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_This is part six of an ongoing story, and I reccomend reading the other parts first. _

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I woke up feeling content, naked, and sticky. I could feel something furry pressed against my side, and as I opened my eyes I saw what looked like a humanoid fox. He was sandwiched between me and another human, one with curly brown hair and caramel colored skin. I slowly remembered that the fox was named Ian, and that the human was named Nick. The previous night's debauchery wormed its way back into my mind, and I suddenly understood the numerous wet spots on both the mattress and the people lying on top of it.

I realized a fourth member of our merry little group was missing, and I wondered where she might have gone to. I didn't want to wake the others, so I slowly slid off the bed while gently removing my arm from Ian's grasp. He gave a few twitches and let out a small sigh, but otherwise stayed asleep. Next came the slow creep across the bedroom floor. Each rolling step was completely silent, and the two occupants of the bed were still out cold. Once I got to the door, I peeked out to find the fourth member of the foursome working in the kitchen.

She had her back to me, but her fluffy black and white fur wasn't exactly commonplace. Her bushy tail gave a few slight wags, and her ears swiveled slightly toward me. Her nude form was exquisite, slim but not without its curves. I could see her fur stuck out a bit more than usual, probably from drying it recently. As I looked on, she stuck out her shapely rear a bit as she leaned over to the coffee maker.

With dirty thoughts moving through my mind, I began creeping toward her. She kept on working, at the very least pretending not to notice me. I was afraid some slight noise might cause her to whirl on me, but the slight sounds I made were masked by the noise of her own task. As I was about to reach her she straightened up, then froze with her hands in front of her as if anticipating something. Suddenly I grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close and kissing her on the neck. “Hey Lucy."

“Hey Sam." She reached one paw up to the side of my head, then twisted around and kissed me on the cheek. “The others up yet?"

“Not yet. It's just you…" My hand snaked down her stomach as I ground against her rump. “...and me."

She took my exploring hand in one paw, guiding it down until it rested on her clit. She let out a small sigh as I began to rub at it, and my other hand began groping her breast. I trailed kisses down her neck, finishing by sucking on her shoulder as I slipped two fingers inside her. Her paw clutched my hair, pulling me close as I stroked the inside of her pussy.

“Is that my strap-on or are you just happy to see me?" I had gotten hard from grinding up against her, and I could feel the tip brushing against her vulva as she spread her legs. All of a sudden she turned around, grabbing both my wrists in the process. “C'mon, I just got cleaned up. Don't you want some breakfast first?"

“Mmmm...you sure you want to wait?" Despite her hesitation, I could see she was starting to get wet. My hands went back to her waist, and she hardly tried to stop me as I moved back to fingering her. She leaned back against the counter, and I was about to move my cock into position when I heard padding footsteps coming out of the bedroom.

“Hey, good morni-" Ian stopped in his tracks as Lucy and I both turned to look at him. “Oh, uh...sorry...don't stop on my account." He hesitantly walked backwards into the bathroom, closing the door as he entered.

I turned back to Lucy, trying to rekindle the lust with two fingers. However, she pushed my hand away before I got into it, stepping to the side towards the room service console on the wall. “You know, breakfast is sounding better by the minute." She opened up the breakfast menu, starting by punching in a plate of sausages for herself. She turned to me expectantly, raising one eyebrow at my expression of mock sadness.

“Pancakes for me, thanks."

I wandered over to the bathroom door, knocking twice before saying “Ian, whaddya want for breakfast?"

“Waffles, please!" His voice was muffled by the door, and a few moments later I heard the shower faucet turning on. I was about to go into the bedroom to wake Nick up when the door slid open.

“Just a small plate of eggs." I looked over to Lucy, who was dutifully punching in everyone's orders. Once she was done, she walked over to where her uniform was piled up and started getting dressed.

She pulled up her panties and pants first, before shrugging on her jacket. She left it mostly unbuttoned, though, showing off quite a bit of cleavage and slightly tempting me to rip it off her. While I waited for Ian to get finished in the shower, I grabbed some paper towels and wiped most of the juices off my crotch. Nick just flopped down on the couch buck naked, picking up the remote and scrolling through the channels on the TV. I got some of my own clothes back on, just enough to seem decent if anyone came by.

A few minutes later Ian came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, and Nick went in to take his own shower. I sat on the couch and continued looking for something to watch, scrolling past countless crappy sitcoms and lame game shows. Moments later Lucy sat down on my lap, turning her tablet on and making a small hmm noise. I looked over to see what had caught her interest, and saw two messages from one Leonard Jenkins. It took me a second to remember that he was the guy who was assigned to the outpost in our absence.

The first message read, “Hey, I think the tracking system is acting up or something, not sure how to reset it. It says there's a crap ton of signatures coming in from deep space, but I know that can't be right. If this has happened before, could you tell me how to fix it? Thanks!" The second simply said “help" in all lowercase letters. The messages had been sent over two days ago, which wasn't surprising given the lag on non-premium communication networks.

“Hmmm…wonder what that's supposed to mean? Maybe something went wrong?"

Lucy didn't seem to care. “Probably a prank or something. The station practically runs itself, and one guy stationed there alone is going to get real bored real fast. Besides, we're on leave, so it's not our problem."

Suddenly the doorbell buzzed, and Lucy shot up to go answer it. I saw her swing open the door, then lead in a young guy pushing a rickety cart. She brought him over to the kitchen counter, then helped lay out four plates.

The guy looked us all over, noticing that there was someone in the shower as well. “Seems kind of cramped, with four of you in one suite."

“Oh, we manage. Besides, Sam and I were only staying the one night."

The guy's gaze suddenly went to Ian's discarded clothes, and as he put two and two together he began to turn beet red. “Oh...I, uh...I see…" Once the breakfast was unloaded, he quickly maneuvered the cart out of the room and shut the door. Nick walked out of the bathroom, and we all took up various spots in the suite and wolfed down our food.

About forty minutes and a shuttle ride later, Lucy and I were back at our own suite. She had made sure to gather all of her “toys" beforehand, but I made her promise not to use any of them on me. She was laying back on the couch with her tablet in hand while I gave her feet a light massage. According to her she was looking for something to do, but given her previous actions I found it a bit suspicious. Suddenly she pulled her feet away from my hands and sat up, scooting next to me in order to show me something.

“The Aerospace Museum?" Space travel history wasn't exactly my cup of tea, and going to a museum certainly didn't seem like her kind of activity either. “You sure?"

“Yeah, it'll be fun. I'll get us tickets for around two-ish." She was already typing in the purchase, and before I could object further she had the digital tickets bought and saved.

“And I suppose you also have a plan for this morning?" She quickly caught on to my smirk, and reflected it with her own naughty gaze.

“Well, I suppose we could always make our own fun." She swung herself onto my lap, straddling my thighs. One of her paws went down to her zipper, and I began undoing the few buttons left on her jacket. I had it open and had just begun to suckle on her nipple when I heard a ding from behind me. She pushed herself back, her gaze fixated on the tablet held up behind me. I noticed my phone had vibrated too, and I pulled it out to find a message from Alliance central.

“ATTENTION: Sam Bringot and Lucy are to report to Alliance post B-126 for physical and psychological evaluation. Deadline for arrival is 10:45." The post was about thirty minutes away, assuming we could find a shuttle quickly. The time on my phone read 9:25. Perfect. Lucy must have seen the same message, as she tossed her tablet to the other side of the couch. I did the same, and we got back to business.

She shrugged off her jacket, tossing it aside as I continued sucking on her nipple. Her paws quickly dealt with her own pants, pushing them down and then pulling them off her legs. I pulled back a second to do the same to my own pants, kicking them off once they got past my knees. Lucy took me by the back of the head and pulled me close, pressing her mouth to mine. Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, exploring every inch of it and brushing against my own. I reached both hands down to her ass, reverently groping her cheeks and slightly pulling them apart. In response, she took my member in one hand and began stroking it through my underwear. Meanwhile, my fingers were sneaking their way between her legs and feeling around for her vulva. As soon as I touched them she leaned into me, raising her hips up to give me better access. I decided to reach back around to her front, and moved her panties aside before sticking one probing finger inside. She was already a tad wet, and the scooping motions I was making only made her slicker.

She quickly slid her panties all the way off before they could get soaked, then proceeded to do the same to my underwear. She pushed my hand aside before reaching down to grab my cock, rubbing precum up and down the shaft. Her other paw went to her pussy, and she spread the lips apart with two digits. Her whole body tensed as she lined up her hips, then relaxed as I entered her. She let out a long moan, lowering herself down onto me until I was in to the hilt.

I felt her squeezing as she started humping against me, slowly sliding up and down. Her nipples were sticking out from arousal, so I took one in my mouth while teasing the other with my hand. Her moans were music to my ears, increasing with intensity as she picked up speed. Her paws dug into my shoulders and pulled me close as attempted to anchor herself amid her perfect storm of pleasure. My hand that wasn't busy with her tit snuck down to her clit, and as I started rubbing she practically screamed.

Suddenly she froze, her whole body tensing up. She was almost paralyzed in the throes of her orgasm, muscles locked beyond her control. With my own release close at hand, I moved both my hands to her hips and began thrusting into her with animalistic savagery. She just knelt there and took it, unable to think as I jackhammered away at her pussy. With her contractions and my breakneck speed, it wasn't long until I was on the brink of cumming. With one last thrust, I drove myself deep inside her while pulling her hips downward. My seed went shooting into her womb, the hot juices pooling inside her. When I finally stopped, I could feel it leaking out onto my crotch and making one hell of a mess. Once I came back to my senses, I realized that we'd need to get cleaned up sooner rather than later. However, Lucy was still cum-stunned, hardly able to talk beyond a few slurred words. With my member still inside her, I picked her up and carried her to the shower with her legs reflexively hanging on to my hips. Only there did I finally pull out, and a mixture of my cum and her juices splattered onto the tiled floor.

I turned on the water, and the two of us began washing ourselves of our combined fluids. It took a little bit to get everything out of all the nooks and crannies, but we got cleaned up eventually. Once that was done, Lucy surprised me by pulling me into a hug. I hugged her back, and we just stood there for a moment under the running water. With her body pressed up against mine I could feel her heartbeat, still slightly elevated after her previous exertions. Her head nuzzled against my chest, and in response I began scratching behind one of her ears with one hand. She leaned into me more, and it was a few minutes before we pulled apart.

We then got out and began drying ourselves off. I was content using a towel, but Lucy had to use a hair dryer on her thick fur. I had just finished getting dressed when she stepped out of the shower, her fur all fluffy and warm. We made the most of it by cuddling on the couch, where the soft feel of her fur was complemented by the lavender fragrance of her shampoo. We were about to relax even further when a buzzing sound came from the corner of the couch. I looked over to see my phone's screen glowing, showing a single notification. It was a 45 minute warning for the appointment. We both grudgingly got up, and headed out the door to the nearest shuttle station.

We arrived about 10 minutes before the deadline to the sterile looking Alliance post. The sign was fairly lackluster, and from the windows we could see a hospital-like waiting room. There were plenty of cushioned chairs scattered around the room with only a few of them occupied. The front desk was incredibly minimalist, with nothing more than a single terminal. The middle aged man working as the receptionist looked up at us as we approached, seemingly unfazed by Lucy.

I leaned into the desk a bit, tapping my fingers on the plastic surface. “Hi, we're here for the evaluation."

The man looked down to his terminal, clicked on a few things, then looked back up at us. “Sam and Lucy, correct? Just sit down in the waiting area, the docs will see you shortly."

We quickly complied, taking adjacent seats near the front of the room. I noticed that the two other people waiting, a teenage boy and an old man, were both looking at Lucy. The boy seemed to be more fascinated than anything else, while the old man looked almost disgusted. Before I could think about it further, a woman in a white lab coat stepped out into the waiting area and said, “Lucy, we'll see you now." I gave her a reassuring squeeze on the paw before she got up, and she followed the doctor into the back are.

It wasn't long before my own name was called, and I looked up to see a man in his sixties with a thick grey beard. “Sam Bringot?" As I stood up, he motioned me over to where he was standing. As we walked through the door into the back area of the building, he began to introduce himself.

“I'm Doctor Harrison, I'll be conducting your wellness evaluation. Don't be alarmed, it isn't very invasive, there aren't any needles or eye drops involved." He opened the door to what must've been the exam room. The floors were white tile, and at the center of the room was a large table with a number of robotic arms on each side. On the walls were various counters and cabinets, as well as a few chairs. Once we were inside, he closed the door and walked over to a console set into the wall. “Unfortunately, these tests require that you not be wearing any foreign objects, such as clothes or jewelry. Please remove any such items and lie down on the table."

I reluctantly complied, stripping down and cautiously laying down. The doctor's eyes seemed glued to the screen. As he began typing in commands, the arms on either side of the table began to move. Various scanners ran up and down my body, and a cold metal plate pressed into my forearm. A net of wires descended on my skull, and I began to feel a tingling sensation all over me. I looked over to see the doctor muttering to himself, his gaze still affixed to the screen. I then closed my eyes and waited for it all to be over.

About ten minutes later, the whirring of electric motors came to a stop, and I opened my eyes to find that the arms had retreated back to the sides of the table. I sat up and saw that the doctor was still focused on the console, tapping away at the screen. He did seem to notice me get up, though, and he addressed me with ou turning toward me. “You can put your clothes back on now. The physical exam is all complete."

He didn't turn towards me until I had already gotten dressed, and when he did it was with a seemingly benevolent smile on his face. “Well, from what I can see you're perfectly healthy. No diseases, injuries, anything of the sort really. I did notice your cholesterol was a tad high, but it's nothing you need to worry about.

“So, is it done?" I looked over to the door, wondering how Lucy was faring with all this.

“Not quite, we still need to go through your psych evaluation." He picked up a tablet that was lying on a side table, then pulled up a chair and motioned for me to do the same. “First of all, how are you feeling?"

“Uh, fine, I guess." Were they interviewing Lucy too? What kind of questions would they be asking her?

“No mood swings, depression, suicidal ideations, or anything else?"

“Nope."

He jotted something down on his tablet. “And Lucy, how's she doing?"

What? Why was he asking about her? “Umm, she seems fine. No complaints or anything."

“I take it the two of you get along well?"

What was he getting at? “Yeah, we've had a few bumps but other than that we've been fine."

“And could you tell me what those bumps were about?"

What was I supposed to say? That she got mad at me for having sex with another person? Another animal? “Well, umm...she got a bit jealous…" Suddenly I had a flash of inspiration. “I was going out with this woman on a date, but when Lucy saw she got all sulky. When I asked her about it she said it was nothing, but I think she was jealous of the woman I was going out with."

“And this happened within the past few days?"

Crap. Forgot we'd been on a remote outpost for most of our time together. It felt like so long ago… “Uh...no. It was...on the ship. On the Caravan, the ship we took over here."

The doctor leaned closer to me, his gaze rising from his tablet to meet my own. “Mister Bringot, before we continue further I would like to remind you that nothing you say will leave this room, nor will it be traced back to you in any way. If I were to leak anything you say, I would have my license immediately revoked. Now, if you could, I'd like you to be as...honest as you can."

I was almost sweating. This guy knew something. Was he trying to get a confession?

He continued with the evaluation. “Has Lucy ever attempted to initiate intimate contact with you?"

“Uh…" I could just lie. Say we hardly knew each other. Pretend we hadn't been fucking like dogs less than an hour ago. It was tempting...but it couldn't work. Sooner or later I'd slip up, and would either be forced to confess or would be exposed with evidence. Besides, this guy seemed like he already knew about us. If he wanted us exposed it would only be a matter of time before we got caught, so it would be better to come clean on my own terms. “Yes. Yes she has."

“Did this evolve into an actual intimate relationship?"

By then I was sick of playing inquisition. “Yes, it did, alright? I've been screwing her for weeks. Is that what you wanted to hear? Well, fine, I confess. Go ahead and burn me at the stake."

He seemed surprised, but not at the fact that we were together. “Hmm. Most of the others weren't nearly as honest, or confrontational for that manner."

He knew about other relationships? “What do you mean, others?"

“I mean your case is far from unique. Plenty of humans have been engaging in these cross-species relationships, and have been since we first shipped the anthropomorphics out."

“How do you know about them? Have you been spying on us?" If they had had cameras on us the whole time, I was going to lose my shit.

“Sort of. We've equipped each of them with a small chip in their brain." He tapped on the back of his head, right where the skull would meet the spine. “It monitors chemicals in the brain, in order to detect issues in brain chemistry before they become a problem. We noticed that a great many of them were lighting up with dopamine quite frequently, meaning that they were experiencing rather extreme amounts of pleasure. The only things that can produce the dopamine levels we saw are drug use and sex, and almost none of the anthropomorphics were showing the typical signs of controlled substance abuse. You could say we simply put two and two together."

“And you aren't planning on doing anything about it?"

“Well, so far we've seen no ill effects from these unions, so why should we? Granted, there are a few higher-ups who think it's a problem, but no one really listens to them anymore."

This was good news, to say the least. Any of my fears about getting court martialed for being with Lucy were put to rest. There was just one more thing I wanted to know. “Doctor, if I may, why were the...anthropomorphics introduced?"

The doctor lean back in his chair, clicking off his tablet. “From what I heard, the whole goal was to see if they could live peacefully with humans. There were some worries about maulings or simple mistrust, but as the program was conducted it became obvious that there was nothing to fear."

Another question popped into my mind. “What were they being designed for?"

“From what I heard, the original intention was to effectively create super soldiers, warriors that were faster, stronger, and even smarter than humans. Early on it was also discovered that they could be better adapted to hostile environments, such as extreme heat or cold. Examples of this would be thick fur or increased water efficiency." He hesitated before continuing. “Lately I've also been hearing talk of using them specifically for companionship, but its still unconfirmed whether or not that's official." He leaned forward again, forearms resting on his thighs. “Any other questions?"

“No, not really."

“Then our business here is concluded." He stood up from his chair, and as I did the same he extended one hand toward me. I took it, and after I shook it he motioned me toward the door. “Lucy has to go through a bit more thorough tests, so she should be out to meet you in about 15 minutes."

I went back to the lobby and sat back down in one of the chairs. The old man was gone, but the boy was still there. I passed the time playing games on my phone, and had almost beaten my highscore when a paw landed on my shoulder. I looked up to see Lucy smiling down at me, and together we left the building and headed for a shuttle station.

“So how was it?" I had been wondering what sort of tests Lucy had been through, and only now thought to ask.

“Eh, not awful. They had a shrink ask me a bunch of questions, weird stuff that I think was trying to gauge something or other. Maybe they were worried I might go feral or something"

I chuckled a bit. “Well, I think it might be a bit late for that." She looked up at me for a moment, before playfully biting my arm while uttering a mock growl.

All of a sudden the station shook. It was like something had slammed into it, sending it rocking backwards. I staggered a few steps back to keep my balance, helping Lucy stay on her feet as well. The lights all flickered a bit, and she looked to me with fear in her eyes.

“What the hell was that?" She looked around, trying to see if anything breached the station.

“I don't know. Let's keep going, maybe we can find a terminal or something." It was then that I heard screaming coming from the docking port up ahead. I could see a few people running toward us, panicked by something behind them. I tried to ask a few of them what was going on, but none of them stopped for even a second. I didn't see that Lucy had crept closer for a better look until some hideous screech got my attention. I turned to see a man fall backwards, then desperately try to crawl away from whatever was coming from the port. It was then that I saw it.

It had the look of a giant insect, standing seven feet tall with six spindly legs supporting a bulbous body. The torso and limbs seemed to be covered in some kind of chitinous carapace, while the bug-eyed head and ovalular abdomen were exposed. It had two clawed appendages in front, horrid things that could likely rend flesh or even metal.

In a flash the bug was on top of the man, seizing him with those horrid claws. He struggled in vain for a moment, before the thing sunk two teeth into his neck. As it backed off a bit I could see the man still struggling, his motions weakening as whatever poison those creatures had took hold. Suddenly the thing bent down again, this time grabbing the man's arms and spitting out some kind of webbing onto his wrists.

Lucy's scream brought my attention to another bug, this one quickly advancing on us. She whirled around and ran, grabbing me by the wrist and almost dragging me along. Before long the two of us were in a full on sprint, racing away from the foreign monstrosities. We rounded a corner down an alley, but instead of hurtling ahead Lucy pulled me into a side door. She closed it behind us, slamming a paw into the control panel and engaging the lock.

We looked around to find ourselves in some kind of kitchen, lit by a few dim fluorescent lights. Metal cookware shined all over, and Lucy quickly grabbed a hefty pan off a rack. I followed suit, and together we crept up to the door to the rest of the restaurant. I peeked out the circular window to see more of the bugs racing through the streets, attacking humans left and right. Some of them were being dragged off back towards the dock entrance, their limbs bound with some kind of webbing. If we went out there, it would be a matter of seconds before we were gotten as well.

Suddenly we heard scraping coming from the other side of the back door. The bug must have seen us come in here, or else it was just looking for more humans. Either way, we needed another way out. Lucy had moved back over to the door, and motioned for me to join her.

“I have a plan. We can't go out the front, and there aren't any other doors, so we're going to have to go through this bastard." She motioned to the door, which was starting to dent under the thing's assault.

“Are you serious? We don't even know if we can take it. Plus there could be more of them out there."

“We can either die for certain by going out the front, or we can have a chance at survival if we go through the alley. Which do you think is better?" I realized that she was right, and gradually came to terms with the fact that I'd have to face this thing up close and personal.

“Alright, what do we do?"

“You get over to the door, switch it on manual, then open it up about a foot. Once it sticks its head in, we beat it to death. Simple as that."

I got over beside the door, the heavy pan still clutched in my hand. Lucy stood on the other side of the door, raising her own pan over her head like a sledgehammer. I quickly punched in the commands to set the door on manual, then looked over at her. Once she nodded, I tapped the sliding controls to open the door a crack.

As soon as there was an opening, the thing stuck its head into the room. It only had a brief second to look at me before Lucy's swing knocked it to the floor. Once it was down, she kept on smashing its head in, delivering strike after strike until it stopped twitching entirely. Its compound eyes were smashed to pulp, and green fluids had begun to leak out of the fractured exoskeleton. I looked around to see that the same green stuff had sprayed all over the place, lightly coating my pant legs and dripping off the head of Lucy's bludgeon. After giving it one final whack to ensure it was dead, I set the door back to automatic and watched it slide back with a hiss. The two of us crept out into the alley, frantically glancing around to make sure nothing saw us. We made good progress, until I felt something sharp jab into my neck.

I whirled to see one of the bugs standing in the alley, its claw holding what looked like several darts. I was about to turn and run when my legs gave out from under me, and the whole world seemed to become distant and foggy. Lucy rushed over to where I lay, shaking me and screaming my name. I could hardly hear her, though, like we were at opposite ends of a huge, windy field. She looked about ready to go on a rampage when one of the dart things hit her in the neck, and she swayed back and forth a bit before collapsing on top of me. The last thing I felt was a pair of claws grabbing onto my wrists, wrapping something around them before hauling me upwards.