FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Made to Order

A battered blue ship floated slowly through the debris field known as the Sprawl. Located within the Gama system, the Sprawl was both the systems only real defining feature and primary source of income for the creatures living on its only habitable planet, Lulz.

Unique gravitational anomalies caused by the Gama system's star caused ships and other trash to suddenly drop out of warp and into real space. No one knew why it happened or how it worked only that anything lost in warp space somehow eventually ended up here. The system's citizens didn't really care why it happened only that it did, and that made Gama the most salvage rich system in the northern hemisphere of the Milky Way.

A proximity alarm went off on the bridge of the blue ship as its pilot grabbed the controls and swung right to avoid a giant piece of space slag. The turtle shaped ship spun slightly as maneuvering jets fired creating pin pricks of light all over the hull of the ship.

Painted on the side of the ship was its name, the Whirligig. A retired KrissKraft system patrol boat, the former military vessel had a flat bottom while its bridge extended just slightly from the front of the ship, about half way up the curve of the "shell". It had two forward facing mandibles like two small feet, attached at the point where the hull went from curved to flat. The left held a number of sensors as well as a tractor beam while the right one held a somewhat battered laser cannon.

The ships only other weapon was a turret at the very top of the ship with twin light laser repeaters; just enough armament to scare off most wanabe thieves. The ship had a very powerful shield and rather heavy armor even if it was dated, and this toughness severed its captain well, as salvage ships often took a lot of hits. The most extensive modification its owner had made however was at the rear in the engine block.

A much larger pair of thrusters from a scrapped light curser had been grafted into the spaceframe replacing the weaker single nozzle unit, which gave the turtle shaped ship very un-turtle like speed. At present however neither engine was lit as the ship continued to drift.

The ship's captain sat in the cockpit sprawled across the pilots chair with her feet on the console as she began to doze again. Clad in a blue jump suit, the spacefaring otter slowly stretched her arms before placing them behind her head in an attempt to get more comfortable. She had a trim figure without a great deal of curves, and a cute face even if her eyes were a bit hard. It was the hard stare of a survivor who had seen a bit too much in their young life, and few who met her ever took her lightly.

At the moment her green eyes looked rather bored as they casually checked the screens on the console in front of her while the ship's scanners continued to search, peering out into the cold depths of the debris field searching for anything of value. Most of a scrapper's time was spent this way, but it had been a dry month and the otter was beginning to get impatient.

After ten hours of searching with no luck, all she wanted was a shower and her bed, but the pile of bills in her hanger was growing no smaller. A paw dipped into one of her pockets and produced a grey data cartridge. She stared at for a moment before flipping through her fingers as she began to think.

"Might be time for Jean to roll the dice," said the otter to herself as she slid the cartridge into the slot on her console. She had to pull it out once and blow on it before it worked, but soon the program was running.

It was a crazy idea she had cooked up about a month back during one of these long stretches in space. Most of the wrecks that ended up in the Sprawl were no longer airtight and no crew ever survived being pulled out of warp. Half the time the ship's entry vector had it ping ponging off every piece of trash in the sector till they were smashed into dust. Other times the ships would miss most of the trash or whatever remained of their shields kept them mostly whole. Either way most ships had a few systems still running on emergency power.

The cartridge in her paw had a universal rescue signal that it broadcasted continuously in hopes that a derelict ship would answer. If the communication systems of any ship were still active then there was a good chance of a response. The only problem was that once the wreck answered every ship in the area picked it up. If that happened there were more than a few scrappers more than willing to poach another find if it looked tasty enough. She hadn't seen or picked up any of ships in the area so Jean started the program and sat back.

The signal had barely been live for five minutes when Jean got a whistle and her hands were on the controls. The signal was actually very close in a nearby dense cloud of space trash so she fired up the engines.

She got there in good time as she slowed the Whirligig to a near stop. Picking through a thick cloud was a test of a pilot's skill and patience. The pilot often had to use a tractor beam to move asteroids and wrecks larger than their own ship to create a lane to the target. Jean flipped and rolled the ship as she slowly crawled towards her target. It took a minute or two till at last she got a look at the source of the distress signal. It was a model she had never seen before. Long and arrow shaped with chrome colored hull. It looked mostly intact except for a spar of ice sticking out of the bridge.

Part of the lower hull looked to be frozen in an even larger piece of ice, but Jean's eyes lit up as she saw an exposed docking door. The otter carefully maneuvered her ship in as close as could before leaving the cockpit and moving to the hold. A slim space suit waited for her as she slipped it on and waited for the auto sealing seams to work. There was a chime as the suit finished and Jean walked with a rather clunky stride towards the air lock.

A paw taped the lock release button as she stepped inside and the door closed behind her. Vents in the floor sucked the atmosphere out of the lock as a set of three lights on the hull door went from red to green. The door opened in the now soundless chamber as Jane starred out into space.

The wreck was about twenty yards away as the suited otter's arm came up. A dart fired out of a tube on her wrist and stuck to the hull of the other ship. A thin wire tether connected the dart to her suit as she hit a button on her forearm. The line began to retract pulling her with it as she was whisked across the gap between the ships.

Jane's paw went to a large metallic cube attached to the suits belt via tether as she placed it just next to the door. It latched onto the metal of the hull beside the hatch as a row of red lights lit up. Jane waited as the lights one by one began to turn green. When all of them changed, the box detached and went back to her belt as the hatch slowly spun open.

She slipped inside as the door locked behind her and her sensors began to detect air outside her suit. The otter watched as the lights in the air lock slowly flicked on. Another set of lights over the inner door flashed green as Jean checked her suit's sensors. There appeared to normal levels of oxygen in the airlock as Jean tapped a button on the side of her helmet and the visor retracted.

She took a deep breath and found it was only a bit stale which probably meant the wreck was in better shape than she though. That was almost always a good sign when you were salvaging. The inner door opened admitting the pilot as she stepped into the ships main corridor. Part of the inner bulkhead had collapsed blocking the way toward the bridge so she had to head aft. She moved carefully down the hallway until she came to another door which opened as she stepped forward. Behind it was what looked like the ships main hold.

Almost the size of her entire ship, Jean's eyes roamed the room as a sense of dread gripped her. The lights in the room slowly flicked on as her suspicions were confirmed. The hold was completely empty. There wasn't a scrap of cargo in the entire place as the suited otter slowly turned. Her eyes at last found something in the corner of the room slumped over against the wall. It looked to be a long dead member of the crew and from the look of rifle slung across his chest and the pistol on his hip, it appeared to be the ships security officer.

He was wearing an armored space suit with a helmet tinted so dark Jean couldn't see his features. He was quite a big fella and had a long ropy tail that lay still behind him as Jean tried to guess at his species. He looked almost like he was sleeping slumped against the wall like that but the otter knew otherwise as she stepped over to take a closer look at him. The otter slowly removed the rather fine looking rifle from his now limp grip and slung it over her own shoulders before reaching for the pistol.

As she was unbuckling the holster clipped to his suit the body slipped sideways falling to the floor. It made the otter jump for a moment as she stood very still. Her paws went to the pistol and holster again as she slowly pried it from his leg when she noted something else. There behind where the crewman had been slumped over was a small security panel recessed into the wall about waist high. Jean stared at it for a moment as she slipped the holster around her own leg. It had a small hinged door that looked just like the rest of the wall when shut. Never in a million years would she have found it had it not been open.

Thoughts began to swirl in her head as she looked down at the dead crewman. Why had the security officer gone to such lengths to hide this hide his tiny little panel? It had no buttons and looked like an older style biometric paw scanner. The otter looked at the dead security officer thoughtfully for a moment before slipping a small ceramic knife out of yet another pouch as she pressed it to the sleeve of the crewman's suit.

She carefully cut the glove off of the larger male and gently pulled it off. It appeared the armored suit had done a good job of preserving him and as the glove came off Jean saw orange and black striped fur. Tigers were quite the rare breed and rarely seen in this backwater system. Jean briefly pondered over just where he was from as she pressed his paw to the scanner.

For a moment nothing happened and then the pad blinked as the whole section of the wall Jean was facing suddenly began to move. The otter began to salivate as the wall slowly folded in on itself. Whatever it was the cargo had to be super valuable to go to such lengths to hide it. It had her mind buzzing as she tried to guess at what it might be. As the lights in the tinny hold flicked on, she found out.

There in the middle of the room was a cylindrical container. Probably ten feet tall and covered entirely in what looked like real ivory save a large transparent window at the front. Tied around the tube was a lacy pink ribbon which finished in a large pink bow, but none of this strangeness could prepare what was inside the tube.

There, in the tube, covered in white and black fur was a very large and very male tiger. He was without a doubt the most impressive male specimen Jean had ever laid her eyes on. His body looked as if he had been sculpted by some great artisan. Square jawed with strong masculine features and not a blemish in sight, the tiger looked absolutely perfect and the rest of him was equally well formed. Thickly muscled legs and calves flowed into a trim and corded core. Eight tight abs decorated his stomach leading the eye upward as his chest broadened and thickened, ending with two shelf like pecks. His arms matched the rest of him, beefy and toned and practically bulging through the skin even at rest.

His shoulders were the match of those arms and supported his thick traps that flowed into his neck. Every inch of him looked built, but what made the otters eyes widen most was contained within the only thing he was wearing, a pair of skimpy thin white briefs. The thin slip of clothing was stretched tight over a rather massive bulge till it was almost see through as Jean silently cursed whatever forces had conspired to deprive females everywhere of such a creature.

The otter stepped forward placing her paw against the glass as she stopped swearing silently and began to swear aloud. All of this and all she had to show for it was a worthless corpse. A very gorgeous corpse for sure, but worthless none the less. Still this whole thing reeked of strangeness. Why would someone plunk such a handsome tiger into what looked like some kind of odd cryo tube? And why would they hide him like this?

He almost looked as if he were merely resting as Jane let her eyes feast for a moment longer before pulling away. The disgusted otter snatched at the bright pink ribbon and threw it to the ground in anger as she stormed away. She got about three steps before a loud 'BANG' went off behind her. The otter's new pistol cleared its holster as she spun and when to one knee as she leveled it at the only thing in the room.

Jean nearly jumped out of her skin as she saw the electric blue eyes of the tiger open. Pink Confetti began to rain down in the all-around her as a thin crack appeared down the middle of the of the chamber as the front opened up and the big cat moved.

He moved with a frightening grace as he stepped down and out of the tube and before Jean could so much as move he dipped into an impossibly low bow. The tip of his forehead ended up inches of the barrel of Jean's gun. He looked up with those blue eyes just as the last of the bits of paper drifted to the floor.

"Greetings and Happy Birthday my mistress. How may I serve?" said the tiger in a rich musical baritone that made the hairs on her neck stand up. Neither fur moved for several long moments as the tigers ear twitched once and then twice before a small frown appeared on his face.

"Oh dear. It seems I am not where I am supposed to be. Would you be so kind to tell me where I am at the moment? I have a birthday party to attend and as I am the gift, I cannot afford to be late."

Not a word of this made any sense to the otter as the gun in her hands began to grow heavy.

"You should be dead," she said softly as she starred back at him. His head shifted slightly as a frown appeared. One of his ears twitched again as Jean saw something move again behind those eyes. The tiger then slowly lifted his head and took a careful step backward.

"It seems I cannot hale any of the crew, and the ship is running on emergency systems. What has happened?" The otter at this point had no idea what to say so she simply told him the truth.

"This ship dropped out of warp. Could have been warp drive failure or just bad luck, but the backlash from dropping into real space crippled the ship and killed all the crew, and I would like why you are still breathing." The male stared at her for a long moment as the expression on his face seemed to sober. He then strained up as his paws went behind his back before standing at attention.

"I am unit number 2 of the Merlin Biotronics Custom Regal Courtesan line of androids destined for the daughter of one Kuat Salazar as her eighteenth birthday present. I was custom ordered by Mr. Salazar and come equipped with every feature Merlin Biotronics Android Division has to offer." He paused for a moment as his posture softened and then started again.

"I am not 'alive' in the general since so it appears that when this ship fell out of warp the backlash left all my systems functional. Perhaps it had something to do with my stasis mode or the container I was in, but thank goodness for small mercies! And who might you be?" The poor otter's brain was whirling like a top but certain words seemed to stick out. There wasn't a creature in the galaxy who didn't know the name Salazar. That name was painted on almost every fuel depot and fuel tanker shuffling its way through the stars. Kuat Salazar was the king atop that great empire and by most judgments was the richest fur in the known universe.

She had never heard of Merlin Biotronics or seen anything like this 'android' who looked far too alive to be some cold animatron. She could see his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath. The fur that clothed him was far too real looking to be some kind of synthetic. Most telling however was his sent. A tantalizing male musk that seemed to want to pull her mind deep into the gutter.

But what if he was what he claimed to be? Some expensive one off toy designed for the galactic plutocrat who had it all. He must be worth a fortune.

"So you are a birthday present?"

"Yes. A gift to Vanessa Salazar from her father for her eighteenth year. My data banks tell me this is quite an important thing for young ladies." Jean starred at the tiger for a moment longer, eyes lingering on his frightfully large bulge before she asked another question.

"And what exactly are designed to do again?

"Why I am a courtesan. I perform any and all duties that my mistress finds necessary to her well being or personal fancy. I also provide personal security services and any type of companionship she might desire."

"Companionship huh?"

"Any and all she might desire. I come very well equipped both emotionally and physically."

"I bet. And if I lower this pistol you are not going to do anything, rash, are you?"

"Nothing that would impact your personal since of safety in the slightest Miss. Besides that pistols power cell seems to be dry anyway." Jean blanched slightly as her thumb hit the cell eject button and the empty power clip fell to the floor. She carefully re-holstered and allowed herself to relax a fraction as she gave a deep sigh.

"You know when I found this ship I really thought I had hit the jackpot, no offense," said the otter. "But you seem to already be spoken for. At least I might get a finder's fee from your owner." Another small frown flicked over the tigers face at that as looked slightly down at Jean.

"Miss I am sorry to bother but you said 'found'. What is your profession?"

"Jean Coley, salvager and freelance pilot for hire."

"Oh dear, and I assume you are fully licensed for your profession?" The otter slowly nodded at the strange question.

"What passes for a license out here anyway, why?

"My tier one prerogatives are the wishes and happens of my owner. My tier two prerogatives are the laws of the jurisdiction in which I find myself. As I cannot ascertain the wishes of my current owner due to lack of ownership, I default to the tier two prerogatives. Since this ship was adrift in free space and you maintain a current salvage license you are within your rights to claim any and all cargo on board this this ship. Meaning that if you wish to claim me, you would become my new owner."

Jean opened her mouth but no sound came out as the tigers face seemed to fall.

"I understand if you feel that my ownership will be a burden. I assure you I will devote all of my facilities to your every com-

"No! Wait! Hold on!" said the otter. "I'm not a slaver! I don't own people!"

"And I'm not a person," said the tiger as he moved closer. Before she could stop him he had gently gripped her paw and brought it to his chest. She felt his warm muscle tense slightly under her palm as the short fur of his chest slipped through her fingers. He held paw there just over where his heart as she felt it beating out steady time. Then it stopped. Her hand jerked as still felt the stillness before a long moment passed and it slowly started up again.

"Do you see now?" he said in a soft voice.

For the first time the otter seemed to believe the tiger as she looked up into his electric blue eyes. Perhaps he wasn't a person in the normal since, but she was sure he was alive.

"But I can't-

"Wait!" said the tiger as he held up his paw as one of his ears gave another odd twitch. "There is another ship approaching. I believe their scanners have locked onto your ship but they are not haling."

"SHIT!" yelled the otter as she tapper her helmet and her visor snapped shut. Her fingers danced over a keypad on her wrist as she quickly paged her ship as its scanners went hot. It quickly ID'ed the incoming ship and displayed the designation on her visor hud.

"FUCK! We got to get back to my ship RIGHT NOW! Find a suit!" shouted Jean as she began to sprint back to the air lock.

"No need," said the tiger as he followed hot on her heels.

The pair reached the airlock as Jean gave him a final look before hitting the door release button.

"You're sure?" she asked as her voice came through a small speaker on the neck of her suit.

"It would be more comfortable but I will survive," said the tiger as a proximity alarm in her suit went off warning her that the incoming ship nearly on top of them. The chamber began to purge the atmosphere as the male beside her smiled. The lights above the hull door went green and the tiger hit the release button as the silence of space wrapped around them. A thick muscled arm quickly wrapped around Jean before she could move as the tiger gripped the edge of the door and hurled them both across the gap between the two ships.

Jean very nearly screamed as they moved like a bullet towards her stationary ship. The outer airlock door on her ship flew open an instant before they slammed into it. The feline flipped them both catching her across his massive chest as the door behind them shut and air was pumped back into the airlock. Jean's heart felt like it would burst from her chest. There wasn't enough air in her suit as she tore her helmet off.

"Never fucking do that again!" shouted the otter as she twisted away from the tiger. His entire coat was covered in small ice crystals as he began to bush himself off. His ear gave that odd twitch again before he looked down at the otter.

"The ship is haling you."

"FUCK!" swore the otter as the inner door whooshed open and she dashed toward the cockpit. She was in the pilot's seat, sticks in hand as the tiger slid into the RO seat beside her.

"Would you like me to patch it though?" asked the tiger as Jean cursed again. He took it as a yes as his fingers began moving in a blur across the console. A translucent image suddenly appeared on the canopy glass as a speaker behind the otters head began to crackle. An image of a large tattooed shark appeared as he grinned and starred down at the pair as Jean grimaced.

"Jean! My favorite otter! How are things?"

"Just fine Ajax until you showed up. What do you want?"

"Well, me and the boys were out for a ride when we picked of a signal and followed it here. We were hoping for a tasty claim and all we got is a little otter girl. Find anything nice?"

"Nope bone dry," said the otter with a straight face.

"Well that's too bad," said the shark as he began to pick at his nails with a wicked looking knife. "You wouldn't mind letting me come aboard to verify that now would you? We wouldn't want you weasel out of your debt to me now would we?

"Debt?! What the hell are you talking about? I don't owe you a thing!"

"You don't do you!" said the shark as he pressed his muzzle closer to the camera. "Then why did you wax one of my salvage cruisers last week?!?

"That idiot fired on me after I was leaving a valid claim so I responded in kind. It's not my fault he was a shit shot!"

"WELL WE WILL FIND OUT JUST HOW COCKY YOU ARE WHEN FACING A GOOD SHOT THEN WON'T WE!" roared the shark as the line went dead.

"They've powered up there weapons," said the tiger coolly.

"How are you doing-How do you know that-?"

"Impact."

Laser fire slammed into one of the clouds outer asteroids splintering it into a thousand pieces and pushing it further into the cluster. There was a sudden racket as small chunks of asteroid and ice slammed into the Whirligig's shield. Impact alarms blared as the ships thrusters fired as Jean began looking for a way out of the cloud. Red bolts slammed into another chunk of space trash as it exploded raining smaller pieces into the cloud and pelting the ships shields.

"Captain I don't know how much longer this ship can stay in here the shields-

"Don't you think I know that!" said the otter as she shouted down the tiger. "They are waiting for us to clear the field and get a clean shot. Without any kind of cover we're goners."

Retro thrusters along the front of the ship fired as Jean slammed on the breaks as a curved chunk of wrecked hull slid slowly by nearly scraping the front of their ship. Sudden inspiration stuck the otter as she began barking orders at her new co-pilot.

"I need all power diverted to the tractor beam and I need it now!'

An inky black ship sat a few hundred yards outside the cluster of space trash. Shaped like a blimp and the size of a small cruiser, the ship had once been a modular freighter but now it resembled something far more sinister. Numerous weapon hard points had been crudely welded to the front of the ship giving it six forward firing laser cannons, all of which were currently poring fire in the direction of Jane's ship. Salvaged armor had been grafted to large sections of the hull restricting its cargo hold but providing greatly increased protection for captain and crew. The ship even had a missile battery at amidships. Crude but effective, few ever chose to slug it out with the makeshift gunboat and most that did regretted it.

Its captain Ajax sat at the controls grinning gleefully as his flagship slowly turned the trash field in front of him into so much space dust. A salvage opportunist, as he liked to call himself, the captain often politely relieved others of their goods at gunpoint and maintained several small ships that did much the same. He had never before been able to catch the slippery otter and her surprisingly fast ship. His flagship, while very well armed, wasn't the swiftest so he had tried to catch her with one of his slightly smaller ships. She had somehow succeeded in sinking the one he sent after her, but now there would be no escape for her inside the maelstrom his ship was creating.

Rocks, ice and debris began to shift and move inside the cloud as his lasers continued to fire. Jean had to feel like she was in a blender right now. Her ship might not even make it out of there intact though the bull shark hoped it did. He wanted the satisfaction of watching his guns tear though her hull. Or even better taking her alive and chaining the mouthy otter to his bed.

He shivered and thought of the things he might do to her as a large chunk of hull seemed to drift free of the debris field. He paid it no mind, and it wasn't until the chunk of metal began to accelerate towards his ship that he noticed something was amiss. His eyes widened as he saw the telltale flash of thrusters behind it and collision alarms began to blare.

"Evasive maneuvers! Fire all retro thrusters! Shunt power to forward shields! FIRE ON THAT TARGET NOW!" he screamed as the huge chunk of metal hurtled towards them.

As soon as Ajax's guns slammed into Jean's improvised shield her already overloaded tractor beam exploded. Alarms aboard the Whirligig lit up and as Jean kept it straight and spun the ship 180 degrees like a top. Her ship's thrusters scraped against the abandoned piece of hull, and just as Ajax's laser fire began to perforate it she threw all power to her engines and punched the afterburners.

The shockwave rattled the entire ship as Jean was squeezed into her seat and her ship came to a bore jarring halt. The same could not be said for their giant metallic missile as the force from their thrust sent it hurtling toward the black ship even faster.

"Give me eyes on Ajax now!" shouted Jean as the tiger's fingers flew over the controls and turret atop the Whirligig spun. The gun sight camera aboard the turret watched as the piece of hull sped toward Ajax's ship. Most of the metal was glowing cherry red now as more and more holes appeared making it look like Swiss cheese, but in a sudden flash the whole thing exploded and was ripped apart as a cloud of dust appeared obscuring everything from view.

"Status report!" yelled Jean as her co-pilot responded.

"Tractor beam, destroyed. Turret cannons online and functional. Forward heavy laser cannon online and functional. Engines at 80% percent, afterburners non-responsive. Shields at 60%.

"And Ajax? Did we sink him?" The tiger didn't answer stared hard at the image on screen of the cloud of dust that marked the sight of the impact. A pointed black prow pierced the cloud as the blimp like ship came into view moving at full burn.

"That's a negative, hostile still active."

The captain of the Star Urchin was seeing red as his flagship emerged from the dust cloud. At the last second before impact he had fired a missile point blank into the oncoming projectile. It had torn the thing into a thousand pieces small enough for the heavy shields and armor of his ship to protect them, but their missile and subsequent shield flare from the forward impact had completely wrecked the bow of his ship. Four of the six forward laser cannons were completely melted, and of the remaining two only one remained online. His first mate, a smaller thresher shark rushed up behind him as he slowly turned.

"Captain the shields are almost gone we gotta return to base!" Ajax's hands shot to the first mates neck as he began to throttle his subordinate.

"NO RETREAT! WE SINK THAT FUCKING OTTER'S SHIT HEAP OF A BOAT AND THROW IT INTO THE NEAREST STAR!"

Ajax's ship zoomed forward firing its only remaining cannon as Jean punched it and received a groan from the ships engines.

"Captain engine output is dropping. At our current rate we will not be able to escape firing range."

"SHIT!" shouted Jean as she pointed the ship back towards where they had come from. "Maybe we can hide in the field again!"

"Captain enemy ship seeking missile lock! Lock acquired!"

Five silver missiles cleared their tubes leaving thin contrails as they zoomed toward the fleeing Whirligig.

"Captain, impact imminent before we reach cover! I need a three hundred and sixty degree spin with a corkscrew right now!" shouted the tiger as Jean jerked the sticks and sent the ship spinning. The incoming missiles slowed just a fraction as their internal computers tried to compensate for the Whirligig's movement, and the pair of laser repeaters atop the ship began to fire.

The tiger got the angle he wanted as the turret stayed on the inside of their spin throughout the roll. Twin barrels began to spit plasma as the tiger shot down the first two missiles in the opening volley. He adjusted his aim as the ship continued to roll and hit the third as well. It detonated splashing the forth and killing it as well leaving only one missile streaking toward there ship. Red bolts flew wide as it drew closer to the ship till at last a lucky shot clipped the warhead as it detonated only twenty yards away from its target.

The explosion scattered the ships shield taking it to near null as it scoured the top of the hull. The armor held but the turret was toast as both guns were torn free from their mounts. The force threw them off course as Jean corrected and leveled off. If the g-forces hadn't been pinning her to the seat the otter would have been shaking like a leaf.

"Cut twenty degrees to port and hug the asteroid cluster," said the tiger as both ears began to twitch rapidly.

"We are going to need more than cover! I can't outrun his guns forever!"

"I'm working on a little surprise for our pursuer, but we have to draw him in close to the field."

"Well whatever you're doing make it fast cat, you make have a few spare lives but this ship and I don't."

The bull sharks claws dug into the back of his helmsman's shoulders as he shouted orders over the terrified looking wolf's head.

"Captain, the otter is heading back towards the debris field."

"We must have nicked her burners and engine. If she could still out run us she would have tried by now. So you want to play hide and seek again do you. No matter, I'll drag your corpse out of there myself if I have to! Full speed ahead! Fire all remaining forward guns and get me a lock!

The Star Urchin's thrusters went to full burn as it began to fire and close the distance between it and the Whirligig.

Jean slid she ship behind the first asteroid she could find trying to keep the rock between her and the oncoming ship as she continued on their present heading. Still, the ship behind them was making better speed and traveling in a much straighter line as the otter pushed her own ship into all manner of maneuvers to avoid fire.

As the distances closed however the shots grew more accurate as one clipped their shield shaking the whole ship.

"Captain make seventy degrees to starboard on my mark! Five!"

"That's empty space! We have no cover and no afterburners. They'll get a lock!"

"Four! Captain we will have about ten seconds of max thrust! Three! You have to trust me Captain!"

Jean's whole body was tight as a wire as sweat coated her whole body. She could taste the blood in her mouth where she had probably bitten herself, and feel the bruises were her body had been thrown against her seat again and again by g-forces.

"Two! Captain Please!" She turned as her eyes fell on the black and white tiger. Well everyone had to die sometime.

"MARK!" roared the tiger as Jean jerked the controls and the afterburners came online. The ship lunged forward leaving a long trail of flame in its wake.

"Captain they're making a break for it!"

"Turn ship to pursue and get me a clean lock! Jean you are making this too easy!" cackled Ajax as he watched the Whirligig make a break for open space.

"Captain I'm getting a strange energy reading from our portside."

"Another ship?" barked the shark.

"No it's something inside the cloud. I'm picking up massive amounts of... Gama radiation?"

In the now dark hold, where Jean first found the tiger, his former prison was now glowing a bright orange as the explosive charge at its base exploded and went nuclear. It was a very small atomic charge, only several kiloton's worth but that was enough to turn most of the small asteroid field into micro star. Every sensor aboard the Star Urchin was fried an instant before the radiant heat melted over half the ship.

Its fuel and munitions stores went first as the engines detonated as it rapidly depressurized turning inside out. The explosion winked out scattering the entire field and ending rocks and molten metal flying in all directions, some even toward the fleeing Whirligig.

A rock twice the size of the ship zipped past as Jean monitored the shield. They had been just far enough away where their shields had been coping with the sudden flash of radiant heat but it had been far too close.

As if to prove that they couldn't get away completely unscathed, the afterburners cut out and with them the engine. If the sounds from the rear were any indication it sounded almost catastrophic leaving only the maneuvering thrusters online. Not wanting to waste any precious momentum Jean fired up the nav-computer as the ship aligned itself with the system's planet Lulz.

They had a head of steam and would coast a long way. It might take a day or two but with just the momentum they had they would make it there. Either way no one in the general vicinity would be picking a fight after that explosion and a pirate might think twice about trying to capture a ship whose outer hull was irradiated as she was sure hers was.

Jean slowly slipped from her seat as she stepped past the still seated tiger in a daze. Shoulders slumped she slowly moved out from the cockpit to the small living quarters amidships. Big enough for two perhaps three, it had storage space for food and even a small kitchenette for food prep not that Jean ever cooked. Empty MRE packets were everywhere along with a good deal of other trash that seemed to defy all of the otters rather halfhearted efforts to keep a clean ship. Her eyes only noted one thing however, a large bed that took up an entire corner of the room.

The sheets were very rumpled and Jean didn't care a bit as her body flopped boneless onto the soft mattress. She hadn't been there very long when she felt something large move next to the bed. That rich male musk began to fill up the room as the otter cracked one eye.

Her head was at waist level so intentionally or not she was less than a foot away from the tiger's marvelously impressive bulge. She quickly shut her eye again as she tried to push the word away. The otter didn't really feel like dealing with the facts of life as they were at the moment. Like how by all rights she should have been dead. How it was going to cost a fortune to fix her ship, and how the most delicious looking male she had ever laid eyes on was standing quietly next to her bed.

The otter remained still as she tried to feign sleep. Surely he would get bored, or try and talk, or something. After nearly five minutes of silence, Jean realized that sleep wasn't going to happen with all the adrenalin still in her system and clearly the cat was the more patient that she was. She slowly rose and looked at the tiger as he stood, almost at attention with his paws held neatly at the small of his back. He looked almost formal, or as formal as one could while wearing a near thong.

"Is there something you need?" asked the otter as she gave him a look.

"Not at all Captain."

"There is no need for titles when we are off the bridge."

"Of course mistress," he said as Jean's whiskers began to twist.

"Hold up there cat. Even if I'm not sure how you did it, I know it's thanks to you that I'm still breathing and you have my gratitude, but you are being shipped straight back to your owner."

"That is kind of you mistress, but no longer necessary. As a licensed salvaged agent, by transporting the derelict property, myself, onto your ship you have taken legal possession and ownership. May I say I am happy and delighted to serve aboard the ship of such a capable Captain."

Jean fought with this for moment before hopping off the bed and poking a finger into the oh so firm chest of the tiger.

"If I'm an owner as you say then it's within my rights to do with you whatever I wish."

"That is my sincerest hope mistress."

"Then I can give you back to intended owner."

"You could indeed mistress, however I remind you of my tier one directives. It would be very hard to insure your happiness from such a distance."

"But you would be taking care of your new owner."

"I'm afraid not mistress. For security purposes, I was built to imprint on my first owner. I would have done so had my ship not been abandoned. At that time I became ownerless, now however as you have assumed ownership I shall not be able to re-imprint on any other master."

"So now I'm stuck with you," shouted the otter as the tiger seemed to flinch.

"I-I I'm sorry mistress. I apologize that my programing makes me incapable of serving you in a manner that would please you. I shall endeavor to make myself as inconspicuous as possible." The last words came out in a near croak as the cat slowly turned away and padded back towards the cockpit. Jean watched as he left and immediately felt terrible. "I shouldn't feel bad, it's like insulting a toaster," she thought to herself, but the look in those blue eyes had been all too real.

She managed to hold out for a minute or two longer before cursing at herself as she moved toward the bridge. The tiger was sitting there in the RO chair staring off into space when she gently placed a paw on his large soldier.

"Look cat, I didn't mean to snap. This is just a lot to, take in at once. Like I said I'm grateful for your help. You really did save my ship from Ajax with your- uh- how exactly did you blow up their ship?" The feline slowly turned as he gave a small smile.

"I detonated the security bomb in my capsule." The otter jerked as she grew pale for a moment.

"They strapped you to an atomic?!? Why would they do that?"

"So I wouldn't fall into the wrong hands. I incorporate a number of extremely valuable technologies that would be a boon to any of my manufacturer's competitors. I was supposed to detonate the bomb if anyone but one of the Salazar's activated me." The otter drew her hand back as she looked at him for a long moment then slowly spoke.

"Why didn't you do it when I work you up," asked Jean very slowly. The tigers face went almost blank as he stood there still as a statue for at least a minute. He had an almost unreadable look on his face as he stared into the otter's green eyes.

"I was very lonely, and- It seemed wrong somehow to just do that to the first person who came along for no reason. That and you looked very lonely too. "

That seemed to touch something deep within the otter as she crossed the small distance between them and gently reached up to touch his face. She could see it there in his eyes. There was warmth there and need, part sexual perhaps but there was more to it than that. He gave her a full longing look that held so much of that raw need it made something in Jean ache and answer.

She wasn't exactly sure who moved first suddenly there lips met in a rush as his tongue plunged into her mouth like a battering ram. And what a tongue it was as it danced with hers, playing along the inside of her mouth even as she did the same. She finally broke the kiss when she remembered she had to breathe.

"That was my first kiss you know," he said in a rather throaty voice as Jean started to open her mouth.

"Then you deserve another," she said as he quickly found her lips again. She felt his big paws on her hips as he suddenly stood and lifted her with him. The tiger carried her all the way back to her bed, but she was too busy to notice as the pair collapsed onto the mattress.

"A bit confidant now aren't we," said Jean staring up at him.

"If I have misjudged the lady's intent I do apologize."

"No I like to give potential crew members a full inspection before I allow them to serve on my boat,"

"Then I shall endeavor to impress," said the tiger as his hard body moved against hers as he nipped at the nape of her neck. She cooed as he continued before straightening up and giving her a good long look at him. His chest looked absolutely scrumptious as it she palmed it. Rock hard she felt his muscles twitch under her fingers as they trailed down the seam between his pecks. They kept moving downward noting each cobble of his abs before stopping and his now hilariously undersized briefs.

"When they made you they spared no expense did they," said Jean with a smile as her fingers dipped under the waistband of his underwear.

"It's rather crass to brag about one's worth, but I assure you ever penny was well spent," chuckled the tiger as he placed his paw next to Jean's inside the waist band of his briefs and pulled. There was a short ripping sound as they came away from his body as the otters eyes went wide as she laid eyes on the tiger for the first time.

Aside from his size, the first thing Jean noted was that the tiger didn't have a sheath. It was rare for a male fur to be without a sheath but not unheard of. Human males had to deal with it all the time, and it certainly gave his cock no place to hide. The near wrist thick thing lay in a curve over the bulge of his rather massive sac. The twin grapefruit sized orbs hung there between his thickly muscled legs and for a minute Jean wondered just how he managed to walk, never mind run with the size of those things.

Before she could stop herself her paws were moving as she gripped him. She felt him jerk warmly in her paws as he began to grow. He gave a soft purr as he continued to grow, and grow, and grow until the otter realized she was holding her breath. Bigger by far that any of her pervious partners, even a healthy stallion she had once shacked up with, the tiger easily broke the foot mark. He had an almost human shaped tip, that flared a bit and plenty of small like nub like barbs in what looked like several strategic locations.

His purrs grew louder as Jean slowly stroked before giving his base a squeeze. Veins along the shaft of his cock seemed to pop as it flared slightly wider and a hiss slipped from his lips.

"Do I appear satisfactory," asked the cat slowly as Jean looked up. She gently ran a thumb over his slit as she felt his cock throb hotly in her hand.

"Oh I think you are adequate," said the otter as she giggled. "But what am I supposed to do with all this?

"Whatever you want to," said the big cat in a rumble that made her shiver. Her head dived down as her tongue ran over his tip tasting for the first time the syrupy pre that had been gathering there at a fighting rate. The tiger watched her excitedly as her eyes widened as she licked her lips before looking up at him again.

"You taste-

"Good?" asked the male smiling as Jean nodded. Indeed he tasted almost sweet with just a hint of salt. It was a far cry from what the otter had been expecting as she normally wasn't very enthusiastic about oral sex to begin with. However soon she had her muzzle opened as wide as she could as she tried to swallow his whole tip.

The otter felt him tense as his thigh's flexed and bulged under her paws as her tongue rimmed his crown. She suckled lightly and watched as his eyes fluted. Her mouth was soon flooded with more of his pre and for a moment she thought the tiger had cum but as she broke the kiss he was still smiling like a Cheshire cat.

"A hard nut to crack I see," said Jean as she grinned back at him. "That makes the reward all the more sweet." He opened his mouth to say something but before he could utter so much of a syllable the otter had him back in her mouth. Jean took his thickness and crammed as much of it down her throat as she could before bobbing back up and doing it again.

She began to work herself into a rhythm as her eyes flicked up to the tiger again. His arms were thrown wide behind him, his torso bent slightly back and his legs splayed outward as he let the otter have her way with him. Every muscle in his already too tight body seemed to strain and flex as he tried to remain motionless while the otter continued.

She meanwhile had to concentrate only on swallowing and breathing as she fought against his size and his rather healthy pre production. The look on his face was worth it though as his eyes rolled back and a throaty growl slipped between clenched teeth. The otter's nimble paws slipped down to fondle at his pair of seed factories only to find they were even heavier than they looked as she hefted them in her paws. She could almost feel them churning as her jaw began to ache a bit, and she wondered how much longer the tiger could hold out.

Jean increased her pace as one paw began to stoke the part of the tiger's shaft she couldn't fit into her muzzle and the other began to stroke just behind his heavy sac. She felt him jump as she increased the sensation and pre flooded her mouth again. The otter took one last deep breath and began to bob even faster in an effort to push him over the edge.

Long claws sank into the bed as the tiger gripped it for dear life. Perched on the edge of bliss, his whole body was taut as Jean went to town. Still he managed to hang on as at last an exasperated otter released his cock. He breathed a short sigh of relief as she rubbed his jaw and gave him a look.

"Is something wrong? I've never had a guy not cuming after a minute or two of that."

"No, no that was... magnificent mistress. But I was trying to tell you that I can't cum until given permission." Jean only gave him a look as her eyes darted down and saw that his balls had inexplicably grown and were now almost melon sized.

"I would be quite grateful if you would give me the command. It would quite a load off my, err, mind, so to speak."

"So you can cum on demand?" asked the otter with wily look.

"Yes, as hard and as often as you might like mistress," he said with a sparkle in his eye. "Assuming my facilities can keep up with your demands."

"They look quite resilient to me."

"Yes they are designed to be quite potent," said the tiger.

"Fine then cat, I'm going to give you a count down and when I reach zero you had better cum just as hard as you can. Ready?"

"Ready and very willing mistress," said the feline as one of his big paws gripped his meat.

"Five!" said Jean as his paw began to stroke himself, and a deep rumble sounded in his chest.

"Four!"

His paw began to move faster as his hips began to get into the action.

"Three!"

His hips were really bucking now as his paw sped up and his eyes remained locked on the otters own. It didn't seem like she could look away.

"Two!"

"Fuck Yessssssss!" he hissed as on paw began to play with one of his prominent nipples.

"One!"

Jean watched as he pinched himself and began to stroke himself harder. Listening to the sound of flesh on flesh as his fist met his swinging sac.

"Zero!

The tiger roared loud enough to shake the whole ship as his hefty balls pulled up and his whole cock seemed to jerk in his paw. The very first vivid white steamer that bust forth from his tip had to have been at least a foot long and smacked Jean square between her eyes. The burst was hard enough to send her toppling backwards with a squeal of delight as more quickly followed.

It seemed his substantial seed sacs were not just for show as he kept shooting in an awe inspiring display. Soon almost an entire side of the bed was covered including much of the wall behind it as the cat's cannon kept firing. After almost two minutes of continuous bombardment he seemed too finally run dry as the last bits of cum only dribbled out of his tip.

The tiger had an almost goofy look on his face as his tongue hung out one side of his mouth and his chest slowly rose and fell. One of his paws was still teasing a nipple as his whole body gave a twitch and he seemed to recover. His electric blue eyes seemed a paler shade as he slowly looked down at the otter.

"I was aware that it would feel good, but no amount of simulation could adequately capture the real thing," he said slowly as Jean sat back up. She could only stare in shock at her adopted servant as she slowly gave herself the once over. She could feel his thick cum covering much of her face. Her tongue worked to get at what it could reach as she tried to wipe the rest off on her sleeves. That however did not work either as her whole suit down seemed to be coated. Her fingers began to fumble with the zipper in front as she tugged and it seemed to jam.

"Fucking little thing," growled the otter as she pulled trying to disrobe herself. Two large paws suddenly reached in and gripped either side of the suit. With a single jerk the tiger tore her jumpsuit into two neat halves as she wiggled out of it. He tossed them aside as he slowly took in the now nude form of the otter while she winked at him and began to clean the remainder of his seed off her fingers. Like his pre it too seemed quite tasty as she smacked her lips and crossed her arms beneath her breasts.

"Liking what you see," giggled Jane as he began to lean forward.

"Couldn't live without it," he said as arms wrapped around her back and he brought their lips together. The kiss was just as good as the last as he broke it with a smile and gently swung her over to the dryer side of the bed.

"Perhaps it is time that I make the mistress feel good since she has seen fit to bless me already?"

"Oh do proceed," said the otter as he gently laid her down. She cooed as he started to nibble down the long line of her neck then up the mound of her breast. She had no warning as his slightly rough tongue flicked over her nipple. She managed a gasp before he did it again this time ringing it slowly. Jean had never even been very sensitive there, but as he continued his assault she couldn't help but wiggle in his grasp.

A thumb flicked over the one not in his mouth as she felt something bush over her sopping sex. The first touch made her arch against him, as one of his finger began to gently toy with her clit. Another began to trace the edge of her entrance as she felt his rough tongue again. And he continued. The tiger would toy with one part of her before jerking her attention away to another till she was a moaning quivering wreck. Soon she couldn't tell where his paws were and where they weren't.

Her eyes went wild as she one of his fingers plunged home, and her sex clenched around the invading digit. The skillful tiger managed to find her sweet spot on the first thrust, doing what a number of her lovers had failed to do in all their efforts. Jean's tail slapped at the bed beneath them then began to curl as she felt the tigers teeth at the top of her breast. Normally she didn't go for that but her body was so hot that everything seemed to feel good. It took just the lightest kiss of fang as his finger curled inside her and she seemed to lose control of herself.

Her mouth was suddenly captured by his as she found herself moaning around his tongue as her body seemed to burn. He felt as her sex clenched around his finger again and again as it tried to pull him deeper. Her nectar spilled out into his paw as her body shook like a leaf beneath him. The tiger wouldn't even let her cum in peace as he continued to tease and prolong her climax till at last she lay still on the bed panting.

"Oh gods," she said shakily as she clung to the larger male above her while he looked down at her with an amused expression.

"I take that to mean my efforts were acceptable?"

"Mmmhmm," was all Jean could manage as a residual spasm shot up her spine.

"Not bad for a virgin then?"

"A fucking miracle, maybe even a fluke," said the otter as the tigers head moved down and kissed the top of her stomach.

"Then perhaps I need to prove it wasn't," said the cat as he purred and kissed lower and lower until his head was between her thighs. Still too boneless to move, the otter could do nothing as she felt his tongue on her folds. Slowly at first, teasing her entrance and lightly flicking her clit each time, the tiger proceeded as she felt his hot breath on her inner thighs.

Not fully recovered from her first round Jean was still frightfully sensitive as the tiger seemed to play her body like a virtuoso. He started slower than the last time as Jean slowly began to enjoy his efforts more and more when she felt his tongue slip inside. If it had been good before, that feeling was certainly magnified now as it plunged deeper. Soon the otter was wondering if the cat was part anteater as he began to do all manner of tricks inside her.

He managed to get both legs over his shoulders as they wrapped around his neck and his talented little muscle found the otter's sweet spot again. Jean nearly came off the bed this time as her whole body went rigid. His tongue felt like it had a mind of its own as it moved, twisted, and curled inside her while hitting the one spot his finger had found earlier.

Jean felt the sensation of a rapidly building orgasm as she drew close, and felt his fingers tracing her entrance while flicking over her clit. Soon it was almost painfully intense as he drove her relentlessly toward the edge till at last she spilled over it into thunderous climax a second time. The tiger lapped up her nectar with gusto as Jean howled with delight and waves of pleasure crashed through her body. The tiger again kept going, keeping her nerve bending high going as long as he could till at last she began slapping him over the head.

He pulled out as Jean sank back into the bed, a sweat soaked mess as she tried to catch her breath. When she at last recovered the big cat was lying next to her, his big body curved around hers. One paw slowly moved in calming circles over her stomach as he nuzzled at her neck. His lips slipped closer to her ear as he gently nibbled at it and then began to whisper.

"Is the mistress fully satisfied and sated? Supplementary simulation can always be provided if she desires more."

"Oh I'm quite content at the moment," said the otter as she slowly turned her face to his. "I wonder though if a part of you would be disappointed if I decided to stop." As she said it she felt the tigers quivering erection brush against the small of her back just above her tail.

"Some part of me would indeed be disappointed but only because I wasn't able to provide a full showcase of abilities to my mistress." Jean sat up slightly as she felt his lower body move and his cock slide between her ass cheeks, the tip brushing against her tail.

"It would be a shame if I wasn't made aware of all your talents," said Jean as he gave a happy little purr. "A waste even," she said as she felt him twitch again. She felt those big paws wrap around her middle as he rolled over onto his back and brought her with him. Jean placed either hand on those big tiger pecks as she sat straddled across his middle with his maleness poking her in the back.

"Mmmm I've always wanted a tiger ride," she said as he gave another rumbling happy purr.

"Happy to be your steed any time mistress," said the tiger as she sat up and moved backward while her paw found his cock.

"And what a healthy steed you are," said Jean as she gave him a few strokes. The purring grew louder turning into a near growl as she tried to coat as much of him as she could in his own slick pre. It wasn't very hard thanks to his over productive gonads, which looked just as large now as they had before he came the first time. Soon he was slick and dripping and the otter was in no less a state as the slight of him got her going again. She then slowly lowered herself and began to rub his tip against her folds.

It was one thing to hold him in her paw, and another to actually feel him against her. She hissed as she began to press down and his tip began to slowly spread her wide. It took a long moment for him to at last slip inside as she gave the slightest whimper at his girth. She had never taken anyone so thick before and it was an experience as she kept pushing and more and more of him entered her. When he at last reached the end of her passage she had only managed to take just over half of the tiger.

The stretching sensation of taking him was a pleasurable ache as she slowly began to withdraw. Her body quivered and flexed around as she felt ever bump, ridge, and vein of his mighty tool. She stopped when only his fat tip remained inside her as she began her downward stoke and felt his paws grip her thighs, helping her move. As he filled her a second time the otter became a firm believer that size indeed mattered.

The pair began to move together as their pace increased and Jean felt a third orgasm start to build. The otter tried to relax but each time she came down the sensation seemed to force the air from her lungs as she yipped and howled and her body drew close. Against her own better judgment she began to move faster, bouncing in earnest atop the tigers cock driving him in an out of her. Her overstretched and overstimulated sex at last protested as it clamped down tight around the tiger and set her nerves ablaze.

She fell onto his chest as he wrapped her up tight to let her ride it out. Jean though had other plans though as she placed two paws on his chest and propped herself up.

"Make me feel it!" she groaned as soon as she could speak, and the tiger did just that. His hips rocked up and he stopped being gentle. In an instant the otter could neither breathe nor think as her whole world was suddenly the tiger plunging in an out of her. A second orgasm rocked her almost instantly, her fourth of the night, as she saw spots and stars. She felt his arms wrap around her back as he rolled them over and continued.

Their positions reversed the cat pounded her into the mattress as her body vibrated like a tuning fork. The tiger had a strained, almost pained look on his face as Jean looked up at him through a haze of endorphins.

"Mistress I would very much like to finish!" growled out the tiger as his hips kept thrusting. At some point she must have nodded and the animal above her let out a roar that was surely heard planetside.

She felt his cock swell as he buried it deep as he could, and those ponderous balls pulled up into his groin. Jean felt the first hot jet of tiger seed coat her insides as a delicious pressure began to build. Another climax swept through the tired female as it seemed to further whitewash her thoughts as the tiger began to pump load after load into her. The already stuffed otter couldn't hope to contend with the tiger's prodigious production as cum began to escape out of her stretched sex.

It made the already sweaty and sticky pair even more so as Jean felt the powerful muscled body atop her shake and shutter. Neither was sure how long it lasted, but at some point he finished and slowly pulled out. His cock came free with a small 'pop' as a gush of his seed followed and she again felt his arms on her. Jean felt herself being lifted again and deposited on top of his chest as he rolled over onto his back. She felt a soft purr rumble up through his chest as his fingers traced idle circles though the fur just above her rump.

"Did you find my efforts acceptable mistress?" he asked as his paws moved lower to knead at her ass. The otter mumbled a tired affirmative as a thought occurred to her.

"You know I usually don't let guys into bed before I at least know their name," said the otter as she looked up.

"I don't have one," said the tiger. "I was to be named by my owner." That caused the otter to sit up a bit as she stared into those blue eyes. It seemed wrong somehow for him to have no name of his own when one suddenly came to her.

"You thought of something didn't you," he asked as she smiled up at him.

"Nova," she said grinning. "Because things always seem to blow up around you."

"Hmm, short, descriptive, to the point. I like it," he said.

"Do you have any choice?"

"Would you like me to?" asked Nova as Jean felt his paws moved to between her shoulder blades.

"Maybe later," said the otter as she felt the weight of her exhaustion begin to drag her down. She gave a small stretch as snuggled up tighter on her tiger's warm chest and felt his arms wrap around her body. He kissed her once atop the head as slow rhythm of his heartbeat gently lulled her to sleep.