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In orbit, over Sol-03, referred to by the native species as "Earth".

A small silver vessel floats in orbit, not too unlike the ships of science fiction, yet practical. It has a central body, and two wings that meld from the sides with engine ports concealed inside pointed in multiple directions. These small scouters normally contain a crew of 3, a pilot, a copilot which also serves as navigator, and a tactical advisor. This particular ship, which arrived at Earth only days prior to perform a periodic scan, held only one nine-tailed alien. Her tall, yet voluptuous frame is held tight inside her dark body suit, a robe not dissimilar from the Japanese Kimono over top, draped down to reveal the soft skin of her shoulders. Her long, snow white hair is held in what humans would call a 'ponytail', and her long, bushy white tails flow behind her as she moves along by her lonesome. The scouter is a very simple ship to navigate, the bridge is at the center of the ship, well defended by the most armor. Behind it is the engine room, and to the left are the quarters. To the right the ship holds a modest dining and recreational suite, and forward from the bridge is the ship's Command Information Center, or CIC. The CIC is where all briefing and communication happens, It also sports a gorgeous view out of the front of the ship.

The alien woman finally comes to the CIC of her own ship, her holographic display shows the avatar of her ship's AI giving a thumbs up, as her report has been sent back to the homeworld. Only recently have her people decided to reach out to other galaxies, and unlike in their past, try to make contact, than to simply exterminate. This idea is somewhat fruitless as her report has shown that the Humans of earth have only just ended a war with their furred planetary mates, ending in a massive loss of life for both sides, and a begrudging peace between them. It would seem, from the computer's estimates, that this war happened 10 years prior, her last scouting mission was 25 years prior.. The alien's gold eyes scan over her displays, seeing if any new information has come through. BEE-BEEP! The youthful looking woman looks over to the terminal to her left, quite annoyed by the sudden loud noise. "I've asked you before to turn the volume down." Her voice is smooth, somewhat deep yet gentle on the ears with her sultry way of speaking. Her AI companion however, is much the opposite. Loud, perky and full of energy. "I know! But I wanted to make sure you were awake, captain! I've completed the scans, we should be good to go home. The earthlings still seem, by protocol's standards, unready to join the Coalition." The tall vixen sighs, leaning back in her seat.. "We waited 25 years just for them to try to kill each other then waste another trip out here..?" BEE-BEE-BEE-BEE-BEE! Her ears perk! This wasn't another AI game, "WARNING: KINETIC WEAPON INBOUND!" The AI's electronic voice screams!

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States of America, North America. Sol-03 "earth"

It's a sunny day, clear skies, and a nice cool breeze. The perfect weather for shorts and sleeves, or if one is human, a light shirt and pants. Sandra is walking along after work, which as always in the earthling experience, sucked. However having finally moved to a city she adores, her walk home is more joy-filled as she can walk in the cool breeze and enjoy the scenery. Her small house is well furnished and comfortable, leaving the sand-colored, spotted feline full of joy to finally be home. Sandy turns the TV on as she disappears into the kitchen for a drink.. "--Well we'll hear more on that later. In current news the internet is ablaze! NASA once again shut down the old International Space Station's external feeds right after a space ship shaped object was spotted. Amateur astronomers claim to have seen US orbital platforms firing just moments after, however we have no footage or images. The Military /has/ however responded to these claims, stating that they have no intention of wasting valuable ammunition on space debris, and that their platforms have not been fired."

Sandra sits her new beer to try down and slides into her favorite chair.. Why was her TV even on the news..? "Speaking of space, the international space elevator's windbrakes have been completed as of this Tuesday, engineers estimate that in maybe a year we will have full access to the possibilities of space travel. The elevator's 'tiara' docking station has been completed, and awaits the elevator's completion before the cables are run down from orbi-" click. ... click... click.. The spotted feline starts flipping channels.. Wondering if she should just get on the computer like usual. Her weekly game grouping isn't until tomorrow, though with it being a friday she doesn't work tomorrow. Then again, resting after a long day of work.. Until her phone rings.. "Hello? ... Yeah.." Her eyebrows show her visible frustration as her bright green eyes close with visible annoyance. "I can come back, don't worry. Yeah. .. okay, bye." She groans, good thing shes still in her work clothes. "Only a few minutes.. Sure lets go plug in a monitor so I can come back home and enjoy my drink.." She returns her sought after beer to the fridge, and heads off back to work. Her job is sometimes a simple one, sometimes harder. Most likely she'll go in, plug a cable in, and head back home. Easy.

Reality is far more cruel than that.

Sol-03 Orbit. Vulpine Scouter ship.

"Can we get the engines going again?!" "Negative! Recommend you evacuate immediately! I've send a distress signal to the nearest battlegroup!" The small ship is tumbling, her engines blown out, the power inside is fluctuating, leaving no fresh air, and failing power. "Captain please, evacuate to an escape pod, you should be able to hide among the earthlings until help arrives!" "Like hell I'm abandoning my ship, We can still save this.. S-Somehow.." Even the experienced vixen couldn't think of a way to save her ship.. but to abandon her ship..? A communications channel opens on voice only, there's too little power for the hologram emitters to work, "Captain. This is Admiral Clarisse Giroude, What's your status?" "Admiral! We've taken fire from Sol-03, they have orbital defenses we were unaware of! We need extraction!" The ship shakes violently! "Captain! We've taken another hit, the CIC is gone!" The unseen admiral weighs her options, her battlegroup is too far to lend immediate aid.. "Captain. Evacuate to Sol-03. Hide if you can, we will come for you. I'm routing Strike Force Pegasus to the Sol system, It may take some time, however. Stay hidd--" the line cuts.. "I'm s-s-s-s-sorry ca-a-aptain, the power reserves are too lo-lo-low. Shutting down, diverting all po-o-o-ower to the life pooooods.." the AI's voice fades off as the battery clusters start to drain to 0. The white haired vixen's focused attempts at stabilizing her ship all fail when her terminal dies.. There's a somber moment before finally she heads toward the front end of the bridge. The ship contains 8 escape pods. Redundancy is important when dealing with space. 5 pods were damaged in the attack, leaving her with- The ship rocks violently! The alien woman is thrown off her feet, and slammed into the pilot terminal, There's a sound of pain, but as she blacks out she can't be sure it was her making the noise or a terminal breaking.. metal creaking.. Who knows? All there is now is blackness..

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Its 10:09 PM, Eastern Standard Time. Sandy's ears are pinned back as she walks home again... For once it wasn't a cable but an entire server room full of issues. And to top it all off her drink at work fell on her while she was under a table working on some cable management. Her tea stained shirt finally dried at least.. Damn tremor. Pittsburgh never gets tremors so of course while shes crawled under a desk one hits. People all over are talking about it, it was so brief it felt more like an explosion, but nothing blew up or seems damaged. Sandra finally makes it home after having to go back to work, and walks through the house.. She retrieves that beer shes been eager to try, then slips out the back doo- Her entire train of thought stops.. There's a damn giant water heater in her back yard! Long, silver, and steaming. Punched straight into her grass.. She huffs and goes over, hoping it has contact info on it.. AHA! There's print on it. It isn't in english, but WARNING is pretty much universal. There's a bright red handle above the print, best not to touch it. Except the handle turns on it's own! Sandra steps back as a section of the water heater.. Opens!?

The vixen's eyes open slowly.. It takes a minute, but she realizes she isn't dead.. She tries to remember.. Oh, right. She was on her ship, another hit threw her into the console.. She must have been able to drag herself to the escape pod, evidenced by her still being alive. Shes in a comfortable bed, with nice heavy blankets, her feet hanging off the end of the bed have the blanket pulled down to cover them.. The house is quiet. Her body aches, but her clothes are nearby, she's able to retrieve the medical injector from her suit's calf plate and inject herself with just a little. Her bandaged injuries quickly heal and regenerate, leaving her able to breathe normally, thankfully.

Sandra sits at work, chin in hand, pensively staring at her computer. Why the hell did she leave a complete stranger in her bed? She crawled out of a metal tube in the back yard, beaten and bloody. She just sits and ponders. She felt the need to help, though anyone with sense would have called the police. But she just left a tall.. voluptuous.. beautiful 9-tailed woman in her bed naked, bandaged up.. She blushes just thinking about it.. 'I didn't help her to see her naked though!' she thinks. 'I helped her cause it would have been wrong to leave her to die.' she nods to herself. '...Although. Seeing such a beautiful woman naked was.. Heheh..' she thinks, letting herself fantasize a little..

Of course Sandra couldn't have known she rescued a Vulpinian from certain death at the hands of the military. They knew about the aliens. Of course they had no way of knowing just how strong they are, but they knew the fox people existed. At least their ships. The earthling governments had never seen a vulpine nor spoken with them. While Sandra worked her guest remained hidden, peering into the back yard. Her quick cleaning efforts were not wasted. The humans were quietly removing her escape pod, but they couldn't find a trace of her. Naturally they eventually come to the door. Sandra let's them in, they survey the house, but find no evidence. They tell her it was a water heater they fell off a transport chopper, and she buys it happily. ... Of course as soon as the earthlings gone, the Vulpine drops her magic induced camouflage and sighs heavily. Lucky her kind are able to do such things or that could have ended badly!

The army trucks are gone as fast as they appeared. The real Sandra comes home that evening, already stressed from work.. To the sound of.. a stopped up toilet? Her guest comes downstairs and spots her! She really is tall.. The large breasted vulpine standing over her so high, wearing one of her t-shirts stretched tight over her form and stretching a pair of her lounge shorts far past capacity makes the poor kitty swoon a little as shes swiftly picked up by her underarms like a pet! "W-Wait what?" "I need your help, earthling." She rushes up the stairs and through Sandra's bedroom, then sits Sandra down onto her feet at the bedroom toilet. "I attempted to dispose of the bandages you put on me earlier, however the system seems jammed." Sandra groans internally.. "You.. Can't flush most things.. Aren't you from space? How do you not know how toilets work..?" She has to fight with it but clears the blockage, much to the intrigue of her alien.. 'roommate'? "I see. As it stands now, earthling I need a place to hide. I'll be staying here until my people come for me." Shes so formal sounding.. Sandra sighs heavily, resigned to her fate. After working all day she has no energy to fight it off. "At least call me Sandra." she says, the Vulpine's head tilts a little. "Its my name. Sandra. I'm not 'earthling'. Come on. You're probably hungry." she says, heading out of the room and down the stairs.. Her guest follows. "So what's your name? Or should I just call you fox lady?" She motions to a seat at the kitchen bar. The vulpine sits, watching Sandra go to work.. "Naomi. I.. My name." she watches the feline's back while she gets started at the stove.. "Naomi.. That's very pretty. I don't mind if you stay, but I'll need you to earn your keep after all. And try to keep any weird alien stuff hidden." "But of course. I fully intend to repay your kindness." "And stop being so stuffy, loosen up, relax. Have fun until your people come for you." Dinner cooking is rather quiet, while Naomi thinks over what Sandra has said, and watches how earthlings cook.

"Fun..?" Naomi asks.. Shes familiar with the concept, usually after service many vulpines will take time for fun activities, but Naomi herself is career, she doesn't have the time for pleasure activities. Until a Vulpine has completed their first tour after schooling they can pick civilian careers to enjoy, hobbies.. Some, like Naomi, go career in the military and sometimes end up alone on a ship and stranded on an alien world. Go figure. Which, Vulpine ships do have recreational areas, however Naomi is usually by her lonesome in some form of research area. "Here." Sandra sits a plate down in front of Naomi. "Its called a burger. Its a patty of beef with cheese and bacon over it. Though I add spinach to it to add a little something good for me. And the long things are called french fries, they're made from a potato. Its a vegetable." She sits beside the vulpine with her own plate. Her burger and pile of fries are considerably smaller. "H-Hey you need to eat more." "Hm? Oh. This Is a normal portion for me. I figured with your size you might eat more." "Earthlings eat that little?" "Its.. Actually a kind of large portion.." "Wow.." She looks down at the burger and picks it up. "Huh.. I actually didn't think you'd pick it up so easy.." Naomi looks over. "You think earthlings are the only species to invent the sandwhich? I admit I have no idea what any of the that other stuff is, but bread is pretty universal. So it putting things inside it." Naomi can't help but smile at Sandra's dumbfounded face. Though the kitty is just thinking about how pretty that smile was.. "Oh wow..!" Naomi exclaims through a full mouth, Sandra zoned out and didn't even see her bite into it. "H-Hoooh.. hooooh.. Hot..!" The feline suddenly realizes she made it spicy.. Can Vulpines eat spicy food?! Before she can ask, Naomi swallows. "Wow.. Earth food isn't too bad. Certainly better than naval rations! And this spiciness is very delicious. Our dining areas never have amenities like this! This is amazing!" She bites in again.. "Heh.." Sandra looks down and pick sup her own burger, deciding not to worry about it, the kitsune seems perfectly fine.

After dinner Sandra gets her new housemate to join her to watch some TV, deciding to expose her to some earth culture through media. "Here, want to try some of this? I assume your kind can drink alcohol." Naomi takes the bottle. "I'm aware of it's existence, and far as I know ou r gastrointestinal systems should be very similar." She sips on the dark bottle and nearly gags.. "Bleh!" Sandra looks over after a good swig.. "You don't like it?" "I can't say I was expecting this taste.." "Its an acquired taste, Want me to finish it for you?" For some reason this sparks the Vulpine's sense of competition, she gulps down the entire bottle! "N-No! I can do it." She nods triumphantly! Sandra can't help but wonder.. What is a drunk vulpine like..? If anything maybe she can get a snuggle on those tails.. "Hey Naomi. You know what alcohol is, so why don't you ave a stronger drink or two with me?" "Hm..? I suppose indulging in earthling pleasures wouldn't be too bad an idea."

One hour later.

Sandra is in bed, face smushed against Naomi's breasts.. And my are they large.. Her cheeks are burning as those clothed pillows squish against her face so comfortably.. She wanted to touch fluffy tail and she touched it. Shes still even in her work clothes.. Once the alcohol hit Naomi became a giddy, cuddly mess and ended up dragging her into bed before she could even think of showering or getting pajamas. Before she knew it She was being held so close to a real alien.. She can hear Naomi's heart beating powerfully in her chest, stronger than a earth heart does.. her body is soft in some places, but firm and powerful in others, and those fluffy tails.. Gods those tails laying over her like a blanket is pure bliss.. Naomi snores lightly, but shes out like a light, arms wrapped tightly around her smaller feline prey. Though she can't help but realize shes never been held quite like this. Then again women this big don't exist on earth.. She decides not to worry about it.. May as well enjoy it.

During the night Sandra was able to slip away and finally shower, and get into clean pajamas. But laying in bed was like triggering a bear trap. She was gently pulled back into Naomi's grip, but this time she rolled, her hug loosening, but leaving Sandra atop her, head gently pressed down onto Naomi's bosom. She just stays there a moment, realizing that the vulpine comes with pre-installed pillows. She closes her eyes and drifts off, thoroughly enjoying the soft, squishy marshmallows under her head..