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"Finally!" Ilaria walked right up to the cougar that was handling the Starbreeze's customs case as he entered the airlock. "So, we've sat here hours after only a few dozen words between us. Tell me you're here to help."

"You're the captain, I take it?" The dock worker waited in the airlock as a courtesy, but extended a paw. "I'm Walt Hughes."

"Yeah, I'm Commander Rihzyet. Call me Ari." The otter shook the cougar's paw, freaking him out a bit when his paw pad met artificial skin. "Oh, yeah—fake arm. So, how do we get some repairs ordered? We don't exactly need to disembark."

"That's not why I'm here. As mentioned earlier, you didn't send a valid serial number for your ship." Walt pulled up a some forms on a holographic clipboard and presented them. "We'll have to detain your crew and turn you over to the authorities if we can't verify your flight status and origin. So, is there a reason your serial number doesn't even follow a standard format?"

"About that..." Ari ran with a white lie and pulled up her less-advanced tablet, offering the operating statistics of her ship. "The Starbreeze is an experimental design. There's not even a week on her total deployment time."

"Ah, that explains the odd format. You eggheads like your proprietary systems." Walt tapped a few checkboxes and moved to the next question on his list. "So that puts us about thirty questions ahead. Now then... If you're using an authorized prototype, your ship computer should be able to verify the private status of the registration. May I access the main core?"

"...Sure." Ari led the cougar to a terminal, logged herself in, gave control to the smaller fur, and then shot a security camera a concerned glance. "We'll give you ~whatever information you need~, Mister Hughes."

After only a short delay, Ashe started tapping away on her laptop just around the corner, thankfully her falsified information appearing fast enough that the terminal only appeared to be lagging. "Wow. This really is a prototype, huh? Must be tough working with unstable systems." Walt scrolled through the invented temporary private registration details until he was satisfied. "Everything looks in order here. So, next up is..." He glanced down to his digital forms to the one remaining option. "Ah, the reason for leaving your private airspace, please."

"Same reason we need repairs. Our test led to an engine failure." Ari took a breath and bought a fraction of time to elaborate. "We would have endangered our ground crew if we tried turn back for a landing, so we headed straight until we reached this port."

"Ah, alright. Safety first." Walt double-checked his forms, then nodded as he headed for the airlock. "We're all good here. I might have mentioned this, but as you don't have identification we can't allow your crew beyond the international areas of the city. You'll need security documents to pass through into local territory. Any questions?"

"Just two. What are the docking fees, and who do I contact about the repairs?"

"Fees? I couldn't tell you, actually. We've long since been billing directly to parent corporations as standard, so I don't think a fur has physically seen those numbers in decades outside of court cases. We've already established a credit for Mishibura International, Commander, so no need to fret about that." The cougar opened the airlock and stepped outside, then extended a paw to his left with a smile. "Great timing, Pat. Commander, Mister Winchester is our director here, as well as a good mechanic himself. He'll be supervising your repairs."

Ari's eyes shot wide as the native version of her father-inLaw entered the airlock. "About time for you to clock out, Walt. Tip a hat to the wife for me?"

"Sure thing, mate. Have a smooth one this time, yeah?"

Patrick nodded and waved as the cougar walked off. "So, you've got a spanner in the gears? I noticed one of your engines is buggered from just a glance."

"Uh... Yeah, we hit some debris during a test. We've also got a leak somewhere in the aft hold, down in the ventral deck." Ari pulled up a sideways cutaway schematic of the Starbreeze up on her tablet and highlighted the area. "We're still draining water from that hold though, so I'd start with the engine pod."

"I'll make sure my guys have leak detection gear ready for later then—"

"Oi, dad! I've never seen a beaut like this before!" Ari's heart sank at the familiar voice, but she managed to steel her resolve somehow once the native Robyn slipped in beside her father. "Ah, this the captain? I'll take all the right pride in patching your ship, madam."

"Robyn, we were... Ah, blunt it. Ferret out the internal access for the engines while I scrounge up a crew for ya'. Cheery?"

"Aye, dad. Cheery." Robyn smiled and stepped into the hallway for a better look at the Starbreeze. "So you care to lead me around or what, Cap'n?"

Prisma flickered into view on the airlock controls and offered, "I could always show you which way to go. I'm planning on exploring though, so you'll have to make due without my physical shell."

"You've a mighty believable computer there, Cap'n. It's quite the looker, too. It a new model?"

"I'm a 'she', if you'd please."

Robyn squinted at the displeased expression the AI flaunted and was taken back a bit. "That's... Are you lot testing a preliminary AI core? Blimey..." She closed the gap, peering closely at every nuanced twitch of virtual musculature on Prisma's face. "Woah... She's... a true AI?"

"Yeah, that's correct. She's called Prisma, and she only recently become the ship's computer." Ari nudged her snout towards an oncoming group of familiar furs, lingering with a desperate smile when she saw Adrian amongst them. "Uh, hey... Why don't we let Dee here take you for a quick tour. He's our engineering chief."

"But I was going to walk around with you guys—" It took the Adrian a moment to recognize the impostor squirrel, then it all clicked. "Oh... Oh, sure. I'll take her off your paws for ya'. Honey, I'll catch up with you when we're done."

"Alright, babe." Iolvin leaned down to kiss his mate-toBe and whispered an additional, "Thanks for this."

Similarly, Ari mouthed out her own thanks. "I have a feeling you'll feel right at home with this ship, Robby. Well, we should get going."

"Did I tell her that...?" The squirrel questioned the shorthand name briefly, then shook it off and followed Dee. "So, where first?"

Ari hid herself inside the airlock before expelling a huge sigh of relief. "Remind me to do something nice for Dee later. I'm not sure I could have taken another minute alone with her."

Rhyme stepped up behind Ari and gave her a comforting hug. "Of all the odds, that had to happen. I'm so sorry, Ari."

"Don't be, hon. Couldn't be avoided." Ari turned around while taking Rhyme's paw, then started strolling off with a firm grip shared between them. "Though if you want to help, I could use a distraction or two."

"I can help there, I think." Punk smiled as she flipped out her holographic bracelets and pulled up a live map feed. "Thank the gods, I've got a connection again. Let me see where we are..."

Elliot walked nearby the other Ashes, literally helping the blind lead the blind. "Well I'm glad we have a tour guide, at least. Thanks, Punk."

"My pleasure, sweetie." After a few seconds of fiddling Punk finally came to a conclusion. "Wellington, New Zealand. Oh right, that's near Australia... Looks like the western side of town is all taken over by the international spaceport."

"And we've been given the go-ahead to explore to the spaceport limits." Ari noticed the height disparity between her and Rhyme was tiring the smaller fur's arm and settled for resting her arm on Rhyme's far shoulder. "So where to first? Some local food, may—?"

"Nice getup, those rags." A buff German shepherd in a security uniform deliberately crossed the group's path, his words dripping with some sort of ichor as he stole their attention. "You guys the ~traditional~ type?"

Ari was about to reply quite honestly, but Punk stepped forward instead. "It's their ship's Gaian ceremony dress. They just got out of morning praise."

"Oh, alright. Yeah, I see the tech beneath now." The security officer nodded and cleared the way. "Sorry about that, ma'am. Can't be too careful with those Heritage dignitaries in town, and you happen to be otters to boot. Have a safe day."

The gang walked away a bit, but Carbon finally spoke up. "What was that about?"

"Heritage Preservationists are uniquely despised and often attacked on sight. Just our luck they must be having peace talks at the moment." Punk closed her bracelet screens and took the lead towards a restaurant. "If you don't praise our almighty saviors and worship their goddess, you deserve to be all but stoned to death. Fucking idiotic times."

"And now the rebellious side of you makes sense." Ari did some impromptu sleuthing and pointed out a tiny detail. "You just said 'Thank the gods' a minute ago. You're one of them, aren't you?"

"Not an extremist, but still much to my parents' dismay I am. Yeah."

"Well let's not bring attention to it and we'll be alright. But first, let's get something to—"

"Lady Karidan, please don't try to run off today. Your father will have our heads." A bull dressed in what could only be described as the standard Secret Service uniform hurried over and grabbed Cid by the arm. "Let's get you out of that disguise and back in the shop. You still need a new dress for the dinner tonight."

"What the—" Sydney fought, but her smaller stature couldn't prevent the bull from reeling her away with ease. "Let me go!"

"Lady Karidan?" The private guard did as he was told, but with a rightfully bewildered expression. "I apologize for my rudeness. Please, come this way."

"What? No. I don't even know who—" Cid looked around, noticing the pleading eyes of the more experienced of the gang. "Oh, right... Sorry. I, uh... won't run off again? Just don't make a show of it, alright?"

"Very well, Young Miss. Please return to your shopping at your leisure. We still have two hours until your father expects you at the reception."

Cid groaned as the private guard followed her own handbook perfectly by refusing to let her out of his sight until they returned to their established perimeter. "Fine, let's go. Mind if I take my ~new friend~ with us?"

"I'll have to search... her?"

"Yes, that's correct. The name's Carbon, by the way." Carbon held out her arms and prepped for the pat-down. "The rest of you can go eat. I'm sure I'll be back with all the juicy details soon. Should we meet at the ship?"

"No, the peace talks. I'm curious now." Ilaria shook her head and fought back a chuckle as they left the two behind. "~Lady~ Cid must be a girl in this universe. Not like that hasn't happened without precedent though..."

Ashen perked up his ears and looked Ari's way. "You mean me?"

"Well I don't see anyone else here that comes in both flavors." Ari rolled her eyes as Rhyme started giggling. "Uh... Except me, maybe."

"Well that's a bummer." Iolvin stared down one of three security guards barring entrance to a local museum as he made his quite projected comments. "These guys could at least let us see the rest of the place. We're technically dignitaries too."

"We're just passing through the port, Yoyo. That's normal traffic around here, considering this is a spaceport and all." Ilaria eased her brother back before he agitated the guards enough for an unnecessary arrest. "I was just curious, lil' bro. Actually, it's probably best we don't meddle with this universe more than required. That tends to end badly for our local selves."

"But I still want to see that archeology exhibit on those banners. That shouldn't have anything to do with these peace talks."

Punk sighed as she stared at the mentioned advertisements herself. "Yeah, I've always wanted to see this one myself, but it moves to another museum every time I get around to it."

Elliot looked up from tending to the less-independent Ashes. "Oh, that's right. I forgot you studied archeology too."

"Anthropomorphology, actually. Student of the 'pomo' arts for four years now." Punk lowered her voice and closed in on the otter to also note, "Don't talk too loud about it, though. Pretty much only preservationists choose that line of study."

"Ah, then that makes sense." Yoyo suddenly seemed a lot calmer about being locked out of the museum. "They didn't just choose this place because of the size and security. The exhibit must make for a welcoming neutral ground for the talks."

"Yeah, makes sense." Ari peered past the guards and noted a few glimpses of movement inside. "Now my curiosity's only worse. I wonder what's happening in there...?"

"Why don't we just check it out?" Ilaria nearly fell over when her brain seized at the sight before her, an extremely cheerful Sydney wrapped in a frilly, over-theTop evening dress. "I've totally got, like, ten plates at this dinner and all my friends bailed."

Iolvin followed his twin's gaze and froze up in a similar reaction. "Holy shit."

"I'll take that as a compliment, cutie." Just as everyone else started gawking, Cid Prime walked around the corner with Carbon, both dressed in fancy tuxedo suits. "Don't be shy, hon. You look totally hot. ~I~ look totally hot."

Carbon stepped forward looking quite more masculine himself and explained on behalf of the frazzled meerkat that hugged his arm. "We found Cid's counterpart, and I think she understands our situation. Cid's female in this one, and ~very~ female at that."

"Called it."

"Oh, don't be embarrassed!" The native meerkat gave herself a friendly hug, but that only revealed the fact that Cid's expression was partly fueled by baseless anger. "Oh, do you not like being touched? Sorry, sugar."

Cid Prime clamped down on Carbon's suit from beneath his sleeve. «Is it considered suicide or murder if I strangle this bitch?»

Carbon audibly started laughing at his girlfriend's grim joke. «It'll be alright, kitten.»

Ari smirked as she guessed what was happening inside that Link. "What's so funny?"

"I'll tell you later." Carbon checked his bow tie and then Cid's. "For now though, let's go check out this event. It looks fun and we've got time to kill."

«Plenty of time to ~kill~.»

"Yep! Everyone looks acceptable, I guess. Oh, but that one girl needs to hand over her stick." Native Sydney pointed to Ashe's white cane and then nudged towards the guards. "Weapons won't be allowed, but they'll probably keep it safe for ya'."

«They might keep ~her~ safe from my ~gun~ a little longer.»

Carbon renewed his laughter again at that line. "Oh, uh... She's blind, actually. I guess we could guide Ashe around though."

Ellie looked to each of his arms linked to a different flavor of Ashe. "I might need some help with that."

"Yes, it's harder to follow you from your auras alone." Sparks looked around until her eyes locked on Cid Prime. "I can't see all of you for some reason, only Cid, Elliot, and ourselves."

«Really now?» Evelyn pointed over to Punk's wrists. «Carbon, get ahold of those. I'm curious about something and need a data link.»

«Sure thing, hon.» Carbon walked over and tapped on one of the pair. "Hey Punk, mind if I borrow these for a moment? Need to look something up."

"Oh... Sure. Go right ahead." Punk gave her social media apps a last check and then logged out of the bands, giving Carbon a guest account that he quickly overrode. "Be careful with them. They're the last set I'll ever get."

"Of course, hon."

"Last set?" The group started walking into the museum, each getting a quick search by a guard. Ari stepped back as she waited her turn to ask Punk another question. "I'm sure you or your parents could get another if it breaks. You're back home now."

"No... This isn't my home anymore." Punk watched as Ellie helped the other Ashes through the checkpoint as she explained, "This world's Elliot wouldn't give me the time of day if it was outside the classroom. But yours? Ours?" She smiled as she stepped up for her turn next. "I've got someone to live for now. Your ship is my new home—if that's alright with you."

Ari lightly chuckled as she held out her arms for inspection. "If it makes you happy and it's your own choice, I'm fine with it. Just be sure, because I don't think we'll be able to come back again."

"We've got something." The bull that inspected Ilaria paused and gripped tightly when he found her false arm. "Ma'am, you'll have to come with us—"

Ari rotated her arm in just the right way and it pulled right off. "I'm an amputee, guys. My arm and lower leg are fake."

"O-Oh..." The bull tried to replace the prosthesis on his own, but soon relinquished the device back to its owner for proper installation. "Sorry, ma'am. I was just being cautious—"

"Don't worry about it. I could see the concern there."

"This one isn't a false alarm though. Jerry, over here." The other guard, a crocodile, was holding Zoë's arm to one side and her rapier to the other. "Can't allow any weapons, miss. I'm afraid we'll have to detain you for attempting to enter a public space with a weapon."

"It's a cultural amulet, officer." Yoyo stepped over and offered to hold Zoë back, but the croc refused to release her. "She's sworn a life debt to me, officer. She's required to stay with me and be ready to defend me at all times as part of her heritage. If you take her away or take her weapon from her, she'll have to... kill herself for being useless to me."

"Fucking..." The croc gave the sword to his partner and nudged towards the inside of the museum. "You Preservationists and your traditions... Jerry, watch her and keep her out of range of the guests. We can't break their traditions, unless you want us to be on the first screen of tomorrow's news."

"Got it, Captain. I'll keep everyone safe." The croc released Zoë and Jerry relinquished the weapon back to its rightful owner. "You're staying three paces from everyone else except the otter. You understand me?"

"Yes, I do."

Carbon nodded and led the now-cleared gang towards the festivities contained in the impromptu fortress. "Well let's get to it. I've built up a monster of an appetite with that shopping." He straightened his collar and smiled for the native Sydney. "Oh, thanks again for the nice suits, Lady Karidan."

"It's the least I could do for such a unique set of friends." The dainty meerkat curtsied sloppily, proving her princess's charm was only a barely practiced veneer, likely just enough to get by in such formal occasions without embarrassing her name. "Besides, daddy has deep pockets. Today's just a drop in the bucket, not a gaping leak."

"Speaking of leaks..." Yoyo nudged towards a restroom with his snout. "I've got some personal ~business~ to take care of. Now if you'll excuse us for a moment..."

"Us?" queried the bull.

"When I said she stays close, I meant everywhere."

Jerry didn't seem to approve, but he went with the flow and escorted Zoë to the bathroom door. "Fine. I'll be right out here."

"Alright. Oh, I'll ping you for directions when I'm done, Lulu. That okay?"

"Yup. Go take a piss already, bro."

Both the local Sydney and Iolvin chuckled at the joking crudeness as the otter pulled Zoë into the male restroom and further into a stall. "So, I don't have to piss. I just don't think it'll be polite to sit down for a formal dinner with a boner poking out."

Zoë looked down and definitely noticed the bulge beneath Yoyo's sirat drapes. "Oh, um... Do you have a preference, Iolvin?"

"With my sister in heat I'm craving pussy, but that's a bit inconvenient for you." Yoyo closed the toilet lid and sat Zoë down, his tall height placing his crotch at head level with the human. "In a lot of ways I'd rather that wonderful mouth of yours, though."

Zoë reached out and lifted the cloth coverings, but waited for Yoyo to run his paw over his bodysuit to split it open. "I'll do my best, Iolvin. Feel... Feel free to use my mouth as you plea—"

"Cette salle de baines est... grande..." Both furs tensed up at the new female voice that reverberated through the restroom. "Um... Hello? I am sorry if I am taking too much liberties..."

Yoyo leaned down and whispered, "Zoë, we're in the mens' room, right?"

"I don't know what that is!"

The otter took a slow, calming breath. "Answer her. Maybe she'll just pee and leave."

Zoë cleared her throat and spoke up. "Uh... No, you're fine."

"Ah, good!" The unknown woman entered the stall next to them and quite audibly fumbled with the toilet seat in addition to her broken English. "I am not accustomed to such a toilet room. Oh, is this how it work?..."

"Well, uh... don't mind me." The two stared at each other in concern when they didn't hear anything for a few seconds. "Are you alright in there?"

"I will be fine. Thank you for concern."

Yoyo shook his head with a faint chuckle. "English isn't her first language, huh?"

"I guess not. That sounded like Fleur a moment ago."

"Yeah, French sounds about right."

"My mother was French Polynesian." The whole room went silent as the woman butted into the secretive conversation. "I am sorry. You were desiring to hide from me, yes?"

Iolvin sighed as he was called out. "Yeah, I was. We'll just... let you do what you need to. Come on, Zoë. Let's go."

"Wait! I am confused with how these devices work..." There was a shuffle of the toilet paper holster, then something nearly sounded like it fell off it's mountings. "Oh, is it broken? No..." The toilet paper holster on Yoyo's side suddenly shifted half an inch. "What is this hole doing?"

"Hole?" Yoyo fiddled with his loose holster and the whole thing came right off at the brackets, revealing a circular hole in the divider lined with duck tape. "Oh. Well gods, that's something you don't see every day."

A brown, webbed paw slipped through the hole to explore a bit. "You know what it is doing, yes?"

"You don't want to know what this is for. Trust me, miss." Yoyo looked down to Zoë and smiled as she too was perplexed by the oddity. "I'll explain later, kiddo."

"Might you explain now? I am studying of culture and wish to understand all parts." That blatant otter paw started gripping at the air, only making itself more tempting. "Show me the use. I beg you."

Yoyo shrugged his shoulders to Zoë. "If you don't mind taking the backseat for a bit, it would actually help me all the same..."

"Iolvin, you may always do as you please." The human smiled as she watched her patron angle his manhood towards the hole. "I only want you to be satisfied. It... actually makes me happy when you are."

"Then it's settled. Oh, miss? Don't be alarmed..." Yoyo laid his engorged penis in the woman's paw, then shoved his hips against the partition wall. "This is called a 'glory hole' by some. You're supposed to use it to have anonymous—"

"Gods, yes... Of course this is tool for relief..." The stranger easily took on the proper return role, both her paws stroking slowly and firmly. "This is just what I needing. I come here to sooth the heat of my loins before speeching."

"Oh, really? Well isn't that a coincidence?" Yoyo gasped as a warm tongue played with him and a set of lips gingerly kissed his tip, revealing the woman wasn't as innocent as she first seemed. "I, uh... We were going to blow off some steam because my—ah!—sister is in heat as well."

"Poor male... Your spear is terribly hard." Those lips suddenly dove deeper for a moment, then the woman reeled back with a slight cough. "We help each other, yes? Make our meeting talks go much smoother?"

"Exactly my thinking." The stranger once again tried to go deeper, but once again choked herself. "Hey, don't push yourself past your limits. We're here to relieve stress, not make more."

"But your spear is ~strong~! I am not ~worthy~ of it if I cannot service it like this." The attention slowed to a regretful stop. "Thank you for explaining this 'glory hole' to me. I will not bothering you more. Please, continue with your mate."

"What? Why? You were doing great!" Yoyo reeled himself back from the hole, then awkwardly offered a paw through it. "I didn't mean you should stop, just that I'd rather we both have the most fun possible together."

"An otter?..." The woman took Yoyo's paw, though in an awkward manner even considering the glory hole routing. "You mean this? You wish to be close? To mate?"

"I wouldn't exactly use the work 'mate' maybe, but yeah." Iolvin squeezed that paw in the best friendly shake he could manage given the circumstances. "My name's Yoyo."

"My... My name is... No, this will not do any more." The stranger released that grip and exited her stall, then opened the other carefully revealing herself to Yoyo's shock. "My name is Catherine."

"M-Mo—" Yoyo would have finished his odd statement if not for Zoë tugging his tail to jolt him out of it. "Uh... You look like my... like someone I know."

"And she is pretty, yes?" Cathy smiled as she pulled back a few steps until her tail bumped the sink counter. "I am not dumb. You are so young and virile yourself, so I take no shame in being seen as your mother. If is not too strange for you, may we continue?"

"I, uh..." Yoyo hesitated as his judgment went into overdrive to figure out this scenario. However a more primal force prevailed, Cat's scent coaxing the otter out of the stall until his manhood bumped against her beautifully ornate sirat like a divining rod drawn to an oasis. "I'd... like that."

"Then claim me with that powerful spear, Yoyo." Cat slipped backwards onto the edge of the counter, spread her thighs a bit, and lifted her drapes with her tail so her bare slit twitched in the cold air. "I desire to mate, my poor whelp. Come, fill me with your spear and seed. Breed me."

Yoyo couldn't object in the slightest, immediately burying his length into his false mother with a low, growling churr. "Oh gods, you're so hot. You really are in heat, huh?"

"Yes, but I am not lying when I say I want your seed." Cathy groaned as Yoyo pushed deeper, gasping and wincing as he broke through an unexpected barrier and hit the back of her love tunnel in one motion. "Gods, what a breeder! You are but half inside!"

"Are you... okay?" Yoyo pulled out a bit, noticing a hint of blood. "You were a virgin and you did this anyway?"

"I cannot carry your young otherwise, my whelp." Cat's breathing calmed down a bit, the older otter quietly showing her appreciation for Yoyo's concerned break. "I am alright, Yoyo. Do not hold back on my part; mate me as hard as you like and breed me!"

"Gods... Can't complain there." Yoyo eased himself back as far as he could reach, then pumped his hips roughly enough that Cat squeaked every time his cock kissed her womb. "I won't settle for just me having all the fun. Tell me if anything hurts, and how to make it better for you."

"You're so kind to me, a stranger..." Cathy wrapped her legs around Yoyo's waist and locked her ankles together. "I have desire for man's seed in my belly for a week now. All I need is to breed, Yoyo."

"Well I can definitely help there, uh..." Yoyo sped up the pace, hammering into the smaller otter with passionate abandon. "I can't give you children, but I can probably sate that heat all the same."

"You cannot...?" Cat clenched and convulsed all over as a small precursor orgasm flushed through her. "Gods! Yes, do that! Fill my belly! Swell me with whelps!"

"As you... wish..." Iolvin put more force on the end of his strokes as he neared his limit, making sure to grind and cup his tip into the tiny mouth of Cat's womb. "I think I'm gonna... finish..."

"Yes! Fill me with your young!" Cathy's eyes shot wide as her cervix started to give, the head of Yoyo's cock just barely pressing inside her uterus. "Breed me, Yoyo! Claim me as yours!"

Yoyo tried to ease up on his advances, but suddenly a pair of human hands pushed on his ass and caused his cock to impale fully into Cat's womb. "Don't keep her waiting, Iolvin!"

"Fuck...!" Yoyo struggled to hold out for Cathy's sake, but the sudden tightness around his cock head was too much to overcome. He ceased moving entirely, save his flagging tail, and unleashed a torrent of creamy magenta batter into Cathy's deepest core. "Ah, shit! Cat, I'm... Sorry, I'm coming!"

"G-Great!..." Catherine barely had the willpower to respond, the simple knowledge that a man was unloading his essence into her mixing with her heat to form an instant, massive orgasm. "My... gods..."

"Hah... Maybe I shouldn't... be sorry?..." Yoyo slowly eased himself out of the panting otter and stood back on wobbly legs to admire his handiwork. "Well you said you wanted... me to swell you up."

Catherine peered between her petite breasts and gasped at her distended belly. "You... say you cannot bear young?"

"Well I have a chance of it, but a very small one. If you really were looking for pups, I'm afraid that might not have done it."

"No, it is alright. I am happy with finally sharing time with a man." Cathy slid off the counter with Yoyo's help, the change in angle coaxing large globs of cum to drool out of her nethers. "I cannot bear whelps, so no men want to lay paws on me. I thank you for this moment."

"Well if you're happy then I'm happy." Yoyo stopped Zoë as she brought some toilet paper down near Cat's crotch. "No Zoë, leave her alone. While I appreciate your recent ~helpfulness~, she probably wants to keep my mess where it is."

Cathy noticed and smiled as the human rose up. "Ah, you are ~good~ scholar of my people. Many do not know of our mating customs." She squeezed her thighs together and mashed some of the drooling cum into her sirat drapes. "You are surprising, Yoyo. And more, I see you wear our own clothing. You know my tribe's colors?"

"Yeah... I know a bit about your tribe in particular. I hope you don't mind me wearing this sirat over my suit."

Cathy pulled Iolvin down by the chin and planted a thankful kiss on his lips. "It fits you, handsome otter."

"Well then I guess I'll flaunt it. Thank you, ~pretty~ otter." Yoyo smirked as he backed away towards the door and held it open. "Shall I escort you back to the others?"

"Vous êtes si chevaleresque. Oui." Cat adjusted her lower drapes to something more appropriate, or at least as much as she could manage before explaining the otter jizz dripping and drooling down her legs and tail. "The meal should be ready soon. You know where it is?"

"Not a clue, but I know someone that does." Yoyo flagged down the bull that was following Zoë. "Sorry, but care to show us to the dinner?"

"Yeah, sure." Jerry spied Zoë heading out the restroom and started moving. "Took you a while in there."

"Yeah, I... ran into a pleasant complication." Yoyo smiled and nudged his nose toward Catherine as she caught up and latched onto his arm. "Cat here showed me a good time, and I'd like to keep that mood going. Can you be—?"

"Discrete? Yeah." Jerry rounded a corner and held out an arm. "The reception and dinner are over here. There will be a special showing of the exhibit afterward."

"Thanks." Yoyo rounded the corner with Cathy in tow and rolled his eyes when Ilaria and Elliot both chuckled his way. "Great. When those two figure out you were with me I'll never hear the end of it."

"They may smell your seed, no?"

"That's... not really the issue. Don't worry about it though." Yoyo brought Cat over to the table his sister and mate occupied and pulled out a chair for her. "Might you join us, Cat? I'm ~sure~ my sister here would like to meet you."

"Oh, you have sister? You look very alike." Cat bowed and held up a closed paw in some sort of greeting or salute. "I am Catherine."

"I'm, uh..." Ari held out a paw at first, but returned the salute instead. "I'm Ari. Nice to meet you."

"Well met, yes." Cathy sat in the offered seat, then yanked down on Yoyo's arm demanding he sit next to her. "You will not leave poor me alone...?"

"Wouldn't dream of it." Yoyo took his seat, then gestured for Zoë to sit in the next down the line rather than stand on guard. "So, what brings you here, Cat?"

"Rotten eggs." Cathy huffed out a sigh. "Our people have bad name from the strong willed ones. I am here for convincing world of peace and not war."

"Ah, a pacifist. That's commendable." Yoyo nodded as a waitress passed by with champagne and she placed a glass down for him as well as Cat. "It's always nice to know there's good people in politics that really just want the best for everyone. So what made you want to do all this?"

"I like to help people, but..." Cathy took a sip of her drink and scrunched her nose, the alcohol, bubbles, or both apparently too new of an experience for the tribal otter. "I am not popular fur in my tribe. I read books. I study. I am opposite of ideal wife. But I know English, so they choose me. Now I an here, having tickle drinks with fun strangers... and one good friend."

"Well I'm happy to call you a friend too, Cat." Yoyo scanned the table, finding everyone generally enjoying themselves save his puzzled sister and a certain tentacled, floral otter. "Carbon, why don't you put that phone thing down and enjoy yourself for once?"

"Oh, sorry. I was just..." Carbon pouted as he obeyed the request and gave Punk back her bracelets. "I figured out why we don't glow for the Ashes. We don't exist... here... Is that Cat?"

"Found her in the bathroom."

Ari snickered and dashed her eyebrows. "He didn't just ~find~ her."

"I... can smell that. Cat never apparently deviated from her tribal life, especially with the lack of World War Three to force her relocation." Carbon took a glass of champagne and chugged it down, something apparently bothering him about his findings. "My father never came to Earth either, so I was never born. That means I never hooked up your grandparents, and furthermore your parents, which means—"

"We don't exist either." Yoyo cut off Carbon before he said enough for Catherine to understand through context and become upset. "That explains a lot, but it doesn't matter right now. Let's enjoy this dinner and worry about the details later. Maybe check to see if we're fading from photos."

"Yes, this is having me confused. I do not need to forget my speech." Cathy took another sip of her wine, with a similar reaction to the bubbles as before. "I am but one girl in all the world, dreaming of the heavens, and yet the world expects much of me now."

"What...?" Something clicked in Ilaria as she heard those specific words. "What did you just say?"

"Hmm? I am only one girl in all the world. This is a lot for me to handle."

"Something's wrong." An uneasiness akin to déjà vu flushed clean through Ilaria. "Something's really wrong. I want to go back to the Starbreeze and get my weapons."

"Ma'am?" Jerry walked over, his hoof on his holstered pistol. "Please don't speak like that inside the venue or I'll have to remove you."

"I'm serious. Something doesn't feel right and I'm... scared."

Zoë stood and rested her hand on Milla's hilt and pommel, ready to strike if needed. "You're serious. Iolvin, maybe we really should leave."

"Maybe. Lulu, what's got you so worked up?"

"I don't know how to explain it, but—"

Suddenly Zoë dashed across the room, whipped out her rapier, and sliced something out of a Yangurran guest's paw. "Don't you dare!"

"Zoë!"

"You piece of shit!" Jerry pulled out his pistol to gun down the human, but found Ari's nanite tendril holding back his arm. "The fuck?"

The injured Yangurran tried to pick up whatever he'd dropped, but Zoë routed him with her sword before he could reach it. "You won't be hurting anybody."

"Zoë!? Why!?" Yoyo stood in terror for his vassal's fate. "What have you done!?"

"He was going to kill people!" Zoë pulled Milla from the alien guest and cleaned the blade with a swipe through the air. "I don't care what happens to myself, I'll do what I must to protect you!"

"Zoë... Gods, Zoë..." Everyone backed away from the human and the body below her in fear, but suddenly Iolvin did the opposite and dashed to pull her to the floor. "Fuck, Zoë!"

Without any notice other than Yoyo's last words, the supposed dead plant reached out, grabbed his detonator, and exploded. Yoyo acted faster however, throwing up a quadraspherical dome of solidified air near the suicide bomber. Dust and debris choked the entire room in the aftermath of the bomb, eventually revealing the shattered remnants of Iolvin's barrier.

"Fuck..." Yoyo picked a large shard of his own shield out of his leg. "Is everyone alright?"

Ilaria poked her head over the edge of the table. "Yeah, I'm still here."

"Thanks to you, I might add." Carbon pushed himself up from covering his Sydney, then offered a paw to help her up. "This could have been a lot worse if Zoë didn't buy those few seconds for people to run."

Yoyo stood, a limp in his leg causing Zoë to help pull him up. "Is anyone hurt, though? Besides me?"

Ari looked around at the various furs grabbing their ears and covering their muzzles to filter out dust. "Minor injuries all around, I guess."

Cid rubbed her own ears and then practically screamed out a confirmation. "My head's ringing like crazy, but I'm fine."

Ari helped Cathy to her hindpaws. "Glad we can seal our ears, huh?"

"Yes. That is very helpful for... these moments..."

Ari followed her false mother's terrified gaze, settling on the unmoving body of Sydney's native counterpart below the table. "Gods! Yoyo, under here!"

"What?" Iolvin spotted the meerkat's legs and got the hint, dashing over and sliding next to her. "Fuck... Please don't be dead..."

Ellie scurried under the table and slapped his paw onto native Sydney's neck. "She's got a weak pulse. She's probably got a concussion along with goddess knows else. We need to get her to a hospital for a scan."

Jerry proposed a solution. "There's one near the border to the east."

Gunfire rose up, precisely to the east, prompting Carbon to correct that plan. "You sure you want to go through terrorist alley dragging an unconscious woman and blind furs along?"

"No, we don't need to." Ilaria shoved an overturned table out of the way and began heading back for her ship. "The Starbreeze has an impressive medical bay and a great doctor manning it."

"I don't..." Cid rose from her own unconscious body and protested the impromptu strategy. "I don't know if that's smart. Ellie's only one fur—"

"Ellie is a neurosurgeon, hon. She can handle a concussion." Ari finished clearing her path and looked back to the downed meerkat, then to the prime. "Come with me if, err, you want to live."