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It was the first time Richard rested peacefully in a long, long time. No nightmares, no dreams, just Trixi's warm form pressed close to him. He shifted, coming to the waking world. Her silky-smooth fur comforted his skin. Hours of grooming helped keep it that way. The permanent void out the window by his bedside was salted with distant stars filled his vision as he opened his eyes.

"Good morning, Richard," Trixi said, caressing the words to his ear. She was wrapped by one of his arms while her legs straddled his waist, warming his core. "I'd ask if you slept well, but you were smiling the entire time."

He inhaled the cool station's air. The musky scent of their activities clung to the bedding. A slightly offensive odor. He remembered tasting it in the shower, though it was much stronger now. As a downside of being with a xenophilic vulpes, it was minor.

"It was the best night I have ever had." His head rested on her fuzzy head, "What about you, did you sleep well?"

"Magical. I didn't wake up panicking at all."

Richard stroked her back, orange fur gliding between his fingers. He remembered his duties and was going to turn his head to look at the clock. Then her tail swayed up and caressed his whole arm, he didn't want to ruin the moment by knowing when it would end. He stayed where he was, relaxing with the woman he loved.

"What do you need to get done today?"

"Ug."

"What?" Trixi asked pulling her head away, concerned that she said something wrong.

"Nothing, it's fine. I just remembered I have to go back to Dr. Plano today to adjust my spine."

"That doesn't sound too bad. In, walk around a bit and walk out."

"And I have to talk to the captain about the Nanotrasen VIPs that are coming to inspect the station, make sure things are inspection ready when they arrive."

"Nanotrasen VIPs? what are they inspecting?" Richard's eyes shot open. He'd forgotten that he wasn't supposed to mention that. She picked up on his sudden surprised look. "When are they going to arrive?"

It would be best if he just was honest with her. The last time he didn't tell her the truth it didn't go well. "They wish to speak with me about the attack. The mouth breathers probably want to congratulate me or something. It's not that important." He twisted his head to the pillow and her muzzle rested under his chin. She nuzzled him. "Don't tell anyone about it please, Martinez told me it was top secret. okay?"

"Oh, okay."

"It's nothing you need to worry yourself about." Richard stroked her for a few more minutes until his alarm started to chime. No matter what sound he set the thing to, it always grew to irritate him.

Trixi helped him out of bed by handing him his crutches. The confidence he had with the alcohol was replaced with a headache. Slow and steady they washed clean from the experiences of the night before. Trixi had taken a significantly longer time, complaining about the stickiness that coated her inner thigh fur.

"This stuff got everywhere last night."

"It has been a while." Richard was standing, swaying gently back and forth struggling to maintain balance. He needed to exercise more to get better control.

"My sister always said how human cum is thicker than our kind. But because we can't lock together, it leaks out."

Richard chuckled at the strange relationship she had with her sibling. Then again humans are probably just as strange to them, hiding sexual conversation, even between partners at times. His attention was drawn down to her as she pressed her soapy fur to his lower back. Reminding him of just how short she really was. Constantly looking her in the eye while sitting changed his perspective a little.

"Do you want me to scrub you like I always do?" Her blue eyes stared up at him, she looked like she was crying from all the water.

"No, we'll be late for the first visit if we do. Dr. Plano is an early riser. Such a strange doctor."

"Haha. You're one to talk. I stopped you from getting out to exercise countless times."

Trixi ducked under Richard's legs to get into the full cascade of the showerhead. The soap rinsed off revealing her slick shining fur. It was difficult to not admire the vulpes, she was so beautiful. His body was beaten and scarred beyond recognition, meanwhile, her fur and body were pristine. He wondered if it would be like that forever, or if something or someone would come along and make her just as broken and bitter as himself. He contemplated that the entire time she scrubbed the suds from her body.

They dried themselves off, Richard taking no time at all. He got to his knee stumbling and landing slightly harder than he anticipated drawing in a sharp breath of pain as he landed.

"Are you okay?"

He groaned holding the towel in his hand, "I'll be alright." He tossed the fabric over her head and started to ruffle it up drying her off.

"Thanks…" Trixi said unamused.

"You know you don't need to come with me, you can return to your duties."

The towel was pushed away, and Trixi handed him his crutch so that he could push himself up. "Not a chance, if something happened to you while you were walking, it'd be my fault. I'm supposed to help you until you recover fully. That's what the captain ordered."

The captain did say that. Richard wasn't sure if the man did that for his safety or other reasons. In any case, he smiled at the sight of her pouting face, blue eyes creased with frustration. "Well, you can't disobey the captain. That would be a dereliction of duties, I'd have to lock you up for that."

She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead and twisted up in an overly dramatic fashion. "Oh no, I'd be handcuffed with no defense against the security department's leader. He'd probably strip me of my belongings and put me in the glass hold with no way to cover myself." She sashayed her tail as she spun, lifting a leg up into the air in a pretend faint. Flashing her dark privates as intended.

Richard laughed at the overdramatic display, "We should get dressed. We'll be late, and I know the CMO is waiting in the wing to get up my ass about something. Roma gave her a hard time. she probably can't wait to get revenge on me."

"That fossil gives me the creeps."

"That sums it up quite well."

Dr. Plano was surprised to see the vulpes in the office with the HoS, the two were wearing their off-duty civilian coveralls. He looked at the little orange alien with a curious face then back at Richard.

"Are you sure you want her in here?"

"It's fine, she's helping with my recovery."

"Well, I'm going to have you strip so that I can examine your muscle contractions as you walk, are you sure that's okay."

Richard looked over at the vulpes who has seen him naked quite often. "She's my girlfriend."

The vulpes' tail twitched happily. She blushed through her fur as he spoke the words to the doctor.

"That makes more sense, the questions she asked aligned to a concerned wife." Dr. Plano faced the alien sitting next to the examination table. "Might I ask what your job designation on this station?"

"Clown." She didn't break her joyous attitude as she answered, her tail fidgeting non-stop.

The doctor did a double-take. "An alien wife isn't unheard of. But a clown with a head of security."

Richard shook his head chuckling to himself about the absurdity himself. "She's stronger than she appears. She wore me down fast."

"I bet, vulpes' are quite energetic."

"Are you a xenobiologist too Dr. Plano?" Trixi asked curiously, her face showing embarrassment as they spoke about her.

"Minor study. I'm going to be helping Dr. Manit after this appointment."

Richard's head perked up. Perfect, he can get some insight on the situation in the xeno level. He rolled his shoulders and spoke in a calm voice. "I hope that you can sort things out up there. My second in command was having a difficult time trying to get any assistance helping out the lizardmen."

"The CMO tried to prevent me from heading up there, she wanted me to instruct the surgeons how my prosthetics work and methods for installing nerve bionics. But the captain already gave me the orders of what I'm to do while on station."

Richard sighed with relief. Allison pulled out all the stops to prevent treatment of the lizardmen. "Thank you, doctor. Please let Roma or me know if you need any assistance, we owe our lives to the aliens."

"Don't mention it, now go ahead and strip so I can get the readings."

The examination went better than expected. The doctor watched the muscle groups contract. He waved the handheld reader to double-check his findings. No adjustments were needed. Richard stumbled a little walking unassisted, but the doctor told him that with a little practice he should be able to run squat, and jump like he used to. Eventually, he would surpass his old reflexes.

"Alright, just a few more questions, no loss of bladder control or sphincter control?" Richard shook his head. "Good, good. How about sexual desires. Have they returned?" Richard nodded, though they never really left when he was injured, it was a mild annoyance while he was around the hypersexual fox. "Good. And the sexual activities, did everything feel like they used to?" Trixi turned her head toward Richard wondering the same. Richard blushed, not sure if he wanted to discuss such matters with someone else.

Dr. Plano saw the hesitation in Richard's face, "It's safe to answer, you wouldn't believe how many cross-species relationships I've seen, even in the inner sphere. I'm just going to check off the box that says things are working."

He was put on the spot and pursed his lips before answering, "Uh… great, I would say."

The doctor just checked off his list, "Great, I think that covers it. Go ahead and start the exercises and I'll see you tomorrow bright and early."

Richard hopped off the table and started to dress. The only thing he hated about the next visit was the 'bright and early part. He hasn't been able to return to his normal routine in such a long time. Before the pair left the examination office Richard asked the doctor, "Mind telling me about the situation in xeno level tomorrow? I've been wanting to check out the place myself. It would help ease my mind knowing how things are going."

"I don't see why not. The station's security is your duty after all."

With all that out of the way, Richard and Trixi left the medical bay. Trixi was practically skipping the entire way down the hallway. She was over the moon. Richard was lagging taking steps cautiously.

"Can you open the bridge door for me?"

Trixi swiped her ID and the door hissed open to the dark command room. He stepped in slowly, holding himself up with the crutches. Ali was sitting at the console looking things over and greeted Richard and Trixi with a smile.

"Great to see you two. You're looking well."

"Thank you, boss, I've been working hard to make sure he doesn't injure himself more," Trixi said still in the warm glow of what her boyfriend said.

The head of security wasn't here for social business. He wanted to ask the captain some questions. He concentrated on the task at hand. "Is the captain around?"

"He's in his office."

The man stood quickly and buzzed the door telling the speaker that Richard wished to see him. The door hissed open, and the captain bellowed out his invitation. "You can join me." There wasn't any humor in his voice. Something was wrong.

Richard set the crutches aside and started to walk on his own two feet. As slow as he did in the doctor's office. Trixi quickly grabbed the crutches and followed behind silently. She wanted to tell him to use his crutches, but she couldn't speak. The air was strange. Richard's demeanor was completely different, shoulders squared, eyes narrowed and focused.

Something gripped Richard as he stepped through the door. He shot his hand up stopping the vulpes from entering. She tilted her head in confusion wondering what was going on. The door sealed, separating the two.

The captain's office had shelves littered with memorabilia of stations past. On one wall had a portrait of several men, all wearing the captain's uniform. In the center was younger baby-faced Martinez bright-eyed and smiling as he usually was. Martinez himself was sitting on the opposite end of the desk, the smile wiped clean with a somber look under his bushy beard.

"Richard, I'm glad you could make it." There was a file in the center of the table with the CMO's full name. "I need you to cease your investigation."

"Sir?" Richard crooked his eyebrow.

"Please, just don't go after her. Some men coming to deal with it." He stood up and walked toward the portrait. "It's my fault for not checking deep enough."

"What did you find? Let me help." Richard stepped forward and rolled his ankle, spraining it with a painful thump as he fell to the floor.

The captain hurried to his side to help him up. "It's alright, you don't need to do anything, everything is going to be taken care of. The butcher will be dealt with."

Richard turned his head to the round captain. The name didn't ring any bells. "Who?" There was a deafening silence as he was placed in the office chair across from his desk. Once they were both seated, he explained what he found.

"It's in this file I compiled. When I took over this station, I didn't do a background check on the staff already employed here. Foolishly thinking they were all clear of crimes." He opened the folder revealing photographs, criminal record sheets, and several logos for defunct organizations known for organ harvesting, kidnapping, and trafficking. "She has been hiding on this station for longer than I been a captain. A Nanotrasen administration hid her here many years ago."

"Are they going to do anything?"

"I told you. Men are taking care of it. Nanotrasen internal affairs said they will scrub her. They already found the scum that hid her."

He slid the criminal record sheet off revealing another photograph of three men and a younger Allison. They were standing over a dissected lizardman, his scaled skin was split open and pinned to dissection vinyl. The lizardman's eyes were wide open, tears stained its scales. Richard gritted his teeth at the sight. The smiles on their faces had him clench his knuckles white.

"They were experimenting on the lizardmen. A vestigial organization from a colony destroyed in the human lizard war."

"After all these years, there are still people wanting revenge."

Richard was shown other photographs and documents. They revealed the other groups seeking the extermination of alien races. She apparently had a little hand in all of it and in the process of her experiments, she sold organs on the side to researchers in the inner sphere for xenobiology making her very wealthy.

In hopes to bridge the gap between humans and the rest of the universe they mistakenly bought organs forcibly removed from their owners.

"Can I just kill her?"

Martinez shook his head slowly. "I wish we could, internal affairs said they need to watch her for a while. All her communications have been tapped. If others are hiding like her, they will find them. This is much bigger than us."

Richard grumbled relaxing his fists that wanted to smash her head into the corner of a steel table.

"If the news got out that Nanotrasen is harboring these people it could start another human lizard war. And with how many lizardmen are employed with Nanotrasen, it would cause a significant backlash. The company would rather just bury everything and silently exterminate the problem. They already took out her former boss."

He pushed a glass tablet forward that was already open on a news article that read, 'Planetary CEO Sueaz Died from Mysterious Heart Condition.' Richard shrugged, it was good to know that Nanotrasen is doing something right for a change.

"And with that, my friend and colleague just got promoted to that same position."

Richard chuckled at how the gears of Nanotrasen moved. Everything was going to work itself out it seemed, which relaxed the man further.

"So, I have your confidence that you won't do any further investigating."

"Saves me the trouble sir."

"Good." Martinez breathed with relief, closing the incriminating document. Once it was closed and shuffled aside a bright smile took the man's face. "It's good to see you up and walking around Richard."

The men exchanged for a while longer, the serious miasma lifted away. Along with it, Richard's stress of the job. The air felt cooler, and his ankle thumped softly with every heartbeat. He remembered the other important matter that needed discussing.

"What do I need to do for the VIPs?"

The captain laughed, jiggling his large belly. "Don't worry yourself about that Richard. Ali and I have everything under control. Just relax, you earned it."

Trixi waited patiently outside the door, arms holding both crutches. She didn't move from the spot just outside the door. Ali tried chatting, but she didn't respond. She felt something was wrong, her tail trashed nervously behind her. Then the door opened.

The two were smiling and talking about Richard's plans once he fully recovered. It didn't take long until she noticed Richard was not putting weight on one foot.

"You're hurt!"

"Ah, yeah, I sprained my ankle."

She handed him the crutches. Her ears laid back as she scolded the man, "Stop putting unnecessary strain on yourself. You need to heal properly."

"Ho! You should listen to her Richard. She's perfect for the duty." The captain said warmly, quelching the humming of the computers in the room.

Richard shared in the laughter and patted the vulpes on the head, "Thank you. I'll make sure I won't do any more reckless activity."

"Good." She looked at the two and saw the change in attitude. Richard relaxed on his crutches and the captain's voice was jolly once again. "What were you two talking about?"

The captain answered the question before Richard could come up with an excuse. "It's classified, nothing to worry about."

Trixi remembered the conversation she had in bed. The 'non-issue' that worried Richard. She nodded along and played dumb. "Oh, okay." She smiled at Richard thinking she did a great job at keeping the secret.

Back in the HoS' office, the two settled in. It had been quite an eventful morning for Richard. He kicked off his shoes letting his swollen ankle breathe. Trixi rummaged through her belongings and moved them into his private quarters.

As she moved her stuff he wondered if he should fill out the paperwork to have joint quarters. He started to look through the mile-long list of forms on his PDA to see if there was any regulation on that. Usually, individuals would live together for a year, transfer to another station, and then marry each other by the time the notification of joining quarters was processed. Such is the speed of bureaucracy and pointless middle management positions.

He ignored it after passing through forms on his PDA. No sense in bothering with something that will get lost in transportation. No one will care enough to report the discrepancy.

The concerned vulpes stopped her migration to inspect his ankle, "You want me to get an ice pack for your foot, it looks bad."

"I just have to stay off it. You can continue what you're doing."

She continued to file in and out of his room, she didn't have that many things, but she was small and couldn't carry much. He searched his PDA for something that the captain mentioned, 'The Butcher'. A vague name for a wanted criminal. Might not even be a name, judging by the acts. Wouldn't hurt to check.

With his access to human criminal records, he searched. The first result for inner sphere crime displayed some low-level bandits, aliases they gave themselves. The second attempt on the outer rim was an actual butcher that evaded taxes. He expanded his search and looked up the former CEO that died from a heart attack. Sueaz was clean, Nanotrasen didn't want anyone to find out about this.

"Who's Sueaz?" Trixi's head was next to his as he pondered his PDA.

"Nobody. Just looking at things." Her blue eyes stared into him. Nanotrasen wouldn't like it if he was poking around corpses. Allison was a dead woman either way. Trixi nuzzled him.

"I'm all finished with my stuff. So, what do you want to do?"

The case was clearly larger than Richard could comprehend. Who knows what they would do if they thought he was in the way? He didn't want harm to come to Trixi. The program was closed and left alone. There were more important people to worry about. "Let's head to the holodeck so I can exercise."

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The holodeck was set to a green grassy field. The artificial wind blew the grass in shimmering waves. It was the same field Trixi was trained with her practice laser. She sat on the grass and breathed in the warm air.

Richard tossed his crutches to the ground and then laid on his back. Avoiding putting weight on his injured ankle. He started doing crunches bringing his knee to his elbow as instructed. They were slow but methodical.

Trixi just watched the man, the determination on his face was pinpointed like a laser. She swiped her paw in a square and searched for something. The outfit that materialized around her was magnificent. A rashine from her planet.

A large square of silk with a sash for a belt, it looped and folded under her tail creating a dress that left the sides open for airflow, perfect for warm summers for a furry species. Her head popped out of the top hole. The only thing left to do was to lose the coveralls and underwear.

The exercises went by quickly, he had to stop several times as he kneed his elbows quite hard. He moved on to crossing and uncrossing his legs. Then Trixi began to hum swaying in the tall grass.

She was beautiful. The first time he saw her wear something that was her size. Her real body. All the human clothing was too big on her small frame. Her slim body walked on the grass with a dancing grace. The wind whipped the fabric, clinging to her fluffy body. The feminine curve of her waist and hips were exposed in the bright light. Her claws flexed on the grass at the bottom of the dress. Every orange follicle on her body was accentuated by the white cloth.

Trixi blushed slightly as he looked her up and down. She cupped her cheeks and curled her black lips. "This is the rashine we wear casually."

Richard stood, legs exhausted in a tremble. She did a pirouette, the excess fabric hanging from her wrists swayed gently behind. The cloth parted at the side of her legs, showing off her thighs. She wasn't just beautiful, she was gorgeous. None of the human clothing did her justice.

He was at loss for words.

She let out a giggle as he shook on his legs. He wanted to run up and pick her up and twirl her around but was too slow to make such an advance. He settled for just kneeling and opening his arms.

She skipped over and embraced him in a warm hug. The hologram fabric clipped through his body breaking the illusion that she was wearing clothing at all. His hands roamed her back feeling the soft warm fur underneath, it trailed even further down to her tail.

"Want to have sex here?" She asked with a lewd smile on her face.

"Well, aren't you just upfront about everything."

"Hah! We're in a sun-filled field, I'm already naked and can barely walk straight myself. If this isn't the perfect setting, I don't know what is."

"We'll have to clean up afterward."

"I'm fine with that. Now let me strip you."

Trixi unzipped his coveralls, peeling off his clothing revealing his scarred chest and back. Tracing her claw across his chest she paused for a moment when she moved around to his back. Every time she looked at it she winced. Large cuts etched into the flesh, and then the large white discolored slash at his lower back. A permanent bad memory embedded in his body. She had him lay on his back so she could remove the rest of his uniform. When his cock popped free, she couldn't help but bury her snout into it.

The light warmed his skin. He felt like a king, relaxed and in charge of his land. No demons barking at the door, just him and her. A quiet peace overtook him.

She took a moment longer to appreciate his body. She flicked off her clothing and it evaporated into white light as it vanished off her fur. She could feel her growing arousal as she rubbed her body on his.

The two cuddled together, drawing out moans from her muzzle. She rested on his chest feeling his skin. His fingers glided down her back to her tail. He felt the warm entrance between her legs and fondled the folds gently. With a quickened gasp she was brought to a climax as his fingers touched her throbbing clitoris.

"You have a quick trigger." Richard teased as he removed his wet fingers.

"Not. Fair. I..." she caught her breath, "been on edge the entire time we cuddled."

He smiled and held her body close, her legs stretching down to fondle his cock. His breath slowed and he closed his eyes, accepting the fake sunlight as if it were the real deal.

"Plus, you humans always have such longevity in bed. Now get hard so I can feel you inside me again." Her tail wagged tapping his sides with each swing.

Richard stared up at the cloudless blue sky as he rubbed her sun-warmed fur and thanks to her paws, he had more than enough stimulation to be rigid. She felt the hard member behind her, but before she got up, he held her and kissed her. Her tail stopped wagging and rose parallel to her back. When they parted, she covered her genitals hiding how aroused she really was.

She squatted down on him, going further than she did the night before. Richard held her hips as she dipped down, her flexible legs split around his pelvis. She moved up and down slowly. Her tight entrance held on for the ride. "Yes, this feels just right."

She was teasing him with her slow gyrations. He didn't know if it was on purpose or if she was on the verge of pain. Her entrance was so tight and hot he couldn't tell. Then she moaned loudly, "Mmmm, Yes!" He could feel her vaginal walls clamp down around him, she came again, letting out a sharp howl into the endless field. The vulpes dropped, collapsing onto him.

"Are you finished?" Richard looked down at her with worry that she didn't have the stamina to keep up. He then wondered how he performed last night and if the alcohol affected his perception of how things went.

Trixi inhaled sharply and righted herself. She was still impaled by his hard cock. "You're… still… hard?"

"Yes… Do you want me to stop?" he was worried to push the vixen any further.

"No, please don't. Just… Roll me over and thrust into me."

She smiled wide in her usual manner, but this wasn't a joking matter. If he pushed too hard it could seriously hurt her. He held onto her hips and rolled on top of her, his shaft half-buried in her swollen spade.

He pushed his hips forward. She arched her back as her oversensitive clit was rubbed on the inside. Eyes rolled in the back of her head as he thrust inside her, not going all the way but enough to drive himself closer. Difficult to say as the only reactions he got were more high pitch barks and a flailing tail.

He sped up and the flailing stopped. She desperately clung to the grass with her claws as her body was pushed further. Then the sounds stopped, and her tongue lolled out. Her tight orgasming opening sent him over the edge, he grunted and pushed deeper until he felt a hard resistance. A shiver of pain crept up her body, it mixed with the euphoria as her womb was filled with hot fluid.

She held tightly onto the ground, legs twitching on his flanks. She screeched until she was out of breath. He emptied himself into her and then pulled out. His first concern was solely on her. He couldn't bask in his own relief until he checked over her body. Thankfully there was no blood.

"Are… you… okay?" Richard asked with a shallow breath.

She just raised a paw and gave him a thumbs-up, her tongue bobbing out the side of her muzzle. They embraced each other and cuddled as her heart settled down from the activity.

"That was very different than last night," Trixi said laying on his chest.

"It had been a while since I had sex, last night I probably came quickly."

"I don't know why. You're pretty much perfect, all the other girls talk about you."

He sighed, wanting nothing to do with those women. "They're difficult."

"Their loss. I won't be letting you go."

They were lost in thought as his hand wandered in her fur. In his post nut clarity, he wondered how their relationship would continue. Should he send her planetside to keep her safe, away from the conflicts, or if he should keep her in his quarters so that he had something to look forward to off shift.

The fox was also thinking, "That's good. You won't abandon me for the next piece of tail when the time suits you."

That comment insulted the man. "Why would I cheat?"

"Oh… sorry, I didn't mean it that way. Male vulpes tend to screw around behind the females' backs, especially during mating season."

Richard frowned at the idea. "That's normal?"

"Yes"

"Must have a lot of single mothers on your planet."

"No, there's mineral water that stops pregnancy. We just drink it before our heat cycles."

Richard thought for a moment, not sure what kind of birth control that would be. She did mention that she goes through phases before mating, "Did you drink the medication before your heat started?"

"Of course not."

His eyes shot open, the demi-human her sister had boiled in the back of his mind. "Uh, so you could potentially get pregnant?"

"No, I said it was a fox heat. A fake heat." She let out a chirp and shrill sound in her language. Repeating the word in her tongue.

"You mean faux?"

"What? Is that how it's pronounced?" Richard nodded, chuckling at her confusion. "But there is an 'x' in it."

"Blame Jacques for that."

"Common is weird. If you could hear our high-pitched language, I could teach you mine."

"Bakes said the same thing. Human language is pretty monotone."

She rested her back on his stomach and stared at the cloudless blue vista. "Do you want children?"

The question hit him in the gut. He wanted to have children with Rebecca many years ago. The very question pulled at his mind. Then the chain of events that brought him here was pulled taut. Every change Trixi effected in his life flashed in front of him.

"Something wrong?"

Richard coughed, "Huh?"

She repeated herself but this time she rolled to her stomach looking up at him with her curious crystal eyes. "Do you want Children?"

"I don't know," Richard said honestly. Bringing another human into the universe was one thing, but to have a hybrid was something he never thought about. Would they be stuck between two species unable to navigate life? The thought terrified him, and he pushed it away.

"Oh." There was a sad trill in her voice.

"It's complicated." He knew that wouldn't ease her. But what else would he say? He's unsure of the child's future. He knew next to nothing of hybrids, he never met one. It was only in the past 20 years when the first hybrid was born, and the worthless governing bodies still haven't made a ruling if they counted as human. His mind raced through all the horrible things humans have done just because of slight differences as he lay naked in a peaceful artificial setting.

"Do you want to talk about it? It's okay if you say 'no'. I won't leave you." Her arm stretched up and caressed his cheek with the backside of her paw.

He chuckled to himself. They weren't together that long and she is already talking about children. He smiled at her, "Ask again in a year. I'll give you my answer." Not answering 'no' would be sufficient. It would give him time to think on it and now she's smiling, the sadness once again banished.

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Once they returned to his quarters Richard was spent. He went through just about every human emotion that day. He ate some of the takeout Trixi got him and he swallowed his medication. He grumbled as he was handed his many bottles, reminded of his late father who aged like the grace of a space hulk. But the pain medication knocked him out quickly.

She tucked him in and was on her own for the evening. A beaming smile on her energetic muzzle. She decided to do some pranking in the lull after the day shift. She threw on her clown makeup and got into costume. It was time to spend some quality time with the crew.

Trixi dashed through the halls, happier than a drunken space pilot. Dressed up for some shenanigans. After she was plowed like a field in a field, she had the focus to do her job. Her first stop was to check on Wilma, she was so kind to Trixi getting all the food for Richard the entire time he was indisposed. It's only fair that the vixen comes and helps her out.

Upon crossing the backroom to the kitchen, she started to make her recipe, some fish fillet soup. Water and fillet of salmon to make a nice fishy broth. That was the extent of her own cooking ability. After that, it was pretty much whatever she could get her gloved paws on. She searched the freezer to see if there were other meats she could add.

She loved having access to the entire station. Not taking full advantage of her special circumstance looking after her boyfriend. She made a mental note to check on the pilot monkey later. It's always a good idea to make sure it's still on fire in the plasma combustion chamber. The engineers would always yell at her to 'Wear protective gear please' and 'Get out'. She was always behind the safety lines, what's there to worry about?

Trixi rummaged through the meat locker and found some frozen hamburgers. A few patties were chucked into the pot and with a wag of her tail, she had enough for the meal. Then she deviated a bit, opening the fridge she chucked one egg into her maw and then another into the pot. Munching on the shell and the juicy protein as the other egg splattered into the pot shell and all.

Then for the untraditional soup ingredients. She found an unprotected jar of peanut butter and some sticks of butter. Her little experiment of things she liked, the ingredients was chucked willy-nilly inside. The once pristine pot with two clean cuts of salmon was now a disgusting brown slop. Soon to become a warm disgusting brown slop as the heat was applied. She grabbed a stool and her tail swayed around back and forth as she stirred the goop.

Wilma was working the counter, taking orders from the crew when her nose picked up the smell of some indescribable horror.

"Trixi? Goddammit not again!"

"Hey there, I'm cookin' something up." It was clear from the black smoke that was rising out of the pot she had no idea what she was making. The pot was quickly removed from the heat source. The chef nearly vomited as it was dumped into the sink, clogging the drain.

"I thought you were supposed to be helping the HoP."

"He's sleeping so I thought I'd help out again."

Wilma rubbed her temples and sighed. "Fine. Go take orders, I don't want you burning more food."

"Sure thing!" The excited vulpes jumped off the stool and manned the counter. The customers she did get were all quite annoyed as the clown honked her bike horn after making puns with every order. Honk! This continued until the womanizing portly man approached the counter, wanting to order a date with the chef.

"Hey, there clown. Go get Wilma for me. I want to let her know she's gonna be spending some time with me after work."

This wasn't the first time the balding man approached the chef. Trixi wasn't sure how he managed to survive this long. The officers usually beat the shit out of people like this. His position wasn't clear to Trixi, even though she worked in the services department it was separate from the rest, below everyone.

"I'm sorry, but I spoke to the HoS, and he said that you're so fat that you're now to be classified as light industrial equipment. So you'll be spending the night in engineering to get preventative maintenance done." Trixi smiled at the disgusting individual. Her sensitive nose already picked up that the man didn't bathe.

"That's no way to speak to me! I still outrank you in this department, even if you got that lazy cushy position in the security department."

Trixi rolled her eyes at the blow heart. "I don't care if you were the captain. No man as fat as you should be holding up a food line, that long." She pointed to the line of crewmates behind him. Each one looked more annoyed the further back they were.

The chef chuckled from behind the grill. "Go ahead and tell him off, I told him a hundred times, I'm not interested."

"Come on baby, I'm perfect for you. I got the moves to prove it." He then started to thrust his gullet out as he gyrated his hips.

The strange mating dance disgusted the vixen. "Someone call security, we got a space manatee in the cafeteria. He's starved for vacuum and needs to be let out." The patient crew laughed as the clown honked her bike horn. Honk!

The man was quite agitated as he was clowned on. "Don't make me jump over the counter and yank your tail."

Trixi shook her head giggling to herself at how easy he's making these jokes out to be. "You want me to ask the AI to disable the gravity to help with that? Scratch that. If it did that, your gravity would pull everyone in."

The man continued to berate the clown, but she was pounding the steel counter laughing at her own humor. Then a sharp pain was pulled on her backside, "Yap!" The greaseball nabbed her tail from over the counter and pulled her up over the other side.

He fumed, "I still need to get you back for that pie incident."

Trixi tried to wiggle free, but it only caused her to hurt more. She let out more shrill barks of pain, dangling from his sausage-like fingers.

Wilma and other crewmates commanded him to let her go. He just laughed at the gestures, "She's a clown, they're punching bags for the rest of the crew. Remember the last clown, he was beaten constantly."

"I wouldn't mess with that vulpes idiot, the HoS is going to kill you!" One of the crewmates yelled out from the back.

"You think he cares about aliens?" He studied the vulpes who was swinging wildly. "Nah, I don't believe it." He dropped her to the ground with a painful thud.

Trixi immediately checked her tail to see if it was broken. After everything checked out, she looked up at the man. "Good, you didn't get grease on my fur, I'd have to shave it off if it got contaminated by you." There was a cheeky smile on her muzzle which upset the man even more. She noticed a red uniformed officer standing behind the man.

"Why you ugly little foxkin." The crowd was silent as he reared his hoof back aimed at Trixi's stomach. She didn't break the smile on her face as his foot came forward.

"That's enough." The aggressor had his arms wrenched back and cuffed. His uniform stretched around his gut as it was pulled tight. He shouted profanities the entire time while the officer effortlessly handled it. "Are you okay, Trixi?"

"Don't worry about it Philhouse. I'm fine. just a little roughed up."

The helmeted man nodded, glad to see Trixi relatively unharmed. "Good, don't need another injury in the security department, we got our fill of those as is." He turned toward the crowd of rubbernecking crew and yelled at them to get back to what they were doing while he carried the now silent man away.

"I didn't think he would do that. The guy looked pathetic." Wilma said peeking over the counter.

"It's alright. I had it coming eventually, being away from everyone I forget to keep out of reach of people."

The chef looked over with pity, "I don't envy your job."

"It's for the best, if you had my job then I would have your job. Then I'd probably find a way to burn the station in the vacuum of space." She picked up her bike horn and gave it a little squeeze. Honk!

Trixi continued to help the chef take orders until Wilma remembered something. "Oh shoot, the security officers order." She pointed to several to-go bags of food sitting under the little heat lamp.

"I can take care of that. Let me deliver it to them."

"You're a lifesaver, thanks Trixi."

The bags were snagged and cradled in the vulpes' arms. Her shoes squeaked down the hallway toward security carrying the food. It was kind of strange that they ordered everything at once, usually, they just head to the cafeteria and relax or take their food to the private breakroom security had.

Upon entering security there wasn't a single soul. The breakroom was empty, the armory was empty, and the lockers were empty. The only one in the hallway was the moron that was locked up. Trixi turned toward the criminal behind the reinforced glass holding cell. Just the sight of him had her ears laid back defensively. "Where's security?"

"Beat it, clown, it's your fault I'm in here."

Trixi rolled her eyes. Her tail still ached from him yanking her around like a yo-yo. "Tell me and I'll forgive you, Richard will let you go with a warning."

He sighed annoyed, it was better than the alternative of demotion and possibly getting his teeth broken on a storage container. "He left for the medical wing. He was in a hurry to push me in here. Bruised the crap out of my back."

"Well, you deserve it." Trixi softened her expression, he was no threat, just another angry human. "Thank you, I'll hold my end of the bargain."

With tired arms, the vulpes squeaked into the reception for medical. The blond woman sighed upon seeing the clown stumbling around with an arm full of burgers and fries for the security officers.

"Delivery for security."

She pushed the button and stared back at her desk, "They're in medical, help yourself."

Trixi squeaked down med bay looking for the humans, her nose picked up all the security officer's scent. The area wasn't well-traveled, so it was easy to pick up. Her shoes echoed through the empty halls causing a helmeted Roma to peak around the corner. He jumped out directly in front of the vulpes and grabbed the food.

"Thanks, Trixi, we-" He paused for a moment.

"Don't mention it. I'm always glad to help." She punctuated the statement with a honk of her bike horn. Honk!

"Right…" He looked around frantically. "I'll deliver it to the men, you can go back to the HoS."

"Is everything all right?"

The man nodded. "Yeah, everything is fine. Just want to make sure Richard is taken care of."

"He's sleeping, I was helping the chef, but you look like you need help."

As she said that the captain stepped forward out of the room. "Ho! Don't worry yourself about that Trixi. We are fine here, go and head to the bar. I'm sure the crew misses you."

She placed a paw on her forehead as she remembered happy hour has started. "Oh, right. Thanks, captain!"

Once she was gone the captain's smile evaporated. "That was close."

"Sorry sir, I didn't know what to say."

"It's fine, I just hope none of this reaches Richard."