Stars
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Note: This is not part of my ongoing little series, it's just something I cooked up with some six hours of downtime... enjoy.
Stars
"Hey Grayson, you're up for patrol!" Jared called into the bunkroom. The little chipmunk looked pretty ragged.
"Yeah, yeah... I'm going." Grayson, Allen Grayson for those who want to know, replied casually, stretching in the too small alcove that was his little slice of space on board. "Who is going out with me this time? Please tell me it's Denise and not Mikhail."
"I don't know and I don't care there fuzzy." The chipmunk said as he rolled into his own bunk. The chipmunk had drawn one of the floor-level bunks when they had set out two months ago. He envied the husky's draw of one of the mid level bunks. Those had an extra bit of storage space.
Grayson scratched behind one triangular ear and ambled out into the narrow corridor. This was his life, meager and simple. His jumpsuit had the emblem of his employer, the Marl Corporation. Marl was famous for their deep space mining expeditions, massive ships with the ability to strip entire asteroid fields clean. Largely automated, the main vessel was crewed by thirty furs that oversaw the work, maintained the systems, and were responsible when anything went wrong. It was hard to discipline a machine for screwing up.
But that wasn't the ship Grayson was on and he thanked fate for that. He was on one of the small Guardian ships. The Guardians were small Corvette-sized craft that escorted the primary mining ship and the small modules that did the actual work of capturing an asteroid and extracting ore. Theft and/or attack against mining operations are, by definition, a part of life. Refined ores and alloys are the product of the operation, expensive ores and alloys. Pirates and the like can make a pretty penny off six month's worth of mining.
The Guardian concept was simple, protect the miners. The Marl Corp. had purchased a number of old ships from the Imperial Navy and spent a little cash bringing them up to speed and modifying them for their new purpose. Each small corvette had a complement of fifteen, six pilots and nine crewmembers. They also had what amounted to a small fighter bay added on that held the four craft that made up each Guardian's significance. A Corvette sized ship is not meant for combat, thus the fighters' presence. One small 'Runabout', a worthless piece of shit that shouldn't even be used, two Avenger class light fighters, and one Devastator class heavy fighter.
Grayson was one of the Avenger pilots. Each craft, except the damned flying coffin called the Runabout, was a two crew ship with a pilot and a gunner. The Avengers were equipped with a pair of rapid-firing pulse cannons in the nose and a pair of plasma torpedo tubes built into each wing. The Devastator had four of the torpedo tubes, and three pulse cannons in the nose along with more armor and larger engines. The Avengers were the workhorses, making the regular patrol runs solo, and only calling in the Devastators when serious trouble arose. Thus, the pilot and gunner for that bad-ass got a lot of free time... lucky fuckers.
"HEY GRAY!" A voice called out, amplified by the tiny corridor. The husky turned, only to have a small gray spotted missile knock him down. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Hi Kim, does your Mom know you're on this deck?" Gray said as he rubbed his head where he impacted the floor. Kim was a cheetah cub, a cute one at that. The little scamp seemed to pick him as the single adult to bother, pester, tag along after, and generally annoy. Thankfully, Kim is similar to his niece.
"Nope, she sure doesn't. I saw your name on the flight roster and wanted to watch you and Mom detach." She said, happily sitting on top of the husky.
"Your Mom is going out there with me today?" Grayson asked, getting up and plopping the little snow leopard on her feet.
"Uh-huh! She said she had a surprise for you but wouldn't say what." The little kid said, pouting at the memory of having a secret kept from her. "Do you know what it is?"
"Sorry Kim, I haven't seen your Mom yet. I'll tell you if it's anything good, okay?" He said, ruffling the kid's hair.
"'Kay... Bye!" She said, skipping along.
Grayson continued to the ready room, a fancy name for a tiny room with six chairs and a holo-projector. Inside was his preferred gunner. She was deadly accurate. Denise Myers, a snow leopard, had been on seven long term jaunts as opposed to Grayson's two and had a kid to look after. She was a good soul, caring and kind to those who were decent to her. But those that caused her trouble or threatened her or her child... two didn't walk away and a third will likely never father children.
"Hey Curly, you're late." She said, using her pet name for him. She always got a kick out of his tightly curled tail. She was a snow leopard with wild, pink dyed hair.
Grayson just smiled as he took his seat. The holo-projector flared to life, showing the immediate area along with glowing green blips marking the mining modules, the other guardians, etc. A series of purple dots appeared, patrol waypoints. There was nothing else to the briefing. No known pirate activity. No known hostile zones. No restricted space.
"What a cakewalk." Denise muttered. Gray smiled as she stretched, not even bother to pay attention any more. She had been in hairy situations, one that nearly took her life. Those piercing green eyes were the originals along with most of her right arm, replaced with a bionic.
The briefing ended and another door leading into the next room opened. This was the locker room, again much smaller than most furs would believe, where the pair began to suit up. With limited space onboard any ship, excessive amounts of clothing was a luxury. You had a jump suit and, if female, a sports bra. Nothing else was really needed.
"You're looking better Curly... been working out?" Denise asked, watching the naked husky fold up his jump suit and pull out his pressure suit.
"I have actually, and thanks for noticing. Your coat is looking very nice. Have you been using the sonic showers more often?" Gray said, admiring Denise as she did the same.
The pair chuckled as they stepped into the tight suits, adjusting the 'plumbing' fixtures, etc. They did this every time, a few little compliments, before heading on. Grayson had started this ritual on their first run together, a simple way to break the tension. Moments later, the pair was suited up. Even still, both stole little glances of the other, eyeing each other appreciatively. The pressure suit is not the bulky thing it once was, but a thin, sleek, form-fitting wonder that leaves very little to the imagination.
Once prepped, they stepped through to the next step, basically an emergency airlock, on their way to their ship. Again, this is a space ship, not a holo-video mockup of one. There is no wide open bay with equipment strewn about and furs running about readying a ship. It was a tiny tunnel that ran to an umbilical that covered the entry port of the fighter. Everything insofar as maintenance was concerned, an EVA suited fur would take care of it or leave everything to the m-bots, maintenance servitor drones. The 'bay' itself was only large enough for the four ships.
Grayson and Denise crawled down through the tunnel to the small circular door of the Avenger. Denise flipped open the keypad panel and punched in her code, opening the hatch. Both crawled inside, Grayson closing the hatch behind him. Getting inside was kind of tricky, since artificial gravity didn't really affect the interior of the fighter. Once inside, each pulled themselves into their respective chairs.
"Okay, let's get out of here..." Denise said, strapping herself in and Grayson following suit.
Both then pulled a small plug from the head rest and inserted it into a small shiny metal socket behind their ears. While there were manual controls, a DNL system has long been considered a primary control system. Direct Neural Link systems allow for outright instantaneous control of weapons and navigation systems, pilot-gunner communications, and sensor data.
-Starting internal generator, drawing external feed-
-Initializing weapons, activating targeting protocols-
-Downloading navigation data from Guardian network, accessing star charts-
-Verifying weapon initialization, level one diagnostics begun-
- Pre-launch safety checklist pending...please wait-
-All weapons nominal. Ready to go Curly-
-Pre-launch safety checklist complete, awaiting clearance...clearance achieved-
-Are we going now or what?-
-Yes Spots, we're going-
The bay doors slowly swung open, the star field above them. The clamps holding the fighter in position released, small maneuvering thrusters firing as the sleek interceptor slowly floated into the ether. Black and elegant, the sleek delta wing craft drifted away from its carrier.
"Curly and Spots, good hunting and we'll see you later." The captain of the Guardian radioed in. Denise flicked an acknowledgement in the back of her mind, keeping her focus on the LIDAR data stream, looking for potential targets.
-How long until we reach the line?-
-Twenty seconds-
-I hate the waiting when we're plugged in-
-It's not that bad-
-It is because you're driving!-
-Yeah, I know-
The ship slowly crept towards the safety line, the semi-arbitrary line where primary engine use is not permitted, maneuvering thrusters only. A few accidents from a few hotdog pilots and the next thing you know, pain in the ass regulations.
-Kim said you had a surprise for me-
-Did she now... how did that happen? Going up to 'B' deck is a little out of your way, isn't it?-
-She was down to watch the launch, don't worry about it-
-I'll deal with her later, but yes, I do have a surprise for you. Set the ship to autopilot and join a construct named white-
A moment later, the ship was on auto-pilot and the sensor suite was set on an alarm setting. Grayson blinked. He was no longer in the cockpit of the Avenger but in a stonewalled room, a big one. Tables were set up in a large 'U', a giant hearth blazing away across from the open end. Pennants and coat d' arms hung from the walls along with torches spaced at regular intervals. The husky looked as he always did, at least from his vantage point, save his clothes or lack thereof. All he had on was a loin cloth... a rather small loin cloth.
"That didn't take you long."
Grayson turned to see Denise entering through one of the doorways. She was similarly dressed, a loin cloth and a strange top that hung off one shoulder and barely covered her breasts, the bottom curve of her rack visible. She looked positively gorgeous.
"What is this? I didn't think we had any constructs like this in the database." The husky said as he walked toward Denise, who was also closing with him.
"A little something I picked up a while ago. I never had anyone to play around in here before." She smiled, eyeing him up and down. "It's not the best but it has everything we need."
"This isn't the best one?" Grayson prompted, meeting the sensual leopard and embracing her.
"Yeah, that has a full entourage of spectators that join in, additional areas, all kinds of stuff. This is the baseline module, well... almost the baseline." She muttered, ruffling the husky's hair.
"What's the time ratio?" Grayson asked. Time almost always passed differently in a sim as opposed to reality.
"It's almost the same, with the occasional variation." She purred, squeezing the canine tightly.
"So we have some twelve odd hours in here, huh?" He replied, his hands sliding down from her hips to her ass, palming one toned cheek.
"Sit in the chair." Denise ordered, pointing to a chair in the middle of the 'U'. It looked like a sturdy wooden chair, no arms, and what looked like manacles attacked to the front legs and the back.
"Going to tease me to madness?" Grayson said, padding over to the chair and sitting down, limbs moving to be bound.
"That's the idea, lover." The feline femme purred, buckling him in. "You are in such trouble now."
The leopard stayed down on her knees after fastening his ankles to the chair, running her hands up and down his thighs, claws just slightly extended to as to be felt. Grayson didn't have extraordinarily long fur over his body; it was just really thick. He let his head tilt back, letting out a moan of contentment. Denise smiled...he loved this stuff, not the bondage, the scratching. She slowly worked her way up to his chest, avoiding his loin cloth for the time being. The canine squirmed as she got the sides of his abdomen and his muscled stomach. Denise kept going up to his chest, straddling his lap. She played with his nipples now and then, getting a slight gasp each time she did. His half-lidded eyes were focused squarely on hers, a small smile on his face as he reveled in this attention.
"Damn...you're good at this..." He murmured, a shiver of delight reverberating through his entire body.
"You're just easy." Denise replied, kissing the bound male hotly as she rubbed his nipples. He groaned into the kiss, trying to push towards her despite his bonds. The leopard pulled back, smiling and waving a finger in an 'uh-uh' fashion. With a raised brow, she looked down between them and smiled a little bit wider.
She pressed up against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, entwining her fingers in his thick hair, forcing his muzzle to hers. There he was, that spear of lust, growing with each rapid beat of his heart. Denise herself was already moist at the control she had over him, the power. As he rose to the occasion, she felt her body responding even more powerfully, moisture collecting within her inner recesses. Her nipples were already firming, visible through the meager cloth of her top. She rolled her body at his, a delicious little spike of pleasure radiating out from her crotch.
"Oh Gods... how much did this sensory package cost? This is... whoa...this is amazing..." Grayson muttered as he enjoyed his lap dance.
"Too much, but it's the one feature that I wouldn't let slide. Wouldn't you agree?" She said starting to scratch his head, his single most favorite thing... sex included. I mean, sex is great and all but nothing beats it.
"Yessssssss..." He hissed, pushing his head against her hands.
With a groan of protest, Denise ceased her caresses. She rose up and stood before Grayson, a hurt look on his face. She looked down and saw his now full fledged erection, a dark patch at the hidden tip from a few jets of pre. With a thought, a deep drum beat began. Her body began to sway to the rhythm. The canine's hurt was erased as his attention was set squarely on the beauty moving in front of him.
The beat became more complicated, more drum lines joining the first. She was a sight to behold, a scantily clad femme dancing for her lover. She fell to her knees, her movements the same as if she was riding a favored male, her hands roaming over her body, cupping her breasts through the meager top, stroking her sex under her loincloth, running her hands through her hair as she arched her back. The canine strained against his bonds, wanting desperately to do something... to cover her with his body, to feel her close once more, to touch himself as she did the same, anything but sit there passive to her whims.
Denise loved to dance, reveled in it. There was no way to dance during the insanely long times in deep space, this being the next best option. She especially loved dancing for her lovers. She'd been a dancer once, before having Kim. The money was great, the hours weren't that bad, and for four minutes at a time, she was the center of so many lives. Occasionally she would peek out from her closed eyes at the bound husky, the dark patch a little bigger each time she looked. He would make her pay for this later.
The drums quieted, at the leopards' mental instruction, as she slowly got down on all fours and turned around, her up turned ass towards Grayson. He whined as she reached over her back and rubbed her ass, moving the draping cloth that covered her ass and crotch a little bit and letting it fall back, teasing him. She did that a few more times before turning around again, kneeling in front of him. Denise reached behind her neck and undid the tie that held her top up. It fell away, revealing her smallish but pert breasts. She played with them, making sure he saw every little thing, the way they bounced and shifted when she held, squeezed, and teased them.
Confident that he was as riled as he could be, she began to crawl towards him, slowly and in time with the drums. His eyes were wild, breathing deep and erection raging for attention. Grayson looked like he was ready to break something. Denise stood up in front of him, removing her loin cloth. His eyes were fixed on the newly revealed, but hardly unfamiliar space of the leopards' anatomy. The beauty brought one leg up, planting her foot on his knee, and spreading her sex wide with two delicate fingers. She glistened, her body all too ready for what was to come.
The drums still beating, she slowly reached down and undid his covering and tossed it aside, revealing him in his upright and rock hard glory. She grabbed his thick length and gave him a few slow strokes, from tip to knot, getting a spurt of pre into her palm. With his eyes glued to her, she raised her hand to her muzzle and licked his juices with relish. Straddling him once more, she guided his tip towards her sex, rubbing his head against her opening and clitoris.
"Do you want this?" She asked in a sweet, innocent voice. Grayson's ears pricked up before flattening against his head. "Well, do you?"
"*mumble*" He uttered, Denise canting her head to one side.
"I can't hear you." The leopardess said in a sing song voice.
"I said 'Yes'." The husky growled, teeth bared menacingly.
"'Yes' what?" She played, still gently playing with him.
"I want it." He said, still looking vicious.
"Want what?" She replied, enjoying her position. He was getting royally pissed, but was also terribly horny. Denise knew he was going to get her back for this... and she would enjoy every second.
"I want you on top of me, to ride me." He said.
"Well..." She said, seeming to contemplate his words. "Good enough."
Denise lined his tip with her entrance and slowly lowered her body down. She moaned as his organ surged into hers, pushing her walls apart. Gray just moaned, his cock throbbing within her. Denise took her time as she took him, bit by bit, inside her warm silken canal. She settled down on top of him, his tool buried within. His eyes were screwed shut. The leopardess licked his nose and bore down on the delightful invader, getting a little whimper out of him. He knew what she wanted him to do and was actively resisting... how cute.
She rose up and stayed there, about half of his cock still inside. He would give in, willpower broken by lust and want. His hips would buck, driving that spike of maleness into her sex. Denise gave a little whimper of her own, thus far the best way to break his control. But... he opened his eyes and smiled, shaking his head 'no'.
"If that's the way you want it..." She muttered with a wide smile of her own.
Gray's own grin faltered just a touch as Denise began to slowly turn, his tip still enveloped by her folds. She deftly brought a leg up and over his head, finally coming to a rest with her back towards him. Agonizingly slow, she bent forward, her groin pushing back against the canine until all but his knot. Her whole body began to fall forward, her legs wrapping back around the husky and the chair, her upper body supported by her hands against the floor. She flipped her tail high giving her lover an unobstructed view of their connection. With a deep purr, she began to push back and forth. The motion did not really bring the traditional piston like effect but pushed his rod around within her body, touching a myriad of wonderful places inside her body and giving him a unique and heart-stopping sensation all over his member.
"Oh, Oh Denise..." He moaned as she sped up.
She herself was panting, the feelings of her sex being stirred so perfectly was heating her up faster than she wanted, as if she could complain. So what if she came? He was the one that had to be broken. Besides, she wanted that wide knot inside her. With each rocking motion, she pushed a little harder against him. That thick wad of flesh was a little closer to popping inside her sex each time.
The snow leopardess slowed and brought herself up upon Gray's lap, bracing her arms on his knees. She rolled her hips like a dancer, loving the sensation of that knot within her body. She wasn't tied, not like a canine femme would be, but had no desire to let that wonderful girth out of her body. She leaned back against Gray, freeing up her hands. She immediately began to diddle her clit and pinch one of her nipples. Her climax was coming.
Her movements increased in tempo. She began to literally stroke her little nubbin at the top of her cleft and pull harder on her erect nipple. Little noises of delight began to leak out as she felt the precipice grow nearer and nearer with each passing moment. Gray began to pump his hips to aid her ascent to ecstasy. That unexpected little bit of friction within was the catalyst. Her orgasm was silent as her body shivered with the liquid fire coursing up and down her frame. The canine moaned as her sex clamped down with surprising force on his eager soldier. His motions slowed as she relished the satisfying feelings.
"Oh, you didn't come... poor baby." She murmured as he nuzzled the back of her neck, still enjoying the afterglow. She rolled her hips and rose off of the restrained male, his crotch damp from her excess fluids released by his abrupt withdrawal. "I'll take care of that for you."
She knelt down before him once more, grabbing hold of his hot spear, taking him into her mouth without preamble. Denise massaged his knot and bobbed her head, tonguing the sensitive underside. His breathing quickened, brought so close by her not insignificant orgasm. She began purr, sending the male's head thrashing back and forth. He loved the vibrations in addition to her already wondrous oral talents. His body tensed and the first thick spurts of come flooded her mouth. She purred more intensely, Gray's body trying to double over from the over-stimulation.
The leopard femme gulped down his seed and mentally ordered the restraints to be released. His hands immediately gently urged her up off his cock, guiding her to standing as he rose from the chair. He kissed her hotly, holding her tight against him. Gray could taste his spend clearly in her mouth. He didn't care. Gray loved this wonderful feline.
"We are going to have to spend a lot of time cleaning out our pressure suits when we get back to the ship." He muttered with a smile when the kiss finally ended.
"That was just round one there tiger." Denise said with a chuckle. "We're just passing the first waypoint now."