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"Juneau insists that snow rabbit vessels lack color."

"And what do you think?" Oliver asked, fitting a wall panel back into place. It clicked and stayed.

"I think I am mostly grey. And you are mostly white." A playful pause, swishing her fluffy tail about. "Monochrome is one of my weaknesses," Assumpta decided, looking around the empty engine room, admiring the smooth, clean lines and the peaceful palate.

"Perhaps you are simply colorblind."

The snow leopard looked to her mate and purred, sauntering toward him. "Then how would I know your eyes are blue? Like mine ... "

"A lucky guess?"

She chuckled, lightly. The two engineers were on a newly built starship docked at Orbital 7. A sleek, intrepid vessel that'd been somewhat rushed into production to help with the war effort. "It's a pity this thing won't be field tested."

"Oh, it will. Just not in proper, controlled conditions."

"Are they really that desperate for ships?" Assumpta asked, quietly. "They can't wait a few more weeks?"

"I try not to think about the tactical situation," Oliver told her. "It would distract me from doing my job. As well as cause me to worry about you."

"Luminous is protecting the Home-world and its orbiting stations. We won't be sent to the front lines. I'm relatively safe."

"The front lines are fluid, Assumpta. They may inch closer than you think ... "

"I am a predator. I may not seek battle, but I won't shirk from it, either," she told him, seriously.

"Of course." The snow rabbit gave her a restrained smile. "I sometimes forget you are a predator. I love you so much that I only see you as my mate."

"Then perhaps you need to be reminded," she said, playfully, her big paws settling on his shoulders, "of what I really am. And what I can do to you."

"Ah, but I think we both know that you get a thrill out of me 'turning the tables' on you." He removed her paws from his shoulders. Nudging her back a bit. "You turn into a helpless kitten under my touch." To prove it, he danced his fingers down her nape. Sliding his paws down her uniform, to her hips, then her rump. Which he firmly groped. This made her fluffy tail lift.

"I, uh ... " She cleared her throat. " ... I would deny that if I could, to save my pride," she told him, distractedly. "But I can't. You are my greatest weakness. And I do not care who knows it." Ask him, Assumpta. It's not that big a deal. "Which is why I want you to meet my crewmates. They are constantly asking about you ... "

"Oh, really?" A raised brow, tall ears twiddling slightly.

"They tease me. They smell your scent on me, and they've become curious."

"Am I that potent?"

"Apparently." She glanced downward. "You don't have to if you don't want ... "

His eyes sparkled. "I would be glad to visit Luminous, again." He'd been there once before. Months ago, as part of a repair team. That's how they'd met. "I'll officially meet your friends. And then you can show me your quarters." Their jobs currently required that they reside in different places. But they were meeting together constantly, at odd times, whenever they were able.

"No doubt the first thing you'd do is try out the bed," she accused, warmly, slanting her hips in his grasp.

He pressed his nose to her cheek, running it through the fur. Over to her neck, where he began mouthing, "I thought I might try out the shower, first, actually."

The snow leopard arched in place.

"My whole life, I thought felines hated getting wet. But you seem very fond of bathing with me." He pulled his head back, now. Nose to nose. "I wonder why?"

"I simply value cleanliness."

"Of course ... "

"I meant to ask why you were alone in here when I arrived? Where's your team?"

"I sent them on some errands," Oliver confessed, slyly. "They'll be back, eventually."

"Good planning."

"Thank you."

"When will they be back, exactly?"

"Are you planning something?" he pressed, bobtail beginning to flicker with excitement.

"Just curious. I am a cat."

"We just went over that." He glanced at an internal chronometer, doing some quick calculations in his head. "Twenty-five minutes? Give or take. That's how much 'alone time' we have left."

"May I be blunt?"

"When aren't you?"

She ignored that, telling him, "As an engineer, I've long fantasized about having sex while pressed up to a warp core casing. To feel its vibrations coursing through my body, fur basking in its light ... mm, the raw, technological power," she muttered, "countered by the organic, animal power of a male trying to eclipse it. Me sandwiched between the two, completing the circuit ... " Words devolved into purrs.

"If that weren't so oddly poetic, I would deem it kinky." Oliver gave her a hot and hungry look-over. "I wasn't aware you had a 'techno' fetish. I learn something new about you every day."

"It's not a fetish," she defended, simply, clearing her throat. "It's a fantasy."

"Ah. Well, then ... "

"There is a difference."

"If you say so."

"As if you aren't erect at the idea, yourself." Her big, spotted paw reached between his legs, grabbing hold. "Or is that a carrot in your pants ... "

"It just might be," he teased, breathing a little quicker. "But, admittedly, the mere thought of having you in any form or fashion makes my loins surge."

"You won't get reprimanded if you are caught breeding on duty, will you?" Some commanding officers were more lenient about that than others. Wren happened to be very lenient. But, then, being lenient with his crew allowed him, as captain, the same luxury.

"We aren't going to get caught," he assured.

"Promise?"

"We've gotten away with it before, haven't we?" He kissed her neck. More than once. "No, I won't get into trouble. Unless you consider yourself trouble?"

The feline laughed. "Only when I'm moody," she insisted, without skipping a beat, shuffling backwards while trying to remove his shirt. "And I will be if you don't indulge me ... "

The snow rabbit doe kissed the blunt, blood-filled tip of his essence, pre oozing and smearing on her soft, warm lips, mixing with some saliva. Slowly pulling away, the fluid concoction strung between her maw and his loins, lustfully linking them. But a lazy swipe of her tongue soon disconnected it. "Mm. I rather enjoy doing this," she whispered, seductively, on all fours. Her fluffy, teardrop-shaped tail flickered upward. "Don't you?"

"Aria, you've been teasing me for twenty minutes," Ross replied, weakly, his mouse-hood aching, furry sac swollen and pulled up tightly. He was flat on his back, head lifting for a moment to make eye contact. His ears were rosy and his pupils dilated. "I don't know how m-much ... mm, more I can take." His head fell back down, rolling aside. His ropy tail jerked about, once. Twice. Then went limp.

"You'll be fine. The true thrill of sex comes from the build-up," she assured him, a single, black claw tracing down the middle of his chest, following the line of symmetry through his blue-grey fur. "The anticipation."

"Well, maybe if we were in bed, in our quarters, then we could simmer for hours. You know, in private? But we're in a holding cell! It's not exactly the most romantic environment."

"The force field isn't active. We're not actually prisoners," she reminded him, rather casually. "Besides, I run the place."

"You're totally getting off on this 'prisoner play' ... "

"Am not."

"Are, too."

Her eyes crinkled with amusement as she offered another lazy denial. "If anyone is aroused, it's you ... "

"Because you've been touching me ... and, uh ... yeah." She'd called him to the constable's office, her office overlooking the Promenade on the station, about half an hour ago. They'd wound up in the brig, which had several holding cells. And one thing led to another, which then led to this. He didn't even remember taking his clothes off. But he obviously had ...

"Shall I stop, Ross? Is that what you really want?" she asked, rising up to her knees, sighing with faux-impatience. Her snowy, perfect rump rested on the heels of her foot-paws while her bobtail hiked up properly.

"Wait," he insisted, shaking his head, whiskers twitching. "I, uh, didn't say that ... "

She lowered back to all fours. "Good," she mewed. "Cause I wasn't going to."

"Oh." He paused for a moment. "Still, what if one of your deputies catches us?" the meadow mouse asked.

"Then they'll get a good show," she replied, casually. A kiss to his chest. Then his shoulder. He arched into every one. "Besides, they know we have no prisoners at the moment. If they see I'm back here, they'll know why. They're smart enough to leave me alone when I'm 'interrogating' someone."

"So, you've done this before?" His eyes widened.

"Well. Once or twice," she said, enigmatically. Actually, more like nine or ten times. But who was counting?

"With who? More of your deputies?"

"That's not important. You only need to know I'm doing it with you, now. Relax, darling."

"I am relaxed."

"You're twitching all over."

"That's because I'm a mouse," he insisted. When you were a mouse, some things couldn't be helped. Like twitching. And being incredibly cute. It still sounded odd to say it out loud, though. It was easy to forget he'd ever been human at all, sometimes. That was quick, wasn't it? After just a few weeks? But I guess you have to adapt to survive. I've just adapted, is all ...

"You shouldn't be so uptight about sexuality. It's an unfortunate human trait we must rid you of," she declared, slinking down his body. Kissing the underside of his shaft, then outright suckling her way to the base.

"Y-yeah," he agreed, dumbly, lifting his belly. "Ah-h ... Aria, I want you," he blurted. "Please!"

She used a paw to press him back down, blowing a breath upon his organ. Bumping it with her nose. Back to the tip, again, whispering, "When you tell me what I want to know, you'll be rewarded. Not before."

"I'm not an actual prisoner! I don't have any ... a-any information ... "

"Come now, rodent," she said, throwing herself into the role-play. And the fact that it flustered him so much made it even more enjoyable. There was nothing more adorable than an aroused and discombobulated mouse. "We both know you're hiding human secrets. They're planning an invasion, aren't they?"

"We ... I mean, they," he corrected, "don't even have faster-than-light travel. Can't invade anyone."

"Then how did they find out about us? Enough to run experiments to create furry-human hybrids?"

"I was just an average citizen. I had no access to classified intelligence. I don't know ... "

"You don't know? Well, that's a pity," she said, dancing her tongue-tip on the back of his smooth, cherry-pink glans, swirling round to the front. Pulling back, she flicked the shaft with her thumb a few times, causing that whole engorged organ to vibrate in place. Like a tuning fork, almost. "Don't make me strap you down ... "

A squeaky moan.

"I won't need props. I'll just use my natural strength," she boasted. "Straddle you with my hips and push my paws down against your chest. Maybe pin your wrists to the floor. You won't be going anywhere. I promise you that."

He gulped.

The thought of riding him was incredibly tempting. But the more she stared at that erection, remembering its texture, taste, and the aura surrounding it, she began to change her mind, dropping the role-play stuff and telling him, "There is something so primal, so empowering about suckling the seed of life from the male sex. It can be such a beautiful act. Almost an art ... "

He looked to her, semi-coherently. "Isn't that true of all lovemaking?"

"To an extent," she replied. "There's two kinds of sex. At least the way I see it. Lusty and romantic. One is steered by the animal side of us, the other by the civilized. Instinct versus emotion. They both have their place. You could even say they are a duality. You cannot understand one without the other as a reference point."

"What are you getting at, exactly?"

"Just that the animal in me wants to fuck you senseless. Without delay." She paused, letting that sink in. "It's the part that bred with Elim during my heat. The part that insists our mate-ship be somewhat open. It wants to be indulged as soon as the appetite strikes. Like a true rabbit."

"I see ... "

"However, the civilized part wants to 'know' you, exclusively. All your secrets, all your pleasures, to keep flirting and teasing you with words, bantering until our dry throats can only be quenched with the moisture of each other's kiss."

That sounded good. Very good, yes. "So, we can do both at once?" he asked, hopefully.

"Possibly." She mewed with mirth. "Would it be too much for your brain to handle? Your mouse-hood, your ears. So much blood leaving for so many places. I don't want you to blank out on me ... "

He closed his eyes. "Mm-h ... well, I think we've combined the two ... um, the love and lust. You know. Before. I think I'll manage this time, too."

"I don't doubt it. I'm just teasing you, mousey," she relented, softly.

Opening his eyes, he smiled at her. A big, bucktoothed smile.

"If I use my muzzle gently, do you think you can hold off your orgasm long enough to bring me to one, too?" Speaking of a 'sixty-nine,' of course. She didn't want to get into position and have him go off thirty seconds later. That wouldn't be any fun.

"I can. I promise," he squeaked. But, then, at this point, he'd do anything to get his penis in her mouth. Or anywhere. Honestly. He was so horny.

She began turning herself around, on top of him. "You better be. You know what happens to prisoners who don't tell the truth ... "

Assumpta had one leg around Oliver, with the other securely planted on the carpet. He was completely naked. She wasn't. Not yet. But, oh, soon. Her uniform-top unzipped and off one shoulder, loosely hanging on the other, her bra jiggling with her breasts. She tried to get out of it, all of it. With his help. The snow rabbit's paws unhooked that bra. Seconds later, it was tossed. She shrugged that shirt off, and, now, finally, they were both in the fur, and the snow rabbit's hot, tundra-white loins began covering her own, steadily rocking, grinding. He dipped, angling into her, penetrating, immediately pumping back and forth like a piston in a well-lubricated engine. It was, by now, a familiar sensation to her, lighting her up like a fantastic fire.

The snow leopard's claws extended from their sheaths. She dug them into his fluffy, bob-tailed rump. A little involuntary encouragement.

"Ah-h ... n-uh ... "

Everything glowed, throbbed, and pulsed with clear purpose behind her as they finally became one. Yes, this ... this was it! She hissed, easing back against the clear, phallic-shaped warp core casing, closing her eyes. Nipples tingling, body flushing beneath her pelt. She was like a wet outlet, a socket, and he was the plug. Each felt jolted by increasingly pleasurable currents. Maybe this ship's engines needed proper field-testing. But, oh, Lord, their engines seemed to be working just fine ...

His entire mouse-hood was in her eager, twisting maw. Five inches of raw, rigid, succulent flesh. She suckled it, causing a rivulet of salty, silky pre to run down her throat. It tickled, and she was forced to swallow around him.

"Mm-h! Mm ... "

His sounds only encouraged her. Lips loosening into a smooth ring, she slid back, back. 'Til just his tip was concealed. Her tongue began assaulting that plump, sensitive glans, lapping o'er the slit repeatedly.

The mouse began humping her face, blindly.

She had to grip his hips to forcefully slow him down. Which was hard to do, since her body was undergoing pleasure-spasms, as well.

For as distracted as the mouse was, he was still doing his duty. His nose haphazardly nuzzling around her clitoris while his tongue broadly scooped between her petal lips, into the core of her flower. Eventually, with his jaw seizing up, he went easy on the tongue and zeroed in on that clit, rubbing his lips against it, kissing it, then outright suckling the darling bud. He even let his buckteeth graze against it once or twice.

This set the rabbit off, and she mewed desperately, her breath hitching as she began grinding her hips against his face. She peaked. Sudden, sharp, and steamy. Very juicy.

He lapped her nectar right up, moaning crazily, feeling his cock recoil like a canon after a blast. Pleasure raced up his spine, going off like a firework in his brain, the embers of which filtered down to every nerve. Spurt, spurt! Spurt! His foot-paws extended, the toes curling tightly until it was over.

Aria let his seed pool over her tongue and teeth, sloshing it against her cheeks. Before swallowing, once. Twice. Nose flaring. She suckled her way to his tip and then off it, swallowing a third time before sighing and laying her head on his thigh. Her white cheek-fur meshing with his slate-colored pelt. "I think I can let you off for good behavior," she decided, licking her lips. Gently cupping his long-tailed behind with a sweaty paw.

Ross could only squeak in response.

The chipmunk's tongue peeked out, cutely. She'd told herself she wasn't going to moan. I'm not going to moan. I'm not! But, uh, well ... that changed rather swiftly. Sometimes, you couldn't help it. "Oh-h ... oh, yeah ... "

"Mm, an' you didn't wanna do this," Pyro slurred, breathlessly, being the cause of her noises.

"I dunno how you talk me into things ... "

"With my affable nature an' my ... mm, dashing ... " A grunt, thrusting forward. " ... g-good looks." He threw his head back, sighing heavily. "Ah!"

Soldotna was on her back, lying on an oval-shaped torpedo in a dimly lit corner of the Luminous armory. She was in the fur, legs raised, spread, and wrapped around the wolf's hips. She'd been hesitant, at first. I don't fool around in the armory, Pyro. It's full of weapons. It's a serious place. But, obviously, he'd broken through her defenses. Some security officer she was!

"Y'sure, again, this won't go off ... "

"I t-told you ... " A slight gasp, her creamy belly pushing upward. And those breasts. Perky, pretty breasts. Her face scrunched in bliss, making the bold, dark-brown stripe that ran down the middle of her head and down her back to ripple a bit. " ... the detonators are computer-controlled," she managed to explain. "They're locked into safety mode until they detect an outside environment. Until they're launched."

Pyro's sharp teeth began to show, mischievously. "So, if the wasps attack us, and we defeat them with a torpedo we had sex on? Can we say our love ended the war? Technically, it'd be true, right ... especially if we have sex on all of them. Cover our bases, you know?"

"Pyro!"

"H-heh ... what?" he asked, goofily, burying his bone between her legs again.

"Mm-f ... you're incorrigible," she accused, slightly breathless, feeling her walls undulate. She dug her heels into his rump.

"Thanks, hun. I try my hardest," he said, winking, his knot beginning to plump. He was close. Very close. He'd wanted to breed her in the armory since they'd met. Teased her about it, constantly. He wasn't entirely sure why it appealed to him so much. Maybe it was because this place was a part of her identity, and he wanted to be intimate with every facet of her? Maybe because screwing around at work was a rite of passage for furs? Or maybe, because he was a predator and he had some underlying, violent impulses, and the idea of pleasuring each other while surrounded by weapons of destruction was an instinctual turn on. Loaded with metaphor, wasn't it? It was different, anyway. And different could be fun!

"Oh ... I'm, I'm a-almost ... " She wanted it, wanted him. Craved a mutual explosion. More than anything in the universe, she desired to detonate. She grabbed his pelt, his furry sides. Slowly pulling him into a hug. He had to lean forward and cover her body to accommodate this.

His words muffled against her whiskery cheeks. "I'll get you there, baby. Stay with me. Just ... mm. Mm-h ... " His hips hammered into her, powerfully, his fleshy, capillary-laced knot trying to wedge its way into her vagina. He grunted! She was always a tight fit for his knot, which was designed to become stuck in other predators, not prey. But she was better than any predator he'd ever been with. Pyro was no stranger to pussy. He'd had his share. Prey, too, including some seriously emotional flings back in the Uncharted Territories. But, well, Soldotna was perfect. She understood him, accepted him. And she had a fabulously wiry, energetic body.

"Pyro!" she begged.

He growled in response, humping at a blur. Bump. Thump. Faster, still! Ears pinned back, he threw his weight forward. All of it! There was a lewd, audible 'pop!' noise, finally, as his knot embedded itself inside her, swelling up like a fleshy balloon. Her tunnel was sealed, tightly. He couldn't pull back. Not even a centimeter. He tried. His penis. It was tingling like crazy, like a sparkler, and he knew, immediately, that, "I'm g-gonna ... " He never finished the sentence. Didn't need to.

She felt him climax, sure enough. The way he shuddered, the way his chest rumbled. How securely he held her. His teeth grazing the pulse on her neck, and his hot, raspy breaths. Those glowing, red-ember eyes. The force of his release triggered her own. She shook all over, her strained walls undulating, rippling, milking him for all he was worth. He had no choice but to give it. That's what sex was, right? A beautiful give-and-take? Nature's mandate, one they couldn't disobey.

Pyro's broad tongue was hanging out, dripping saliva off the floppy tip. "Oh ... oh ... "

The chipmunk 'chipped.' Vociferously. For nearly a whole minute.

This made the wolf chuckle. And, when she went quiet, he licked and lapped at her cheek-fur, affectionately. "Mm ... on second thought, if the wasps attack, we don't even need torpedoes. With orgasms this strong, I'll just aim my cock at 'em and ... "

Dotna slapped his furry, wag-tailed ass.

"Mm-f. Hey, now ... "

"Behave, won't you," she murmured, gratefully. "Also, kiss me."

"Yes, ma'am ... "

Their lips locked and their eyes fluttered shut, her paws sliding up his back. Stopping atop his shoulder blades. Suckling noises aplenty, and a twist, a brief parting. Another quick kiss. And another. But it soon stopped. They couldn't pull apart, though, even if they wanted. His knot hadn't deflated at all. They were gonna be stuck like this a while. But she was used to that, by now. "Pyro ... "

"Mm?"

"I love you," she whispered against his cheek, barely audible. It was so vulnerably direct. But she didn't know how else to say it. And she wanted to say it. Needed to say it.

"I love you, too, hun," he murmured back, hugging her tight. "I love you, too ... "

"Why do I feel like we're the only ones doing our jobs, today?" Wren asked Rella. The two squirrels were alone on the bridge. The helm was on autopilot. "I haven't seen Chester or Ketchy in nearly an hour." They were probably in the shuttle bay and sickbay, respectively. "That's lax behavior. Being late is one thing, but totally losing track of time?"

"Well, it's been a slow day," Rella defended. "Everyone's stressed and paranoid about the war. Anxiety's on the rise. Our patrol route is mostly quiet." They were about an hour away from Orbital 9 and the snow rabbit Home-world, right now. "It's probably better for everyone's mental health to just unwind while they can. Let 'em have their fun. The serious stuff will get here soon enough. Besides, you know the saying. 'Furs will be furs'." She didn't bother to hide her smirk.

He almost rolled his eyes. "I'm aware of that. But this crew has no self-control. They breed at the drop of a hat. They might as well be feral, sometimes."

"And you don't?"

"Breed? Not at the drop of a hat." He skipped a beat. "The drop of pants, maybe."

"Guess you have a little 'feral' in you, too, then."

"Careful, there. That sounds like the beginnings of insubordination," he said, with a slow, helpless smile. He shook his head, apologetically. "I feel like we've had this conversation before."

"We have."

"Yeah, and talking about the crew having sex normally ends up with us having sex."

"More often than not."

"Guess we're no better, huh?"

"Nothing wrong with that," she insisted. "Means we're normal and healthy."

"Care to prove it?" he challenged. Hey, if everyone else was doing it ...

"Where?" she asked, eagerly, bushy tail flagging like a mahogany-hued banner behind her.

"My ready room?" One of their normal spots. It was relatively private, and the couch in there was the perfect size for two.

She considered for a moment, twitching her whiskers. "No, how 'bout here, this time."

Wren blinked. "The bridge?"

"The Captain's chair needs to be tested, I think, for durability. If we're attacked, and the bridge starts to shake, well ... gotta be sure your chair's gonna hold up, right? Can't have you, our leader, taken out by a furniture malfunction. Maybe we can simulate the jostling of a battle situation ... "

"Ah. I see." He nodded, trying not to laugh. But it was hard not to. He ended up giggling. "A good point. Very astute, Rella."

"The chief of security has to have all angles covered," she replied, proudly.

"Of course, of course ... but, uh, what if someone decides they actually need to get back to their duties and walks in on us?"

"Have the computer seal bridge access."

"Yeah, and when Admiral Flint reads the logs, he'll wonder why I used my command authorization to close off the bridge. It'd be pretty easy to guess why."

"I'm sure he doesn't even read the logs," she insisted. "You know how many ship captains report to him? He skims them, at best. Gotta file 'em for logistical purposes, but if he does notice? Just tell him you were 'hard at work' and couldn't be disturbed. It would be the truth. You'll be hard, anyway. And you'll be working on me." A pause. "Or, rather, you'll be testing out the Captain's chair, I mean. With my help."

Wren laughed, again. "Well, when you put it that way ... "

Rella left tactical, slowly but purposefully, undoing her uniform-top. Already, her bra was visible. "Lights on or off, sir?"

"On," he whispered, squinting playfully. "I want to admire every inch of you."

"Saying I'm pretty?"

"Very."

"Thank you, sir. You're quite handsome, yourself."

"Don't start with the 'sir' stuff." She was doing that on purpose, to get a reaction. He didn't require his mate, friends, or high-serving officers to call him by rank. Maybe the ensigns and stuff, or if they were in a tense battle situation that called for decorum. Otherwise, it felt too impersonal. And it made him feel old. He didn't like it.

"But it's so fun," she teased.

"It embarrasses me." He was beginning to blush, slightly, sure enough.

"Does that mean you'll give me a reprimand, sir?"

"I might."

"Just so we're clear, I want to be reprimanded by your ... "

"Yeah, I got that," he replied, chuckling, unbuttoning his pants. "Computer, seal bridge entrances until further notice." There was a chirrup sound and some clunk-noises. Followed by the two beautiful, bushy-tailed squirrels stripping off quick. Mahogany and walnut fur coming together.

They skipped their usual, lazy foreplay. The physical kind, anyway. Couldn't their quick bantering count as foreplay, too? Who said the build-up had to be physical? Whatever the case, Wren was already flat on his rump in the Captain's chair with Rella, tail arching behind her, vigorously straddling his lap. Penetration happened without much announcement, other than Wren closing his eyes and sucking air and Rella emitting a brief, throaty noise. They'd get louder, later. The best was yet to come. He felt his nuts tighten, blunt-clawed paws gripping her plush rump as she began rhythmically bucking atop him, their glorious, banner-like tails twitching in unison.

Like good, seasoned senior officers, they wasted no time, immediately hard at work, giving that chair the most thorough testing it had ever gotten.