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Captain Cyrus sat in the engine room and watched the monitors as silence fell over the ship. While he was confident that Harriet's repairs would hold out until they reached Corpiarri, he was unwilling to take any chances. While much of the ship's inhabitants were asleep, he had little to occupy his mind, and so he spent most of his time daydreaming. He thought about Anicha, the freed slave vixen who had taken a liking to him, and the sorts of things he would just love to do to her, in time. This gave him a painful erection he felt disinclined to take care of himself, knowing that she would be happy to do the deed after his engine room shift.

He heard the soft patter of small feet as someone entered the engine room. He turned in the swiveling seat and soon laid eyes on Yvonne, the mouse who was in one of the crates. She looked younger than the others, owing in part to her small stature. The medical gown she wore was her only clothing, as she arrived naked and the crew lacked much in the way of other clothes for the rescued pleasure slaves. She was practically swimming in it, too.

"Hello captain," began the girl, as she approached him, "I can't sleep, do you mind if I join you in here?" After just a nod of his approval, he soon found his lap occupied by the mouse, which didn't help him any with that growing need that bulged in his pants. She noticed, of course, a blush darkening her muzzle as she nestled close to him.

"I'm very grateful that you saved me, captain," she said, as she rested her head against his shoulder.

"You're welcome," said the captain, which followed a few moments of silence. He tucked an arm around her and she softened in his embrace.

"I don't know much about the Vixen Academy or other pleasure slave schools like it," he mused, and continued, "Are all of you girls trained the same?" He decided to make conversation, as long as he was in here, alone with the girl. She shook her head as she moved about in his lap to get comfortable, which soon nestled his erection between her buttocks, completely bare under the medical gown.

"Not quite, sir. All girls get obedience, etiquette, and hospitality training as well as housekeeping, but we are picked for different sexual services early on," said she, as she stroked a paw along his thigh, "Most girls get the basics in everything, but some of us are more specialized, sir. I'm a... a pain slut." She bit her lower lip. He was having a hard time resisting the urge to touch the girl, but soon realized that Anicha was unlikely to get jealous. His paws slid up her chest and cupped her tiny, almost nonexistant breasts.

"So you were intended to be tied up and hurt, is that it?" he asked, continuing the conversation as he tweaked one of her nipples.

"Yes sir. Among other things. The trainer had harsh and dirty things in mind for me, taught me to like pain, and want to be dominated." She said this with an inward draw of her breath as she was molested by the captain. He grinned to her and ruffled her hair,

"I've never done any of that, truth be told, except for a bit of intentionally rough sex. Girlfriends and whores, mostly. Anicha is the first pleasure slave I've tried," said he as he ran a paw down between her legs, to stroke her hairless muff, "How old are you?" The girl drew a shivering breath and spoke,

"Fifteen, sir. I was sold before graduating the academy, to a buyer who wanted a very young toy." He wasn't surprised, but she was certainly the youngest girl to catch his attention. What he was doing to her was of course illegal in most planetary jurisdictions, save of course with slaves like her. He stroked his fingers up and down along her slit as he thought about what to do to her in order to relieve his boredom, and growing sexual need.

It was right around this time that Harriet stomped in unannounced and spotted the pair in the engine room. She narrowed her gaze.

"Am I interrupting anything?" she asked, then noticed his paw between her legs, "I guess I am, 'ya sicko." She stood in the entrance and watched the two, while Cyrus, not put off by her remarks, continued to pet the girl's little mound. He spoke up,

"Now now, Harriet, she's the one who asked to join me. I'm only helping myself, which she seems to be enjoying." Yvonne was uncomfortable with the tension between the lady engineer and the captain, but remained where she was. Harriet relaxed after a moment and walked over to the chair near the captain and sat down, then gave a shrug of her shoulders,

"I'm sorry, that was a bitchy thing to say, wasn't it?" she asked. The captain nodded as he turned on the swiveling chair toward the monitors, and remarked,

"Yeah, kind of. I'm starting to think you're getting jealous," he said, reaching a paw up to stroke Yvonne's hair, "She was just telling me about her training, and truth be told, I considered fucking her to pass the time in here. Are you coming to relieve me of my duties and take my shift?" Harriet shook her head as she gazed over the girl, her medical gown having ridden up to expose her slit, which Cyrus was touching. She said softly,

"Nah, I just couldn't sleep. Thought I might talk to you about something, but I don't want to interrupt your fun." She continued, "I dumped you years ago because you couldn't keep it in your pants, but I'm okay with that now... do you have any feelings for me?" He shrugged and lifted his paw from Yvonne's loins, and noticed his fingers were wet.

"That was a long time ago, but sure... I have some. Why do you think I have a hard time when we're going between systems?" came his answer, as he brought his fingers to Yvonne's muzzle. She licked them as she looked back and forth between the two.

"Anyways, I don't think there's much left to rekindle, but I could be wrong. If our guests like this little one decide to stay, I don't think it'll work out. I'm not much for monogamy either way, but it'll be impossible if I can get laid whenever I want by these girls." She frowned and said,

"That's not a problem for me. I um, want something casual and easy. even if I have to share." This made the captain grin, and he said,

"I think I'd like that. I don't know how you feel about the girls, but maybe you could try their services as well." Harriet bit her lip and looked away from the two, blushing. Cyrus continued,

"For now, though, you should probably go back to sleep. Unless you want to watch me do horrible, perverted things to this little mouse." Harriet didn't get up, deciding instead to lean back.

"Do whatever you want with her... I'll leave if it starts to get to me," she said. Cyrus nodded and then said to Yvonne,

"Let's continue." He moved his paw under her and unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock. He grunted as it slid along the young girl's taut buttocks, and she turned in his lap, sitting on his thigh so that she could stroke it. Harriet stared over at the captain's fat dick, and without realizing, licked her lips. She did feel a little jealous as the girl's paws caressed his cock. The captain leaned in and nibbled along Yvonne's ear as he said to her,

"How do you like to get fucked, girl?" Yvonne glanced over at Harriet and then at him and his cock. She bit her lower lip lightly,

"Roughly, sir. I want it to hurt, if that's okay." He licked one of his fingers and brought it in under her tail, toying with her little anus. He commented to her,

"I can do that. There's some lubricant in my quarters, in the nightstand drawer. Run along and go get it, little mouse, and bring it back. I'd love to fuck you in the ass." She got up from his lap and darted off, leaving Cyrus alone with his ex, with his dick out.

"You're a real pervert, you know that, Cyrus?" asked Harriet. He laughed, as did she, "I guess that's alright. I mean, you would end up in a penitentiary if she wasn't a slave. You know that, right?" He shrugged.

"Oh, the thought had crossed my mind. You really wanna stick around and watch me sodomize a minor?" he asked, and she sticked out her tongue. It took Harriet a good deal of courage to say what she did next,

"Do you think, uh... I could join in?" He lifted a brow, and looked to Yvonne as she came back with the lube in hand, and walked over to the captain. Without a word Yvonne got to work, uncapping that bottle and squeezing some onto her fingers before spreading some under her tail. Cyrus enjoyed that sight but continued talking to Harriet.

"It's up to her, too, but I don't mind." Harriet looked to the girl and bit her lip, then said,

"While he's in your ass, I would like your mouth." Yvonne squeaked and looked to each rat, but nodded her head,

"I can do that for you, miss." She bent over, pointing her ass at Cyrus as she leaned toward Harriet. Cyrus had noticed she didn't use any fingers on herself, but minded little. The girl wanted it to be painful, and he was willing to entertain her request. He took the lube and drizzled some along his tool, then spread it with his fingers before he stood up and held his tip to her tiny tailhole. Yvonne's hands were shaky as she helped Harriet out of her pants. Harriet leaned back and casually pulled aside the crotch of her panties. This would be her first lesbian experience, but she told herself that a mouth is simply a mouth. A squeak escaped as Cyrus penetrated Yvonne, opening her little ass around his thick, adult shaft. She winced some, but leaned forward more, brushing her fingers through Harriet's pubic hair before she trailed a slow lick up the female rat's slit. Harriet closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair, just enjoying the sensations. She heard Cyrus grunting lowly, and Yvonne's pained, urgent little breaths.

"Fuck, that's tight," said Cyrus as he sunk fully into the girl's overstretched backside. Her toes curled and she whimpered, managing to thank him for the compliment before she got back to work, her little tongue fluttering over her clit. Harriet's eyes shot open and she let out a moan, looking over her ex buggering the young girl, and then down at the mouse eating her out. She slipped a paw behind her head and stroked as she sighed,

"You're a terrific little cuntlicker, too." Cyrus' balls soon bore their weight on Yvonne's young cuntlips and found them practically dripping wet. The next few firm strokes made a decidedly wet sound as he claimed the girl's ass for himself. The three heard footsteps, and only Cyrus looked over, seeing the ship's doctor in the doorway. There was no hiding what the three were up to, so he kept at it as Francine's erection stiffened in her medical scrubs. She wasn't about to show restraint either, choosing instead to take it out and stroke it, dribbling precum onto the metallic floor of the ship's engine room. Cyrus turned his head and grunted,

"Did she always have that?" to Harriet, who just noticed the vixen in the door,

"Unless you can just buy one, I think so..." Yvonne was truly too busy to comment or even look over, taking a dick up one end while she serviced pussy with the other. Her tongue rolled lewdly over Harriet's folds, and again the she-rat was lost in the raptures of bliss. Francine was full-on jerking off now, using her own pre as lube to keep things slick, the sound adding to the ambience of balls slapping against young mouse pussy, the vulgar squelching sounds of lube, and the occasional slurps as Yvonne dined on rat cunt. It didn't take Cyrus long to reach his limit in the tight confines of girlmouse ass, and he threw his head back as he lurched forward and blasted the contents of his balls into Yvonne, painting her entrails with his spunk. Harriet came suddenly as well, her legs lifting and a throaty cry echoing off the walls of the engine room. Cyrus slumped back in his seat with his dick still half embedded in Yvonne as he drained into her. Finally Yvonne looked over at Francine as she reached a paw back to grab Cyrus's dick and stroke at what was no longer buried in her ass. She dutifully milked the male rat until she felt his ratmeat soften, and slip out of her now-gaping ass of it's own accord.

"These girls are gonna be the end of us, captain," said Harriet, and Cyrus smirked. He said,

"I doubt it. We'll just be a lot more relaxed on missions from now on, a win-win." Francine stopped as she realized they were done, having made a puddle of pre on the floor in front of her.

"Hey now, just point that away from the equipment in here," said Cyrus, as Yvonne turned around cautiously. She slipped a paw underneath and cupped a paw under her leaking ass, and then kneeled before him.

"Shall I clean you, sir?" asked the mouse, and he nodded his head. He inhaled sharply, surprised when the girl drew him into her maw and sucked heartily, cleaning him off just as surely as she drew out any remaining juices from his urethra. She swallowed and then blushed when he patted her on the head.

"Hey Captain, what's that?" said Harriet, pointing at one of the instrument monitors. The rat turned and it took a moment for him to see the scanner was picking up something directly in their path. Something they were on a collision course with. He jerked to his feet, and shouted,

"No time to find out! To the cockpit!"

Neither he nor Harriet had bothered to make themselves decent, the captain's limp dick flopping about, while Harriet arrived in the cockpit, bottomless. Francine approached Yvonne at a more leasurely pace and picked the girl up, after putting her dick back in her scrubs.

"Let's go see what that is... then maybe I'll take a turn with you, little girl." The doctor licked at the little girl's lips and got a taste of Harriet, arriving in the cockpit in time to see Harriet and Cyrus strapping in. The ship buckled as they swerved, and then turned around, slowing down with the aid of the ship's frontal damping jets. There on the viewscreen, floating in space, was a small ship. Harriet took one look at the readings and said to the captain,

"It's a runabout from the Corpiarri fleet. Someone on there's alive... but barely." She didn't wait for his authorization, turning on the ship's tractor beam. While the tractor beam was old and barely capable, the ship was small, and was slowly pulled, in, rotating as it's docking rig angled toward the Bastion's. The captain said,

"We've got a lot of illegal shit on this ship. You really want to bring the authorities in here?" She gave a dismissive wave of her hand,

"I think whoever's in there will be willing to overlook that. Looks to me like the pirates hit them... and did what they were going to do to us. Life support's shot. Whoever's in there is just barely getting by on whatever air was left before the support was disabled." After Harriet's speech, the two were in uneasy agreement.

"Doctor, I'll need your help with the survivor," spoke Cyrus. Francine grimaced and said,

"Fine, but the mouse sleeps in my quarters." The vixen set Yvonne down and was about to run off to the doctor's room, when Cyrus said,

"Her choice." Yvonne did not change her mind, and scrambled over to the doctor's room. As the ships docked, fresh air rushed into the disabled runabout, and the ship's mysterious, barely living passenger's life was spared.