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The Beast

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Author: Jake-Rabbit

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Twitter: @DamnDirtyFurry

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Illustrator: Jeremy Kidd

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Twitter: @wolf_kidd

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Asteroids numbering in the billions tumbled and turned in a belt outside of the Drisera system, an ancient and ruddy warm light catching the cold stones, bathing them until they resembled an explosion of red hot embers. The giant band was seemingly launched from a celestial furnace; twisting and turning in the lonely depth of even colder space to continue smouldering for eons, until a time when the ancient red star at the center would then collapse upon itself and obliterate billions of years of creation.

Parked a hundred thousand kilometers out from the belt and painted in the same warm light lay an irregular group of ships from the Ricomyan naval fleet, led by two giant vessels which themselves were but the smallest of embers among of the solar system's castoffs. The fleet, numbering perhaps a dozen ships, lay quite still, save for two tiny specks of light that maneuvered around the perimeter of the ancient belt. The ships flew like mechanized hummingbirds, a pair of electronic reconnaissance ships, covered in scale-like armor, with an apparent agility and power that enabled them to fly nimbly from one asteroid to the next. A ship would come to sudden stop only to run a full scan against the rock before darting off and moving on, engines blazing blue for a fraction of a moment, their thirst for knowledge sated.

One of the ships was coming to a sliding stop alongside one of the larger asteroids, blue plasma from the main engines flaming out, countered by a flickering pulse of retrograde engines along the craft's belly that brought it to a halt, accompanied by a flickering, orchestrated dance of outgassing thrusters. The ship seemed to stand at a pause as a staggering array of electronics scanned the surface of the asteroid, and once complete, the engines fired again, stirring up loose dust on the surface as the ship pushed off and towards their next waypoint before being interrupted.

"Recon group 1, this is Silverstrand. XO requests that you stand down from current exercise. Crank, return to origin to begin another simulation. Mini, you're showing bingo fuel, return to base for refuel."

The ship's pilot, Captain Yana "Crank" Duni broke in on the channel. "Silverstrand, this is Crank. Roger that, returning to origin." She closed the channel and slammed her gloved fist against the bulkhead of the ship in naked frustration.

"Damn it! That harpy of an XO is going to keep us out here all goddamned day. Fourteen hours in seat, and here comes another three, at least." She unfastened her helmet with haste and pitched it firmly behind her, nearly hitting the legs of her Electronics Officer, Lieutenant Elian "Ghost" Rosili.

Another female voice broke in on the open channel. "Silverstrand, this is Mini. Check on Bingo fuel, request tech to double check instrumentation, we might be flaming out on landing, request clearance for assisted landing,"

"Mini, Silverstrand. Clearance granted, starboard three, bay one-niner."

Yana scowled and rubbed at her face. "I bet Mini short changed her fuel so she could get a tea break. I'll pull her across the deck by her striped tail if I find out..."

Elian casually unfastened his helmet and set it aside next to him. "I think this is going to be a personal record for in-seat time. Pretty sure my ass has fallen asleep, woken up, and then fallen back asleep at least five times."

Elian rubbed at his muzzle and then slid back in his seat, running a hand through his silky cropped golden fur, fingertips rubbing out the aching kinks in his pointed ears. Elian was a canin, fresh out of the academy, and his youthful body still bore the marks of heavy physical training on the surface; chiseled muscles hinted at under his crisp, navy colored jumpsuit. The cut of the suit seemed designed to flatter his athletic figure.

The recon ship they flew, an old Miarin-class recon vessel, was built for two, but only just barely. The massive power plant that the class sported, along with powerful engines and scanning technology meant little room for creature comforts. The Miarin were undergoing a set of upgrades, and the team had been putting two of them through field trials to make sure the modifications took. Emphasis had been placed on scanning functionality, armor, and breakneck speed. The crews considered the upgrades as thrown together, cobbled onto an already old airframe. The handling and crew space was affected, and those that flew them had started calling them "Beasts."

In order to have any comfort, the pilot had to be lying prone on a padded acceleration chair that, through the use of gentle fields, prevented a pilot from ever blacking out in the event that extreme maneuvers were called for. The Electronics Officer sat above and behind the pilot in an analogue of a crow's nest, surrounded by control and readout panels, as well as having a view practically all around the ship. It was entirely possible to stretch out aboard a Miarin, provided you only stretched one limb at a time.

Yana shuffled back from the acceleration chair she'd been perched on and sat up, tail uncoiling from behind her as she kneaded out a kink along her hip. She cast an incredulous look back at Elian. "Fourteen hours? That's seriously your record? Honey, I've sat in this exact same bucket for thirty-six hours before. Left an impression of my tits on the chair the first ten, and my ass the last twenty-six."

Yana rolled her eyes upwards. "Now, granted, we had food and water, some distractions... and, uh, facilities. But, you know, fourteen or thirty-six hours isn't anything. Hell, what about that poor girl from the Intron we picked up a few weeks back? Some say she spent a year in that damned shuttle. Now that- that's guts. I'd have gone crazy."

Yana often let her frustration show a bit too easily on her face, and the mus' muzzle screwed up before she let loose a wide yawn in exhaustion. Both of her large, expressive ears were swiveling around now that she was free of the confines of the flight helmet; their black-furred exteriors matched to a shock of black fur along her head that continued down her neck and into her flight suit. Only her tail was exposed-- jet black like her ears. She adjusted the chest of her suit and sighed in resignation.

Yana had been with the battle group for years, back when the carrier Silverstrand was herself the flagship. The destroyer Dark Sun had joined up a week ago, and ever since then, it was non-stop drills. Everyone knew why, but no one wanted to say it. They were expecting company that was armed to the teeth. Word of the Intron's fate not only had everyone on edge, it had them seeking revenge.

An awkward silence intruded between the two pilots before Elian spoke up. "Sorry, didn't mean to belittle-" He was cut short by Yana waving her hand dismissively.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just tired. Didn't get my callsign for no reason." She winked at him.

"Fair enough. Still, I could use a break. If we were out in the middle of nowhere and pretending to be debris waiting for someone to come in-system, then that's one thing."

"As your superior officer, I have to tell you to stuff it, and carry out your orders. As your pilot...? I'm just bitter I didn't think of shortchanging my fuel first." Yana gave Elian a toothy grin.

"Thought so. Begs the question, though, why not just do an in-flight refuel?"

"Command wants as few non-FTL ships in flight as possible in case company arrives."

"We're expecting some?"

"Not that I was made aware of, but the Intron has everyone on edge. I heard that whatever took her out did it with only a couple hits, then irradiated the entire thing." Yana rubbed behind an ear.

"That would leave a mess." Elian countered.

"Not so much if you turned tail and let the wreckage eat your engine." Yana waved out one of the ports towards the Dark Sun, the dark, giant destroyer sporting three rows of vectored fusion engines. "Get caught in the backwash of the Sun, and you're slag."

"Point taken."

"Not quite the actions of someone who just wants to say hello."

Elian shook his head.

Yana bounced on her seat. "Right. Enough of that. Let's get her turned around and set up again."

Elian exhaled and then snapped to. "Yes sir. Resetting flight controls and sensor array. Going into Stalker mode on your ball." Elian sat back and gestured towards the many projected displays he had in the nest, putting the ship's sensors back into a standby mode.

Yana spun back around and slid forwards, belly first, onto the acceleration chair, feeling the fields grasp at her as she sunk into place. She goosed the ship's controls and eased them back towards a uniquely shaped asteroid, the ship's thrusters issuing a stuttering hiss as it twisted in vacuum. With a gentle ease, the ship's throttle was nudged forwards by a gloved hand, causing the main engines to hum and fire for for a few moments, and then cut off once they were up to speed, where she could use the thrusters to control their flight path until they were on a steady path back.

With an audible yawn, she realized the length of time spent in the ship's chair was getting to even her seasoned nerves. Backing up slightly upon the chair, she grasped the sides of it and braced her feet on the bulkhead upon where Elian was sitting. She arched her back and pushed hard against against the bulkhead and stretching out by flexing her muscles. Elian's hand paused in the middle of waving off a readout, his fingers halfway through a projection as if grasping air made solid and malleable, and his eyes felt themselves drifting ever downwards, tracing a long and languorous path along the thick posterior of his pilot.

Yana carried the frame of a pilot; a compact mix of sinew and muscle, needed to work controls with her entire body. More than just a pilot's physique, she was, in Elian's mind, alluring and magnificently built, possessed of ample hips that supported a set of thighs and that luscious rear that was now aimed up at him. He watched the tight, well-toned muscles in her legs flex, the muscles in her calves and legs mostly hidden by the loose flight suit she wore, but that same suit pulled up tightly against the twin globes of her backside, both cheeks clenching together as she pushed back against the bulkhead and arched slightly, attempting to improve her circulation. Elian quickly discovered, however, there was very little wrong with his own circulation, and managed to peel his eyes back upwards and resume work before anything got too awkward.

Yana watched the ship creep in towards the asteroid, the large, oddly-shaped rock growing slowly larger, eventually taking up the entire viewscreen. It looked for all the world as if they were going to land on an alien planet. Before they got too close, she shifted her way back forwards in the soft chair to take control again, much to Elian's mixed relief and disappointment. Another round of stuttering hisses began as the thrusters turned the ship in the opposite direction of travel, and then another bass hum of the main engines firing to slow them down. Yana then turned the ship back again, using the thrusters to stop them, meters from the asteroid's surface, and slid into hiding behind a rock formation, shaded from the sanguine light of the sun.

"Silverstrand, this is Crank. In position, going silent."

"Crank, This is Silverstrand. Will advise when Mini has been refueled. Stand by in stealth mode, maintain radio silence."

Yana flipped a switch that caused the cockpit to dim, and most of the controls to go dark, aside from a few panels in Elian's position. "Yeah, I bet Mini is off getting tea and pastries, isn't she? Runt."

Elian waved away another message from his HUD, grasping it with his fingers and tugging it aside. "Wouldn't you?"

Yana grumbled, conceding the point. She started wiggling back out of her chair. Elian's eyes dropped back down again, carefully observing her thick bottom roll side to side, the dark fabric of her suit pulling tight against her and outlining her curves in a flattering fashion, and even hinting at the underwear beneath. He focused his eyes back upwards just in time for her to sit up and turn to face him.

Yana shrugged at Elian and smiled. "Of course. Take advantage of the situation, right? That doesn't mean I won't string her up in the hangar by her pretty little tail when I see her."

"Have to catch her first."

"Easy, just sneak up on her. She'll be too busy running her yap, letting everyone know she pulled a fast one. Modesty isn't her strong suit."

Elian snorted. "Sure as hell isn't."

"What are you implying?"

"Nothing, sir. Just rumor."

"Right. Keep that to yourself. Despite her oddities, she's a damned good pilot. We're lucky we got her and Smooth to help test these beasts out. If anyone can break them, it's those two."

"Yes sir."

"Doesn't mean I won't stuff my boot up her ass when we land."

Elian sat back in his seat and put on a playful grin. "I'll be sure to get a front row ticket for that one..." He closed his eyes and leaned back as much as the seat would allow for, pressing his hands against the clear dome in an attempt to get at least a little movement in, as well. He could feel Yana's sneer bounce off of him..

Yana's attention drifted from the throttling she'd give Mini the next time she ran into that racca, and she instead found herself getting a delectable eyeful as her partner stretched out. Being intimately close, physically, to your shipmates wasn't exactly something new to her anymore, but it wasn't too often she got paired with a rookie like Elian; usually that honor went to the junior officers, but she needed to be on this operation.

It was very nice to see someone who was a fresh face and in the prime of their life, with a body to show for it. She could see how his suit pulled against his chest, and could only imagine what it would feel like to let her fingers trace along those chiseled muscles, tracing along the well-defined chest that was just hinted at. A tuft of fur peeked from the top of his suit, teasingly drawing her attention back, even as her eyes wandered over Elian's face, admiring his prominent smile. Yana bit at her bottom lip, her attention wandering further still, one of her hands subconsciously unzipping her flightsuit down towards her chest, and letting the front fall open to show some tantalizingly deep cleavage.

When Elian opened his eyes back up, Yana made sure that she had hers focused downwards, studiously adjusting and checking the ship's newly-installed shielding. Her back wrenched as she pulled on a panel in an attempt get it to open. Elian became acutely aware of just how much flightsuits normally covered up, as the view straight down Yana's undone top proved immensely tempting, more so for the way her breasts jostled in their confines when the stuck panel suddenly gave way, and sent her back with a jolt. He found himself noting that the way she cursed and suckled on her bruised finger was equally entrancing.

"Damned bloody bullshit-mmph! I swear, whoever builds these things has no concept of accessibility. Gods forbid we'd be stuck out here in a true emergency, barely enough room to move let alone do any service work!" Yana shook her hand and gingerly held out a bruised index finger that had gotten caught in the latch's mechanism as it came flying back. She stuck that fingertip in her mouth again and then glanced up at Elian, seeing him just shake his head and smile, making her grin and laugh lightly.

"What? So I'm no wrench monkey, okay? I've got to keep my hands in good shape. Pardon me if I get a little cranky."

"Didn't get your callsign for no reason...." Elian kept his focus upwards, fingers dancing along a readout's projection.

"Ha-ha." Yana rolled her eyes. "Just be thankful they're going to phase these bastards out soon. I hear the new model is going to have actual room to move around. You might even be able to stand up.

"What's next, a formal ballroom in the aft compartment?"

"Don't get too excited. Order a ballroom, receive a closet. That's how military design goes. Hard to do a waltz in a broom closet."

"No comment about dances and broom closets." Elian busied himself with a flashing blue readout.

Yana sneered at Elian, whiskers canting forwards as she did, but caught herself letting her tongue wrap ponderously about her injured fingertip as her attention wandered again. Her hips subtly shifted against and into her seat, and she was soon in the middle of a rather juvenile fantasy involving a certain young officer and her, sharing some quality debrief time in the Silverstrand's supply closet. Visions of pressing him up against a bulkhead, their bodies pressed in tight against each other as they shared an impassioned kiss, hands exploring every pocket, zipper, and loose bit of clothing on the other. As the fantasy got increasingly lewd, she was almost grateful for a chiming alarm from the cockpit, dragging her kicking and screaming out of her prurient thoughts. She turned about and slid down into the cockpit's recess to investigate.

Elian was greeted by another stolen gander at Yana's shapely behind, and it proved to be his tipping point. The lap of his flightsuit grew increasingly tight and pleasurably uncomfortable, causing him to shift about to try and relieve some - any - of the pressure his burgeoning erection was starting to cause, to no avail. It would not do to let this progress any more, and he reached down, adjusting himself quickly before she could turn around, although he was unable to resist letting his attentions linger for a moment, not helping his situation.

Yana flicked her fingers over a display in the cockpit and sighed. "Nothing but a rogue rock getting a little too close for the computer's comfort. Damned thing is twitchier than my grandmother." She shifted her way back again and sat her backside on the edge of the acceleration chair, using the padding at the bottom of Elian's seat as a headrest. She lidded her eyes, rubbing her tired hands along her face and muzzle.

Elian was deep in the middle of a valiant effort to mentally will his arousal to go down. His mind was racing with the potential consequences of getting caught with a raging boner right in front (and because) of a superior officer, let alone his partner. Not the best way to start off your first deployment out of academy. He bit at his bottom lip and tried to conjure up something decidedly not arousing to take his mind off it; rotting food, past drill instructors, various heads of state...all of that dashed upon the rocks once he felt Yana's head recline back and bump right up against his lap, the tip of his shaft nudging the back of her head through his suit.

The firm nudge along his erection made his face burn hot, and his lap twitch. In the confined space, there was no place for Yana to rest her head, except laid down on the acceleration chair or resting back against the bulkhead between her EO's legs. The former invited sleep, while the latter often was awkwards, but led to less sleeping on the job. He cursed his treasonous body, but tried to remind himself that these were things that just happened among ELINT crews. This was normal. A close awkwardness, yes...lord she'd stoked the fire...and the view down her top like this wasn't bad, either. Nothing was helping, and he just felt things stir anew.

Yana paused midway into massaging her face in an attempt to stay awake, feeling a rather firm nudge against the back of her head, an insistent poke right between the ears, followed by Elian squirming in his seat. Her nose flared in curiosity, and it quickly dawned on her that the poor boy was nursing quite an erection, and she'd inadvertently relaxed right against it.

Yana smiled to herself, a thought crossing her mind about Elian, and she found herself mulling over exactly what she was about to get herself into. While she didn't exactly put up a fight on moral grounds, she figured that at least the both of them could make something good out of an awkward situation.

With a mischievous smirk, she let her right ear turn downwards, until it was laid nearly flat back along her neck. Then ever so slowly, and with a determined bit of deliberately teasing intent, she drew her soft ear back up along the bulge in Elian's flightsuit. She let her rounded ear cup and caress along his package, eliciting a soft grunt and another futile shifting about in the seat above her. She smiled mischievously and licked at her lips, fingers idly tracing patterns along her thigh, pressing firmly in against her own flesh as she rolled her head again and repeated the gesture, dragging her velvet-soft and inky ear up along Elian's crotch, letting it trace along the straining fabric of his suit, a featherlight touch along already over-sensitive parts.

Elian thought himself in a no-win situation. Unable to back up out of range, unable to hide the fact he was hard as a rock under his suit, and suddenly finding himself being teased for it by his superior officer. He squirmed uncomfortably in place, felt his body lock up and his face burn hot. Her gingerly teasing ear applied just the lightest of touches along his lap, making his cock strain and throb against the fabric of his clothing, his hands desperately moving to grip tightly at the seat under him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke with a choked cadence.

"By the Twins,...do you ha-have to do that? I didn't mean to do that, you...sort of just, well, laid back right into it." His breathing was a bit laboured, and he found himself feeling increasingly awkward , and at the same time, increasingly aroused.

Yana flashed a knowing, amused smile, and then turned her head to the side to look upwards at Elian over her shoulder. "Oh? So I should just ignore this, huh? You've got to get used to working in cramped spaces like this, Lieutenant. If you get a boner, you'll have to stuff it..."

"Horrible, horrible choice of words there."

"Deliberate."

"You're awful. Sir. Respectfully."

Yana lidded her eyes and dipped her head back, letting her left ear take up the motions this time, brushing and teasing her large ear along his lap, letting the very cup of it curl along the bottom of his bulge, then drag ever so feathery along the fabric of his suit, tracing all the way up along his balls and along that hidden, straining erection. Elian groaned again in frustration, and involuntarily arched forwards into the caress. He found himself just as conflicted, but he rather enjoyed the merciless tease on some primal level. Looking down at her, he was drawn to her green eyes staring back up at him as she rolled her head and ears back against his lap. Her deep emerald eyes were half-lidded eyes and smouldering, her pink tongue's tip just poking out of her muzzle. She knew damned well what she was doing, and there was no small amount of pleasure taken in the act. It made Elian ache in both body and soul.

Yana subtly shifted in her own seat, stealthily letting the fabric of her flightsuit tuck tightly in against her lap as she teased Elian. He was cute, definitely. And he was terribly easy to look at, and most fun to tease, it appeared. Yana, in her frustration with being cooped up for so long in the Beast, felt herself needing to let off a little excess stress, too. She idly slipped one hand down between her rapidly warming thighs, sitting upon her digits as the other hand reached up, catching at the loose tee she wore underneath her flightsuit and tugging outwards to expose even more of her soft, round cleavage to Elian's pleading eyes. She turned her head again, rubbing her ear back along him before nosing in against one of his strong thighs tenderly; rubbing her cheek along it before applying a gentle nip with her chiseled teeth, and making him yelp out in surprise.

"Hey! Watch it! That pinches. You're, uh... making this a lot harder than it needs to be." Elian was flushed, and his grip a bit shaky.

"That's the point, right? To make it harder?"

"Again with the awful double entendre."

"Oh, I thought my point was pretty clear."

"That's not... not the point, no! We're supposed to be waiting for-nng-the Silverstrand to tell us when to move out.." Elian shuddered as Yana nipped at his thigh again.

Yana turned about in her seat, moving in a sinuous and calculated fashion; like a predator stalking prey, ending up on her knees, and her face level with Elian's crotch. She was gazing up towards him, looking him right in the eyes as her hands unzipped her flightsuit ever more. She casually rolled her shoulders forward, shrugging off the top half of her suit, and showing off the white tank top she wore underneath, the plain fabric clutching her breasts, the mus' nipples visible as distinct peaks atop the cotton.

"Oh, it is the point. The point is, we need to work as a team here, and I can't have you getting distracted by my ass every time you look down. So either you get used to looking at it until it's old hat... or you take care of this prior to launch next time."

"What? I wasn't looking at-- not on purpose! It's kind of hard to not look at, you know?"

"Lieutenant, it's not nice to tell your superior that she's got a big ass."

"That's not what I meant, and you-hnng!" Yana hadn't waited for him to finish before placing her hands on his thighs, caressing and massaging the muscles underneath as she leaned forwards, stroking along his lap with her cheeks and muzzle, her breath just washing over his lap.

Yana gazed up towards Elian with one eye, catching him starting to pant, obviously straining to hold back from her. Her hands felt the ripped, chiseled muscle underneath his clothing; like he was carved out of wood. The male's scent was growing intoxicating to her; she rubbed her muzzle against his straining, confined package once more, taking in his warmth and presence for a moment longer. Yana sat up, hands gliding up along his legs and to Elian's waist, unfastening the harness belt about him before tracing her way up along his chest with his fingers, exploring the hidden musculature with giddy delight. Her fingertips grasped the zipper of his flightsuit and dragged downwards in a slow, calculated movement, followed shortly after by her muzzle as she kissed along his chest, and soon, along his belly.

"I probably do have a big ass, anyways. It comes from being on the ship for two years. Cheese-fed Mus ass, as the joke goes." Yana peppered his belly with kisses and back up along his chest.

"But you - YOU, my fine, hard-bodied partner..." One hand kept dragging that zipper further down his belly as the other slipped into the flightsuit, caressing lovingly along his bare chest, fingers tracing and exploring along the muscles underneath, thumb brushing against a hidden nipple to elicit a sharply drawn breath.

Yana continued. "You have been on-world until just this week. At the academy. Working out every day, I can tell." She leaned in, her plump lips kissing along Elian's nipples as she tugged his suit open. His breathing picked up, hands still gripping at the sides of the EO's chair, his knuckles long since gone white.

"I....yeah, every day. Had to. PT was never my strong suit, so of...ohh gods..of course my DI--" Elian was again cut short as Yana's curious, soft hand had meanwhile slipped down into the lap of his suit, cupping him through the loose boxers underneath. He looked down at her, the canin's face betraying a frenzied mix of apprehension and lust, the curvy mus busy nuzzling in against his chest. One of her hands was casually stuffed into his suit in a most intimate place to manhandle him, the other deftly nudging her own flightsuit further down her curvy body until it hung loosely off of her hips, and her soft breasts rested lightly along his thighs, pressed up inside her loose cotton tanktop.

Yana paused in her attentions to his chest with her muzzle and smiled up at him. "Made you into a little hardbody, did they? Good on them." She palmed along Elian's balls and rubbed idly behind them, caressing him through the fabric of his boxers.

"Remind me to send a thank you card to the academy. 'Thank you for sending me a new partner who's cut, cute, and sexually frustrated. Love and kisses, Yana.'" She smiled at Elian, then slid her hand neatly into Elian's boxers, casually wrapping her nimble fingers about his aching length and shamelessly tugging him out into the open, out of any confining space.

Elian arched his hips forwards and his vision swam at the intimate, much anticipated touch, one of his hands coming to rest along Yana's shoulder. "Oh! S-should we be doing this...right now? What if--"

"What if what? If Commander Redding gets another bug up her ass and wants us to do another pass alone? Fat chance. She's such a stickler for rules that she wouldn't dare send us out without Mini."

"But if she did and..."

"Then fuck her. I've got you right now, we've got at least fifteen minutes..." Yana gave Elian's chest an apologetic but warm parting kiss, then aimed her muzzle downwards, taking in the sight of Elian's shaft in her hands, letting her hands dote on him for a few moments as her mind turned. She took to gingerly tugging at the male's boxers to get him fully into the open, her hand never leaving his length, or ceasing her soft, warm attentions around his cock's tip. Elian was at full salute very quickly, his shaft throbbing in her hands and the very tip of it shiny from arousal. Her hand repositioned itself, curling up underneath her shipmate' furry balls, and she gave them a gentle lift as her warm, soft lips pursed about his shaft in a gentle kiss, making him moan out and shudder.

Yana's touch was velvet soft and luxuriously warm around Elian's shaft, but when those hot lips touched around his tip, any thought of resisting her to focus on the mission seemed to melt away. His spine lit up, and his body arched forwards, aching to press further in between those pouty lips of hers.

The smouldering way Yana looked up at him as she teased his arousal, the lavish scent of her body so close; all of it worked to break down any composure he had left in giant, sweeping motions. He'd have to get used to being around her for hours at a time; sometimes even days. But right now, all he wanted to do was exactly what his brain told him not to do. The hand that was on her shoulder started to caress along one of her ears, then reached down to tug her top upwards. She sat back on her haunches, leaving his tip achingly wet and cooling, and let him pull at her top, the hem catching on the bottom of her breasts, lifting them up before both escaped the pull of fabric. Yana's white breasts bounced forth, free of her top, her nipples pink, and just as achingly erect as her tank top had hinted at earlier. The dark fur along her tail continued up her spine until halfway up her back, fading into the white fur that covered the rest of her. She let him take her top up enough to rest it atop the shelf of her chest, then moved back in, hands kneading at his hips as she pursed her lips about him once more.

Yana looked up at Elian, her eyes lidded and her face ever so slightly rosey, her gaze making sure to meet his. She lowered her mouth further down along his shaft, enveloping him in her steamy, smooth mouth, the male arching forwards and in towards her, his own mouth parted open in a wordless moan. Elian twitched in her grasp as her tongue curled about under the belly of his shaft, pressing him against her lips and muzzle and into a hot, wet, tight embrace.

Elian's hands moved up from her shoulders, delicately and lovingly combing through her short, cropped hair. His fingers gingerly captured her ears between thumb and index fingers, caressing along the length of them, and then, quite expertly she thought, fingering around the rims, eliciting a muffled squeak from her. Yana's hips lifted up, and she casually tucked one hand under her suit and down between her thighs again, letting her fingers dance and tease around her sex. Her tail whipped about behind her, held high, thumping randomly against the top of the cockpit.

Elian was quickly losing himself in the sensations; Yana was going to make short work of him. He hadn't had any close attention since leaving academy for this post, and he'd been so wound up since arriving that everything in him was on a hair trigger. His fur rose up, his hackles lifted as this woman so expertly commanded him with her lips and tongue. His toes spread inside of his boots in tension, and just when he thought that he wasn't going to last, she pulled her lips from him, leaving his aching shaft wet, cooling in the cold air of the cockpit.

Yana smiled up at him and caressed her cheeks along his shaft, fingers just barely squeezing his tip, letting her thumb roll slowly around his crown. Her shirt remained pulled up past those round, thick-nippled breasts, but her flight suit had gone slack about her ivory hips, showing off a set of wonderfully round curves, and the upper shelf of her backside. His mind was still swimming from the stimulation, and her sight and scent worked just as equally well against his senses as did her idle touch.

Yana flushed warm and smiled, having sensed that Elian was about to lose control; she didn't want him to get off that easy. Her fingers idly massaged the base of his shaft and her lips kissed along his length, letting him slow down, taking the time to tenderly kiss and nuzzle along him as she appreciatively watched his chest move with each breath. He was so wonderfully built, and if she'd had more time, she might have buried her nose in his lap and nibbled all the way up past his belly and towards that wonderfully defined chest of his. She would drink in his scent all the way and feel his hands hold and squeeze her tight as she lifted her hips up and so easily sat upon him, welcoming that shaft inside. Her fingers clutched at her sex as she let the thought take her for a moment, turning and pressing along her folds in a slow, steady rhythm.

Yana smiled widely and sat up, lifting both hands to press them to the sides of her chest, fingertips capturing her thick nipples and rolling them subtly as she insinuated her breasts into his lap, and cradled that twitching, wet shaft into her cleavage.

"A good EO will observe everything around him, absorb every little piece of information about his surroundings, and then report to his CO, in full, so that she can make the best decisions." Yana played her tongue in broad strokes along Elian's tip, suckling firmly on it before letting her lips pop off.

"Now, tell me what you see... feel... hear..." She dragged her tongue along his peeking tip, slowly rolling her chest about him.

"Nnnh... you... feel amazing. You're intoxicating."

"What else?"

Elian groaned out. "Sight, smell, sound... everything. I wanted to... ever since we first got into... nnh... this beast of a machine."

"Only since then? I'm disappointed. I happen to think I look stunning in my dress blues. I'd have thought you felt a stirring when you first met me."

Yana grinned and winked at Elian, then started to roll her soft breasts about his turgid length, making her EO moan out in animal pleasure, especially as she went back to using her hot muzzle, working those pursed lips down along him again, shifting how she sat to make sure that if he wasn't pressed in on all sides by her soft chest, that he was welcomed into the wet heat of her mouth.

Yana's hips shifted back and forth as she rubbed her thighs together, her soft backside slowly coming ever more into view as her flight suit started to drop downwards over her hips, revealing a slender thong underneath that slipped neatly between the cheeks of her rear, only to peek out again between her thick thighs. Her tail waved about behind her slowly; a steady, undulating movement that would have had a sort of hypnotic effect if observed from behind.

Elian's breathing had picked up, and he was biting at his bottom lip hard, his head fully within all the sensations that his partner was stirring in him. He felt his own sexual tension well up, and focus in, and he started to lose his concentration and give over towards instinct. He shuddered, feeling his body flush, his muscles start to clench within him, and the canin's furry balls churn while his shaft ached. He fingered along her soft ears adoringly and dragged his hands through her short hair, only able to let out a soft gasp as she finally worked out of him what had been building in him.

Yana rolled her muzzle down onto Elian's shaft in a corkscrew motion, squeezing and rubbing her soft tits all about what of him wasn't inside her muzzle. Her ass rolled about as she just kept her own pleasure at a steady idle, focusing in on the task at hand. She felt him tense, heard him draw in a series of sharp, uneven breaths before he arched up. She gazed up to see his face, muzzle screwed up and held open before he moaned out. With a shudder and gasp, his shaft lurched between her soft tits, and he spilled himself along her tongue and cheeks. Her own cheeks burned now, and she bobbed her muzzle steadily along his prick for a few moments, eliciting sharp gasps and whines from him before she relented, pulling her muzzle back.

Yana let Elian's tip pop noisily from between her lips and set about rubbing her cheeks against him, tongue dragging along his length as one paw rolled and squeezed at his tip, aiming to bring him back down slowly.

Elian's eyes opened and he looked down in time to see Yana pull her muzzle off him. He couldn't help himself, watching in a mixture of lust and embarrassment as his reddened, achingly hard shaft twitched and pulsed his pearly semen over her muzzle and cheeks, and even up along those cupped ears that had been rubbing against him so teasingly before. He groaned out as the last of that tension sloughed off of him, and sat back in his seat, panting heavily.

Yana felt satisfied all around, even if the boy in her hands had made a bit of a sticky mess of her ears and cheeks. She would deal with that later. For now, she had him where she wanted him; his hair trigger exhausted, and hopefully a little less embarrassment about his copilot. She drew her pink tongue along his softening length, smiling as she watched him hang his head back and recover. She reached back, nudging her flight suit the rest of the way off, and sat up some to hook a thumb into her thong, pushing it down her hips and thighs. She was well ready to make good on an earlier fantasy.

Yana had her hand around Elian's shaft, and was just about to see if two could fit up into the EO's seat when she saw the blunt nose of an Antares-class fighter peek out over the edge of the transparent dome and flash an intense spotlight into their cockpit, illuminating the both of them in blinding white light. Yana squinted to adjust her eyes, and Elian woke with a start, eyes snapping open wide, hand lifting quickly to block out some of the bright light. The spotlight turned off, and the cockpit of the other ship came creeping into view. Elian's face drained of blood.

Yana peered up, and then smiled widely. Still with Elian's pink cock in one paw, she lifted her other to wave with a playful laugh, her cheeks fairly rosy; it was one thing to be caught in flagrante delicto, but entirely another to have your EO's spunk matting your fur down. The pilot in the Antares cockpit shook his head in disbelief, then gave them both a thumbs-up and a nod before peeling off, thrusters stirring up some dust from within their hiding spot.

Elian facepalmed. "Oh my god."

Yana laughed and waved a paw dismissively, pulling her tank top off fully before using it as an impromptu towel to wipe her face down. "That's Maximus. Silverstrand probably sent the patrol over to see what happened to us."

"You're kidding. So I suppose the XO knows? Oh god. I'm dead. My career is flushed in the first week."

"Oh not at all. Max is a true gentleman." Yana sat up and kissed Elian on the cheek before sitting back down and starting to tuck herself back into her suit.

"He'll have both our backs. He always does. But we'd better get back on the horn and let them know everything is alright."

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"Patrol group 5, this is Silverstrand XO. Report, what happened to my pilots out there?"

Max shook his head and smiled widely, then clicked the comm over. "Silverstrand, this is Maximus. Looks like they might have had a communications issue down there, but from what I saw, Crank's got her hands around it. No problem."

"Roger, Max. Stay on scene until communication's been re-established. Silverstrand out."