Restoration
#1 of Space Vixin
Abroad the Star ship Anubis.
Ship of death - restoration
Elandra lounged on the long couch formed seamlessly from the same cool smooth material as the wall. Her supple body arching, her bushy tail curling under her, pointed ears pressed against the padding, the vixen tried futilely to banish the day's stresses. Her fur was a deep burnt cherry that blended smoothly into the black of her paws and muzzle, but made the white of her belly and throat seem to glow in even the half light. The shifting color of the light gave it an ethereal quality, like a memory of an aurora. With a dissatisfied bark she let herself drop back again. She felt a pout curl the lip on the side of her muzzle, and shook her head annoyed. Captain. Captain Elandra Terri Raynard. Of course she wouldn't be nearly so stressed out, nor so worried if she had come into the title by the more common method. That is, to complete a pawfull of tours and eventually be awarded her own command. Instead she had worked her way up to first officer, the second in command, and than was forced to take over... She shook her head again, a flash of light and the scent of blood and char still fresh in her memory. She wouldn't be here, in the captains quarters, if the old wolf were still in charge. But he was still in unknown condition, his eyes closed in the deathlike sleep of coma, sustained by some of the finer machinations of the ship, in it's medical ward. Now she was captain, or at least acting captain, and not particularly pleased by the surprise promotion.
Her dower train of thought was cut off by the calm, if insistent, door chime. She closed her eyes, just for a moment pretending she wasn't who she was, and didn't have to do what she had to do... Than the voice in her head, the one that is always reminding us what we are supposed to do, chimed in with it's usual analytical grace, reminding her that she was the captain now, and had to act like it. Than she sat up, made sure her uniform was straight, ran a paw through her hair, and told the door to open. There was a soft, almost imperceptible series of clicks as the door was rolled back on it's track, building pressure, so that a single command, or warning from the ships system, would send it slamming into place, just one more of a thousand vacuum tight seals. One of her long tapered ears twitched as that analytical voice in the back of her head reminded her that the door was there in case she and her compartment were to be bared to space, it would instantly seal them out.
The portal stood wide open, allowing a column of bright light to flood in from the hallway framing the interloper in stark silhouette. She kept her rooms dim, near dark, save for some calming rhythmic pulsation's of a holo-display that flowed in response to any sounds in the room. Generally this just meant her breathing and heartbeat, or the soft pad of her footpaws on the carpet. The entry of another, and his voice made the pattern swell, and flash, reds and oranges splashing through the usually tranquil blues and purples.
"Captain." The feline at the door snapped off a smart salute, his heavy paw brushing just beside his, relatively, small curved ear.
She glared at him in disgust. Her sapphire eyes flashed as she growled at him irritated. "Kadin. How many times have I told you. In my quarters, either address me by name, or leave me alone." She was in no mood for his jests, though the sleek bobcat was usually one of the few crew members that could cut through her brooding and make her smile. Lately she had been harder and harder pressed to smile, in part because the crew had dwindled to far too few.
"I'm sorry Elli." He sighed, the grin fading from his blunt muzzle as he walked slowly towards her.
"I am tired. What do you need?"
"Nothing... I just thought maybe you might want some company. You need to relax." The holo-display rolled waves of gold and brown resonance to his deep purring voice, through the staccato of their two heartbeats, their breathing a pale dusting that framed it all.
She continued to glare at him, but the heat had gone from her gaze. "I'm tired Kadin. I just need to get some sleep. I've go a lot of work tomorrow, not the least of which will be deciding what to do about the Old Wolf." Even comatose she felt the familiar thrill of calling their commander by the only half tolerated nickname. Despite his dark gray, silvery streaked fur, he was not old. In fact he was no older than she was, extremely young to be a captain, but he had distinguished himself more than once as first a fighter pilot and than a squadron commander. When she had first met him she was just starting her run in command staff, and he was still Lieutenant Commander Max Charger. Over the years, and despite the distances between them, as much as light-years at times, they had remained friends. Friends, and lovers, and perhaps more. They had whispered to each other of pups, in the quiet darkness when it felt like theirs was the only warmth in the universe. The starscape outside infant enough to hold even their secret dreams... She shook her head. "He's been down for near a month now. Kira says we can try another treatment, but like before, it's go as much of a chance to kill him as it does cure him. We've been lucky so far, how much longer can it hold out?"
Kadin let her explain it to him again though he knew as well as everyone on the ship did, how the explosion burnt off so much of the Old Wolfs skin and fur, how the piece of shrapnel passed through his neck, and how it's a miracle it didn't' just decapitate him. Kira, the medical officer, an intense young skunk who was awarded the position on board in recognition of her genius like progress through her medical training had made a near fanatical obsession out of saving him. Her black eyes, that once flashed with an obsidian sharp wit were icy and pained now. Like Elandra she had been thrust to the forefront of her particular position by the tragedies that befell her mentor. Now she was the head of the medical ward, and though she was good, very good, she was young and inexperienced, and unprepared for the realities of working in the field. None the less she had developed a number of revolutionary measures to both preserve the integrity of the captains brain and to reconnect and rebuild the shattered spinal connections.
Even so, he remained unresponsive.
Elandra realized that she was lecturing him and trailed off, her eyes luminous with unshed tears. "Oh Kadin. I'm not ready for this." She hunched, her tail curling around her like a security blanket as her shoulders shook with silent sobs.
Kadin reached out to her, lying first one than the other paw on her shoulders, kneading the strained muscles, his large paws sure and strong. Soon she left off her sobs, content to let his paws work the memories of pain, anger, and hurt out of her. She sighed, her eyes half closing as he continued down her back. Even through the mesh of her uniform she could feel his smooth pads, the hard press and teasing prick of his claws, and the measured strength of her security officer and closest confidant. "Kadin..." She said his name instead of all the other things she wanted to say to him, call him, beg of him. "I'm so tired."
"I know." He answered, for all the world sounding like i love you too.
She winced, the visage of her comatose captain flashing before here eyes, the memory of his paws on her back blending with Kadins. She fought back another sob, it felt so close. But slowly he worked her muscles, moving slowly down the arch of her back, kneading the muscles through skin and fur.
For a long time she forgo herself, her problems, her ship, and her crew. The world contracted down to just her and him, with no language or movement save for his paws on her back, and her soft sounds of gratitude. Even the holo-display rippled to a calm, oceanic form, the rhythm of their breath and blood making an endlessly flowing sea green punctuated by the occasional splash or flicker of her sighs. She even managed to silence the little captain voice in her head for a moment, and just enjoy herself.
He reached around her with one paw, the other still rubbing the base of her neck, and neatly unsealed her jacket, pulling it away. Under it her shirt was marked here and there with the days stains of sweat. The thin material clung to her body showing the shade of fur, and revealing the curve of her breast in shadowed relief. Tentatively he let his paw trail down, from her neck, to brush along the top of her right breast. She moaned softly, the nipple responding instantly, straining against her top. Encouraged he curled his strong fingers under her bosom, lifting and squeezing gently. Again she moaned, this time louder sending a flurry of golden butterflies through the holo-display, but turned away. Hanging her head she raised a paw, silencing him even before he could apologize.
"No." She snapped, and he started again to apologize. "No, do not apologize."
"eh..." he stammered... "um... sorr...er..." his ears laid back in embarrassment he trailed off, scooting away from her uncertainly.
Elandra closed her eyes to the tears that welled up again and shook her head. Aware that she was hurting his feelings, or at least making him uncomfortable, but unable to explain herself. She thought of Captain, unconscious a half a dozen floors below them, near the center of the spinning shaft of the ship. She thought of her nights with him, his strong arms holding her close, that roughish smile never far off. She thought of him siting in the corner, staring out at the star field, his eyes pensive and far away. She thought of his rough, enthusiastic, though tender lovemaking. She remembered with a shudder his howl of ecstasy and how complete she felt sharing in his orgasm. She remembered her lover, her friend, incapacitated in the sterile ward below them.
And she remembered her own hunger. They were not a couple, she had known him to have other lovers, and indeed she had herself, Kadin amongst them, but since the captain had been unconscious she had refrained. Nearly a full cycle, and her heat was high, but she had held off. Some feeling of responsibility, that she reluctantly recognized as a sort of morning, had kept her from it. That and the overwhelming weight of her new duties, had left her with little or now time to herself. She sighed, aware of how her body burned at his touch, how it reacted despite her, and how much she needed the relief. Resolutely she turned towards him.
"I'm," He began, but she put one long padded finger to the tip of his muzzle silencing him. His eyes widened for a moment, but than calmed as he watched her reach up with the other paw, unfastening her undershirt and letting it fall open.
She was a lovely creature, stunning even. Sapphire eyes deep and complex as singularities seemed to draw him in. Her long tapered muzzle bloomed into a beautiful face, toped by perfectly semetrical ears. Her hair, thick and black flowed in a cascade down the back of her neck, left unbound to her shoulders. Her neck was fine, long and supple, the white fur that started under her muzzle spread down her neck accentuating the immaculate architecture of her shoulders and breast. Her arms, strong and muscled, but shapely none the less wrapped under her breasts, lifting them just a bit, accentuating their delicate curve even more. Kadin swallowed as he watched the twin mounds, tipped in dark nipples. Her body was no less fit, tight abdomen muscled and lean flaring to wide hips. She complained that they were too big, but they offset the swell of her chest to perfect proportion. Her long legs, still draped in her uniform pants ended in the vacuum black footpaws, tipped with dark blunted claws.
Kadin took all this in, licking his lips hungrily, her heat thick and intoxicating in the air, and couldn't help but respond. His sheath quickly began to swell, soon growing uncomfortably sensitive in his trousers. "Captain-" he began questioningly, but was cut off. She grabbed his head pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. He closed his eyes and let his tongue rougher and shorter than hers but strong and agile, slip into her muzzle. He felt the smooth Ivory of her teeth, the dagger points of her canines, matching even his own. He tasted her sweet flavor, he felt her tongue play along his, filling his muzzle briefly. He gasped, a tremor running through his body followed by a flush of passion, and he forgot what he was going to ask.
Braking the kiss, she panted, her own eyes half lidded, a blush glowing under her face furl, she commanded him "Elandra. Not Captain. Not now." And again she kissed him, and again he kissed her, nodding his assent.
He let her slide his uniform off, pulling his shirt off to reveal his own toned body, muscles bulging and rippling as his paws flow over her, gentle for all his strength. Her own paws moved over his body, refreshing her memory of his form. The detached voice in the back of her head continued to add it's commentary, though apparently less, noting that his bulging biceps were considerably larger and more toned than the Old Wolves, but he just didn't' know her as well... She ran a paw down his arm, starting at the round strong shoulder, one finger tracing the bulging curves of his muscles, returning to his shoulder to trace down his chest and stomach. Again she felt his hard body through the soft fur. Further down she moved her paw, finally wrapping her long slender fingers around his rising shaft, pulling it, gently tugging it free of his sheath.
He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. He nibbled at her ears, delighting at how she squirmed, panting soft little yiffs of pleasure. He set one large paw alongside her neck, holding her cheek and muzzle against his arm as she ran her paws over it. He ran his claws down her side, dragging them teasingly through her belly fur. He slid her pants down, pulling the panties off in the same deft motion, half standing briefly to toss them aside, kicking his own with them, so they were sitting side by side sky clad. He let his paw settle between her thighs, lean and tapered, shapely and strong. He felt her brush curl around her side to tickle his own leg, and curled his tail back along hers to teas at the base. One thick paw finger, he slid between her thighs, brushing against the swollen mound of her sex.
Beside them, in the center of the room, the holo-display pulsed and flashed, ripples and sparks of color dancing about to the sound of their kisses, thrilling to motion with each moan and gasp. Slowly it built, brighter and more colorful as they found more and more where the other was pleased.
As Kadin grew to his full erection, Elandra wrapped both paws around it, gasping and letting out a long low moan of half anticipated pleasure. She had forgotten how well endowed he was. Both paws wrapped around it, she still had room to stroke him, the flared tip still relaxed. Holding his shaft in her paws, she slid off the bed, kneeling in front of him spreading her legs with her tail lashing behind her. He groaned, the scent of her spread sex taunting him. He braced himself, leaning back some, giving her full access to his risen cock. She leaned in, pressing her breasts in on either side of the column of cat meat, squeezing them together, pinching the nipples a bit as she ran him through the silky fur between her tits. She watched his face, smiling at the shivers of pleasure she elicited from him. Still she continued, turning her muzzle down, she took the tip into her mouth, letting her hot tongue loll down to flick between her breasts at the bottom of his sex, while she suckled hard on his cockhead.
Groaning and gasping, dimly aware of the dappled light that played across them from the holo-display, he tried futilely to keep his claws from reflexively unsheathing and sheathing again. He made little thrusts, feeling the soft fur of her bosom and the heat of her muzzle in turn, her tongue was almost too much to bare, curling, long and slick around his cock. Finally he couldn't take it any more, and he reached out, pulling her off, letting his cockehead trail between her breasts, leaving a wet path between the perfect mounds. Placing strong paws on her shoulders he pressed her back, lying her down, her knees bent, footpaws against the bottom of the bed, he knelt between her thighs. Leaning over her so the sizable length of his sex could rub against hers, he proceeded to message her breasts, licking and nipping at her nipples. Ostensibly paying all his attention up there, he let his cockhead brush her neither lips, parting them, but never quite pressing in. He continued teasing this way, until with a half gasp of orgasm half yiff of annoyance, she reached between her legs, clamping onto him, and holding him against her.
Grinning, he took the hint, and slowly pressed forward. She moaned again, this time loudly, throwing a golden light around the room, as inch after inch of her feline friend was buried in her. Deeper and deeper he went, until she felt she must certainly be entirely filled. Still further he pushed, slowly, gently, but with the calm strength that reminded her that if he wanted to there wasn't a thing she could do to stop him from continuing. The voice in the back of her head reminded her that this wasn't by any means her first time, and anyway, he's a feline, they're genetics aren't compatible. The voice seemed like it was maybe going to continue, but he finally hilted in her! She felt the fur of his sheath brush the blossom of her slit, and her body rippled tight, milking him greedily. An expert thrust of her hips ran a goodly part of his length across her g-spot, eliciting a loud rowl of ecstasy from him. The voice, was gong to continue it's commentary, when he let go. She felt the first hot splash of pre cum throb into her, followed closely by his flaring. The barbs on his cockhead fully engorged spread out inside of her, setting a dozen or so points of fire off inside of her that moved with him. She let out a howl as the first of her orgasms rippled through her, followed by a languid warmth that at first felt like finished, but soon proved to be just a beginning.
he began to draw himself out of her, two full pawfulls out, and his swollen head was still within her. Again, harder this time, he thrust into her. She yiffed, her clawed paws digging into the thick carpeting, a lewd squelch accompanying his refilling her. Again he pulled out, and again he drove himself home. Again, and again. Soon he was pounding into her, his ears laid back in effort, eyes closed against the ecstasy.
Again she felt an orgasm ripple through her, this one heavier, harder. She felt warmth against her tailhole as she leaked out around him. She began to thrust back, matching his rhythm, tensing and releasing, milking him. She could feel him, every last inch of him, and every detail of each individual barb. He was hot inside of her, searing, like a glowing brand of pleasure. His powerful paws, one on her waist, the other holding up one knee squeezed against her, only showing her when she overwhelmed his concentration with the pinpricks of his claws reflexively pricking her skin. More and more she began to thrust, harder and harder he hilted in her! The holo-display was a cacophony of colors and forms, dancing to their ragged breathing, their beating hearts, and the moans, growls, yiffs, and yowls of ecstasy. More and more they lost themselves in the other. Soon she was resting nothing but her shoulders and her arms on the ground, her whole body arched in pumping, grinding, thrusts riding him all the while! She pulled away, driving back again, so far off he nearly slid from her, before hilting splashing her fluids onto him, wetting his belly fur and hers, both of their thighs soaked. He felt endless within her!
She came again, and again, and soon lost count as one orgasm flowed into the next. Dimly she felt his paws shift, now behind her back, and squeezing her buttocks. She yiffid surprised as she felt herself lifted bodily from the floor. He stood, holding her from behind, letting her rest on the length of his cock! It felt amazing. Pressures inside of her changed and he felt half again as thick. Throwing her head back she began to howl. Reflexively she griped his shoulders, keeping herself somewhat upright, as he lifted her completely off of him, than drove her all the way down again! Each time he impaled her on his cat spike, she howled louder, her orgasm redoubling in intensity!
She soon gave into the feeling, giving up every last bit of control and let him manipulate her as the white light of ecstasy consumed her conscious thought. She abandoned her soft to the feeling and thought it couldn't get any more intense, when suddenly he stopped. Her head snapped forward, a reprimand telling him to continue, begging him not to stop, ready on her lips.
And he came. Turning he braced her against the wall, still keeping her footpaws off the ground, though the tip of her brush flicked the carpet, he drove all the way into her, his hard chest pressing her to the cool material of the cabin, he let go completely. She was cut off by the feral, growling gasp as he pumped his seed into her. She curled against him, burying her muzzle in the soft fur of his neck, her own body convulsing to hard to make a sound as he exploded into her. She felt him throb, pulsing along his length, each one ending in another detonation of seamen and rapture. Each spurt of cum sluicing into her, hot and slick. He didn't stop until it began to drip, white pearls of pleasure spattering the carpet below them and trailing the length of her bush.
Turning on weak knees, he carried her to the bed, still curled around him, still deep inside of her, both of them remembering to breath, and doing so with the relish and relief of drowned beasts finding the surface. Near exhaustion he lay her back onto the bed, pulling out carefully. Even so she murmured and winced as his still swollen barbs pulled free of her oversensitive petals with a soft pop. Lying beside her he wrapped his strong arms around her, and she nuzzled into his chest, eyes sleepy and content.
Her breathing relaxed, as did his and they were both about to fall asleep when her com chimed, and she waved a hand in response. Absently she noted that the nagging voice had returned and was reminding her that she was in desperate need of a shower. Kira's clear voice came across the com line, true as if she were in the room with them. "Captain... I'm so sorry... I... I just thought..." She sounded excited and terrified.
"What is it?" Elendra pressed indifferently allowing herself the luxury of letting the languor she felt droll into her purring voice, she was toying with one of Kadins ear tips. He smiled down at her.
"I... I..." She seemed to take a moment to collect herself. "I went against orders Captain. I issued the treatment without your connect." Her voice grew sharp, terse.
Elandra froze, her blood turned to ice and every terror seemed to explode before her gaze. She couldn't speak. Even Kadin, his head still on her lap seemed to tense, his claws biting into her leg as he listened expectantly... Finally she managed: "And?"
"He's awake. It was a success."
Max Charger is copyright his creator (used with permission) All other characters and story copyright me. Don't steal now, you know it's bad.
Should I continue? More story, other characters? Curious.