{"sf1_id":1119,"sf2_id":"Oe5yqAMe","title":"Placating the skipper","author":"Portentous1975","words":4716,"posted_at":"2003-10-23T19:47:00.000Z","tags":["Alien","Domination/Submission","M/F"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1119-placating-the-skipper","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Oe5yqAMe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/9a/32/9a32488b-9316-4f56-a9ea-44858e34c56e","description":"","content":"  \n  \nThe Skipper had sex with me today.  \n  \nI keep looking at the sentence and it still looks completely  \nunbelievable - wholly bizarre and out of place on the page - but it  \niss true. She did. The Skipper did. The Skipper did have sex with me.  \n  \nIt still looks unbelievable. It's only because I'm sore and that the  \nwhole thing seems so weird it \\_has\\_ to be true that I believe it  \nmyself right now.  \n  \nThe Skipper called me over the intercom, it must have been around noon  \nbecause I was busy with the paperwork (Note: I have to remember to  \ntell pvt. Lennart to put in more time in the gym.)  \n  \n\"Lieutenant appointed by unfortunate accident, I make unofficial  \nrequest for your presence on the bridge at close to present time.\"  \n  \nI was surprised of course. Not only had I never heard what the  \nSkipper's translator called \"acting Lieutenant, first class\" before  \nbut I didn't know what on earth she would want me on the bridge  \nfor. If it was unofficial it couldn't be an incoming transmission from  \nHQ and while we're in inter-planetary transit there's not much else it  \ncan be. So I replied, asking her to acknowledge the message and what  \n\"close to present time\" meant.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You have understood impeccably, Lieutenant appointed by unfortunate  \naccident. With 'close to present time' was implied that you have the  \nleeway of a social call but nevertheless are expected to oblige with  \nall due haste as behooves the most senior leader of cargo human  \nsoldiers.\"  \n  \nA social call to a Beta? But a social call as the commanding officer  \nof the company. Had I just been commanded to pay this 'social call' or  \nwere I meant to go when I went off duty?  \n  \nWhen in doubt you placate the Skipper. Hell, you \\_always\\_ placate the  \nSkipper. Not only is it the standing order. Nobody wants a major  \ndiplomatic crisis with an alien species we don't really understand  \njust because some grunt waited a minute too long or was a trifle  \nabrupt when responding to a Beta. Of course, with the Skippers there's  \nmore to it. The Skippers put their skin on the line to save ours.  \n  \nWhen a team fucks up and gets in over their head, it's the Skipper  \nthat puts heaven and earth in motion to get them out. It's the Skipper  \nthat will disregard direct orders from allied command and swoop down  \nto make a pick-up in the middle of a fire-fight. It's the Skipper that  \nwill disregard common sense and do a bombing-run on the Alpha's  \nflak-protected mortars. Skippers live by their loyalty to the soldiers  \nthey carry and they don't hesitate one moment to die for it. We  \ncouldn't call ourselves soldiers if we didn't give some of that  \nloyalty back.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; So I went to the bridge straight away. I only paused for a moment to  \nchange into a clean uniform and run a comb trough my hair. I hauled  \nmyself up through the hatch to the bridge perhaps ten minutes after  \nI'd gotten the Skipper's call.  \n  \nShe swiveled her chair around when she heard me, and like always when  \nI see a Beta face to face, I had to hide a smile. They always remind  \nme of Magpies; the fur on their head, chest, back and limbs bluish  \nblack, and stark white on their stomach and sides, back, arms, legs and  \ntheir head. Sometimes, the metallic translator-necklaces can seem like  \na silver spoon they've stolen somewhere and are fussing over.  \n  \nToday the image was particularly vivid. The skipper was wearing  \nneither a toga nor a utility vest when I entered, and she was holding  \nher finger-hand on one of the control-panels at the side of the chair,  \nmaking the black veil-hair of that arm hang down like a wing. She  \nwasn't even wearing the blue Skipper's mammeluks, and I could see the  \nend of her mane splayed out on the chair between her legs. I was a  \nlittle disappointed (in a bemused way), that it didn't really look  \nmuch like the tail of a bird.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I suppose the fact that she was sitting there naked should have clued  \nme into what was going on, but just don't think about Betas in sexual  \nterms. They're aliens. Good aliens, but not human. And besides, I'd  \nnever paid a social call on a Beta before - maybe they never wore  \nmammeluks off duty.  \n  \nShe did that double blink that means sort of the same as an amused  \nsmile or grin, and whispered into her translator. A second later, it  \nstarted talking. \"I am very much obliged that you could respond to my  \ncall for your service so promptly. I would be closely adhered to if  \nyou sit down in a chair next to my chair and act in a comforted  \nmanner.\"  \n  \nI gave a small nod, said \"Certainly, Skipper.\" and eased myself  \ncarefully into the co-skipper's seat. (Not that there's ever any  \nco-skippers aboard these ships, but the seat's still there). I smiled,  \nand pretended to be comfortable, although the seat is really too  \nnarrow and tight for a human frame.  \n  \nI almost fell out of the chair, when Skipper swiveled it around  \nwithout a warning towards the port view-screen. She'd swiveled herself  \naround too, and looked over at me . She raised her cheek-fur in a  \n\"grin\", as I gave a sheepish smile back, and sat up straight in the  \nseat again.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then she bristled the fur on her cheek in a pattern I didn't  \nrecognize, and told me \"I found a recording of video media of such a  \nnature that I think it might hold amusing interest for this audience  \nof us both two.\"  \n  \nThe only place she could have found a video here, in transit, were of  \ncourse in the men's lockers. In addition to looking like a magpie, our  \nparticular Skipper was as curious (and thieving) as one as well; and  \noften pawed through our personals when we were elsewhere. But, she's  \nthe Skipper and she's a Beta, and the men keep their complaints down.  \n  \nShe turned on the video, and I could only blink. \"Most interesting, do  \nyou agree?\" she asked, watching the video with one eye and me with the  \nother.  \n  \n\"Err, yes.\" I managed to reply. On the large screen in front of us, a  \nlarge-breasted woman was busy sucking a man's cock, and making a lot  \nof noise about it. The Skipper had put on a hard-core pornographic  \nmovie.  \n  \nThe skipper made the sound of an MP5 with a silencer being fired, and  \nthe translator turned it into a staccato, metallic  \n\"Hah. Hah. Hah. Hah. Hah.\" The fur over the bridge of her snout  \nbristled in a gesture I'd never seen before. \"I am carefully precise  \nin ascertaining that this is human-species playful mating-behavior  \nbeing conducted?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"It's ... sex. Yes.\" I managed to stutter, still rather stunned. I was  \nstill not realizing she was seducing me. After all, she was a  \ndifferent species - a video of Betas having at it would probably  \nstrike me as curious and fascinating too, without necessarily being  \nerotic.  \n  \n\"The human-species individual wearing the thick, yellowish veil-hair  \non its head is of the child-bearing phenotype, is that a correct  \nassumption?\"  \n  \n\"Yes.\" I replied, and cleared my throat. I was starting to get over  \nthe shock now. \"Yes, she is a female. One can tell by her breasts. The  \nspheres positioned on the upper front of her torso.\"  \n  \nThe camera-angle changed to a close-up of the most mechanical part of  \nthe sex-act. Skipper bristled her cheek-fur in amusement, and said  \n\"And as well by her not being in possession of a piston-like,  \ninsert-able drill-bit.\" (The translators aren't calibrated for  \nanatomical studies.)  \n  \nI think I blushed then, but I managed to clear my throat and answer  \nthat, yes, that was also a way to tell that she was indeed a female.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"My opposite number.\" Skipper said, and turned both eyes on me. \"Are  \nyou already in possession of the awareness that I myself am of an  \nanalogous non-grammatical gender as that female individual?\"  \n  \nNow I was starting to get an inkling of what was going on - but I  \nchided myself as being foolish and reading things into the  \ntranslator-confusion. \"Yes, to a certain degree.\" I told her, \"I've  \nbeen told that male Betas have yellowish ridges on their ridge-hand,  \nwhile females have ivory-colored ones.\"  \n  \nShe made another sound than the MP5 with silencer one, but the  \ntranslator still made it into the staccato \"Hah. Hah. Hah.\" \"Is that  \nwhich visual sign you use for non-grammatical gender-separation?\" she  \nqueried when she was through laughing, looking quite bemused.  \n  \n\"It's the one I know how to see.\" I admitted. On the screen the movie  \nhad changed to another couple, humping away doggie-style.  \n  \n\"See this carefully, human-soldier.\" she said, the fur on her snout  \nbristling again, and she swiveled her chair towards me. She spread her  \nlegs as wide as the chair allowed her and used her ridge and her  \nfingers to spread the fur away from her ... well, whatever Betas call  \nwhat's analogous to the vagina. \"No insert-able piston-plunger here.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I don't know if I said anything, I was too shocked at this lewd  \nintimacy she was showing me. I did look, though - partly by reflex  \nand partly because she'd requested me to. It didn't look like a vagina  \n- it looked more like some weird, dark-brown rubber-seal. One  \ntriangular lip below, and two smaller triangular lips above, folding  \ntogether in a slight bulge.  \n  \nAs I watched, the triangular lips retracted, or flattened - pulling  \nback from the origo to reveal a salmon-red funnel or grotto  \nunderneath. She made some untranslated sound, and I startled to -  \nlooking up from her privates to her face. The fur across her snout  \nwas bristled up high, and the fur on her cheek was pulsing softly,  \nbristling up and down a millimeter or so. For a long moment we crossed  \neyes, and I just stared, trying to read something out of the  \nglimmering grey eyes of hers.  \n  \nShe made some more sounds, and the translator started. \"The details of  \nsuch a lack, or no such lack, could also additionally serve as a sign  \nof distinction.\"  \n  \nI think I licked my lips, and glanced back down at her sex. She was  \nstill holding the fur away, but the opening had closed - the  \nthree-pronged star snugly shut. \"Yes, I guess it could. But you wear  \nmammeluks on most occasions.\" I stuttered quite a bit saying that.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"In the present I am without opaque, covering items of clothing over  \nmy bareness, and in conclusion this visual sign is available to the  \nhuman-species company I am present in. This state of affairs can not  \nbe said to hold for you, Lieutenant appointed by unfortunate  \naccident. And this I strictly find to my dislike.\"  \n  \nI had to think that through three-four times before I reached an  \nunderstanding of what she had said. \"Are you asking me to take my  \nclothes off?\" I asked, baffled and certain I must have misread the  \nSkipper somehow.  \n  \nThe fur on her nose and cheeks lay itself down tightly to her skin. \"A  \ngreat terminological distance away from polite request,  \nhuman-soldier. I demand with expectation of being obeyed.\"  \n  \nThe translators they use to speak to us troops are calibrated by human  \ndiplomats, so when the translator say \"demands\" you can be pretty sure  \nthat the Beta said something a lot stronger. And, well, you always  \nplacate the Skipper. So I took my clothes off.  \n  \nI don't know if she'd turned off the movie already or not, but I can't  \nremember any scenes from when I stood up of the chair and started  \nundressing. I paused a few times, and looked over at her to see that I  \nreally had understood her right. She was sitting with her arms on the  \narm-rests, her legs still spread apart, but the star of her sex hidden  \nunder her fur now.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She bristled the fur across her snout again, and was watching me with  \nthat spooky disjointed stare the Betas have - each eye looking at  \ndifferent places, moving independently. She didn't tell me to stop.  \n  \nI wasn't embarrassed when I stood there naked, nor excited in any  \nway. I had been embarrassed earlier, but the whole situation now seemed  \nso bizarre that I was in deep alien territory. And there you keep your  \nmouth shut, do as you're told and try to figure it all out later. So  \nwhen she told me to walk over to her chair and stand there, I just  \ndid.  \n  \nShe looked at my face with one eye, and at my genitalia with the  \nother. \"And this unassembled piston serves as visual confirmation that  \nthis soldier-human male is of exclusive non-grammatical gender that is  \nnot child-bearing.\" The metallic voice of the translator droned, and  \nshe brought her finger-hand up to my crotch and used her fingers to  \ncaress my cock and scrotum.  \n  \nTo begin with her touch was very gentle - cool, and tickling with the  \nshort, thick fur on the slender fingers. It wasn't erotic, not to me  \nat least - more like a doctor cupping your balls and telling you to  \ncough. Then she started tugging harder - small testing yanks. I let  \nout an involuntary yelp when she tugged my balls a little too rough.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She blinked twice so quickly in succession I barely registered it;  \ncheek-fur bristling in amusement. \"An Achilles' heel, is that what I  \nhave located through searching?\" she wondered, and made another rough  \ntug at my balls.  \n  \nI stumbled, and in reflex caught myself on her shoulder with my  \nhand. She startled, both eyes turning quickly up to look at my face,  \nher fingers freezing. For a moment she looked at me and I looked at  \nher, my hand resting some of my weight on her soft, black-furred  \nshoulder. She made a soft sound, that sounded like a squirrel  \nchattering, and the translator turned on. \"Hmmmm... So now.\"  \n  \n\"Reflex.\" I excused myself, and started to take my hand away. A sharp  \ntug at my balls made me flinch and reconsider. \"Your finger-appendage  \ncan remain.\" she told me (which really amounted to an order with the  \nway she tugged my pouch), so I let my hand rest back against her  \nshoulder. Her fingers started kneading gently then, rolling my  \ntesticles around in her palm, stroking and warming my scrotum and my  \ncock.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I think it was that moment of startlement when I touched her that  \nyanked me out of alien-land, and now her touch \\_was\\_ erotic and I  \ncould feel myself growing hard; furry fingers stroking, tickling,  \nbrushing and fondling. The fur on her snout bristled fully, and the  \nfur on her cheek started pulsing in a slow, simply rhythm.  \n  \n\"I am a very proficient mechanical engineer.\" she said, and I could  \nfeel my mouth go dry as she teased my cock towards full erection with  \nthat incredibly soft touch. \"Repairing the sleeping piston and  \nbringing it back fully on-line with the systems where it can be put to  \nconstructive use, plunging my personal hollow and tool-box.\"  \n  \nI swallowed, and then I startled as she brought her ridge hand up  \nbetween my legs, pressing her back-edge ridge up between my buttocks,  \nwhile her fingers still teased my full-grown cock. I'm lucky those  \nridges aren't as sharp as they seem - it felt like a ceramic tile  \npressing against my skin, and not a knife's edge. But she pressed it  \nagainst me rather hard, and I almost had to go up on my toes.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You like to be in control, don't you?\" I asked her. It just slipped  \nout of me, like something I would say to a very direct woman back in a  \npub on Earth. The sort of thing you say while you wait for your mind  \nto catch up with the situation, I guess.  \n  \nShe looked up at my face with one eye, and blinked twice in a grin. \"I  \ndo sustain enjoyment from leadership, yes. Yes in the most  \naffirmative. In the present place a bodily caress to my second  \nshoulder.\" she said, and wriggled her ridge-hand slightly from side to  \nside, making the ridge dig even harder in between my buttocks.  \n  \nI placed my other hand on her shoulder as she'd told me to, and when  \nshe wriggled the ridge-hand some more I did have to go up on my toes,  \ninvoluntarily forced to put weight on both her shoulders. My situation  \nseemed to amuse her. She gave my glans a squeeze with two furred  \nfingers, and seemed to be delighted by the drop of pre-cum she managed  \nto tease forth.  \n  \nShe finally eased off with the ridge, stroking the ridge-hand down my  \ninner thigh to my knee, before moving it behind me, pressing the  \npalm-ridge into the small of my back in a tight grip. She grasped  \nlightly around the base of my scrotum with her fingers and made a  \ntrying tug that brought me back down on the soles of my feet.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Using the ridge-hand at my back for support, she started to climb to  \nher feet - still holding my balls in a secure grip. She hadn't told me  \nto take my hands away, so I let them lie on her shoulders as she rose;  \nhaving to take a step back in the process.  \n  \nThen the next I know she was pressing her body up against me; I was  \nstill holding onto her shoulders, on height with the top of my head or  \nso; and my face was pressing against the black fur just below the  \ntranslator-unit at her neck. One of her lanky legs had wrapped itself  \naround me, and was pressing her tighter against me. My cock was  \ntrapped between my stomach and a furry hip. She had fortunately let go  \nof my balls, as her arm wasn't quite that long.  \n  \n\"Is this not truly a cozy pleasant sensation? You human-soldier gives  \noff scents of exotic illegality in the context of personal  \nplay-behavior. These I find much exciting enjoyment from.\"  \n  \nShe felt good. Not human-good, but she was warm and soft and safe. And  \nmy cock was almost painfully erect, and very hot against her hip. I  \nlet one of my hands slide down along her back, brushing the side of  \nher mane on the way down. They have a slight bump, or ridge of some  \nsort, about an inch above their hips, and I let it rest there.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She made a loud, sudden sound that reminded me of the starting engine  \nin Uncle Lliam's John Deere. The translator turned it into \"Suddenly\",  \nwhich I don't think could have been translated right.  \n  \nShe sent the chair away, and gave me a small squeeze with the ridge  \nagainst my back. \"Human-species inherent inventiveness.\" she said, and  \ngave a small double-blink \"grin\". \"Stand without walking in any  \ndirection along the plane of the floor.\" she instructed, and kneeled  \ndown. I let her, holding my hand still so that she brushed herself  \nagainst it on the way down. I think she liked that.  \n  \nShe licked me. Her maw parted just slightly, and that long, slender  \ntongue slowly extended and wrapped itself around my glans; wiping off  \nthe drop of pre-cum. She managed to wrap the tongue more than one full  \nturn around my cock, and brought her fingers up to brush against my  \npubic hairs. She just tickled - touched only the hairs, not my  \nskin. She kept unwrapping and re-wrapping her tongue around my cock,  \nat a new position every time without any pattern to it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The sensations - not to say the whole situation - was so downright  \nstrange that I came very suddenly. One moment I was standing there,  \nwatching her apply her tongue to my cock - I think I was even brushing  \nthe top of her mane with my hand, and in the next moment I was  \nspurting.  \n  \nIf it took me by surprise, it took her doubly so. It hit her in the  \nmouth, and across her snout, and throughout the whole ejaculation and  \na long moment afterwards she sat there frozen, her tongue literally  \nhalf-extended and in the process of wrapping itself around my cock,  \njust behind the head. The fur on her back was completely flat in shock.  \n  \nThen she very slowly pulled her tongue back, and laughed - the fur on  \nher cheeks rippling in amusement. \"You perform stratagem-ambush upon  \nhelpless from lack of fortification-work personal I. Human  \nsoldier-male is very adept at success.\"  \n  \nWhen she had said that (even before the translator was through) she  \nstarted licking at my cock again, much in the same manner as she had  \nbefore, even if it now had gone limp. I was just standing there  \nspeechless, watching her pulling her tongue slowly back from my cock,  \nflip it onto her snout to lap up some of the sperm in her fur, pulling  \nher tongue fully into her maw and then extending it again to wrap  \naround my cock once again.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She must have kept it up for several minutes, because I had managed to  \nstart thinking again, and somehow she'd managed to groom her fur into  \nan almost pristine condition. It was bristling rather high over her  \nsnout.  \n  \nI cleared my throat, and tried to find my voice again. \"Skipper - are  \nmy actions cause for apologies?\" Straight out of the book - the first  \nthing we learnt in Beta-relations was that question. The second thing  \nwe learnt was that if we asked that, the Beta would give us a straight  \nyes/no answer - part of the official inter-species protocol. Skipper  \nignored it..  \n  \n\"Remain in unwalking locked spatial circumstances.\" she instructed me  \nand stood up before me. She ruffled my hair, using her  \nridge-hand. \"Hunt-exciting veil-hair.\" she complimented (I think it  \nwas a compliment) and walked off the bridge into her quarters.  \n  \nShe was gone for maybe a quarter of an hour, during which I was just  \nstanding there, in the draft from the ventilation, fidgeting and  \nshifting my weight from leg to leg. I grew hard again. I don't know if  \nthat was because I was standing in the chill wind, or because I was  \nthinking back on what had just happened. It was weird - my cock was  \nvery hard, and my balls had that needy feeling, but my mind was  \ndetached from it, in a way.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When she finally came back, she flustered the fur on her cheeks when  \nshe saw my hard-on. \"Human-species resilience would seem to have turned  \nefforts towards quite personal grooming-behavior null and void. I  \nwill in close future take second multiple enjoyment use from  \nLieutenant appointed by unfortunate accident's personal enthusiastic  \nconstructed piston.\"  \n  \nWhat could I say? You always placate the Skipper. \"Yes Skipper.\"  \n  \nShe lined up her main ridge with a line from her eyes to the floor at  \nmy feet. \"Endure physical weight on human-species analogous shoulders  \nand at opposite end-point of abstract line on human-male's two feet  \nboth.\" She commanded, and made that impatient gesture with her fingers  \nwhere they seem to weave together.  \n  \nI lay down on the floor - I was thinking that I hadn't realized the  \nfloor on the bridge was plastic before. She walked up to me, and  \ntowered over me - more than seven feet tall, even taller than average  \nfor a Beta. She looked down at me, one eye on my cock, one on my face,  \nand slowly raised the fur across her snout.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She swiveled her left leg over me, so she was standing with a leg on  \neither side of my shoulders, took a step back so she was standing just  \nover my crotch and knelt down. She stopped herself when the fur of her  \ncrotch brushed against the head of my cock.  \n  \nI instinctively thrust up against her at the stimulation; an action  \nthat seemed to take her with amused surprise, and she made that  \nsilenced MP5 laugh. \"Watch carefully visually at inter-species docking  \nrendezvous unrelated to space-ships.\" she told me, and used her  \nfingers to pull the fur away from her sealed opening.  \n  \nShe adjusted herself so that her seal was just above the head of my  \ncock. I groaned when she sank down a little, pressing that soft,  \nthree-pronged cover very lightly against it. It felt cool - not quite  \nas warm as human skin, but warmer than room-temperature, and it was  \nquite dry.  \n  \nThen she opened up, slowly pulling the three seals back - I couldn't  \nsee it this time, but I could certainly feel it; as her muscles were  \nworking skin-on-skin against my glans. Before I realized it, she had  \nsunk down over my cock and taken it completely inside her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The first feeling was one of warmth - as the depth of her was much  \nwarmer than her skin - even warmer than a woman, almost unpleasantly  \nwarm. Then one of cold, as a length of her about halfway down my cock  \nwas quite chill - like running water behind a layer of plastic.  \n  \nShe bristled the fur across her snout at me, and made a ripple across  \nthe fur of her cheeks. And she clenched. She must have been wider than  \nmy cock when she sat down, because I hadn't noticed her  \ntightness. Also, her inside is entirely dry, and so it couldn't have  \nslipped in at all if she hadn't been wider. And now she tightened up  \naround my cock, strange muscles playing across the length of it in  \nripples and waves.  \n  \nIf you can think of a human vagina as the analogue of a suction pump,  \nthe skipper's was like one of those conveyor belts that transports the  \ngoods by shaking and rattling. My cock was simultaneously tugged and  \npulled at in several places by the muscles of her \"cunt\", and separate  \nsections of it would clench on my cock, tug and let go and then clench  \nagain. It was all ruled by some alien, unfathomable rhythm.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She put her ridge-hand to her chest, extended the arm with her  \nfinger-hand straight out from her shoulder, so that the long, black  \nveil-hair hang down like the veil it's named for. It still reminded me  \nof wings. And she worked on my cock with her cunt, sitting very still  \n- only the fur across her snout shivering a little at full bristle.  \n  \nThen she made a sudden throw of her head as her cunt went into  \nturbo-charge on my cock for an instant. She unclenched it, and started  \nto rise up off it.  \n  \nI must have said something, because she stopped half-way off it, made  \na slow double-blink \"grin\" and told me \"Your suggestion has been parsed  \nin context of a request. I comply from a position of controlled  \namusement.\" She sank back down, enveloping me fully again and started  \nclenching on my cock once more.  \n  \nI came very hard - but I don't think I surprised either of us this  \ntime. She clenched hard as I spurted, double-blinking in amusement, a  \nsoft shivering crossed the fur of her snout. Then, when I was through,  \nshe slipped off me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She stood up, and used both of her hands to pull away the fur from her  \nsex again, letting me study that rubber-sealed opening again. There  \nwas a faint smudge of wetness at the origo of it, and one of the  \nprongs were glistening slightly. All the rest of my load must have  \nbeen kept safely behind that seal.  \n  \nShe let me gaze on it for a while, studying my messy and now rather  \nsorry-looking cock in return. Then she let the fur drop back to cover  \nher star and double-winked at me.  \n  \nLater, when I had dressed again, and she'd sat back in her chair, she  \npointed at me with her ridge-hand, and dismissed me from the the  \nbridge: \"Abandon without undue haste the bridge of starship 'Nansen',  \nhuman-soldier-male. Await that I will in intermediate to close future  \nterms make second and multiple more firm demands of your personal  \namusing services.\"  \n  \nYou always placate the skipper. \"Yes Skipper.\" I said, stood to  \nattention and disbarked from the bridge.  \n  \n\n"}