A theft across space
Randall hated sneaking through orbiting stations on the fringes of the planetary ring systems. They tended to skimp on the perks of the more populated areas, one of those major perks that he missed currently was the gravity generators. It made his job both easier and harder at the same time, such as moving around the station silently. No gravity meant that he didn't need to worry about footfalls, but the downside was the issue with his proprioceptive system. That sensation of being aware of where his arms and legs were in relation to one another. Being a thief with experience in low gravity situations made his skills very valuable.
His job was simple, steal a prototype battlesuit for a very lucrative client. Normally he didn't ask questions but was rather curious what made these suits so special. All that had been stressed was to make sure to steal the Leo suit, and nothing else from the research facility. It was also very clear he could only steal one of the lion battlesuits, being bound to their species they were modelled after. Therefore, he wouldn't be able to steal any other battlesuits. Randall was tempted to ask further questions, but the amount of extra money pushed his way silenced those questions.
For something that was supposed to be a research facility regulated to the outer realms of planets, there was an amazing level of technology and security. Glancing at his wrist system, the indicators showed his stealth mode showed he'd remained undetected for a while longer. Optical systems wouldn't see him, but a living set of eyes would be able to spot him right away. Stealing extra bits from some of his early missions had benefited him greatly in those future endeavors. If he didn't inform his clients of the tips, there wasn't a harm in that.
Pausing in the hallway, he brought up a gloved paw to the terminal in front of him. The soft vibration made his fingers tingle slightly as the glove communicated with the terminal. His display showed a map of the station, one floor down to the hanger where the battlesuit was supposed to be stored. Randall expected more of a challenge but wasn't going to object if it was a quiet in and out mission. He continued silently through the hallways, floating and avoiding the occasional guard. It wasn't a difficult task since it was clear the guards were a bit lackluster on discipline at this point, with the noise they made.
Glancing through the gate to the hanger, it was smaller than expected for battlesuits to be launched. There were several suits that weren't covered by tarps, and were all close in design to what his client had given him the intel for. About six meters tall, modelled after various species where they obviously got their codenames from. Two suits furthest from his position were the ones that caught his attention, having builds and look of robotic lions. Randall assumed one was a full combat suit, being rather masculine in appearance. The other had a fairly lion shape to it, but missing that telltale design of a male that the other suit had. They were both colored a light tan color, with the mane looking to be dark cables.
A slight chuckle escaped his muzzle watching a slightly muscular lion floating over to the suit, tinkering with the mane. They were rather fascinating designs; the mane wasn't a solid piece but rather appeared to be made from a variety of cables with different connections at the ends. A curious thought filled his head, attachments? Possibly connection to a larger suit or a spaceship. The latter option didn't seem to jive as there were no other ships in the region currently able to fit a battlesuit of that size.
Though the lion in the hanger was going to make his job of being a simple slip in and grab a battlesuit harder. Reviewing his gear that he brought with him, there were limited options of trying to subdue to the lion working on the suit. It wasn't clear if it was a pilot or mechanic tinkering with it. Though he was at a loss because the lion was only messing with the suit that in better shape than the other suits in various stages of repair of assembly in the hanger.
Randall wondered if this was related to the comment his client mentioned that he would only be able to steal one of the lion suits. It was usually best to not question things when it came down to porotypes, considering the technology around the hanger was far above anything he'd seen at research facilities this far from populated areas. A slow gaze around the hanger, he guessed there were nearly a dozen other types of battlesuits. They all seemed to line up with different species, though some he wasn't sure what they were. The other thing that seemed slightly out of place, if you're making battlesuits you normally make more than two for testing. Here in the hanger, there seemed to be only two of each, one for power and there other designed for stealth looking slenderer than the other technological creation.
Glancing at his wrist system, it showed that there was no one else in the vicinity and the nearest guards were nearly two floors away. Randall considered his options carefully. He took pride in never killing anyone on the job if he didn't have to be, being a thief was one thing but killing someone was never worth it. In nearly twenty years of being a master thief, he chose to knock someone unconscious and that was the worst thing anyone had suffered with him around.
Discreetly, he used the lack of gravity as a benefit currently being at the ceiling of the hanger. Randall kept his tail curled around his leg to avoid it hitting anything. He had learned his lesson once before, with the lack of sensation it wouldn't have been the first time he'd brough attention to himself inadvertently, in a zero-gravity environment du to his tail knocking something over. Looking down Randall could see the one lion suit that wasn't being worked on, the back open for a pilot or engineer to get inside to work on it.
Quietly, he pushed himself away from the ceiling floating down towards the battlesuit. A silent prayer on his muzzle, hoping the lion wouldn't look up and see him. Would be a very difficult explanation of why he was here, floating in a black stealth suit and hacking gear. His paw came into contact with the metal of the battlesuit and there was a moment of surprise. There was a warmth to the material, not the cold sterile feeling of metal and almost swore he felt it react to his touch.
Shaking his head, his imagination had to be playing tricks on him due to the lack of gravity, and his body reacting to it. The sooner he had the suit in his possession and the faster he got away from here, the better it would be on his nerves. Sliding his bare footpaws into the cockpit, he almost gave away the fact he was there. There felt like something almost liquid on the floor inside the suit. Taking a moment to compose himself and calm his breathing, he looked around the cockpit and was slightly confused.
The chamber was a better way to describe it, only a few controls in the small space and one of them was close to the back of the suit. His finger brushed over the button watching the door lifted, closing behind him with a soft hiss of air. It left him bathed in black darkness where he couldn't see, he felt a bit of bile rise in his throat. That sensation of claustrophobia starting to overtake him. Between nerves and the slight panic, he was distracted from the fact the liquid at his feet worked its way up his body. Randall cried out in the suit when the cool liquid his calotropin neck, if not for the cockpit being closed, he probably would have given away his presence there.
Randall started to panic slightly in the enclosed space, paws trying to brush the liquid off him even as it covered his head. There was a moment of disorientation making him freeze, a voice echoed inside his head making him stiffen up.
"Battlesuit prototype lea recognizing new pilot. Mismatch detected. Cannot proceed." Randall realized that the battlesuit used nanoliquid to make the interface. Now he understood why his client wanted it, if they could reverse engineer the tech, they would make a fortune. He knew very little about nanoliquid, but that it was incredibly versatile and used primarily in the medical industry for healing and body modifications. This was the first instance that he could recall it being used as a combat interface system, he wasn't aware it had that capability. "Pilot Mismatch. Cannot activate battlesuit. Proceed with registering new pilot?"
There was another moment of confusion, why would a battlesuit have to register a pilot? This wouldn't be the first battlesuit he had been inside, but it was probably something to do with the nanoliquid interface. Taking a moment to draw a deep breath, he debated on the choice before answering. "Register new pilot."
There was a warmth that seemed to spread throughout his body, letting him relax as there was now an interface that he could react to it was almost as if he was looking through the battlesuits eyes. He could see around the hanger, hear everything going on. Randall didn't dare move his head, wasn't sure if the battlesuit would move with the gesture. His ears perked slightly, hearing the lion that was working on the suit breathing as it was astounding how much it felt as if the battlesuit was an extension of himself.
"Pilot registered, permission to correct mismatch issue and update records?" Why would there be some sort of mismatch with him being inside the suit. It said it was a Leo, and he was sure it was the correct suit since it recognized him being a lion inside the lion suit. He spoke up, getting a little frustrated trying to get a response from the interface.
"What mismatch is occurring? What would happen with correction?" Waiting for a response, seemingly felt like it was taking forever even though it was most likely only a few seconds before the battlesuit gave a response.
"Adapting pilot to be situated to piloting battlesuit, lacking necessary interface requirements." Randall gave a sigh of relief, figuring it was going to something far more involved. Maybe he was the wrong species or something that would require a species change or something. It was probably related to the fact he'd never interacted with a nanoliquid before, even with injuries preferred healing the old natural way. It left him with a few scars, the worst bit being a bit of his mane split with a scar from an accident on a heist once.
"Proceed with adaption." Slight grunt escaping his muzzle, feeling the liquid around his form tightening up. It only helped to make him aware of how snug his stealth suit was, though it felt like the fabric hugging his body was being melted away. There was that initial tightness around his sheath, fading away after a few moments replaced with a slight warm tingly sensation. The sensation disappeared after a few moments, though now it felt slightly tight around his chest as if it had swelled. Randall hoped the nanoliquid didn't dissolve his stealth suit, it wasn't something that you came across easily with the material it was made from.
Blissfully unaware, Randall allowed the nanoliquid to continue its "adaption" of his body. The lion slowly losing that bulk and muscular definition to his form. His sheath and balls, shrank and drew into his body being replaced with a very feminine mound causing that warmth for a few moments. His muscular chest losing that tone, breasts swelling and pressing at his stealth suit. The suit did its job, adjusting to the changes and hugging the lion's body even as it became a lioness. The nanoliquid even changed the fur tone, losing that black mane and dark tan fur being replaced. The mane transformed into shoulder length blonde colored hair, his dark tan coat going to an almost white color.
Randall spoke up, not realizing that their voice had changed with the rest of their body. That deep voice bass replaced with a somewhat deep but unmistakably feminine voice. "Can the battlesuit be powered up silently to avoid detection?"
"Pilot wanting to engage stealth mode?" Randall's muzzle turned up into a grin, hearing the words they expected. Nodding an affirmative, feeling a hum inside the cockpit where they were. More systems came online, their interface becoming more detailed showing things to their eyes including fuel and loadout. Shame there were no weapons installed currently, but booster rockets registered online. Accessing the systems, the connection interface was sable and shield phasing was intact and active. She could slip out of the hanger without giving the other lion a chance to react, or risk being blown out into space by dropping hanger shields.
"Prepare to engage rockets on my mark." Tensing up slightly preparing for the sensation of g forces from the propulsion of the engines. "Mark." Turning and lunging towards the shield, the battlesuit seemed an extension of their body. The sensation was incredible and was going to need to get one of these for themselves when they came to the market. There was briefest bit of resistance when the battlesuit hit the shield, but phased through it without any issue. They heard someone yell out.
"Hey! Where are you going?!" The voice probably belonged to the lion in the hanger, but it sounded like it was in their ears and not through a set of speakers. There was a slight disorientation once they were beyond the spacestation into actual space. They tried to remember the direction of their shuttle, didn't want to risk scanning with the battlesuit in case it relayed that information back to the station.
There were a few asteroids around the station, glancing around and preparing to launch themselves towards the ones Randall was certain their shuttle was hiding. There was a timer letting them know when the boosters would be at full power, getting ready to launch again. Using the positioning thrusters, Randall moved themselves away from the station and tried to get out of visual range.
Moments before the thrusters engaged, a voice echoed in Randall's head almost if they were shouting right behind them. The thrusters seemed to act on instinct, rotating the battlesuit to face the voice. They couldn't believe it; the other lion suit was out and about to slam into them.
"Hey, stop! That suit isn't ready for use yet." Battlesuits paws came up in a defensive stance, bracing for the impact feeling the screeching as the two suits collided in space. "Are you okay? I didn't think the institute sent out a new pilot for the lea suit."
Randall realized that the other pilot wasn't aware they were attempting to steal the suit. Thinking it was someone from the institute to test or work on them. She had a moment of concern; the institute wasn't exactly known for being compassionate towards those that caused them issues. She knew from her years of being a thief that they pretended to be a legit research group, but secretly were run by a cadre of supervillains. A public face of benevolent research group, it was much darker than that and did some very illegal research. She was now concerned about what exactly they were stealing.
"Um yah, just arrived a bit ago. Wanted to take the suit out and see what it was capable of so far. Wasn't using any other systems than thrusters to check mobility and sensors." Moments passed, hoping that the other lion wouldn't push the issue and check in to see who they were.
"Need to be careful. That nanoliquid is still fairly experimental, causing overloads on the nervous systems of previous pilots." Randall wondered if that's why the suit needed to adapt them for piloting the battlesuit. Their tail flicked side to side inside the cockpit, feeling almost as if the suit's tail was moving along with theirs. If they had checked their visual sensors, they would have realized it was. "Though, it's amazing you're sustaining yourself inside the suit longer than anyone before."
"That's right, the suit did an adaption technique to let me pilot. Maybe the previous pilots didn't register with the nanoliquid, that could have caused the issue." Randall was now pulling things out their ass to try and bluff their way out. It made sense to them, if the other pilots hadn't registered maybe that's why the system overloaded their nervous system.
"Hmm. None of the previous pilots, least those that could talk mentioned it." Those words sent a chill down Randall's spine. Seemed they lucked out and hadn't been sent into shock or worse. They shifted slowly inside the cockpit, feeling the jets adjusting the suits orientation listening to the lion continue to speak. "It makes sense, what's your name? Haven't received a crew manifest of recruits, so wasn't aware about a lioness being sent out."
"It's Randa." They cut themselves off, expecting a lioness name and not that of another guy." It's Randi, who are you if I can ask?" There was a pause, hoping they wouldn't see through this facade while they Randi made preparations of how to escape. Utilizing the stealth mode, they sent out a signal to their shuttle prepping the system to receive them so they could escape while it was possible.
"Well Randi, nice to meet you. Grateful they sent another feline. Tired of the endless stream of wolves, bears to run more tests on their suits. Actually, something I wanted to test with this suit." Randall tried to move, watching the other suit getting close. Cables of the male extending out line tendrils and connecting to their own suit. "It's a link system, allows simulated connection to speak." She went to protest, their displaying went blindingly bright washing everything out, paws coming to block their eyes.
Moments later, Randall opened her eyes to a sense of confusion. Seemingly inside an inky dark space with nothing there other than the lion floating there. They had to hide their concern, looking down realizing why the other lion thought they were a lioness. The battlesuit changed their appearance as part of the stealth mode, or something very wrong happened during the adaption process. Looking over, she saw the other lion more muscular than they looked from the view in the hanger, but covered in pure white fur with a pitch-black mane.
"Where are my manners, Randi. I'm William, also known as white lion." Gesturing to themselves with their paws, grinning. "Think it's obvious where the name is from." Randall had some concerns, hearing rumors about that name. An unbalanced technomancer that was extremely talented but lack a moral compass.
"Well nice to meet you, where are we?" Trying to get some answers, and delaying them as long as they could for their shuttle to power up. They couldn't help but jump feeling a shockwave from behind as something exploded. They tried to turn their head, limited due to the mane connected to them. "What the fuck?"
"Oh, asteroids Yah. That's why we are out here doing research. They can be unstable, stray energy, solar radiation, we haven't figured out what causes them to detonate. It happens, taking out everything within a few hundred feet of it." Randall wasn't trying to panic, their signal from their shuttle was dead, the explosion was probably their ship setting off an asteroid. On the upside, their presence wouldn't be detected but their escape was not cut off.
Floating there in the inky darkness, Randall composed themselves before speaking up. "So, this connection, is it just speech or?" The lion grinned nodding, giving a wave of their paw towards the darkness.
"At this time yes. I haven't been able to get different types of nanoliquid to communicate further than that. Allows both pilots to see each other, speak with a faster connection." The look of confusion on their face must have been evident as William continued. "What feels like an eternity to us, is actually just a few seconds in real time. We are communicating much faster than normal. Right now, seems only similar species of battlesuits are able to do so. No cross talk between us and a wolf suit for example. Now let's go inside before anymore asteroids detonate. Sometimes it sets off a chain-reaction."
Reluctantly Randall decided that was the best course of action, feeling a slight jarring sensation as the connection was severed. They weren't quite sure what they were going to do if the lion looked into them actually being at the station. She allowed the battlesuit to drift back into the space station, going through the shield with no delay this time. Their footpaws, no the battlesuits feet connected with the metal floor of the station. They could swear they felt the cooler sensation of the metal through her feet.
"Fuck, what am I going to do?" Looking around, still inside the suit's interface they tried to think for several moments. "How do I disengage and leave the suit?" There was a momentary pause before a button came to hover in the air labelled disengage. Resting their paw on it a moment before pressed it down. Like in a movie, it felt like they were falling bracing themselves as if they were going to smack into the ground.
A soft hiss drew their attention behind them, a rush of air filling the cockpit as light poured in. Randi was now standing there, nanoliquid pooled around their feet like when they entered the battlesuit. Nervously glancing down, they felt dizzy realizing that their form in the inky darkness wasn't an effect of the stealth suit but that they were actually a lioness! Everything seemed to start spinning before they fell into unconsciousness.
They came to a while later, sitting up in a darkened room. Glancing around it took them a few moments to realize where they were. Running a paw down their body confirming this wasn't terrible nightmare, but the nanoliquid had actually transferred them into a lioness. There were a few moments before Randall realized they were naked under the blankets. Now they were concerned who had seem them without their clothes. Taking a moment before inhaling and calming themselves, they called out.
"Hello? Anyone around?" Ears perked hearing a shuffling from the other room, seeing William enter the room.
"Ahh, you're awake." He, well Randall had to correct themselves, she could tell there was a bit of trepidation on William's face. "Think there are somethings to explain, since I know you aren't from the institute. I haven't disclosed that part to the station manager... yet." The way they phrased it sent chills down Randall's spine. Randall drew the blanket up, realizing they were inadvertently putting their breasts on display. A bit of blush showed on the other lion's ears. "Sorry, didn't mean to stare. A bit of research, know you aren't from the hero society leaving a few options."
Randall drew a sigh, deciding their best bet right now was to come clean. Their options for escape had been cut off for the time being.
"No. I'm not with the institute or the hero society. Just a master thief and until a few hours ago, a rather happy lion. Fucking battlesuit turned me into a damn lioness." There was anger in their voice, not that they were trying to hide that fact. "What the hell, Nanoliquid shouldn't have that kind of capability to change a person's gender and everything." There was a look of confusion on William's face, hearing the words coming from Randall's muzzle.
"Not going to say you're wrong on that front. I've spent the last few years modifying the ones in the battlesuits we were in. They're light years ahead of anything currently on the market in ability it seems." Randall listened, trying to figure out if they were lying to trying to coax more info from them. "All the suits in the hanger share the same basic nanoliquid. Allows for neural connection for faster response, like it's an extension of your body. Though there were feedback issues on the lea suit. Never considered it needed to register, that was an update from old medical software we had on file."
"Think it's been modded a bit more than you're hinting at. What happens to me now? Going to turn me in?" Randall spoke up, keeping the blanket wrapped around themself. "Guessing the stealth suit and gear gave it away I wasn't from the institute?" There was a slight nod from the other lion.
"Yep, that isn't standard issue gear for us. It's there beside the bed, haven't messed with it. Brought you to my room, put you into bed after getting the suit off. Wasn't sure if it would be good to leave on." There was nervousness with Randall looking at William. "Don't worry, I was only here long enough to get the suit off and get you into bed. Not sure what to do. Can't let you stay here too long; someone may look into it." She watched William rub his temples slowly. "Frustrating, since you're the only one who operated the suit without any seemingly ill effects." That last sentence sent Randall off.
"No fucking ill effects?!" Trying to keep themselves calm and not too loud, unsure if any other rooms were close enough to overhear them. "Was a fucking guy not that long ago. Now I've got pussy and tits, that's no ill effects?"
"Whoa, I didn't mean it that way. You aren't a vegetable, dead or paralyzed like everyone who's been inside that battlesuit." Shaking their head before speaking up. "I can probably keep you here for a week or two at best before questions start happening. Do you have a shuttle..."? They seemed to realize. "That explosion, that was probably your shuttle setting off the asteroids, wasn't it?"
"I'm guessing so, since the signal went dead the second the asteroid exploded. Will they find anything?" Randall let the sheet slide down, getting up from the bed. Grateful for the zero gravity of the station for once, their balance off due to the changes.
"No, when the asteroids go off, it annihilates everything in its radius at an atomic level. Your secret is safe that way at least. Worse case, they'd assume you were a stowaway." Randall was now aware of William looking at them, floating in the room naked as a jaybird. It was clear their gaze that they were physically attracted to the other lion, if the bulge in their jumpsuit was something to go by.
Randall shook their head, trying to clear their thoughts as they never felt an attraction to another male before, also wasn't intending to change that anytime soon. They couldn't help it, from where they were floating looking at the other lion. They were drawn to that bulge tenting out their jumpsuit, nostrils drawing in the scents of the room and could swear they could smell their arousal.
"What happens to a stowaway?" Trying to keep the subject and focus on something other than sex. It was weird, they never really though it before. When they did usually engage, it was means to an end of a heist. Now for some reason, that was filling their head and why wouldn't that damn smell in the air go away?
"Usually end up in the brig, forgotten about or shipped back to the institute as a volunteer." Randall watched as they shifted in their spot where they were sitting, that bulge seeming to twitch under the fabric, feeling William's eyes roaming over her body. "Right now, told the watch you were an intern I asked to help with research."
Randall had to close her eyes to get it out of her head, the smell wasn't helping though. She could feel that warmth from before again, now spreading throughout their body. It felt like a nagging itch.
"An intern for research... I bet." Letting her breath slow, making it easier to focus. "So how would I get back to being a guy? Maybe I could try going into your suit?" Opening her eyes, seeing William shaking his head.
"That would be too risky, the Leo suit is currently registered to my form only. If you had tried to operate it as a guy, you'd probably be the newest vegetable for our garden, shipped to the institute for care." Randall watched his paw slide down his form adjusting himself, hearing William growl in pleasure. That sent a thrill up her spine for some reason, knowing she had that effect on him. "Sorry, can't help it. Been three years at least since I'd seen a lioness. Plenty of other species, but just not our own."
"No. It's um fine. I don't mind. Guess I can't go by Randall anymore then." Pushing off the ceiling to settle down to the floor standing there. "Guess I'll just go by Randi for the time being when we figure it out. What will I do for clothes?"
"Hmm, we have a few jumpsuits and one might fit you until I can get you off the station. Think the battlesuits are back to the inner system for review in the next week. Can help me show that they work, keep you from getting into trouble meanwhile." Randi watching him stand up and float towards her, his paws resting on her hips. "Should be fairly easy to convince and doctor some notes that appeal legit enough. They never pay attention to the interns that often."
Randi wanted to try and focus what he was saying, though it was hard with him being this close and them almost floating into the air. That tented bulge was pressing against her groin, and she could feel the heat of it through the material against her groin. It didn't help her thoughts, just whispered some vague affirmative. She closed her eyes when those paws begin to stroke her hips, it felt so nice.
"H... Hey, what are you doing?" Trying to shake her head to clear it realizing that the other lion was being affectionate in a way that would be more than considered friendly.
"Can't pass up this moment of scientific curiosity, want to see how much of a lioness you are." Randi Groaned softly feeling William grinding that tented bulge against her groin making her whimper in pleasure. With the lack of gravity in the room she couldn't get the proper leverage to push him away from her though she wasn't sure if she wanted to. "Aren't you the least bit curious how thorough the changes were?"
"Don't want to get stuffed with your cock, I'm a guy. There has to be a way to turn me back." Even saying the words, she could hear the lack of confidence, and it didn't help how nice it felt something grinding against her. Felt like there was an itch that needed to be scratched and knew this was the easiest way to get that done. The decision was made even harder when his paws slid up cupping her breasts hefting them gently, slightly brushing his thumbs over her nipples. Each touch felt like an electric thrill racing down her spine making her whimper out in pleasure against her better judgement.
"See that's it, just relax and enjoy it. It's not really that bad, is it?" Arching her back, pressing her chest into those fondling paws moaning quietly. She rested her paw on his belly stroking gently fumbling with the buttons on his jumpsuit. "That's it, my groin feels a bit tight, you should help loosen that huh?" Randi squirmed there even as they floated over a foot off the floor from their motions moving upwards in the room. She moved her paw lower starting to fumble with the buttons on the jumpsuit. Softly groaning when her fingers brushed against stiff flesh jutting out from William's sheath, nostrils flaring inhaling the musky scent. That aroused male musk made her head swim dizzyingly even as she tried to keep her focus. Maybe if she got him off, it wouldn't go further and he'd be satisfied.
That idea while sounding good in practice but with how things were progressing, there was little doubt it would end that way. Randi wasn't thinking clearly, digits wrapped around that length stroking slowly over its length. She savored the growls that she coaxed from William's muzzle. The fact that she was making him make those sounds made her excitement grow a bit more, realizing that his shaft was fairly large even his barbs were larger compared to what she could recall of her own length.
"W... We really shouldn't let this go too far." Groaning, ears perking listening to William's heavy breathing as her own matched his with their growing excitement. She stroked his length, letting that tapered tip brush against her pubic fur coating her with sticky precum.
"Yah, we don't want any accidents before we try and figure out how to get you back to normal." Randi lifted her head even as those words were breathed against her neck fur, making her whimper out softly in need. One of William's paw slides along her leg, not resisting with he drew it upwards pulling her closer to him. Fingers released that grip on his leaking shaft, feeling it brush against her swollen mound. "That's it, let it happen... we both need this." Nodding slowly, even as she realized what he was intending to do with a mixture of trepidation and need.
Arching her back, feeling William pressing inside that intimate area that just a few hours prior she was a male lion, proud and dominant. Was she going to end up being some obedient lioness giving into the needs of another lion? All those urges and protested ideas fading when William thrust himself inside her. Randi closed her eyes, feeling like she saw stars. The sudden sensation of being full unlike anything she had felt before. Paws gripped William's shoulders through his jumpsuit, claws unsheathing and tightening their grip. It wasn't like Randi hadn't been with both guys and girls when they were male, this was a much different sensation though. Any thought of him having to stop or pull out, the thought of risk of getting pregnant left her mind, numbing pleasure wiping any thoughts.
It was several moments before Randi was able to open her eyes, feeling William slowly rocking his hips against her, dragging that length in and out. The barbs added a very slight stinging sensation that only added to the feeling. She could see the room rotating around them, realizing that they were now just floating in the middle of the room. Each motion making them drift in a slightly different directly. She lifted a paw from William's shoulder to push off the wall before they collided with it, trying to focus and clear her head.
"You need to pull out soon." Randi heard William grunt and bite her neck, that rough tongue licking the fur. The feeling of teeth making her yowl slightly, hips bucking slightly against her. "Oh Fuck." She hated how good it felt, and how hard it was to focus on anything but that length inside her, walls clenching slightly realizing exactly how risky this was.
"Pull out, yah... can't risk." Growling into her neck fur, Randi leaned her head back muzzle agape feeling those teeth dragging along the tender skin under her fur. "Cumming inside a lioness and making her all mine." She moaned out loudly, the words triggering something inside her. She couldn't help but stiffen up and tighten up around that length inside her. Even the feeling of barbs stiffening made her realize how close he was starting to get. Her orgasm washed over her like waves of an ocean, no matter how she tried to fight the sensation it just felt too good, threatening to drown her if she wasn't careful. "Think you like that idea, going to make you cum again for me."
"I... I'm not yours and won't be." Trying to sound confident, protesting even as her body craved more of that feeling. They were still slowly spiraling around the room, just letting them bump against whatever they floated into. Soft moans escaped her muzzle feeling William's thrusts starting to speed up and grow rougher with intensity. Randi felt herself rocking her hips against him, finding it difficult to care about anything other than that building pleasure. She knew this orgasm was going to be more intense and stronger, even though it was bad idea to want it, almost craved to have it happen.
"That's its Randall, give in. Soon..." She whimpered softly like a lioness in heat, clawing at his back now with her eyes closed tightly. Part of her knew she should stop, but she no longer cared. All she wanted was to feel that pleasure to keep building. Hearing her name, made her ears perk giving a soft whimpering moan in response.
"C... Call me Randi." William's jumpsuit was torn from her clawing, hips trying to meet his own thrusts. It would have been easier if there had been a way to brace themselves, the floating just meant they bumped into things before a rough thrust pushed them away from whatever they were against. Those heavy growls filled her ears, bucking against him the best she could. Randi pulled her neck away from his muzzle, tilting her head down to kiss William firmly. Their lips met for a moment before parting, tongues wrestling with one another.
Randi felt those paws slide down to grasp her soft rump, pulling her against him with each thrust. Those barbs dragged along her walls digging into her tender flesh now as they no longer felt soft, but rather stiff. A little voice in the back of her head told her what was about to happen, almost trying to warn her, but she no longer cared running more on need and instinct than being sensible. She pulled at his jumpsuit, moaning into kiss eagerly awaiting that sensation her body seemed to be aching for. Her eyes were still closed even William broke, leaning in and growling deeply in her ear.
"Too late now... You're my lioness." A sudden moment of clarity filled Randi's mind, realizing what William just said. Eyes snapped open, feeling that shaft swelling inside her even as the head pressed against something deep inside her. It seemed like an eternity there was that twitching, then a rush of warm wetness that started to flood her depths. The realization that she lost that moment of having him pull out and he was climaxing inside her, sent her over that edge.
If the orgasm she felt before was intense, this was completely different sensation and feeling. She tightened her grip on him not wanting him to move, her walls suddenly tender of almost oversensitive to those barbs digging into her flesh. Her gaze became unfocused, seeing stars on the edges of her vision a loud yowling escaping her muzzle. Her hips bucked slightly, each motion making the pleasure more intense even trying to hold herself still. Claws dug into William's back, ignoring the pained grunts needing to hold him close.
It felt like an eternity to Randi, unable to focus on anything but that sensation of something inside that her walls could clench around in an almost feeble attempt to keep inside. The feeling of barbs and being held close that kept her calm even as that warmth spread deeper inside. There was a bit before she could focus again, even though it felt like forever for Randi it was closer to just a few minutes. Groaning weakly, she slowly relaxed her grip on William panting in a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion.
"Sorry, I don't know what came over me." The feeling of him staying close was nice, his paws were stroking her back gently. Randi felt a little bit of heat in her ears, blushing when she started to purr from the attention. William's voice filled her ear softly.
"It's okay, think a moment of our need took over. I'm normally not like this." Slowly she looked him, withdrawing her claws from his back, feeling a little bad when he winced. "That's going to leave a mark, going to be sore for a few days. Though it was worth it I think." A slight chuckle escaped the lion's muzzle.
That bit of affection changed, giving a slight hiss and trying to claw at him when William pushed away drifting back as his shaft slipped free. Those barbs raked her overly tender and stinging but in unpleasant and painful way. Even as she drifted back, missing him by what would be a ridiculous amount looking down and feeling very conscious of her state of nudity and undress.
There was a mixture of William and her own juices floating in the air. His was much thicker of course due to what was leaking from her, being slightly tinged red. She realized that it didn't occur to her that she would be a virgin or even be intact. Even with that realization she had a feeling of emptiness and almost regretted the fact she wanted to feel him inside her once more, even with the risks involved.
"Why did you then?" Looking over at William, hoping that maybe there was an answer that made sense. Groaning she pushed over the ceiling to get herself down to the bed, at least she could wrap the sheet around herself to have a semblance of decency. It didn't really help that William seemed to not care he was practically naked, his jumpsuit ripped up quite a bit from her claws. That shaft that was inside her, just slightly bobbing away from his body with his heartbeat.
"Think it has something to do with the interface of the suits. It's supposed to make the pilots connected, to want to protect and help each other." Randi watched him slowly stroke his length squeezing it and coaxing out a bit of seed that just floated in the air of the room. "Hmm, that's going to be frustrating to clean up later." A slight laugh escaped both their muzzles, she watched him push towards her sitting down on the bed beside her. "I swear, I'll try and see what I can do about getting you back to being a guy after... well everything."
Randi nodded slowly leaning against the other lion giving a slight grown even as she felt that rush of pleasure and ache starting to settle. Her nostrils breathed in his thick scent, it was so nice and warm making her head swim slightly being this close. She tried to focus even as her paw slid down along his length moving to wrap around that length before speaking up softly.
"I can't believe this thing fit inside me." She heard William growl, giving a slight shudder next to her. It was almost as if her body wasn't listening to her, fingers slowly stroked over his shaft in a way she remembered feeling good when she was male. Ears were perked listening to other lion, holding back a giggle from the sounds he was making.
"Hey, think you should stop. Don't think you're thinking clearly." Randi leaned in nuzzling at his cheek fur softly, gently nibbling with her paw stroking and teasing those barbs. Letting her other paw drift down to caress her mound, groaning softly at the feeling.
"You're the one who said I was your lioness." He was probably right; she should stop but all she wanted to do was touch and be close to him. Her paw wrapped around his length, stroking a bit faster feeling that length twitch and leak juices into the air seeing it floating there. Licking his cheek, she stroked a bit faster making him moan softly. "That's it, just relax and enjoy it... we both want it."
Randi kept up the attentions to his shaft, feeling the barbs flex against her fingers each time they stroked upwards towards the head making sure to tease them knowing how it felt when they used to be male. Lifting her other paw, she rubbed the mixed juices on William's muzzle hearing him groan deeply after breathing in. His words were too mixed with moans, but she figured she was doing something right and began to go faster.
"Do you really want me to stop William? Do you want your lioness to make her lion cum again?" William's nod and moans were the only answer he gave her; it was what she was hoping for. Lifting her muzzle pressing it to his ear nibbling on the rim slightly. "That's it, just think of fucking me full of cubs and making my flat belly all round with kittens." Stroking that shaft, it felt like it swelled in her grip. After a bit she spend up her motions coaxing more moans and growls filling the air before he bucked his hips.
"Fuck yes. Take my cubs!" Moaning out, she savored hearing those words echo in the room. She didn't stop stroking making a milking motion along his length. Thick ropes of seed jetting from his length into the air floating across the room. Randi watched nearly a dozen jets escape before ebbing off, seeing it float across the room before hitting the wall.
"Good boy, that makes a lioness happy." Letting her fingers squeeze and caress that shaft even as it started to soften and retract back into its sheath after a few minutes of teasing. Even realizing that the load he shot across the room was nothing compared to what was inside her, Randi would worry about that later. Licking his cheek, smiling and softly whispering. "Where can I get a shower? Guessing you're probably tired after making two big messes..."
"Across the hall is a shower and dryer unit, I can assure you'll probably sleep good after this. Been a while since I'd been with a lioness or anyone else." Taking a few minutes to try and help clean up the mess in the room, Randi was satisfied. "I'll Be here waiting for you to get back." She watched him slowly crawl into bed, starting to relax a bit.
"Don't worry, I'll try and hurry. I wouldn't mind a bit more sleep." Carefully sliding the door open, Randi glanced up and down the hallway, seeing no one around she placed both paws on either side of the doorway giving a slight push. Slowly drifting across to the other door, opening the door letting it close behind silently. A quick glance showed a bathroom, sink and a multipurpose shower stall. She took a moment, looking at herself in the mirror allowing it to sink in that she was really a lioness and wasn't a horrible dream.
Moments of reflection, letting a sigh escape her muzzle, missing the normal face that would be looking back at her in mirror. Missing was that classic lion look, thick heavy mane that was an inky black mess of hair. Gone was that luxuriously soft covering of dark tan fur along their body, replaced with an almost white fur that had a tinge of blond to its color. Letting a paw brush through where their mane would have been, replaced with an almost silver blond hair that was just over shoulder length framing their head. Randi could tell she was shorter than before but probably by only a few inches hopefully, would have to check later. Paws cupped her breasts, giving them a slight heft and making herself shiver. They felt similar in size to a peach, but she had no real idea what that meant in size.
"I can't believe I got myself into this fucking mess." Resting her forehead against the mirror, now that she could breathe clean purified air and take a moment to compose herself, she realized that she acted like some horny teenager back in the room with William. "I need to get out of here, find someone who could help change me back, and then figure out what the hell to do." She was grateful for the fact that neither the ship she came in, or her suit had any sort of identifying records so that they could track her back and figure out who she really was. There wasn't any sort of doubt that this crew would appreciate a thief in their midst.
That was going to be a task for when she was done getting cleaned up, stepping into the shower and closing the door hearing that hiss as the chamber became airtight. It was one of the things she didn't care for in space stations, that need to make sure water or other things would get around to floating in the air and causing problems. Turning the water on, a slight gasp escaped her muzzle.
"Fucking hell. Even on a space station, can't get hot water when turning on a shower." It took maybe a minute for the temperature to get up to what she would consider at least hot enough to shower, she preferred it to be hotter but realized that was probably a luxury they didn't have on the station. The only upside to this type of shower, with the constant spray of water downward, almost felt as if she was somewhere with some sort of gravity. Randi just let the water soak into her fur, trying to wash away the mixture of embarrassment, and confusion she was feeling at this point. With a clear head, it was a lot easier to realized what she had done with someone she didn't know. There was going to be fallout to deal with from that act itself, but right now she could at least physically clean herself before having to deal with her emotions.
Slowly running her paws along her body, soaping up and lathering her fur trying to relax and calm herself down. This was going to change things quite a bit if she can't find someone who can figure how out how to return them to their previous form. She let the water and soap do its job, soaking into her fur getting herself clean the best she could and trying to be discreet even unsure how to entirely wash some areas. For a few idle moments, she stood there just letting the hot water wash over her body not doing anything hoping that they'd open their eyes and they would be back to normal and this was some weird dream or something.
Turning on the dryers snapped Randi out of her idle staring, the rush of air from above and below made her jump a bit at the sudden change in sensation. Letting the hot dry air rush over her body wasn't too bad, deciding maybe looking into getting something like this when she got back home and away from this nightmare. It took almost no time in all to get dried compared to the normal method she'd use. Stepping out of the stall, a slight sigh escaped her muzzle looking in the mirror and seeing that lioness still returning her glances. Taking time, she brushed out her fur with the brush that was in the cabinet hoping it didn't belong to anyone that would get upset about it.
Returning to the room, she grinned a bit seeing William snoring away quietly in the bed. Would be an easy time to figure out how to escape and get out of this area, if she had some idea what would be able to use for escape. Picking up her stealth suit, she tapped at the remote system hoping something or anything would show up. Just as Randi was starting to lose hope, she received a response from her ship. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out in elation, it wasn't destroyed in the explosion in the asteroid field. She looked over and saw that William was still asleep, giving a little exhale realizing she had been holding her breath. Her ship hadn't been destroyed, the shockwave from the explosion had knocked it offline and the repair systems took a bit to bring it back online.
Slipping the stealth suit back, she sighed slightly tugging at some spots on the suit as it wasn't quite the same fit that it was previously. They had the ability to do limited adjustments, but probably a bit much to expect it to adapt to a completely different gender. The suit was tight mostly around her breasts and hips, though wasn't the worst fit she had with these utility items. Taking a look around the room, she realized that she was in William's quarters and thankfully they were almost directly next to the hanger. That was going to make her escape a bit easier to manage at least. In one of the drawers in the wall, she found a contact chiplet and decided to pocket it just in case she had changed her mind about contacting the lion.
Quietly making her way back to the hanger, she looked at the battlesuits and figured if she's going to steal one it will be the lioness. No sense in risking anything else happening to her, no telling exactly what would occur. Floating across the hanger, she pulled herself around to the back and once again slipped inside the cockpit. Randi could taste a bit of bile rising in her throat from the anxiety as she was enclosed on darkness once more. She could feel the cockpit's nanoliquid making its way up along her body to enclose and help her interface with the battlesuit. Her client had only specified that it had to be a lion suit, didn't specify if there had to be a gender assigned to the suit. Once the interface came up into her view, she enabled stealth mode and set the suit to activate for space flight.
Randi ran a system diagnostic, identifying any system that may give anyone a way to track her position or where the suit was ending up. There was only one thing on the suit that would allow them to track her, she used the suits own systems to remove the tracker leaving it sitting on the floor of the hanger before engaging the systems to leave the hanger. Using the barest minimum of thrusters, she piloted the battlesuit out of the hanger keeping everything to the barest of use to avoid any sort of detection. It was a nerve wracking nearly twenty minutes of using thrusters and drifting before Randi finally saw her space ship come into the viewfinder of the battlesuit.
It took a moment for Randi to recall her vocal code to register herself with her space ship, due to the changes she went through and no longer being recognized by the ship's internal computer. Once the battlesuit was secured, she settled down to the piloting seat setting the jump coordinates. Strapping herself in, feeling that slight vibration throughout the entire ship as it began its jump folding space on itself to transverse large distances in little time. There was an uneasy few moments for the beginning of each jump where you hoped it would go through, and not end up swallowing your ship to whatever place the space folded itself through.
It was a few weeks later when she met up with her client, wearing a well pressed black suit. She explained to her client she represented the thief she had dealt with and the suit would be transferred to their facility upon payment. Randi had made a rather sizeable purse from that job and afterwards tried several different options to look into options for trying to be reversed back to her male form. It seems that the change wasn't the simple process that was done previously at other facilities, but a change to her entire genetic makeup and her previous dna no longer existed for them to use as a base.
At the current point, Randi sighed and settled into the chair in her home trying to decide what her options would be going forward. Should she continue being a thief or use the large purse to retire quietly without anyone knowing what happened to Randall, the thief extraordinaire. She ran a paw along the curve of her belly, she would have plenty of time to decide, since it seems that the interaction with William testing out the changes made a rather memorable gift for her to remember him by. The changes to her body with pregnancy and the therapy she had sought out made a difference with dealing with the changes and at this point if there was choice to return to what she was before it would be difficult to decide if she'd follow through and become male once more.