The Passenger
The Passenger
Written by Draylen Coyote
"Late, late, late!" I looked at the ships chronometer, as if urging it to slow down. "If I don't get this Ultarium to Oros Taga in twenty hours, Tash is going to have my ass." I turned to push more power into the drives, but the Diamond Dragon was already at full throttle. Sighing, I sagged down into the pilot's seat. All I could do was let the autopilot do the flying, and hope that jury rig on the main drives held.
"Note to self. If a mechanic says he'll have a plasma converter fixed in an hour, it'll take him five." I said dryly. What was intended to be a brief stopover for a minor repair had turned into a seven hour delay. More than likely, Tash was going to have my ass.
"Well, I should make it, if that modification holds, and nothing comes up..." I stopped as the comm. light began blinking. "Figures." I said sourly. I flipped on the receiver. The transmission was just a single code distress beacon, coming from not too far away. The scanners showed a small vessel close by, barely shuttle class. I adjusted course for a closer look, and focused on a small cylindrical craft.
"Escape pod." I said. "Looks like from a heavy transport or something." The scanners showed one life form on board. I bit my lip. I could either punch the drives and get to Oros Taga by the skin of my teeth, hoping someone else would be nice enough to pick up a lone escape pod, or stop and play good Samaritan. I glanced back at the chronometer. If I could do this quickly...
I quickly punched up the pod's frequency. "Unidentified escape pod, this is the freighter Diamond Dragon. I'm assuming you could use some assistance, and am preparing to dock. I'm in a bit of a hurry, so if you could be all ready to go when I get there, it'd be appreciated."
"I understand. I'll be ready in one minute." Replied a smooth female voice.
I set the ship on autodock and walked aft to the docking hatch behind the cargo bay. There was a series of clanks, and finally a hiss as the pressures equalized. The lights on the airlock indicator went green and I slid open the door.
I wasn't exactly prepared for the sight of the pod's passenger. She was a fairly tall and slender wolfess with blue tinged hair and piercing blue eyes. Her fur was dark grey with patches of black. She wore standard worker pants and an old t-shirt and a light flight jacket. However, the shirt and jacket were light enough to reveal a very full figure, leaving not much to the imagination. I somehow managed to resist the urge to look her over.
I struggled to find words. "I, uh, ah, welcome aboard." I stuttered. "I'm captain Tarx, but most everyone calls me Draylen."
"I'm Tara Norvon." She glanced around at the surrounding crates. "Nice place."
I shrugged. "It's not pretty, but it gets the job done."
"I can understand that. Mind telling me where we're going?"
"Oros Taga. Got a load of Ultarium that needs to be processed." I glanced at her. "How'd you get out this far?"
She rolled her eyes. "Long story."
I cocked my head. "I've got twenty hours. Either way, you can just give me the gist."
Tara sat down on a supply crate. "Ok. I guess since you picked me up. I've spent the last fifteen years working for Kyomar Industries as a mechanic. One week ago, the company goes into the tank, and everyone gets the boot without even a credit in severance pay. I'm tossed out on the streets when my landlord forecloses my apartment. The only lead I get is from a cousin I've never met, who says he's starting a business on Virgilius Prime, and needs all the help he can get. He sends me the money, I grab the cheapest form of transport available."
"Passenger on a supply freighter." I said.
She nodded. "Right. Fly out of Bestiin two days ago, heading for Virgilius. Ten hours into the voyage, the crew mutinies and everyone starts shooting everyone. I figure it'd be best if I lie low for awhile, so I duck into an escape pod." She sighed. "Stupid thing starts the auto launch cycle and dumps me out into deep space. I figure the crew is a little busy to notice a lifeboat jettison. I've been drifting for a day now." She looked at me. "Satisfied?"
I nodded. "Well, if I had the time, I'd give you a lift to Virgilius, but I'm going the opposite direction at the moment." I sighed. "Look, I'll loan you some cash. You should be able to get transport from Oros Taga to Virgilius."
She glanced at her feet. "I'm not even sure I want to go there any more. It sounded like my only option at the time, but now..." she trailed off. "I don't know any more."
"Happens to us all. It's just that..." I stopped as I noticed a red light blinking on an indicator board on the side of the hold. "Uh-oh."
"What is it?" She asked.
"I had to do a quick fix jury rig before I picked you up, and it looks like it's starting to overheat." I pressed a few keys on the board, and pulled one of the valves. The light stopped blinking red and turned a solid yellow.
"Better?" she asked.
"Some. Hopefully it should hold for awhile." I tapped a few more keys. "Better keep an eye on this."
"So what's your story?" She asked, sitting back down on the crate.
"Me? Nothing unusual. Grew up on the streets, learned to survive and so forth. Learned to fly with some friends from the Trari Militia, and been hauling cargo and the occasional gun for hire job ever since."
"You married?"
The question caught me by surprise. "Well, no. We spacers don't tend to hook up. You'll see it occasionally, but not often."
"Not a lot of job security huh?"
"That, and most of us are so hotheaded and independent whoever we married would divorce in less than a week. Besides, I don't want to be tied down." I walked over to the supply locker and dragged out my toolkit. "I really have to do some more work on that modification, unless you don't mind being stranded again. Of course, it would be in a bigger ship this time"
She smiled slightly. "No thanks. Need a hand?"
"I can always use someone to hand me tools."
We worked on the jury rig for another few hours and managed to get it stabilized to the point that it would hold for the rest of the trip to Oros Taga. I kept the Dragon on galactic standard time, so we shared a brief dinner of old ration bars, canned meat, and half a bottle of Antarian Gin I'd stashed in the back of the refrigeration unit. All the while we made casual conversation about a variety of topics ranging from current galactic politics to engine repair.
I poured off the last bit of gin to her after dinner. She gratefully accepted it and drank it down, coughing a little after she swallowed.
"How old is that anyway?" She asked.
"Couple of months. Somebody gave it to me as part of a gambling debt and I just keep it in the fridge, mainly just to help me sleep sometimes." I said, looking over the label on the bottle before throwing it in the trash bin.
"I can see why. Just those three shots have me about knocked out." She shook her head. "You got somewhere I can catch some sleep?"
"You can have the bunk down in my cabin; I'll sleep up in the cockpit."
"I don't want to put you out..."
"It's no trouble. I should probably be up there anyways, just in case something else fails." I stood up and motioned towards the back of the ship. She followed, and I pushed open the cabin door.
"I'll say it again. Nice place." She said dryly, looking around.
I admit, I don't exactly keep my room in the best of shape for company. The bunk was unmade and dirty clothes were tossed on the dresser and the floor. The small counter along the wall was completely covered with odd magazines, a few beer bottles, and computer disks.
Tara glanced back and forth between an old pinup of a very scantily clad vixen on one wall and the completely topless skunk on the other before giving me a wry look.
I blushed a bit. "I don't have many females coming on board..." I stuttered.
"It's ok, I've seen a lot worse, believe me." She walked over to the bunk and pushed an old pair of pants off before sitting down on it. "It'll work. Can you wake me when we're about an hour out?"
"Sure, no problem. Bathroom's across the hall and you can buzz me on the communicator panel on the wall."
She lay down on the bunk. "Hey, thanks again. The universe would be a better place if there were more people like you in it." She turned over once and managed to get comfortable. I raised an eyebrow, thinking about a universe filled with me, and shook my head.
"Sweet dreams." I said, turning down the illumination. I headed back up to the cockpit and grabbed an old tech magazine, propped my feet up on the control board and absentmindedly flipped through the pages. I tried to read but my thoughts kept drifting back to Tara, and how beautiful she was. Obviously, other parts of me were thinking about her too, as a large bulge continued to grow in my pants.
I briefly considered grabbing one of my PlayFox editions, going down to the bathroom, and relieving myself, but the idea of Tara walking in on me while taking care of business changed my mind.
Ignoring my erection, I settled back in my chair, falling prey to the effects of the Antarian Gin just as Tara had, and drifted off to sleep as the Dragon cruised towards Oros Taga.
It must've been a few hours later, because the central computer automatically turned the lighting down after 2 hours of minimal motion and the cockpit was dim. However, I got the distinct impression I wasn't alone when I woke up. There was a muted padding on the deck, and something warm and soft settled into my lap. I reached over to the lighting control board but someone grabbed my wrist. As my eyes focused in the dark, Tara's face came into view. She sat, straddling my legs, and brought her face close to mine.
"I couldn't sleep, and it occurred to me that sometimes saying thank you isn't enough." She said softly, wrapping both arms around my neck.
"This is a dream." I said lazily.
"If you want it to be." She leaned forward and kissed me deeply, her paws massaging my back. I felt her tongue worm it's way into my mouth, she expertly entwined it with mine, continuing to kiss me. I found myself returning it and wrapping my arms around her middle and pulling our bodies close together, her warmth enveloping me. She slowly broke off her kiss. "How do you feel now?" she asked quietly.
"I feel that you're wearing one of my t-shirts." I said slyly.
"Oh, is it a problem? I can take it off." I was going to say something but before I got a word out, the shirt had been tossed back over my chair and I was staring at quite possibly the most perfect pair of breasts I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. She gingerly took hold of my paws and placed them onto her nipples. The fur on her breasts was soft and velvety, ad though I couldn't see it in the low light; I could feel a piercing ring on her left side. I took the initiative and began massaging her breasts, running my fingers slowly over their surfaces and gently teasing her nipples. She smiled and began kneading my shoulders for a minute before she began unbuttoning my shirt. I slid it off as she undid the last button, and we locked together in a tight embrace, her silky fur rubbing against my chest. We continued to kiss for several more minutes, with the occasional lick on the face between us. The entire time we kissed, she continued to straddle my legs, slowly sliding closer towards my crotch. By this point, I had a raging hard on, and her body warmth surrounding me continued to feed it. By the time she'd worked her way as far as she could go, her sex and mine separated by just a few layers of clothing, the urges to go further were becoming overwhelming.
She must have sensed this, either in the way our kissing was becoming more passionate, or by feeling the rock that had taken up residence in my pants. Tara slowly pulled her head down, slowly licking her way down my chest before stopping and nosing at my crotch. She took several deep sniffs, savoring every second of it, before casually unbuckling my belt and easing down my pants and boxers simultaneously. My rock hard member sprang out, almost catching her in the face. If she minded, she didn't show it, and continued to remove my boxers. My rod tingled in the slightly cooler air of the cockpit, but that didn't last long as she took it in a paw, cupping my balls with the other. Her touch sent electric shocks up and down my spine, and I gripped the armrests of my chair tightly as she gently began to stroke my shaft. She stroked a bit faster as I moaned loudly, a small drop of precum dripping out of the tip. She shot me a seductive smile and agonizingly slowly licked the length of the shaft. The hot wetness of her tongue set muscle spasms off in several different places at once and I moaned again, much louder this time. She continued to lick, each long draw of her tongue fast enough to wrack me with pleasure, but slow enough to prolong the feeling of her wet tongue against my shaft.
She stopped, sent me a devious, tooth filled smile, and slowly began to take me into her mouth. I felt myself dragged between her lips and over her teeth, the points scraping the sensitive underbelly of the shaft. I felt my teeth clench as her hot, wet mouth closed around my member, the pleasure surpassing anything I'd ever felt. She suckled slowly, her saliva acting as a natural lubricant and the tongue demonstrated yet again its incredible agility while playing over every inch of my penis. Instinctively, I began to thrust slightly against her, my more primal urges beginning to take over. She began bobbing her head in tandem with my thrusts, still gently suckling me. I could feel orgasm getting closer, and I knew if she kept this up, it would only be a few more seconds until I came.
She seemed to gauge this, and slowly released my throbbing member. She got up off me, and with one swift pull the pants she was wearing were gone, a pair of white panties soon after. I could see her cunt, beautifully shaved, dripping with juices in preparation for what was soon to come. She returned to her position of straddling my legs and repeated her slide up to my erection, only this time leaving a trail of love juices down my legs. She stopped and raised herself slightly, her slit only an inch away from my quivering tip. If I could have willed myself to stretch another inch I would've done so in an instant, but I knew I was already at my full seven inches. The next move would be up to her.
Tara wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me once, and then rammed herself down onto me, my rod slamming fully into her in a heartbeat. I felt her slick sex clamp down on me, the intense heat from within her surrounding me. She stayed still for a moment before slipping off and pounding back down. I reached around and placed my paws on her buttocks, using the new leverage to assist her in rhythmically riding my member. Each time she dumped out more juices, forming a pool in my lap. Each thrust was becoming tighter, and she panted heavily, each of us moaning loudly. Her paws clenched my back tightly and we held each other close, her breasts grinding against my chest. She began to ride me faster, her pumps becoming shorter and more rapid. I could tell she was not far from orgasm, and neither was I. Her sex clamped still tighter, and her heat increased until I was sure she was going to burn from the inside. I felt myself drowning in a sea of pleasure, my vision blurring and my senses flowing together.
I threw back my head and let out a long howl as I felt myself let go. Tara joined with one of her own in as my rod exploded, huge jets of hot white cum filling her to the point that a great deal leaked out down my shaft where both our love juices pooled together. I continued to empty myself, amazed that my balls could hold this much. We continued pumping as both our orgasms ebbed, a few final shots of cum dribbling out of me. She slumped down on me, completely exhausted, her head lying on my chest. Grimacing a bit, I pulled my now limp rod out of her drenched slit, noting how both our groins were caked with fluids. I panted for a moment, every muscle limp, before wrapping my arms around her.
"You're welcome." I said.
"Hm?" She said, fatigue filling her voice.
"You said saying thanks isn't enough. You're welcome."
She smiled. "That was the best sex I've ever had, and you blow out more than most oil rigs. I should be thanking you."
I chuckled. "I'll call it square then." She nestled into my arms, kissed once more, and we were both asleep in a few minutes.
Tara and I parted company at Oros Taga, and I haven't seen her since. I loaned her enough for decent transport to Virgilius, and saw to it she made it to her transport. We kissed once more at the boarding dock, and I gave her the address she could reach me at Zeta Akela if she ever needed anything. I've heard from her a couple times. She's living with her cousin Craig and she's helping him put together a touring service, and for the most part seems o be very happy. I went back to running cargo (although Tash did chew me out for being late), and it's been business as usual since. However, I've thought about her a lot over the past few months, and seeing as I have some free time in a few weeks, I'll see if I can't make a trip out to the rim, mainly to a little place called Virgilius...
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