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I crept slowly over to the side of the large shipping container and lowered myself down into a crouch. I gingerly pressed my right side against the side to ensure my various armor pieces didn't clink against the metal. I pressed my hunting rifle against my stomach and - pressing my round, spotted ears to the back of my head - peaked out around the corner. It was very poorly lit in the old pre-war bunker we were searching. Very few of the original light fixtures still functioned and the raiders that had taken up residence here did a poor job of making up for it with floodlights and haphazardly wired together wall lamps.

The roomed was filled with more of the rectangular shipping crates like the one I hid behind. A couple of them in the middle made it impossible to see the entirety of the room. From here I could make out a faint light source coming from a lit passageway to the right of the center crates and on the other side of the crates was a work table lit by a floodlight. At the table stood a raider clad in rough leather attire, tinkering away at something with their back turned to me. It shouldn't be too difficult to sneak up and take them out.

I felt a light brush against my shoulder and I nearly jumped in surprise. I turned around to my right slowly and saw that my partner Chris had snuck up next to me and prodded me gently with his dark, feline tail. I glared at him with contempt. He knew not to disturb me when we were sneaking around! He was lucky I hadn't jumped and given away our position. We were deep into enemy territory and even though we'd covered our tracks up until this point, a firefight in their home base would be disastrous. Espionage was so much easier, especially with Chris helping. I wasn't sure how he did it but that cat could get anywhere without making a single sound - it was why I hadn't heard him move up behind me.

From the faint light coming from the hallway behind us I saw Chris flinch and his normally perky ears lower at my angry stare. He shifted uncomfortably where he crouched and tried to look back at me but nervously kept avoiding eye contact. It was no wonder he stuck to sneaking around; he wouldn't have the spine to stand up to someone face to face. He certainly couldn't stand up to me. I let a faint, smug grin cross my muzzle at his reaction, feeling somewhat empowered by the dominating effect I seemed to have on him.

There was time for more of that later though - right now we had raiders to kill. I took my hand off of my rifle and pointed to the small, silenced pistol in his hand and then gestured back over my shoulder. He shook his head at my gesturing and pointed to himself, then at his eyes, and then gestured a circular walking path with his free hand. It took me a second but thankfully we'd both become halfway decent at communicating in charade-like motions. He'd sneak around and make sure it was clear before taking out the raider. I nodded and let him go ahead of me, circling around the side of our crate and slowly making his way across. I followed close behind him until we got to the collection of crates in the center of the room. I stayed behind to watch his back as he snuck along the side of the container to spy on the raider and the rest of the room.

From here I could see down the other dimly lit hallway. It was quite long and looked like it transitioned to an underground tunnel partway down, almost like the bunker hadn't been finished or had run into a sewer passage. It was clear of any more raiders as far as I could tell. I looked back down the other way and saw a computer sitting on a desk next to a sealed metal door. This must be the back entrance to that storage room we'd seen earlier in the base. Maybe we could get it open using this terminal as there had been no way to get through the previous door. Chris was already creeping back toward me by the time I'd finished my cursory area sweep. He gave me a curt nod, indicating we were clear to act. I nodded back and moved back slightly to look out around the corner where I could see the raider still mindlessly messing around with something on the table.

Chris moved around to my side away from the crate and in clear line of sight of the raider. He lifted his gun up to look down the sights at his target. He wasn't necessarily the best shot but he looked steady from where I was looking but something made him hesitate. He shifted a little where he stood and eventually lowered his gun before turning to me. I raised an eyebrow at him in confusion. He rolled his shoulders at me and shrugged, looking down the barrel of his gun and squinting as if indicating it was too far a distance to shoot. I rolled my eyes and gave him a hard stare that just yelled "Shoot already!" He nervously put a hand to his chin to show he was thinking before he raised a finger and mouthed "ah!" before pointing to himself and then motioning that he was going to get closer. Then he pointed to the scope affixed to my rifle and back at the raider before turning around and moving slowly closer to the person. He wanted me to keep my sights on him in case he flubbed the shot and I had to salvage it. I adjusted my scope to be more efficient at short range and locked my sights on the raider's head. He better not fuck it up or he's going to get a huge ration of shit when we get out of here. I'd shoot him myself but his gun was a lot quieter, even suppressed. Not as messy either.

I briefly looked out with my other eye at Chris, still creeping forward, making sure to stay out of the light from the floodlight until he was standing a good ten feet or so from the raider with his back turned to him. He raised his gun up with both hands as he aimed at his target. Then there was a barely audible pop of a silenced gunshot as the raider's lifeless body slumped forward over the work table. The sound of small metallic items falling onto the floor and the slight shift of the table as the body fell onto it was the only audible indication of the kill. I didn't worry about it though; those sounds could easily be mistaken for something else and there hadn't been anyone in the near vicinity anyway. Chris obviously wasn't satisfied with how the kill had gone down though. I watched in amusement as all the little sounds made him jump and cringe, as if they were making the loudest clamor imaginable.

I turned around and looked toward the yet-unexplored hallway just to be sure. Nothing. Not even a sound. I stood up and stretched, slightly stiff from crouching around everywhere. Seems we had a brief respite. I walked over to where Chris was still standing, gun near his chest and looking around worriedly as if another raider were about to jump out from the shadows. He started to turn around at hearing my footsteps approaching him from behind but I got to him first and clapped him on his leather-clad shoulder, making him jump again. "Nice shot dear," I said, ruffling the hair between his black feline ears with my hand and bringing him in for a quick side hug, "next time let's see if you can make the shot without having to stand right next to the target." I looked down at his slightly shorter form and laughed as he nervously smiled at my backhanded compliment.

I was joking of course but he didn't need to know that. I knew he could take care of himself in a firefight and there was no way he could have messed up that shot. He just got too anxious sometimes and it didn't help when I started messing with him, making him nervous. He always pulled through though so I kept on harassing him. It was so much fun making him squirm. "T-thanks Kylie."

I gave him another quick pat on the head before stepping away and pulling my rifle up into both hands again. "Alright, let's get going. We've still got a bunker to clear. Check out that terminal and see if you can hack the door. I'm gonna check out this guy."

His ears perked up at my instruction and he smiled, "Alright!" I watched as he walked off toward the computer with his tail swishing back and forth over his behind in excitement. I couldn't help but stare at his dark leather-clad behind as a deviate grin formed on my muzzle. He had a rather girly figure for a guy which gave his behind some nice curvature. It was probably part of being a cat that gave him that extra padding. I'd never done anything like that with him before but it certainly was tempting to take my dominant role in the bedroom to a new level. It's not like he would have any objections. No voiced ones anyway.

I gave an amused huff and shook my head as he lowered himself into the desk chair and started fiddling with the control on the computer. Maybe I'd look into it later. I turned my attention back to the raider and his workstation. With a great show of strength I hefted the body up and off the table and set him onto the ground. I quickly searched his person, steering clear of his grievous head wound and found nothing of any importance. Not even a single bullet, just some ragged clothes and a crowbar. Ugh, must have been one of those lunatics who used melee weapons. What kind of idiot thought they could hold their own in a gunfight without a gun? Raiders were definitely something else.

I got up and turned my attention back to the table where he had been working. On it, there were a couple of yellow chemical coolers that were splashed with red. Gross, he must have bled all over them we he got shot. I gingerly reached down and opened up the coolers, making sure not to touch the blood. Huh, empty. Then something caught my eye off to the side of the table. I looked down and saw a couple of buckets of red paint sitting next to a huge pile of opened coolers, all of them splashed red. So that wasn't blood, he was actually painting the coolers red. Why? What the hell was the point of that? I brought a hand up to my chin and looked on in confusion at the scene before me. Nope - I had no idea.

"Hey Kylie, could you come over here a second?" I turned away from the bewildering scene and walked over to Chris who was looking back over the chair at my approach.

"Yeah?" I asked, reaching down and resting my hand on his shoulder as I looked at the screen he was working on. Now, I didn't know much about old world tech as I'd never been exposed to a lot of it as a child, being born in the wasteland and all, but I was pretty sure having the screen flooded with unintelligible symbols was a sign it wasn't functioning properly. Chris, on the other hand, had grown up in a vault so he was pretty well versed in this kind of thing.

"Well," he said, not seeming to notice my hand on his shoulder, "I'm having a bit of difficulty getting into the system - it's locked up pretty tight. You see, this combination of letters here doesn't coincide with these numbers over here, and . . ." My attention started to drift as he went into detail about the hacking process. He'd offered to teach me a thing or two about these computers and I'd gladly accepted his help before realizing just how complex they really were. As a result, once he started talking about it I would quickly get lost. I didn't mind though, he always seemed to enjoy trying to teach me. ". . . and so I have to make sure not to put in too many attempts, otherwise the system will lock out . . ." Oh man, he was still going. Well, we don't have all day for this.

I shook his shoulder and cut him off mid-sentence, "Alright Chris, I think I get it."

His ears perked up and he looked at me with an incredulous look on his face, "Really?" Apparently he knew I didn't pay attention to him.

"Yeah, that you're a big nerd," he gave a nervous chuckle at my comment before I patted him on the shoulder and said, "So cut to the chase professor - we still have a bunker to clear out."

"Well," he continued, now sounding a bit less sure of himself, "I tried a few different passwords and I can't figure it out. If I try anymore it'll lock us out until an admin overrides it." I mumbled an acknowledgement and encouraged him to continue. "So, we have to find the actual password. It looks like someone changed it recently."

"So, the leader here should have the password for the computer?"

Chris nodded, "Yes, or they have their own terminal to open this door from."

"Alright, but . . ." I thought for a second about what little I knew about the computer system, "if they can override the door and this computer from there . . . can they not also see us trying to override the door from their computer? I think?" I took a cautious look behind us toward the unexplored hallway, expecting some manner of robotized force coming, having been alerted to our presence by messing with the computer. I didn't see anything but an empty hallway.

Chris shook his head and the confident demeanor he exerted before returned, "No, the only way they would be able to track something like that would be if we actually got the door open or if we locked ourselves out here, which we haven't done. And besides, that would take a great deal of technical know-how, something I don't think a raider would have."

I nodded my head slowly. I wasn't entirely convinced but if there was someone I could trust to know something about computers, it was Chris. "Well those raider leaders are usually a significant cut above the common rabble so we shouldn't underestimate them. But enough of that, we have a password to get." I readied my rifle in both hands and butted him lightly with it in the shoulder, growling lightly and flashing him a toothy grin.

"Heh, yeah . . . he said, smiling nervously. He stood up and we crept side by side toward the unexplored passage, all the while thinking I may have come across a bit too blood-crazed with that one. The end of the hallway gave way to an open, dirt wall and ceiling room that was fairly large. As a result it was even less lit than the previous part of the bunker that had been more compact. It was also strangely laid out, where there were chest high brick walls on three different levels with a path going steadily up between them. This path led to a stairway that seemed to lead to a much brighter and well-furnished room. Well-furnished being a relative term obviously, it just looked like it was by the red couch and table I could make out from here.

We quickly stepped into shadows on the opposite sides of the doorway when we heard and then saw two shiny, cylinder-like objects spinning about slowly on tripod legs. Turrets, sitting up on elevated platforms near the far brick walls. They'd tear us to parts if they saw us. They looked like early models from here in that the metal looked worn and the mechanical sound they made as they turned about was certainly not that of a healthy machine. Brand new or about to break didn't matter though - as long as it could still shoot, it was still dangerous. Usually these things couldn't take bullets very well and would break from a well-placed shot but they weren't the only things in the room. There was another raider wandering around behind the turrets and off to the left. It looked like there might be some kind of work shop set up back there as they kept going in and out of sight behind hanging materials. Then there was the raider up in the room with the couch. She was lounging on the red couch looking out over the entirety of the room, occasionally drawing from a cigarette or taking a drink from what looked like a bottle of alcohol.

I surveyed the room and thought about how this was going to happen. Obviously we had the advantage of big brick walls to protect us but they had the height and numbers advantage. That and it would take forever to move up the path behind walls and remain undetected, let alone how impossible it would be if we were trying to move up while being shot at. We could always jump the walls and get up the path faster but we'd be seen by the raiders or the turrets in an instant. Taking out the raiders wouldn't be too bad an idea but the moving raider was a difficult shot in his current position, even for me. I could probably make the shot alright but we needed the extra range on my gun to take out the lounging raider. Chris' pistol wouldn't be able to reach her with certainty and if we didn't take them out simultaneous it would be disastrous.

I moved over and joined Chris against the opposite wall where he also seemed to be analyzing the situation. With my back pressed to the wall I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "We can take out the turrets easy but that'll alert them to our presence and make getting out of here hell-a-difficult."

"Yeah, I have an idea though," Chris mumbled back, pointing at the two turrets, "Those turrets look like they just took the insides of one of those "A" models out and placed them in a different casing. If so, then their motion detectors are not very good. If I can get up to one, I can disable its targeting so it'll shoot at anything. It would look like an accident and maybe move the other raider into a better position." He finished, pointing up to the ledge where the raider walked back and forth.

"Whoa," I said under my breath, lifting my hands up in surprise, "'get up next to one of them?' Are you crazy? What if one of the other one sees you? Or the raider? You'll be torn apart! C'mon, let's think of something else; do you think you could make a shot to the couch from here?"

I was about to turn back to look over our options again but was surprised by his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him in the dim light and saw a look of confidence, "B-but, it will be a lot easier this way," he spoke in a shaky voice, not used to standing up to me like this. "I just sneak up and cut a wire under one of the turrets and let madness ensue." I think he tried to emulate my toothy grin from before but he came off more sheepish than he did deranged.

I took a deep breath and considered just ordering him not to do it but he was right: it would be the most effective way. "You're sure you know what you're doing?" I asked, knowing full well that he did.

He procured a pair of wire cutters from somewhere in his black leather chest piece, "Yes."

"Fine. As soon as you deactivate the turrets, ready yourself for a shot on the raider, I'll take out the leader. You'll know when to take the shot." I said, hefting my rifle to indicate what I meant. He nodded and moved forward to crouch walk around me but I stopped him as he passed me with a hand on his shoulder. "And," I leaned forward and gave him a quick lick across his pink cat-nose, "be careful." His eyes widened and he nodded again. Ears perked slightly and tail moving silently behind him, I watched him disappear down the path towards the turrets, jumping from shadow to shadow.

I adjusted my scope quickly and aimed down at the turrets, ready in case anything were to go wrong. I wouldn't be able to do much very quickly but it could mean the difference between life and death. I alternated my sights from turret to turret and occasionally to the wandering raider as seconds passed by with nothing happening. It seemed like an eternity just staring back and forth among the potential targets. I certainly couldn't see Chris right now so I didn't know how close he was to springing the trap. It was killing me not knowing when to expect what was going to happen.

As I drifted my sights over slowly to the raider I was thrown off by the three-beep tone of one of the turrets having activated. Oh no. I jerked back toward the activated turret and had to stop myself from accidentally firing a shot as I saw that the turret had not found anything on the path. Rather, it had turned to face the other turret and had started firing on it. There was a rapid succession of bullet shots before a loud explosion rang out around the hall as the unsuspecting turret was blown to bits by its counterpart. Over the explosion I heard the raider spout profanity and, looking away from the scope, saw the raider draw his own gun quickly and put some bullets through the malfunctioning turret as it started to aim towards him. There was another loud explosion as the raider's bullet hit something in the malfunctioning turret and it too exploded on the spot.

The racket had gotten the raider leader off of her throne rather quickly and out into the large room proper. I watched as both parties slowly started to calm down, realizing the immediate danger was over. I laughed inwardly as I brought my eye back to the scope and honed in on the female leader. It was the end of the immediate danger alright - the danger they were aware of anyway. I tracked the girl as she walked over slowly to her raider companion. I couldn't hear exactly what they said but I imagine it was something along the lines of "what the fuck happened to the turrets?" They were both standing still as they to one another and I took that opportunity. I took a deep breath to steady my aim and with a pang from the silenced rifle shot the raider leader was taken down. Almost immediately after that I heard a second silenced gunshot that could have easily been mistaken for an echo of my own shot. But when I saw the other raider fall to the ground right after the leader I knew it had been Chris' shot. I stayed crouched for a few seconds afterward, listening for anything to indicate there were still more raiders coming. There was no exclamation about seeing their fellow raiders' fall, no footsteps as they ran toward the room, just silence and the faint sound of burning turret material.

A grin spread across my face as I stood up and slowly walked forward down the path, admiring our handiwork. Eventually I made it to the area underneath the turrets where Chris was standing, peaking over one of the walls toward a corner of the room, gun in hand with ears perked. I was relieved to see him alright so, coming up behind him, I swatted his behind with my hand and stood at his side, hand on butt. Apparently that's what teammates did in baseball to one another when they got a kill, according to that old fanatic back in Diamond City. I smiled as he jumped in fright at my touch. He must not be a baseball fan - hopefully he was a fan of the second meaning to that. "Good job there, Chris. Well executed if I do say so myself."

Christ nodded slightly but didn't break his gaze away from the corner of the room. I looked toward where he was focused, even trying to hear if there was anything but I couldn't sense anything. He's just being paranoid again I bet. I gave a quick squeeze to his behind and stifled a giggle as he squirmed at my touch. "What's up dear?"

"I-I thought I - a-ah, w-why do you keep doing that?" Chris asked, finally breaking away his attention away from the wall to look at me with an embarrassed look on the face.

I gave him a devious grin and moved my hand up to his waist instead. "Because! That's what you do when your teammate does well! And I'd say you did a pretty good job! You're free to return the motion if you like . . ." I prompted, flirtatiously bumping my hips to his own while my shorter hyena tail whipping against his thigh.

He looked down briefly and I could only imagine him turning redder than a tato under his fur, "Uh, o-okay . . . I think I'll pass this time though." He turned back to where he was looking before, ears perking up once again to listen. "I swear I heard something . . ." he mumbled under his breath, almost as if he was just talking to himself.

"Come now Chris, you're just being paranoid. We cleared them out good! If there were any left out there they wouldn't be smart enough to stay quiet. Now let's go get that password." I said, gently pulling him along and, reluctantly, he turned away and followed me, mumbling something I couldn't make out under his breath. He needed to stop being so jumpy.

We both made our way up to the stairs to the room with the nice red couch to find that it was actually a cozy little room for being in an underground, service tunnel like area. You just had to get over the smell I guess. I moved toward the desk and couch while Chris wandered over to the right side of the room where a very poorly constructed wall had been made out of rotting pieces of wood. He hadn't holstered his gun since I'd pulled him away from the wall and now he was back to looking out the gaps in the wall toward that same corner. I rolled my eyes. He was acting just like a real cat - seeing things that weren't there.

I sighed, set my gun down over the left side of the couch, and marveled at the condition of the couch. It almost seemed new. That or they'd recently given it a new coat of paint. Either way it was pretty nice to look at and at least somewhat sanitary to sit on. So I did. All I'd been doing for the past couple of hours was crouch walking and staying still in awkward positions so it was nice to take a breather. Leaning forward on the couch I decided to look through the papers on the table. There were a lot of letters addressed to one "Red Tourette" and some drafts addressed to one "Lily". Hmm, maybe one of those raiders was Red Tourette? Or Lily? Didn't matter much now.

Under those was a list of locations and a pre-war map of the commonwealth that looked like someone had tried to fold it back together but gave up halfway through. There were various locations numbered on the map that corresponded with the locations listed on the paper. 'Paul's Hardware Store', 'Lou Ann's Antiques', and 'Lillian's Lascivious Lingerie Locale' were just a few on the list. They all appeared to be small businesses, nothing like Hardware Town or Super Duper Mart. Huh, that's actually pretty smart going after the smaller, lesser known establishments - less competition that way. I slipped the list in my pocket and made note of their locations on the map, especially that last one. I considered taking the map took but I already had one and there was no way I'd be able to fold it up again.

I shifted it off to the side though and my eyes widened in glee as I saw a fully intact copy of the magazine 'Live and Love' sitting on the table. I picked it up off the table and looked at the cover: "Taking Control of your Relationship". I laughed at the picture of a stylized female in a low-cut red dress holding a stylized male in full suit in her arms, standing at the edge of a seaside cliff, observing the sunset. I think it was supposed to be romantic but it looked funny more than anything else, like the girl was about to throw him off. I skimmed through the pages quickly, briefly looking at each article and all the pictures inside. It must have been one of the later editions of the magazine because unlike the earlier ones where it focused on companionship activities like camping and vacationing hotspots, this one focused on sex and anything even vaguely related to it. I didn't mind though, some of the pictures were quite nice to look at, from buff young wolf men in loin cloths (that did little to hide anything) to curvy cat girls in pasties - they were all rather pleasing. I paused a bit longer on the article titled after the magazine title because I noticed that my interpretation of the cover art wasn't _too_far off. The article was apparently about taking a more dominant role in your relationship and the bedroom specifically, even giving detailed instructions for each gender and combination thereof. How interesting . . .

I carefully folded up the magazine and placed it in my pocket as well before I read too much further as I'd started to become a bit hot and bothered by the material. I'd certainly be looking at that again later. Self-consciously I looked around to see if Chris had seen me reading the magazine. Not that I would have cared but maybe if he was interested . . . I licked my chops as I looked him. He had moved away from the poorly walled side of the room to check the contents of the steamer trunk in the other corner of the room. Hopefully my arousal wasn't too obvious to smell. Then I looked past where Chris was looting the chest and noticed a desk set off in the corner with a computer sitting on top. Jackpot.

I got up off the couch and made my way eagerly to the computer. I didn't even bother pulling out the seat, I just leaned over the computer, tail wagging back in forth in excitement. I flipped the switch on the side, activating the screen which opened up to a list of text files. Thank god; it didn't have a security system. I didn't really want to listen to Chris explain to me how it worked again. I briefly browsed each text file. Nothing really that interesting, mostly just some personal logs about their negotiations with another raider group based out of some brewery. At the bottom of the options though was a command for door control. I clicked on that which presumably would open up the door. I pushed back away from the computer and wandered over to the arch way in front of the couch. My ears perked up as I heard a click echo across the walls and then a grinding sound as metal scraped on metal. Sounds like that did the trick.

I turned around to Chris who had moved around to the end of the couch where I'd laid down my gun. His black ears were standing up straight on his head and his green eyes were wide, moving slowly back and forth across the room as if looking for something. He had one hand on his gun and the bit of black fur visible under his armor was standing up. "Did you hear that?" he asked, lips barely moving and never breaking his vigilance.

I grinned and walked slowly over to him, "Yeah, I got that door open. It was a pretty hard hack too," I lied, my expression surely giving me away. "What's you find in the-" I was cut off as he shushed me. My happy expression faded at that and was quickly replaced with one of irritation. He did _not_just shush me. I grabbed him on the shoulder, "Hey! You do not-"

"No, seriously!" He cut me off again lifting up his hand to motion for silence, shaking my hand off his shoulder.

I gave a huff at his less than amiable actions. Something must really be bothering him. I softened my expression and grabbed the hand at his side with my own, inching myself closer until I was right in his personal space. "Why are you so uptight babe? Can't you just relax and enjoy the 'spoils'?" I saw his nose flare as I got closer and he blinked. Apparently I was giving off a stronger scent than I thought. I ran my other down his chest, resting teasingly at his stomach, moving slowly across it. I looked into his eyes and I saw his attention starting to falter as he fell under my influence. "There you are, just relax . . ."

I looked him straight in the eyes as I continued my subtle ministrations, trying to loosen him up. I could tell he was still trying to keep a lookout but he kept glancing back to me occasionally. Then, just when I thought he might crack, I saw his eyes widen in shock. Before I knew what was going on I was suddenly shoved to the side just as a shot rang out through the cave. I closed my eyes to brace myself as I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I heard a second shot ring out and I opened my eyes to see what the hell was going on! I was immediately greeted by the sight of Chris with his gun drawn and aiming forward. Then, without warning, he leapt onto the couch on top of me. I let out a gasp as the breath was knocked out of me by his sudden tackle. Then, with his chest pressed painfully into my own he brought his hands up over his head and over the arm of the couch. Realizing what he was doing I lowered my ears and looked up into his chin as the sound of three silenced shots rang out right by my head.

I was then greeted with the relieving sound of something large hitting the floor. I immediately shifted myself forward and twisted my neck around awkwardly to look over the arm of the chair. From there I could just barely see the form of a fallen raider through the wooden slats of the wall. I turned back around to look at Chris still laying on top of me, his hands still frozen in the position he'd made the shot. I exhaled suddenly and took a breath, not realizing I'd been holding my breath the entire time. I sank into the couch as my entire body went loose in relief. I looked over to my left shoulder which was still aching. The normally well-kept polymer shoulder pad had a huge indentation near my collarbone. If that had been any closer . . .

I felt some weight being lifted off of me and I looked up to see Chris had moved his arms down so he was holding himself up over me. Taking deep breaths he looked from my shoulder and then back into my eyes. He gave me a nervous smile and murmured, "Heh, I knew we missed one . . ."

I stared at him for a few seconds in amazement, realizing just how close I'd come to dying. "Chris. You . . . you saved me. I . . ." I couldn't think of anything to say so I reached up and pulled him into a tight embrace, nuzzling my face into his neck as I tried to steady my breathing. Even though it wasn't very comfortable what with our armored bodies pressing into one another I still savored the closeness of the embrace, especially when he returned the gesture to the best of his abilities. We stayed like that for a while on the couch until we'd both calmed down significantly. Then, in sudden realization I loosened my grip on him and looked over his body, "Wait, you're not hurt are you?" I asked worriedly, sniffing around him for any scent of blood which, thankfully, there was not.

He gently shook his head as he moved one of his hands over to my shoulder, "No, I'm fine. What about you though? Is your shoulder alright?" he asked, seeing the indentation in the pad, lifting it up slightly and looking at my shoulder.

"Just bruised is all, thanks to you." I answered, taking his hand in my own. I saw him lean down and sniff my shoulder only to have his eyes widen and dilate at the scent, like they had before he'd saved me.

"I-is that you?" he asked as he trailed his nose down my shoulder and over my chest, sniffing lightly over my armor covered chest.

I chuckled and brought one hand to his head, still exploring my chest, and snuck the other between our lower halves, "I may have gotten a bit excited before . . ." I slipped my hand up between us and grabbed the leather codpiece he wore, giving it an experimental squeeze. Mmm, looks like he was getting a bit excited himself, I thought as I felt the distinct bulge of arousal growing in his pants. It made me want to pounce him right now on the couch - the way he squirmed at my touch, the musky scent of adrenaline pouring off of us both. In fact, that seemed more and more like a good idea by the second.

"How about . . ." I started, pushing him by the chest backwards and onto his back. I straightened myself up so I was now straddling his waist and looking down at his prone form. "How about I reward my savior with a little something special?" I reached down and tugged away at the straps holding up the leather piece covering his crotch, eventually pulling it down and out of the way. He had a custom, dark painted vault suit on under his leather pieces and through it I could easily make out his erection, slowly growing in size beneath the suit. I teasingly rubbed my hands up and down the growing bulge, working it to full mast before it was even freed. The look on his face was priceless. He looked surprised and overwhelmed whenever we got down, like he'd never done anything like it before, like he was a virgin when I'd made sure that he was not. It was cute, in a way, like having my own malleable plaything to mess around with.

"Hnn, o- OH-kay . . ." he said, jerking slightly as I unzipped the fly holding his dick in and let it all flop free. I never broke eye contact with him as I blindly reached around with my hand before finally latching onto his manhood. I was just so enamored with the flood of emotions that crossed his face when I started to handle his dick in my hand. The little pleasured gasps when I stroked near the tip, the way he bit his lip as I tugged a bit too hard, and the 'oh' of pleasure as I moved up and down the entirety of his shaft were only a few of his amusing faces. He'd long since gotten fully hard in my hand, my scent apparently having gotten to him along with my hand job. That burst of adrenaline must have jumpstarted my arousal because now even I could smell my own arousal. I could only imagine how strong it was for someone with a cat's nose.

I continued stroking up and down his turgid length, admiring the fact that he was rather large for being a feline. And those little pricks I felt brush against my hand as I moved up and down his pink pecker felt so good inside. It had been rather unpleasant the first time I'd experienced them but if you got in the mood, those things could easily send you over the edge and make it so much more stimulating. So stimulating . . .

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I felt the member in my grasp start to pulse lightly but I pulled away before Chris could finish. I wanted him to be fresh for this after all. He gave me a slightly confused look when I stopped my ministrations but they quickly turned to realization as he saw my hands go down to my own armor, undoing the clasp on the piece covering my groin. He wasn't the only one that was going to have some fun out of this.

When the piece fell away I immediately started pulling away at the rag-tag collection of clothes I had on under my armor, trying to peel away the necessary parts to get to my own dripping arousal. Chris had offered me a spare vault suit he'd saved from his time in the vault but I couldn't bare the idea of having all of my fur covered like that. It was nice having the breeze blow through my fur, especially when we were out by the coast where there was a pleasant sea breeze. Finally I managed to pull down enough pieces to expose myself to the outside air. As soon as I did I saw Chris' nostrils flare again as my scent now wafted, unfiltered into his head, arousing him further.

I reached down and prodded at my folds gently with a few fingers and gasped at how sensitive they had become. Pulling back my hand I looked on in surprise at how wet I had gotten, my fingers practically dripping in my fluids. I hadn't realized how aroused I'd become from before. Then a devious idea sprang into my head. I took my damp fingers and shoved them up under Chris' nose before he had a chance to pull away. Not like he would want to pull away after that, I thought, as I saw him take a deep inhale and watched his eyes dilate further at the sudden rush of pheromones to his already aroused body. That was enough foreplay though - the more I thought about those barbs the more I wanted to feel them inside me and I would get what I wanted.

I moved my hands down to his chest and pushed myself up on the couch so I was now hovering just over him, teasing the tip of his cock with my lips, slowly shifting left and right so the head brushed along my lips. I gasped as he suddenly jerked his hips upwards and the tip just barely missed penetrating me there on the spot. Instead, it rubbed right up my lips and across my clit, sending shivers up my spine. I was tempted to sink myself down onto it immediately but I held out for just a little longer. Instead, I pushed down harder on his chest with my hands and sat myself on his legs, just behind his throbbing erection. "Now, now," I said in a mock, chiding tone, "I'm the one giving the reward. You just lay there and take it. Alright?" I gave him a stern look that did little to hide the fact that I too was very aroused. He only panted at me and nodded quickly at me, looking eager to press forward but too nervous to take action. "Good. Now where was I . . .?"

I lifted my hips up again and placed them right over the tip of his dick again, letting the tip just barely passed my folds. He didn't make any sudden moves this time, I thought with a feeling of satisfaction. I then lowered myself down slowly onto his shaft and let out a sharp gasp at the filling sensation. I went about halfway down the shaft and then I stopped as I thought of a better idea. I then pulled back off his shaft as slowly as I had gone down and moaned as those wonderful barbs raked along the start of my passage. It was almost painful how good it felt to have the soft spikes drag along my overly sensitive passage. By the time I had made it to the end of his shaft I could hardly hold myself up anymore. Giving in to my baser instincts I let my legs give out underneath me and let the entirety of the shaft sink into my depths. "A-Ah! Y-yes-s-s-s-s-s-s . . ." I gasped as I went from empty to stuffed in less than a second. "You feel so-oh! - good babe . . ." I ground my hips into his crotch, trying desperately to find some more of his shaft to put in me.

Chris didn't have the ability to respond at the moment however. His mouth was making the shapes of words but nothing was coming out but gasps and sexy little moans of pleasure as I rode him balls deep. Then I raised my hips up again, moaning as the furthest reaches of my vagina were prodded by his dick's little nubs. It was so intense I only made it halfway up his shaft before falling back down onto his lap. I panted as I sat there and tried to muster up my strength to try and raise myself up again. At this rate I'd blow it way too soon. I looked down and saw Chris had his arms awkwardly sitting at his side, clearly too nervous to use them for anything. Without a word, I reached down and took his hands in mine and brought them to my hips, making sure he had a grip before giving him a wink and rising up again. Thankfully he got the message as now with his strength behind the motion, I was able to lift myself up all the way to the top of his cock before slamming back down. Ah, that was much better.

I kept that up for a little while as I felt both of us coming close to orgasm, Chris' face contorting into one of concentration as he tried his best not to blow himself too early. He remembered what happened last time he finished before I did. He looked like he was really struggling with it this time though which was only confirmed when he panted, "K-Kylie, I'm c-close . . ." I should probably get off and have him finish outside and then finger myself to climax. It was probably a safe day but we were better safe than sorry.

I pulled myself up after a particularly strong thrust and attempted to pull myself off his shaft but was stopped when his hands gripping my waist held me firmly in place. I had only a millisecond to ponder this development before he brought me back down onto his shaft forcefully, further amplified by the fact that he thrust his hips up to meet my body as it came crashing down. "AH! C-Chris! What are you - Ah! Mmm - oh!" I tried to protest but I was overwhelmed by the sensation of his dick sinking in even further than I thought possible. I should have stopped him at that point, held him down and scolded him for acting out like that, but I couldn't think straight as he suddenly took control and gave rapid, deep thrusts into me, sending me over the edge faster than anticipated.

With one loud groan I collapsed on top of him, hands slipping to his sides as orgasm wracked through my body. He held me firmly to his crotch, pressing his dick in as far is it would go and holding me there as my passage contracted and squeezed the entirety of his length. I knew what was going to happen next. I should have stopped it, said something, rolled off, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just laid there and felt as his shaft pulsed inside of me followed by a surge of warmth shooting through my insides as his balls let loose their payload deep inside of me.

We stayed like that for a good while before our climaxes started to taper off. Eventually I pulled my face off his chest and looked stared him down. His eyes were still glazed over in pleasure as he looked back at me but his nervous disposition soon returned upon seeing my serious stare. "Eep!" he let out a little yip as I shoved my hands into his shoulders and pressed him into the couch cushion. I stared him right in the eyes and got real close to his face. He looked from side to side in fear as I bared my teeth and growled: "Never," I started before suddenly softening my expression and pulling him into a kiss. I watched as the look in his eyes changed from anxiety, to surprise and then finally to pleasured relief as I forced my way into his mouth and twined tongues briefly with him. "Do that again." I finished after pulling out of our kiss, now giving him a light-hearted smile.

"S-sorry Kylie, I just-"

I placed a finger over his lips, "Shh. You'll ruin the moment . . ." I shifted onto my side so my back was pressed to the back of the couch and my chest was pressed to his side. As I did so I slipped off of his half-erect member, letting out a final little gasp as the mostly deflated barbs gave one final brush against my hyper-sensitive insides. I reached my left hand down and gently caressed his stomach before moving it to my own. I could still feel the lingering warmth of his seed sitting inside of me. Very little of it had started to make its way back down and out of my passage. I had a flash of anxiety as I realized the possible consequences of such actions. I looked up at Chris laying there with a content expression on his face, basking in the afterglow. "You had better hope . . ." Chris looked down as I started to speak, letting me know he was listening with a quick 'Mm?' "That I don't get pregnant from this . . ."

I saw his eyes widen at the idea and I could only imagine how much he would be blushing if his face weren't covered in fur. "Well, uh, I think you'd look good pregnant . . ." he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh? Is that right?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "Well, I'm glad at least one of us will be happy that I'll be weighed down by a bellyful of kittyenas for nine months. It's not like it's my body or anything." I remarked sarcastically, trying to make myself feel better but only getting more worried about the possibility of what I'd just said actually being a reality.

"Kittyenas?" Chris asked, looking at me with an amused expression on his face.

"Mhm, that's what they'd be: kitten-hyena hybrids." I briefly wondered what a combination of his black tabby cat genes and my spotted hyena genes would look like. I quickly put it out of my mind though, it wouldn't be happening anytime soon, I thought, only partially reassuring myself.

"Oh. Well, I wouldn't worry about it dear, I don't think you were in season anyway." Chris remarked, placing a hand on his chest and the other up above his head.

I lifted myself up slightly off his chest and looked at him, "Is that right?" I asked incredulously, "And who are you who knows when my body is or is not fertile?"

Chris looked down at me briefly with a nervous grin, tapping his fingers gently on his chest as he fidgeted in place, obviously trying to find the right way to put whatever he was thinking. "Well, aside from the smell," he paused and I nodded, egging him on to continue his train of thought. "I've uh, kind of noticed when you're uh, in heat, you tend to be a bit more . . .forceful, than when you aren't. And, uh, you've been pretty chill recently so . . ."

"So what you're saying is," I said, pressing my hand into his chest to lift myself up to look him in the eyes, "that if I'm acting like a bitch, then I'm fertile, is that right?"

"Uhh . . . maybe?" Chris replied nervously, trying to meet my gaze.

"Well alright then," I said, watching as his expression went to a confused one, having expected me to lash out at him with something probably. "That's funny actually, because, I always notice that you're the most virile the more of a bitch you are."

I gave him a devious grin and he just chuckled and scratched his head, "Heh, y-yeah." He was so much fun to mess with.

With a huff I pulled myself up so I was sitting up on the couch and looked over him, giving him a pat on the thigh before jumping over him and onto the floor. "Well, come on and pull up your pants, we've got a storage room to clear out. You can think about this later and how you can make it up to me." I flashed him a wink and fixed my own clothes before venturing back through the room toward the room. I couldn't help but listen to the little nagging voice in the back of my head, telling me I could be expecting soon. It was a frightening thought: the wasteland wasn't a safe place in general, let alone for a little one and our profession even less so. But on the other hand, I felt some kind of soothing maternal instinct at the prospect of having kids. I rubbed my stomach gently as I walked down the hallway, ensuring myself I would be ready for whatever lay ahead.