[STORY] Downtime

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More adventures for Kaede! Waking up after an unexpected, sexy encounter with her childhood best friend (see: The Treatment), Kaede tries to track Cass down, only to find herself succumbing to her growing libido — and face to face with Kiro again! (This story’s super relevant to upcoming content!)

DOWNTIME

Desire is a funny thing. I’d always thought that friendship meant you never had to be awkward and self-conscious. That you were free to be yourself, without fear, around each other. Then last night, my best friend showed up at my apartment with a slew of gene mods that had taken her from boyish and rail thin to voluptuous and buxom, and she’d reeked of sex. I should have said no. I should have thrown her in a cold shower, or taken her to see a doctor. But I’d been lonely and horny ever since I got back from Tarkus, and she’d always been so beautiful….

Cass was gone when I woke up. Maybe it was better that way. I don’t know what I would have said to her. We’d been friends since childhood — platonic friends, until last night. She’d tutored me when I was on the brink of dropping out of school again, been there for me during my Estrobloom treatment, helped me pick out my very first ship. But when she showed up on my doorstep with all sorts of body mods, I’d slammed her back into the couch and fucked her like an animal.

After Tarkus, I really didn’t need more reasons to feel like shit about my sexuality.

I peeled myself off of the cum-slathered couch and did a walk-through of my apartment, just to make sure Cass was really gone. She was; all that was left was the thick, musky smell she’d brought with her. The scent was just as potent as it had been last night, and one sniff sent a shiver down my spine, made my mouth water and my cock stir, even after what seemed like a dozen orgasms.

All I could do was pull the little scrubber bot out of my closet and put it to work on the fabric stains in the cushions, then hit the shower myself. The cold water felt like ambrosia on my bare skin, cleansing me of the smell of sex, sweat, and cum that clung to me. I stayed in for a long, long time, well after the shower had scrubbed the reek of the night off me. I laid my head against the stall wall, cursing at myself, replaying the night over and over in my mind, trying not to cry. I knew I’d fucked up, told myself that our friendship would never be the same again. I’d never look at Cass the same way again, especially with those porn-star gene mods.

And l couldn’t ignore the fact that I’d cum inside her, no condom in sight. Shit.

I stepped out of the shower close to nine station time, wrapped in a towel and slippers. The scrub-bot had already finished, and my apartment looked spotless and smelled fresh as roses. You could never have guessed what happened here just a few hours prior, except by the little bit of wetness still lingering on my couch. I sighed hard and went to change. I should have tried to call Cass, should have run after her as soon as I woke up. Instead, I took my time putting my clothes on, brushing out my hair and tail.

When I stepped back out of my bedroom, my holoband was blinking. Oh boy, here it comes. I’d been dreading this since I saw Cass was gone: the phone call. The condemnation and reproach, blaming me for taking advantage, telling me she’d never want to see me again. I paused with my finger over the answer key, mind racing with dread. It was a pure exertion of will to finally answer, halfway through the last ring.

“Hey, Cass, I-”

“Kaede? Hey, kiddo!” my dad’s voice rang strong and true over the comms. I breathed a silent sigh of relief. I could imagine him grinning, warm and welcoming over the line. “Expecting someone else?”

“Hi dad. No, uh, not really,” I lied, slipping the holoband over my wrist. The projector kicked in, taking a 3D image of me and projecting one of my father onto the screen. He waved. “What’s up?”

He gave me a half smile. “Turtle butt, that’s what. Think you’re forgetting something today, kiddo?”

I blinked. It was a quarter past nine, and- “Oh, shit, I completely forgot! I’m so sorry, dad, I’ll leave right now and-”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he said with a casual wave of his hand. “A busy girl like you can’t be expected to remember her poor old man…”

I groaned and bonked my head against the wall, just hard enough that it hurt. I deserved a lot worse. “I’m really sorry. Rough night. You think you could make lunch, or…?”

“Got a meeting with a client from JoyCo already. Dinner?”

“Dinner,” I smiled with relief. “Maybe I can get us in at Alondo’s. My treat.”

“Well, that’s a hard offer to pass up… alright, see you there, kiddo. Love you.” He flashed me a smile, and the line cut off.

The holoband slipped out of my hands and clattered to the floor. Shit. Breakfast today was supposed to have been an olive branch. Dad and I hadn’t exactly been in speaking terms since the bogus run he’d sent me on a few weeks ago. I’ve never been that close to just punching somebody, let alone my dad. Hell, if his crew chief, Ivan, hadn’t given me a gun right before I left, I probably wouldn’t have made it back at all. I was still having nightmares about that fight; about putting a bullet through a pirate. Tonight was the first time I’d woken up with anything else on my mind.

Right. Cass. Back to panicking.

I picked the holoband back up, flipped through my contacts, and pushed the little picture of Cass’s face — one with much, much smaller lips than I’d seen last night. The commlink dialed, and dialed, and spat back an alert of no-answer.

“Pick up your damn phone, Cass,” I growled, calling again. No answer. Shit.

This was something that we should talk about in person anyway, right? I pushed the V.I. control button next to my door and asked it to find Cass. It chirped back that she wasn’t on station. I smacked it and asked again.

“I’m sorry, Miss Kaede. Miss Cassandra is not on the station.”

Great time to cross some wires, apartment. I made a mental note to buy a new V.I. — or get my ship A.I. to copy over onto my home network — and grabbed my jacket. I’d just have to track her down the old fashioned way.

Tavros is a big place, by space station standards: more than a hundred decks tall, and each quarter rotation is the size of several terrestrial city blocks. Thank Steele Tech for funding a floating metropolis of the fringe of Confederate space. The station was crowded to bursting and then some thanks to the new Planet Rush, and the corridor outside my apartment was so packed that I could barely breathe; the moment I stepped outside, I was squished between a burly ausar man and a leithan girl’s backside and swept away in the crowd. The leithan, a towering six-legged taur of a woman wearing not much more than a skirt and a couple of pasties, quickly overwhelmed me with that same murky, thick odor that I’d recognized on Cass the night before. New perfume, she’d said. I spent the next couple of minutes shuffling behind the leithan, continuing to get a faceful of that strange smell… and starting to fight down a returned libido that grew more and more irksome as I walked; by the time I made it to the lift station, my jeans were bulging painfully and my tail kept flicking up against the ausar man behind me. I looked over my shoulder at him, caught his eye, and blushed when he grinned down at me. What the hell?

I hopped into the lift, thankfully parting ways with the both of them, and crossed my legs to hide my unwanted erection from the dozen or so other people that crammed in behind me. Six decks later, the boner passed, along with the last traces of the leithan’s perfume clinging stickily to my face. Ugh. My ausar half might have given me a keener-than-normal sense of smell, but I’d never had something like that happen before… and now, twice in a day. Could there really be a perfume that makes ausars fuck-crazy? You’d think that’d be against the law. Even if not, I’d have to either go jerk off or buy a gas mask if I kept running into it.

The lift dinged on the commercial deck, and I hopped off into another busy corridor, trying to shake my head clear. All that maneuver accomplished was sending cascades of loose red hair into my eyes and making my head hurt like after a bad hangover. Alright, focus. I needed to find Cass, and soon. I ought to be able to do that in my sleep — after all, I’ve only known her my whole life, right? First place to look was Anon’s bar, our favorite watering hole. I adjusted my jeans and made my way there as quick as I could given the congestion of bodies pressing every which way.

The inside of the bar was a blessed relief from the crowd outside, sparsely populated at this time of day — though about a dozen people scrunched up on the bar stools clearly adhered to the “It’s five o’clock somewhere!” placard over the door. A redhead who looked like an ungodly mix of kaithrit cat-girl and canid ausar was loudly complaining to hologram, and a chocolate-skinned woman with a swollen belly was trying to get the attention of a few of the wealthier-looking suits coming in; otherwise, Anon’s was as close to dead silent as I’d ever seen it. No Cass in sight.

I sighed, and scratched my head. As far as I knew, Cass didn’t have an apartment on Tavros anymore — unlike me, she’d always been content to crash aboard her ship. She wasn’t prone to whoring, so no need to check Beth’s. Then again, up until she’d turned up on my doorstep last night, I’d never pictured her to be a mod junkie, either. I still didn’t know what to make of that… the last time I’d seen her, she’d be a cute little rail of a girl, almost androgynous; then last night she’d shown up with a pair of pornstar tits and hips like a raxxian dancer. To say nothing of those lips….

Gah! Down, girl.

Maybe I ought to check some of the gene-mod stores around. She had to have gotten those somewhere, right? It’d been years since I set foot in any of them, not since my Estrobloom Plus treatments, but it shouldn’t be hard to track down whatever stores sell sex mods like that. Considering the cost of mods these days, there couldn’t be more than two or three, right?

I turned to leave, and tripped face-first into a pair of big, fluffy tits. A moment passed in silence, the length of a heartbeat before I managed to catch myself against the woman and stagger back, babbling an apology and “oh God sorry, I need to look where I’m going I-”

“Kaede! Long time no see,” the woman said, flashing me a grin.

“K-Kiro!?”

If there’s anybody in the galaxy I should want to put a bullet in, it’s Kiro Tamahime. The last run my dad had sent me on went bad because of her, because she’d stolen Chow’s sleek new ship that I was supposed to make a delivery to… and then proceeded to disarm me, pin me down, and fuck me before I knew what had hit me. Every instinct I had told me to plant my fist in her face and see how much a galaxy-famous pirate’s bounty was worth.

Before my muscles would answer the call, she stepped up and gave me a great big bear hug. My whole body went rigid as I felt those huge, lush breasts press against me through the fabric of her dress. I felt a little peak of something else pressing into my thigh, too, and tried desperately to ignore the both of them. “I thought it might be you. What’s with standing there gawking?”

Punch her! Punch her kick her shoot her…

I hugged Kiro back.

Punchkickshootheadbuttcrotchknee- “S-sorry. I, um, I was looking for a friend, and-”

“What a coincidence. So was I!” the kui-tan pirate said, eying me with those big, golden eyes of hers. “Looks like I found her…. Let me buy you a drink?”

My body turns traitor on me sometimes. I had every reason — every right — to be furious at her. I should have hit her. More importantly, I should have been out there looking for a friend whom I was worried half to death about. Instead, I gave her a nervous smile and nodded. God dammit. Some part of my mind chimed in: She did save your life, after all.

“Great,” she said, giving me a wink and motioning towards the bartender. Before I knew what was going on, I was sitting in a booth across from Kiro with a glass of scotch burning its way down my throat and a bulge in my pants that was coming on with a vengeance, and not because of any smell. The front of her outfit, the bastard descendant of a kimono and a sinfully short china dress, was held together by the sheerest bit of cloth, giving me and anybody looking her way an ample look at her cleavage. Two off-black half-moons peeked out at me from the edge of the fabric and the sea of chestnut fur coating her chest, dark nipples tenting her dress almost as bad as my jeans were.

I was going to need a change of underwear at this rate.

“You were looking for me?” I finally managed to ask, thanks in part to the liquid courage. The idea was almost laughable, really. A legendary space pirate looking for a rookie freighter jockey? She could just as easily have shot me out of the sky any other day. Or forcibly boarded my ship and used my body like her plaything again…

She grinned and nodded. “That’s right. A little birdy told me you lived here on Tavros. And if you’re looking for somebody, might as well start at the bar. Sometimes I get drunk, forget what I’m doing, and buy a few leithan whores; sometimes it actually works!” Kiro winked at me and slipped back in her seat, resting her arms on the backboard in a way that did amazing things to the front of her dress. It took a force of will to at least occasionally glance up at her face; completely averting my gaze was just out of the question, and Kiro clearly knew it. She shifted her shoulders slightly as she spoke, making her bust jiggle and bounce under the sheer restraint of her dress until they threatened to burst out at any moment.

“Anyway, I’ve got a proposition for you, Kaede,” she purred, laying on the sex kitten act like a kaithrit in heat.

Like a… oh, shit.

Perfume’s ass, Cass had been so into heat that she’d been a walking cloud of sex pheromones. No wonder she’d been so so eager to fuck… to modify her body like that to flaunt her sexualty. To attract a mate.

And I’d fucked her. Mated with her. I’d…

I felt a crushing sensation pound down on my heart. Oh, God, I’d… Cass was probably… we might… oh, fuck oh fuckohfuck. I slumped back in the booth, feeling like my whole body was made of lead and regret. If Cass really was in heat, there was a damn good chance I was going to be a father. Oh my God.

“Hey. Kaede. You okay?” I heard Kiro’s voice like through a bathtub, a faint murmur fading back into focus. She might have been talking for minutes before snapping me out of it. My eyes snapped up to her face, the boob-induced trance they’d been in finally broken.

“No,” I growled, starting to scoot out of the booth. “I’ve got shit to do, Kiro. Maybe later.”

She caught my arm as I was standing, hard enough to pull me back down. “Come on, Kaede, at least hear me out. You won’t regret it.”

I tried to shake my hand free, but Kiro held fast, determined. The playful smile faded from her black lips, replaced by deadly seriousness.

The anger I hadn’t managed to act on earlier flared back up, and I sent my foot crashing under the table between Kiro’s legs. She gasped, in surprise rather than pain, when my heel settled on her crotch, digging into the thick sheath hiding her sex. The kui-tan groaned, squirming back, even letting go of my hand. I shifted my foot’s grip down, out of the sheath itself and to the little strip of flesh between it and her the two hefty, fur-coated nads beneath it. I could feel them through the fabric of her dress, huge and throbbing and swollen with hermaphroditic seed. I ground into that vulnerable island of skin where cock and two balls met, and sure enough I soon felt something thick and hot growing out across the underside of my foot.

“Wh-what’re you…” Kiro groaned, a surprisingly feminine whine escaping her lips as I rubbed the underside of her rising length.

Payback’s a bitch. “Don’t make a sound. You’re a wanted woman, you know. Would be a shame if you made a scene… drew everyone’s attention right to you. I think I saw a couple of Peacekeepers right outside. Yeah, there they are,” I said, nodded out the window to a couple of blue-and-gray uniformed officers milling around outside. “I wonder how fast you can run with this third leg hanging out?” For emphasis, I drew my foot all the way up from base to crown, teasing the flared head of Kiro’s cock. Her dress looked like somebody’d run a pipe up the front, and it was still going. With a little help from me, the tip peeked out from between Kiro’s tits, winking at me with its finger-sized slit.

All kui-tan females have cocks. Some cock-stim experiment gone wrong, they say. But I’ve never seen anything like Kiro before: she’s hung like a horse — literally. The slab of meat poking out of her dress felt as thick around as my arm against the underside of my foot, veiny and swollen and massive in all the right ways. A rebellious part of my mind wondered what it would feel like to take that inside me. I’d seen first hand the kind of mess she could make, the flood of cum those baseball-sized nads produced. She’d held me down and ridden me when we first met, hosing me with the stuff. But now under the table, the tables were turned.

“St-stoppit,” Kiro managed to stammer out, squirming as I worked my toes up and down her shaft. “That’s enough, I get it, I get it!”

“Keep it down,” I hissed, nodding towards a brightly-colored caruna male walking in, his eyes instantly drawn to the complaining kui-tan. Lucky her, from this angle all he could see was her back.

Kiro scowled but did as she was told, biting her lip to keep from moaning like a whore.

I moved faster in turn, grinding hard against her throbbing shaft even as I kicked my other boot off and slipped it under the hem of her short-cut dress. She couldn’t stop a squeal as my bare toes found the underside of her sack, cupping her fuzzy nuts and rolling them in my grasp. I moved that foot up a bit, just enough to find the loop of fabric holding her dress together. I gave it the slightest tug, and it fell away easily, letting her clothes fall open-faced. Slut though she might be, Kiro clutched an arm around her chest, hugging her clothes to herself. Given unrestricted access, my feet pulled her equine prick back down under the table where I could really work on it. My other boot got kicked off in the process, leaving both feet bare and able to feel the intense heat radiating from her member.

And something else other than heat, too. She was already starting to dribble, a steady leak of pre-cum bubbling out from her dick and onto the floor of the bar. Not a couple of drops like a normal person: I mean an actual stream of constant, viscous release. My feet got covered in it almost immediately, but that just lent some much-needed lube to the affair. Soon, I was gliding across the taut, firm surface of her pink prick, feeling like some kind of sexual ice skater. Kiro just kept squirming and spurting, whining and moaning quietly whenever it got too intense for her.

Ugh, I was going to be a mess after this, but god damn it felt good to give the pirate slut a taste of her own medicine. I could tell she was enjoying it: the heaving rise of her chest, the pants and groans, the way she dug her fingers into the cushions trying to hold back. The same way I enjoyed her fucking me on her ship: the sensation was amazing, but I hadn’t wanted it — would have given anything for it to end no matter how good it felt. I grinned to myself and moved faster, putting my whole body into every stroke.

Finally, Kiro broke. She slumped back in her seat, trying desperately not to scream. But her hips spoke for her: they started pistoning a moment later, thrusting into the grasp of my feet, using my pre-soaked arches like a pussy to fuck. I licked my lips as the reek of kui-tan seed and desperate need reached my nose, a more subdued but no less exciting variant of Cass’s aroma the night before. My own cock strained painfully in my jeans, begging for a touch in return. I refused it, concentrating solely on Kiro, on making sure the pirate was all but begging for me to make her cum. She stared wordlessly at me, her golden eyes huge as saucers, imploring and so full of lust that if she’d asked aloud, I don’t know if I could have stopped myself from fucking her right then, bending over the table and lifting my tail to give her a real hole to fuck. My tail rose at the thought, instinctively making way for anything that wanted to slip between my legs.

Of course, Kiro didn’t dare say anything. If she’d opened her mouth, I don’t think she could have kept herself from screaming so loud that those peacekeepers outside couldn’t have done anything but rush in… and see one of the galaxy’s most wanted swimming in a growing puddle of her own spooge. She kept thrusting, pounding her horsecock between the soles of my feet, slathering the both of us in her freely-flowing spooge. I could feel rivulets of it splatter onto my legs all the way up to the knees: hot and deliciously sticky, drooling back down to join the puddle between us.

Kiro’s cum-flow was only getting stronger and more urgent, and I could feel her equine dong swelling with impending orgasm, almost ready to burst. I angled her shaft down, just enough to make sure she didn’t bust her nut all over me, and redoubled my own movements. She didn’t last half a minute more.

Kiro clapped her hands over her mouth, trying to contain a roar of pleasure as she finally came. I couldn’t see it under the table, but I could feel her massive shaft throb and squirm, spurting again and again until it just combined into a single outpouring of kui-tan semen, shooting onto the booth’s underside like a firehose. I cast a glance down, and saw a tide of white cream sloshing out the side of the booth into the floor. At this rate, Kiro could probably fill a bathtub with the right encouragement.

When it was over, the pirate was left panting and gasping, barely able to sit upright. I grinned at her and slipped out of the booth. Spooge squelched underfoot, covering my bare toes with a hot, sultry wetness that clung to me as I moved.

“F-fuuuuck,” Kiro groaned, slumping face-first onto the table.

“We’re even,” I whispered into one of her fuzzy ears. I picked my boots up, slipped them on without concern for the thick coating of spunk on my feet, and walked away with a wet plop at every step.

III

What does it say about me that I actually felt good about my encounter with Kiro? In a sexual way, I mean. I walked out of Anon’s with a skip in my step — or at least, as much of one as I could manage in my soaked condition. Once I stuffed my pants legs into my boots, I looked mostly presentable, in a disheveled sort of way. At least I wasn’t coated with cum anywhere someone could see.

My realization about Cass kept gnawing away at the back of my mind, though. I still needed to find her, and I was exactly nowhere closer than when I’d woken up. Hell, I was even back to being cum-slathered again. One step forward, two steps back.

After a few minutes of aimless wandering, I slumped down on a bench near the deck’s center and sighed. Me, a dad? God… I never wanted kids, and I knew Cass didn’t either. We were both too focused on our jobs for that sort of thing. Hell, I could barely manage even casual relationships. Shit, what a mess. All I could hope for was that I was wrong, that Cass had been smarter than that. But a sinking part of my mind knew that she’d come to me too desperate for that. I should have recognized it, instead of thinking with my dick.

Before I could wax melancholic again, my holoband bleeped and sent a little vibration up my arm. The name “Athena” sprawled across the tiny screen on my wrist. I keyed it, and the holoprojectors flickered to life, rendering a woman made of green light over my hand. She was tall and lean, almost statuesque, clad in a loose toga that showed a great deal of firm leg and supple chest. Her hair fell about her shoulders in silky viridian waves, just a shade lighter than her emerald flesh.

A pair of fiercely intelligent eyes regarded me. “Captain,” she said, by way of greeting. Athena’s voice was smooth, confident, and as cold as ice.

“It’s Kaede, dammit,” I said, rubbing my temple. My finger came away a little sticky. Ew.

“Sorry, Captain Kaede,” she said, the corners of her thin lips turning into a hint of a smile. She was supposedly one of the smartest A.I.s in the galaxy, and I swear she still expected me to buy that she couldn’t learn that one simple request. “You wanted me to call you after your appointment this morning?”

Shit. I’d completely spaced on that, too. I looked at my holoband’s watch, saw it was 10:00 on the dot. I actually had a job to do.

“What’s on the schedule, Athena? That JoyCo haul?”

“Not until tomorrow, Captain Kaede. You have a holoconference with a representative of Nova Securities in five minutes. A retrieval run to Myrellion, I believe.”

Myrellion: far fringe planet, just opened up with the new Planet Rush. Work that far afield was lucrative, since most established hauler companies won’t go to the frontier yet. Too wild and dangerous, and way too many pirates. One short hop could net me enough to last a month or more, assuming everything went to plan. I couldn’t afford to turn that kind of job offer down, but…

I fixed my gaze on Athena. “Think you can handle it for me?”

She cocked an eyebrow. “You wish me to conduct your business for you?”

“I trust you,” I said, trying to smile. “Besides, it’s a holocon. You’d probably just be talking to a V.I. anyway. Try and hike the price up, and make sure we’re not moving anything illegal. Or dangerous.”

“Understood,” she said with a slight nod. After a moment’s thought, she added, “Careful what you ask for, Captain Kaede. I might just decide to run your business without you.”

I laughed. Short, weak, but a laugh nonetheless. I’d only worked with Athena for a few months now, just since accidentally finding her on the same run I’d met Kiro on. She was brilliant, in her way, and probably knew the freighter game better than I did by now. If I could scrounge up the money to get her a cyber frame to inhabit, she probably could do my job without me. “Good. I could use a vacation. Just make sure to bring Talon Rogue back by nine.”

“Aye, Captain. Over and out.”

“Oh! Wait, Athena!” I snapped, just in time to keep the call up. She blinked at me. “Can you make, say, a limited copy of yourself?”

She pursed her lips, thinking for a moment. “I’m a grown A.I., Captain. I cannot reproduce in the traditional sense, nor can I fully clone myself. However, with-”

“No, no, no. Nevermind. I just need a new utility V.I. for my apartment. The one I’ve got’s a piece of shit. Pretty sure it’s broken.”

“Ah. I believe I can manage that. Understand that any copy I make will be rudimentary at best.”

I nodded. “That’s fine. I just need something to help around the house.”

“Understood. Check your inbox at your convenience. If you’ll excuse me, I have a holoconference to attend.”

She winked out of existence. Well, that was two things off my mind at least. I stood and took a few squelching steps towards the lift station. With a halfway functional V.I., I should be able to look up where Cass was on the station net. I punched the elevator button, and then tried calling Cass again while I waited. Still no answer. Doesn’t hurt to try, I guess.

The lift doors hissed open with a pneumatic flare and I sloshed in. Turns out boots full of cum were a lot less sexy when it started getting cold. The only other person in the car gave me a friendly smile as I stepped in and pressed my floor. She was the same leithan girl I’d run into outside my apartment — that much was evident the first time I tried to draw in a breath, and was immediately assailed by that now-familiar aroma of fuck and breed. She didn’t have anything on but a tiny pink skirt that barely covered her tauric body and a pair of bubblegum-colored pasties on her nipples, stark against her gray skin and black scales. Her tits bounced enticingly as the lift started upwards. They weren’t much larger than mine, but the black chitin plating around them gave the two orbs a delightfully sleek look.

I tried to hold my breath, but even then, I could feel the musky cloud clinging to me, mixing with her scent, Cass’s, and Kiro’s, all mingling together around me until I felt my boxers get forced out of the way by my returning hardness. I squirmed back against the wall of the cart and crossed one leg over the other, trying to hide the bulge in my pants. Unlike last time I’d bumped into her, I couldn’t just safely hide behind the musky taur, and I quickly felt her eyes drawing over me.

“You okay, cutie?” she asked. As she spoke, her reptilian tail curled up, hiking the skirt with it. My eyes just about watered as the intensity of her heat-scent redoubled.

“Uh, yeah, fine,” I croaked, tugging at the collar of my T-shirt. I glanced up at the deck counter over the door. Half way there.

She gave me a quizzical look, then cast a glance back over her animalistic lower half. Her tail curled back down, tucking in against her sex. “Oh, sorry, honey. I hadn’t even noticed yet… must be that time of year!” The leithan gave me an apologetic shrug and blushed a slightly deeper shade of gray.

I mumbled something incoherent and stumbled out of the car the moment it hit my floor. The next few moments were spent gasping for breath, trying to calm down. I felt bad for the poor leithan girl, but… oh, fuck, that boner wasn’t going down. Lucky me, I wasn’t far from my apartment. Wrapping my jacket around my waist like a skirt, I shuffled into the crowd and back home where I could cool off and then find my missing friend.

I made it home without further incident. The braindead V.I. greeted me with its usual monotonous, “Welcome home, Miss Kaede.” I grunted at it and dropped my britches, stumbling out of them and my boxers in one inelegant maneuver that left me in nothing but my T-shirt and boots, my cock dangling between my legs, already beading with watery white pre. I waddled into the bathroom, trailing clothes behind me, and flopped down in my shower. My boots came off in a sticky mess, and Kiro’s cum came pouring out when I turned them upside down. I paused after the first few drops, shouted for the V.I. to lock my doors, and slipped down onto my back.

I don’t know what primal, cum-hungry part of my lust-addled brain made me do it, but I found myself on my back, tipping my boots of Kiro-spunk up onto myself in a one-girl bukkake. Not as hot as I’d have liked, but the sensation of creamy white slathering across my chest sent shocks of pleasure through me. I tossed the boots out of the stall and grabbed my tits, squeezing and cupping the perky little mounds and rubbing the spunk into my skin. Oooh, that was nice. I reached up with a foot and kicked the shower on for the second time that day, slipping into a blissful numbness as the water rushed down on me. Kiro’s jizz might as well have been soap the way I treated it, rubbing it across every inch of titflesh I could get my hands around, and then down onto my own cock, using the last drops I could get as lube to jack myself off.

The way my libido was acting up, you’d think I hadn’t had a marathon lovemaking session with my best friend the night before. Nothing to do about it now, other than to wrap my hands around my shaft and start beating my meat like it owed me money. Completely on autopilot, my free hand slipped up to the caddy hanging on the door, pulled out my waterproof vibe, and slipped it down between my legs. Images of thick kui-tan horsemeat filled my mind as I flipped it on, letting the buzzing head tease its way between my cheeks, giving in to that insatiable urge to bend over and let the pirate fill me with her massive cock.

Whatever resentment I held for Kiro evaporated into the hot mist, replaced by that utter willingness I’d felt at the bar. The feeling surged back while my mind wandered into fantasies of horsecocks and big, fluffy balls full of cum. I let myself go limp and languid, and the vibrator slid easily into my ass with a shock of pleasure so fierce that I nearly came on the spot. The eight-inch puppy-pecker of a toy was nowhere near thick enough for what my lusting mind needed, but I took it to the hilt like an eager whore all the same, right until I felt the thick latex knot buzzing against my open hole. I grit my teeth and gave the shaft the last little push to lodge it inside, stretching me wide around the vibrating bitch-breaker. Now that’s better…

I left it where it was, clenched in place by my tight tailhole and buzzing away as my hands slipped back to my own canid shaft and wrapped around it. I might have lost track of time after that, letting my hands glide over my slick prick, teasing the knot and pointed tip between long, slow strokes, letting my vibrator do most of the work. Of their own accord, my legs curled up and spread, opening up to let my imaginary lover ravish me. Images of Kiro flooded my mind, the kui-tan’s hands planted on my knees, pounding her gargantuan horsecock into me, stretching my body around her equine meat like a condom. One of my hands slipped down to my balls, rolling them between my fingers, and suddenly my fantasies shifted to my college girlfriend, Anno. My imagination conjured her in all her co-ed glory and all slathered in lube, slipping between my legs, gliding down my body until her lips wrapped around my sack, suckling until I’d cum and cum.

Anno gave way to images I didn’t want today: Cass. I’ll admit it, on a few lonely, drunken nights I’d thought about my lovely friend when I touched myself, but it had always been romantic, tender lovemaking. Purely fantasy, a dim desire in the back of my subconscious. Now, though, my mind conjured vivid images of Cass in her new, modified body: nerdy cuteness replaced by womanly sexuality, a body that dripped lust and desire in a cloud that set my mind on fire.

I moaned as the figment of Cass straddled me, stroking my cock with both hands, angling it to the juicy slit of her drooling cunt. The feeling of sliding into her had been heavenly, like gliding into a tight crevice made wholly of hot lube; my lust-addled mind recreated the sensation with uncanny accuracy, letting me experience that moment of irrevocable penetration — that moment when my closest childhood friend became my lover — in immaculate detail.

I came harder than I’ve ever cum before.

I felt the surge of seed swelling in my loins and, a moment later, a hot squirt of spunk blasting across my belly and reaching up to coat the undersides of my tits. I gasped and squirmed, back arching off the shower floor as a scream of pleasure tore from my lips. Cum flooded over me for the second time today, wrapping me in that unique blend of warmth and filthiness that I loved.

Wait, what.

I groaned as my orgasm passed, and spent the next several minutes soaping up and washing the heady mix of kui-tan and half-ausar semen off of myself — no mean feat, given the way I’d managed to rub it in everywhere, including my tail fur and hair. I tried not to think of what I’d just done to myself, a series of poor decisions that I should have hated myself for. But that was the whole day in a nutshell, and I blamed the constant exposure to sex pheromones and desperate feminine heat. Not much of my brain chemistry still registered as male, but boy howdy did my libido, apparently. One whiff of a girl in heat proved enough to send me into a feral rut. I felt dirty, and not in the good way. First I’d let myself fuck my best friend, and now this… whatever that had been. I wanted to curl up, go to sleep, and hope I woke up realizing today had been a nightmare.

Then again, at this rate I’d just wake up with a crotch-full of spunk anyway.

When I was sure I was reasonably clean, I flipped the shower off and stumbled out. I wrapped myself in a towel, tossed my clothes in the laundry hamper, and wandered back out into the living room.

Alright, time to fix that stupid V.I. and find Cass. Right back where I’d started. “Let’s try this again,” I mumbled, picking up my holoband and slipping it over my bare wrist. My finger flicked from the email icon to my inbox and a subjectless message from my own account. There we go. I opened it, and shunted the attached program over to my apartment’s network. It was a one-button reset to shut the net down, killing the piece of shit built-in V.I. and replace it with a clone of my A.I. companion — with handy access to the Tavros closed network.

The terminal next to my door flickered, then sprung to life with a holographic projection of not-Athena. Her avatar materialized with the same statuesque green beauty of its parent program, regarding me with dark eyes whose irises swam with flowing code.

“Captain,” she said by way of introduction, clasping her hands behind herself in a military at-ease.

“It’s Kaede, for fuck’s sake,” I groaned.

“Reference updated, Kaede,” the hologram said, not skipping a beat. “How may I be of service?”

The Athena I knew would never be so agreeable. Hopefully what she gave up in attitude, she kept in sheer power. “I need you to find my friend, Cassandra. Use the Tavros net and look her up.”

“Aye, Kaede,” she said, then stared off into the distance for a moment as she worked, cross-referencing my contacts list with the station’s security and safety systems. After a moment, she intoned cooly: “My apologies, Kaede, Cassandra does not appear to be on the station.”

“What!?” I snapped, pounding my fist into the bulkhead beside her holoterminal. The stupid V.I. I’d started with had said the same damn thing. “Look again!”

The fuck was going on? Did she…

“My apologies, Kaede,” the V.I. clone repeated. “Cassandra does not appear to be on the station.”

“Fine. Use credentials for Ezekiel Entara, password: Ramsbaum, and do a ship lookup. I.D. tag is the Hestia, 773-IE1.” Sorry, dad.

The V.I. acknowledged, worked a moment, and gave me the answer I was dreading: “My apologies, Kaede. The Hestia does not appear to be docked with the station.”

Dammit! “When did she leave?”

“Dock records indicate the Hestia departed at ten-hundred hours.”

She left. Cass had piled in her ship and run. I don’t know what I expected; I probably would have done the same in her shoes. Hell, I didn’t even know what I was doing. What would I say to her if I’d actually been able to get ahold of her? “God, Cass, I love you,” or “What the hell did you do!?” I didn’t know if I should embrace her, or hate her for warping my mind with those overwhelming pheromones she’d been basking in. Taking our friendship to the next level should have been done with romance and tenderness, not rutting like mindless beasts.

And of course, she might be pregnant.

Maybe I’d feel better after a good, long cry.

BONUS SCENE / ALTERNATE ENDING