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The buzzing of the alarm clock woke Tessa from a vaguely pornographic dream-- though as soon as she opened her eyes, she couldn't remember the details.

"Nnnh. Probably for the better." She muttered to herself, and reached out with clawed fingertips to turn the clock off. The green-scaled dragoness stretched herself out as best she could in her small cabin. She at least had enough room to straighten herself out from nose to tail, if just barely. Such space was at a luxury on an out of the way station like this one. She mused she was lucky she wasn't born with wings- avian dragons were known to be ridiculously claustrophobic.

Tessa rolled her neck and rubbed at her eyes as she brought herself back to consciousness. As much as she would have loved to sleep, her shift was coming up, and she would've preferred to spend the next several hours in a state of some cleanliness.

She slid out of the T-shirt and panties she'd slept in, and threw them into her bordering-on-overflowing laundry bag. Tessa ran her palms over her nude, lithe body, and surpressed a shiver. Whatever she'd been dreaming about ... well, it must've been something. While her nipples stiffened in the cool air, she felt another kind of warmth rising insistently from between her legs. The dragoness lashed her tail in frustration, and bit at her lower lip as she looked at the time on her clock.

Not enough time. Not nearly by far.

"Right. Shower." She said, and grabbed a towel and her shower kit from a shelf by the door. She neatly wrapped herself in the fluffy terrycloth, taking care to keep her tail held low so as not to flash her scaly butt at anybody. While she might've had the luxury of a private cabin, Tessa still had to use the same shower facilities as everyone else. Not that there were many other folks to worry about- as others contracts had expired, The Company hadn't bothered replacing them, instead running Asteroid Processing Station #448 with an increasingly shrinking skeleton crew. Something about the the overproduction of vibrasteel in the People's United Systems of the Core, her friend Todd had said.

Honestly, with the way things were, Tessa could've probably walked all the way to the showers completely nude, and nobody would be the wiser. It was only down the hall and around a corner ... Tessa shook her head again, dispelling the residual naughty thoughts from whatever she'd been dreaming about. She was a professional, dammit.

And right now, being professional meant being on time, and not smelling gross. She pulled her towel tighter around herself, and set out to the showers. Thankfully (if unsurprisingly), nobody else was using them at the time. She unwrapped herself, and then stepped into the head's single shower stall, sliding the door closed behind her. A quick turn of the knob turned the water on, and soon a gloriously warm spray of water cascaded over Tessa's emerald scales. She squeezed a dab of soap into her palm, and then began to lather herself up. The feeling of soft, smooth soap gliding over her scales sent delicious electric shocks running through her body. Tessa's tail swayed back and forth, thumping into the sides of the shower stall under its own accord.

"Mmmmh. Fuck it." She said, and ran her hands down over herself once again. "It's just ... multitasking, right?" She shivered a bit, and then braced herself with one hand on the shower wall. She rinsed the soap off her other hand, and then slid it down between her breasts, over her belly ... and to her needy pussy.

She was still wet and heated from the night before; Tessa curled her middle finger into herself with barely any resistance at all. The slick walls of her sex readily accepted that probing finger, and soon Tessa started grinding herself against her own hand, needily plunging fingers into her wet, swelling pussy. She added a second finger to the first, and then cupped her palm over her sex, grinding her swelling clit against her hand.

Tessa moaned louder, and leaned forward, her generous tits mashed up against the cool ceramic of the shower wall. Water streamed down the the soft, long spikes that formed her crest, and flowed over her spine. She hiked her tail, and spread her legs as best she could in the close confines of the shower stall. As she worked her own fingers in and out of herself, she imagined a warm cock, or even a toy, wielded by an enthusiastic lover ... or lovers. Her heart beat faster, and faster still, until she finally felt her pussy clench down on her questing fingers as she rode out a short but thorough orgasm.

"Fuck." Tessa murmured, and finally regained her breath. She twitched a little as she pulled her fingers out of herself. Her clawed toes scratched at the shower stall's floor as she curled her toes, savoring the afterglow. For a tantalizingly long moment, Tessa considered indulging herself further ... but she still had work to do. She twisted the shower knob in the opposite direction, and the water immediately switched to a sobering blast of cold, cold water. Tessa forced herself to stay underneath the chill spray until all thoughts of self indulgence were forgotten- and then about thirty seconds more after that.

She shivered (and not in a pleasant way) and then turned the shower off, stepping out to towel off and collect her things. She pulled the towel around herself, and hurried back to her room ...

Where a fox was waiting.

"Todd!" Tessa hissed, mood significantly worsened by the shower. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you." He sat at the only chair in Tessa's cabin, at her computer terminal. Todd was shorter than Tessa- but then again, most people were. He wore a baggy set of duty overalls, though he'd slid out of the top half and tied it around his waist, revealing the black T-shirt with a "MINERS DO IT DEEPER" slogan emblazoned on it.

"I'm naked."

"Technically, you're wearing a towel. Unless you'd like to take it off ... ?"

"Technically, I should kick your ass."

"Oh, c'mon! It's not like you haven't seen _me_naked before."

"That's because you take off your pants whenever you get drunk."

"Which is often." Todd said, proudly.

"Cut the crap, Todd. I need to be on shift in--" Tessa glanced at her clock, and gritted her teeth. "--seven minutes, and so do you."

"Actually, that's what I came to talk to you about."

"What?"

Todd turned to Tessa's terminal screen and danced his fingers over the keyboard. "New orders. Company's shutting this rustbucket down for good. I wanted to catch you before you went all the way to your station without having to."

"Wait, so that's it? We're fired?"

"Ha! Not quite. See, the Company's doing this legally, so they're buying out everyone's contracts. Which, for folks who have been around as long as you and I, comes up to _quite_an amount. Check it out." He brought up the memo on Tessa's screen. Her blue eyes scanned the letter, and the number of zeroes at the end of the figure was enough to make her forget she was wearing just a towel.

"Holy shit."

"That was pretty much my reaction." Todd grinned, showing off his pearly white canines.

"So ... now what?"

"Now," Todd sprung to his feet, "I'm going to let you get dressed, and then I'm getting packed. The first couple of transports are shipping out in a couple hours."

"Where to?"

"There's one heading to Reprise, that resort planet. Or another one's going straight to Capitol--"

"Really?" Tessa said. "Capitol's got some of the best museums in the whole galaxy."

"And the best nightlife, I hear." Todd winked. "Third transport's going to Chapman ... isn't that where you're from?"

"I've ... got family there." Tessa admitted. "Haven't been back in awhile, though."

"Well hey, just let me know where you want to go, and I'll make sure we get reservations."

Tessa arched a brow. "We?"

"Of course! You know me, Tessa. Foot loose, fancy free. Besides, if I didn't tag along with you, you'd just get back to work and be boring. And you are _entirely_too interesting a woman for that." He headed for the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd better get packed. Unless you'd care to ... celebrate?" The brush of his white-tipped tail swayed playfully.

For a moment, Tessa even considered it.

"Out." She said, and pointed.

"Fine, fine. But let me know about the transport, so I can make sure we get good seats!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

And we're off! Please, post in the comments of what direction you'd like the story to go in! Right now, the choices are:

1. Respite, the resort-planet.
2. Capitol, the happening city-planet.
3. Chapman, Tessa's home planet.

_I'll leave voting open for a few days, and then crank out a chapter based on what people want to see! Stay tuned! _