{"sf1_id":265831,"sf2_id":"AnKbvkEm","title":"Purrfect","author":"Pannonfur","words":8368,"posted_at":"2011-07-08T19:41:00.000Z","tags":["Cat","F/F","Feline","Female","Lesbian","M'raava","Military","Mocha","Oral","Sex","Statik","mech","navy","porn"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/265831-purrfect","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKbvkEm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0e/2f/0e2f213b-8c62-49af-b727-b4a6c9139b2d","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp; From the editors  \n  \nWe've made some changes to the original story, making it fit with  \nthe rest of M'raava's universe. Because of that some parts were  \nrewritten. However, were possible we tried to maintain as much of  \nthe original as possible.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Elia.\n\nMocha is from Statik.\n\nMade for his contest,edited by the ever talented Elia.  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nMocha stood in a wast and almost empty hangar, wondering why the  \nhell the studio's head sent her here. It was a military  \ninstallation for goddess's sake! Also her assigned MP Ensign  \nescort gave her the creeps! Well, the male was fine, but as a  \nsoldier.. Brrr! Human warfare was against her kinds taste. She  \ncouldn't imagine how humans survived all those years without  \nwiping themselves off from the face of Earth. As for the  \nS'hestirs, they were peaceful. The aliens - the Glonk - brought  \nthem here from their medieval, matriarchal homeworld when they  \nsucked it dry. They were intended as future slaves when the  \nGlonks reed the Earth of humans. However humans fought back -  \nsomething that Glonks have yet to experience - and they fought  \nwith all their might. Yet the final blow came from the inside.  \nThe feline people sabotaged some some of the ships, rendering  \nthem defenseless or simply making them crash into earth or moon.  \nHumans took the opportunity, the weaken enemy fell and by some  \nmiracle her people survived. She was a third generation of her  \nkind here, born and raised on earth, fully integrated into  \nsociety. She yawned, all of that happened many years ago, too  \nmany to trouble her head. for her all of this was boring.  \nEspecially standing in the middle of that damn old, stinky  \nhangar, waiting for goddess know what.\n\n\u0026nbsp; They recently rented it from the Navy. Her boss said it was a  \nperfect location for a second studio of their quickly developing  \nporn company. Yep, porn was her business and this building was  \ngoing to be her new working place but currently it was dark and  \nempty. Almost empty. One thing, a 35 tons of a thing, still  \noccupied a large space in the northern corner.  \n  \nA battlemech. Old, unarmed, training unit. However it was still  \nan actual mecha so the MPs had to stay until it's removal and  \nwhat's worse, she had to wait for it. To top it off, there was  \nalso the matter of handling all those formalities at the local  \nMP's office which basically meant another appointment with that  \nmiddle aged MP representative. He had short receding hair, bear  \nlike posture and a look of a - slightly overweighted - drill  \nsergeant. And not just the look, the attitude... Urgh!  \n  \n\"Is it really so serious? So many soldiers in the local garrison  \nand nobody can handle this whatever walking thingie?\" She asked  \nirritated, her tail swishing vigorously from side to side. Her  \nboss said it will be an easy job but again, she was a porn  \nactress, not a secretary.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I assure you miss, it is. Military equipment must be handle with  \ngreat care, especially weapons miss. It would be too dangerous to  \nallow untrained personnel operate it. We will start as soon as  \nthe mech pilot arrives.\"  \n  \n\"Then why is is taking so freaking dam long? Somebody at the base  \ncan surely drive that ting!\"  \n  \n\"Please understand miss we don't have enough pilots available.  \nThere are major defense-war-games at the outer space colonies.\"  \nHe frowned looking at the old mecha.  \n  \n\"And definitely not for this old lady. Older ones require pilots  \nwith a specialized service license to even start the engine.  \nHowever rest assured miss, we are prepared.\" He pointed at the  \ndoors where a pickup truck was standing, loaded with some fancy  \nequipment and cables running all around it. A bored looking man  \nstood leaning against it, yawning. She felt some sympathy.  \n  \n\"It's an APA car. It can kick start any mecha, plane, shuttle or  \nany other mobile equipment if needs arise. It will go swiftly.\"  \nhe explained.  \n  \n\"Swiftly?! I'm here already for two days, wasting my company's  \nmoney. They told me it will be just under a day and this is the  \nsecond one. Yesterday not a single pilot showed up and we stood  \nhere - just like this - for hours until they told us no one's  \ncoming!\" She hissed frustrated. The Ensign ignored her, a message  \ncame through his headset.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Good news miss! The car should arrive by eleven hundred hours  \nwith an officer who will move this baby to the carrier.\"  \n  \n\"Oh a whole officer?! Oh joy!\" She said in dire sarcasm. The man  \nthrown her a sharp look, suddenly her eyes found something very  \ninteresting on the ceiling as if trying to escape his gaze.  \n  \nOne day earlier.  \n  \nIt was definitely a beautiful day on the moon base - where a day  \ntakes about 29 Earth days - because it was the last day of duty  \nbefore her leave. M'raava finished packing her things to a large  \nsport bag, when the intercom beeped.  \n  \n\"M'raava here\" she spoke pressing the mic switch.  \n  \n\"Ma'am, the base commander wishes to see you ASAP.\" Capt. Alex  \nDrummnot - the chief's right hand - announced in his emotionless  \nvoice.  \n  \n\"Will be right there!\" She replied.  \n  \nWhy the chief? He rarely called her, she did her job well. There  \nwasn't anything he could want of her, unless... Her ears dropped.  \nLast time he assigned her a reporter to babysit, as if the cadets  \nweren't enough. That was the time when she got her nickname  \n\"Nanny\" witch magically appeared on her mech's cockpit some days  \nlater. She left it there because repainting the whole mecha was a  \npain in the ass and because she didn't really bother. Cadets  \ndubbed her nanny years ago and referred to her as such whenever  \nthey thought they got out of her earshot. Besides, she smiled,  \nthose three will remember their lesson. She gave them a little  \npeep talk about the proper use of epoxy paint and a brief  \ndemonstration of improper use of brushes. Three big paint brushes  \nwith very uncomfortably long and thick handles... They marched  \nout of her office rather pale, in a strange wobbly gait, with  \ntheir legs wide apart.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She strolled across the maze of the base's admin department and  \nwalked into the chief's aide office.  \n  \n\"Ah, Col. M'raava. Chief awaits you, go in.\" he greeted her  \nwithout even looking up from some papers.  \n  \n\"Thanks captain.\" She opened the door. Inside, a fifty eight  \nyears old, thin bold man sat in a boss-like chair, hidden behind  \na large desk.  \n  \n\"Reporting sir!\" She saluted. His gaze, as always, piercing the  \nvisitor.  \n  \n\"Lt. Colonel. Welcome and be seated.\"He spoke and contrary to his  \nlooks, his voice was very warm.  \n  \n\"Getting ready for the leave i see?\" He browsed through some  \npapers, M'raava caught a glimpse of the blue, leave request form  \nshe had printed this morning. Ow crap, ow crap! Her tail swished.  \nFemale s'hestirs in service were entitled to an additional one  \nweek on demand leave for her and her designated mate. All it took  \nwas a properly filled H347 form, med examination results and her  \nmate consent. All of with she included and right now, her request  \nwas the only thing currently occupying the chief's desk. He put  \naway Jean's medical report - it obviously stated M'raava might go  \nheat-insane any moment - and picked up Arpad consent.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Yes sir. Sir is anything wrong with my request?\" He smiled  \nleaning back in his chair, it was a question he was waiting for.  \n  \n\"No of course not. It's perfectly fine colonel. All it needs is  \nmy signature and you'll be free to go...\"M'raava relaxed a bit,  \nthose were fake. Jean happily stamped whatever they asked just to  \nget rid of them.  \n  \n\"But before you go, I'd like if you would consider doing me a  \nlittle favor. I called you here colonel because I have an extra  \ntask for you. As i said, it's not an order, just a favor. And  \nquite a profitable one i think. You will receive two more days to  \nyour leave, one for the deed and second a bonus. I suppose you  \nwant to spend as much free time with your new mate as possible.\"  \nHe winked at her.  \n  \n\"I was young too you know\" he smiled like an alligator, She  \nshuddered.  \n  \n\"What will it be sir?\" M'raava asked already knowing she's gonna  \nregreat it. The whole thing stank from the beginning, exactly  \nlike the last time.  \n  \n\"Tell me, are you familiar with the old Marabu I/C unit?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Yes sir, after my graduation I operated one of those for about a  \nyear. It was quite brief experience, a new model came into  \nservice and those units were decommissioned. \"  \n  \n\"Good. You see the thing is, MPs found one of those tucked in a  \nsupposedly empty warehouse that was being converted for civil  \nuse. It's located east of marabi base, near your home town.  \nTrouble is the mecha's parked in a way that somebody has to walk  \nit out and the greenhorns left there don't even know what it is.  \nAll the veterans are playing hide and seek at the outer zone  \nwar-games, you're probably the only person within five light  \nyears with a license for this old tincan.\" War-games... Her  \ninsides cramped in terror as he referred to it. It was more than  \nten years ago but she still could feel it, the agonizing pain in  \nher left arm. The memory was still fresh, a memory of her last  \ncombat mission. A mission when her arm was so badly injured.  \n  \nShe spent months in a recovery tank, floating in jell-o. After  \nthat the military medical board decided she wasn't so superb any  \nmore. She was promoted and put to second line as the mecha flight  \ninstructor of the Naval Academy at the Moon training base. All it  \ntook was just a second, a blink of an eye. A rocket blasted off  \nher mecha's left arm while the neurofeedback cooked her radial  \nnerve, getting her stuck in that dull moon base with all those  \nannoying cadets. Oh how much she envied those at the war games,  \nlucky bastards.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"It's not clear how it got there, somehow the surplus commission  \nleft it there. Either somebody screwed it or maybe because they  \nthought it was the easier way, shove it under the carpet. And you  \nknow how it is, it wasn't a problem until somebody took the  \ncarpet and the shit gushed out. Now I ask you: will you do it for  \nme? The higher ups are kicking my butt, they know I have pilots  \nand they want it dealt with before the press blows out another  \nscandal. And unfortunately it has our reg numbers, It was ours. I  \ncan't avoid dealing with it.\" He explained. M'raava's ears  \ndropped, she knew where it was going.  \n  \n\"Better yet! You can't avoid dealing with it.\" He added smiling.  \n  \n\"Sir, yes sir.\" She surrendered. There is a saying in military,  \nCan't screw an order 'cause it will multiply, she told herself.  \n  \nPresent day  \n  \nThe golden sun of the so called Indian summer found her on the  \nmilitary spaceport nearest to the city. One day for the job and  \none extra, just like he said. M'raava sighed, additional day off  \nwasn't something she would disapprove of but she wasn't entirely  \nhappy either. The task seemed simple, painfully simple and that  \ntroubled her. From her experience, she knew that simple things  \nhad a nasty habit of suddenly becoming overly complex and  \ndifficult. Well, too late for second thoughts. She shrugged and  \nzipped up her standard, blue work jumpsuit and hurried off to the  \nNavy's local representative.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*\\*\\*  \n  \nMocha checked her watch again and again until the car finally  \nshowed up in a distance. A mech pilot, a real expert officer, the  \nMP said. Probably some uniformed testosterone-bomb will get out,  \nshe wondered. However her guess came only half true. Indeed the  \npilot was wearing a uniform or at least something similar but -  \nwhat surprised her - \"he\" turned out to be a \"she\". So there were  \nfemale pilots and... A s'hestir, one of her kind?! She would  \nnever imagine something like this! Well, It was known that some  \nof them enlisted but to actually meet one? That's quite a  \ndifferent story. Mocha eagerly studied the female, her common  \npatternless tawny fur was not too interesting however, the blond  \nhair, blue eyes and darker tail flag was a very rare northern  \ncombination. Most of her kind was either a southern or western  \ntype from their original home planet.  \n  \nMocha blinked, while she watched her, this unique northern female  \nstopped and saluted. At her?! She felt it a little weird, what  \nshould she do? She was about to open her mouth when she saw in  \nthe corner of her eye, that the MP returned her salute in a quiet  \nrigid fashion. So it was for him? She thought, waiting until this  \nlittle ceremony ended, than said.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Hello! My name is Mocha, I'm the studio's representative.\" And  \npresented her paw with palm down as her people usually do among  \neach other. But instead of touching the extended palm with her  \nown, the other female just shook it in a human way. Mocha's ears  \nflickered, she could fell the strangers eyes sizing her up and  \ndown. She could see the pilot wasn't expecting another felinoid  \nhere but, something was strange. It felt as if a male was  \nchecking her out, evaluating. Her body instinctively took a more  \nprovocative pose. Heck, at least I'll get a good mark. I always  \ndo. She was proud of her silky, dark brown hair, light, creamy  \nbrown pelt and her ample figure. Her tight, white shirt and red  \nskirt magnified the wow effect.  \n  \n\"I'm lieutenant colonel M'raava Shigesheti from the Naval  \nAcademy.\" She said after a little hesitation. So we are formal  \naren't we? Mocha thought but she sensed, the other was just as  \nsurprised.  \n  \n\"So ladies, might we do what we're here for?\" the man said  \nawkwardly.  \n  \n\"Look sir, my employer is a very busy person. He will be here to  \nsign the papers in your office when everything is set and that is  \nthe only reason why I'm here.\" Mocha replied, pointing at the  \nlarge chunk or armored steel, resting in the corner.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"The mech is the only hindrance that left?\" The uniformed female  \nasked in annoyed tone.  \n  \n\"Yes ma'am.\" The Ensign replied quickly.  \n  \n\"And that pickup is supposed to be the APA set?\"  \n  \n\"Yes ma'am.\" Once again was his answer.  \n  \n\"Then get them working. The sooner I park this junk, the sooner I  \ncan leave.\" Wow, what an attitude. Mocha stared at the stranger,  \nstared bit too openly.  \n  \n\"If you have any questions just ask me but try not to get in my  \nway, I have other things to attend.\" Bit startled, Mocha was left  \nalone in the middle of the empty warehouse. Now what?! She  \nthought, She was an outsider after all wasn't she? M'raava went  \nto talk with the driver of the APA car and the man bowed and  \nhurried away. Not much of a loss, his company wasn't something  \nshe would miss but that girl... Intrigued, she went closer and  \nobserved.  \n  \nThe military kitty circled the old mecha standing in the corner,  \na forsaken monument of old technology hidden under veil of thick,  \nalmost sentient dust.  \n  \n\"At least they could clean it a bit!\" she lamented loudly and  \nadded something under her whiskers that even Mocha's ears could  \nnot pick up.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"And i just groomed myself...\" She uttered then climbed it in  \nsuch a swift way as if there was a hidden ladder.  \n  \n\"Dear lord...\" She sighed fiddling with some rusted instrument on  \nthe bottom of the cockpit. Something snapped and a tiny crack  \nshowed up in the upper torso. Apparently it was enough, she  \nhooked her hand under the canopy door and lifted it with a laud  \nscreech.  \n  \nMocha walked over to the leg of the monster, she was close enough  \nto hear M'raava's muttering something about zero maintenance and  \nsome senseless monkeys. Dust flew up from the canopy when she  \nsettled herself in the seat and produced a key from one of her  \nsuite's many pockets. She inserted the key in it's socket and  \nturned couple times but nothing happened.  \n  \n\"Will need external power and a diag machine\" she shouted at the  \ndriver of the APA car. The soldier in the overall attached a  \ncable to the power connector, hidden on the lower part of the  \nmech's torso, then fired up the car's engine, cranking up the  \ngenerator.  \n  \n\"Got it, it's eating the Watts.\" He said and tossed a brick like  \nthing to the pilot. She fiddled with it a little.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"The on-board CPU seems to work but I cannot get a start  \nsequence. Also this diag's not working, can't contact with the  \nmain computer at any port or protocol. Not even in the manual  \nmode. Damn it!\" She hit the main control board.  \n  \n\"This diag's a new one, I need a converter cable do I?\" She  \nshouted back to the technician.  \n  \n\"Yep\" was his answer. Mocha saw she climb down with the brick, it  \nturned out to be a massive hand-held device.  \n  \n\"I will try it on the external port\" She said and opened another  \nhidden plate on the bottom side of the mech's torso, then plugged  \nthe wire in the socket behind it.  \n  \n\"Yes! At least the diag works from here, so it must be the  \ninternal wiring.\" she said to herself. On a black screen white  \nletters said select diag frame and under this a bunch of icons  \nglowed. She keyed madly fast humming and hissing from time to  \ntime whenever the box popped out errors or returned no output.  \n  \n\"It's charging the starter in fast mode.\" The tech said and  \nlooked over to the diag box, soon the air was filled with  \ntechnical gobbledygook. Like some wizards of a secret cast, doing  \nsomething only they could understand, they gathered around the  \nbox. Forgotten and terribly bored, Mocha yawned flashing her  \nfangs.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"At least you have something to toy with.\" She said annoyed.  \n  \n\"Yes, and you're blocking the light. There is no power here for  \nthe main lights so get yourself useful and hold this torch.\"She  \nhanded her a pocket torch.  \n  \n\"Your welcome!\"Mocha said, and took it.  \n  \n\"Then please light the back of this baby and he will attach  \nthydro-fuel cell connector to the inlet\" M'raava's tone seemed a  \nlittle bit more friendly. The technician pulled a wide hose to  \nthe back of the mech so she followed him with the torch. It took  \nan hour to power up and prepare the mecha however, the old  \nmachine had something else than starting in mind. They run  \nthrough maintenance logs again and again, but found nothing. Even  \nMocha peeked at the screen trying to decipher something from rows  \nand columns packed with numbers and other gibberish.  \nUnfortunately, nothing helped. After two hours M'raava seemed to  \nbe a little irritated. After seven more she was mad. Mocha jumped  \noff from her path, she could smell the anger boiling off that  \nfeline.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She called the mech a junk, a tincan, an old bag, a very stubborn  \npile of shit and many, many more less then friendly names. She  \nkicked it, She begged it, but nothing helped. She finally  \nscowled, wenting her frustration. Better not to be anywhere near  \nher now. Mocha thought and walked away, the other technician had  \na similar idea.  \n  \nWithout anything better to do Mocha settled herself on a pile of  \nsome military boxes and from a safer distance, watched the female  \npilot circled around the mecha. She prod it here and there,  \nconnecting cables here and disconnecting there, giving it a punch  \nor a kick every time her efforts failed. She was doing about two  \nhundred and thirty second round around the setup when her nerves  \nbroke, she roared and aimed a furious kick at the first thing she  \nsaw. The unlucky, head size, cardboard box loomed over the  \nterrified technician and crash-landed , spilling it's contest.  \nSome papers, a ball of tangled circuits and a strange plastic  \ncontainer made it all the way up to where Mocha was sitting.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Yuuuk!\"She pushed the papers away with her leg, they looked old  \nand stank terribly. That was a mistake, the sudden movement  \nstirred the dust filling the air with even more stench. Urgh!  \nCovering her nose Mocha stood up, sitting near those papers was  \nout of question. Hugh? Her shoe accidentally poke the plastic  \nbox. Mocha studied it, it looked important. Well at least who  \nwould bother storing something in a protective plastic casing and  \nsealing it in a hermetic PVC bag, if it wasn't important. She  \ntook it to the very sad looking officer who dropped on a steel  \ncrate and buried her head in her palms, muttering under her  \nwhiskers.  \n  \n\"I knew it, i knew it! It was too fucking easy! Why this shit  \njust keep on happening! Oh, goddess... \" Mocha shook her head in  \ndistaste, it was a sorry view.  \n  \n\"Say, what is this? It looks important.\" She asked innocently  \nholding the sealed box on her open palm. The colonel's eyes  \nwidened in disbelieve, She snatched the box from her hand and  \nripped it open. There was only a single item inside, a three  \ncentimeters long, pencil wide, metal cylinder.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"A secu! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!\" She yelled and planted a  \nsudden lick on her face.  \n  \n\"What's a secu?\" Baffled, Mocha asked rubbing her wet cheek. The  \ntechnician gave her a puzzled looked then shrugged his shoulders.  \nIn unison they stared at the pilot.  \n  \n\"You know, back then when a pilot wanted to safeguard his mech  \nfrom unprivileged use, he could get a permission from the command  \n- if the mech was dedicated for that pilot and only for him - to  \ninstall a device like this. It looks like one is installed  \nhere...\" Holding the secu in her teeth M'raava climbed back into  \nthe cockpit.  \n  \n\"And?\" Mocha asked, it felt like something escaped her.  \n  \n\"It is like an immobilizer sweetie, you pull it out and your  \nmecha's turn into giant heap of unmovable junk. Though, It should  \nshow up on diag but it didn't. Probably because there was so many  \nmodification from factory defaults. We could spend a month here,  \nputting this mecha apart and rebuilding it piece by piece and we  \nwouldn't find it. It's impossible to discover if you do not know  \nwhat you're looking for. The mecha would simply continue  \nproducing various and parallel system malfunctions, even when  \neverything seems to be OK.\" She finally found the hidden slot and  \nyanked off the covering plate.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"And inside the package you found was a spare unit, put into safe  \nkeeping every time a secu was installed. Standard  \nregulations.\"She continued and hastily pushed the secu into its  \nsocket then jumped to the floor and grabbed the diagnostic  \nmachine. Mocha chuckled, the feline soldier trembled with  \nanticipation while her paws keyed in various sequences at an  \nincredible speed. It made her look like a mad pianist. Suddenly  \nthe battlemech's lights fired up filing the dark space with  \nblinding brightness. Inside of the cockpit, controls glowed like  \na Christmas tree.  \n  \n\"Yes!\" She exclaimed, it was a success, even Mocha felt excited  \nabout it. Finally I can go home tomorrow, she thought.  \n  \nBack in the cockpit M'raava keyed in the code for ignition and  \nbecause her fingerprint was encoded five minutes ago, she pressed  \nher right index paw to the sensor. It beeped and in response she  \nflipped a switch hidden under a yellow and red protective lid.  \nThere was no roar nor any loud boom, rather a sharp hiss and  \nmonotone, low buzzing.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"It's alive!\" She yelled with her arms thrown in the air.  \n  \n\"You can disconnect everything sergeant-major, the computer  \nshould let me fly this baby!\" And it did so. Now Mocha could see  \nhow big was this thing. Before it was just in a crouching  \nposition but now, it towered above them on it's two bird-like  \nlegs with the mecha's head inches away from the warehouse roof.  \nShe was stunned, she had never before seen something like this.  \n  \n\"Will ya go from the action radius?!\" M'raava's voice boomed from  \nthe mecha's loudspeaker.  \n  \n\"Get lost from your way?\" Mocha yelled back.  \n  \n\"Exactly dear. It could ruin your night if I step on you with  \nthis little babe\" Was the loud answer. Oh so now it's a \"babe\",  \nnot a \"tincan\" A? Mocha wondered moving away from the meha's  \npath.  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nSaa, the old ones. They don't build them like this any more. No  \nfancy neuralfeedback, no annoying AI, no self-sustain matrix.  \nJust you and the machine. Nostalgic. M'raava smiled, back in the  \nold days you had to feel the controls. You had to work your head  \nreal hard, there was no such thing like remote perception. You  \nhad to imagine where the heck your mecha's leg was before it  \nsquashed somebody's car. Without any problem, she made few laps  \naround the hangar. Full gravity, full joy, she thought. She  \nforgot how fun driving those toys was. Somewhat sad, she climbed  \nthe carrier truck and killed the power. With a laud clung, giant  \nsteel arms automatically secured the mecha onto the truck.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Take care...\" Giving a final pat to the controls She climbed out  \nof the cockpit, the MP einsekg was already waiting for her,  \nholding a bunch of forms to sing in. Joy, oh joy...  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n\"I see they can do something fast at least.\"Mocha watched the  \nsoldiers packing up what left of the military equipment. After  \nthey got reed of the mecha, it went fast. Really fast. The MP's  \ndid one final check of the warehouse and bid them goodbye,  \nleaving Mocha with tons of papers and transfer forms, topped with  \na giant keychain of rusting keys.  \n  \n\"Yep, Like they were chased by a hive full of bees.\" M'raava  \nlaughed, they really worked as if their butts were on fire. She  \ncould see the imaginary smoke coming out of their pants.  \n  \n\"We're done ladies. If there's nothing else to do, i'm to drive  \nyou back to the city. Unless you wanna wait for a taxi?\" The  \ntechnician gestured towards his APA car.  \n  \n\"Thank you, it should be fine. I hope we can all fit in?\" M'raava  \nstudied the car, it had no passenger compartment.  \n  \n\"It has a three-seat bench in the cabin, it should be just  \nenough.\" He answered.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The APA car turned out more spacious then they hoped for, buckled  \nup in the seats, they started out towards the city.  \n  \n\"Craaaap. I'm soooo in need of a wash up...\" M'raava hissed  \ntrying to brush out some dust from her face. Unfortunately that  \nfutile attempt left the three of them sneezing their guts out.  \n  \n\"Ma'am if you please... refrain from doing that again.\" The  \ndriver coughed out, lowering his window a bit. Especially not  \nwhile we're going eighty miles per hour on a speed way and i  \ncan't see a fuck through that dust. He thought to himself.  \nM'raava sighed and gave up.  \n  \n\"Fine, fine. Just drop me out at the nearest hotel. It's almost  \nmidnight, i'm hungry, tired and i fell like a damn dust sweeper.\"  \nShe pat her knees, raising another cloud of dust. The technician  \nscratched his head and frowned.  \n  \n\"Might be a bit tricky colonel, the city's packed because of the  \nfestival. Everything's probably booked out.\" He was quite right,  \nMocha remembered how hard it was for her, getting a decent room  \nin all this festive madness.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You can stay the night with me if you want M'raava.\" The  \nnorthern feline gave her a strange look. Ooops.  \n  \n\"Erm, i'm sorry... em... Colonel. I'm not really on par with all  \nthat military naming. Can i call you M'raava?\" She was a stranger  \nanyway.  \n  \n\"Please do, i don't mind. It was just strange to hear my name  \nspoken properly, most of the time people twist the accent.\"  \nColonels blue eyes studied her.  \n  \n\"Mocha was it?\" She asked, her smile was inviting.  \n  \n\"About that room you mentioned, if it's not a trouble...\"  \n  \n\"Oh, not at all! It's already been paid for and there are two  \nbeds, breakfast included. It was reserved for me and my boss but  \nsomething came up and he send me alone instead. It's a five star,  \nwell four and a half, one bathroom is broken but still it would  \nbe a shame to waste it.\" She produced a golden card from her  \npurse.  \n  \n\"Well in that case, I have to accept it. Thank you!\" She bowed  \ndrowning the cabin in a white cloud.  \n  \nIt was a warm night, warm and peaceful. The Herlington's porter  \nsat lonely in his booth, he liked such nights. They gave time to  \nread. He stretched on his chair, one more chapter left. He'll go  \ngrab some... He froze. He has witnessed much in his short  \ninternship period but what he saw now was probably one of the  \nweirdest scenes he has seen happening in front of that hotel's  \ndoors. An olive green military pickup drove up to the door and in  \na white cloud, vomited a rare trio to the pavement next to it. A  \nmilitary mechanic and two feline ladies. One a civilian and the  \nother a soldier. The last one exotic enough on it's own. Since  \nwhen do s'hestirs enlist? Perplexed, he watch them unpack.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"It was a pleasure to meet with you. Ma'am, Miss.\" He saluted  \nthen quickly hauled himself back to the car and left. As for the  \nfelines, they strolled past the reception, straight to the  \nelevator, sprinkling the hall with fine dust. On the seventh  \nfloor Mocha located her room and pressed her keycard near the  \nlock. The doors opened.  \n  \n\"After you colonel.\"She spoke.  \n  \n\"Thanks.\"M'raava entered the suite.  \n  \n\"The shower is to the right, next to the bathtub. I suggest you  \nuse it first...\"  \n  \n\"Gee, thanks. \" M'raava snorted and sneezed, sending another  \ncloud of dust off her fur. Trying to wave off the dust Mocha  \ncontinued.  \n  \n\"Also the shower has a built in, rotating furdryer.\"  \n  \n\"Mmm, High tech indeed.\" The feline chittered.  \n  \n\"Well, hoop in. I'll bring you a bathrobe and a towel.\"  \n  \n\"Thank you but I prefer to use mine.\" she pulled out a horrible  \nHello Kitty bathrobe and a deep red towel from her bag.  \n  \n\"What is this pattern on the towel?\" Mocha nodded at the golden  \npatchwork enriched by two silver stars and M'raava's name.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"This is my shoulder mark rank insignia. The golden pattern means  \nfield-officer and the two stars are indicating the rank of lt.  \ncolonel. It's a gift from a friend.\" She explained.  \n  \n\"Nice. Now, get in ma'am 'cause I want a shower too!\"Smiling, she  \nshoved her into the bathroom.  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nWater, hot running water. M'raava stood in a steady stream of hot  \nwatter sipping in the warmth and waiting till the dark gray  \npuddle around her ankles will turn into a proper, clear color.  \nOne thing to hate about fur was that it made you into a live dust  \nsweeper. She reached for the fur shampoo and rubbed herself. Soon  \nshe disappeared under a thick layer of foam, in your face  \nhairless apes! At least i have built in sponge! She chittered.  \nHot shower always buffed up her mood. Now all she needed was some  \ncompany, some care from Arpad or from K'sita at least or maybe,  \nfrom both of them at the same time? She smirked, wondering if  \nthat' even possible? Maybe... Hmm, strange. That Mocha girl, she  \nkind of reminds me of K'sita, She thought to herself. He smile,  \nthe way she moves, even her smell. Strange. Maybe they use the  \nsame brand of perfumes? It puzzled. Wonder if she would be as  \ngood as K'sita. Suddenly she felt a familiar tingling between her  \nlegs. Mmm, she's such a pro!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Are you finished?\" Mocha asked, scratching on the door..  \n  \n\"Yes.\" M'raava replied, carefully brushing her fur. The high-tech  \ndryer built into the shower, dried her up almost instantly  \nhowever it also puffed out her fur.  \n  \n\"Ok then. It is my turn.\" Mocha, naked as much as her kind can  \nbe, let herself into the bathroom.  \n  \n\"Oh, the soldier kitty has a nice body. You look much better  \nwithout all that dust.\" Mocha gave her a quick stare on her way  \nto the shower.  \n  \n\"Thanks\" And body is almost the same as K'sita. Damn! that must  \nbe a boob job! It's just impossible. She thought, bit jealous.  \nNature gave her nicely curved body and beautiful breasts however,  \nshe could not compete with a size like those she just saw. Well  \nalmost no S'hestir lady could. She warped herself in her hello  \nkitty robe and walked out, leaving the other girl alone. In the  \nliving room, she pulled out room her bag a navy-blue night robe.  \nIt was a more modest model of the other one she brought as a  \nsurprise for her boyfriend. She slipped into it then sat on the  \nbed and turned on the large TV, waiting for her host.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; There was nothing on except for the late night news, showing off  \nwhat happened during the day. It was a strangely peaceful day  \nwith nothing much to report. At least nothing that would interest  \nher. Bored, She skipped through the channels and settled by a  \nmusic TV. Her stomach growled, suddenly she felt very hungry.  \nCrap, I've not eaten even ate a mouse because of that junk. She  \nwinced rubbing her belly, it was demanding attention, she was  \nreally hungry. She grabbed her bag and fished out some packets  \nfrom it.  \n  \n\"Ahh, I needed it\" Mocha entered the room smiling in ecstasy and  \ndropped on the sofa. Her freshly dried and ungroomed fur puffed  \nout in all directions.  \n  \n\"What's that?\"She asked after she saw a strange plastic packet in  \nthe colonel's hands. M'raava smiled and ripped off the top from  \nthe packet she held then pulled at the cord hanging out from it's  \nbottom. The packet made a suspicious boink sound and soon after,  \nlittle puffs of steam started emerging from inside.  \n  \n\"One of the MREs i took from the base.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Food?\" Mocha's nostrils flared, sucking in the scent. As all of  \nher kind, her nose was like a sensitive smell radar. Maybe not as  \nsensitive as the bloodhound's or a feral cat's, but still much  \nbetter then human.  \n  \n\"Yes, military rations. Meals Rejected by Everyone. Oh, i'm  \njoking, i'm joking! Don't look at me like that. Those are Meals  \nReady to Eat and that joke was from the time before they actually  \nlearned to make them taste good. Some people say that eating  \ncardboard boxes seemed more appealing then eating those.  \nThankfully now they can be surprisingly good.\" The other  \nanswered.  \n  \n\"You know we could order some proper food, do you?\"  \n  \n\"At this hour? They would probably feed us with some  \nleftovers.\"M'raava shook her head and added.  \n  \n\"Try it, you might like it besides, I have to eat it anyway.  \nThey'll expire after two more days, it would be a waste not to  \neat those.\" Skeptic, Mocha took another whiff, the ration smelled  \nappetizing.  \n  \n\"What do you have?\"  \n  \n\"Swedish meatballs, kötbullar.\" M'raava reed the label, Mocha  \nfrowned.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Well there's plenty more to choose from. Suit yourself.\" She  \nnodded at her bag. Intrigued, Mocha walked over and sorted  \nthrough the silver packs.  \n  \n\"Chicken curry! I like it.\" Excited, she pulled out a silvery  \nration.  \n  \n\"So, ho do you eat it? We cook it or something?\"She asked.  \n  \n\"They have self warming feature, just follow the instructions.\"  \n  \n\"Instructions?\" Mocha turned the rations in her paws. On the  \nother side, there was a short instruction, completed by a picture  \nof each step.  \n  \n\"Remove the top\" She ripped it along the open here line.  \n  \n\"Checked. Pull the release cord.\" She pulled the string dangling  \nfrom the bottom. Again it made that strange boink sound.  \n  \n\"Checked. WARNING, may become excessively hot. Hold only in the  \ndesignated area. When the marker turns red, the meal is ready.  \nEnjoy.\" She quickly moved her paws to the safe zone, marked by  \ngren stripes and encouraging, hold here sign. After about tree  \nminutes it was steaming and ready. Mocha put it down on the table  \nand peeked inside.  \n  \n\"Looks nice\" she said.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"And tastes nice. Here, take this.\" M'raava smiled and tossed her  \na military set of spoon, fork, knife, can and bottle opener, all  \nneatly combined and contained in a stainless steel handle. A  \npractical military design.  \n  \n\"Interesting gadget, how do you call it?\"  \n  \n\"A spoon-machine. It's field soldier's standard issued  \nequipment.\"  \n  \n\"Oh, so you're a field soldier?\"Mocha asked and tilt her head,  \nswallowing a large chunk of meat.  \n  \n\"Was.\" M'raava's voice was filled with sadness.  \n  \n\"How so?\" The other girl asked than put some food in her mouth.  \nChewing, she stared at the officer, her eyes asking the silent  \nquestion. M'raava sighed, lovering her ears. She often avoided  \nrecalling those events however, for some strange reason, she told  \nher about the last combat flight she made, the hospital where she  \nspend almost a year and her current, Academy career.  \n  \n\"I pulled a go back to the start card in this game.\" She  \nconcluded.  \n  \n\"Why? Watching the young ones is an honor among our people.\"  \nMocha said in a reassuring tone.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, it would be if it wasn't so dull and if all those cadets  \ncould muster some respect, they're annoying as hell. Well yes, it  \nhas some advantages, no one wanna kill you. At least not  \ndeliberately. Also, if you're lucky, you can bring real talents  \nout to the light.\" She smirked.  \n  \n\"Yes it could be fun at times and every once in a while, I can  \nride a mecha from the armored ARM division. I think,to some  \ndegree, it compensate for all that damn paperwork going through  \nmy office.\"  \n  \n\"It is so important? That army stuff and all?\"  \n  \n\"It's all what I ever wanted to do since the end of the high  \nschool. It's something i cannot express, you just have to feel  \nit. Most people don't. My mother is still mad about it ever since  \ni enlisted. She says, warfare is against our nature. I don't  \nknow, I do not feel that way. I may be a freak, an exception that  \nproves the rule.\" She smiled.  \n  \n\"Well, enough of me. Let's talk about you. What do you do for the  \nliving?\" She asked the other girl.  \n  \n\"I'm an actress, we make movies. Though, lately the boss uses me  \nmore as a dogsbody.\" she replied.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"What kind of films do you make? Anything fancy? Maybe i've seen  \nyou somewhere?\"  \n  \n\"Well... we make triple X movies. Adult stuff.\" Was the little  \nembarrassed answer.  \n  \n\"Porn?\" M'raava asked bluntly.  \n  \n\"To put it simple? Yes, porn. Is there something wrong with  \nthat?\" Mocha's tone was little edgy, she knew some people did not  \ntake well her occupation.  \n  \n\"No, nothing at all. I don't mind if that's what you're asking.  \nIn fact one of my friends works in... well, lets call it  \nentertaining.\"  \n  \n\"What's she doing?\"  \n  \n\"K'sita? She's sort of an escort. She sells her company but  \nsometimes she may offer something, more.\" She answered and kicked  \nherself mentally in the butt for saying her name.  \n  \n\"K'sita?! The girl with the science degree? I know that expensive  \npelt!\" Mocha yelled in surprise.  \n  \n\"How?\" M'raava asked.  \n  \n\"Sometimes she's accompanying my boss, they're an old friends i  \nthink. And there's a rumor about her acting in a porn movie in  \nthe past.\"  \n  \n\"Huh? She never told me. Well, after I enlisted we haven't had  \nmuch occasions to keep in touch...\" The marine said.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I have a bottle of wine from yesterday, are you interested?\" The  \nactress changed the subject.  \n  \n\"Why not? I'm on leave. I can be a bad girl.\" M'raava gladly  \nwelcomed the wine, it made the conversation easier again. They  \nspend another hour chatting, mostly small talks. However the  \nsubject slowly but steadily drifted towards more and more private  \nmatters, the wine turned out stronger than expected. Tipsy, they  \ndwelt back into the matter.  \n  \n\"I heard that K'sita girl isn't cheap, quite a luxury one.\" Mocha  \nsaid with a silly face.  \n  \n\"Than - hiccup - I spared a lot.\" M'raava replied, toying with  \nher glass.  \n  \n\"Really? Did you...\" Mocha licked the air in a very suggestive  \nmanner.  \n  \n\"Yep! Oh, this wine is a truth serum, i've should not talk this  \nmuch..\"M'raava smiled broadly, taking another sip.  \n  \n\"You know, you licked my face in the hangar.\"Mocha added  \nplayfully.  \n  \n\"Sorry 'bout that.\" she dropped her ear.  \n  \n\"Actually, it was nice. I think could use another...\"  \n  \n\"Like this?\" M'raava licked her neck with more courage.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Tee-hee, this is embarrassing. I don't have much experience with  \nfemales.\" But the wine helped, she leaned forward, submitting to  \nthe pleasure. M'raava smiled and licked her face tenderly, slowly  \nmoving towards the nape of her neck while at the same time her  \nhand traveled to the actress's back.  \n  \n\"Oh\" Mocha gasped and arced her back, pushing her breast against  \nher companion. Her hands brushed through M'raava's fur, stroking  \nher back. M'raava's excited scent instantly flooded their room.  \n  \n\"What a horny little kitty!\" Mocha gasped into her ear.  \n  \n\"Not getting enough on the Moon are we? Is your mate neglecting  \nyou?\"  \n  \n\"No, nothing of the kind. He's a wonderful person but on that  \ndamn base you can only steal some little time for a quickie in an  \nempty service dock or unused rooms. And if we're lucky, we can  \nhave some time off in our private cabins, the only places witch  \naren't stuffed with those darn cameras. And there are those high  \nsecurity measures also... Blah. Also, he's from another  \ndepartment, so hard to synchronize... Oh, lower please!\"She  \nyelped when Mocha's tongue traversed her neck.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"This is why we took this leave together, He will wait for me in  \nthe center tomorrow - she glanced at the digital wall clock and  \ncorrected herself - today at ten, at the Victoria statue.\" She  \ncontinued however Mocha had something else in mind.  \n  \n\"Too much blah-blah\" She said and licked M'raava on the muzzle,  \nthen pressed her tongue deep inside it. Surprised at first, the  \ntawny female returned the kiss and soon their tongues danced  \ntogether. Finally Mocha broke the kiss.  \n  \n\"Lets see what that K'sita girl taught you.\" She said and laid  \ndown, spreading her legs apart, exposing her private garden.  \n  \n\"You will see dear, but first...\" M'raava whispered and with one  \npull, she removed the actress towel and tossed it on the ground.  \nSeconds later, her blue robe followed it.  \n  \n\"So?\" Mocha asked, wriggling her rump.  \n  \n\"Oh you inpatient female!\" M'raava hissed and turned to lap at  \nthe brown female's groin as they laid on their sides. Her  \nnostrils were instantly filled with a familiar, heavy scent. She  \ninhaled, closing her eyes. It was instant, the female hormones  \nkicked off all those subtle changes in her brain. Normally she  \nwouldn't be affected but some previous encounters thought her  \nbody how to respond. The effects were not as strong as a male  \nwould experience however it was enough to make the mood. Feeling  \nready, She demanded.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Do the same for me, will you?\" The actress eagerly grabbed her  \ntail, just at the base, and started licking her with long, well  \naimed strokes. She was a master of this art, her tongue worked in  \na fashion M'raava felt only once before. Up to this day only  \nK'sita licked her like that. She did not know how long she would  \nlast this way.  \n  \n\"Wait!\" Mocha gasped, wrapping herself around the other girl's  \nbody and shifting their pose. Now resting atop her new friend,  \nMocha continued, forcing the feline trapped beneath her to do the  \nsame. Soon, almost the same time, they climaxed, their bodies  \nentwined together. After it they just laid there with their heads  \nresting next to each other.  \n  \n\"That was a fun\" Mocha exhaled.  \n  \n\"We could use a tongue like yours, what do you say about a second  \njob?\" She asked .  \n  \n\"Military code is strictly against this kind of job. The ethical  \ncommission would chew me up then spit out what's left, making an  \nexample of me. Thanks but no! The Navy and Arpad are enough for  \nme anyway.\" She replied smiling back. \"It was just a joke!  \nBesides, they're not into amateurs. Might i ask who is this Arpad  \nguy? Sounds like a human.\" Mocha nipped her ear.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Well because he is. I'm the only kitty on the base. He is a  \ncolonel in the internal security department and he's like a  \nbear.\"  \n  \nMocha stared at her.  \n  \n\"Big, strong and dangerous but if you treat him well, he turns  \ninto a warm and cuddly teddy.\" She explained, than continued.  \n  \n\"Half a year ago I would never imagine it but as it seems,  \nthere's lots of successful, mixed pairs. Even one of my own  \nlittle brother's three wifes is a human.\"  \n  \n\"Do not get me wrong, I have nothing against it. I \"worked\" with  \nsome human males, they have some incredible stamina.\" Mocha said  \nsmiling at the memory.  \n  \n\"But this whole sweating thing, a little interfering at best.  \nMaybe if...\"She yelped when M'raava suddenly nipped her neck,  \nsilencing her.  \n  \n\"Still in the mood?\"  \n  \n\"Yessss!\" The other hissed back.  \n  \n\"That's good 'cause i'm nowhere near done!\"Mocha's paws suddenly  \nassaulted the soldiers clit and rubbed it vigorously.  \n  \n\"In that case.... we... we better set the alarm ...\"She suggested  \nbreathing heavily, another wave of pleasure rapidly exploded  \ninside her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Sah! Baaad cat! Bad cat! you know I have a mate to catch today  \nwhile you have a meeting with your boss and it's well past one  \nalready. I'll go set the clock.\"  \n  \n\"Oh, the ever soldier.\" Mocha mocked her, licking her paws clean.  \nM'raava quickly set the clock then, mimicking a drill sergeant,  \nmarched towards the actress and roared.  \n  \n\"Attention recruit! Pussy wide!\"She commanded and leaned over.  \n  \n\"Yes ma'am!\" Mocha gladly obeyed and spread her legs, exposing  \nher pussy, surrounded by mated and already wet pubic fur.  \nM'raava's grin suggested it's gonna be a long, long night.  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nThe morning caught them huddled in each other's arms. Exhausted  \nyet happy. It seemed as if the alarm clock woke them just a  \nsecond after they closed their eyes. Still sleepy, they groomed  \nand dressed, helping each other.  \n  \n\"Huh? Not in the uniform?\" On the way through the lobby Mocha  \nstudied the norther feline. Instead of yesterday military  \njumpsuit, she wore plain blue shirt and a long black trousers.  \n  \n\"Nope, not today. I gonna drop by my parents house and well, my  \nmom hates uniforms. I just don't wanna set her off again.\" She  \nsighed and shook her head, her mother was a typical peace loving  \nS'hestir.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Hey! Lets exchange our numbers! That way we could arrange for  \nsome fun if you're gonna be somewhere in the city. \"Mocha  \nsuggested, changing the subject.  \n  \n\"Ok, but i gotta warn you, it's just planetary use. Before you  \ncall, mail me or make sure i'm not on the base. Interplanetary  \nphone calls are too darn expensive and there are some  \nrestrictions put on the civilian phone network on the  \nbase.\"M'raava said, pulling out her PDA, they exchanged contacts  \ndata before the taxi arrived..  \n  \n\"If you'll ever fancy visiting my place, just call me up.\" With a  \nfinal nose-touch Mocha bid her goodbye. The tawny colonel smiled  \nand ave her a nod then closed the taxi doors. Mocha looked at the  \ndeparting cab until it was disappeared. That E-mail will be  \nuseful someday, she told herself. Somehow she was sure about it.  \nSlowly, she walked back into the hotel, feeling glad, very glad.  \nShe just felt herself so purrfect.  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nM'raava stood at the bottom of the large Victoria statue. An  \nattractive human female wearing a toga and holding a spear that  \nwas set as a center piece of a large fountain. She have dropped  \nher bags at home and spend some time with her parents, trying to  \naccustom them to the thought of her daughter dating a human. Well  \nbetter make them ready before Arpad drop by to meet them... Her  \nears flickered, that's gonna be something. Her mother was in  \nshock for the whole three days after last time... Sigh.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; On the top of the church an old clock rang, announcing ten  \no'clock. Her father lend her his car so she arrived ahead of  \ntime. Quite an achievement after that night. She smiled to  \nherself and humming happily, she waited.  \n  \n\"Guess who!\" Goddess know how but somebody was able to sneak  \nbehind her sensitive ears and whispered, tickling her ear with  \nhis warm breath. She turned instantly, just to look at the broad  \nmale chest. Suddenly a kiss was planted on her temple, her fur  \npuffed out.  \n  \n\"You dozed a bit, wander what you've been dreamin of.\" The tall,  \nshort haired human male said, watching her with his warm green  \neyes.  \n  \n\"Honey!\" M'raava yelled, and jumped in his arms.  \n  \n\"Relax whiskas, how was your travel?\" Arpad asked.  \n  \n\"Just fine\" She said and nipped his nose.  \n  \n\"And that little favor your commander asked, how did it go?\"  \nM'raava stared at him.  \n  \n\"Don't look at me like that puss, it's my job. The general have  \nto inform our department about this kind of events too, even if  \nhe's the president of the Academy. The Academy is just a part of  \nthe Moon base and as such it fall under our jurisdiction.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I know, it is about the \"whiskas\". Don't call me like that,  \nAPE!\" She bite him.  \n  \n\"Basszus! Your teeth! Ok, point taken hon!\" He answered and  \nkissed her on her forehead, then again on her lips.  \n  \n\"Well, At least we got one more day. I arranged for one more day  \noff with my CO when i've heard of your assignment. \"  \n  \n\"Mmm, how thoughtful of you.\" M'raava chittered.  \n  \n\"So, how was that little mission of yours?\" He asked again.  \nM'raava smirked, and planted a lick on his chin.  \n  \n\"It was just purrfect hon!\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n"}