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"What's her problem?" Anicha could be heard asking moments later, laying within the arms of the captain as he sipped at cold green tea.

"She's an old flame of mine. Never really recovered when we parted ways... and then I just happened to be the only ship captain who was hiring when she was fresh out of academy," commented Cyrus as he set down the tea cup, freeing an arm to more fully embrace the naked vixen laying with him amid slightly soiled sheets. Post-coital drowsiness set in, and the rat lapsed into sleep without warning, though Anicha was hardly surprised. Her academy teachers had taught her, on the off chance she were to belong to a rich soldier, that men recovered best from the jitters of combat with hot pussy and a warm bed. She was restless, but content to lay with the captain however unable to sleep she'd found herself; three months in stasis, so she would likely take time to adjust.

Tension was high throughout the Bastion. Sexual and otherwise, and the crew, driven by professional impulses or sheer disinterest, were avoiding the cargo-turned-guests. Yvonne and Vanna happily helped Matilda prepare a dinner of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and gravy, while Phoebe took it upon herself to turn out the bedlinens and get them into the laundry. Upon opening the door to the captain's quarters, she spied Anicha in the low light, and the smell of sex hit her. She smiled to her still-awake friend who remained in the sleeping Captain's arms, and excused herself again.

No one was as tense as Harriet was, who sat white knuckled in the engine room staring at the monitor of engine performance readouts.

"It's doing pretty good for something held together with prayers and duct tape... but I just want it to hurry the fuck up and carry us back into Corpiarri," she muttered. Phoebe heard her, ducked her head in and asked,

"Can I get you anything, Miss? Tea, coffee, a rosary and holy water for those prayers?" Harriet sneered slightly, and shook her head.

"If you can wrestle a plate out of Matilda's paws, I'd like dinner when it's done. She'll want the crew to eat together, but I'd rather be alone." Harriet had made her case, and Phoebe quickly ducked out to find more work to do. By the time the sheets were dry and changed, dinner was ready.

It took a little bit of nudging and prodding to wake the Captain from his slumber, but Anicha did her best and succeeded, eventually, when the dinner bell rang throughout the Bastion. She smiled at the captain as he rolled out of bed, morning wood bobbing in front of him as he headed for the bathroom. She had opened the door again by the time he was about to lock it. The lavatory each of the living quarters had were small, but served their purpose well enough, with a toilet, sink and shower to each. The vixen was not too shy to look and note the rat's difficulty taking a piss with morning wood.

"I could help you with that, Captain," offered Anicha as she drew the shower curtain and turned on the water. He just grinned, grunting as the sound of his bladder draining rang off the steel latrine and throughout the tiny bathroom.

"Maybe later," said the Captain after he gave a shake to clear any clinging drops, "That mama bear would beat the hell out of us with a wooden spoon if we were late for what I'm sure is a very special supper, smelling of sex." The vixen was already under the hot shower stream, and so the rat stepped in behind her. She took the soap, and washed herself carefully and deliberately, lathering her fingers and using those to clean her pussy. Semen had leaked out of her as she laid and left a sticky, matted mess down her thighs. She was just as thorough washing the captain, who was cleaner than her, since she had taken care of that hours before with her mouth.

"If you say so, Captain. Forgive me for being so greedy," remarked Anicha with a coy smile as she now scooped seed out of herself with her fingers, so it could be rinsed down the drain, "I just can't wait to get you inside of me again, is all." These words had the effect Anicha was sure they would, his stiffy throbbing where it nestled between her buttocks. When she stepped out of the shower, Cyrus cranked the dial all the way to cold. He was a bit loud as he adjusted to this, but it had the desired effect. Anicha even held a towel for him as he stepped out of the shower, and she carefully dried the captain's body. She admired every bit of sinew, every scar and every crevice before he wrapped himself in a terrycloth bathrobe, and had the presence of mind to give her one too.

They were last to the dinner table. Even Phoebe, while threatened with bodily harm involving a pipe wrench, managed to coax Harriet out into the dining room with paws washed. A large cask of wine had been opened, one of the spoils from the wreckage of the pirate vessel, and the glasses were raised. It had been clear what they were up to, and why Anicha had vanished for hours. The wine flowed freely and each crewmate and guest drank from a glass, some more than others, and some feeling more from less. Yvonne had barely half a glass and could hardly stand even after eating. Six glasses left Matilda just feeling slightly good. The captain had only the one glass, as did Harriet. The female rat, of course, glared at him from the other side of the table as they ate. Anicha got up at one point to brew coffee at the meal's conclusion, and came back with steaming mugs of the stuff, cream and sugar for all who asked.

The captain and Harriet disappeared into the engine room. The rest of the crew continued to drink, and the alcohol nicely lubricated tensions between crew and guests.

"So, how was he?" whispered Clarissa in a soft tone, hoping not to be overheard. Peter couldn't hear what was being said as he leaned against his lover, the pilot, but he gaped at some gestures made by Anicha across the table; the way she held her palms apart when Clarissa tried to make a comparison by holding her thumb and forefinger an inch or so apart. Giggling erupted shortly after. Matilda disappeared off to her quarters and was followed by Vanna, to the mama bear's surprise. Phoebe's eyes gleamed mischevously as her delicate feet massaged Francine's package through her clothing under the table.

"I can't believe you're already fucking one of them!" snarled Harriet to the captain in the engine room. He just sort of chuckled and gave Harriet a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"Hey now, she came onto me, Harry," offered the captain as an explanation as he examined the monitor that listed engine performance statistics and said, "Things are looking good in here. She's been holding up for over 24 hours now. Thanks a bunch for everything." Harriet eyed the pipe wrench she often threatened others with, but eventually softened. The captain ruffled her hair and pointed to the gleaming green text on the monitor.

"If the Bastion keeps running like this, we should get to Corpiarri in less time than originally thought. You're a fucking miracle worker," continued Cyrus, "Now, have you gotten any sleep? I'll keep an eye on things for a bit, if you want to go hit the sack." Harriet pantomimed a punch to Cyrus' groin and murmured,

"Why do the girls throw themselves at you, Cyrus?" she asked. The male rat shrugged his shoulders slightly and remarked,

"I guess power can be a turn-on for some... but it's not like I'm getting laid constantly. The last several voyages have been blue-balled from world to world. Between you always crawling around on all fours covered in engine grease, and Clarissa's tendency to wear short skirts and drop things around me, it's no wonder I get pent up." At this, both captain and engineer had a good laugh, and Harriet excused herself to her quarters, while the captain sipped coffee and watched the terminals. He considered watching them on a feed from the cockpit, a little paranoid.

Anicha and Clarissa were staggering a little arm-in-arm to the medical wing when they spotted Francine with her scrubs around her ankles, balls-deep in Phoebe who sat on the edge of one of the counters. The sight made Anicha shiver more than the mouse, but she found herself in Clarissa's arms as the mouse kissed her drunkenly, hungrily. The doctor startled enough to pull out of Phoebe as she looked back to see who had entered the medical wing.

"Relax, doctor," intoned Phoebe as she turned, placed her paws on the counter and flagged her tail. Clarissa broke the kiss and blushed hotly, both at the suddenness with which she kissed Anicha, and the sights and sounds of Francine rather eagerly descending upon the skunkgal's raised ass. Both skunk and fox seemed to enjoy what followed, with Francine's tongue dancing fearlessly about under the mephit's tail. Clarissa on the other hand, was unsure, turning her head away even as Anicha watched.

"Wanna find someplace private, Miss?" asked Anicha as she squeezed the mouse's paw. The mouse was hiding her face and blushing fiercely at the moaning she heard, and then without another word Clarissa stormed off, embarrassed. Anicha then shrugged off her bathrobe and walked over to the pair with a coy smile.

"We foxes are usually taught to fear that end of a skunk, Doctor," teased the vixen as the doctor stood and nestled her turgid erection up against Phoebe's tailhole.

"I'll take my chances with this one," said Francine, grabbing a fistful of Phoebe's headfur as she was not entirely gentle about cramming the mephit's wrong hole with cock. Phoebe's sounds were pained, but she didn't seem entirely opposed to the act or even the lack of care with which it was being done. Of course, spit and other slicknesses had eased the passage along a little bit, and Francine's tongue even primed her for this lewd act. Anicha could only watch in lewd fascination, her nipples tightening and the vixen growing moist from what she was seeing. A prim and professional looking lady doctor with that little anachronism... okay, not little. Quite a big anachronism, which didn't seem to belong on one with such womanly hips, being forcefully shoved in and out of Phoebe's rear end. The pair seemed quite absorbed, or otherwise Anicha would have tried to involve herself somehow.

Phoebe rather loved anal sex, and excelled at it in the academy. Anicha too for that matter; they shared a lot of the same classes. Even if it was rough and deliberately painful, Phoebe endured it, and really was thriving under these circumstances, if those fingers between her legs were any indication. Punishing strokes drove that rock-hard toddshaft in and out of Phoebe, stopping carefully short of the knot each time. Although Francine was fucking Phoebe like a real man, her moaning was very womanly, her breathing rapid yet labored.

"Keep staring and you're next, vixen," said Francine in a moment of rare coherence. Anicha just smiled and kept her eyes glued on the action.

"That's hardly a threat, Doctor. But I was hoping to get the captain to do that to me instead," commented Anicha, who wondered if the pair heard her as the fucking grew more fierce. Phoebe came helplessly under the shemale who reamed her, nectars soaking her fingers, thighs, and those todd balls bouncing against her pussy. The contents of those balls were soon being emptied up Phoebe's snug bowels. As Francine hadn't tied with the mephit, she pulled out when she was about done, and to her surprise, Anicha was on her knees, and had taken the opportunity to draw the doctor's cock into her maw. Anicha minded neither where it had been, nor the taste of her dear friend's ass as her muzzle cleaned that dick. Francine reeled back soon enough and pulled up her scrubs, abruptly leaving the mephit and vixen alone. Phoebe was still dazed and gaping, eyes glazed and asshole dripping when Anicha shared a lewd kiss that tasted of sodomy.

"You have no idea how happy I am that we ended up on the same ship," murmured Phoebe as she was pulled along into the captain's quarters by Anicha to wash up and to rest.

Clarissa arrived in the quarters shared by her and Matilda and opened the door. She immediately spied Vanna and the bear in bed, in a naked embrace. The mouse bit her lip and tiptoed on over to the edge of the bed.

"Well, hiya sweetie," said Matilda, the big mama bear squeezing a handful of her rabbit companion's nice, wide tush. "Vanna here is the only girl who seems to be joining us in the quarters. She said she likes girls, so it works out." Clarissa wiggled out of her small white nurse's uniform and left it pooled in the bed as she joined the pair in just her underwear.

"I thought the guests were gonna sleep on our rug," said Clarissa, and Matilda laughed, clapping a large bear paw to Vanna's butt.

"If you can invite the doctor over, I figured you'd be okay with me sharing some cuddles with a soft bunny," said the sow. Vanna was oddly silent through all of this, though she rolled over in the bed to make room for the mouse, then off the bed completely.

"I need a shower," said the sultry-voiced rabbit as she wandered off into the small bathroom of the living quarters. After exchanging looks, the bear sow got out of bed and followed her guest along. The naked rabbit was playing with the controls when the sow tapped her on the shoulder.

"Don't take it personal dear, my girlfriend is just the jealous type. Vanna blinked a few times. The bathroom was tiny, and there was barely room for two, let alone her and a woman Matilda's size. "I had a little much to drink," remarked the mama bear, as she turned to sit down on the steel toilet nearby, "Don't mind me." The fascinated bunny turned off the shower and dropped down to her knees in front of the bear on the potty, and looked on with fascination.

"Hey now, what are you doing?" asked Matilda as Vanna placed her paws on the bear's thick thighs and spread them apart. The sow looked up from the rabbit to see her girlfriend, Clarissa in the doorway. Clarissa was fascinated with what Vanna was doing. A hot breath rolled over Matilda's nethers through her dark brown pubic bush.

"Don't mind me, ma'am... I just want to watch you." This surprised the couple. Clarissa could not look away either, as the request was granted and a hot yellow stream flowed from Matilda into the toilet. She didn't know whether to be disgusted or not as the female bunny casually lapped at the golden current streaming from her lover. Matilda, though, seemed to enjoy the novelty of it all.

"Oooh... You're a thirsty bunny, are 'ya? You could have just asked for a glass of water." Her bladder drained quickly enough, and before the sow could reach for the toilet tissue to pat dry, Vanna's tongue was already busy cleaning the sow's loins of any lingering drops. This made the sow tremble a little, and place her large paw on the back of Vanna's head.

"She's really good, Clarie... you should try it!" said the bear. Clarissa was just drunk enough to be adventurous, but she slipped off her knickers and let them pool on the bathroom floor. She was shorn nicely between the legs like the ship's guests, save for a small patch of brown pubic fur above her slit. Clarissa climbed into the shower and leaned back against the wall, and splayed her folds apart. Matilda turned Vanna's head and whispered,

"Go get it..." with a swat to Vanna's chubby butt. The slave bunny crawled along on all fours as she entered the tub, and kneeled down between Clarissa's legs. She was quite happy to nuzzle at Clarie's plump mound, and pleasantly surprised to find it damp even before Clarissa started to pee. The evening's wine, now a much younger vintage, streamed out over the rabbit's muzzle before her mouth opened. Despite efforts to drink, enough leaked to get both girls wet, Clarissa's pee leaking down her thighs even as it wet Vanna's face and breasts.

"I feel dirty doing this..." said Clarissa self-consciously, but now Vanna was happily licking at her pissing pussy! She continued this even as the flow ebbed to a halt. The mouse moaned, and so did Matilda, too big to join the pair in the shower, but she had a paw working between her legs. Clarie, though, looked at her newly soaked playmate and whispered,

"Wanna return the favor, Vanna?" The rabbit quite liked where she was, but it seemed the appropriate thing to do. Without comment or complaint, she stood in the shower, and now Clarissa assumed the position between Vanna's legs. The bunny clearly knew better what she was doing, as she splayed her plump folds with her fingers and placed pressure on either side of her urethral opening... As Clarissa went in for a taste, Vanna pulled back with those fingers and let loose, the string arcing and landing in Clarie's hair. Now Clarissa had to close her eyes, while the slave bunny took a leak onto her face and into her mouth. She was blushing fiercely and trying to lick at where the stream was coming from, with little success until the flow had ceased. At about this time Matilda was shaking on her seat on the toilet, overtaken by climax. Vanna turned on the shower and quickly washed herself and Clarie off, emerging from the shower first to dry herself, and then Clarie, in the cramped bathroom.

"Still want me to sleep on the rug?" asked Vanna as she slipped out through the entrance, naked and a little damp, to lay back in the bed. The mouse put up no argument as the three soon went to sleep, all sharing the big bed.