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When he stepped out upon the secluded balcony that overlooked the vast expanses of wilderness, he saw the old man he was to meet. There he was, lounging in a reclined beach chaise and gazing peacefully at the treetops in sunset. But perhaps most surprising was that the person was a stag of human shape and proportions with worn and grayed fur and withered antlers.

"Zak, I presume? Here to deliver?" the old stag asked as he turned to face him.

Zak froze in place nervously for a moment before he nodded, holding up the briefcase he had been carrying. "Mr. Dossin?"

"That I am," the stag confirmed with a warm smile. He gestured to a matching chaise. "Glad to see you. Feel free to pull up your seat and join me, if you would like."

Zak bit his lip, hesitating before he set the briefcase on the deck between them and flipped it open, his motion neither expert nor clumsy, merely average, his eyes deliberately unstraying from the case.

"I'm more than happy to share, if you would like to enjoy it as well."

Another pause. "I'm not supposed to," he said finally, seeming to have finally found the right words. He spread the two halves of the case, revealing an ornate pipe apparatus and a fine, lidded glass tumbler filled with an iridescent purple grass.

"That is perfectly fine; as I said to your boss, I wish only to try, to have the experience. I've never done this before, so I don't suppose you would show me how?"

Zak gave a short nod, then took a deep, slow breath. His hands trembled ever so slightly as he worked, but nonetheless he carefully, methodically assembled the pipe, placed the herb into the reservoir, and readied the lighter. At last, he held it up and motioned to the mouthpiece.

"Just pull on this. Inhale the smoke deeply and hold it in your lungs," he recited.

Dossin did as he was told, taking the apparatus gingerly in his hands and inhaling slowly with his eyelids fluttering closed. After a pause, he released his lungful of smoke into the sky and set the pipe down in his lap.

"I can feel it already," he said with a smile as he reclined again. "And it is quite the feeling. A buzzing... and now it's fading to a comfortable warm numbness all over that just feels pleasant. I can feel all my troubles just drifting away."

Zak smiled weakly as he fidgeted with his jeans. "I couldn't hope but notice your form," he said.

"The technology is not uncommon," Dossin chuckled. "Nor is its use. Seems almost everyone these days has been transformed to the image of a creature. I was almost surprised that you weren't - why would you be surprised that I am?"

"You didn't seem like the type," Zak admitted lamely as he brushed off of his jeans. "From what my bosses said. They just said you were old and older people seem to have a thing against..." he paused as he tried to conjure the word for the bodymorphic technology, but as he trailed off he realized he was watching this same man take another heavy drag from the pipe. "Tend to have things against lots of stuff, actually."

"I never cared for taboos or trends," Dossin said good-naturedly. "I'm just a curious soul such as yourself who just wants to experience everything before I leave this universe for the next." He took another pull from the pipe as he watched Zak fidget anxiously. "This your first?"

"Huh?" Zak startled.

"First deal that you've done."

"Er, yeah."

Dossin smiled. "Don't worry, you're doing fine," he reassured.

Zak smiled weakly, but at the same time his face fell.

"Well, at least your company finally decided to trust me. I've been asking for quite a while to get to try this, and I'd heard that Terrin Spices was the way to go."

"Terrin Spices and Exotics," Zak recited with a nod. "Yeah, we are. But, um, why do you think that they trust you?"

"I've heard that Terrin only does business with people that they trust," Dossin replied before taking another long pull. He was beaming from ear to ear. Zak hadn't tried the drug himself, but he'd heard that when high on it, everything was beautiful. He could see in Dossin's eys a reveling, savoring of the splendor of the landscape, the quiet rustle of leaves, and the emerging stars in the setting sky. He could simply feel the joy and euphoria that the stag was feeling, and to him it was a bittersweet beauty.

"That's not entirely true," Zak said with a somber sigh. He was now visibly trembling in his legs and arms. "They do business with people they don't trust. Once."

"That seems backwards - the reason to be cautious with trust is that they might be narcotics law enforcers? Or people that might squeal?"

"That's... kinda why they do business with them exactly once."

Dossin paused. His glazed eyes looked at Zak as he turned his head. Zak could almost hear the gears turning slowly. And then he glanced down at the pipe.

"Let me guess... they poison the clients they don't trust? And have I had a lethal dose already?"

Zak shuddered and his eyes watered. "Mr. Dossin... I think the best thing you can do at this point is to enjoy your product.... sir..."

Once the final syllable had faded from the air, Zak slowly drew himself back, shrinking away as he expected the stag to burst out into rage or panic. But what happened instead completely disarmed him.

Dossin laughed.

"I should have known!" he cackled. "The last thing on my bucket list would do me in!"

Zak stared, dumbstruck. "Wha..? You're not mad or anything?"

"I've lived a full life. This only saves me waiting for the reaper. And I get to go out after a pleasant night. That's not so bad." He lifted the pipe to his lips again and took a hearty pull. After holding the smoke in, he slowly let it out with the words "I trust it won't hurt, will it?"

"You'll.... get drowsy and fall asleep. But you wouldn't think it different from any other. And you'll just.... not wake up."

Dossin nodded. "That's not so bad at all. Guess that rules out sharing, though."

After that, Zak had nothing else to say. For half an hour more, the stag laid back, smoked, and talked about the life that was coming to an end. He'd fallen in love, built a family. Two of his three children had outlived him, but his wife and one of his two sons had passed away. While they were together, the family traveled frequently and were always exploring new places and relishing in new experiences. All while Zak picked at his jeans and stared at his shoes through watery eyes.

"Don't mourn me," Dossin said comfortingly. "I regret nothing. If I'd known beforehand, I would probably have done it anyway."

"Really?"

Dossin nodded and yawned widely. "Yep. I'm getting drowsy now, though. Thank you for keeping me company. This would not have been nearly so pleasant a departure had I been alone for it."

Zak nodded weakly; his limbs felt numb, save for when they twitched and tensed of their own accord. "Yeah. No problem. And... er.... sorry."

Dossin yawned again. "Don't be. Though, since I won't be here to deal with the fallout, I have a secret to tell you."

He motioned for Zak to come forward, and he kneeled next to Dossin's chaise and leaned in to hear him whisper. When he finished his sentence, the old deer closed his eyes and laid back peacefully.

***

Zak Fidgeted nervously in the waiting room seat, despite the lush padding of the luxurious easy chair in which he sat.

Finally the guard, an intimidating doberman fellow with black shades and an obvious earpiece nodded for him to come forward. "Funny, not often newbies like you get to see the boss. Don't keep him waiting."

Zak didn't need telling twice; he bolted up and scurried to the doorway as the doberman opened it, revealing an extravagant and luxurious office filled with glass decorations in the shapes of various drug paraphernalia, oak bookcases and classic Victorian curtains and wallpaper. In the center of the room, sitting behind a slim laptop and a solid mahogany table, was an eastern dragon with red and gold scales that glinted majestically. He grinned at Zak, golden mustache-like whiskers twitching slightly, and motioned to an empty leather chair. Sitting in the one next to that was his mentor, Ken, a jackal whom everyone had simply taken to calling Deals.

Zak nervously took his seat as instructed, nervously running through everything he'd done in the last month. Had they suspected him of stealing? He'd never stolen a thing, much less from the company, but if they thought he had...

"Your instructor Deals just wrapped up a pleasant conversation," said the dragon. He was Sebastian Ross, leader of the entire sector's operations for the Terrin Spice company. Zak knew this, despite never having met him face to face, and his presence was even more intimidating than he'd expected, despite that he was clearly trying to be friendly.

"I'm not in trouble, am I?" Zak squeaked nervously.

"Quite the contrary. We're actually incredibly impressed. You managed to get a critical piece of information. We'd been sending people to try to fit things all together, and here you come along and make them all look quite silly! Dossin was particularly tight-lipped, and we hadn't expected him to have anything valuable. Much less what you got from him."

"But I don't know why it was important," Zak said nervously.

"We do, and that's all that matters," Ross reassured. "Though, I'm curious how you got that piece of work to open up. We couldn't get him to cooperate with us at all."

"I just... y'know, chatted with him. You know, being nice and friendly?" Zak stammered nervously, unsure if his friendliness was against protocol.

Ross balked. "For real? Are you kidding?"

"No, just... like, he told me about his wife and kids. His family. Some stories he had traveling."

Ross folded his hands. "That's.... you must be quite the charmer, then. Though, just so you know, it would have been totally cool if you got him to open up by going down on him. We're a company that's founded on letting people enjoy life's pleasures without stigma or judgement, and outside of puritanical empire space, it's perpetual summer of love. Nobody would bat an eyelash if I invited my bodyguard in for a good screw right now."

"That and stags are pretty hot," Deals added with a chuckle.

Zak shook his head. "No. I mean, he wasn't bad-looking or anything, it just didn't happen."

Ross nodded. "I'm not saying you did. I believe you, and it tells me you're good at getting people to open up. That's a valuable skill. And in any case, you've proven your worth and loyalty."

Deals patted Zak fondly on the shoulder, and Zak could feel himself swelling with pride.

"And I hear that you're a chemist looking to improve our products to be more healthful and benign to our consumers - something potentially very valuable, and now that you've proven yourself, we plan on helping you achieve that goal. You'll be getting a quality university education on us, and in the meantime you and your crew are getting a good reward. Your entire crew and then someis getting sent to Morvega."

Deals propped his feat up on the desk and reclined in his chair, arms behind his head. "An entire station that's just a big red-light district. All the easy deals, no police, good prices, and all the best attractions to spend all the money you'll be racking in."

"The place everyone wants to be stationed," Ross purred, clearly savoring the opportunity to give out such a coveted prize.

Zak nodded beamed and nodded slowly, then turned to his mentor. "You excited, Deals?"

There was a pause, and Deals's smile faded a few shades. Ross cleared his throat. "Actually, Deals here has been promoted in light of your work. Seeing that he's raised such a shining star, we're moving him up the chain. Unfortunately, that moves him out of your squad. He won't get to go to Morvega himself, at least not for a bit, but you two will still get to see each other now and again."

"And...." started Deals.

Ross grinned. "And, as an extra treat, he's getting to take you to get that bodymorph you've been wanting these past few years."

Zak's face lit up with glee. "Whoah! Really!"

"It might be a while until you two see each other again, so I wanted to give you two a chance to say goodbye with a pleasant detour. We have a taxi on the way to take you two there when you're ready. Oh, and before you go, just remember - the information itself is a secret. Don't tell anyone, not even your crewmates. Got it?"

"Got it."

The taxi was the most comfortable vehicle that Zak had been in. It was really more of a short limo to him. He and Deals sprawled across the backseat after toasting with a bottle each of classy beer. It was his first alcoholic drink in his life, and he was already feeling the warmth from fingers to toes. The taxi lifted up into the air and launched forward, but it felt like they hadn't accelerated at all, a sign of high-quality motion dampers. It was the first time Zak had experienced so many fine luxuries, and it was even more intoxicating than the beer in his hands, strong though it was.

As they flew out, Deals pulled Zak into his lap. Zak closed his eyes and compliantly laid back against his mentor's chest. He wasn't terribly surprised when he felt a hand feeling between his legs. They'd grown close over the six months they'd been working together. Zak really trusted Deals and felt comfortable around him. When they were alone, they'd often snuggle up to each other, and every now and then, they would slip out of their clothes and feel each other up. Things hadn't gone much further than that - Zak had always been too nervous and shy to go all the way, but he wondered if in the moment, that might fade away. He'd been curious for a while now.

"So, you thought about what you want your new form to be?"

It was a short pause before Zak shrugged, slightly embarrassed. "I actually haven't decided, to be honest."

"You've wanted this for yeeeaaars."

"Yeah. I mostly just like the concept though. Seems every time I fancy one, I change my mind. There are so many possibilities, do I have to just stick with one?"

"Work your way up the ladder and you can get a machine and do it every night if you want."

Zak smiled. "Actually, that sounds like what I'd really like."

Deals beeped him on the nose. "Yeah, until you're a kingpin, you have to pick something that you'll stay with for a while."

"Well, how about a tetra fish? You know, the ones that look like neon?"

Deals chuckled. "They're pretty, yeah, but kinda icky. Might smell funny too."

"Well, I've always really liked fireflies. I think that would really bring out how much I like chemistry and bio-"

"Slow down," Deals laughed, patting Zak's chest. "I mean, that would be pretty and artsy and all. Like those models of high fashion, you know? The crazy dresses that are supposed to be profound, abstract art? They're pretty and all, but can you imagine talking to someone like that?"

Zak snorted as his mind conjured the mental image of one he'd seen on the television a while back. "Good point. What would you suggest?"

"Well, if it's just temporary, maybe you'd like to be a fox. They're approachable. And common enough that people would be used to it and nobody would be weirded out or anything. Not to mention they're damn sexy." He grinned, giving Zak a hungry look. "You'd make a good fox. You can always change it later, but fox would make a good first."

With a chime, the taxi landed and the doors opened. Zak stumbled out of the taxi, followed by a grinning Deals, and the two walked through a pair of glass doors, down an elevator, and into a waiting room decorated to the brim with pastels and plush. An attendant, an elegant gazelle in a rose-colored dress, nodded to them. "Appointment for Mr. Taban?"

"That's him!" Deals roared, urging Zak forward with a firm spanking.

Zak blushed, unsure of how the attendant would take to the display of affection, but she seemed not to mind and kept a polite, professional air about her as she led him through the door and into a room mostly taken up by a large pod resembling a spacious brass coffin.

"Just lie in the changing bed and the machine will take over. What body did you have in mind?"

"A fox!"

"Traditional red?"

Zak nodded. "With jellybean toes?"

She laughed warmly. "They'll be a little understated on the hands unless you want to lose some of your ability to grip and hold things, which I don't recommend. We have a model loaded that adds in random variation and factors in your original appearance to give you a unique look that keeps a touch of your old self. Does that sound good?"

Zak smiled gleefully. "Perfect!"

The attendant guided him to get undressed and lay back in the bed. He was pleasantly surprised that her professional and friendly manner melted away all of his insecurities - he'd previously fretted that he might embarrass himself in front of such a person should he go through with the procedure. Despite being nude, he felt completely at home, and when the gazelle closed the lid, he was able to drift peacefully to sleep.

He woke up what seemed like a brief nap later. The bed was opening slowly, and the first thing he saw by the light of the office was the grinning face of Deals.

"Ya look good," the Jackal drawled as he took in Zak's new body.

Zak looked down at himself. Sure enough, his body had been turned into that of a fox - auburn and white fur now covered him, and when he went to feel his arms (without even thinking about it), that fur was silk between the pads of his paws. Almost right away, his whole body began to tingle out of giddiness.

Deals reached into the bed slowly, his paw gently touching down on Zak's stomach and starting to rub in slow circles. As his abdominals tensed and relaxed with the paradoxically soothing and invigorating massage, he admired his lower half, covered in a thick carpet of silk threads.

"Ya know," Deals drawled, "I've been meaning to give you something for some time. And this might be our last for a while, so..."

"Hmmm?" Zak sat up and turned to Deals, who had taken a step back and was slowly removing his shirt. When the jackal began to unbutton his trousers, it finally clicked and Zak found himself blushing yet again.

Adult Scene: Deals's Goodbye Deals has sex with Zak in the office.

When they were both ready, they stepped out of the office for the taxi back. Zak was glancing nervously around, worried that someone would know of their rendezvous, while Deals was carefree and lighthearted - positively glowing from the encounter. As they went through the waiting room, Zak caught the eye of the gazelle attendant from earlier. He paused, then broke the eye contact as he shamefully glanced at the far corner of the room and ducked out with Deals, feeling that he'd been caught and judged. But as he left, he thought about her expression, and couldn't help but glance over his shoulder just to make sure. She was still looking at him - her expression wasn't angry or even annoyed; if anything, she looked worried for him. He couldn't imagine why.

Karina sauntered through the gentleman's club. She had a good feeling about the night. She'd already gotten a few good tips with her lapdances, and a hearty number of requests for 'room service' sessions after her shift. If she played her cards right tonight, she knew she could have enough rent money for months, get some damn good groceries for a while instead of the usual cheap crap she had to eat to get by. And all in one night too. Maybe even get to treat herself with some new clothes or some choice poisons.

She was a leopardess, clad in a tight, stiff shirt aimed at getting guys looking for the librarian types. To match, she had on a pair of thin specs that made her gaze seem focused. Boys just loved being looked at like they were a prime specimen, and it made the tips flow. She'd even had to get extra pockets on her khaki short-shorts.

A mouse "colleague", as they'd come to call each other, winked at her as she moved past with a platter of drinks. She was working her 70's flight attendant getup, and it was clearly bringing in business tonight.

"There's some funny guy over in the corner, asked for a dance," said the mouse. "All yours."

"Stuck with the drinks?"

"Even if I wasn't," she answered quickly, putting down the platter. "Creeps me out a bit."

"What, you think he'll follow you home? That he'll be pushy?"

"No," she said as she dumped out the stained ice from the cocktail tumblers. "Just... y'know, I'm not scared of him or nothin', just seems like he really shouldn't be here. Like he's a narc or something."

"Lilly, this is Morvega. This place was set up so that it wouldn't have any laws. It has a sovereignty in the legal sense just so that it's recognized by the Universal Union so nobody can try to invade us and enforce any laws. Our constitution is just one word - Anarchy - and only submitted because the UU needed it. So no, there are no narcs and there never will be. Or if they're here, it's to cut loose and they have no power here."

"I didn't mean like that!" Lilly sighed. "I know how this place runs, doll. I've been here longer than you. I didn't mean narc-narc, but... it's just how he seems. Like I said, I don't think he's a threat, he's just.... weird."

Karina glanced over to the corner. Lounging on one of the reclined sofas, arms sprawled out to take up the whole thing, was a wolf wearing a black leather trenchcoat, open on the front to show a pair of ratty jeans and a plain white shirt. On his face, he wore a pair of unremarkable shades - just plain enough that it would be lost in a box of average sunglasses. He seemed totally at ease with the place, but lost in thought. She might have shrugged him off, until she noticed thick wads of bills sticking out of several of his pockets.

"Good tips if you don't mind a fuckin' tourist."

"He doesn't look like a tourist," Karina said slowly, biting her lower lip. "It seems like he's doing this on purpose. Tourists are overwhelmed and have no composure."

Lilly shrugged. "He asked for a dance. You gonna give it to him?"

After a pause, Karina shrugged. Dancers on Morvega had the mob at their back for protection - nobody dared mess with them. What the hell was the worst that could happen? She waltzed over to him, taking a moment to brush the long curtain of wavy hair cascading behind her head, lick and pout her lips, puff out her chest, and get a strut going.

"Hey big boy."

He looked up at her with a smooth smile. He reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a wad of twenties. Easily half a month's rent for her right there. "Wanna come in closer and say that again?"

The music was deep and booming, but Karina was pretty sure that her voice had been clear. Going with it, she swooped in and snatched the wad of cash with her teeth before straightening up in front of him, pushing out her breasts while she transferred the money from her mouth to her pocket.

He chuckled, and pulled out another wad, casually as if it were chump change for him - maybe a rich sophist with a dark side? Someone in the drug rings? In any case, he was holding the cash next to his hip, and with the other hand flipping his fingers back in a gesture for her to come closer.

She knelt over his lap, one knee nearly touching his shoulder, the other one still on the floor. Putting her chest right in front of his face, her chin right at his forehead. Her body inches from his. She swept her hand to his hip, 'accidentally' bumping it with her hand as she pulled the money from his pliable fingers. "What's a tough guy like you doing here?"

"Looking for someone to talk to," he said, leaning close to her ear. Not whispering, but talking quietly. In a tone of voice that might otherwise have suggested that he was proposing for her to come to his room after.

"Then why aren't you talking to the bartender like all the other lonely Johns? That's how we do most of our exchanges with the courtesans in this joint."

"Because I know where people listen, and where people don't."

She straightened up and away from him, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"The cartels, the police, and so on, they've all got ears everywhere. But they know a lot of lonely mopes tell their life stories to their dancers and don't figure anyone will say much else. Not like the bar where a discrete listener could get valuable information."

"You're pretty clever," she said. She was about to get up when he flipped out another wad of money. The notes were even bigger this time. Biting her lip, she knelt back down and pressed her chest against his while her hand wandered to the money. "Are you a secret agent or something, here on vacation?"

"Not quite," he purred into her ear. "I'm gay, actually, so this lapdance isn't for my benefit."

"What kind of homo gets a lapdance?" grinning, she unbuttoned her shirt and let her ample breasts spill out. No bra underneath either - her nipples were exposed to his sight; not a privilege given with every dance. The client raised his eyebrows, but seemed neither pleased nor annoyed - rather, he seemed to have an intentionally unreadable expression. "It's always been a fantasy of mine to turn a gay man straight," she purred. "Even if it's just a roleplay." She reached behind her back so that he couldn't see, and her hand went under her torso to plant her palm on his crotch. To her surprise, she could feel his sheath, but it wasn't swolen in the least.

"That's very sweet of you," he continued. "But actually, I'm here to tell you something. And I'd like you to spread it to your friends too - get the word out, but be discrete. The LEID are coming. This place is about to get very dangerous. I suggest you go somewhere safe, preferably off-station."

She balked. "You're joking, right? I mean, I know to them we're the mecca of sin, but they've no reason to come at us."

"Not at you and your friends, no. Someone else. But expect lots of collateral."

He got up and cleared his throat. "Thanks for the dance, love." He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

She watched him as he turned around and started to leave. She stood dumbstruck until he was almost halfway to the exit when she blurted, "Hey! It'd be easier for me to give you a good time if I could find your room. Got contact info?"

He smiled, then turned around slowly and walked up to her, then whispered in her ear "Roy. Glad to see my time here's not wasted. I'll be around and keep you updated with what I know."

When Zak stepped up the ramp onto the familiar ship, he was greeted by a racket of cheers, then several streams of beer fizz as it shot out of a small artillery worth of bottles.

"There's the big man now!" A broad tiger rushed forward and gave Zak a bear hug, squeezing him hard enough that he nearly lost his wind as he was lifted up, then plopped back on his feet. After a chuckle, Zak returned the hug to his best friend since grade school, Troy Dunst, who everyone else had come to call Jumps. Only Zak was allowed to call him Troy, and everyone respected that.

"I heard it was because of you that we're headed to this goddamn VACATION!" That was Jules, an athletic raptor.

"Morvega, man! People would kill to get to sell there. No cops, no regs, and all the best whores and drugs to get with all the money you'll be swimming in!" Dan, a white tiger-wolf with a mohawk.

A low rumbling sound, both proud and reveling. "You're gonna get your dick sucked dry." Duke, a chubby grizzly with jet-black fur.

He got a high-five from Ian, a tall horse of pure chocolate color. A bunch of other faces and shapes, but those were the only ones that he'd remembered thus far. Everyone else, he just shook his head, verbally ducked out of the fact that he didn't remember their names yet, and made a mental note to get to know everyone. After all, since this big news, they all knew him.

"So that you guys who haven't gotten to know him so well," Jumps began, clearing his throat as the cabin fell silent to listen, "Head of his chem class. Freaking outsmarting the teacher - who wasn't dumb, mind you. But for fuck's sake, man. Grew up with the most archaic dicks ever. You should have heard the fit they threw when they got word that he'd kissed a boy."

"Fuck, were you raised by Leid or something?" Jules cackled.

"You would think. I got to go hang with him at his house, right? They made the biggest fucking deal of it. Had the help clean up for the whole day beforehand. Dusted behind the fridge and shit. Place felt like a fucking museum - I was scared to touch even the floor, man. But I got him out of it."

Zak nodded, confirming all of the story.

"That's why he's a little uptight sometimes. But he's getting over it. It's really good for him. And if anyone says anything bad about him, then they're gonna have to deal with me first."

Jules smiled. "Ey, you got the whole company at your back, man. Especially your squad. We'd all take a bullet for each other. So if anyone's got shit with you, they got shit with us."

"But I get to deal with the fucker first, since I've known him the longest," boasted Jumps. "And I'm gonna help him work out all the stiffness that his stupid folks left him with."

The crew gave a short cheer and the conversation faded to swapping stories for the better part of the six-hour trip. There were plenty of tales about hilarious deals, daring escapes from 'the fuzz', mind-bogglingly weird clients, and escapades while drunk, stoned, or high.

The ship overhead chimed, "Docking at Morvega in three minutes."

"Almost there, man. Don't waste any time once we land. All the good stuff to enjoy."

Ian snorted from where he was sitting across the compartment. "Every kind of ass you could want. For hire if you're too lazy to fish around the bars, even. Hey Zak, what's your type? I'd love to play wingman for ya."

The question seemed to get several people interested; Duke turned to Zak and raised an eyebrow expectantly, and Jumps grinned at him like they were kids about to talk about their favorite candies and toys.

"What you into?" Ian prodded. "Skinny babes? Busty ones? Athletic? Bookish? How about men? Football players? Twinks? Studs? Bears?"

"And what fetishes?"

The question actually had Zak struck dumb for a moment. His mind pedalled to think about all of the people that had caught his attention since his teen years. There were a good few movie stars. Passing and lingering crushes in high school and the year he spent in university. Deals. Both men and women. But he couldn't pinpoint why they caught his attention.

"I know I'm bi," he started slowly. "And I really like foreplay," he admitted. Some of his crewmates chuckled, other ones wolf-whistled or cheered, causing him to blush even though they knew they were encouraging him to blossom out of his shell. "I have a few pinups back in my locker, but I can't put my finger on what it is that I like about them. So, I dunno my types."

"Dunno yet," Ian corrected with a smirk. "Guess you're gonna have to try all of them."

"You'll get to put more than your finger on them," snorted Duke.

"Don't forget all the different kinds of playing to try out," added Jules. "You got a lot of explorin' to do and no better place to do it!"

"Man, you owe me for this," Jumps interrupted as he waved a small PDA about, "but I've got a babe on the way. She's so reliable, she's on the company's payroll as room service. She's meeting us at the dock."

There was a slight jolt as the ship landed in the dock. Jumps's grin spread even wider.

With much cheering, Zak was pulled to his feet and guided out of the ship where, sure enough, an orange tabby in stiletto heels and a tiny black dress was waiting, huge hoop earrings weighing down the ends of her pointed ears. Her hourglass figure and skimpy attire Zak knew was sexy like he knew that sandpaper was rough, and that it was going to turn him on. And then he saw her eyes - she was gazing at him like he were heaven, and that she knew she was going to please him. It sent shivers down his spine, and he could feel this sending blood downstairs.

"Ooooh, is this the special cutie you told me about?" she purred, bringing her hands together in front of her hips, causing her arms to squeeze her breasts forward.

"Damn right," Jumps said. "We decided we'd give him an early start on the fun since he's the big man tonight. Zak, Tina. Tina, Zak."

Her eyes lit up. "Oooh, Will I be taking him back to my room now?"

"Just give him a blowie now - why wait?"

"With everyone watching?" Zak stammered, his face turning bright red.

"Hey, we're all crewmates here. Close as brothers without any of that incest stuff," said Ian. "Go for it, man."

Adult Scene: Tina's Welcome Tina gives Zak fellatio while his crew cheers him on. When she is finished, the crew heads to the bar.

Roy glanced up. He heard a crowd entering the bar. There must have been twenty or so of them. Immediately they began to chat up the bartenders and barmaids and harass the waitresses. He rolled his eyes. Typical.

After a pause, he started scanning them. Looking for any identifying...

There. A circle with three vertical lines going through it, the middle one going from above to the center of the circle. The Terrin Cartel.

He gritted his teeth. They were here already. And he didn't think this was all of them. Things were about to get really bad, he knew. Just knew. This was beyond a gut feeling or intuition. Everything was lining up worse and worse.

And then he noticed one of them. He seemed totally out of place. While everyone else was ordering specific drinks, some of them maintaining their image with really 'tough' boozes or classy cocktails, there was one fox cheerfully poring through the menu. There was just something about him. He seemed too sweet, too innocent, too kind to be with the rest of the trash around him. He stuck out like a sore thumb, and Roy was wracking his brain trying to figure out what he was doing there.

He set his sights on the guy and waited. He chatted and laughed with the others for a while, finally getting a big fruity drink. He thanked the bartender profusely and sipped at it enthusiastically, even though Roy could tell that he didn't really care for the taste. He was clearly just putting up with a taste he wasn't used to for the novelty of drinking.

After a while, he finally moved. He got up from his barstool and started wandering toward the bathroom. That was when made his move. He was making a beeline to the restrooms as well, when he 'happened' to nudge the fox.

"Pardon me," he said gruffly as he turned, did a polite nod of acknowledgment, and continued onward.

Zak blinked, and then realized there was a note in one of his pockets. He unfoled it.

Chat me up - you seem new and interesting. Could show you around. Would like to get to know you.

Underneath that was a commcode, the current equivalent of a phone number. Zak gleefully entered it into his PDA, and then went into the bathroom. The mysterious stranger was just stepping away from a urinal and he tipped his hat as he went to the sink. As Zak took the one next to the one the stranger had just finished using, he unzipped his trousers and bowed his head. As he relieved himself, he heard loud grunting, moaning, and the sound of slapping flesh, along with a heavy musk coming from the first stall.

"Harder!"

Zak had to suppress a giggle as he zipped up and went to wash his hands. This place would certainly require a lot of getting used to. But his friends had made it clear to him that once he learned to appreciate all of the luxuries around him, that this place would be a paradise. And he trusted them.

As he sat down back at the bar, he excitedly entered the commcode into his PDA.

"Whatcha doin'?" asked Jumps slyly.

"Someone gave me his number."

"Damn! Workin' this place already. I'm proud of you, kid. You've come a long way since I helped you stop being a stiff."