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Chapter 5: Epsilon-9 Station

It didn't take me much to wake up from the nap. I was in a set of sparse quarters, much like those you find on a coach grade cruise. I swung myself out of bed and headed to the shower. I felt very good, and barely looked twice at myself as I passed the mirror. I lathered up my fur well, using a couple passes to get all the coatings off my groin, which while I felt better having washed, in the back of my mind I missed them. The shower had a built in set of drying jets, and the warm air cascaded through my fur tickling me a little bit.

"All stations prepare for docking procedures. We dock in one minute. Repeat. All stations prepare for docking procedures." The almost monotone voice came from the ship-wide intercom. Somehow it didn't feel long enough to have drifted across the few last leagues of space to reach the station. I looked through the nearest porthole, and got my first personal view of a man-made body in space.

Epsilon-9 seemed smaller than I would have expected it, but it was really just well made, compact, purely functional on the outside. First impressions in space are deceiving however, as the station was a full mile across on the widest deck, could house over a dozen mid-size cargo ships in its holds, while having the twenty or so light short-range fighters in their own bays. On the whole it was a mid sized city floating in the everlasting night of space in a perihelion orbit between the main orange star of the Epsilon system and the fourth planet. A good hundred thousand people lived permanently on the station, some workers and crew, some shop owners, and their families. For most ships that would come to call on the station, it was a refueling point to and from earth, before the longer jumps between systems; as well as a sort of interstellar passenger hub.

The ship made a very slight lurch as it hard-docked with the station, and a chime through the intercom signaled our arrival. A full day on the station was ahead of me, and part of me wished that this visit had me with funds to try to enjoy it. I had no idea what kind of goods and services would be available, what other races of the galaxy I might meet. There was a buzzer at the door, and I opened it, to be greeted by the doctor.

He chuckled, "I see you are awake, and am fairly certain you slept quite well. These are for you." He reached out with his hand, a card of sorts in it. "Your temporary ident card, until you can choose whether you want to keep your name or gain a new one at which time we can register you with the databases again. It also contains a few hundred credits for your personal use." He then handed a box, which had a standard issue uniform. "And so you have something less, intimate to wear while shopping."

It didn't take me long to dress and pocket my ident card, then stroll down the corridor of the ship, through the gangway, and onto the station. One advantage of being such a large ship, was that the docking arm connected on two floors. The lower floor would be used to transport cargo and crew back and forth, while the upper floor was used by passengers, of which there seemed to be few, and most of them wore uniforms with the logo of the ship on them, hinting that they were probably family. The passenger dock lead directly to the station's commerce deck, and after a short checkpoint, where my identity was processed and raised a couple eyebrows from simply being labeled as some passenger number instead of a name.

Like a shopping district, or an outdoor bazaar, this deck had all manner of store, curio-shops, food courts, beauty salons, and standard supply shops. It also had a variety of alien run stores, with names I could not begin to pronounce let alone read the script. I wandered for a bit, and decided to spend whatever small amount of money I had been granted, on essentials. I opted to visit the beauty salon, and find out what fur-care items there were, then to a clothing store and get myself something more casual than a uniform, as well as perhaps show off my new self.

First the clothing store, I looked about and finally found one that seemed more ready to tailor clothing to be worn by those with tails, and hopefully big fluffy tails at that. I had barely walked into the mostly empty store before being approached by a woman with a bust that barely kept itelf under oversized. I wasn't sure whether she was pure Animalkin, or a recombined one like myself, but the russet toned squirrel seemed happy to serve. It seemed to take forever, as she kept trying to find out my information, sizes and the like, before I finally whispered to her that I had no clue what my new sizes were after being recombined. I did not let her know I was new to being female, just that I didn't know what size I was now. After an hour or so, I had a good set of underwear; panties, bras and the like; as well as two pairs of shoes; one generic set of sandals for everyday wear, which I wore out, and another more formal set of very very high heels, for whatever reason I had to get stilettos before I felt comfortable with the high heels. In the couple boxes were a couple complete sets of clothing, a very frilly lace one-piece undergarment, and a full formal dress that was perhaps a bit over zealous on my looks and more than a fair bit of showing off my curves. Apparently that wasn't too difficult with the right style and color of clothing to do, my curves worked well enough on their own but for the dark black fur to hide them. In the other box was a casual everyday outfit for me to wear whenever. Simple loose blouse, and a well coordinated trousers to go with it. I had no realization that I had already spent four of the eight hours shopping there, and there was so much more of the station to see.

The beauty shop was next on my list of essential places to stop, as I had neither clue what kind of conditioner my fur was going to need, nor whether it would be supplied or order-able from my upcoming home and job. Just as quickly as I was steered into someone's care at the clothing store, I was almost as quickly steered into a special section of the store. I didn't even consider of the possibility like any mephitis that in periods of relaxation or stress I could spray. I was brought into a side room, with a marble table shaped like the steel tables that medical examiners place corpses on, but a little deeper, with a faucet at one end, and a drain in the other that appeared to have a flow control on it, so that a constant run of water could be had without overflowing. My hostess asked me what I wanted, and I decided on a simple shampoo and conditioning, perhaps a little styling if needed.

Such a wonderful feeling to allow someone else to bathe me, though strange at times. Her professional hands kept themselves from being arousing in any way the way she briskly, but thoroughly, cleansed my fur; then applied a sweetly fruit scented conditioner that once done made my fur shimmer under the lights. Rinsed, dried, and even brushed to a degree I never knew was quite possible; at least not to those who weren't insanely rich. At the end, I re-dressed myself in the casual clothing, undergarments included, and stepped out feeling, and looking, like a million dollars.

Arms filled with bags and boxes, I headed back to the ship to drop the items off. Heading through the main rotunda toward the docking arm, I started feeling more and more eyes on me, looking me over. I slowed my walking down, a little embarrassed and very unused to such attention. I kept myself from making eye contact, and definitely looked to others as a shy, but extremely good looking skunkette. Almost to the docking arm a large figure blocked my view.

"Let me help you carry those miss." was all his voice, soft yet undernoted with a hint of gruffness. Before I could completely react, he had reached out and effortlessly picked up my boxes and started heading toward the arm I was obviously heading toward. Partly stunned, I started to follow, and looked his own handsome form over. Easily seven feet tall, wearing a leatherette jacket and rugged space worthy pants through which his white and deep brown ringed tail stuck through. He was definitely a tiger of some kind, but I wasn't sure exactly what mix. It took barely a moment more before we arrived at the docking hatch, dropped off my items to a crewman on the ship as it was still in lock down in preparation for the next jump.

"I must admit, I had an ulterior motive on helping you." He pulled out an Ident with a badge attached to it, and showed it to me. "You see, I'm an investigator, and there was a report of a certain passenger on your ship. Perhaps you've seen him?" He put the ident-card away, and pulled out a picture, albeit a poor one, of my former self. The image looked like you might expect off a printout from a computer enhanced security camera image.

I pretended to look at it as if checking it against my memory, shook my head and commented, "No. I haven't. Sorry. Though I spent the whole trip from Earth to here in the sick-bay; my first trip in space you see, and didn't see anyone else except the doctor."

He nodded in understanding. "Sometimes they do that with people who might be overly sensitive to hyper-space travel. Oh well. Though should you see him, please contact me." He handed me a business card with his contact information. The card looked more like a hired thug's rather than a private investigator. I stared at the card for a moment, not exactly sure what to do, but he took the initiative.

"I should have introduced myself, I'm Max, and if I may be permitted to say, you are the loveliest skunkette I've ever laid eyes upon." He reached over and gently took my hand. I felt myself blush, and pull away gently tilting my head in the stereotypical bashful shy posture. "It's nothing to be ashamed of." He paused for an uncomfortable minute, before continuing. "Being your first time on a space station, you might not know that they can frequently been more than just a docking port of call." He paused as if planning out his next move, and followed up, "Why don't you and I go get some food. My treat." As if on queue my stomach let out just a loud enough gurgle for him to hear. We chuckled and headed on, though I blushed more than he did.

The food court area was much like you would expect in a mall, though mixed with the barracks or high-school cafeteria atmosphere. There were what looked like a good dozen or so food shops of varying ethnicity, many not from Earth. Being relatively near earth, there were quite a number of Asian cuisine places, Chinese, Korean and the like; but I decided to stray and try something different. I went to a shop with barely any English written on the signs, not even in translation, and ordered mostly by pointing. I had no clue what it was I ordered, but I felt adventurous. Turning I saw Max sitting at a table and took my tray over. He seemed quite surprise at my selection looking at me and asking, "I thought this was your first time off world?"

"Yes, but I figured I better try something new than something I knew." I chuckled a little at the accidental rhyme and peered at my food. It looked something like a squid soup, except that the broth was nearly iridescent blue, the squid looked more like a green with orange spot tentacle. There were more identifiable vegetables in it, something that looked like bok-choi, carrot, and potato. The smell was fairly indescribable as I picked up the two tined fork, staked a large chunk and took a bite. One might say in the native tongue that it was very spicy; though to my extra sensitive skunk tongue, I thought I was tasting motor oil and degreaser in some kind of battling mix for dominance. I chewed, and the tentacle tasted more like cactus meat. Once the fluids from inside mixed with the broth, it was an incredible flavor. I smiled and found myself eating it ravenously and with much slurping noise. Max partly stared at me as if in complete disbelief that I could actually stomach the odd concoction; but I found myself enjoying it. When I was done, I returned my tray to the vendor, and the worker smiled asking me in rough English what I thought of the meal, and I smiled and told him how strange yet delightful it was. He chuckled and commented how he thought it strange that an Earthling even asked to eat some of the food, and was surprised even more that I ate it with the proper etiquette, for he had been watching me with rapture. I blushed and finally went back, but not after purchasing the proper after dinner item; which was extremely sweet. I'd never had anything sugary that could compare to whatever sweetening agent this had. Nibbling and licking the ice-cream like item, which tasted like a cross between mint and some not completely identifiable meat slurry; really it defied description by an Earthling; but the pure sweetness made it very enjoyable. The cone like bowl it was served in had some kind of a perhaps bone flavor to it, almost like made with the marrow of some odd animal. Somehow in retrospect, I figure I should have vomited at the flavors, but perhaps the omnivorous and partly scavenger nature of the skunk in me could have made anything taste good; whatever the reasons, I made mental note to keep trying what I could of new strange cultures.

Max was sitting there, with a very bemused look on his face when I returned to the table, smiling broadly inward to myself. I sat down and finished slowly off my ice-cream. He got up to return his tray to the proper place, and by the time he returned I had finished off my dessert. I smiled to him as he sat down, and he seemed a bit awkward, perhaps something on his mind. Both of us just stared at each other for a long moment, strange thoughts seemed to float across my mind. I had no way to be sure what the origin of the thoughts and sensations were but I found myself feeling quite aroused and frisky. The more I looked over what I could see above the table, the more I breathed in and relaxed, the more I found myself wanting to have him. I never considered myself a very forward individual, or even a fairly horny dog; but I wanted him, and every part of my senses told me to do it. The thoughts made me wonder why, was it something in the food that could act as an aphrodisiac, was it my new genetics still coming to balance, was it something I smelt off of him. Throwing caution to the wind I reached across the table to take his hand.

One thing led to another, his taking my hand, kissing the back of it, standing up, and before I knew it we were in a private area, a sort of room for the rent by the hour. One might have expected if this were a land side city to be the bad area of town, peeling paint, the smell of industry and perhaps sewage; but on a station it was almost like walking into a hospital ward, white walls, recessed florescent lighting and pristine looking sheets. I had barely gotten into the room before he turned and locked the door to keep us from being intruded upon. He leaned against it and I smiled, starting to unbutton my blouse after kicking off the sandals I had on. He giggled and almost rushed over to me to take over the work, pressing lightly to caress my breasts through the cloth as he very slowly removed them. I felt hot and pent up, and it seemed he was going too slowly. I could feel how wet I was, how horny I felt, and how I seemed to just want to shed myself of the clothing, and let him have his way with me, roughly too. The thoughts were foreign to me but perfectly natural at the same time. I fidgeted quite a bit while he undid my buttons, slid the blouse from my shoulders to drape it on the night stand. His hands caressed my sides, and over my belly, before wrapping about me and pulling me into a deep kiss. I shuddered and sucked his lips, licking gently across them before his tongue pressed out to meet mine, entwining and dancing over each other. He had much more expertise than I had, but I was not sure he either noticed or cared about it. In the entanglement he had expertly undone the clasps of my bra, and pulling back from the kiss, licking his lips, he pulled the bit of clothing free from my arms to drop it atop my blouse.

He smiled leaning down to kiss and fondle my decently sized breasts which made me gasp, groan and start to pant. I did not completely notice his hands pulling my skirt and panties down at the same time, his hands running back up my legs and over my thighs which only made me tremble. Without the clothing I could smell my arousal, sweet and hanging on the air like gossamer threads of spider spun silk, waiting to capture and cling to whoever might stumble into the laid out trap. Breathing in the scent deeply, I felt myself be captured by my own scent, as well as what I could detect of his. His hands eventually roamed higher from my thighs, and gently he let one hand linger cupping my nether lips. His touch was delicate and careful, teasing me even more. I could feel how sticky and wet I must have been growing. He continued to kiss my breasts, suckling on my hard nipples, capturing them in his lips and flicking his tongue rapidly over the surfaces of my hard sensitive nubs. I shuddered and felt myself weak in the knees and almost fell, if his hands had not caught me, onto the bed.

He leaned over me, breathing deeply, before nuzzling my footpads, kissing and caressing his way from the bottom of my form slowly up toward my waist. His hands ahead of his mouth as he went up my calves, pausing a my knees, before spreading my legs a little as his head neared my crotch. His hands continued upward until they rested on my breasts, coming into contact with them and closing his fingers gingerly on my nipples at the same time he placed a ginger kiss on the hood of my clitoris. Perhaps showing my inexperience I was thrusting my hips up against his mouth eagerly. He slid his mouth and started to suckle at my nether-lips, licking and teasing about. It didn't take long before I arched back hard and cried out as the waves of passion flooded through me. While I couldn't tell any change had occurred, he slowed his licking down while I rode out my orgasm, partly aware of just how short it washed through me.

Slipping back, he spread my legs, holding my knees to his hips, and pressed himself against me, his cock pushing against my belly, while my still sopping cunny could feel his warm balls pressing against it. They felt huge and full, only adding to my desire as I recovered. He kissed me warmly, and I could taste myself on his lips oddly sweet to my taste buds as his tongue entwined with mine. I held him close with my legs wrapped about his hips, my heated groin meeting his, while leaning partly back onto the bed. It didn't take long for my desire to return, my willingness growing to the tune of his own need to penetrate me. I hesitated a moment when he pulled back his hips to align himself with me.

His smiling face and the slight sensation of his throbbing, hot, damp cock tip pressed against me reassured me and I spread my legs just enough to indicate my consent and being as ready as possible. He pushed his hips forward, meeting resistance at the first pressure, then his cock spread my tight lips apart and began spearing its way deep into my vaginal passage. I screamed and moaned, falling back onto the bed and writhed with the extreme sensation of being stretched about his cock. He held still for a moment, letting my panting subside just a little as well as allowing me to get used to the sensations. While I know he was not the most endowed creature in the universe, he did feel large. I seemed to think I could feel every nuance of his shape, every fleshy nub of his feline maleness prod at my sensitive folds with the pulse of his strong heartbeat.

It seemed forever that he held still, hands caressing my thighs and hips; before he grasped my hips, claw tips digging into my skin just a little. He then pulled back, dragging his cock out of me, almost rasping my insides with those nubs. He growled his need of me and then rammed his cock home, burying into me with such force and ferocity that I felt myself slide back on the bed and his randy ball-sack slap against my ass. I mewled loudly, part grunt part pant; and whimpered a little. Whatever combination of noises I had made, it seemed to tell him that I wanted it rough. It didn't take him a second thought before he pulled back, as if measuring his strokes, and then started to take me fast and hard.

The thickness of his cock and my tense muscles as he started to have sex with me in such a feral fashion made the most odd slurping sounds, and I felt the pressures and vacuums inside me work my body over, much like a plumber's helper works on a drain. It was strange, and for some reason didn't feel exactly like I imagined sex should be, but I loved every moment of it. I tossed and turned on the bed, I panted, I rocked my hips up against him as he just continued like a piston engine. How long he fucked me, how many strokes of his cock inside me, how much left of my pussy would there be after the grating of his nubs inside me; were all questions I had no answer to. After the first scant strokes of his movements, my mind was simply flooded by endorphins and pleasure that all sensations became a wash. The only meter of this lovemaking I had, was the screams I had with each orgasm, and there were at least a dozen as with every passing he increased his efforts.

I can't remember whether I passed out or whether the sensations overloaded me completely such that my memory was a haze. The next thing I do recall, was being in the shower, my back and tail being scrubbed by the wonderful tiger. He lathered and worked the shampoo and conditioner into my fur with a careful determined diligence while I washed my front side, though he did turn me about to assist with that and I switched to his chest. Then it was my turn to cleanse his back. It seemed as if we took hours to complete the massaging shower before we stepped out into the attached wind-tunnel dryer. The air was good and warm, but at first felt cool as it dried the water from us. Part way through he took to brushing my thicker fur, making sure I looked as close as possible to I did after leaving the salon. There was not much I could brush of his very short fur, which seemed to fall into place of its own accord. My tail took longer to work out the knots formed from the shower, but eventually it was worked into place.

Leaving the rental room we went our separate ways, and I returned to the ship. The lone guard let me know that the ship was in final preparation for leaving, and that we'd be underway in barely an hour; so I decided to head back to my cabin and wait the time there. I loaded my new items into my locker, and took out my sketchbook and pencils. By the time I heard and felt the docking clamps release, I had sketched out a fairly accurate portrayal of my tiger lover. Hearing the familiar announcement of heading to hyper-space, I put the book away and laid down to let myself fairly quickly drift off to sleep.