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Two Pair

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Author: Jake-Rabbit

Twitter: @DamnDirtyFurry

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Illustrator: Jeremy Kidd

Twitter: @wolf_kidd

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A seasoned sailor could have swiftly spotted the new recruits from across the CNC Silverstrand's brightly lit hangar bay. Present were two young faces, replete with pressed, clean dress blues and freshly minted and smartly polished boots. The two of them carried duffle bags stuffed to capacity with their worldly belongings, and they also carried upon themselves a general air of not knowing where in the hell they were. For all the gesturing and pointing they engaged in, it was blatantly obvious that they were either lost, or looking for someone.

From across the deck, a set of intensely green eyes had been watching the two recruits since they arrived, their owner's white, murine muzzle snarled up. From where she'd been parked on a deck chair next to the open engine bay of a recon ship, Yana had been busy soaking in some of the warm artificial sunlight. She was thankful to take a moment to let the gentle warmth soak through her mostly white fur to the muscles underneath, and the presence of these two neophytes had disturbed her mellow. She'd been relaxing, and the moment they showed up, she'd been rankled.

She'd had enough of seeing them standing, bewildered and struck, in the middle of her hangar bay. Captain Yana "Crank" Duni ran the air wing that had taken over the bay, and she didn't take kindly to two freshly-minted recruits standing in the middle of an active approach way. Fusion engines didn't take kindly to young, clueless kids. She reluctantly hauled herself out of her deck chair and bellowed.

"AIRMEN! Get your asses over here and get the hell out of the middle of the landing zone!"

Yana's large, rounded ears were turned back, lending her a quite serious air, broadcasting her irritation. Her hand brushed back through cropped, jet black hair and watched as the two recruits startled, picked up their bags and nearly bolted over, stopping to drop their bags and snap to attention. Yana turned, grabbing her field cap out of the chair she'd been sunning herself in, worrying it down onto her head.

One of the recruits was a tall Lapin, jet black from toes to the tips of long ears, only blue eyes and a pink nose breaking up the monotony. His compatriot was just as monochrome; a plainly short, starkly white furred Mus, his murine features exaggerated by a set of giant, low-set ears, pale pink delicate hands, blue eyes, and a long, whiplike, bald pink tail. Before either could open their mouths, Yana was on them.

"Do you two fancy getting turned into vapor by the first shuttle that lands? Maybe getting your heads knocked off your shoulders when someone comes in hot?"

"NO SIR!" Both recruits sounded off.

"Then one of you better explain just what the hell you were doing, gawking and loitering in the middle of my flight deck? Did you both get your brains addled when you landed?"

The lapin spoke up. "No sir! We were just lost, sir!" His eyes were steadily drifting down towards Yana's nearly open top. Clearly, she'd been showing more cleavage than he could handle at the moment. She leaned in, putting her nose right against the lapin's. If she could have seen it under that black fur, she was sure he blanched. His partner just turned red.

"What's that, recruit? My tits couldn't hear you!"

"S-Sir?"

"What's your name, recruit? And you'd best speak to my face this time!"

The lapin swallowed and stood stiff as a board. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Rally Effingham, reporting for duty, SIR."

"Well, Lieutenant Junior Grade Rally Effingham, why don't you just get down and inspect the deck with your nose. While you're at it, you might as well exercise...get to it!"

"Yes sir!" The lapin dropped to all fours and proceeded to perform push-ups, keeping his eyes focused on the ground. Yana turned her attention to the white mus he came with.

"What about you? Name and rank."

"Lieutenant Junior Grade Malla Irza, reporting for duty, SIR!" His eyes were focused forwards the entire time, and Yana smiled, pleased. This one was on his best now.

"And maybe you can explain to me just why YOU thought it safe to stand in the LZ?"

"No excuse, sir."

"No excuse? You mean you were stupid on purpose, Irza?"

"No sir!"

"No? Stupid on accident?"

"No sir. Just stupid."

"Standing there like two idiots, jaws on the deck and eyes everywhere they shouldn't be.. Damn right you've no excuse. Now where are you two supposed to be?"

"Hangar 1-B, sir. Report to Captain Duni, sir."

"Yeah? What business do you have with her?"

"Transfer, sir."

"Yeah, well, you found me. Don't suppose you saw the bars on my cap, right? Eves not high enough?" Yana grinned and fingered along the neck of her top. She could nearly feel the bravado drain out of Rally, and the next push up took him longer than the others.

"Yes sir. I saw them, sir."

"Then give your briend a boot in the ass next time, he clearly didn't. That's an order."

"Yes sir!"

Yana smiled widely and tapped Rally's shoulder with a boot.

"You exercised the lazy out of those eyes?"

Rally nodded.

"Good, get up."

While Rally hauled himself up to his feet and stood at attention, Malla had dug into his pocket and thrust a piece of paper towards her. "Transfer from the Dark Suns, sir. We were ordered to report to you for Weapons Platform duty."

Yana snatched the papers from Malla and glanced them over. "Oh, my my my. Mini and Smooth are going to have a blast with you two. They've been bending my ear about getting some relief. Report to them, you'll find them at the back of the hangar."

Both Rally and Malla nodded. "Yes sir!"

Yana kept looking over their papers, letting the both of them dangle on her hook for just a little longer, enjoying seeing how long she could drag out an awkward silence, keeping them standing at attention. After a minute, she looked up and found the both of them still, nervous and unsure looks back on their faces, hidden under a thin veneer of protocol.

"Still here? Eff off. Go on. Dismissed!" She unceremoniously stuffed the transfer papers back into Malla's shirt pocket.

"Yes sir!" The two recruits gave salute, then hauled their duffle bags, running for the back of the hangar.

Yana smiled to herself and sunk back down into her deck chair, tugging her cap down over her eyes. She was drifting off when a familiar voice spoke up from her side.

"Fresh recruits?" The voice belonged to Lieutenant Lana Klein, or Smooth as she was known to the squad. Lana was busy stuffing lunch into her dark muzzle. Lana's kind, racca, always seemed to have a bottomless pit of a stomach, and in her raccoon-like hands, she had one sandwich, and another still in wrapping. Her short, dark hair was tucked back into a field cap, and she wore standard issue long shorts and a black sports bra.

"The freshest." Yana snorted. "Your new crew, actually. Watch out for that lapin gunner, he's got eyes that might fall out of his head.

"Oh wonderful. I'll be sure to keep a low top on to keep his attention."

"Evil bitch."

"Oh, well, then maybe you'd like to mix it up and put him with Mini."

Yana popped her cap upwards with a lone finger and glanced up at Lana. "Ab-so-lutely not. I don't need both those kids broken."

"You're no fun."

"Lies and vicious rumor. Besides, the mus kid; he seems a bit stiff. Maybe he'll loosen up around her."

Lana snorted, and was barely able to hold back the bite of sandwich she'd just taken. Yana glared sideways at her.

"Shut it, you."

***

Mini was shoulders-deep into a maintenance panel, navigating the byzantine maze that was guts of her ship; her lower half and ringed tail hanging out over the panel, providing only a modicum of balance as she worked. She'd been at it all day, undertaking what felt like an increasingly sisyphean task; ferreting out an elusive issue with the lateral stabilizers that had surfaced in a training exercise the day before.

Expensive pieces of equipment like the Platform ships required highly trained teams, and the local crew chief didn't take kindly to pilots who performed their own work on their own ships. When it came to Mini, however, even the chief had to admit that she had an uncanny, perhaps even unholy relationship with the ship, and a knack for fixing issues that cropped up better than her techs could. So, today, it was her who was rubbing the fur off her delicate fingers, and often ass-over teakettle, head stuck into an access panel.

For certain, the sight that Rally and Malla beheld as they double-timed to where Yana had pointed them towards was ever so slightly incongruous with being aboard the fleet flagship. Mini was heads-down into an avionics access panel, her grey and black ringed tail waving above a boyishly narrow rear end that was tightly clad in small shorts. The ever present hiss of the bay's air handlers was often broken by a string of brassy profanities spewing from her mouth.

"Gods blessed....stupid....who in their right minds would put a....gods-damned!" Mini's feet struggled to gain purchase on the metal hull of the ship as she cursed up a storm, then paused, hips shifting. Two eyes glowed from within the dark recess, looking back at Malla and Rally.

"....hey you! Be a sport, hand me a ten millimeter deep driver socket, huh?" A black hand reached out expectantly from the panel.

Rally and Malla looked at each other, then shrugged. Malla reached over and fished about in an open set of sockets, delicately nudging the greasy sockets about with a single finger to find the right one, then handing it to Rally with an equally careful gesture, mindful of errant coolant and grease that could stain one's fingers. Rally sneered.

"God you're such a delicate flower." Rally took the socket and dropped it into Mini's waiting palm. Her fingers snatched closed about it like a venus fly trap, and that hand darted back into diving in the dark recess. Rally leaned in once more, ostensibly to see if he could help, but his eyes betrayed him. Malla stood back, observing.

"Hey, uh, you need any help? Another hand, maybe? Some light?" Rally's hand braced on the panel aperature, just behind Mini's upturned backside.

"Nuh! I got it! Just...hnng. Some rat's ass decided to put an adjustment bolt right...behind..the damn...flow valve..." Her grey and black ringed tail waved and coiled around like an angry serpent, slender legs kicking out, a foot lightly punting Rally in the side.

Rally sat back and smiled, quite unashamedly watching Mini's tight, shorts-clad backside as she worked, admiring how fabric could just hug and caress every single curve.. Malla shot him a glance, disapproval clear on his face, and mouthed 'pervert' at him. The lapin made a rude gesture back and then smiled.

"Hah! Got it! Just a half turn and...." Mini's feet found purchase against the hull so that she could wrench herself out of it, twisting and nearly leaping back from the ship to land on her feet. "Thanks!"

Her long, black hair, done up in double braids was frayed at both ends. Her work coveralls were long since discarded off to the side, cast off like a useless skin, leaving the tomboyish racca in a pink tank top that hung loosely along her nearly flat chest, stained and torn in spots. The shorts that she wore were not much better than underwear, clinging to a narrow backside. The only sign of her rank was her field cap, which sported a Lieutenant's bars, but also was decorated with a pin in the shape of a tiny, cartoonish blue bird. Both Rally and Malla snapped to attention immediately.

Mini frowned at the formality. "Oh whatever. What do you two want?" She grabbed the bottom edge of her shirt and pulled it up slightly, leaning over to use it to dab up some grease that had streaked her cheek.

"Lieutenants Junior Grade Effingham and Irza, reporting for duty, SIR." Malla barked out, still standing stiff and looking straight forwards.

Mini laughed and waved the both of them off. "Calm down. Er, at ease. Whatever." She sat down on a cargo container crosslegged, and proceeded to clean off her tools with a dingy terry cloth. Both Rally and Malla relaxed, but again caught themselves as the her posture exposed just how tight those shorts clung.

"So, what...you two are the new pilot and gunner, huh? Fresh out of training?"

"Yes sir." Rally replied, keeping his hands in front of himself, and for good reason. Malla shot a glance at him, hands behind his back, and Rally shot his own glance back.

"Oh neat. You two ever been in one before?"

"Sir?" Malla asked.

"A Weapons Platform Ship. They're kinda new, so I won't hold it against you if not."

"No sir...well, only in simulation, sir."

"That's better than most get! So which one of you handles the big guns?"

Rally puffed his chest somewhat and smiled a wide, toothy smile. "I do, sir."

Mini grinned and busied herself poking the terry cloth into a socket. "Bet you know all about handling your gun, huh?"

Rally again cracked the barest of smiles. "Trained in all sorts, sir."

"Alright. Well, you should go find Lana- Er, Lieutenant Klein. She went to go get lunch, bet you'll find her in the mess, stuffing her face with one of those awful burja sandwiches. They always have them laying around but no one but her eats them...willingly."

Rally nodded and saluted. 'Yes sir. Permission to do that, sir?"

"Oh just go on, already." Mini tossed the oily rag at Rally, and he dodged before smiling and saluting for effect. He picked up his belongings, nudged Malla and then ran off across the hangar.

Malla stood at ease, hands behind his back, eyes focused forwards, and his duffle at his side. Mini grabbed another towel and proceeded to clean a long-handled torque wrench, her violet eyes focused on him as she worked the towel up and down the shaft of the wrench.

"So what's your story?" she asked.

"Sir, Lieutenant Junior Grade Irza, sir. Graduate Yaseda military academy, and-"

"Oh come on. Loosen up. We're not a bunch of drill instructors around here...what's your name?"

"Sir? Lieutenant--"

"First name. All that blah blah blah, that's a mouthful." She extended a greasy hand from where she was sitting. "Mini."

Malla paused, then looked at the offered hand, seemingly wondering if it was a test. He decided to split the difference, slute, and then shake her hand. "Malla Irza."

Mini smiled, returning a light squeeze this his hand, and then went back to polishing the shaft of the wrench. "There. That's much better. Malla. Better than 'Lieutenant Junior Grade Blah Blah', right?" Mini affected a mocking tone with a smirk, then looked to him.

"If you say so, sir."

Mini affected a pouty frown. "I do..." She rolled the terry cloth over the head of the wrench, looking at Malla, waiting for him. She said nothing, letting the awkwards pause just extend. He shifted from foot to foot, but kept his hands behind himself. She finally sighed and relented.

"You're stiff, aren't you?"

Malla shifted in place. His heart skipped a beat. "S-Sir?"

"Stiff! You're all tense." She hopped off the cargo container and put the wrench away. "Y'Can't be all stiff in this unit. I mean, y'know, we're all officers and whatnot, but that sort of thing melts away when it's gotta."

"Yes Sir."

Mini sighed. "OK. Have it your way. You got a callsign already, Mal- Er, recruit?"

"Hotshot, sir."

"Oh, that's a -good- one. You'll have to tell me how you earned it."

Malla adjusted his stance. "Cooked a training target with the engines so that my gunner could get a bead on a secondary incoming target at the same time, sir. Instructor gave me the name and it stuck, sir."

Mini rubbed her temples. "...gonna have to knock off all the sirs...." She snapped back into a smile. "Nice trick. Ever try that while not stationary?" She stood in a stance mocking Malla, hands behind her back and her chest pushed out, making her show off what very little she did have for a chest.

"No sir. Looking forwards to trying, sir." Malla's eyes were unwavering. Mini was disappointed.

"Okay, well, maybe after you've had some stick time in the real deal. I'm going to shower and get cleaned up. You, Lieutenant Junior Grade Malla Irza what what.....you should go find your quarters. I'll see you tomorrow, uh, after dinner?"

"Sir? What time, sir?"

Mini almost seethed. Which, for her, was a slightly less pleasant smile than before. "Nineteen. Kay? See you then. Get settled in. Have a meal. A drink. Two. Maybe three if you're feeling feisty." She waved a grubby hand at him and turned, walking towards the exit of the hangar bay, a bounce in her step.

Malla picked up his bags, and in a moment of curiosity, asked, "Sir, What's your first name, if I can ask?"

Mini stopped in her tracks and looked back at Malla. "You may not. Mini's fine. See you tomorrow, Lieutenant What What."

Malla nodded, then blushed in his cheeks as she turned about and walked away. Her tail seemed to roll behind in her in a hypnotizing counterpoint to her small hips, Malla reached up with a hand, scratching behind one of his large ears, eyes following along with the subtle bob of Mini's backside as she disappeared. He gathered up his belongings and made for quarters - and lunch. Maybe a cold shower was also in order, he thought.

***

"Gods, Malla...the captain...why didn't you warn me I was about to fuck that up so badly? You had one job..." Rally waved a loaded fork at Malla, whom was disinterestedly picking at a salad in front of him.

"It's not my job to shield you from your hormones, Rally."

"What? Of course it is. We'll be flying together, so we gotta look out for each other, right?"

"Sure. But there's a difference. I'm not going to prevent you from making a fuckup because you can't keep it in your pants."

"I keep it in my pants plenty well, thank you."

"From what I've seen, no."

"Wha- Okay, okay, so that one time you caught me with Ahja. One time. Big deal. He was totally mortified, you know. Nice kid, shy, and you totally gave him a complex. You could have read the signal." Rally sent his fork firmly down into his food with irritation.

"A bracelet around the doorknob is hardly a signal."

"What? Of course it is! Didn't you have any brothers or sisters growing up?"

Malla shook his head, and tore into a piece of bread. "You know I don't."

Rally nodded. "Damn right I do. Still don't believe it. Which is why I keep asking. Mus families are known for being huge. Whomever heard of a single child mus kid, yeah?"

Malla raised his hand and rolled his eyes. "Right here..."

Rally nudged him in the side. "Liar. Bet you've got nothing but sisters at home." He stuffed another forkful into his mouth, then started to wave his fork around as if conducting a symphony. "So, tell me, how'd your chat with Mini go?"

"Fine."

Rally waited. He leaned forwards towards Malla and eyed him. "Annnd? Just...'fine?' Is that all I get?"

"I'm scheduled for a Nineteen dust-off."

Rally dropped his fork into his tray with a clatter and sat back in his chair. "I swear to god, Malla. I will vent you out the airlock myself one of these days. Your trainer happens to be a scantily clad, bubbly tomboy who is cute as anything I've seen, and all you can give me is a 'fine' and mission details. For-Fucking-Serious, Malla."

Malla scowled at Rally some. "She's our superior officer."

"And?"

"And what? That's all that should matter."

Rally's hand came into firm contact with his face. "Nngh. Malla, you're so damned straight that you're gonna walk yourself right into a blanket party someday, and I will warn you about that just as much as you did that I was staring down our CO's tits, OK?" He stood up and pushed in his chair.

"Not that you'd be interested, but Smooth...sorry, -Lieutenant Klein- told me the engineer rats have quite an alcohol production device set up in the intercooler decks. She's invited us to cards tonight in the ready room. I'd suggest you at least show up."

Malla shrugged, fingers tearing into his bread. "If you think it wouldn't be a problem for us..."

Rally shook his head and leaned in, hands on the table. "NOT showing up might be a bigger problem. You need to unwind. Relax. Let them know you're not a stiff." He turned and walked out of the mess, leaving Malla to fend for himself with a rather uninspiring plate of vegetables which might have spent too long in cold storage.

***

Malla had quite been looking forwards to a relaxing night in a real bed. He'd spent the last few days on an old, musty, dingy transport out into what was, to him, the middle of nowhere. While sleeping in adverse conditions wasn't a big challenge, trying to catch a few winks aboard a commercial transport with a rickety power plant that made the cabin hotter than most any summer night that he could remember proved to be difficult. In his eyes, it was a minor miracle they didn't all die of heat stroke.

He'd come back from a shower, and the warmth was still soaking through his body, lulling him to sleep better than any medication could. He knew that he'd sleep well. No sooner had his head hit the pillow, eyes closed, and he felt himself losing consciousness, than the blast doors to the barracks hissed open loudly. Malla put his hands to his face.

"Unnh...Rally! I didn't forget, okay? It's just been a long day, I'm tired, and all I want to do is sleep, okay?" Malla rolled over onto his side to face away from the light, hand scratching at his bare chest.

He felt someone sit on the edge of the bed, and then heard Mini's voice.

"Well, if you REALLY want to miss out on a good game of Caruba, then that's up to you. We're playing for high stakes, but I'll understand if you only come with the shirt on your back. Wherever that is."

Malla rolled over and met eyes with her; she was dressed up in casual clothing; a pair of white capri pants, and a button down shirt that he couldn't make heads or tails of, upon which the colors were almost assaulting to the eyes. He moved to stand up, and Mini placed her hand on his chest, pushing him back down.

"Don't get up. You look too comfortable."

"Y-Yes sir. Uh...sir?"

"You say 'sir' -one more time, -and I'm gonna string you up by your pink ears, y'hear?"

"Y-yes s-..uh..Lieutenant."

"Better, but try harder next time. What's up?"

Malla had been looking at her shirt, trying to make sense of it. "Your shirt. What is it?"

"Oh, you like it?" Mini sat up straight and pushed her chest out, plucking at her shirt like a proud peacock showing off. "It's called a Hawaiian shirt."

"A what?"

"Hawaiian. Supposedly some island on Earth. But everyone wore them. Pretty loud, huh? I like the colors. Had one fashioned after one of the science ships came back with a few artifacts and pictures."

"It's...pretty loud, yes si-"

Mini stared him down.

"Mini. It's pretty loud...Mini." Malla was feeling tension well up in his chest, and his ears started to heat up.

Mini smiled widely, perfectly white teeth showing on her black muzzle like moonlight in the night sky. "Muuuch better. That wasn't hard, yeah?" Malla shook his head.

"Alright. So. If you're not too busy being an old codger before your time, maybe...just maybe...you could join us in the ready room, huh? We've got cards, music, and some of the booze, er, uh, 'parts cleaner' from the engineering detail. As I said, high stakes, but if you put on some casual clothes and come join us, I'll vouch for you." Mini smiled widely, her fingers idly scratching along Malla's chest. The gesture made him squirm in place.

"I, uh, well.." That familiar heat started to spread from his ears to his face, and he knew that she'd see it soon.

"Well, you knoooow, if you say you have something better to do, I'll know you're a liar. I own your furry butt for the next six weeks. Besides, Yana's already there, and you don't want to make me look bad in front of MY superior, do you? It rolls downhill, you know. She can be sorta mean!"

"N-no, I wouldn't want that to happen at all!"

"Good! Then I'll see you in a couple minutes, then?"

Malla nodded.

"Good! And...put on your field cap. You'll probably need it." Mini nearly bounced to a stand and then playfully smiled at Malla, walking out of the barracks and closing the door after her.

He laid back down and gazed up at the ceiling. After boot camp and a long two years in academy, this sort of loose camaraderie was not at all what he was used to; everyone he'd met so far seemed fairly comfortable around each other, and there wasn't a sense of competition among any of them. While welcome, it was a culture shift for him that he wasn't quite used to.

Absently, his hand drew over his chest where Mini had been scratching along it. He let his mind drift and, invariably, he came back to that first impression of Mini, what with her rear end in the air and feet planted firmly on bulkhead as she worked. He thought about how her tight cheeks were nearly not even covered by her shorts...how her tail undulated and waved about like a proud flag, and when she finally did stand up, how she was cute and attractive, even while dirty, greasy, and ratty. That sort of tomboyish look was something that he adored, and it had been much too long since someone piqued his interest the way she had.

Malla had been distracting himself enough to have absently let his hand wander down his tight, light-furred belly, combing through the white fur along his midsection, and then surreptitiously slipping it under the waistband of his boxers. He writhed in place and caught his bottom lip, working his smooth, furless hand up from along the velvet soft flesh of his balls, feeling their warmth and volume. He continued his sensual, private caress; fingers gingerly rolling his balls about while the soft fur of his wrist teased against the tip of his pink shaft, eliciting him to arch into the sensation. He let that hand stroke upwards, a firm grip along the base of his shaft that travelled to the tip, giving a soft squeeze to the spongy head. The pleasurable ache made him arch up with a whine, slowly repeat the process, and enable that blush to spread over his cheeks enthusiastically.

Keeping a watchful eye on the door, Malla eased the waist of his boxers down past his erect shaft and balls, eliciting a soft gasp as the cold air of the barracks washed over his bare length. He left his shorts loose about the tops of his thighs, one hand caressing and gingerly tugging along his balls, the other pleasuring his length, working in a slow, undulating movement culminating in his fingers squeezing along his aching tip. Closing his eyes, he thought of everything he'd seen that day, his thoughts about Mini getting more and more lewd as time went on, and his motions picking up along his cock, making him start to pant and gasp out. He visualized those shorts, as tight as they already were, pulling up even more against her narrow bottom. He arched into his hands, thinking about the sight he was treated to when she sat down, flashing both Rally and him; focusing his thought around that dimpled, subtle line along her shorts sent his mind into overdrive. He whined out into the empty quarters, paw moving quickly along him, and his palm slick with pre that just leaked from his tip. He hadn't had a moment alone in months, and everything in him was on a hair trigger. His pink shaft throbbed, and his back arched up, muzzle opening in a soundless moan.

He snapped back to reality; he was going to come if he kept this up. Then it hit; if he made a mess of himself, he'd have to shower again. He might miss the game, and certainly, then, Mini would be incensed. He had to stop.

He couldn't help himself at first; the growing ache and tension centered around his cock's tip begged him to keep at it, but Malla buckled down. He shivered, quickly withdrew his hands, and sat upon on them. His breathing was still ragged, and his belly knotted. No, this would not do. No use getting wound up right now. He stuffed his arousal and tried to relax. His pink shaft was throbbing, the modest length rock hard, tip dribbling wetly along his belly, streaking the fur. At least he could cover that with clothing. He came down slowly, and was eminently thankful when his erection subsided, and his length lay across his hip, tip in a small patch of his own slippery pre.

Malla sucked in a deep breath and got to his feet, looking down to see the front of his boxers pointing outwards again, necessitating an awkward movement with his hips to try and get himself arranged without too much touching along himself again. Putting on some civilian clothing and his issue field cap, he knew in the back of his mind that it might be a long night.

***

"Woman, the hell do you have up those sleeves? I've never seen someone win so many hands in a row!" Yana's voice boomed in the ready room, and was met only with a giggle and shrug from Mini, whom was busy collecting cards..

Yana was well into her fit, and the last losing hand was going to cost her a shirt, which she was in the course of unbuttoning. She'd been faring far better than Rally, whom was already down to his boxers and cap, and Lana, whom had shed her top a few hands ago, but was standing her ground currently. Elian, Yana's Canin Electronics Officer, was kicked back against a wall. While he'd been accused of cheating vis a vis wearing multiple layers of clothing, his assertion that his quarters were cold and he had to wear them was allowed to stand only on the condition that he went to engineering to negotiate for more moonshine.

Ruby, a giant urso from engineering, was sitting back from the table some, her full foot over even Elian's height making the picture a little bit humorous, as the card table wasn't big to begin with, and her thick fingers struggled to hold onto small playing cards. She was down to a bra and pair of shorts. Rally was, unsurprisingly to Malla, completely obviously unable to keep his eyes peeled.

Malla was down a few hands, and had only his pants and boxers left. The dark blush on his cheeks had started the moment he set foot in the room and been roped in by Mini, whom told him that he had no choice in the matter. He was still horny and worked up from earlier indiscretions, and knew that it would be obvious if he dropped trou. After a few shots of "parts cleaner", the alcohol swimming in his system didn't help the situation. He decided to be a good sport, however, and sat himself down next to Mini, whom was perched upon her chair, looking proud as could be - and clothed as could be - as she had laid out a winning hand. Again.

Yana pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside, bare chest catching both Rally and Malla's attention. She irritatedly ran a hand through her short black hair, then glared over at Rally with a grin.

"Bet you thought you'd not ever see these when you were nose down into the landing deck this morning, eh?" Yana cupped under her chest with a jostle and sat back, laughing.

Rally shook his head and smiled, drawing up the cards. "No ma'am. Thought for sure you were gonna bite my head clean off my neck right then and there."

"Don't count me out just yet, kid. Deal."

"Wouldn't dare, ma'am."

Malla squirmed in place as the cards were dealt, and he could feel Yana's eyes drilling into him from across the table to see if he'd crack and peek again, but his eyes wandered to the colorfully dressed racca next to him, although that was likely ill-advised. The color of the shirt really worked well against her grey and white fur, and the capris she wore complimented every single subtle curve she had. Malla shifted in place and diverted his eyes again. Anywhere. Cards. Cards were good to stare at.

"Hey Malla!" Yana yelled out. "Records say you graduated with honors. That true?"

Malla looked up. "Top of my class, s-, er, Captain."

"That right? Must have spent all your time studying and in sims to pull that off."

"Yes ma'am."

"Unless you're some admiral's son, and I should be saluting you in case your father comes along behind you?"

Malla smiled, picked up his cards, and keept his eyes on the level. "No ma'am. Mom and Dad run a restaurant."

Lana cheered out. "Dinner's on the kid next shore leave!"

Ruby leaned in towards Malla, her chest pressed to the top of the table, nearly sending it toppling over if it hadn't been for multiple hands suddenly reaching out to hold it down. "What kind? My brother runs a small pastry shop, inherited it from our grandad."

Malla could not help himself, staring for a split moment down Ruby's deep cleavage.. Urso ran large to begin with, and Ruby was no exception. Muscle and padding abounded on her ursine features, and with her height, she was imposing, to say the least. Her chocolate brown fur was well-kept, though her red hair was a wiry affair, framing her cherubic face and hazel eyes nicely.

"Uh, it's just a cafeteria, really. Mom's really good at cooking Breston food...so lots of stews and the like."

Ruby sat up with a bounce. The tide of hands holding the table in place receded. "Excellent! I'm from Breston. I'll definitely have to come over for dinner."

Malla swallowed. "S-sure. She'd like that. I don't bring a lot of company to the restaurant, really..."

"Not even your academy friends?"

"No, I was too busy."

Yana reached over and nudged Mini, causing her to squeak out. "Better watch out for him. The quiet ones are the ones to look out for. Get them out of school, and it's no-holds barred until you find them face down in a ditch, passed out drunk, pants around their ankles."

Mini laughed and nudged Yana back. "Somehow, I don't think that's going to be a problem. But, I'll take it under advisement." She picked up her cards and looked them over. "Alright. Let's up the ante a little. First one starkers save for the cap has to streak the mess, and return every salute given."

Elian put his cards on the table. "I'm out. Too rich for my blood."

"What, I would have thought flashing people was up your alley..." Yana ribbed Elian teasingly.

"What? No. God. One time, okay? One time does not a streak make. Pardon the pun."

Mini pouted, sticking her bottom lip out. "Fiiine. Any more of you cowards?"

"Says the girl in all her clothing..." rumbled Rally.

"Sore. Just means you have to work all the harder to bring me down!"

Malla looked his cards over. No amount of good news to be had in them. It was a loser of a hand. He placed a bet, and even after a card swap with Yana, he wasn't feeling lucky. He looked across the table and saw Yana fold out. He swallowed and swapped one more card out from the pool. A little better. Not great, but... he felt a warmth creep over him, and then realized that he'd been staring at Mini as she twirled one of her lengthy braids around in a hand, feet pulled up onto her chair and petite toes turned inwards towards each other, her toenails painted shiny red. Her toes wiggled in place, and she would bounce from time to time, unable to hold back her emotion at getting a good hand. Malla squirmed in place and stealthily reached down, adjusting the front of his slacks underneath the table.

Rally was seemingly less interested in the game, and more interested in trading glances with Ruby, whom had been sitting back and idly fingering along the vee of her top while looking at the lapin. He'd not bothered to swap out a single card this hand. It was terribly foolish, Malla thought.

Another card swap and his fortunes were looking up; A card he'd gotten from Mini had given him what was a likely winning hand. Relaxation might have been at hand were it not for Mini unbuttoning her shirt.

Malla kept his eyes low and just barely over the tops of his own cards, watching curiously as Mini finished unbuttoning that colorful shirt; just enough for him to catch a stolen glance at her bare chest. She didn't possess a traditional bustline, but the reaction her bare swells caused in Malla was more than he could hide, the surreptitious glance at the white fur along her chest and two small breasts capped by black nipples made his ears burn, and his cheeks flush hot.

He clearly felt his cock stir, that familiar tingle and stir against fabric as his tip creeped up, brushing along the insides of his boxers. He tried to focus on his cards...it was too easy to peek over, still; the temptation was proving inescapable. He felt his length press outwards against his slacks. If he lost this round, it would be worse than a streak. He averted his eyes across the other side of the table. Yana was reclined back, hands folded confidently behind her head; her bare breasts out in the open, the mus having fat, pink nipples that were standing up in cool air. He bit the inside of his cheek; he felt as if his cock might just jump out of his pants at any moment. The cards. Look at the cards. Malla shifted uncomfortably in his seat and tried to will himself back down, catching another peek at Mini as she adjusted her shirt, thankful when she started to tie it up under her chest

"Alright, everyone. Show what you got." Mini called out.

All laid their cards out on the table, and after a moment, Rally spoke up. "Well shit. Malla, I thought for sure you had nothing! How'd you get a winning hand?"

Malla shrugged. "The card I got from Mini."

Yana stood up quickly, the alcohol going straight to her head and nearly making her fall over. "Y'see? I fuckin' knew it, that ringtailed little cheat! Gives her winning card up!" She laughed and leaned over, giving Mini a kiss to the cheek, then regarding Rally. "Alright, you. By my count, that makes you the lucky winner..er...loser...strip, son. That's an order."

Rally sighed with resign and looked to Malla. "I could have sworn by the blush on your cheeks you had nothing. You have the worst face for cards." He stood up and hesitantly hooked his thumbs into his boxers. He paused before shucking his boxers down his athletic legs and letting them drop to the ground; the lapin already sported a half-hard pink shaft, and he performed a quick pirouette to show off a tight backside, spade tail turned up over the cheeks. Ruby let out a loud whistle.

"There. Y'happy?"

Mini thought it over. "Nope. deal's a deal. G'on. Sure you know where the mess is. If we don't hear hooting and hollering inside of a minute, we'll come after ya."

"You don't want to record it for posterity?"

"No need! Someone will undoubtedly take care of that!"

Rally groaned. "Hell of a first day...." He turned and edged himself past Ruby, whom delivered a slap to the lapin's bare ass, making him hop up and grin back at her.

"Just think of it as getting to know everyone, really well, really fast." Ruby grinned.

"Right. 'How do you do? Pleased to make your acquaintance! Sorry, didn't mean to point!" Rally grumbled again and eased his way into the doorway, looking both ways and then sprinting down the hall.

Lana shook her head. "Remind me not to play cards with you nuts again. At least not with the brat." She pointed at Mini with a smile, causing her to affect her most innocent expression, which might have only fooled the most gullible among them.

Malla took up the cards to deal, in time to hear a thunderous cheer and hollering from down the corridor. Mini smiled over at him and gave a wink. His ears and cheeks lit again, and he quickly crossed his legs.

He was still achingly hard, and his new position did absolutely nothing to help alleviate that fact. His mind was racing, and he could barely deal the cards at all, keeping his eyes away from her as much as he could. He shifted in his seat to get a bit more room inside of his pants, but felt his tip pressing up firmly along the inside of those slacks.

The next hand didn't go so well for Malla as the last. He was down from the start, and the card swaps that treated him so well last time ended up working to his great disadvantage this time. Everyone was still in. Yana had a winning look on her face. Ruby was paying more attention to the hollering down the hall than she was to the game, and had scarcely swapped out a card before folding.

"I'm going to go check on the new kid."Ruby announced.

"Mmm-hmmmn..." Yana was busy studying her cards, but her expression belied her disbelief.

"Don't want him to be too traumatized his first day out." Ruby stood up and grabbed her clothing, brushing past Malla and giving one of his ears a caress with her fingers. "Want to help me go after him?"

Malla nearly jumped in his seat, his ears perking right up into that caress. It was pleasurable even in a casual setting, and with him on edge, it was now electrifying. He throbbed and let out a little whine before composing himself.

"Ah-ahem. No, I know him pretty well. He's probably laughing it up and showing off about now."

"All the more reason to go check in on him, then!" Ruby laughed.

"Don't break him, Ruby." Yana peered up from behind her cards.

Ruby feigned a shocked and appalled expression, then leaned in as Mini tugged her down to whisper something into her ear which made the big ursine smile widely. She nodded and slipped out of the ready room, walking down the hall towards the mess while putting her shirt back on.

"Lucky kid" Elian muttered.

Mini tossed a chip over at him. "You're just sore."

"That's not exactly the term I'd use, but..."

Mini stuck her tongue out at him and then slammed her cards onto the table. "Alright. Let's see what everyone's got."

All the players but Malla put their cards onto the table, and he rapidly learned that he was the loser of the hand. His blush spread out again, and his ears lit up. He placed his cards onto the table.

"Ooooh! Now I see what Rally was talking about....you get a bad hand, and your face and ears go red like the sun, don't they?" Mini giggled and nudged him.

"Y-Yeah, guess so...I was never good at cards."

"Well, you're apparently good at shedding clothing, at least. Go on."

"My cap doesn't count?"

"Nope, you might need that to get back to your bunk."

"What? Couldn't I just...get dressed here?"

"Not the way you're playing! Second one out has to walk the walk of shame. That's the rules."

Malla groaned. He hooked his thumbs into his slacks and pushed them downwards, hoping it wasn't too terribly obvious that he'd been sporting this entire time.

"No need to salute, soldier." Yana snickered under her breath.

"Aw, Yana, be nice. You remember what academy was like?" Mini giggled, herself, peeking down.

If Malla's ears could have lit on fire, they would have. His boxers were plainly tented out, and he was quick to lose the slacks and then sit back down, hands over his lap. Mini leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"No one is going to hold that against you." Mini nodded.

"She might want you to hold it against her, however." Elian grinned and dodged an empty cup thrown at him. Malla blushed even hotter.

Lana smiled, tail curled over her lap, and fingers tracing the rim of a cup. "Pot, Kettle...."

"Shut it." Yana snapped back.

Mini giggled and whistled. "Come on, deal the next hand."

Malla's heart was racing, and no matter how much he tried to calm down, he absolutely couldn't. No matter his embarrassment, he was aching hard, and knew for certain that he was starting to get the front of his boxers wet about his tip. His toes curled as the cards were dealt. This hand looked better. He swapped a card with Elian, and another with Yana. Yes. This looked good. He probably wouldn't win, but at least he'd not have to lose the boxers, too. Lana folded.

Of course, that might have been the case if Yana hadn't been holding a high card. Even Elian was rather smug with his performance. Malla squirmed in his seat. How in the hell did he get talked into this? He'd have Rally's hide at the very least. Mini laid her cards down, then looked over to Malla. He should have folded. He wanted to hide. He put his cards down and then stood up. Yana whistled and nudged Mini.

"You need to teach these boys to play better cards."

"Ooooh, was I supposed to warn them that they were playing with a bunch of recon rats that had nothing better to do than play cards for hours on end?" Mini feigned innocence.

"Probably, but I won't argue with the results."

Mini turned to Malla. "Alright. Lose 'em."

Malla hesitated. He thumbed along his waistband and pushed down, wincing some as the band of them caught along the oversensitive tip of his erection. He pulled the band outwards and then pushed down, leaving himself quite bare in front of the entire table, his pale pink length standing at attention, furry balls underneath, drawn up tight. Both Elian and Yana stood, and saluted, with a snort between them.

"You guys are awful!" Mini pushed at Yana, then peeked back at Malla, who was trying his best to twist and hide at least a bit of his arousal. "Still...." Mini snapped to attention and gave a little salute, then walked over to Malla, leaning in close.

Malla inhaled and cursed his own body. She was sweet and wonderfully clean-smelling. She leaned over him enough to get dangerously close, then grabbed the cap off his head, placing it right over his lap. As he went to grasp at the cap, she let her fingers slip from it, and brush along his length. He shivered, thought it an accident, but he was fairly sure he couldn't have been more on edge.

"Alright. Back to your bunk like this. Get dressed and come back here. We'll have another shot waiting for you when you get back." Mini turned him around and smacked him on the behind.

He let out a soft yelp, tail flying up and then curling about. He clutched the cap along his groin, and with a final look back to see Mini smiling widely and shooing him, edged out into the hall.

Mini watched Malla slip out into the hallway and cautiously disappear around a corner, mincing his way around. She giggled and turned back to the table, and Lana spoke up.

"You gonna tell them you've been rigging this game all along?"

"Oh, no. It's far more fun to keep them wondering why they always lose." Mini winked.

"Never seen someone so good at palming cards." Elian smiled at Mini and shook his head. "So can we start playing a straight game?"

Mini sat down and shuffled the cards. "Sure."

"Can I put my top back on, then?" Yana grumbled.

"Unless you need to air them out some more." Mini grinned, and started dealing.

Yana grabbed her top and slipped it back on with a grumble.

***

Malla had managed to make it down to his bunk with very few surprises, having to stop only a couple times to return a salute with one hand, keeping the cap over his groin with the other. By the time he'd gotten back to his bunk, he'd lost some of the edge that had built up, and at least wasn't running down the halls with an aching erection.

He reached down for the handle on the bulkhead door and gave it a good turn. No movement. He yanked again. Still nothing. Squeezing his cap between his legs to hold it there, he used both hands, trying to crank down on the large handle. Still to no avail. Panic set in, and he looked down the hall, then back at the door handle.

A small metallic blue bracelet had been placed over the handle and slid down towards the base of it. Rally. Malla groaned. Of course. He was probably in there with...someone...and didn't trust Malla to not barge in on him...again. He'd locked the bulkhead door. Malla lifted a hand to begin pounding on the door, then thought better of it. He sat with his back to the door, then stood at attention when a mus in navy overalls came walking down the hall, yawning and holding an electrician's toolbag in one hand. He spotted Malla, and laughed, stopping to salute him.

"Sir. Problems with you, uh, door, sir?"

Malla flushed and returned the salute weakly. "N-no. Just, uh..."

The black-furred mus stepped in closer and looked at the handle. "Oh. Locked from inside, is it. If you want, sir, I can open-"

"No, no, that will be fine. Thank you!" Malla was positively squirming in place.

"If you say so, sir. Have a, uh, good night, hmn? And sir?"

"Yes?"

"You might want to put on another layer, ship gets cold in the night cycle."

"I'll take that under advisement, thank yoooou." Malla shooed the engineer off, who left with a chuckle, shaking his head.

He wasn't sure what to do He was stuck not wanting to further enrage his copilot, but also didn't want to run all the way back to the ready room. Maybe he could sneak into one of the supply closets, at least find some sort of clothing...

He'd nearly made up his mind to make a sprint down the hall when he saw another shadow make its way around the corner. He steeled himself, then saw who it was. Mini apparently had decided to come check up on him when he didn't come back. She giggled when she saw him outside the bunk, cap clutched against himself, and looking rather distraught.

"Took you that long to get down here? I thought you'd gotten lost. Sort of hoping on it, really, but..." Mini giggled, coming to a stop in front of him, hand on her hip. Her scent hit him again.

"I..uh...no, sir. Uh, M-Mini. The door is...."

Mini craned about to look at the door. "Oooh. Occupied. That's unfortunate."

"Very."

"Shouldn't you knock?"

"Should. Won't. Long story."

"Hm. Well, it's not fair to leave you sitting out here, is it?" Mini rubbed her hands together in thought. "Come on, then. I keep a couple spare flight suits in my ship's locker. You're not that much bigger than me, they should fit."

"M-Ma'am? Wouldn't we just go back..."

"Nope, Dinner just let out, you see. So unless you want to salute a couple dozen airmen on the way..."

Malla swallowed. "Lead on, then...."

Mini smiled and led him down the hallway, her tail swinging around behind her again. He knew that he'd have to take one of the longest showers of his life after this entire event, and cursed his own body for starting to react to the sight of her backside, an act of betrayal that he couldn't well handle again. He felt every step. The hangar was a bit further than the ready room, and very empty this time of night. Mini guided him up to her Platform ship, which sat firmly on the deck, its railgun pointed outwards.

Mini opened up the hatch and stepped aside. "After you."

He stepped in, letting out a squeak when he felt a pinch along his backside. He looked back at her, and she just simply shrugged with a wink.

"Go ahead and grab one out of the locker."

"Thanks...I appreciate it."

"No worries, least I could do..." Mini smiled.

Malla turned, and took two steps to the locker that was embedded into the floor of the ship. He'd just twisted the latch mechanism open when he heard the ship's hatch close behind him. Assuming Mini had closed it to give him some privacy, he opened the locker and dug around in it. Rations, first aid kit, a multitude of tools, a large stuffed toy in the shape of...he didn't know exactly what it was..some sort of quadruped with a stripe down its back... He couldn't find any overalls. He stood up and turned around.

There she was. Mini hadn't given him privacy. She'd stepped in and closed the hatch. Not only that, but she'd untied her shirt again, letting it hang loosely off her shoulders, her chest bared to him. She was wearing a big smile, and dangling his shorts from one of her hands. His shaft surged, and he nearly dropped his cap from around his groin, hands scrambling to catch it.

"Okay, I lied." Mini smiled. "Can you forgive me?" She twirled his shorts with a finger.

"I...uh...ma'am...?"

"Oh shush with that. You've been tense and on edge since you got here." She tossed his shorts up towards the cockpit, and they landed on a control panel.

"I...it's just so different than what I'm used to, you know."

Mini shrugged her shirt off. "I'm only a few months out from it, myself. We all know. This is a new crew, for the most part."

Malla watched raptly. Mini had slender shoulders, and light grey fur along her chest and tight belly. Her breasts were small, and capped by thick, ebony nipples that were standing erect. His nose twitched, and in the confines of the ship, he could not only scent himself, but picked up on Mini's sweet scents as well, and it made his head spin. His grip on his cap loosened.

"You know, you're terribly cute. If you hadn't been the grand whatever-atorian in your class, I bet you'd have found out just how cute your classmates thought you were." Mini's teeth shone from that dark-furred muzzle, and her violet eyes stared right at him.

Malla started, his gaze unwavering. Was this really happening? He wasn't sure, still. He'd been tricked, teased up, and left on edge all day. When Mini's black fingers started to unfasten her pants and then push them down, he drew in a sharp breath, dropping his cap to the decking as she shifted her hips side to side.

"Just so you know, you're pretty obvious when you're checking a girl out. Not as obvious as Rally, but..."

"I...uh....didn't mean..."

"Well, I don't mind, and if it wasn't apparent, you're not alone."

Mini shuffled her pants down, the fabric sliding down her slight hips and slender thighs. Her light grey fur continued down her body, until meeting with dark, short fur between her thighs that framed the plump, ebony lips of her sex expertly, the racca trimmed and maintained for just that effect. She stepped out of her clothing, and Malla skipped a breath. His arousal hit a peak inside him as suddenly he found himself in close quarters with her, the both of them naked, and the both of them looking each other over.

She stepped forwards, and he took a half step to meet her, shakily resting his hands atop her hips as she pressed in close, eliciting a groan from Malla as her trim belly pressed in against his naked, pink shaft. Her delicate, nimble fingers slid back along his body, caressing his back and then down to his rear, making his pink tail twitch about. He returned the gesture, feeling the ends of her twin braids along the middle of her back. His hands travelled down her spine, and spread out along her bubbly rearend. He was nearly shaking, and it was everything he could do to not crudely hunch up against her belly. She wasn't too much shorter than him, and he could feel the heat from her sex near him.

Mini smiled and rubbed her muzzle to Malla's. "You can say no."

"I won't." Malla felt his nervousness start to melt.

"I didn't think so." She kissed him on the lips.

His arms tightened around her, and he deepened the kiss. He wasn't shaking anymore, but the urge to let his hands just caress over her naked body was too much to ignore. Her fur was soft and well-kept, and he could not help himself, drawing his fingers through it, exploring her subtle curves and slight frame. Her hands were busy exploring up along his back, clutching him close to her, nipples pressed tight to his chest. She let out a little whine once his hands caressed back along her backside, lifting her hips upwards some to nudge in against him.

He was aching again, his shaft stiff as he could have ever gotten, his tip lightly poking into the thin fur around her navel, leaving a light streak of his pre along her fur. She took a half step back and looked down, reaching to caress her ebon furred hand along his length. His cock jumped into the tease, and for a moment, he was afraid that he might just lose it right then and there. He nuzzled into her ears and moaned quietly, arching into the black hand that wrapped about him, stroking along his turgid, pink shaft, spreading a bit of his pre along it.

"Ahn! Nnn..c-careful. I'm a bit..uh..."

"Pent up?" Mini giggled.

"Yeah."

"That's okay. I'll take it as a compliment?" Mini caressed one hand along his jawline as the other squeezed along the base of his shaft, causing him to moan out again and arch longingly into the sensation, his back clenching tight.

She was warm, soft, and Malla could not help himself but dip his nose in along the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, drinking her in as his hands caressed along her tight rear end. His senses swam, and he let his fingers dip down along her rounded rear, gingerly slipping up underneath until his fingertips just grazed along the back of that ebony pussy of hers, nudging the flesh back and forth. She let out a husky moan into his ear, making him blush all the hotter, and slip his finger in along that simmering, inky crevice of hers, just slowly teasing his fingertip along the plump, pouting lips, feeling a wetness start to greet his fingers.

Mini's arms clutched tight around him, fingers digging in along his back as she squeezed him against her, letting his shaft press in along her belly. She arched her hips, soaking in the teasing, light caress of those fingertips along her slickening lips. A shudder coursed through her, followed by a hot flush and a moan when he dipped those slender fingers deeper in. She nuzzled into his neck, and felt the hunch of his hips against hers, driving that stiff shaft of his against her, letting her feel just how stiff his modest length had become. She caught her bottom lip and then draw back, watching him.

"Unh...I...is there..." Malla was a bit concerned, drawn out from blind lust for a moment.

"No...not at all." Mini smiled and then leaned over, digging about in the open locker and pulling out a couple blankets from a survival kit, arranging them onto the deck of the ship. She took Malla by both hands and sat down, pulling him with her. She was able to wrap both her arms and legs about him, pulling his body warmly against hers. He gasped out and felt his shaft brush along the backs of her thighs, prodding the soft flesh as he kissed along her chest, eagerly taking those hard nipples into his mouth, suckling and tugging at them warmly, making the her whine and arch into the sensation.

Malla swallowed as he looked up at Mini, then reached downwards with a hand, in between both of their bodies to nudge his erection downwards. His hips shifted, and he gasped out again as he lightly nudged along the top of her sex, and with another shift, he eased forwards and let out a long moan, joined by a sharp gasp and shudder from her.

She was terribly hot, and he thought he might lose himself again so soon, his pale pink cock gliding easily in between those dark lips, spreading them open around his modest girth. He sound himself soon seated completely, his soft-furred balls resting against her rear end, his shaft twitching rapidly inside of her hot grip. She locked her legs behind his rear and kissed along his ears, sending them into a twitch, and Malla's hips into an urgent buck against her.

"Unh..s-slow...just relax....calm down..." She was kissing his ears and stroking behind them with her fingers, her locked legs keeping him from moving. He panted out through his nose, hands caressing along her sides, clutching now and again as he tried to will back. The remained in each other's embrace for a moment.

Eventually, Mini eased up, loosening her legs from around him. With a long, drawn-in breath, he drew his hips back in a short movement, then eased himself back forwards, She caressed along his ears, then started to rock her hips into him as well, the both of them settling into a slow, smooth motion with each other. He was content to lose himself in her scent and heat, caressing his muzzle along her nearly flat chest, listening to the soft whines and gasps that the both of them gave. Her hands clutched at his arms now and again, her body arched to his, welcoming Malla into her depth.

A long day and frustrating evening were playing a number on Malla's reserve, and he could think of nothing more that he wanted at this moment than to be with Mini, deep inside and around her, rubbing up against her frame and just entangling every part of himself with her. He was, however, finding it increasingly hard to ignore the urgent signs that he wasn't going to last long. His movements became faster, and she moved to meet him, the wet sounds of their sex filling their ears, and his moans picked up in frequency, his velvet-soft balls pulling upwards.

Mini squirmed and rolled underneath Malla, her lithe body bouncing as his hips met her lap. She gazed up at him, seeing his flushed ears and reddened face as he moved with her. Her thighs squeezed about his hips encouragingly, and her sex just clutched hotly about his length. He whined out and shuddered, then drew his hips all the way back, his shaft slipping from her grip with a wet, visceral sound. Before she could protest much, he was kissing her, picking her up by her bottom. She latched her arms around his chest, and found herself laid down on the pilot's seat, which was folded back flat, and made a nice bed for sleeping. Or screwing, as the case might be.

Malla's hands grasped Mini's legs behind the knees, and she felt her legs being pushed upwards and held apart, her aroused pussy on display to him, the mus' pink shaft shiny and wet with her slickness. He looked down at her naked body and smiled, nuzzling at one of her ankles before lining himself up to her sex, slipping inwards again in one smooth motion.

Malla didn't want to waste any time. He knew that he was going to come quick, and no matter what he did was going to prevent that now. He held on to her legs and, from a standing position, started in on a hard rhythm that he kept up as much as his little body could take. His hips smartly smacked against Mini's tight rear end, and his full, aching balls of his just roiled underneath him.

He eagerly watched her gasp and howl out, twisting around and reaching upwards to grasp onto any part of the cockpit above her that had purchase; hands flailing blindly against a switch panel blindly until she got two handholds. His eyes roamed over her delicate body, watching her small chest heave as she breathed, her tight belly clench as she pushed back into the fevered, hard thrusts. He could see, quite clearly, how his eager pale shaft was tugging and pushing on those dark, nearly sloppily slick lips of hers. Her hips twisted about, making his tip grind and roll along her sensitive insides, nudging just behind her entrance and gliding in deeply, the both of them moaning out with a sort of wonderful agony.

Malla felt himself tense, felt that familiar ache along his shaft, a pulsing ache that built towards the tip. His hands cinched about her legs, pushing them forwards slightly as his efforts redoubled, jaw hung slack in a slow moan. Mini's head arched back along the seat, hands grasping the cockpit handles tightly as his thrusts bounced her down, pinning her into the chair. She shuddered and twisted about him, and her muscles clenched down, a gripping throb about him that finally set him off.

Malla arched forwards once more and seated himself in that last moment, moaning out as he finally met release, pulsing some of his thick seed into her. A second squeeze of her muscles, and he howled out, drawing back for another thrust forwards...too much, as his length slipped out from her depth, and his pink length laid and throbbed atop her mons.

Mini grasped and whined out when she felt Malla slip out, looking up to see what had happened, only to get a splash of his seed across her muzzle. Malla was shuddering over her, and that shiny, pink cock of his was pulsing his seed out along her belly and chest, a copious amount of pearly spunk just making a right mess of her fur, dribbling back along his shaft to her mound as well. She giggled to herself, then shivered and laid back again, panting out as her body twitched.

Malla shuddered and hunched forwards, just gently rolling the base of his shaft and balls along her slippery mound. He positively ached by now, but he felt a warm satisfaction roll over him as he calmed down. His hands relaxed against her thighs, and with a final shudder, he opened his eyes.

"Oooh god..unnh...s-sorry..got carried away..."

Mini was rolling her hips back and forth, and a silly grin was on her lips. "Uh-huh. Y'sure did.....don't mind, though." Her toes wiggled and flexed in the air next to Malla's ears.

"Unnh..wow...that was....uh....uhm..."

Mini looked up. "What? Something wrong?"

"I..uh...what's the flashing green light?"

Mini cleared her head, and looked up. A small green had been flashing on an overhead console where she'd hit it with her hand earlier. She blushed.

"Uh. Just the communications array."

"Does...'XMIT' mean what I think it does?"

"Yeah."

"Audio or V-"

"Video"

Malla gulped. Mini tossed her head back and looked around, finding where the little camera in the cockpit was. While it was normally aimed towards the pilot's face, it now had a clear shot of the two of them, what with Mini's naked body laid out, legs up, and Malla's spent shaft just twitching as it was laid across her mound. She smiled widely and waved to the camera, then reached up to flick the panel off, extinguishing the light.

"No biggie. It's late. Probably just gave some of the comm personnel something to go home with tonight."

"Mortification isn't exactly a strong enough word for what I feel right now."

Mini giggled and smiled up at Malla. "Oh come on. I'm sure you feel something else."

A squirm of his hips and a blush across his cheeks indicated that Malla did, indeed, feel more.

"See? Now c'mere and give me a kiss and keep me warm."

"You have a towel, sir?"

"Oh shut up, Lieutenant."

***

Malla's head hurt badly. While no stranger to a hangover, this was a special sort of pain that only high-test illicit alcohol could cause. He'd stayed with Mini for a while longer, the two of them sharing each other, drinking more of the moonshine, and laughing into the wee hours of the morning. He'd snuck back to his bunk and gotten the door open this time, slipping under the covers in the dark to sleep it off.

He sat up in his bunk and let out a pained groan, rubbing at the bridge of his muzzle as his vision swam. He looked at the clock above the door. Morning. Barely. Maybe he could get a few more minutes of sleep.

A deep, soft rumble that sounded like an internal combustion engine made one of his ears perk up. He rubbed at his eyes and squinted at where the sound was coming from. It came from Rally's bunk, and there Rally was...neatly flopped out atop Ruby's naked, chubby, brown-furred form. He was fully a foot and a half shorter, his arms wrapped about her heavyset chest, one hand resting atop an ebony-nippled breast. The both of them were passed out, and Ruby's snore picked up in intensity, her big, boxy muzzle turned to the side. Malla could have sworn she was drooling.

"No more sleep in this racket." Malla spoke to himself, quietly.

He stood up, gathering his clothing. Perhaps he could catch breakfast at the mess. Along with a few dark teas to wake him up. He got dressed, then tiptoed silently to the door, pausing to look back at Rally and Ruby, and in a moment of clarity, propped the door open before walking down the hall. A group of airmen he met further down the hall were more than happy to hear he might have left some booze on the table in his bunk that they were more than welcome to. He even left the door open for them.

***

Malla had finished his first training run with Mini, learning about the Platform's navigation and propulsion systems. He was excited as ever to get behind the stick of the real deal, and found that the experience was even better than he'd thought. He'd be put on the flight board today, but flying solo missions in a week. It was exhilarating.

Malla decided to stop by the ready room, eager to see his name up on the board. He nearly bounced into the room, and saw Rally and Elian already in the room. Rally smiled and nudged him.

"Have a good flight today? I heard you took to it like a total natural."

Malla nodded. "It was a lot of fun. I think I'll get the hang of the real thing easy."

Elian snorted. "Got the hang of a few things, we noticed."

"What's that mean?"

Rally snickered and just smiled. Malla was confused. Elian put his nose back into the manual he was reading. Malla furrowed his brow, then walked to the flightboard. He glanced it over, and his ears flushed red. Right at the bottom, newly written in, was his name and...callsign. "Lt. Malla Irza. - 'Moneyshot'" He felt himself flush.

Rally laughed. "You didn't think broadcasting your indiscretions to the entire ship would go unnoticed?"

"No! But...that's not funny."

"Oh...Oh, I think it's plenty funny." Elian commented, not even looking up.

Rally grinned and punched Malla in the shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm sure no one recorded it."

Malla grumbled and reached out to erase his name to correct it.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you." Elian looked up at him and smiled.

"Why not?"

A female voice spoke up behind him. "Because it might make your CO mad, Moneyshot. And would wouldn't want that, would you?" It was Yana.

Malla swallowed and turned, standing at attention. "No Sir."

"Good. Besides, we took a vote. I had to go back and review the evidence, anyways."

Malla cringed. "E-Evidence?"

"What, you think no one recorded that?" Yana smiled and tapped Malla on the nose. "At ease.

Malla relaxed, grumbling at his name on the board. Yana sat herself down heavily in a chair, just as Mini walked in to a whistle from Elian, eliciting a rude gesture and cute smile from her.

"So...what's the stakes tonight?" Yana pulled out a deck of cards, shuffling through them.

"Cleanup duty in Mini's ship?" Elian offered.

Mini pushed Elian clear out of his chair and took it over. "How about something embarrassing, since you all are getting a giggle at poor Malla's expense? Say, straddle one of the long range mass cannons on my Platform ship, naked, and sing the Commonwealth Anthem at full volume."

Elian snorted. "Evil bitch. I'm in."

Yana groaned. "Fine. But give me a few days before you cash that in, OK? I'm going to have the brass riding my ass for a week because of you two."

Mini giggled. "Fine." She looked to Rally and Malla. "You two in?"

Rally nodded. "Sure!"

Against his better judgement, Malla nodded. "If I win, can I get my old callsign back?"

"Not a chance, Moneyshot." Yana smiled.

"Sigh." Malla rubbed at the bridge of his muzzle as Yana dealt the cards.