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_ Open Space _

_ Our destination and our home. _

By Puma Concolor.

A fan work done for my good friend.

Angelita Pierterson

Her character used with express permission

and is copyrighted only to her.

Editing by Dasher Cheetah, My personal Thanks.

Chapter 7

After parting ways, Angel and I made our way to what was now our quarters. With a small flurry of getting her settled in and getting the idea across that she was entitled to more than just a small spot under my desk, that she had access to the entire stateroom. It would seem she expected no better treatment that she had during her life in captivity. Once we got her new belongings stowed away, it still left more than ample space as I really did not have much in the way of personal belongings. A few mementos, some of which were my sward from my early days as palace guard, my old back pack and a well worn and tattered buffalo skin coat. All of which meant the world to me but were worthless to anyone else.

After getting her settled in and acquainted with the necessities like the head, food replicator and the media system, we settled down to get a bit better acquainted. Shortly, a call came in that I was needed in the purser's office to validate the partnership status change as well as the position change. I started to argue but realized it was standard protocol and really wasn't going to take much time. It was also a simpler way of making my report on the last three days, into the official records and saving me having to type up and submit from my personal terminal.

After assuring Angel I was not going to be gone for more than a few minutes, I left for a quick run to the office on my deck, all the time dictating an account of what had happened into my ear recorder. Once I had transferred and verified my reports and personal status changes, all were notarized by the purser's assistant, with instructions that a copy had to be approved by the Caption before being made public record. That taken care of, I headed back. A glance at my chronometer indicated I had only been gone for slightly more than 10 minutes. Upon entering, I found Angel naked on the bed with her arms bound and a crude gag fashioned from the towel that was hanging in the head. In panic I rushed to her side and started to pull the gag and remove the bindings when she pulled from me nodding no.

"But.. What.. Angel?... What is going on? Who did this?", I asked worriedly. Her only response was to turn and bend over, face down, her tail high and presenting herself to me.

"You...You want this?", I quirried, looking more closely at her bindings that were obviously self tied.

"Please....", she responded the best she could around the gag and shaking her now very wet sex at me.

I sat for a few more minutes in bewilderment. I guess in her life of captivity she had become accustomed to this type of treatment, perhaps even preferred it. Her scent was that of wanton desire and need, and there was the age old custom of the consummationof our bond.

"Pleeeeeese?", she pleaded again as her scent filled my senses, triggering my primal desires. _Chivalry was quickly loosing out to i_nstinct as I finally relented.

She watched me closely, eyes filled with anticipation as I shed my fatigues and a soft moan escaped her lips as I finally released my already erect cock from the underwear that was but barely containing it anyway.

"Are you sure this is what you want?", I asked as I took position behind her, gently probing her drooling flower with my tip.

"Yesh...Please, yesh!!", was her reply from around her crude gag.

"If I start to hurt...", I started to say as she slammed back, impaling herself on my hard shaft.

"UHHHH!!!!", was her response as our bodies met. I wasn't sure if it was in pain or ecstasy but she made no attempt to dislodge herself from me and clinched down hard with a vice like grip. She finally relaxed a bit and started to pull from me only to again slam back taking me to the hilt. Only this time, she did not stop. She set a rapid pace, panting in desperation as she bucked back into me. I could feel my climax gathering as I was caught up in her need. Placing my paws on her hips, I rutted against her small body as my barbs flared and my testicles filled with hot seed.

"NNNHHHHAAAAA!!!", she screamed as every fiber of her body convulsed, her climax crashing through her.

"Angel....!", I hissed as her release triggered mine and I emptied myself into her, filling her womb with my feline cum. I held her tight against me as we rode out our mutual orgasm. While the afterglow started to settle in, I pulled us into a laying position with myself still deeply embedded in her and reached for her bonds. She released her own hands as I removed the gag.

"You must really like to be tied up I take it?", I asked.

"Oh yes... I have always liked being a slave to my master. To surrender myself totally to you to do with as you will. I do hope this does not displease you?", she innocently asked.

"Well, I have never wanted to enslave anyone, nor do I like the concept but as long as you do not expect me to hurt you, I can accept your surrender to my whims. As long as the choice is yours, I'm ok with it."

"Mmm... That is good! I could not have ever hoped for one so good as you, my master. I am yours anytime you wish and I will give myself to you any way you like.", she murred as she squeezed her vaginal muscles down, driving home the point very pleasantly. Sleep overtook us both.

The next thing I realized, was the chiming of my door. I looked and Angel was no longer in my arms but there was something between my legs. I looked down to find my little mouse slumbering peacefully, nursing my semi-flaccid cock. Again the door chimed...

"Who is it?", I quirried as I swung out of bed, barely waking my Angel.

"It's Mary.", came the simple reply but I could tell something was wrong as she asked, "Let me in?"

I slipped into my underwear and answered the door, to find her and Micky standing there with duffel bags and looking like they had both dressed very quickly. Micky looked frightened and Mary was very upset. Mad as hell, in fact.

"What happened?", I asked as I ushered the two of them inside.

"We had a fight.", she informed me tersely.

"You and Micky?", I asked while looking at the little mouse in disbelief.

"No, Rose and I... The bitch...", Mary growled out.

"Oh? What happened? I thought you two had a good thing going?", I said.

"We did. She came home and blew a gasket.", Mary said.

"Oh? Care to explain?", I solicited.

"Yea. She caught us making love. Little guy was plowing the crap out of me when she walked in. Seems she has a phobia about mice. Said I had to get rid of him.", Mary told me.

"Did you explain we can't do that?", I asked.

"Yea, tried to anyway. Said she didn't care, it was either her or Micky. In fact she said she didn't want anything to do with anything even touched by a mouse and tossed our asses out...", Mary groused.

"She can't do that!", I said in surprise.

"Oh yes she can. The berth was issued to her and I surrendered mine to move in with her. Now I have to apply for another. Can we crash here until that goes through?", she asked me hopefully.

"I have no problems with that Mary, you know that. As long as...", I started to say, looking back over my shoulder at Angel.

The two mice had crawled up on the bed and Angel was consoling the trembling little male. She looked at me with pleading eyes I could easily read.

"As long as?", Mary asked.

"Well I have my answer, judging by the way those two look. I could no more turn you away than I could turn human...", I smiled as I hugged Mary to me.

I glanced back over at Angel, who was hugging Micky excitedly and grinning back at me from ear to ear and whispering to Mic, "We are Family now!"

"I...I hope you don't mind... Micky and I...", Mary paused with embarrassment.

"HighLibido has he?", I chuckled knowingly.

"Pecker like a steel bar and fucks like a pile driver...", Mary giggled now, smiling a little.

"As long as you can put up with Angel and I.", I said, snickering as well.

"You think... Maybe we could ... all...? So I could take care of my girly urges?", Mary asked, now looking at me and Angel who was nodding her head yes and grinning ear to ear.

"Looks like I walked into the right party but I'm going to need to order more glasses.", came a new but familiar voice from the open doorway that I had neglected to close.

As Mary and I brought our attention up, there stood Doc Lazarus in a Fishnet tank top and a very short miniskirt, leaning against the door jam and holding a magnum of champagne and three glasses. "I wasn't expecting to catch every one in one place but so much the better. As it's customary to have a drink with the best man and maid of honor and seeing as how I fit the bill in both cases and as I have the hots for you both, my 72 hour leave just may not be enough. Oh and Angel is right, we will make a very good family. Based on their DNA being viable with every other DNA configuration in the universe, they breed like, well, like mice. So what you say we get naked, drunk and get all fucked up.", shi giggled as shi stepped into the room, locking the door behind hir, using a quarantine lock.