FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The mixed-race technicians collectively held their breath as they watched a returning dropship through thick layers of polycarbonate and laminated glass. Word had reached them that the craft had suffered multiple through-and-through hits from heavy anti-aircraft weapons on ascent from the planet's surface. One never knew what to expect with damage like that. Where any of the cages hit? Did the rounds puncture the pressurized cabin and wipe out the ground pounders ensconced within?

Would it be an easy shift, or the kind that gave one nightmares?

Amber and black fluids, still under pressure, gushed from the listing craft and formed spheres that oscillated randomly as they collided and fused. Incompatible globules of oil bounced off each other in the microgravity. The exhaust from one engine oozed inky black smoke that would push the air scrubbers to their limits. When microgravity was restored, there was going to be one hell of a mess in the hanger.

Gigantic gantries waited to grab onto the stricken ship with superconducting magnets and hydraulic latches, if the pilot could hold steady long enough. Computers normally handled docking procedures, because of the risk to crew and the carrier itself, but with the extensive damage, the rudimentary autopilot wasn't smart enough to counter the asymmetric power outputs. Whether the dropship docked, or caused catastrophic damage to the hanger and itself, was all on the shoulders of the pilots.

Four Sovka TEVs (Tracer Enhance Vehicle) and their drivers hung beneath the ship like skeletal, armored parasites. Should the pilot make a grave error, or something unexpected happen to the engines, the cages and their drivers would be turned to scrap metal pancakes and tenderized meat.

The dropship wobbled to and fro, aft and fore, as the gantries began to descend and unfold like the outstretching of a praying mantis' arms. Fluids stopped leaking from the ship as the gantry operator made contact with the hardpoints. The magnets were so powerful the vehicle jumped into their grasp, gantry arms vibrating from the force as shock absorbers in the arms hissed in annoyance. One technician cringed, feeling the contact through the deck while the others sighed out their collective, unconsciously held breathes, seeing the clamps lock down.

And not a moment too soon.

Microgravity generators ramped up and all the elegantly floating fluids in the hanger fell, splattering anywhere and everywhere. Some had reached the ceiling and left greasy stains; somebody was going to have to float up in microgravity to clean them. Smoke from the engine returned to proper, billowing clouds when the atmosphere tanks belched their contents through massive grates. As the technicians started to leave the window and the door to the bay split open, a whine reached them, rapidly rising several octaves and surpassing a frequency they could hear. Retina searing light flashed from the ruined engine as it exploded out its nozzle, vomiting its guts through tendrils of fire that licked the exhaust cone. The bay door slammed back shut, heedless of any poor soul that might have been in the way. The dropship's fire suppression system kicked in and viscous, ochre foam poured out of the nozzle.

One of the techs sighed as she watched from the observation window. Lina had been hoping for an easy post-mission recovery. Now she had to wait for the hanger's giant overhead evacuation fans to remove the hazardous atmosphere. She watched the cages drop a short distance to the deck, one at a time and quickly get out from under the stricken craft and made for their staging areas.

Lina meandered up to her assigned Sovka. She never seemed to get paired with the same driver she sent off. The novoru assessed the complex machine with an experienced eye. Flaked paint and pock marks from low caliber rounds left a shotgun pattern on the frontal plate. Several large divots of warped steel betrayed the impact of heavy munitions--like a giant had shoved its thumb into a block of clay. Jagged metal shrapnel was embedded in one leg and was the cause of the impact absorption rams hanging limp and bleeding. Lina could see light seeping through several holes.

So, the cabin has been compromised. Hopefully the driver is alright, she hoped.

The fact that the cage had moved after being dumped by the dropship was a good sign. Sometimes the cage didn't move. The drivers had survived long enough to be evac'd but had asphyxiated in vacuum, or bled out in space. Returning the cage saved the Uposkep Menage money, but Lina hated scrubbing the stains of boiled bodily fluids out of cockpits; hated helping haul dead weight out of hatches, sometimes in chunks; despised handling desiccated, frozen meat and putting it into body bags. The ersatz flashes of memories made her skin crawl. There were no specialists for remains, and the medical staff didn't give a shit if the drivers weren't alive, so techs pulled double duty--they cost the Menage more than techs, so it was deemed more fiscally efficient to use the techs.

Lina shook her head, long, limp ears swinging back and forth, and set to work at a control panel moving the support scaffolding into place around the cage. Then she climbed the skeletonized stairs to a platform even with the top of the cage. Sovkas weren't the largest cage, but she was short and it was three times her height. Kneeling, she pounded her gloved fist against the driver's hatch in a customary, staccato cadence. The sound of heavy metal lugs slamming into place was the response. Hydraulic pistons lifted the lightly armored cover.

The upside down, visored visage of the sanagril driver greeted her, his large slanted nostrils flaring as he flashed a razor smirk up at her. Lina had always found the large, shovel shaped tooth at the front of each jaw disconcerting. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he quipped, "sure was a cold ride back, what with the holes. Come to warm me up?"

And she really was a sight.

Her large, doe eyes drew his attention. A sunburst of cyan surrounded by deep purple cradling thick, horizontal pupils, stood out against the pure white fur of her cheeks. Gray horns curled back and around her dangling ears. Smokey fur coated her muzzle and nose, haloing her eyes, save for a slash of white beneath them. If a beauty pageant were ever held on the ship, she would be in the top three of all the novoru on the ship.

Lina had gotten used to the sanagril and their nightmarish faces. A long, tapered snout like a hexagon with rounded corners squished in from the sides and a mouth that went all the way back, even with their necks. His squat pointy ears were the opposite of her long, floppy pair and swiveled to face her, waiting her response. His light purple skin was so unlike her own she absentmindedly wondered what it would feel like if she touched it.

She liked the driver's verve and quickly decided that maybe she could turn this shitty shift around. Drivers tended to have similar personalities and all she had to do was play a character she'd become very adept at personifying. Plus, a sanagril was something she hadn't toyed with yet. Lina's day had just become much more interesting.

"Oh, n-no, I'm just here to make sure you're okay and fix up your cage," Lina said demurely and looked away from him.

"Ain't that a shame," he said lazily, pushing his visor up onto his forehead, revealing his small, cinnabar eyes and black, slit pupils. He tossed the visor and it swung from its wires, settling next to the dome of his environment suit's helmet where it hung. His large nostrils flared as he sighed. "Ah, well. So, who am I working with this time?"

"Lina," she stammered, playing her part perfectly--the shy, bookish technician working in a world she didn't fit into. Her small stature, even for a novoru assisted in the stereotype.

The sanagril unbuckled himself and began the process of climbing out of the cockpit, contorting his tall, lanky frame to turn and pull himself out, up, and onto the catwalk. When he was finally standing next to Lina he looked down at her. Her work smock was a size too big and the top two buttons were undone, drawing the sanagril's eyes to her cleavage. Lina craned her neck to look up at the driver--she only came up to the bottom of his rib cage.

Shit, he's huge, Lina thought.

"Raati, by the way." The sanagril stretched his neck side to side slowly and rolled his shoulders. His burnt orange, lightly armored environment suit moved with him like a second skin.

"Happy to m-meet you, Raati. I'm glad you made it back in better condition than your dropship. And your cage."

"Shit-yeah. Lucky the whole crew made it back. Took a few good hits, but fucked 'em up good. And not a scratch on me to top it off." Raati held out his arms as if he wanted Lina give him a second opinion.

"Successful mission then?"

"Yup. Contract negotiations broke down, so we went down and helped them work out new terms. Nothin' like a close quarters slugfest to get you amped." Raati radiated pent up energy and couldn't hold still when he talked, twisting his upper body, stretching this way and that.

An object caught the overhead lights and glinted, drawing her attention. She surprised Raati by leaning down and gripping his upper thigh with one three-fingered hand. Her head was precariously close to his crotch.

"What're you doing?"

"Something embedded in your suit," Lina muttered and plucked the thing out. She stood and held the small shard of slag metal up to him. "You're l-lucky this didn't penetrate further. You would have died in space since you didn't notice it," Lina trailed off, but perked up, "I'm just glad you're safe, Raati."

"It's nothin'. Can't kill me that easy!" Raati laughed the slag metal, and its implications of a terrible death, off easily. Sanagril mannerisms made Lina believe his bravado wasn't faked.

Lina smiled shyly. Raati seemed to her to be taking the bait. She shoved her hand into a cargo pocket and pulled out a small, black flask. "I know it's against the r-rules, but a toast to your success?" Raati regarded her with a predacious smirk.

"You don't seem like the type of lady to break rules, Lina," Raati said as he took the flask from her and twisted off the cap, "but I can't turn down an offer of booze and a face as cute as yours." He put the threaded neck to his lips and suckled oddly. Lina watched his throat contract once, twice, three times before he handed it back to her, sucked through his teeth and tossed his head.

"Fuck, that's some rough shit, girl."

"To your health, Raati." Lina put the flask to her lips, tilted her head back and took a long pull. "Oh, gosh," she whined and shivered for show. The burn down her throat was something she was used to and had to pretend it was hard to drink.

"Not bad for a little tech," Raati said affectionately. For such a shy girl she had some spunk. He liked that and wondered how 'glad' she was that he was alive.

"T-thanks. So, uhm, why don't we go over the damage to your cage so I can put together the repair work order."

"Can't you just look at the diagnostic readouts to get all that info? That's what everybody else does." Raati asked as he followed her down the scaffolding steps.

"Well, y-yeah, I could, but the diags don't tell me how things got damaged. Knowing the how is just as important as knowing the what. Sometimes that information reveals secondary damages the readouts won't find that could appear during your next op."

"Thorough. I like it!"

Lina stopped in front of the cage and moved unnecessarily close to Raati when he stopped next to her. The excuse to keep him around wasn't bullshit. Having the drivers describe what happened really did improve her repairs and help find parts that were likely to fail during the next operation. Lina also liked to hear a good story from drivers. She had never wanted to be one and would never want to be one, but she liked to hear their exploits. Using the excuse to help her get into their pants was just a secondary benefit.

Raati pointed out the various damages to his cage and proudly told the story of each one. He would put one hand on her shoulder and point, or tug on her arm to get her to follow him. Lina smiled and nodded, touching his side and pointing at her data pad for him to verify what she was writing down matched what he said.

The flecked paint was a shotgun blast from a cage before he put an autocannon slug through the weak spot on its waist at close range, nearly cutting it in half. Destroyed impact absorption rams from an unguided rocket he'd dodged, but had exploded on the wall near him. The holes punched through the cockpit had been from a heavy mounted machinegun firing SLAP rounds before his wingman turned the gunner into a pink mist with a recoilless rocket--if he hadn't been running perpendicular to the gunner at full speed he would have been fragged. Embedded shrapnel peppering the frontal armor from an anti-cage grenade that luckily, exploded early and conveniently shredded the thrower.

Lina loved the war stories. The successful ones anyway. Working on cages was her job, but she also enjoyed it. Putting them back together, sometimes better than when they were new, was a puzzle that kept her mind busy. She really was a bit of a nerd when it came to cages, but her demeanor, when she wasn't playing her act, hid it well.

"Got everything you need?" Raati finally asked, growing bored of talking his heroic actions and combat prowess up.

"Yeah, I t-think so," she replied, tapping on her pad, "just gotta submit the report."

Raati nodded. "Got much longer on your shift?" He asked, making conversation. Of course, Lina really knew what he was really asking.

"Another few hours, unfortunately," she sighed, glancing up at the tall sanagril and quickly looked away when she saw him looking at her.

"Sucks. You've been workin' so hard though, maybe you can cut out early," he suggested as he put his hand on her shoulder.

"I d-dunno..."

"Just tell your boss you got done early."

"I probably shouldn't start working on your cage. K-kinda feel a little buzzed from that drink. Probably wouldn't be safe." Lina ran one hand through her short fringe of hair and wobbled slightly, as if it threw her balance off. Raati chuckled and slid his hand along her thick smock to her side.

"Bit of a lightweight, huh? Don't worry, I'll help you out of here."

Lina smiled shyly. "Yeah? Thanks, Raati. You're nicer than most drivers."

Raati pulled her a little closer possessively, as if she was his already. "Think so? Guess I'm not like most the other drivers. Sure you're alright?" Lina edged closer and leaned against the sanagril's side.

"I'll be fine."

Lina had never been with a sanagril, but her ploy seemed to work on most drivers, of any species. They all seemed to inhabit a certain archetype and were easy prey to her demure, innocent personae. She was really already off shift at this point and nowhere near intoxicated. It was all part of the game she relished playing. So easy to master them. It was something she enjoyed as much as rebuilding their TEVs.

She'd come to know sanagril as being fairly aggressive, fight-first-ask-later types. They seemed to believe they had an aura of invincibility around them. It was why they were some of the best cage drivers in the Uposkep Menage. Even the females were cocky and believed they were superior to other species' women. She tended to avoid both genders, but her curiosity had reached a peak and Raati seemed to be of a more agreeable variety of sanagril.

"Fuckin' starving. Let's get some chow from the mess." Raati stated it like a command and pulled her along with him before taking his hand from her side.

"O-okay."

The ship's mess wasn't very busy. It was a quiet time between shifts, where most had already gone to work, or were already in their quarters, or in one of the recreation spaces. There wasn't much hot food left and what there was had been sitting in warming trays for who knew how long. The Menage didn't care if the leftovers were appetizing, just that it was cheaper to leave them out and they still provided the requisite nutrition.

Floating around in space didn't help and fresh food portions were rationed to the third decimal place. It was better than running out and having to subsist only on what the vats could grow, or the even worse alternative, hard, dry-as-a-bone-in-a-desert ration bars. Lina had been there and she knew Raati had too--at some point everybody on a ship had been. A ship delaying more than a week on its timetable to the next port guaranteed it.

Lina sat opposite Raati at the long table he had already occupied. The magnet in her tray sucked it down onto the metal table, food jiggling from the force. Raati hadn't waited for her before digging into his vat meat. He was already half done.

The novoru wrinkled her nose, Y-shaped nostrils crinkling in disgust. Lina sighed, putting her elbow on the table and resting her cheek in her palm. She had gotten her food from a separate bin, one that specifically catered to novoru taste. More vegetables and less meat. Even as bland as all the food was, she had a hard time choking down the sanagril stuff.

"So, Raati," she started, wrapping her legs around one of his--she was getting bored of acting shy, "why a cage driver?"

He had twitched when she touched him, the food on his spork jumping off and, like an amoeba consuming its prey, was slowly reabsorbed in the mass when it landed.

"Well, dad was a driver and he had cool stories to tell. Sounded exciting and I wanted to do something exciting."

Lina looked up from toying with her pile of mush. "That's it?"

Raati shrugged, his shoulders coming up as far as the protruding ring of bone around his neck that all sanagril had.

"Yeah, basically. Pay isn't bad, which helps. Getting to see different worlds up close is a bonus. Better than being cooped up on a ship and seeing them from a distance." Raati rubbed his free leg against Lina's. "Sorry."

"Don't be. I like being cooped up. It's cozier. Especially being cooped up with company." Lina smirked and started eating, picking up dainty scoops and chewing slowly.

"That so? What kind of company." Raati asked slyly, narrowing his already small eyes to slits.

"Oh, ya know. Tall company, strong company...willing company." Lina smirked and looked up at the sanagril through her lashes as she put a foot on the bench seat between Raati's wide spaced thighs.

Raati looked down and, seeing her foot, put a hand under the table and ran it up her leg. Her lightweight boot pressed lightly into the armored piece protecting his crotch.

"Think I might know a guy."

"Hmm, me too."

Raati continued to rub Lina's svelte leg and resumed eating. Lina found it oddly interesting how he ate. Sanagril didn't have full lips beyond the front of their long snouts. He put the spork in halfway to the back of his mouth, dumped the food onto his tongue, closed his mouth and tilted his head slightly back before swallowing. Lina imagined his tongue did the rest of the work getting it to his throat. She also imagined that a tongue like that must be quite sinuous, strong and capable.

"Ya know, you don't seem so shy anymore."

Lina blinked, realizing she'd been staring at him for a time and blushed--for real. The short white fur covering her cheeks barely hiding it.

"Must be something they put in the food," she said with a shrug.

"Too bad it doesn't make this shit taste any better, huh? Makes me miss being planet side."

Lina giggled, causing her long, floppy ears to jolt and pressed her foot forward lasciviously. "Keeps something that I bet tastes much better alive."

Raati gulped awkwardly and quickly turned his attention to his drink, as if it was suddenly the most interesting thing at the table.

"I think I had you pegged wrong, Raati."

"Eh?"

"You're not as _sanagril_as the other sanagril I've had to deal with."

Raati put his utensil into his now empty tray and stretched his arms high above his head. "Tough talk from a soft little thing like yourself." Raati put a hand back under the table, resting his chin in his other. He tugged against her pant leg, pulling the cuff out of her boot and wormed his fingers up inside. Lina stiffened, then shivered when she felt Raati's leathery fingers slither through her fur, more supple than she was expecting. Novoru were well known for how soft their short fur was and he finally believed the bawdry talk from his squadmates.

"T-that wasn't an insult," Lina said, abashed, and glanced around the mess to see if anybody was watching. Raati was giving her a devilish grin, his wide, sharp teeth on display. She felt suddenly hot as his hand slid around to knead her calf. Oh, fuck.

"Strange, not as soft as the rumors had me believe." Raati sighed, returning her earlier dig at his species, words dripping with sarcasm.

"Asshole," Lina grunted without meaning it.

"Maybe I'm just more cultured than the rest. Spent more time away from my species growing up than with them."

"Doubt it. You're as one dimensional as all the other drivers on this boat."

Raati pushed her pantleg up higher. "Oof. There goes my sense of self-worth. Here, let me try on being the properly one dimensional sanagril cage driver you were expecting." Raati leaned in closer to Lina, snout over his shoulder and growled with utmost confidence, "I know just being around a handsome driver, like me, already has your panties soaked through. But, what I really want to know is, is the wool between your thighs as soft as it is on your legs?"

Lina jerked her leg out of his firm grasp and jumped straight up from her seat--had it not been bolted down the whole bench would have slid across the floor. She ripped her tray from the table, some of her food flying off, and went straight to the nearest receptacle, dumped her remaining dinner, left the tray, and strode up to Raati.

He raised the ridge above one eye questioningly up at her, not sure if her determined visage was good or bad. "Was that too on the nose?"

Lina wrapped her long fingers around the tip of his snout with a strength that surprised him and leaned in close to his pointed ears. "It was perfect. Now get your ass up, put your fucking tray away and follow me, driver."

Raati nodded quickly, the thick mane running down his neck into his suit waving, and did as he was told. Now he really wasn't sure what kind of woman she was as he followed her through the maze of hallways. What he did know, however, was that she was making a beeline for crew quarters. Despite her stature, she was quick and he had to elongate his stride to keep up. Lina wasn't the meek thing that had greeted him at his cage anymore.

Lina moved with purpose because Raati had been half right with what he'd said. Her panties weren't fit for another day of wear, but he was wrong about the fur between her thighs. It was even softer.

One pant cuff whipped around her boot annoyingly every other step, but she didn't give a shit enough to stop and fix it.

Lina stopped suddenly in front of a door and held the back of her wrist up to a pad on the door. The pad read the RFID chip just beneath her skin and unlocked. She swung the door open and disappeared inside.

Raati started to say something as he pivoted and stepped forward into the room but was cut off by a boot flying up at him. He barely managed to catch it before it hit him in the chest. A second smacked the wall with a heavy thud next to him. Lina was chuckling at him as he turned around to close the door, dropping the boot he'd caught onto the floor next to where the other had landed.

The sanagril turned into Lina's work smock flopping over the top his head. Raati lifted the article off and found the novoru pressing her hands up against his chest. Lina was down to a military-green tank top, but still retained the pants she'd been wearing before.

"I'm starting to feel a little overdressed," Raati said with a laugh.

"That so? Allow me to assist," Lina said, grasping the zipper at Raati's throat.

"I can handle it."

"In that case, I insist!" Lina smacked away the hand that had come up and steadily pulled the zipper down, unfastening any buckles or buttons that impeded her.

"Almost like you've done this before," Raati chuckled in amusement. It didn't bother him that her skill in the removal of cage driver suits probably came from other encounters exactly like this.

"With more dead drivers than living," Lina said absentmindedly, stopping the zipper just below the waistband of his underwear.

Raati's mouth snapped shut and his smile disappeared. Lina heard his teeth click together and looked up, realizing she'd just said that to a cage driver. She'd been so focused on what she was doing and it was the first thing that had popped into her head that wasn't a slutty response.

"Shit. I'm sorry, Raati. Just kinda popped into my head."

When he didn't look at her, she pushed his suit off his shoulders and interlaced her six fingers behind his neck. She pulled his head down and he finally looked into her gentle gaze. His nose so close she could feel his quick, tremulous breaths. He tried not to wonder if she'd ever had to undress any of his dead friends.

"Yeah, I've done this before with living drivers too," Lina smiled shyly, "but I've never done this with a sanagril. Does that bother you?"

"The driver part, or the sanagril part?" Raati asked, his fists unclenching.

"Either one."

"No, neither one bothers me. If we're being honest with each other now--I've never done this with a technician, or a novoru." Raati lifted his hands and cupped Lina's cheeks, marveling at just how soft her fur was.

"Then we're both even. One first each," Lina said with a smirk.

Raati rubbed his thumbs along the jawbones of her short muzzle. "That's good--"

"Shut the fuck up and kiss me, you big idiot," Lina cut him off and waited impatiently.

Raati responded more enthusiastically than she'd expected, roughly pressing his lips to hers; grip tightening on her cheeks as their noses crushed together. Lina gripped his shoulders tight to keep from being pushed over.

Lina pressed her palms against the sanagril's muscular chest when he finally relented, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Raati took the invitation and slid his hands down her sides until he found the waist of her pants. Without much effort his fingers slipped beneath the elastic and cupped her velvety ass.

Lina sighed softly, broke the kiss and pressed an ear against Raati's hard chest. She started massaging his back, feeling the taut cords of muscle beneath his smooth, hairless skin.

"I'm not used to hands with an extra finger," Lina giggled when Raati squeezed her butt, hard. She felt his claws sneaking under her panties and dragged her stubby claws down his back in response. His shudder made her grin and she pressed harder against his body, feeling his growing erection squeezed between his thigh and her stomach, even through his suit.

"Just wait until you feel them all inside you," Raati growled huskily as he nibbled the top of one of her ears. Lina groaned and jammed her fingers into his suit at his hips.

"Off. Now!" Lina commanded and took a step back.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Raati responded sarcastically, just below a shout and snapped to a mocking attention.

"Dumbass," Lina said, rolling her eyes.

The sanagril bent over and removed his boots, setting them neatly next to the door. He noticed she was visibly annoyed with his lack of haste. Next, he wiggled his hips to get the formfitting body suit down and pulled each leg out with some effort. Raati could feel the novoru's eyes on him as he haphazardly folded the suit and set it next to his boots. He stood to his full height and faced her.

"I should probably take a shower. I've been in that suit a long time," Raati said sheepishly and ran his fingers through his mane of hair. Tufts of hair stood out in all directions.

"Smelled just fine to me." Lina turned, took three steps to her bed and sat.

Her room was a small single occupancy cabin. She'd been on the ship long enough and was a skilled enough technician that she had her own space--though it did cost her, her pay was docked a few percent for the privilege of a private space. It was a big upgrade over the four, or even two, person occupancy rooms. Well worth the cost of entry in her opinion. It was hard to get your roommates to fuck off so you could have some privacy.

Raati stepped up and looked down his long snout at her. Lina took the chance to really look the sanagril, his height even more imposing now. His skin was a light purple all over with wavy stripes of a darker shade running horizontally across his back and wrapping around his ribs, spaced widest down his torso and gradually coming closer together down his legs, ending at his hooves, and up to his neck. The stripes beneath his underwear were still a mystery, but the bulge running across his thigh up to his hip was not.

Lina reached out and pressed her palms against his furless skin. Raati put his hands on her head, running his fingers through her soft wool and rubbing her ears before deftly exploring the muscles around her shoulders. Despite how good his hands felt and how gently he caressed her, she couldn't not notice where his skin was faintly white. Small and large circles and small lines of puffy white flesh peppered his abdomen and sides. Jagged white lightning bolts slashed down his thigh. Lina gently touched each one as if they might still hurt.

She hadn't seen so many scars on a driver before. The weapons cages carried weren't designed to destroy the cage yet spare the driver. Few survived direct hits from the heavier armaments. The fact Raati had managed to survive, to live long enough for so many wounds to turn to scars, made him one lucky driver. Or, maybe he was unlucky to have been hit so many times.

Lina made a noise of surprise when Raati pushed her down onto her back, leaning over her.

"Hey, you still with me?" Raati asked, pressing Lina's shoulders down into the bed.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry. Zoned out for a second."

"Poking at my scars."

"Yeah. How, uhm, how did you get them?" Lina almost didn't ask, didn't really want to ask, but a part of her was morbidly curious. When they pulled wounded drivers out, she never got to ask them what their story was, how or what damaged their cage. It was harder to fix things when you didn't know what caused the problem. That's why she liked them. People were infinitely more difficult to fix. Raati shook his head slowly.

"It's not a sexy story. Save it for pillow talk, yeah?" Raati asked and lowered his hands to slide them up under the novoru's thin tank top. He felt a shiver run through her and could see her pert nipples through the thin cotton before he felt them against his palms.

"Okay," Lina moaned softly. The sanagril was right. Asking him his life story also wasn't why she'd invited him to her room in the first place. She was glad she hadn't killed the mood.

Raati tugged Lina's shirt up to reveal a vast expanse of creamy white fluff, punctuated by four small peaks of reddish-pink skin. At his boyish insistence she sat up enough for him to pull the item off. He haphazardly tossed it aside and dove in, pressing his lips roughly into hers. His earlier care for properly folded order abandoned at the first sight of tits.

Lina, spurred by Raati's quick return to their earlier passion, carefully hooked her toes into the waistband of his underwear, to avoid clawing him, and started tugging them down. She wasn't able to get them far before they got caught on his erection. The soft soles of her feet felt him out and worked together to free the obstruction and finish the task of getting the sanagril naked.

"Nice trick," Raati chuckled into her lips, "was worried for a second when I felt the claws though."

"I only fix things, remember? Breaking them is your job." Lina rubbed his length, now free, between two of her large toes. When she finally reached his tip, pre leaking onto her dexterous digits, she was pretty sure she'd be the one needing fixing soon.

"I'll do my best not to break you," Raati growled, hands dwarfing the novoru's breasts as he groped them, squeezing her dusky nipples between his fingers. Lina gasped loudly and gripped his biceps.

"I'm off shift tomorrow."

"Is that permission to break things?"

"Dumb question with an obvious answer. Now, I can think of much, much better ways for you to use your mouth right now."

"My apologies, Ma'am," Raati said, then narrowed his eyes, pinching Lina's nipples harder. He gave her a moment to enjoy his attention before shifting his hands lower, gripping her sides and rubbing his thumbs against her second, smaller pair of erect nipples.

"Four nipples and two tits?"

"Blame evolution," Lina blushed, embarrassed that he might be off put by them.

"Thank evolution, you mean."

Raati dropped to his elbows and ran his broad tongue across her breast. He set about doing what she'd said and made better use of his mouth. Nibbling and licking her nipples, rubbing his nose against her bosom, inhaling her faint scent. Mostly he smelled recycled atmosphere, oil, and whatever she washed her clothes with, but there was something uniquely her lurking beneath. That something tingled his olfactory nerves and grew subtly as his nose left her breasts, slid down past her navel and stopped at another annoying piece of clothing.

"What're you grumbling about--"

Lina made a small sound of surprise in the back of her throat when Raati roughly pulled her tight leggings up, lifting her butt off the bed. When he had them at her knees he settled down on the floor with her white thighs on his shoulders and his head tucked between them. Her orange panties were of minimal design and contrasted her fur strikingly, but Raati liked them. He also really liked the sizeable damp spot on them.

"That's fuckin' hot."

"W-what is," Lina asked, abashed. Her head was propped up by a pillow now and she met his eyes in the valley between her breasts.

"How wet you are," Raati leered lecherously and pressed a long thumb between her cotton covered labia, rubbing up and down. Her dark, plump folds exposed themselves before long as the thin material sunk between them.

"Guess that means I like you," Lina said between quick breaths. "Remember what I said about talking?"

"Did you say something about it?"

Lina stared the sanagril down. Despite his beastly countenance, she really liked seeing his face framed by her svelte thighs. She decided she'd like his face even more smashed against her sodden pussy and used her calves on his back to pull him in. Raati required no more reprimanding to do as he was told.

The sanagril grunted and easily pulled her flimsy panties aside and dove in with aplomb. He licked and nibbled on her thick flesh, pressed two thick fingers easily into her slick entrance, and eventually dragged her butt over the edge of the bed. Lina only half noticed, in a daze of pleasure.

Lina felt his fingers slip out of her and opened her eyes. Her body stiffened in surprise when she saw the roof of his mouth, wavy ridges of flesh and oddly shaped teeth on predatory display. She was about to try and roll out of his grasp when she felt something thick and alien worm its way into her.

Raati had opened his mouth as wide as he could, his head appearing to split apart into two halves. His lower jaw pressed against her firm ass and the roof of his mouth clamped down on her mons. With his maw gaped, he pressed his tongue as far as he could in the novoru's tensed cunt. Her loud, guttural moans told him all he needed to know as he worked the strong muscle back and forth. His cock throbbed at the feeling of her writhing between his powerful jaws.

The mix of Raati's saliva and Lina's fluids trickled down her ass and soaked into her fur. He couldn't help drooling all over her. In her state of heightened sensitivity, she noticed it but it barely registered it as mattering--less so when the muscle buried in her quivering folds bunched up and pressed against the one spot she loved being tended the most.

Lina grasped the sanagril's wrists, his hands on her hips holding her possessively. The low, rolling growl emanating from the back of his throat transferring provocatively through his tongue. She felt her peak closing inexorably in; her entire body began to tense and she pressed her cheek into the pillow.

With one more bunching of Raati's tongue she let out a long, shuddering moan, her back arching up from the mattress and her thighs locking tight around his head. The orgasm was intense, a rushing wave of pleasure starting in her head and rushing down her spine, concentrating in a singular point between her legs as she felt his long tongue suddenly pull free. A strange sensation followed the emptiness left behind. She vaguely heard Raati make a strange noise and pull his head back between her clenching thighs.

Lina rolled her head as the haze that filled it faded and opened her eyes to see Raati sitting up between her legs, her panties stretched against the back of his head, regarding her with a lopsided grin.

"What?"

"I already knew I was pretty good in the pussy eating department, but damn. Got you to cum so hard you squirted a little right into the back of my throat!"

"Fuck," Lina groaned, embarrassed, and covered her face with her hands and tried to close her legs, but the sanagril was in the way of that.

"Come on. That was fucking hot," Raati growled and slid his hands up the novoru's svelte torso to her vestigial nipples and rubbed them. Lina twitched as he tweaked them playfully.

"I guess," Lina muttered.

Raati made short work of tugging her orange panties up and off her vertical legs. The way her thighs pressed together gave him an extremely enjoyable view of her soaked crotch.

Lina sat up and tugged at Raati's arms. He stood up and she pulled him down to sit on the edge of the bed. She wrapped one of her long arms around his waist and sensually slid around his legs to kneel between his thighs, his long, trim erection at attention before her.

Raati slouched and grabbed on to one of her horns. She tilted her head and looked up at him, her large eyes heavily lidded, as she gripped the base of his cock with one hand and his balls with the other, rolling them in her palm.

"Nice," Raati said approvingly.

"Hmm?"

"The view. Could get used to seeing your pretty face next to my dick." He pulled her head closer until her nose pressed against his wet, pre-slicked tip.

Lina rolled her eyes and squeezed his balls. Raati's spine stiffened and he winced. The novoru smiled, pleased with his response, and moved his stiff length into optimum position, and lowered her head, sliding her tongue down the underside of him until he was prodding the back of her throat.

Raati groaned huskily and struggled to resist the urge to buck his hips against her lips for she still had a firm grip on his vulnerable testicles. He bunched her bed sheets into his fists and managed to hold himself back. Resisting got easier as she started to bob her head, one hand gripping the base of his length and pumping him in tandem. Every few strokes of her hand he couldn't resist a single buck into her cute, humid mouth, wetting her tongue with another dribble of pre.

"I'm surprised how leaky you are," Lina said before giving the side of his cock a provocative kiss.

"It's a curse." Raati shrugged.

"So, you do know how I feel."

"But, it's sexy with you." Raati smirked. He held up her damp panties that he'd left at his side, wiggling them over her head. "See?"

Lina's brow furrowed in annoyance and she narrowed her eyes. "I was going to say I thought it was sexy on you, but you keep being childish and I'll throw your ass out into the hallway, boner in hand."

"Hah, yeah?" Raati's grin faded under her smoldering glare and she reminded him that she still had the upper hand below the belt. "Uh, y-yes, Ma'am."

"Good boy," Lina said and took his somewhat softer length back into her mouth without further hesitation. His length quickly returned to its prior, full glory under her attention. She worked him slowly at first, in and out between her soft, wet lips, sometimes shallow and other times down until her nose pressed against his firm abs.

Raati sucked breath in between his clenched teeth. He balled his fists in the sheets and he flexed his pelvic muscles, his cock swelling slightly as he tried to hold back his impending orgasm. It was something he couldn't help with how good her tongue and velvet lips felt tugging lewdly at his flesh. The pressure built in his loins, balls pulling up as he ground his teeth together so hard his jaw ached. He wasn't able to vocalize a warning to her, only a rumble emanating from deep within his chest as her nose pressed against him again. Suddenly, all the pressure and tension in his body evaporated and spilled out with the first, powerful twitch of his cock.

Lina realized it was coming a moment before, feeling the tightness in his thighs where her hands held him melt away. The first spurt of cum hit her in the back of the throat in a spot that almost set her to coughing, but she mastered the reflex and pulled back until his tip was nestled against the tip of her tongue, his seed painting it in thick layers. She waited patiently, squeezing and pulling his length until he was spent and panting over her before swallowing his hefty load. She lifted her gaze as she came off of him. His eyes were still closed, but a small, wholly satisfied smile tugged the corners of his long lips.

"A little quick on the trigger there, stud," Lina teased and licked her lips clean. Though, she was a little disappointed their fun together was already over.

"What do you mean? That was just the first," Raati replied quizzically, looking down at her.

"The first?" Lina asked incredulously.

"Right, you've never been with a sanagril. Never, like, watched sanagril porn on the ship's 'net?"

"Maybe a little." Lina couldn't admit it without blushing.

"A little, huh? Okay, well, still kinda surprised you haven't heard about male sanagril. Thought everybody had. I mean, we're kinda known for it."

Lina gave him a skeptical look.

Raati scratched the back of his head absentmindedly. "We blow our load quick, but we have stamina, right? Like, I can go more than once back-to-back. Little guy is already ready for another round, ya know? Shit, come on, don't make me get all technical like a biology textbook here."

"So, you cum fast, like a horny teenager seeing his first pair of tits, but you can do that multiple times without a refractory period?" Lina stood up, breasts level with Raati's head, and cocked an eyebrow.

"Uh, yeah, basically."

"Good," Lina said with authority and pushed Raati back. He caught himself in a reclined position and the novoru kneeled over his lap, gripping his shoulder with one hand and his length between her legs with the other. "Because I'm still wet, horny as fuck, and won't be satisfied until you've properly fucked me."

"Yes, Ma'am," Raati stuttered as Lina lowered herself and worked his tip back and forth between her slick, puffy labia.

Lina wasted no time and lowered herself in one steady downward slide until she was sitting in Raati's lap, breasts squished against his chest and moaning softly into his neck. She wiggled her hips as she adjusted to the warm, stiff spire buried deep within her. He wasn't particularly thick, but there was little headroom for him to go deeper.

"Fuck," Raati groaned and gripped Lina's supple, perfect ass.

"Hmm?"

"You're just as soft inside as out."

"You like it, huh?" Lina teased and dragged her stubby claws down the sanagril's muscled back.

"Fuck yeah--but I thought you said you wanted me to fuck you proper?"

Lina leaned back to look him in the eyes. "What are you waiting for then?"

Raati grinned broadly, his massive mouth opening in predatory excitement. He lifted her by her hips and twisted his upper body, dropping her onto the bed on her back. Without missing a beat, he rolled her over onto her stomach, kneeled over her legs and lowered his hips. Reaching down, he easily slid one finger into her dripping cunt until it was soaked, pulled it out and rubbed the digit against the untouched dimple of flesh above. Lina gasped when he pressed his finger against her, his insistence beating out the resistance she reflexively offered and slipped in. She squeezed down on the intruding digit. Slowly, he worked his finger in and out a few times.

"A bit naughty, Raati," Lina groaned and wiggled her hips, relaxing against the unexpected penetration.

The sanagril eventually pulled his finger free and shifted, lowered his hips and positioned his slick length. He squeezed and tugged his cock, a thick bead of pre dripping down, and guided the tip to her anus.

"Raati!" Lina gasped when she felt the tip of his cock press into her ass, realizing what his intention had been and that he wasn't just being a devious pervert. She twisted her body to look back at him and he slipped free.

"What?" He asked dumbly, shifting his gaze from staring hungrily at her ass, cock twitching with annoyance at having been denied.

"What do you mean 'what,'" Lina shouted, glaring at him. "What makes you think you can just put it in my ass?" She wasn't sure why he looked so surprised by the rebuke.

"You said you wanted me to fuck you proper. That's what I'm trying to do."

"By going straight for my ass? The fuck is up with that?"

"That's just kinda what sanagril do," Raati started with a shrug, "It's what females expect." Lina shot him an incredulous look and Raati sighed, sitting back on his haunches. "Not going to get into an evolutionary discussion about it, but we're super fertile, or something. Somehow it came into being a standard practice as a way to avoid overpopulation and still fuck, since we're good at that. So, yeah, fucking the way you're used to is way more intimate for us."

"You guys are fucking weird, but that does explain why most of what I found on the 'net was all anal. What about condoms? Never invent those?"

"Yeah, we have those, but this shit all started way before those."

"Hmm." Lina closed her eyes and rubbed one of her ears between two fingers in thought. She opened her eyes and shifted, rising up onto her hands and knees and scooting back to press his waning erection into the valley between her buttocks. "You're forgiven for not asking first."

"So, uh, you're okay with it?"

"Is my ass pressed up against your cock? Then yes, I am. Quit sulking and fuck me like some dirty sanagril slut."

"You're sure?"

"Remember the hallway," Lina asked sweetly.

Raati got the point and perked up, along with his dick. He gripped her tight, using his thumb to spread her and wasted no time in pressing his tip against her waiting entrance. He growled low in pleasure as he slipped in, working his hips back and forth in slow, shallow thrusts--the copious pre his body knew was necessary spurting forth and easing the friction. It didn't take long before his hips squeezed against Lina's plush rear. He bent over and put his weight against her back, one hand supporting himself against the bed, while the other slipped between her thighs, eliciting a shuddering exhale from her when two of his fingers hooked up inside of her wet, quivering cunt and his palm ground roughly against her clit.

Lina moaned loudly and without any concern that passerby in the hallway could faintly hear her through the metal door. She pressed her hips back into each of Raati's ponderous, heavy thrusts, each slap of his hips against her ass driving her on. The two thick fingers buried between her dripping labia rational thought obfuscating, blissful bonus. Eventually, she gave up holding herself up and sank down, throat pressing into the mattress with each of the sanagril's impaling thrusts.

"Raati, f-fuck, ah, don't stop, please," Lina managed, somewhat muffled by the sheet that had bunched up in front of her mouth.

"Wasn't planning on it." Raati grunted out each word every time he buried himself in her ass. He switched hands and focused on Lina's sensitive clit, vigorously moving his fingertips in no particular pattern. This method he realized to be the most effective after an impressive string of expletives exploded out of the novoru's cute, but very dirty, mouth.

"Harder Raati, come on, cum in me, fill me up," Lina slurred in ecstasy. She'd given up trying to match his thrusts and lay still under his double assault, every muscle tensing as an indescribable, intense feeling permeated through her, its focal points at the tips of the sanagril's fingers and his cock having its way, unopposed. The only care she had in the world was the primal desire for Raati to claim her.

"You fuckin' want it, huh?" Raati laid his weight fully on Lina's back and grunted into her ear before biting down on the meaty part of her shoulder. Lina made a noise that was part moan, part pained whine. The only sign that she was nodding was the twitching of the muscle between his teeth. "Fuckin' right you do, slut. Here it comes!"

Raati slammed his hips against the smaller novoru's ass and held as deep as he could. The ball of intense pressure that had built in his pelvis expanded rapidly and then melted away. Raw, unhinged pleasure simultaneously coursed through his cock and up his spine. His hips twitched in fits with his release, spittle blowing into Lina's fur with each shuddering breath.

Lina had gotten exactly what she wanted. She felt each powerful, warm spurt of his cum shooting into her ass; each throb of his cock stretching her just a little bit more, his fingers erratically tweaking her most sensitive spot until, finally, after what felt like an eternity teetering on the brink, her orgasm hit her--a meteorite strike of dopamine exploding through her being. Her legs quivered until her knees slid out from under her, her lungs completely emptying in a long, guttural moan, pushed out by Raati's weight collapsing on top of her.

Raati's panting was loud in her ear, his long snout having somehow slipped under it. He rolled onto his side once the fog permeating his brain burned away, taking her with him when and he realized he might be crushing the poor novoru. His cock was still hard, buried between her matted, sloppy cheeks.

"Raati," Lina finally sighed after a time, "that was--I haven't been fucked like that in forever."

"Coming around to the sanagril way?" Raati asked, punctuating the question with a motion of his hips. He'd become soft enough that the movement caused him to slip wetly out of her.

"Not the first time I've had someone up my ass, stupid."

"That's not what I--never mind," Raati sighed. He shifted to get his arms around the slim novoru and squeezed her soft form against his chest. After a time he let her go and maneuvered his way to sit on the edge of the bed, making sure not to let his wet cock touch the sheets. Lina didn't move from her side. He took the opportunity to lift Lina's thigh to appreciate his handiwork. Her short fur was plastered to her skin everywhere between her legs and across her ass--a small dribble of cum left behind when his cock had slipped out. He realized the effort he'd taken trying to keep the sheets clean had been a waste. There was more than one wet spot upon them.

"Be right back. Gotta piss."

"Mmhmm." Lina watched him walk the short distance to the bathroom and disappear, more than happy to lay with the mess they'd made until her turn. She slipped her hand between her legs and realized she badly needed to clean herself up.

Lina emerged from her tiny bathroom into the muted yellow glow of the light next to her bed. Raati, on his back with his hands folded behind his head on her pillow, watched her alluring curves shift, becoming more defined as she sauntered into the light. He reached out a hand and held the curve of her hip, guiding her into the bed next time him. Designed for one, there was no choice for her but to lay half on his chest, her silken thigh draped across his hips. He wrapped one arm around her and rested his hand on her sinuous hip.

"I could get used to this," Raati said and flipped the sheet over to cover them.

"Hmm, what part of it?" Lina asked. She had her cheek on the pillow with the tip of her nose touching his neck. She kissed him softly.

"All of it, but mainly that you didn't kick me out right after."

"Is that usually what happens?"

"Other races often find sanagril bedroom tendencies--disagreeable." Raati smirked and groped the novoru's upturned, well-used ass. He felt her shiver lightly in response.

"You got lucky and hooked up with one that happens to be the open minded sort."

"And I'm very pleased with that."

"We do things my way in the morning, though."

"In the morning?"

"You're not getting out of my bed, or my room, in the morning that easily," Lina confirmed.

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled.

Lina moved her hand up and down Raati's chest, feeling the raised lumps of hard flesh she'd seen earlier. "Tell me a story about how you got some of these," she asked sleepily, nuzzling into the bone protrusion preceding his neck.

"You're falling asleep."

"I'm awake," Lina insisted with a lewd shift of her hips. Raati sighed and patted her rump.

"Pick one, then."

"Hmm," Lina slid one finger around, feeling different scars of varying sizes, moving lower until she settled on one a few inches long just above his prominent hip bone. "How about this one."

"I don't know. That one is kind of embarrassing."

"Big strong driver too scared to tell a little cage tech a story after fucking her in the ass and now laying naked in bed with her. It's okay, I'll pick another."

"Fine," Raati grumbled, unable to back down from her petty challenge, and pulled her closer. The sanagril was already starting to feel possessive of the novoru. Lina made a small sound of contentment and relaxed against his frame.

"That scar is from my first real mission as a driver, before I was with Uposkep."

"You've been with more than one Menage?"

"Yeah, my previous and this one had ships in dock at the same time. Met some sanagril drivers from Uposkep in the bar and they told me I should join Uposkep. Of course, I'd heard of it before, almost every sanagril has. It kind of seemed right to join them, being among my people kind of thing. I didn't grow up around a lot of my people--thought it would be right to join up. So, I jumped ship. It's not too hard for a driver, almost always openings, ya know."

"Yeah, I know," Lina said quietly, all too aware. "First person I've ever met that joined a different Menage."

Raati shrugged in response. "It was my first year. Anyway, it was a mission suitable to a new driver, security at a mining facility that wasn't far from a rival facility. Cage presence was simply to show the Menage meant business and didn't intend to leave any time soon. There was three of us and we were going to be there for a few months before switching out with a new crew.

"We'd been there for about a month when the rival Menage decided to start harassing us, trying to convince Uposkep that further escalation would be more expensive than continuing the operation. One day they bombed one of the housing structures that was under construction on the outskirts of the site. It had a mainly metal beam structure, so there were pieces everywhere, some sticking out of other buildings and others in the ground.

"Anyway, we hopped in our Sovkas and headed straight for the area. I spotted some shapes making an escape on foot toward the nearby forest on my optics. Radioed the boys that I saw the perpetrators and took off at a dead sprint toward them. Being new and suddenly hopped up on adrenaline, I wasn't thinking, at all. I didn't leave the zoomed view of the runners and pay attention to where I was headed, just kinda assumed that the path was clear. Turned out that one of the metal girders was sticking out of the ground and angled with the sharp end pointed toward me.

"Sovkas are pretty fast, as you know, and I ran straight into that beam. It just so happened to hit that thinly armored area where the leg meets the superstructure and punched straight through like a sharp knife into the crap the mess was serving earlier. It happened so fast, and I was dazed from the impact, that it took me awhile to realize I was lying face down, alarms screaming at me. Wasn't until I had the cage standing back up that the pain registered. Flipped up my visor and saw my suit leg covered in blood and pink flesh from the flayed open gash.

"Because of me the interlopers got away with blowing up the building. My squadmates got a good laugh out of it, of course. When I eventually got out of the Sovka it looked ridiculous. A steel beam was through the front at a forty-five-degree angle like it had gotten a giant body piercing. I got a bunch of stitches and a good lesson in situational awareness, no matter how high on adrenaline you are."

Lina cringed and squeezed Raati, imagining the amount of force the Sovka hit the beam with. "How bad were you hurt?"

"Eh, still alive, aren't I?" Raati smirked. "The beam cut across my hip and went clear through the cabin. That was a good thing because it was stuck deep enough into the ground it pitched the cage up, over, and head first into the ground. If the beam hadn't gone all the way through the end of it would have twisted and crushed through my ribcage while I was in midair. Wouldn't have been here to give you such a good fuck!"

"Uh huh." Lina rolled her eyes and swatted Raati's chest venomlessly. She let out a long sigh and snuggled against the big sanagril. "But I am glad you came out okay. And that your dick was here tonight," she said after a pause.

"Satisfied?" Raati asked and reached up to rub her upturned ear delicately.

"It was a good story. Hopefully the rest of your scars have stories of courage and cunning, not newbie stupidity."

"Most of 'em."

"I can't wait to hear them." Lina closed her eyes and wiggled to get comfortable.

"How about one story for each time you get me off?"

"Only if you do the same to me," Lina retorted with her own terms for the deal. Raati was quiet for a time until a hand slid down his chest and fondled his limp penis.

"Alright, fine."

"Deal then?"

"Deal," Raati grumbled as if the deal was a bad one.