FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

An orange-furred anthro cat felinid sat on the shuttle. Finished top of her class in the academy of engineering and now headed to human occupied space to work for Nanotrasen on a plasma fuel processing station. A long 12-hour hyperspace travel from her home planet, she was almost to her destination. She was quite nervous to start her new job fresh out of school.

Humans occupied many of the surrounding stars from her planet, which led to an uneasy peace with the felinids, who discovered FTL travel much later. Luckily, they started to hire aliens to work for them and she landed a well-paying job. The human recruiter told her fantastic stories of how great it is to work for the company. Something nagged at her that it might be too good to be true.

The seatbelt bound tightly between her boobs. Her lithe feminine frame was hidden under a yellow jumpsuit. The coveralls hung loosely to her body; small human male size was all they had to offer for corporate clothing. They didn't even give her a pair of felinoid boots to fit over her digitigrade feet, so she brought her own. Decisions that baffled her. They could pay so well, but not give her equipment that was needed for the job.

“The shuttle will arrive at its destination in five minutes."

The female computerized voice echoed to the sole occupant of the shuttle, she braced herself holding onto the only things she brought with her in a small company backpack. The countdown didn't even finish to the three-minute mark before the shuttle dropped out of hyperspace with a turbulent thud. Fur stood on end as she unbuckled herself from the seat. She padded down her long, elegant tail and brushed her soft face fur.

“Trisa Nessie has signed up as station engineer. Please report to head of personnel for your PDA and identification card."

With her head held high Trisa exited the shuttle. The felinid looked around to see if anyone would greet her but met an empty hallway with a potted plant and a bench. A painted bright yellow line on the floor tiles pointed down the hall, she shrugged and followed. As she walked, the sounds of heavy mechanical footsteps caused her pointed ears to perk up. The slamming of a red humanoid combat mech nearly scrapped the top of the ceiling as it stomped forward. The mech didn't acknowledge her presence and continued its path, she jumped out to avoid getting stepped on. She thought she heard laughing come from inside the mech.

She picked herself up and continued to follow the yellow line. The line stopped behind a person who wore red overalls with blue suspenders, white grease paint on his face, and a large red rubber nose. The man argued with what appeared to be the head of personnel behind a small service desk with a glass window that divided the two.

“The people demand it! They crave it! Ya gotta give me all-access and I will make the whole station laugh." The mustached man behind the glass lamented, “Alright clown, make me laugh." He opened the sliding glass window and handed him a card. The clown took it and then backflipped, a feat to be applauded in the extremely oversized goofy outfit. He honked a bike horn and leapt off with an exaggeratedly overconfident poise, oversized red shoes squeaked as he walked down the hall.

“Next!" Trisa stopped where the clown stood. “Oh, you're the alien centcom sent to us. I'd feel sorry for you if I cared." Her ears drooped in confusion, “What does that mean?" The older gentleman fiddled with a tablet in his hands, grey whiskers in his small moustache. “Humans are generally xenophobic; this station is no exception. The last xeno we had was chased out within 3 weeks, the captain had him beaten senseless for stealing something that was later found under the captain's bed."

Trisa's face shifted from confused to worried. She heard of the legendary human anger and fear of aliens. The recruiter told her that it was all a pack of lies and that many of those humans have stopped working for the company. The head of personnel looked at her for a moment and sighed, “Just steer clear of the captain and security. Here is your PDA, the ID is already inserted into it."

She clasped the device around her wrist. The PDA quickly started up with a dull glow. “And here is your earpiece to listen to announcements for engineering department, just push the button and you can talk to them. Head to the dorms to drop your belongings off before you head to work." “Thank you." Is all she muttered out. The earpiece pinched slightly but the discomfort faded away after a minute.

Trisa asked, “Where are the dorms?" The head of personnel pointed at his own PDA on his wrist, “Map is on the PDA." He pushed a button and a large metal shutter slammed over the glass, the conversation with the alien ended. She searched her PDA for a moment and found the map. She touched the screen and it also brought up the location of engineering department, which included plasma processing and atmospherics as well.

She passed the hallway to engineering as well as the stations' lunchroom. Inside the lunchroom windows were wooden floors, red barstools, and several vending machines. There was even a counter to the kitchen and a well-stocked bar. Several people were drinking heavily; they wore grey jumpsuits with yellow vests. She heard them through the glass. They laughed and were having a great time. She hoped to make at least one friend while she worked here. The stories her classmates told of the humans that have visited her planet were always positive ones.

Trisa found the ladder to the dormitory. Up the ladder the hallway looked like every other steel corridor, with steel bulkhead doors to each room. She finally arrived at the door to her new home. The steel door split open with a swipe of her PDA. Inside was wooden lined room, a wardrobe, simple small bed with hypoallergenic sheets, a dresser, and a chair. The room had a rustic feel, like the lunch area. She tossed her backpack onto the bed and left the room. The door hissed closed behind her. Across the hallway she saw a man in green coveralls.

The man looked young, clean shaven face, with brown medium length hair that was combed down, and eyes of dark brown. Her sensitive nose picked up the scent of sweet tobacco, bananas, honey, and something else. Something she couldn't put her claw on. He looked masculine in the jaw line, the baggy coveralls that hid his body features. He was smoking a cigarette and looked at his PDA then at her, “Your name is Trisa correct? So, you're my new neighbor." She nodded; her tail swished behind her. He continued, “Sorry you got placed here, aliens don't last very long." She raised her own PDA up and exited to the home screen on the display. The screen highlighted who he was and his occupation.

John Surname

Occupation: Botany

Age:31

Notes: Lazy asshat

“I heard some of the stories, I'm hoping they aren't all true, I was so excited to work here-"

He cut her off, “Don't worry your fur off, half the jobs are fully automated a monkey could do them. Which is a good thing, cause most of the crew are dumb as hell, they will be too busy scratching their own asses to give you problems."

She gave a faint smile. Comforted by his words, stark contrast from what she was said by the head of personnel.

“There you go. You were looking too sad. I'll probably be seeing you around. I have some work for engineering department, and they will probably pass it on to the new girl."

“I will see you later then, thanks for the talk. I don't really know what I was expecting." She took her leave and headed back down to the lower level, through the corridor to the engineering department. The station appeared dreary with all the grey steel tiles and LED lights. Only splash of color was the coveralls of one employee that stared at the new alien on the station.

Trisa opened the door to the engineering break room. No one was around. Tools were strewn over the large steel table along with half eaten food. Lockers lined the far wall along with the door to the supermatter crystal power generator. She stood there for a moment at the base of the door. Then shook all her nervous thoughts that cluttered her mind and picked up a pair of safety goggles. With a deep breath she stepped through to the power room.

The power room was bright and filled with the sounds of electric capacitors being charged and discharged. Even with the goggles the light pierced her eyes as the beam emitters sent waves directly into a large glowing crystal. The crystal was suspended in a chamber in the center of the room, it glowed brightly as the beams passed through. Safety lines marked the floor to let everyone know to keep their distance.

A person in a powered hard suit, face completely concealed by 3 glowing lights of the helmet. His voice boomed through a speaker on the helmet down at another technician wearing a yellow jumpsuit, “Just put the top on, then I can pull it into the damn chamber." The door hissed shut behind her, and they both turned and looked at the intruder.

“Who the fuck are you?!" The hard suit speaker blurted out.

Her tail slumped down, “my name is Trisa, I'm the new engineer…"

“God dammit!" He turned to look the other engineer who attached the firing head of the emitter. “I told them no fuckin' aliens! How the fuck is that thing supposed to help run the damn engine!?"

She looked at her PDA, the man in the hard suit was her new boss, chief engineer Derick Inslee. The other one was her coworker, Jeremy Quelsh.

Jeremy laughed then responded to the chief, “It can help, for about 30 minutes before it starts having seizures."

Her tail puffed up, 'these were jokes right?'

“I can't have a fucking cat clogging up the catwalk. It can be the station's bitch, change lights, do menial bullshit." The chief looked toward Trisa, “You have ears cat! You heard me! If there is a call and I have to fuckin' deal with it, I will personally throw your ass into the fucking crystal!"

She stood there silent; this wasn't what she expected to be the welcome at all.

John's voice buzzed in her earpiece. “Hydroponics to engineering, I need things installed, and I don't have the tools."

The chief waved Trisa off, “Go get it done, and try not to cough up any hairballs!" She turned and then the chief gave a loud cough, “You need your tools." He pointed to a hanging backpack and belt.

Trisa put on the belt, it was quite heavy and didn't fit her frame. She couldn't have adjusted the belt any tighter, it hung loosely around her shapely hips. With a huff she gave up and just held onto it with one claw and ran out the door. After it shut, she pressed her back to the door.

Tears formed in her eyes, nothing prepared her for this treatment. She wondered if it was too late to take a shuttle back, the pay wasn't even close to having threats on your life constantly lobbed at you. Her earpiece buzzed again, “Do I have to raid your tool supplies to do it myself CE?" The voice shook her back to reality. She held down the button, “I'm on my way…"

Trisa looked at her PDA to find out where to go. The felinid bounded to the hydroponics bay. She swiped the PDA over the door's console; the room buzzed with bees and grow lights. Large banana trees, blueberries, and strawberries grew all around. John was standing between hydroponic trays filled with dark green plants.

“There you are." John said blowing smoke out.

“What is it you want installed?" Trisa's voice trailed down.

John flicked the cigarette in one of trays, “I take it you don't care for your new boss."

Finally allowed to express her feelings she spilled out, “Absolutely not! I had no idea this is what I was going to be dealing with, those recruiters lied to me."

He patted her on the shoulder, “Well that is their job, to get young people believing this place is paradise. Just steer clear of security and the captain. They beat the shit out of a lizardman a few weeks ago. I was transferred here shortly after he left. He got his tail chopped off I heard. Terrible stuff."

Trisa pulled her tail close to her body and held it tightly. She wished she hadn't heard that.

“I know I'm just making you more worried, how about this…" He paused for a moment and pulled out another cigarette, his eyes glazed over a moment in thought as he lit it. “You message me on your PDA if you are needing a break, I will go ahead and call some inane emergency for engineering and they will send you here so you can cool off. I'll have snacks and soon much, much more." He pointed to a chemical dispenser sitting along the wall.

The machine, now found throughout all of space, dispensed and mixed various chemicals. Nearly irreplaceable and worth a fortune to the felinid species. She looked on with amazement, her school only had one of the things, and it was only used solely by the teachers to make the chemical concoctions for classes. Her tail swished in excitement to have the machine installed. John asked, “Can you hook it up to the power lines, I need it for the plants, chem won't give me anymore mutagen." John walked away to let her work.

Trisa nodded and pulled out her multitool. She pried the floor panel and gained access to the powerlines. After she worked for a few hours, the machine was attached to the power and secured to the floor. The chem dispenser sprung to life, the touch screen booted up and displayed the chemicals it dispensed. She placed beaker into the machine, and it ran through its test cycle to mix acetone. The dispenser did its job, clear acetone poured into the beaker.

“Thank you, now I can actually make useful things here instead of boring food that the cook won't even use." John left the acetone in the machine and added more chemicals to the mix. Trisa stood around awkwardly. The machine whirled again, and John turned to her, “well, while that is being made, let's go get something to eat, it's dinner time anyway."

The two of them made their way to the lunch hall. When they arrived, they were greeted by the chef behind the counter, “All'a I have are burgers and scrambled eggs… oh, John, what are you doing?" No one else was in the canteen, crew had already taken off for the shift. The round chef sported his signature toque and white uniform. John stared at the man for a moment, “How much monkey meat are in the burgers?" The chef grew angry, “Don't you be talkin' about my secret ingredient like that, the crew love my chimp chow." John rolled his eyes and turned toward Trisa, “I think we should probably get some pizza from the QM, I wouldn't trust this food."

Just as he finished the sentence a butcher knife flew between the two of them. The poor felinid poofed up in fright. “How abouta I make human cat burger instead!" The chef was ready to throw another one when they both ran out the door.

After they escaped John had his hands wrapped up around his head as they walked. He wasn't shaken by the events at all while her fur stood on end all over her body. She broke the silence with a barrage of questions, “What the hell was that? Does that happen a lot? Why is everyone so close to kill around here?" John laughed out a billow of smoke, “The chef is a psychopath, I think he gets his meat from the morgue, along with monkey cubes. I called him out on it a week ago and he detests me for it. If it weren't for the gallons of alcohol no one would bother going to his kitchen."

John stopped for a moment. There was a man in a red jumpsuit and a helmet at the end of the hallway in front of them. Fortunately, he faced away from the two. “Great, just what we need" John glanced around and saw a maintenance tunnel entrance.

John approached the door and turned toward the stressed-out cat, “Can you let us inside the maintenance tunnel, it's a short cut to the hop's office, I need to talk to him." She slid her arm over the door, it hissed open. He clapped his hands, “Yes!" With a quick dash he moved into the darkness inside. The felinid followed suit.

The two fumbled around dark tight corridor. “Was that a security guard?" Trisa questioned. “Yes, they don't like me almost as much as they don't like aliens. I have been put in the brig for insubordination a couple times and if they see me walking around with you, they will harass us."

They stepped over some toolboxes as they continued down the tunnel. She pulled up her PDA to activate the dull light when John slipped and stumbled forward ripping a wire from the wall. The wire snapped and went limp in the middle of the hallway. “Ouch…"

“Are you okay?" Trisa said, concerned for the human.

“I'm fine, just slipped" He got up and dusted himself off. He picked the wire up from the ground, “I may have accidently ripped this wire out, it's probably nothing."

“I should probably fix it, let me…"

“No, I got it, it's cool." He pulled out some electrical tape from his uniform and put the two ends together. “See, perfect, better than new."

Her cat like eyes adjusted to the darkness better than the human and saw that it was very much not okay. It looked passable though. If anything were truly broken, she would get called later.

The two of them made their way to the end of the maintenance tunnel. “We can reach the Hop's office around the corner from here" John said with a smile. Trissa reached around him, her body pressed up against his. Only the thin layer of their clothing between the two of them. It wasn't unpleasant for the young felinid. They both chuckled at the awkward situation then John scooted closer to the door to let her slide her PDA on the door.

They both rubbed their eyes as they adjusted to the bright hallway lights. John made his way to the head of personnel's office just around the corner, with the orange alien behind him. The steel shudders still encased the window, John knocked on it several times loudly. They popped up, “What… oh."

“Just wanting to get some clown access" John sneered while holding out his ID card.

The head of personnel turned and looked at a camera in the back of his office. He turned back at John and smiled, “I didn't take you for a xenophile, or are you just taking your pet for a walk?" He laughed at his own little joke.

John bit his lip a bit, “Hey, if you're going to put me on the spot like that, I'll… just fucking leave."

Trisa blushed as his gaze turned to her.

The mustached man chuckled and pushed buttons on his console, he handed John's ID back, “Don't get yourself killed out there."

Trisa walked toward the counter and spoke up, “I think I want to leave the station; I don't know if I can take it here…"

The head of personnel looked at her, his voice twinkled with a bit of sympathy for the alien, “Sorry Trisa, the next personnel shuttle won't be here for 10 more days. I'll schedule you for the return trip, you just got to wait it out. Okay?"

She nodded and stepped back behind John.

John waved goodbye as the glass was sealed shut again with the metal grate, “So long, and don't worry about a thing, I will slip by unnoticed." He turned to Trisa, “Now, let's head to the quartermaster, I need to order stuff, and I'm starving, and they have pizza."

Trisa agreed about the starving bit, she hasn't eaten a single thing all day.

The walk didn't take very long. John asked her about her home planet and what flora come from there. She tried her best to answer, “It's a chilly world, lots of evergreen trees. Lots of winter resorts you humans seem to enjoy, the ones that seem to want to go anyway." He nodded as they walked, “Sounds like a lovely planet, I don't know much about the few xeno planets around, so it's always pleasant to hear about them. Maybe I should visit on my next leave." She questioned, “You like the cold?" He responded, “It's alright, I'm more of a 'go into a log cabin and cozy up in front of a fire' type person." She laughed at his response, “You'd go to a planet just to stay inside?" He nodded and smiled, “I don't see why not, it's about getting away from everything." She smiled back at him.

The lobby to the cargo department was empty. The vending machines and chairs along the side of the wall were barren. There was a door to the rest of cargo to the left of another manned service window. A bearded man sat at the counter, a pile of paperwork in front of him being ignored as he looked at a tablet. John approached him, “Hey, I got things to order, I need to speak with the QM." The man behind the glass ignored him.

John's new access has shortened his patience, “Oh screw this, I'll just let myself in and do this, come with me Trisa." He grabbed her paw and pulled her to the door, he swiped his PDA and it slid open. They entered the intermediate area, the man just glanced at them as they passed then looked back at his tablet. After another swipe at the next door and they were in the middle of the cargo department.

The room was large, empty metal boxes and wooden crates littered the middle of the floor. He made his way to the console on the far side of the wall with widows that looked out into space. A female voice bellowed out, “What are you two doin'?!" She wore grey coveralls with a brown vest, she also sported aviator sunglasses. John spun around, “Hey QM, didn't see you there. I was just placing my orders fo-" The Quartermaster held her hand up, “Ya haven't delivered me what you promised, why should I give anythin'." John shrugged, “It's growing, I now have more mutagen, I'll finish it all up tonight. Here I will give you something else for this trade."

He looked over at the felinid, “Trisa, can I borrow your multi tool for a second." She gave a confused look back, “What are you going to do." Worried that he might do something that will cause her trouble. He tilted his head to the side and had a smug look on his face, “I'm just going to adjust the console a bit, don't worry about a thing, I know exactly what I'm doing." She wasn't filled with confidence from that statement, but she handed over the multitool.

John popped open the console and buried himself inside. The quartermaster walked toward Trisa, “Well aren't you the cutest little darlin'. I had a cat that had your color fur before, he was so sweet." She stared at her, 'was that a complement or an insult?' The quartermaster's eyes widened as if she remembered something and pointed toward a steel table filled with boxes of pizza, “Sorry sweety, I take it you are here for the pizza, we have boxes over there you can take one to your dorm room if you'd like. No one eats the chef's food after that body went missin'. I'll just charge your boyfriend for it." Trisa's stomach growled, and pizza sounded lovely.

She sat on a stool and scarfed down a slice of pizza while John continued his work on the machine. She saw that he pulled a device out of his pocket and installed it. The quartermaster oversaw what he was doing, “Ya break anything, I'm kicking your ass. Then I'll be orderin' a robot to keep kicking your ass."

He finished up and closed the panel, “There you go, that should be a good enough trade for what I want." The Quartermaster looked over the list, her eyes widened, “Well… thanks sugar, that definitely makes up for the late produce and some." Trisa got up and looked at the finished job. The console looked normal, lists of items that could be ordered along with a list of items that John selected to be ordered, boxes of snacks, a box of monkey cubes, and more pizza. Nothing looked out of the ordinary to her knowledge.

John returned the tool to Trisa, “Thanks for letting me borrow that." She nodded and slipped the tool back into her belt. He grabbed a few slices of pizza and ate them with her. They finished the food and headed back to the dorms.

“The quarter master seems nice" Trisa stated.

“As long as you have money, then she's nice. It's always a transaction with that woman, which is why I have a lot of work ahead of me." John sighed and then flicked a cigarette butt onto the floor.

She thought about the trade he did to get the pizza, “What did you install inside the machine?"

“Just a device that will allow a wider bandwidth to be selected, she had that on her too do list for a few weeks."

“You seem to know a lot more about the different jobs around the station, I was just trained on electronics and the supermatter reactor." She watched as he pulled out another cigarette, the sweetness of honey and tobacco was strong as he lit it.

“You can't rely on anyone around here, you basically have to learn how to navigate other jobs to get what you want to make this place palatable. As I said before, half the crew are brain dead."

Trisa yawned loudly as they approached the dorm rooms.

Exhausted from the long day, he walked her back to her room, “Well, while you are here, I hope to see you around. I have some more work to finish." The felinid blushed through her fur, “It was a pleasure to meet you, at least one person on this station doesn't treat me horribly." He nodded and walked back down the hallway and flicked another spent cigarette on the floor.

She entered her small room and collapsed on the bed; it had been a very long day. Not bothered by her coveralls as she fell asleep. The next few days were all the same. She would get yelled at by her boss, do basic maintenance around the station. Broken lights, torn wires, equipment installations.

A job the felinid couldn't do was spacewalks to fix the solar arrays. None of the space suits fitted her alien physiology. Though her coworker tried, crammed the boots on, and her legs nearly snapped. During her breaks she visited John and the plants. John was right, many of the humans that worked on the station haven't noticed she existed or if they did, they didn't care.

On her fourth day at the station, she ran into two security guards on her rounds. The clown was being beaten on the ground by the two guards; their stun batons glowed brightly as they smacked the clown that squeaked every time he was hit. She hadn't known what to do, fur poofed up as the batons contacted the clown with electrical shocks. The scared felinid tried her best to get by. The guards stopped and turned to the alien that sneaked by. Their faces were concealed behind black opaque face shields.

“Don't move! Where are you going furball?" The taller of the two spoke up.

She turned to face the security, they were both intimidated her with the helmeted visages and armored vests. She spoke out but it came out as a soft whimper.

“Did you hear that, Jim. I think it just called you a piece of shit? Hehehe." The shorter guard said to the other.

“I believe I did hear that. I think we should teach it a lesson on respect, especially as its betters." Jim raised his baton it buzzed as it charged with energy.

She raised her hands and cowered as she was assaulted. The electricity coursed through her; she fell to the steel floor with a thud.

The two guards laughed at their new punching bag. One of the guards yelled out to the orange felinid, “Get up alien, we aren't done with you."

She attempted to get back up but was kicked down again. Tears flowed from her eyes; the whole situation was too much to bare. The guard yelled out again, “I said get up!" The situation worsted as she rose.

“Hey, I don't think cats wear clothes, do you think that. Huh Sam?" Jim remarked inquisitively.

The shorter guard responded, “They don't wear clothes, I think it might be violation of space law, animal cruelty. Ha!"

The two men chuckled at Trisa who held the side of her arm that was stunned. Jim ordered her, “Take it off, all of it." She stood bewildered, “What…?" He charged up their stun baton, “You are a cat and cats don't wear clothes, so take them off." Her eyes widened with fear, this was awful. Her tears fell onto the steel floor as she cried.

Threatened with another beating she unzipped her coveralls. Her orange fur and white underbelly were exposed in the middle of the hallway. Her bountiful breast were kept hidden by a pink bra. The only small consolation she had was that there wasn't anyone else around. She stopped and let her tool belt fall to the floor, followed by the rest of her coveralls and shoes. She was now in the hallway in just her pink underwear. Her tail wrapped around to try and cover her shame. She sniffed as she ran out of tears.

“That doesn't look like all of it" Sam muttered with his arms crossed. Her face reddened with shame. She reached back and unclasped her pink bra and it fell to floor with the rest of her belongings. Her white furred breast was now uncovered to these two monsters. She lowered down and pulled down her panties. They were kicked off into the pile. Trisa moved her tail to block the view from her pussy slit. She at least controlled some of her decency. The guards bellowed out with laughter at the naked orange and white Trisa.

They continued their amusement as they ogled the poor alien, “Maybe we should put a collar and leash on it." She was frozen with fear and embarrassment, she did nothing except be a nude statue. She stared off in the distance and wished it to be over. “We could have it walk around the station on all fours, like the cat it is. Hahaha!"

The clown got up and joined the two guards in the laughter. She felt lower as the clown honked his horn and pointed. The clown patted the guards on the shoulder as a sign of congratulations, “Hahaha, you two sure know how to have a good time. You guys just might take my job away with this comedy gold." Then the clown pulled Sam's shoulder back.

The guard tumbled down to the floor as his left foot stepped on an expertly placed banana peel. The clown was the only one that laughed after the guard hit the floor. As he giggled, he winked at Trisa and scampered away. Jim tried to chase the clown only to be tripped by his bootlaces that were tied together. He fell right on top of Sam, “Ack!" A bike horn honked, and floppy shoes squeaked as the clown rounded the corner in the hallway. Trisa quickly grabbed up her belongings and fled the other direction. The guards helplessly flopped over one another as they attempted to get up.

Trisa's heart raced as she ran through the hallway naked. She passed by several other employees which only increased her complete humiliation. Face flushed with embarrassment and pounding in her chest, she went to the only sanctuary on the station. “Please let me in." She said as she fumbled with the PDA. It slid open and she ran behind the wall and collapsed onto the cold steel under her.

John was stunned by the naked Trisa. He blew out some smoke and walked toward her, “What happened?" She curled in her knees to her chest and held her face in her hands. Deep sobs escaped her tight ball. Concerned for her wellbeing, John sat next to her on the floor. He calmed her with some soft shushing noises and an arm wrapped around her. He stayed by her side until she finished crying, he asked again, “What happened?" Her voice exited muffled by her clothes she tightly held to her face, “I was stripped by security."

“I see. Let me help with that problem. Take as much time as you need, snacks are in the boxes next to you." John stood up and pushed the button on his waist, “Hydroponics to clown, I have a gift I want to give you." He picked up a burlap sack and made his rounds though hydroponics. He picked all the ripe blue-space fruit he had. Blue-space tomatoes and blue-space bananas filled the sack.

John finished just as the clown walked up to the counter, the clown beamed wide under his painted-on smile. The sack was handed over to the clown, “Here you go clown, I am sure your specialty training knows what to do with this." The clown chuckled as he looked inside the sack. “Hahaha, let me make some room for this gift." He pulled out a pie from his backpack and then threw it at john's face through the open window. John was knocked to the floor with banana cream pie on his face. He laughed and clapped at the clown's antics. Trisa giggled softly after she watched the slapstick routine from across the room.

The clown honked his bike horn and was off to do his job. John wiped off the pie from his face and returned to his guest. “That will keep security busy for a good long time." He looked down at the orange ball of tears, her yellow cat eyes were bloodshot from everything that just happened. He thought about ways to help her.

Trisa felt like a helpless kitten, not sure what to do. She wiped her nose on her clothes pile. John said, “I'll go stand behind the plants while you get dressed. okay?" Her eyes followed him as he moved behind the large banana trees with his back turned. She got dressed and finished with a zip of her coverall, “Thank you. I don't know what I would have done without you."

“Don't thank me yet, security is still shit. Now I need to go deal with something, can you do me a favor." John motioned to the garbage shoot in the corner and picked up a blue duffle bag. He stepped inside the machine and ducked down, “Can you push the disposal button. It's the fastest way to cargo." She hesitated, “Won't that kill you? Those tubes run through the entire station and you can't breathe from the changes of pressure." He smirked at her, “Trust me, I done this at least a dozen times. Just sit here and relax and eat some snacks." She pushed the button, and he was sucked down into the network of tubes of disposals. She was alone again.

The leaves were played with and bags of chips were opened. 20-minutes have passed and Trisa finally felt normal again. Then loudspeaker overhead buzzed, “Quartermaster here, I have an announcement, cargo is now carryin' all your legal medicinal… herbs? Just head on over to cargo so that you can get what yer body craves. A nice relaxing day on this god-awful station. Sold in the vending machines in cargo lobby."

She wondered what that smell was, she assumed it was just the cigarettes. She giggled at the thought of all the strings that were pulled just to have cargo sell marijuana. After 20 more minutes John returned to hydroponics. Trisa grinned at the human, “So you were doing all this to sell marijuana." He returned the smile, “Among other things, I also grew some special stuff. I was wondering if you wanted to try it sometime."

John walked over to the side wall and pulled the curtains, revealing some marijuana plants; they were blue and had dark red streaks through the leaves, “Blue-space marijuana, special blend I made with unstable-mutagen, blue-space dust, mind-breaker toxin, and space drugs." She looked at the plant ignorant, “I haven't even done normal marijuana." She reached to the plant, but her hand was blocked by his, “It can affect you with touch, so be careful, this is a highly reactive plant... You are right though, it might be too much for you, we can smoke some normal stuff in my room, does that sound good to you?" She nodded; it sounded like fun, she definitely needed help to relax after today.

He pulled the curtains closed and they both started to make their way to the dorms. The hallway was its usual empty self as they passed by the lunch hall. They made their way to his room; he swiped his wrist on the door. It smelled just like John, except concentrated. Similar furniture that occupied her room except for the large leafy potted plants of tobacco that sat in the middle of the room. Purple grow light flooded the entire room.

He walked in and waved her to come in, “Welcome to my humble abode." When she entered the door closed behind her. The sweet smell of tobacco and honey overpowered her senses. Trisa looked around his room, the bookshelf was made into a hanging rack for the large tobacco leaves, “I take it you make your own cigarettes." John pulled out a drawer from under his bed with a baggy filled with joints, “Yes, I spliced them with other things, it has an interesting effect. Plus, the stuff they sell in the vending machines is laced with all kinds of additives." She sat down on his bed; her tail lashed around skittishly, confused at what to do in his room. He sat down and handed her a joint and his lighter, “Something to help with stress of this job."

Trisa thought about how her classmates smoked in the dorms of school. It always intrigued her to know what it was like; she didn't expect her first time to be taking place lightyears from her planet with an alien. She lit it up and inhaled and coughed shortly after taking her first breath. It wasn't pleasant, felt like it burned the back of her throat. John smirked, “That always happens to newbies. But you will feel a little looser soon." He grabbed one himself and lit it.

After several coughing fits from smoking, she felt tingly. Trisa's fur rubbed inside her coveralls, it felt strange. She spoke with an odd dryness in her mouth, “This feels very weird." John watched her meticulously; his expression wasn't normal. He looked like he was analyzing her like a researcher would. She looked back at him with concern, he noticed and snapped back to his normal calm manner. He pushed a button on a remote and a tv lowered out of a slot in the ceiling. “Let's just relax and watch something. It should get your mind off things."

They watched some colorful cartoons as they continued to smoke the marijuana and leaned back on the back of the wall. She paid little attention to the content on the TV. The background noise took her mind off the feeling of her fur being bunched up in the coveralls, the world seemed to melt away and all she could focus on was the light on the screen. She leaned against his body on the bed and stroked it gently. The man was quite solid, and his coveralls felt nice to her paw pads.

“Why did you want to work here?" He asked. She thought about it for a second, “It paid well, and my family needed the money. I didn't want to be in the service industry like everyone else." He sighed, “I'm sorry you couldn't find a better position, these death traps are bottom of the barrel for human society."

“Please don't remind me, I didn't know that those recruiters were lying. I'm such an idiot." Trisa said with sadness in her voice. John wrapped an arm around her, “You're not an idiot Trisa, let's just relax for now." Trisa breathed in his scent and leaned into his grip. The orange furball drifted into sleep in the human's arms.

The sound of her PDA woke her up. Trisa laid on John's bed, his pillow under her head. She felt a little normal, though some tingles still existed from the drugs. John was nowhere to be seen. The felinid got up to greet the day.

The door opened and she headed to do her usual routine which first involved getting yelled at by her boss. When she entered the supermatter crystal generator, the crystal's housing shined brightly. Trisa had to turn away, even with her protective goggles. The whole suspended house glowed like the surface of a star. The gasses that surrounded the crystal were so superheated it gave off light. She looked around to see if anyone paid attention to the consoles in the chief engineer's office, no one was around.

Trisa approached the console and was amazed at the massive amount of power the crystal generated. The readings were way above the normal safe limits, she didn't even think the crystal could produce this much power. She tapped through the console to see what is wrong and found that the safeties were all shut off. A few commands were entered, and the safeties reengaged. As the detectors started to funnel out the hot air out, the emergency fire doors slammed shut. Red alarms blared through the department.

She heard yelling in her earpiece, it was Derick, “What the fuck?!" The sound of mechanical boots stomped outside the office and then the fire doors were pried open with a crowbar. “Don't you dare touch my equipment!" Trisa defended herself, “These readings are completely unsafe, the crystal will delaminate if we keep this up!" He shoved her and the chair she sat on out of the way. He pushed the screen and disengaged the safeties again. The red alarms stopped, and the fire doors all released. “We don't give a shit, the job of the station is to make power, that's it!" He pressed his helmet into her face, “Now get the fuck out before you get hurt missy. I never want to see you or any of your kind around here ever."

Trisa stood up with folded ears and scowled at her boss. She walked out the door and headed to do her rounds around the station. Certain now that she wanted to leave the station.

As she walked down the hallway and saw the clown. The felinid stopped and watched him to see what he was up to. The clown turned the corner toward Trisa, he was giggling with his back to the wall. The sounds of boots followed around the corner. The clown pulled a blue banana peel out of his bag and placed it just out of sight of the other hallway. One of the guards from yesterday jumped around the corner, his baton glowed brightly in his hand.

He stepped right on the banana peel and was sent flying in the air. The sound of an electric bolt shot out. The baton fell to the ground, but the guard was nowhere to be seen. He vanished into thin air. The clown laughed and picked up the baton from the ground. He swung it happily while humming a tune as he squeaked away.

Trisa's mouth was agape, 'what just happened?' Not that she complained, the guard was a total monster. She continued down the hallway when her ears buzzed again, this time it was the guard, he sounded winded, “Security… to engineering… Ah! I got teleported into… maintenance near kitchen, I need help… getting out." She pressed the button, “I'm on the way."

Trisa wanted nothing to do with saving the jackass. But, if she didn't, they could come after her. She shuddered at the thought. The felinid made it to the tunnel and slid her PDA to open it. She didn't walk very far into the cramped space before she saw the red coveralls of the guard. They peaked through a crack in the side panel. He managed to be teleported into the wall. There was also blood that flowed out from the site. She pulled out the multitool and unfastened the panel, once it popped free the guard twisted his way out of the cramped space. “There you go, you're free." Trisa said, glad to be done with him. She inspected the panel; it was deformed and part of it had melted.

The guard clinched his chest; a metal pipe had fused with his body. His breathing labored, “Get… out… of… my…" Without warning he shot her with a taser from his belt. Trisa cried out in pain and fell to the floor. “Ha… Ha… Ha…" the guard left the maintenance tunnel. Blood dripped from his new pipe appendage.

Her neck stung. She held it as she got up. Fed up with the day she pulled out her PDA to message John, 'Got atk again, shitcurity. pls hlp.' She sat in the dark waiting for reply. “Engineering to hydroponics, I need some assistance with the electrical wires." John's voice calmed her down. She responded happily, “I'll be right there!" She dusted herself off and made her way toward hydroponics.

When Trisa walked into the department she signed heavily and sat down in the stool near the window.

John greeted her, “How are things going?"

“The normal security department." She rubbed her neck.

“How's everything else beside that?" He questioned as he joined her.

The defeated cat just sighed, “Got yelled at by the boss for turning on the safeties to try and keep the crystal from imploding. He doesn't want me anywhere near the department again, so I just don't care anymore."

“Humm, interesting. I take it they are trying to make as much power to send as possible." John said scratching his head.

“I don't care anymore" she reiterated. “I'll hopefully be out of here before he causes some real damage, I won't be around to fix it." She looked up at John, her eyes betrayed sorrow. The only good thing about this job was him.

He frowned a bit, “I will miss you, but this place isn't for non-humans." He stood there for a moment and thought of a way to change the subject, “How did you like your first-time doing marijuana?"

“My friends did it in college, I don't understand what all the raving is about. It helped calm me down, but I think that's because I was with you, not the weed." Her heart raced when she heard those words leave her mouth. She felt her face flushed with embarrassment.

John blushed a bit, “Well… we could try the stronger stuff, it's better with two people."

Trisa nodded, “When do you want to try it?"

“Anytime, I'm not needed, and you are on a job so we can just head back to my dorm." He looked into the felinid's yellow eyes, her blush deepened.

“That sounds nice."

With some rubber gloves on John picked the special plants and processed them to make them smokable. He wrapped up all the joints and placed them into a bag, “Okay, that should do it." They both headed back to his room.

“The clown nearly killed one of the guards with that fruit you gave him." Trisa said as they walked down the hallway. John chuckled out a response, “Well they shouldn't be running in the halls, blue-space is quite unpredictable. One slip could have you end up outside the station." Trisa stated coldly, “My ability to care about their wellbeing is gone. The guards are absolutely awful." John nodded and helped her up the ladder to the next level.

They approached his room and stepped inside. After the door closed, Trisa sat on the small bed. She kicked her feet as she waited. John sat next to her; her heart pounded from his proximity. He warmly professed “I think before you leave, I would like to kiss you." She turned toward him, and her heart flew, “I would like that, a lot."

John moved closer to her, inch by inch. She smelled the acrid burning of the cigarettes from all his smoking but. But when her muzzle met, she was surprised by the sweetness of honey. Their tongues touched before she broke away in shock.

“What was that?" Trisa exclaimed in confusion. “What was what?" He said confused. “Your mouth is sweet, like very sweet." John realized the confusion, “Oh, yeah… I was messing with my tobacco and then I added a ton of unstable-mutagen to the plants and honey to see what would happen, and now my saliva is sweet like honey when I smoke." She raised an eyebrow, “Is it safe?" He shrugged, “Maybe, I kind of left the clinic after they told me I should stop."

Trisa had a nervous look on her face. John snickered, “I don't know what men are like in your species, but human men don't listen to doctors. It's just something we do." She shook her head in disbelief, until he kissed her again.

The back of her head met the soft bed as he pushed her down, their tongues dancing with one another. She enjoyed how smooth and large his tongue was, along with the significantly sweetness. She felt her arousal build. They made out with each other as their hands wandered. His hands groped her breast and down her sides feeling the firmness through her coveralls. The sensation caused her panties to be soaked on the spot.

Trisa ran her paws over him, his body felt wonderful as she made her way to his butt grabbing it with a firm squeeze. He pulled back and they both panted heavily. John questioned the felinid, “Have you had sex with a human before?" She shook her head no, “Only one of my friends allegedly had a human boyfriend, but we didn't believe her."

John touched the zipper on her coveralls and unzipped them, “Well this will definitely be an experience you won't be forgetting." The orange-furred alien's sex soaked in her panties. Impatiently she kicked off her boots as John undressed her.

John already felt his arousal peaking, his coveralls failed to hide his massive erection. He stripped the cat quickly, tore away her coveralls to reveal her curvy fluffy body and pink underwear. The sight of her soaked pink panties made his mouth water. With a yank of his wrists, he slipped them off her body.

A tuff of white fur was just above her clit. Juices flowed out and her lips glinted from the moisture. His hands rubbed her stomach, fur was pushed against the natural flow as he lowered his head to her pussy to taste it. Trisa gasped as he touched her pussy, her furry tail twitched behind her as he drank up her nectar.

John's hands moved down to her inner thighs and rubbed them gently as he sucked and licked her cunt. She panted and moaned as he lapped at her sensitive spot. Her hips rotated on his face as her natural instincts took hold, “Fuck! you definitely done this before" she said as she heaved for breath. A sharp pain coursed through her as she felt a nip at her hard clit. He nibbled on the hard bud. It pushed her over the edge of the first orgasm, shuddering against John's face, “Oh god!"

She pushed back onto the bed with labored breath, it's been so long since her last sexual encounter. Not even with her own paws. She was completely in bliss on her back. John got up and started to remove his own clothing. The felinid turned her head and watched the human undress.

He tossed his boots aside and then unzipped his coveralls. John's barred skin reflected some light from his sweat. Trisa rubbed her nipples through her bra as the coveralls dropped to the floor. He wore some grey boxers; his erection was barely contained as the elastic band pulled away from his waist. “You're huge." She muttered under her breath.

John smiled at her as he slipped the boxers off, his boner bounced with pre-cum on the tip. The felinid remembered seeing porn with humans, how smooth their cocks were, it excited her even more. He then picked up his bag and lit one of his special joints, inhaling the drug before tossing it aside.

Trisa pulled off her bra to play with her hard nipples. They poked like little pink buttons out of her soft white chest. She watched him slide into the bed over her, his eyes were dilated as he pressed his body to hers.

His cock slid into her with ease. They were both soaked, the sound of their genitals meeting let out a loud slap. She pushed her muzzle to his face to lap at the sweet nectar in his mouth. First, she tasted her own juices then the sweet saliva of her lover.

John thrusted into her; the tight tunnel reacted with a constriction of pleasure. He kept up the speed as he made out with Trisa. Their arms wrapped around each other tightly. “Oh Fuck!" Trisa screamed out as her cunt was stretched taut with every thrust. Moaning loudly, she humped back in rhythm with her human. She felt the plateau come up again. When she came, she squeezed her legs and arms around him.

He shot his hot load deep into her, the sound of her purring sang softly in his ear as he did so. He shuddered deeply in her arms then rolled over beside her. His erection twitched and throbbed as he slipped out of her hole. He was panting heavily, heart pounded in his chest. Her gleaming yellow eyes stared at him as he watched the ceiling.

She glanced down; his hard cock twitched in the air helplessly. A warm feeling inside her own body from the payload, 'How was he still that hard?' He moaned and squeezed his eyes shut at his cock pumped out more semen onto his stomach. Her eyes were shocked from the display. Sweat poured from his body as he rode through the second orgasm. “God that feels amazing, Fuck yeah!" he shouted.

The smell of the human's semen was too much to pass up and she lapped it up, cleaning his abs. The sensations of the felinid's rough tongue elicited more twitching from his hard cock. After Trisa cleaned his body, he rolled back off the bed to his bags. Curiosity took her as she stared at him with his erection still twitching in the air. He picked up a joint and handed it to her.

Happiness rang out in his voice between heavy breaths, “This is amazing! You definitely will love this mixture. I think I perfected it." She took it and lit. The purple grow lights started to shift and change colors as she drew in a heavy breath. The burning sensation turned icy as she exhaled the cloud. Which seemed to hang there in the middle of the air as she blew it out. She touched it and her paw passed right through it. She inhaled again taking in the rest of the joint, the cool sensation sent a chill down her chest.

Trisa's pupils dilated, and her heart raced. She felt every end of her fur be pushed around from the vent's air flow. Her body felt absolutely amazing, her fur was a blanket that caressed her whole body. She squirmed inside her fluff. John watched as the cat rubbed her own body, the sensations piled on one another.

He moved to her side as she laid on the bed squirming. He positioned his hand over her stomach and held her down. She was too lost in the sensation to notice. Then he placed his right hand over her wet slit. A gentile rub of her pebble caused her movement to stop.

Trisa felt a powerful rush of pleasure pour over her. “Oh, shit" she looked down and saw his fingers were right on top of her precious clitoris. Ecstasy flowed up through her as he rubbed her nub vigorously. Fingers slid deep inside and touched keeping up the motion going. Then he pulled out of her.

Both his hands moved to message her breast as she howled in pleasure. “Oh, fuck. That's so… good." Her voice cooed out as the pleasure continued throughout her body, she still felt the sensations on her clit and cunt. The felinid looked down to see both his hands still on her breast messaging them.

“Like… the… feeling?" John moaned out while he played with her hardened nipples. His own cock still pulsed at peak sensation as well. He thrusted over her body, another orgasm jolted from his dick and sprayed a shot of semen onto her stomach. Ignoring that he laid on top of her, stroking her soft fur with his face between her tits, “You feel so soft and warm."

Trisa moaned loudly as the sensations on her clit and pussy continued. Every touch of her breasts multiplied over one another. It felt as if her body was continued to be stimulated even after the source stopped. The warm semen smell was in the air and it drove her wild. She squeezed her pussy between her legs as she came, “Gah!"

Her back arched as it rode through another orgasm, her body was assaulted still by the sensations. Her pussy felt like it vibrated on its own. John pulled her legs apart, she looked into his eyes, they were dilated and blood shot. She watched with bated breath as he shoved his hard cock inside her again. The sensations compounded over one another. It felt as if she was fucked by an unrelenting vibrating machine.

Every pump of his dick multiplied again and again. And as she orgasmed, she felt the tip of another one creep over her soon after. Her pussy throbbed sending overlapped signals up to her brain. Soon the orgasms sped up and piled on themselves. “Ah! Ah! Ah!" she screamed as she lost complete control over her body, juices sprayed out helplessly. She attempted to fight against it, but it was like trying to stop a hurricane. The pleasure turned to pain, then back to pleasure within a single second.

She managed to catch a kiss from John, the sensation was bliss. A light in a storm. He whispered softly into her ear, “Just relax, let it take hold." She still felt his sweetened mouth on hers, even when he was holding her hips pounding away inside her. She took in a deep breath and let her body do what it wanted.

Hours passed. The entire bed was soaked in sweat and their sexual fluids. Her body felt completely numbed. Semen poured out of Trisa; the warm stickiness clung between her furry legs. Arms wrapped around her, her human lover embraced and held onto her, breathing heavily as the drugs wore off. She tried to move to return the grip but couldn't find the strength. John helped her and moved her arms around his back. The felinid closed her eyes and fell asleep next to him.

She woke up lazily, her eyes half lidded. Her muscles burned from the over exertion. She looked at her PDA to check the time, it was the middle of the night. John was next to her, his body soaked in sweat as he slept. She moved on top of him and rested her head on his chest and purred. He spoke up softly as he wrapped his arms around her, “Well that was definitely an experience."

Returning the gesture, she slid her arms around his body staying silent and enjoyed the closeness with another. He stroked her back causing her tail to flick up, “I think I added too much blue-space dust, it wasn't supposed to last that long… My dick felt like it was going to rocket off my body." She giggled and just nuzzled into his bare skin. It didn't take long of being stroked for her tired body to sleep.

Trisa awoke many hours later, she was still aching. John already left and she found herself on his pillow again. The smell of the drugs and their activities last night were still hanging on the air. She looked down and saw semen still smeared in her fur. “Great" she said to herself as she got up to go to the showers to wash off.

She grabbed her belongings and looked around in the hallway for any signs of people before making a naked run for her room to get a fresh set of clothes. It was the middle of the day, so everyone was thankfully working.

She grabbed fresh coveralls and some yellow underwear and made her way to the shower. Being one of the few females on station had its perks. As the water washed over her body she thought about last night and what she was going to do with her life, 'if only I was a human or my boss was any different.' Human-felinid relationships were rare, but they did happen on her planet. She fantasized about how she would break it to her parents if she brought John home to meet them. Trisa finished and got dressed the smell of the cheap shampoo permeated her fur, 'I better check on the reactor, just a peak.'

The door to the supermatter crystal opened. Trisa peaked inside, the goggles wrapped around her fuzzy head. The housing couldn't be seen anymore. The crystal was so bright the light enveloped the entire suspended room. It worried her that she might be irradiated even though the 5 feet of lead-based crystal that separated her from the crystal housing.

She couldn't see anyone around, so she ran over and checked on the console in the boss' office. Red warnings lit up on the screen. Delamination was well on its way, the supermatter crystal only had 11% integrity left. Her eyes were wide with fear. She ran out of the boss's room to check on the coolant gasses. Something had to be done or the whole crystal would detonate the station.

The canister that was connected to the gas loop was pure plasma. Trisa panicked a bit looking through the lead window. She couldn't enter the room without being bombarded with fatal doses of radiation. She attempted to call out on her radio until a bolt of lightning flashed out from the crystal system and hit her. She fell to the ground unconscious.

Trisa woke up in the hospital in pain. She coughed which only made her pain worsen. She was surrounded by a bunch of medical staff and she saw her boss was laying on another cot in the room his suit was torn open, revealing his chest that had massive burns on it. She looked down and saw she was in her underwear, bandages wrapped around her stomach. One of the nurses told her, “You look fine just some minor burn patches and your good. But the head of security wants to speak to you about what just happened."

She didn't get any words out before she was grabbed by a security guard from behind and hand cuffs were slammed painfully around her wrists behind her back. Dragged out by the back of her wrists she reeled from the pain of everything. “What's going on, I didn't do anything" she protested as her arm was squeezed tighter.

Alarms blared through hallways. Everything looked like it was in slow motion as the red spiraled warning lights flashed on and off. After being dragged a considerable distance she was dragged through two sets of red doors to a short hallway with glass doors lining each side. “Don't move, stand here or things will get worse for you cat." The guard turned and walked back the way he came.

Trisa stood still, looking around to get her bearings from being shuffled through hallways. The only thing she saw was the clown waving at her from behind one of the glass doors. Each room had a small bed in it, it looked like she was in the brig. Panic had her fur on end. She worried if she would be able to get out of here with her life.

The sound of boot stomps was around the corner. A man in a black uniform approached the felinid, he had a nasty scowl on his face that sported black sunglasses. He spoke in a deep pompous manner, “Well looks like bringing a filthy xeno on the station was a terrible idea, I told the brass this would happen." Trisa said, “I didn't do anything!" The man in black just shook his head at her, “Why on earth would I believe a disgusting alien, you came to this station and within a week the crystal is about to blow up. Your lucky medical even saved your life, I asked to leave you for dead. Fuckin' doctors."

“I swear I didn't do anything the chief-" the felinid was cut off. “Enough I don't want to hear your worthless lies xeno. The captain is already interrogating John to see what he knows, he seemed to have spent an awfully lot of time with you, disgusting xenophile. We believe he might shed some light on your true actions." Her heart sank into her stomach, she thought about the horrible things they must have done to him for treating her like an equal. Beating him, or worse.

The head of security walked behind her and toward a man in a blue uniform. His eyes were obscured by aviators and on the top of his head was a green scaled hat. With a sharp salute he greeted him, “Welcome captain, did you have a nice chat with John the botanist?" The captain was also very upset about everything, his uniform was sharp and clean with gold trimmings on the edges, “I did have a word, let me take a look at our alien saboteur." The captain and the head of security stepped forward to interrogate the terrified felinid.

The captain slapped her upside the face, “Who do you really work for?!"

She stuttered back, “I-I d-didn't do anything…"

He pulled her head fur and slammed her down to the steel floor.

Tears started to well up from her terrified eyes, “W-why are you doing this?!"

The captain looked down at her, “John told me everything, he said how you were responsible for the supermatter crystal and the AI's core disappearing."

She looked at him through watery eyes, “I-I didn't…" her voice gave out to bawling heavily.

“Useless fucking alien." The head of security said.

The captain walked off to the interrogation room and opened the door, “Care to reiterate all the crimes the alien has committed?" John exited the room, the look on his face was cold and emotionless. He looked down at the tear stained Trisa, her tail wrapped up around her paws on the ground. She begged to him through a hoarse throat, “P-please t-tell them…" John just shook his head, “From what I remember the felinid had access to the AI core, and the supermatter crystal, and the rest of the station." Her heart shattered.

“Ya hear that alien, I knew giving any of your kind access would result in the station's undoing. I'm going to charge you with the murders of the chief engineer and your so-called coworker..." She looked up at John again, who just stepped back pulling a cigarette while the captain listed off several other deaths. 'He is making me take all the blame for this, he is going to have me killed, was he playing games with me the entire time.' The captain finished off with, “Oh and the murder of the chef."

John interjected, “Actually, he spilled a pitcher of water on a box of monkey cubes. They were quite angry and killed him. I saw the whole thing." The head of security just shrugged, “Anyway… we have enough to condemn her to death and we can just fine her family for the cost of the station's destruction at 50 million." Trisa's said with horror in her voice, “N-no please don't!" She got up and was shoved down again.

John attempted to light his cigarette while they further berated her about how they should execute her. He sighed and tossed it to the ground. The double doors opened, and the head of personnel walked up and joined John. The captain smiled, “Ah just in time, I just need you to be the third party for the sentencing as per protocol."

The head of personnel just nodded his wrinkled eye lids looked more sour than usual. Both the head of security and the captain stepped forward and lifted the cat off the ground. The captain told, “Alright let's go through your last rites, before we just lock you in a cell and leave you to explode on the station. Which is such a waste, I really wouldn't mind having a fur lined collar, or maybe a nice rug." Trisa's heart just broke, she looked past the two of them at John who was talking with the HoP, 'why me?' While the captain was telling her the last thing she would be hearing before being consigned to death.

John asked the HoP, “hey you got an extra lighter?"

He just nodded and opened his uniform.

Her eyes were obscured by tears. She sniffed snot up and just kept her eyes on the man that used her. He had his unlit cigarette in his mouth and his expression on his face was focused. She was used to seeing him with his smug smile or a caring gaze, he used me and then put all the blame on me. She just asked herself, why… Then she watched as John was handed a pistol by the HoP.

Her ears flattened. Both the head of personnel and John leveled pistols at the other two's heads. She opened her mouth as the guns went off, followed by a loud ringing in her ears. The bodies fell to the floor in an instant, dead before they hit the ground. John pumped two more rounds into their skulls. Fragments of bone and blood sprayed everywhere.

The older man sighed, “You finished dumbass? The station is about to explode."

John exhaled heavily, “Yeah, I think I'm good." He slipped the gun into his uniform and rushed over to hug Trisa. “I-I'm sorry for putting you through that." She shook in his grasp, tears still flowed out of her eyes from all her emotions clashing in her head. He grasped her, “You know how hard that was to watch you cry and keep my cover?" Metal handcuffs fell to the floor behind her shortly after.

Trisa stepped back from him, folded her arms around herself and wrapped her tail around her legs defensively, “John, why…"

John sighed before he recoiled from a sharp pain in the back of his head.

The HoP just slapped John's head, “You are the dumbest operative I ever had the displeasure to work with, A. John Surname, the worst counterfeit name ever, B. Getting her involved, nearly blowing our cover, C. murdering extra targets, and lastly D. all those drugs you manufactured on the station."

John turned smugly at the head of personnel, “I told you centcom are filled with the dumbest mother fuckers in the universe and getting on this station was proof. They don't do any level of background checks. And I didn't want her involved that's why I had her in my room when I made my move. And the supermatter stuff was a happy accident by the CE, unless you mean the chef."

The felinid just watched the two humans argue back and forth a bit more before she questioned, “What is going on?!"

John turned back to her, his smug smile disappeared to a concerned frown, “I should have told you last night to stay in my room because of stuff that was going to happen today."

She saw that same glimmer on his face that he always had with her in the garden, she desperately wanted to believe him.

The HoP rolled his eyes, “Enough, you two head to the escape pod. You can talk it out while you get to the syndicate shuttle, I need to be on the emergency shuttle now back to centcom."

John gently grabbed her wrist, “Come with me Trisa, the station isn't going to last much longer."

She went with him, not having the strength to fight back.

They started to head back to the double doors when they spotted the face of the red nosed man behind a glass door. He had his face pressed to the glass making his cheeks puff out with an exhale. “Oh shit, should we leave the clown?" the head of personnel asked. John laughed, “He's a clown, they are always trustworthy." The clown made a motion of zipped lips and throwing away the zipper head.

The clown and the HoP headed off toward departures while Trisa and John ran off toward one of the escape pods. The red lights disoriented her again as they flashed. She was shuffled into a small 2 person craft. The snap of the belt buckle as she was seated. John manipulated the controls in the front seat before the door to the pod hissed shut.

It wasn't long till the pod blasted off of the doomed station. She just quietly stared at the back of John's head. She didn't know what to think about him or the way he manipulated her, 'Was he telling the truth, did he actually care about me?'

The silence was broken by him, “Lex."

The felinid's ears perked up.

“That's my real name." he gave a soft chuckle.

Her voice was weak but in the silence of the pod, but was quite clear, “Are you laughing at me now?"

“No! No… I'm sorry… in human customs John Surname is a very fake generic name, those dumbasses couldn't even tell. It was just a stupid joke I played on them…"

She just looked down at her the burn patches on her fur, the silver sulfadiazine stained her fur on the edges.

“I really should have told you to stay in the room, I was going to get you after I finished with everything, but then I heard what happened and I had to wait to strike."

She felt tears come up again, “Why me? What did I do to deserve all of this?"

Lex spun around on the forward chair to face her, “You didn't deserve any of it, the CE was hit with electric bolt and the engine ran out of control. It happens all the time when the station is operating at peak efficiency. They run it until it blows, it's how these stations always operate."

Trisa folded her body in on itself her knees were held to her face.

“I'm a spy slash assassin, my job was to kill and steal. Mission was going to go off without a hitch… until I heard about what happened to you, so I deviated a bit. My partner who was pretty well integrated with Nanotrasen was already stationed here for a while."

Trisa looked up, “Spy?"

John sighed, “It's a complicated story that dates all the way back to the plasma power grab. But my job was a little more simple, revenge."

Trisa listened intently, her tail swished betraying her eagerness to listen to the story.

He leaned back into the chair, “You know the lizardman that was on this station?" Trisa nodded. “Well, he was placed on that out of the way station because a central command high up wanted to hide his xeno lover. He was only to be stationed here for a few weeks till the investigation was over. By the time it was over the captain on the station turned his tail into a hat." He paused for a moment pulling out another cigarette and then remembered he didn't have a lighter and then tucked it back into his uniform.

“The centcom high up was absolutely livid of what just happened to his lover. He wanted to get revenge but wasn't able to without drawing suspicion. So, he quit Nanotrasen, and joined the syndicate. Giving them, all details he could about current operations and locations. In exchange he gets to live happily with his tailless boyfriend. This is where I come in. He also gets revenge, death to the security agent that beat him and the captain."

She untucked her legs, “So what will you do now that your mission is done?"

He shrugged, “I have to lay low. We are given 6 months till we can accept another job, this one paid quite a lot, 20 million for a mission complete, on top of the stolen nuke disk and AI core. It's split between me and my partner. I also stole 8 million from the slush fund from the station itself, I just charge it as hazard pay. My partner just sat around a desk the entire time."

Her eyes were wide with the amount of money, she was getting next to nothing in comparison.

Lex smiled, “When I stole the money, I also saw payroll. They really love taking advantage of alien ignorance of the systems."

Trisa frowned, 'just another thing she was taken for a ride with.'

He stroked her face, “How about I take you back to your planet, you could go back to your family and never see me again, or we can go on a extended holiday together."

The felinid's heart jumped to her throat, “We can go to that cabin you talked about, maybe visit my family after…"