… Don’t make me beg you… You’re fucking hot and I’m dying here… It’s been a few years since I got any of my itches scratched… Help a kitty out?” She mewed cutely as she gripped his paw, pushing it between her thighs.

His ears perked high, feeling the heat of her alien sex through the dress and panties. He gulped hard and then offered a small nod. His heartbeat was a deafening pounding in his ears. “A-alright… I’ll uh… do my best?” He showed his teeth in a small grin.

Morganna couldn’t help but giggle and used her own paw to coax him to rub against her through her dress and panties. “Oh, if you’re fucking Topaz and Sussnel? Even your average efforts will probably do wonders for my tension, baby…”

He shuddered as his paw gently rubbed, his heart leaping at being called ‘baby’ like that.

“Huff… let me pay the tab? Or are you going to keep rubbing my pussy in public, Ty?” She asked with a hot pant into his ear.

“Well…” He showed a childish grin as he pushed closer, hugging the half-Marvullian up. His paw shifted under her dress as he gained confidence. He leaned close, whispering into her ear, “You said you were in a bad way… so maybe a little something to tide you over until we get to your place?”

“Hgn… a sweetheart, but a deviant in the sheets… Now I see what Topaz and Sussnel see in you, baby,” she panted into his ear, hugging close, feeling his paw deftly rubbing at her through her panties now. Before he started this tour, he’d not have known which end was up on a female, but thanks to Leona and Junon, his touch had much more confidence these days.

“Right here, Morganna?” he whispered into her perked ear, the calico giving a whisper of a groan, nodding her head as his paw deftly applied pressure to her wet panties, giving her a pawjob right in the bar, rubbing at her pearl through the slick silk she wore.

“Yeah… right there… right there Ty… please baby… I’ve not even done it myself in months…” She pleaded while her claws dug into his arm, biting on her lower lip.

‘Five o’clock, might want to relax for a second…’ Shallie’s voice filled his mind.

He eased his paw and loosened his grip so it looked like they were just hugging comfortably. Morganna gave an exasperated mew, looking shocked, but then caught a glimpse of the server coming over.

“Are you two doing well? Can I get you anything else?” She asked obliviously.

“N-no, I think I’ve already had too much… ha ha… please close my tab out,” Shelby mewed as she slumped against Tyler, hoping to explain away why they were so close.

“Certainly, take your time, and thanks for coming!” the server said politely as she turned away.

“I’ve not come yet, bitch… thanks to you…” Shelby hissed darkly, then offered a small cute mewl as Tyler got right back to stroking her.

“Sorry… let’s fix that then…” He growled happily as Morganna nodded and clung to him, huffing through her sharp teeth, feeling her body growing closer.

“Yes… yes… ngh!” She bit back a moan as her claws dug into his furred flesh. Tyler hissed but kept his strokes moving, feeling the calico’s hips give a few faint jerks before her whole frame slumped slightly. “Yesss… Thank you baby…” She purred and nuzzled his jaw, offering a small lap of her tongue as Tyler couldn’t help but grin.

“That going to hold you over until we get back?” He hummed as he withdrew his paw, feeling smug and proud of himself. Junon would also be proud to know how he handled that.

“Oh yes, I love the idea of walking to my quarters with my panties soaked thanks to you, Ty… Let’s not waste any more time!” She hissed the words as she gave his jaw another small lap of a kiss, then slid out of the booth, the scent of her lust clinging to her thigh fur.

At Morganna’s quarters, Tyler yipped as she suddenly threw herself into his arms, the young Earthling barely having time to grasp the alien's hips before her legs wrapped around him. The door to her quarters hadn't even finished fully closing yet.

“That was so fucking hot how you… Ngh! Come here, baby!” Morganna mewed as she shoved her mouth to his own, head already tilting to present her tongue.

He gasped as her lips sealed to his, groaning into the forced kiss as his tongue met hers for the first time. He drank in the taste of her mouth, the sweet taste of her cocktail lingering as their tongues gently explored one another.

“Have fun, master. I'll be in the other room.” Shallie mewed as she walked by the growling, snarling, ravenous couple.

Tyler forced the kiss to break with a gasp, then licked his chops before looking around the quarters. It was laid out similar to his, which made sense given they were both officers.

Morganna grinned and just hugged him tighter as he walked her right to the bedroom, then gave a cute mew as she was dumped onto her bed.

“Gods…I've wanted you since I laid eyes on you! I can't believe this is finally happening!” She practically moaned the words, her spaded tail coiling and flicking.

Her words made his heart do that pitter-patter again before he dropped right down upon his knees pulling her to the edge of her bed.

“H-Holy hells… R-really?!” She mewed excitedly as she felt his paws slip under her skirt, grasping the shamelessly drenched panties and pulling them down her legs. One of her flats had fallen off when she leapt into his arms, the other kicked off after she landed in bed.

“Why not?” was all he said as he pushed her skirt up, showing off the soft curvy hips of the half-Marvullian. Shelby eagerly spread her legs to show off her alien pussy to him.

“I… I've never had someone do this for me, Tyler…” Morganna mewed with giddiness in her tone.

“That's too bad… I'm eager to see if you taste as good as you smell…” He growled confidently, mentally thanking his lovers again for all the experience.

She really did smell amazing. It made his head spin. Leaning in, he lolled his tongue out, Morganna cutely biting her lower lip in anticipation.

His tongue curiously lapped against her pearl, his blue eyes blinking up at the cute, pent-up cat before him. She groaned and drifted her paws over his large ears, rubbing them as he started lapping.

“Yes… Yesss… I can't believe it… Ha… “ Morganna mewled out in a groan as she rubbed his ears adoringly.

This was really nice, it was refreshing to be in control. She sounded so cute, so happy. He snapped down and started suckling against her spot, the half-Marvullian giving a delighted yowl as her claws dug into his hair.

“Tyler! Tyyy…” She shuddered then gave a blissful moan as he brought her to orgasm. Her first time receiving oral was more incredible than she imagined.

He pulled back, panting slightly, watching her alien pussy clenching against her exotic purplish fur. He looked up to see Morganna's tongue peeking out slightly in a relieved pant, her solid eyes looking distant.

He felt empowered and shifted his paws to grasp her skirt, peeling it off before gripping her blouse. Morganna gave him that cute grin and said nothing as she raised her arms for him.

In one eager motion, he pulled her top right off, along with her bra. The calico's plush breasts bounced right into view. Like her petals, her peaks were a pinkish color that stood out against her purple fur, both stiff from her eagerness.

“Damn… They're bigger than they look in your uniform…” Tyler growled with admiration as he leaned forward, dragging his tongue against her left peak before snapping down to give it a suckle.

“I'm glad you like them, baby…” She groaned adoringly and rubbed his ears as she felt his tongue flicking and rolling against her sensitive peak.

He took several moments to suck and lick at both her hefty breasts before laying her back in her own bed. As he stripped his own shirt off, Morganna gave a delighted purr to see the Earthling's defined, strong chest.

Tyler admired the alien cat before him. She had large breasts, full hips, with her height somewhere between Junon and Leona. Unlike his other two lovers, her physique was much softer and curvier, even having a bit of pooch in her midsection that he found rather cute.

“You are so gorgeous, Tyler… I hope you aren't put off by what you see.” Shelby mewed nervously as her spaded tail flicked awkwardly.

“Put off?” Tyler tugged his pants open as his crimson length sprang forth. The fox’s cock shamelessly jumped and dribbled with precum as he huffed out, “Do I look put off?”

“Whoa…” She managed to gasp out before squirming her hips. “Not… at all!” She mewed eagerly and spread her legs a bit wider, showing off her soaked alien pussy submissively to the looming dog above her. “It's uh… Been a while for me, so try not to be too rough?” she asked demurely.

Despite her directness to get to this point, she was being really submissive now that he had paws on her. The young fox wagged his tail as his paws slid over her soft furred hips, scooping under her knees to tug her just a little closer.

“You got it, Morganna… nice and gentle… let’s take our time, pretty kitty…” He growled the words, mustering as much bravado as he could, his lover’s deep, loud purr telling him she approved.

His tapered head brushed at her soaked entrance, prodding and rubbing for a few moments, then with a focused growl, he pushed forward, slowly and gently starting to work himself deep into Morganna’s tight walls.

“D-damn… you’re really tight,” he groaned as his hips pushed forward gently.

“Ngh… Been a few years… and… I never used toys that go in… s-so…” She winced and shook her head, her claws digging into the sheets as she braced and felt this young Earthling sinking deep, her body having craved him for too long now.

“Gods…” He groaned as he finally managed to bottom out, the smaller cat giving a soft mewl of relief as her tongue peeked out, her white eyes looking distant as he felt her walls start to clench.

“Damn… you already came, Morganna?” He asked while settling his paws on her hips, his own starting to faintly move, getting used to her tight alien pussy.

“Y-yeah, I was and still am really horny for you, baby…” She confessed in a gentle pant as she reached her arms out for the fox. Tyler bit his lower lip, his heart fluttering at the display as he released her hips and lowered himself down onto his elbows before her.

Morganna wrapped her arms right around his neck, drawing him closer, his own arms slipping around her neck in turn, his claws digging into her slightly curly locks of hair, feeling those large, plush breasts of hers shove against his defined chest. Her lips once again pushed to his own as they drew into a deep kiss.

Her deep rumbling purrs rolled down his throat as their tongues explored each other, his hips starting to get into a rhythm, bucking gently, as he tried to keep himself composed to not be too rough on her.

“Ah! So good… fuck…” She broke the kiss with a mewl, hugging tighter as her tongue lolled cutely, feeling him starting to stroke faster. “Come on baby, I think I’m okay, go… a bit… faster?”

“S-sure thing, pretty kitty…” He whispered the proposed pet name a second time, Morganna moaning with approval as her legs wrapped around him, feeling his thick tail brushing at her now bared footpaws.

“You feel really good, it's almost like…” He grunted then focused while he shifted his hips, realizing he wasn’t imagining that. It wasn’t like being with his other lovers. Her alien walls were clearly different, it was as if she had three different sets of muscles inside, all of them massaging, two practically milking at his tapered head.

“Almost like what, baby?” She groaned as she nuzzled his jaw, her smaller body gently shifting under him with each push he made.

He decided this wasn't the time to ask about her sexual biology as he responded, “Hgn… n-nothing… it just feels really good inside you, Morganna… Huff… I know I should have asked prior, but… are you protected?” He shifted to look into her solid eyes, the feline just pushing her forehead to his own, giving a few nods while her cute little mews filled the air each time he stroked deep.

“Yes… N-no kittens or puppies this time, Tyler… Ha… do you want to knot me? I won’t say no if you do…” She purred the words right into his ear while hugging close, her breath hot like it’d been in the bar, her own hips shifting a little to join in the movements.

“Fuck yeah I wanna knot you, pretty kitty…” He growled adoringly as Morganna sighed and nuzzled his jaw more. She had shifted to completely submit to him, happily letting him take her reins, something he’d never truly had until now.

“Okay… Okay… Y-you ca-” Her teeth snapped together as her tail shuddered, her legs clenching tighter as she suddenly felt a voice in her mind.

‘Sorry to intrude, but would you like a little insider tip to really make my master go crazy?’ Shallie hummed into her mind.

‘Yes! Please!’ Morganna thought furiously while panting into Tyler's ear, feeling him driving faster into her, tapered head sinking deep, kissing all the right spots as more of her honey dripped off his sacs.

‘Kitty and puppy talk, he’s such a slut for breeding talk! Also his tail is veerry sensitive’ The Reinsha responded, amusement in her thoughts.

‘Okay! I’ll try and remember! Thanks, Shallie!’ She thought with a small grin on her muzzle.

‘Thank me by letting me watch next time, anyway, have fun, I’m closing the connection back off,’ her thoughts ended just as abruptly.

“Baby, this feels so good… fuck…” Morgana groaned aloud as she braced on her paws and shifted her own hips, giving her wiry spaded tail some room to shift and tuck down between her.

“It really does… you’re amazing, you’re gorgeous… beautiful and-” A loud yip erupted from his throat as his eyes snapped wide open, feeling her tail suddenly snake around his own, surprisingly prehensile.

“And I’m what, Tyler?” Morganna asked innocently as her tail gave his own a nice firm squeeze, licking her chops as she felt his perfect cock jump hard inside her, seeing Shallie wasn’t lying to her.

“Huff… M-my tail… is really… sensitive, kitten…” He shuddered and panted in her face, his hips starting to buck more erratically as he pushed deep, faint showings of his knot kissing at her entrance with each push.

“A-ah… is that… right?” She bit her lower lip, little hearts showing in her white eyes as she decided to push him further. “Hey, Tyler… speaking of kittens…”

“Y-yeah, Morganna?” He panted in her face, both of them nose to nose as she drew closer, her lips brushing his own as she purred.

“A little more… a little more… then I’ll tell you…” She whispered as she hugged close to his neck, pecking his lips with soft kisses as he eagerly bucked his hips now. He wasn’t being gentle anymore; he clearly had a goal in mind.

“Fuck… did you get tighter?!” He yipped out.

“I did… my walls will contract tighter, and tighter each time you make me cum, baby… It’s just one of my biological things… You getting close? Gonna knot me soon?” She purred as she looked into his eyes, her breasts jiggling against his chest as he nodded rapidly.

“Good… hey Ty… huff… about what I was saying… can I ask you a tiny little favor as you finish?” She purred as he bit his own lower lip, nodding his head again while his hips made loud wet slaps against her own, his knot nearly full.

Shelby locked her legs hard around him and constricted her tail, the fox giving a gleeful groan as his hips surged forward for a few more desperate strokes. She decided this was the perfect time as she whispered against his lips, “Give me kittens…”

His eyes widened, hearts showing in them as he gave a shocked gasp of a moan, Morganna giving him a lusty grin as she felt his cock jump violently hard.

“Holy…. Fuck!!” He cried as his hips slammed against hers, his thick hot love already gushing out even before he fully knotted her from the perfectly timed wordplay. Morganna mewed out as he slammed against her, knot popping in with a splash of some of his spunk scattering on their fur before his knot settled.

“That’s it baby! Breed me… make me a mother!” She mewed out with hearts in her own eyes, stroking his kink for him.

“P-Puppies too, I… I want both!” He barked out the last of the words as he hugged her close, rutting his hips as she groaned happily, feeling more of his thick ropes flooding in.

“Okay, Tyler… whatever you want, just knock me up!” She mewed into his ear as he shuddered, giving her a throaty groan as she felt his length jump viciously a few more times, her alien pussy milking the last drops in at last.

With a relieved mewl, she flopped back panting, her tongue peeking out as she groaned, “Fuck I needed that…” Her loud contented purr rumbled forth as Tyler groaned in relief, feeling lightheaded as he looked down on the curvy alien feline he’d just poured everything into, so much that a faint bulge showed in her belly from it.

Morganna sighed and reached out with her paws. “Don’t worry, baby… I’m protected, but I’m glad you liked that talk…”

He flopped into her arms, then shifted as he settled on his side, the calico purring happily as he wrapped his arms around her, his panting breath hot on her throat. “That was so intense… Gods that was good, kitten…”

She grinned at the pet name and nuzzled the top of his head, holding him tightly. “It waaass… You’re all mine tonight, Tyler… so just relax and let me hold you?” She asked cutely, the young Earthling just nodding as he panted, content to be held by yet another beautiful alien girl from the crew.

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