FSE

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Trixi had gone through her entire checklist. The spiraling scroll unfolded down to the fox's red clown shoes. All her clown duties were almost completed. 'Honk at boxes then stamp them with her Nanotrasen clown stamp' checked. 'Add dye to the Janitor's water bucket' checked. 'Draw moustaches on several posters' checked. The last thing on the list was to slip seven people. Just needed one more.

There was a sudden crash of a crewmate behind her followed by profanity. She giggled and honked her bike horn. Honk! The clown drew a slash through the last bullet point, check. She quickly stamped the scroll several times and crammed the paper into a nearby trash chute before running away. The man she just slipped followed closely after her, cursing quite a bit about the banana peel.

She rounded corner and a hopped into the opened kiosk window nearby. She landed in the botany department and ducked underneath the counter. The vulpes held her breath to avoid detection. The man slammed his fists on the counter and glared inside to see where she had gone but found nothing. He let out a huff and stormed off down the hall seeking the slippery vixen.

Trixi popped her head out and laughed in triumph. She checked on her PDA to see what other tasks she was given but was quickly distracted by the sweet smells of botany. Her sensitive nose picked up the lovely smells of flowers, honey, and fruits. She changed her mind and decided it was time for a break and meander about the station's forest.

Due to the size of the station the botany department was gigantic. It helped to support the healthy atmosphere and feed the station's inhabitants. She stared at the massive walls of greenery from not only earth but several other planets too. She frowned when she didn't see a sweet pods. Plants from her home planet that carried her favorite sugary berries.

She neared the honeycomb robot that shuffled a beehive from one end of the department to the other, it promoted pollination of all the various types of flowers. The bees were harmless and domesticated, one tried to find nectar in her pointed ear. She flicked her ear, and the bumbling insect flew away. As she wandered closer to the hive her nose picked up a distinct chemical smell, something she hasn't sensed in a long time. She closed her eyes and followed the trail. It smelled like ozone, bananas, and warm thermal paste.

The bees were swarming around a beautiful hanging ruby flower. She quickly realized she was in the banana grove. The smell wafted from another row of trees, she stepped over the hydroponics tray to the other side. There were several banana trees growing tall and ripe with fruit. One stuck out from the rest, while the bananas were green and yellow this one was had purple and blue bananas. She immediately recognized them as bluespace bananas. A clown's most magical tool, one slip and it will teleport them to a set distance depending on how they slipped on it.

The little vixen removed her gloves then gripped the trunk of the tree with her claws and started to climb up. Once she got to the bunched-up fruit, she grabbed five of the largest blue bananas and stuffed them inside her pockets before clambering down the tree.

After the heist she made her way deeper into the forest, taking in the smells and relaxing. The mist started and filled botany with a humid thickness. A little whine escaped her muzzle, and she left the botany department. She worked very hard to keep her coat shiny and she wasn't going to ruin it with a little moisture on her clean fur and undercoat.

Once she hopped back over the kiosk, she glanced at her PDA again. The only task she had left was to practice with the head of security, he said they were going to play Skyout today. Her tail bobbed excitedly about that date. All the training sessions she spent with him were amazing. Sadly, the day wasn't even close to halfway over. She groaned and started to roam the station thinking of fun ways to burn the time.

As she walked the halls the bananas shifted in her large pockets. Thoughts flooded her mind about how to utilize them. She could mess with the engineers and see if the pilot monkey's bones are still burning, or she could bug the nerds for fun toys to play with. With the bluespace bananas, she had all access.

Her decision was decided quickly as she passed the hallway to science. Her shoes squeaked joyously as she skipped down the hall. She pulled out a blue banana and started to eat the fruit before she got to the target, research and development. She made sure no one observed her and then placed the peel next to the wall. One wrong move and she could be teleported down a level or into a wall and be killed instantly.

Luckily, space slip theory was one of her majors in her clown education. She took a few steps back and ran at the wall. Her left paw stepped right on the edge of the peel and then a bright blue flash filled her vision. She blinked several times and then rubbed her eyes. She found herself on the floor of the RnD department.

The clown pulled out her bike horn and let out a victory honk. Honk! She got up she checked over her body to make sure all of it was still there. Her big poofy tail swayed and wrapped around the front of her. She brushed it with her gloved paws and then moved on to check her pointed ears. "All's well."

The curious fox started to wander around the department, tools were scattered around the steel tables and benches. Large contraptions took up most the space, including a strange device that pulsed light in a tube back and forth. She then spotted a large metal ring welded to supports that jutted out of the floor. Her gaze jumped to the other side of the room, and she saw another ring with a control panel next to it. The air smelled of the same bluespace chemical.

She wandered around picking up and inspecting strange inventions. There was a container of smaller metal rings under one of the tables. The box reeked strongly of the buzzing chemical. She picked up a handful of the rings. They looked like they could fit around her arm like the lizardman jewelry. Foxlike instincts drove her to place a set of them into her pockets.

In her continued rummaging around the room, she noticed the door to RnD storage. A legendary room filled with all kinds of mysterious objects that the scientists forgotten about. She snickered happily and pulled out another space banana. She took her time eating it before setting it gently in front of the door. She wanted to appear directly on the other side of the door, so she took several steps back and charged at the banana, landing on it with her right clown shoe.

With a bright flash she skidded to a stop inside the storage room. A bright smile spread on her muzzle as the LED lights flicked on. The room had shelves to the ceiling filled with gizmos and gadgets. She picked up a multitool and cycled through the menu before getting bored and moving on.

There were tons of spare batters, nothing else caught her untrained eyes until she looked in the very back of the room in a dusty cardboard box. She looked inside and saw a bag of holding and a weird flashlight. The fragrant bluespace wafted from the box. She flipped the switch on the flashlight a few times, but nothing would happen. She put it in her pocket and pulled out the bag of holding. Which was metal box with wires connected to a hinged door with a sturdy grey woven strap to carry it.

She opened it up and found it to be shallow. No portal to store goodies. The machine was broken. She sighed and took the item with her, hoping to get one of the researchers to fix it for her. She approached the sealed door and set another blue peel down. Remembering the layout of the other side she wasn't concerned about slipping into an object. She jumped on the slippery devil and tumbled to the other side of the door. When she landed, she fell to her fuzzy butt. Arms held the steel box tightly. She blinked as the blinding flash went away and saw a scientist staring at her.

"What are you doing here?"

The quick-thinking fox jumped up and held up the machine to the scientist, "I need this fixed; it's broken."

He pushed up his glasses and inspected the device, "I see, the bag of holding isn't holding. Well, I can already see the problem." He pointed to a few broken wires and a missing panel from the top. "It's an easy fix. I can do it right after my companion gets back, he's acquiring spare bluespace crystals for the experiment." She smiled brightly and gave a honk on her horn. Honk!

He set the box aside and moved over to the control panel to the ring device. Trixi curiously asked, "What's the circle for? It's making everything smell like bluespace."

The scientist smiles, "correct, it's a portal device. We are trying to make stabilized portals using the blue space powder. Sadly, every attempt is temporary. All we could do is make small dimensional rings. But even they have their limits. Things remain immobile inside until we put the portals together again. Not really all that useful."

Trixie's mind boggled, "Are they safe?"

The scientist nodded, "Of course they are. They make stable portals. However, they just remain apart."

The scientist pulled out a ripe banana from a drawer. The banana was split in two, by two ringed disks. "Try as we might. We can't pull the banana through the microportal. But when we push the portals together, they lock and close the portal." He demonstrated this by pushing the two sides together than twisting the metal rings together. Once the banana was aligned the ring slid freely from the banana.

"Neat!" Trixi exclaimed and clapped for the scientists work.

The scientist ignored the applause and went back to fiddling with the controls. The door slid open, and the other scientist waltzed in carrying a container with blue crystals. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the clown, "Oh great. Just what we needed..." The man was younger he had stubble on his chin from a poor shaving job.

The glasses wearing man shook his head not diverting his gaze from his work, "Now, don't be rude."

Trixi smiled at the younger scientist, "Come-on, I'm not that bad, am I?" He huffed in a response and proceeded to put the crystals away. Trixi jumped up to the counter and sat down watching them go about their business. She watched them write in a journal and take readings from a multitool several times. "Is there anything I can do to help? I'm here to help make life easier on the station after all."

Her bright demeanor spread to the scientist with the glasses, "Well we could use an organic test subject for this portal trial, it's like the banana. Completely safe."

She jumped from the counter and landed with a squeak, "Put me in coach!" The blue portals opened in the center of the large rings. They were opaque shimmering blue ovals and rippled silently. The scent of bluespace permeated everything in the air.

The younger scientist groaned, "Do we really need the clown for this? I could just shove my arm in again."

The older gentleman protested, "We need a variety of test subjects. Now, would you kindly proceed to the other portal and mark the time as events unfold."

The man walked over with the notebook and started taking data. The older scientist penciled some things and then tossed a rubber ball through the portal. As it bounced inside it instantaneously flew out of the other portal. They silently watch as the ball bounced between the portals and come to a stop. The young man sighed, "Same as the 3rd time."

They continued back and forth with this test until the older scientist spoke up, "Okay, vulpes, could you run through the portal for us?"

Trixi perked up and stared through the bright blue sea of the portal. She stepped through, then followed the rest of her body when her foot touched solid ground on the other side. She saw her tail flick back and forth on the other side of the room. After the initial push through the portal, she giggled and started to run into the portal laughing. She made a dozen laps as her shoes squeaked with every step.

"Alright, clown, we got enough data." The young man said.

They crunched some numbers and the older gentleman asked, "Can you place yourself halfway through the portals dear?" She happily did it without question and shoved her top half of her body through the portal. Her fluffy tail danced outside of her red overalls. She wondered what they were writing when they suddenly cut the power.

Her eyes went wide as she saw the portal retreat and close around her torso. There was a slight pressure at where the portal closed. The fox saw her own legs kick wildly at the other side of the room as she tried to get out of the tight space. She reached for something to grab onto but her upper half floated mysteriously off the ground. After grabbing at nothing she dug her shoes on the floor on the other side and attempted to back out of the portal. She was thoroughly stuck.

"Um, I can't move." She said with a little panic in her voice. The scientists were buried in their notebook wearing disgruntled faces from the results. She then tried twisting and grabbing on to the other side of her top half, but her digits stopped right on the blue light of the portal, it felt like smooth glass.

The young scientist sighed and walked off to the fabricator and the older one walked up to Trixi's upper half, "Well the portal didn't last. But don't worry we will just encase the micro portal and return you to one piece." The scientist's smile comforted the fox. He added, "While we are working on that, I'll go ahead and fix up that bag of holding for you, just remember to never put the bag of holding into another bag of holding. The spatial anomalies will collapse into a micro singularity. Also, you should refrain from using any other forms of teleportation, the results are quite wild and unpredictable." She relaxed in her quantum prison while they worked.

Trixi kicked up her feet and snickered, watching her lower half float off the ground. Then the other scientist stepped up holding up two large silver disks. He attached the on the other side of the portal on her lower half. She chuckled and spoke to the man in an airheaded manner, "Help me step bro, I'm stuck."

The scientist looked at her with a serious face, "Gross." The fox rolled her eyes at the unfunny man. He attached a metal ring around the portal sealing it to her lower half. As it latched on, she felt a weight on her lower half shift, her legs stood up. The feeling of inertia difference of her lower half and top half caused her to feel dizzy.

"Your lower half is freed from bluespace adhesion." He walked toward her top half with the other disk. She wasn't pay attention to what he was saying, she was having far too much fun running around the room with her lower half.

She was chuckling trying to control where her she was headed without her top half. This quickly ended when she ran into the steel wall and fell to the floor. Her legs fell to the ground. She muttered out, "Oh great." Trying her best to get up back up but just watched helplessly as her legs flailed around on the ground.

The scientist moved behind her. Curious she looked down and saw the blue light emanating from where her mid-section where her top half ended. The disk was applied to the portal and the light vanished. Another ring was locked around her body fell to the floor landing with a honk on her prop bra. Honk! Half the vulpes was picked up off the floor. She watched what he did carefully as the rings around her body were twisted together and rejoined. Once he was finished with her, he walked off silently to write in the journal.

It was strange being separated but feeling everything, she stretched her legs with a metal belt around her waist. The older scientist came back with her new backpack, "All finished. Oh, and this latch right here disengages the ring." He pointed to the mechanism. She flicked it open, the ring hinged open freeing her completely.

She stared at the ring for a moment then rubbed her stomach, "Where did the metal plate go?"

The scientist smiled, "Oh it's simple, the silver disk resides on the other side of blue space. You see when the portals meet, they create a pocket dimension of unknown size, then once the portals are opened again the items will remanifest themselves in material space. Our task is to experiment with these phenomena to see if we can create a permanent portal. However once power is cut the portals cause objects to be stuck between the portals..." The scientist mutters about capacitor failures and calculations through Ohm's law and placing a finger to his wrinkled brow. His gaze drifted around the room.

The scientist points to the box of rings Trixi took from before. "The rings can recreate portals when twisted, however they are all useless. Only splitting the objects in half and suspending. Nothing gets through. Unless we power them with an external source..." He continues with his ramblings as Trixi nodded along not fully comprehending what was said to her.

Eventually his gaze focuses back on Trixi, he quickly handed off her backpack, "Here is your bag of holding back, the bluespace portal is working, however I am saddened to say that the battery is only 50% charged, it will only last for 2,556 years. Please try not to teleport with this backpack again, it drains the batteries, while also being quite dangerous. You might end up in the depths of space."

Trixi wrapped the strap around her arm beaming about her little adventure, "thank you!" Before she left, she stared at the larger ring that was wrapped around her body, "Can I have that too?"

The scientist nodded, "I don't see why not, we have loads of the things, we are probably going to deconstruct most of them anyway." She opened up the bag and stuffed the ring inside, vanishing into the pocket dimension.

The other scientist peaked over, "Is that...?" He stepped forward just as Trixi's puffy tail vanished out the busy hallway.

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Trixi was quite happy with the little detour, and her participation seemed to make the scientist happy, a job well done for a clown. And now she had all sorts of interesting toys to play with. She wondered what she would do with them. She started moving the dimensional rings to her backpack when suddenly she felt the peel of her bluespace banana. She considered what she would do with the last two, then remembered the scientists warning. She headed back to her dorm to store the bag.

She passed through the halls, lunch time always brought out the most people, they tried their best to ignore the clown squeaking her way past. A few people smiled and she waved back at them and gave them a honk on her bike horn. Honk!

Her room was decorated in bright colors. Discarded garments were strewn about floor and on her bed. The red and white sheets were half pulled off marred with tiny claw holes and orange hair. A large dressing mirror and a vanity table were the only pristine pieces of furniture in her room, organized make up cases sat on the top with posters of famous clowns on the walls. Her nostrils flared as she smelled the air, incense of cinnamon and apples from last night hung in the air. She set the high-tech backpack down on a pile of clothes and left the room.

On her way to the main hall, she stopped by the kitchen, thanks to the HoP who graciously granted her access. The cook was frantically running around, her apron was stained with cheese sauce as she mixed the macaroni. Trixi snuck in, the commotion from the other side of the glass hiding the squeaking shoes. She decided to help the chef out by filling orders.

Trixi jumped up to pluck orders from the ticket holder. Someone ordered a cheeseburger; she would give out a slice of banana cream pie with a mountain of whipping cream. The customer looked down at her confused but quickly forgave the clown as she had a whole pie in her other paw. This continued until the chef realized the orders were missing from the queue.

"Dammit Trixi, they need to put a bell on you!" the chef yelled out.

Trixi beamed, "Oh, like last time? I annoyed the hell out of everyone with that thing. The warden smashed it with a hammer because it got on his nerves." The fox giggled loudly as the chef grew in frustration.

"Just get out of here please, you helped enough." The chef looked at the orders that were 'completed' and shook her head.

"Aw come-on you're the only one here and look at all those mouths to feed." Trixi put on her best pouting snout and looked up at the busy woman.

The chef placed her fingers on her temple when she heard a familiar and annoying voice from the other side of the counter. "I'd like to order a date with a side of you please." The man smiled creepily, his wedding ring tapping on the sneeze guard as he stared. He wore green coveralls and had his hair wet with hair gel.

The woman looked at Trixi with a scowl her voice irritated, "Can you fill one more order, that will help me out tons. Okay?"

The clown smirked and gave a wink, "Sure thing I can give him something."

The man looked down at the fox, "Eeh. Not really into xenos, but I'll try anything once." The clown smiled coyly at the man, her hips swayed side to side and tail moving rhythmically.

The man continued to stare at the vulpes with a mixture of disgust and interest, "Maybe you should remove that makeup and let me get a good look at you. Might need to put a bag over your head anyway."

Trixi rolled her eyes. She was used to this kind of treatment by the humans either they showed contempt or disgust by her. She took it all in stride and said, "Well, what's the fun in that?"

The man raised an eyebrow, "Maybe I would like that, I seen you make balloon animals before. I'm sure your quick hands would feel fantastic." The disgusting individual leaned over the glass to get a closer view of the clown.

Whap! The banana cream pie hit him square in the face. He fell backwards as the filling smeared all the way down to his stomach. There was a roar of laughter from the cafeteria. The chef smiled intently giggling under her breath. Trixi said, "Sorry, but we're not on the menu!" The cheesy line followed with a honk of her bike horn added to the laughter and caused a few people who sat in silence to shake their head and smile. Honk!

"Thank you Trixi. That guy, holy shit."

The clown nodded, "No kidding. Well, my job is done here, I'll see you around Wilma." Trixi waved goodbye to the chef and strolled the halls to see what other shenanigans she could get herself into.

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She stared at her PDA watching time pass slowly as a crewmate bumped into her leaving a room, "Oh sorry about that." They paid no attention to the clown and walked off. The door they left remained open. Supply office, she decided to wander inside and maybe grab some things.

She pocketed a pen and some sharpies, along with a ream of paper. She needed more art supplies. The clown's baggy pants made for great storage. As she raided the place, she spotted the copy machine. A devious idea popped into her mind. She flicked the lights off and closed the blinds for the windows. She needed a little privacy for this prank.

With that out of the way she lifted the top of the scanner. The clown swiftly unbuttoned her suspenders and tail button. Her ears pointed at the door listening for any footsteps that may come by. The pants fell to the floor around her ankles. Trixi shook with giggles and excitement, clowns are notorious to copying their butts, this would be the first time she has done something so risqué. She lifted herself onto the scanner sitting firmly on the cool glass. Her fluffy butt barely filled the surface. She unfasted her underwear from around her tail and with a few shimmies, she slid down her plain pink panties.

She spread her legs to see the controls and hit the button for a single copy. The light flashed under her butt and the warm paper fell onto the output tray. She smiled and then hopped down pulling her panties up buttoning them and then pulling up her overalls.

She grabbed the fresh copy of her butt and blood rushed to her face feverishly. All of her was on display in the image. Her black puffy vulva, her anus. All of it. Her legs were spread just wide enough to open her fox pussy slightly. She quickly folded the paper up and put it in her pants. She thought it was just going to be her butt cheeks, but this was far more than what she asked for. Before she left, she removed any evidence that she was near the copier and ran out of the room. Her embarrassment hidden under a layer of makeup.

Trixi took a few minutes to return to her senses after that embarrassing prank. She found herself in the security wing. She sniffed the air and could smell HoS, he just walked through the halls. She peered through the doors, curious if he was inside. The place was empty.

The clown decided she would let herself in. One blue banana later and she was inside the security's main hallway. She smelled the air for signs of anyone, but the scent was weak. She checked the brig, perhaps he was in his office. She pushed the button for the door, it beeped out a denial at her.

A huff of air flared her nostrils. She pulled out the last banana and decided to enter the office. A running start, a flash of light followed by a crash to the ground. She found herself on the other side of the wall. However, it was too far. Squinting she saw that she was inside the head's private quarters.

She breathed deeply; his scent caused her to feel lightheaded. Trixi had conversations with her sister about this, and Kalia said she had the same experience when she first met her human husband, Dirk. Blinded by her curiosity she looked around the room, only getting a quick glance the first time she visited.

The room was sparse of belongings, a computer desk, along with a single table, a wooden dresser, and a queen-sized bed. No decorations, other than the singular locker with yellow bands and a red security light that blinked on and off. There wasn't even a carpet, just the steel plates like the rest of the station. The size of the room added to the emptiness. What made her feel worse was the fact there was no color, besides the red blinking light. Everything comprised of earth tones or greyscale.

Her wet nose sniffed the station air some more, it smelled like he was around her. The same feeling overtook her when they played the games together. How he closed his hands around her paws when they practiced shooting. She ungloved her paws and rubbed the fur on her knuckles. She looked over at the large bed, it was practically a sultan's bed to her kind. She touched the dark brown comforter, the soft down filled blanket felt amazing on her pads. She couldn't help herself and pushed her muzzle deep into the bedding.

She huffed a deep breath and her eyes closed tightly; her heart raced. She pulled back and saw there was a wet spot where her nose and mouth were. The scent was getting to her again. One leg to the next, her shoes squeaked. The fox heat was starting up again, blood rushed to her spade and begged for her attention. She whined out in protest, "Really? Again?" The movement of her legs only rubbed her sensitive pussy, teasing further. "Mmmf." Trixi looked at her PDA. There was still plenty of time to burn, a quick session would clear her mind.

The fox sat on the bed and started to remove her clothes. Slipping off her shoes and socks they squeaked as they hit the floor. She gave her claws a stretch flexing her pads that have been trapped in the shoes. She quickly unbuckled her overalls and tossed her red polka dot shirt to the side. The cool air felt wonderful on her fur. She started to rub her fluffy tummy and leaned back on the head of security's bed.

She rubbed her body up until it hit her bra. A huff of sexual frustration escaped, and she unfastened the bra letting the prop fall to the side letting her flat fluffy chest to feel the air. The small buds of her aroused nipples poked through her soft steely white fur. Digits sought out her nipples and started to rub them gently between her pads. She let out a moan of pleasure in the bed taking in deep breaths. Her tongue lolled out as she continued the teasing. Trixi's thighs rubbed lightly together, the sound of her wet panties on her fur joined the symphony of her voice.

The vulpes' fingers danced downwards toward her sex. Her fluffy tail batted at the bed aggressively. She spread her legs just enough to allow one of her fingers to touch her puffed up pussy. She pushed the thin cloth inside to reach her erect clitoris. With only the slightest rub was enough to send her over the edge. She squeezed her thighs together and moaned out in exasperation.

Her pussy pulsed on nothing in an unsatisfying experience. The pleasure raked up her body desperate for penetration. She tried to make the best of it and rolled her hips through the short waves of climax, "Please, I want this..."

Her voice died down and she panted heavily. She looked down at her panties and they were soaked completely through. Her dark throbbing pussy was visible through the thin fabric. Panic set in when she realized she was still on the bed and hopped up, in hopes she didn't ruin his comforter. There were a few droplets of moisture on it. She looked around for another cloth to help dry it. Her heart raced from panic and a returning arousal.

There was a clothes basket near his dresser. She pulled out a grey security workout shirt and proceeded to soak the few droplets of her pleasure with it. The smell was stronger than before, she pulled it to her snout and inhaled. She had a great idea and slipped the shirt on; it fell to a long skirt on her. The collar was pushed to her nose, she hugged herself. She fantasized about being carried in his arms. The warm throbbing itch returned. Her pussy begged for her attention after that unsatisfying attempt. She slipped off her panties and laid on the floor. She didn't want to ruin his bed with evidence of her escapades.

She started by pulling the collar of the shirt over her muzzle, taking in the lovely scent with every breath. One hand tended to her nipples from outside of the shirt and the other filling the room with wet sounds fondling her moist lips. She inserted her ring and middle digits and carefully rubbed her clit. The sensitive nub tingled, and her tunnel clinched. She withdrew her claws, so she didn't scratch her sensitive flesh.

With part of the fabric of the shirt she used it as a barrier with her claws. A renewed vigor took her as she rubbed her spade. Her moans grew louder than the squelching of her vagina, she fantasized he was in the room watching her get off. Her voice let out a pitiful cry, "Please go deeper." She pushed her fingers in slightly more and rubbed her clit again.

The pleasure shot through her once again. She arched her back and stood on the tips of her paws. She continued the motion rubbing faster and faster at her most sensitive spots inside. The vulpes cried out louder with each motion rubbing in and out of her sex, scratching at an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. She was about to release. Her tunnel clinched desperately for something to shove inside but her dulled claws was all she had. She let out a high-pitched gekker of release and her legs spread wide to the open air, pleading for a lover. "I need this!" Juices shot out as she rubbed her sex vigorously. She bucked her hips on her fingers, her tail danced back and forth under the bridge that was her body. The pleasure was short lived no matter how hard she wanted to prolong it.

Her paws slid forward, and her butt landed on the steel floor, tongue popping in and out of her maw as she panted. The scent of her arousal and his mingled together. She pulled the shirt off her muzzle. The collar was now soaked with her drool and there was a large stain of her love juices on the front. She wouldn't be giving this shirt back to him.

Trixi stood up and wobbled on her weak legs. Her head was clear again, she acted quickly to clean the place up so he wouldn't find out. Thankfully humans are pretty nose blind so with another one of his articles of clothing she wiped up the fluids from the metal floor. She looked over and saw her soaked panties. She giggled and decided to stuff the pink fabric deep into the hamper. Thoughts of him smelling the panties when he found them and using them as a cum rag later put a mischievous grin on her face.

She started to put her clothes back on, snapping the prop bra under his t-shirt and putting on the rest of her garb over it. She took one last look at the room. The scent lingered of her fun. She hoped it wouldn't come back to bite her fuzzy ass. As she checked her pockets, she felt the folded paper and pulled it out. Her display open for viewing.

She frowned looking at it. She remembered that humans hated aliens. When she showered in the locker room, the other girls always pointed out their differences. They would always make comments about her body, how flat she was, and how she is basically just a red monkey on the evolutionary scale.

The girls would also make the same comments about the lizardmen, but the lizardmen gave the women the creeps with bared fangs and talons, it would usually send them running the other direction. She had no real defense just tiny dull canines and back scratcher claws.

Her imagination ran wild with depressing feelings, she imagined the head of security being disgusted at the sight of her body, how she lied to him by putting on the façade of having a normal bountiful chest. Dread filled her heart. She tore the paper up to pieces and stuffed them back into her pocket and opened the door to leave.

She tried to leave the office and the door beeped at her when she pushed the button. "Crap." She pushed the button again and it beeped at her again. "Oh no." she searched her pockets for a blue banana, but they were all gone. She gritted her teeth and realized she was trapped in security. The quick-witted fox thought of something and looked to the camera that stared in the office. She pulled out her communication device and clipped it to her ear, she was told to only use it in emergencies. Once the channels were cycled to the A.I.'s frequency she pushed the button.

"A.I. I got teleported randomly into security, can you let me out?" she said closing her eyes hoping the A.I. would listen to a non-human. The door opened for her. She bounced out of the room; a weight lifted from her chest. The A.I. traced her movement to the main hall of security.

The warden spotted her, "What are you doing here?"

Trixi froze, "I got teleported here from one of the blue bananas. I had a bag of holding and got teleported all the way here." Her lie was just the right length to pass, usually that worked.

The warden was confused and scratched his head, "Okay... Be more careful next time, if Richard hears that you killed yourself it's going to make life harder on everyone."

Trixi blushed under her painted face, the thought of him caring that deeply about her disintegrated the negativity that plagued her heart. Trixi smiled at the warden who let her out of the doors. She took one last look at her PDA; she had a little time to kill before she would meet up with the head of security. She decided to get cleaned up and change.

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Trixi stood on a stool looking herself over, her fur shined brightly from the lights in the vanity mirror. A wet rag in her paw she wiped the paint off her fur. Once the make-up was cleaned, she started to brush her fur. Her naked body stood like an elegant figurine on the small wooden stool, perfectly balanced. The clothes were discarded, and the stolen t-shirt sat on her bed. A prize the vulpes coveted from the day's adventures. Her PDA beeped out a musical tone. She looked at the message. Kalia was giving calling her. The fox smiled and pulled a drawer out.

She inserted her PDA into the device and pulled out a screen. The screen flickered on revealing another vulpes, she had deep blue eyes and wore a white sun dress. She spoke in their language, higher pitched gekkering with inaudible words, "Oh you're in your room already?" Kalia's voice was slightly rougher than her own.

Trixi waved to her sister on the communication line, "Yeah, I'm getting ready to spend time with Richard."

Her sister had a smug look on her face, "So you finally got a human mate?"

Trixi blushed and continued to brush her fur, "I hope so, every time I'm with him he makes me feel like how your husband made you feel."

Her sister rolled her eyes, "Speaking of which, he found out you sent us more money. He was so defeated after that."

Trixi shrugged, "What's with humans and their need to be so damn stubborn. You are taking care of 4 kids now; he is already working himself to the bone."

The vixen on the other end frowned, "Thank you... I mean it, for everything. You aren't making that much money to begin with, are you sure you are okay?"

Trixi wanted to hug her sister through the screen, "Please don't mention it. How's my little hybrid nephew doing anyway. He's what... 1 now?"

Her sister smiles, "He's 3 now." Trixi was stunned at the time that was lost, she lost grasp of the passage of time thanks to her work. Her sister continued, "He's adorable. The triplets love their half-brother deeply, and Dirk doesn't play favorites, he loves each of them even if they aren't blood."

Trixi put her hands to her heart, "Aw that's so sweet. I hope one day I can find a human mate."

Kalia replied, "From what you been telling me humans want nothing to do with you. And you say this Richard hasn't shown interest in you."

Trixi sighed, "I don't know, I hope so. He cares for me, or else he wouldn't be spending so much time after work with me. Humans are complicated, they don't like talking about it, especially the men. It's like taboo for some reason."

Her sister laughed, "You should have seen how awkward Dirk was when we first dated, he kept repeating himself over and over again." Trixi smiled as her sister continued. "I know I'm to blame why you are on that station, even Dirk realized why, you wanted to find a human too."

Trixi blushed and turned away, "You aren't the only reason, father's the reason. What he did..."

She was interrupted, "Please, it's in the past. I made my bed, it's my fault for falling for his dumb xenophobia and I love my children. They are healthy and happy; I wouldn't change that for the world."

Her words struck at the heart, Trixi rubbed her eye to prevent a tear from welling, "Good, I'll be sending another 10k next paycheck. I want my nieces and nephews to have new shoes and school clothes."

Kalia smiled, "Thank you..."

Trixi moved on and chatted about mundane things, and the training she went through. Trixi then mentioned the fox heats she has been feeling. "Oh, that sounds difficult. And you spend hours with him in the holo deck? I can't imagine how frustrated you must feel."

Trixi blushed, "I manage. I only hope he likes me; I have been putting all the moves I learned online. I am practically swimming when I'm around him."

Kalia smiles warmly, "You sound like me... I'm definitely to blame for your human obsession."

Trixi started to move to brush her fluffy tail. The long strokes caused undercoat to fly in the air. "He made you happy, I want to be happy too."

There was a pause and some sadness in her sister's voice, she felt guilt. Kalia changed the subject, "So why is he training you to begin with?" Trixi spoke about the threats to the station. Concern filled her sister, "I hope nothing bad happen."

Trixi comforted her, "Don't worry, Richard is already on top of everything, he has a great record for these things. He also smells fantastic." They both laugh and then her sister said her goodbyes to let Trixi continue grooming for her date.