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>"Captain."
>a soft 'clong-clong' rings through the bulkhead in the cockpit of your space freighter, from knuckles wrapping on the metal door frame
>you spin about in the pilot's chair to face Sydney, the lanky mustefuro female that is your first mate and engineer
>a full head taller than you, but built like a cross between a snake and an olympic swimmer, she’s rather typical for the ferret-like alien species
>including the striped facial markings and bushy brown and white fur
“Don’t have to call me captain, Syd. Just the two of us on the long haul.”
>she looks oddly pensive
>not to mention oddly unclothed
>as she pads into the cockpit and takes the co-pilot’s chair
>all she’s wearing is a raggedy undershirt that despite being full-sized for most species, only covers her chest and leaves her long abdomen completely bare
>hera pair of plain white cotton panties that hug low on her hips
>she’s never been one for decency or shame, but usually she at least wears pants
“Everything alright?”
>you give her a curious look as she fiddles with her claws and twitches her whiskers
>”I’m afraid not, captain. It would seem that my heat cycle has come early.”
>oh
>well that’s gonna be a bit of a pain
>nothing major though
>Sydney will be off her game but nothing more
"Sorry to hear, Syd. You have your heat suppressants."
>Sydney squirms in her seat
>her lanky body rolls like a wave
>and she clasps her paws together
>"No, captain. I was going to stock up at the end of this run."
>fuck
>what a pain in the ass
>you lean forward and start swiping through the nav computer
"Okay. So it's a couple days to Mau-Ceti. You'll be okay for two days, right?"
>"I don't think so, captain."
>you look up from the computer
>Sydney is cringing in her seat, lips drawn back in an embarrassed grimace
>"Mustefuro heat is... intense. Without suppressants I won't be able to function."
>you raise an eyebrow
"Won't be able to function?"
>she lets out a whine
>"It affects behavior."
>damn it all
>looks like you're going to be completing the rest of this run alone
>fucking coffee machine is busted again too
"Right. Well then you're relieved. You can stay in your cabin until we arrive."
>Sydney shakes her head
>"I don't want to leave you all alone, captain."
>very thoughtful
>her heat must be affecting her already
>she's usually not this sentimental
>but you shake your head and turn back to the nav
"No Syd. You get your rest. I can handle things."
>Sydney turns in her seat, squirming again
>"It's not-- I want---"
>she groans in frustration
>"Captain. We can solve this heat issue naturally."
>you straighten out and turn mechanically
>looking at the mustefuro, who stares at you with a tight smile
>"You know. Solve it. Naturally."
>it takes a few seconds for you to formulate a response
>gesturing fruitlessly with your hands toward her, then yourself
"Syd, I-- You're-- We're a compatible species, Syd. If we fuck on your heat cycle you'll get pregnant. Plus doesn't your species mate for life?"
>Sydney makes a scale of her paws, balancing them as though balancing the options
>"I mean, only possibly! And it's not like we have to get married or anything!"
>you narrow your eyes suspiciously
"Syd if this is you asking me on a date then it's not funny."
>she's good company, but you'd never considered Syd romantically for a number of reasons
>first she's a co-worker
>never fuck co-workers
>second she's an alien
>not that there's anything wrong with that, just that it's not something you'd considered
>and lastly you are NOT ready to be a father
>you're a space trucker for God's sake
>Syd looks crestfallen
>"Listen cap, here's the thing. You remember that trip to Al Murawj after the double pay long haul?"
>you nod
>how could you forget?
>you and Syd spent the weekend drinking, gambling, and eating like royalty
>"Well, on the last night we were really, really drunk. And we kissed. I figure you didn't remember, humans can't handle their drink and all."
>you stare at Sydney with wide eyes
>you definitely did not remember that
>Sydney chuckles
>"Yeah. Well, ever since then, my instincts have been telling me that YOU are my mate. Crazy huh?"
>crazy
>very crazy
>you stand up and point down the hall
"Crazy. Sydney, go to your cabin and don't come out until we make planetside. I'll get you your heat suppressants and then we'll talk."
>Sydney sighs and nods her head
>"I figured you'd say something like that. And I know that's the right thing to do. The rational thing to do."
>she jumps out of the chair, arms spread out in a grasping motion
>you manage to stumble back toward the doorway, feeling the tip of her claw brush against your jumpsuit
>leaving a long slash in the heavy-duty fabric
>Sydney hunches down, her long neck letting her lean in closer than natural in a human and her nose sniffing the air fervently
>"I'm not being rational right now. I knew you'd say no. So I've already set the main power to shut off. We'll be adrift any second now."
>right as she says it, the main lights flicker and shut off
>leaving you bathed in the low red of the emergency lights
>your stomach drops out from under you
>as does the floor
>she timed it perfectly, kicking off the ground at the same moment gravity failed
>you're as much a spacer as your freight partner, but she has the advantage of forewarning
>while you're left flailing for the edge of the doorway, she bounces off the canopy, kicking off right toward you with arms and legs splayed
>you snag the doorway with the tips of your fingers
>enough to drag you most of the way out of the mustefuro's lunge
>but not all the way
>she wraps one arm around your leg
>you gasp
"You're crazy! We'll die out here!"
>Sydney giggles, reaching her other paw up and widening the tear in your jumpsuit
>”Don’t be such a baby. I left the life support running.”
>you struggle and pry at her one-armed grip, managing to pull free
>kicking off her to send yourself flying down the corridor
>"Don't play hard to get!"
>Sydney calls after you
>you can see the silhouette of her as she chases after you
>flinging herself from foothold to handhold, and skittering across the walls like a slinking reptile
>meanwhile you haul yourself across the hallway at a T-junction
>toward the engine room
>you gotta get the power back on and behind a locked door before you become a father
>a father of five
>you're pretty sure mustefuros have litters
>you're also pretty sure you've seen a porno exactly like this scenario before
>you're getting distracted!
>Sydney's catching up
>you can't see her in the darkened corridor but you can hear the clink of her claws on the walls and floors
>more scrambling and kicking has you bouncing along the passageway
>you're not as fast as Sydney in zero-G
>but she's not the only one with tricks up her sleeve
>even if she doesn't have any sleeves
>just those white panties that seemed to blend into her fur
>and that little undershirt that's floating off her body as she's BARRELING RIGHT FOR YOU!
>SHIT
>she knocks the wind out of you
>this time putting both her arms around you
>"Gotcha!"
>Sydney's manic giggles echo through the ship, bouncing around you against the metal walls
>"You don't remember, captain, but that night was beautiful."
>the giggles intermix with rambling as she rips more strips of fabric from your jumpsuit
>"Magical. We were in the hotel room on the orbital station watching the coronal aurora. And you were drunk off your gourd. And you said 'it's so lonely, Sydney. I'm so lonely in space'."
>well
>it does get lonely out here
>but not so lonely you're looking to get raped
>Sydney hooks her legs into yours
>using her long, flexible body to wrap halfway around you
>you feel claws and pawpads working their way under your jumpsuit
>her whisper tickles your ear
>"And you kissed me. Under the stars. The sound of the city in the air. And I said it was like a dream."
>you feel a tug, and another rip as she tears an swatch of your jumpsuit off
>her entire body wriggles against yours
>claws digging into your skin as she rips more and more of your clothing off
>using her legs as leverage, Sydney grinds her hips against yours, staining the bottom half of your jumpsuit even through her panties
>and a cold wet nose presses into the crook of your neck and sniffs deeply
>"Yesssss."
>she hisses out
>"Smells so good. You humans smell so fucking much it's crazy."
>Sydney takes another deep sniff
>"I hated it at first. But spending all my time cooped up with you..."
>SNIFF
>"It's an acquired taste."
>you squirm and struggle against her grip
>she's not stronger than you, but her size gives her leverage
>every time you struggle a hand or leg free she just reasserts control
>"And your body! It's so short and stumpy!"
>she giggles, and for a moment the friendly, good-humored engineer she usually is shines through
>"By mustefuro standards you're uglier than a rock slug."
>Sydney sighs and pulls her face out of the crook of your neck
>fixing you with a critical eye
>"They're gonna think I'm a freak back home, you know."
>maybe she's feeling reasonable now
>you stop struggling
"Syd, listen. Sydney. You know this isn't right. You can't do this."
>you get a sorrowful shake of her head in response
>"I can, captain. I need to. Need. To. If I don't have this, I'll die."
>you glare at her, indignant
>and start to wiggle a bit more in her grip
>if you can keep her distracted long enough...
"That's a myth! You told me yourself!"
>they may look like ferrets, but mustefuros are aliens, totally separate from the Earth species
>Sydney gives you a rueful grin and a shrug
>"Okay cap, you got me. But I still really, REALLY need this."
>with that, Sydney grabs the collar of your tattered jumpsuit and pulls
>ripping the whole thing off in one go
>you take your chance, ripping your concealed energy pistol from its holster
>with your jumpsuit top torn clean off you can easily reach the concealed weapon
>but Sydney strikes like a Syndocisian leaping viper
>snatching your wrist and digging her claws into it hard
>your hand clenches, jerking the gun and causing it to shoot a stun bolt into the hallway
>it ricochets off the bulkhead before disappearing down the hall, where you hear it terminating with a despondent 'pop'
>Sydney digs her claws in again and you're forced to let the weapon go
>the energy pistol lazily drifts away and clacks against the ceiling
>"Set it to stun, cap? You do care."
>Sydney coos mockingly
>then goes back to her assault
>ripping at the bottom half of your jumpsuit
>you grit you teeth
>last chance
>your only option now is to beg
"Syd. Sydney. Please. I like you, I do, but not like this. Come on."
>the ripping stops for a moment as Sydney considers your words
>her nose twitches
>then her fangs show in a goofy grin
>"You like me. Hehehehe. I knew it."
>she leans in, her smile growing wider, eyes turning into dinner plates
>"How do you want it? Cowgirl? Doggy? Missionary?"
>she's so eager, so genuinely happy, you find yourself smiling despite your predicament
"Well, I was more thinking the other stuff. You know, hands, mouths. At least until we get to port."
>Sydney gives you a blank look and slowly shakes her head
>"C'mon Cap. You know I need more than that. I need to breed. Every cell in my body is screaming for you to fill me up."
>that's what you were afraid of
>but not unexpected
>"Besides, there will be plenty of time for foreplay after we've rut like feral beasts."
>this last statement is puncuated by several thrusts of her hips
>the motion sending you both spinning in little circles
>okay
>new plan
>even without the trick up your literal sleeve, you might still have a trick up your sleeve
"Well how about not in the middle of a hallway, floating in the air? It'd be easier with gravity wouldn't it?"
>Sydney just laughs
>"I'm not stupid!"
>she leans back, reaching out with a paw to grab the slowly approaching ceiling and push up
>sending the both of you twirling down the hallway in gentle loops
>"If I turned the gravity back on, you might be able to fight me off. Like this, I have all the control."
>another shove off the wall has you spinning even faster
>you're getting a little dizzy
>Sydney giggles and grinds against you
>she's soaked through your jumpsuit by now, and you feel the moisture against your skin
>"Oh! I felt a twitch! You're ready."
>fuck
>you can't fight your body's reactions to Sydney's stimulation
>the feel of her claws on your chest
>and heave of her chest as she takes deep breaths in between eager giggles
>you can see her nipples through the undershirt, straining against the thin cotton
>you try to look away from her
>but with the hallway spinning around you it just makes you feel more dizzy
"Sydney. Please. Please don't. What if you do get pregnant?"
>you start struggling again
>prying at her legs, trying to ignore how smooth and soft her fur feels
"Fuck sake Syd! You're crazy! I won't let you--"
>"Shh. Sh sh sh."
>your shout silenced by a fuzzy finger pressed against your lips
>Sydney grins down at you
>"Don't you know, captain? In space, no one can hear you cream."
>she breaks into more giggles
>hysterical and growing louder as she reaches down and tears into your jumpsuit's pants
>they come undone with frightening speed
>the boxers are only a momentary obstacle
>Sydney frowns in consternation
>"Only half chub? Are you kidding?"
>it's hard to get it up when you're fleeing for your life
>Sydney makes it easier, reaching down and clipping her panties loose with her claws
>they float away with a flick of a wrist
>and then she grabs your shoulders and twists
>just her lower half
>so even though she's still looking you in the eye, her hips and yours are facing the same direction
>and then she clamps her thighs together, trapping your cock in between them
>it's a bizarre feeling
>floating off the ground, held in place with Sydney's paws on your shoulders
>looking into her eyes, feeling her chest pressed against yours
>all the while she grinds back against you, her torso spun around a full one-eighty to facilitate sliding her burning hot slit against your hardening shaft
>fucking aliens
>"Th-there. You're hard. Now I can just... just..."
>Sydney grits her teeth
"Just a little more."
>she squeezes and grinds
>making soft plaps as her thighs slap against yours
>she's leaking her arousal all over the both of you
>your cock is already hard
>but she just keep grinding
>rubbing herself off against your shaft
>Sydney squeaks and pants
>chewing her lips in a futile attempt to stifle her moans
>"Fuck yeah. Fffffuck yeah."
>a sentiment you find it hard to disagree with
>once you get past the alien-ness of her, Sydney has a sleek, slim body
>that she has an inhuman amount of control over
>even in zero-G she's got you shanghaied and shivering just with the strength of her legs and the grip in her claws
>and the burning heat of her loins
>you don't think pheromones should work on you, but the smell is making your head spin just as must as the aerobatic course you're on
>fuck!
>you're losing it!
>"Hey."
>Sydney breaks through the haze of lust and heat, prodding you in the face with her nose
>the cold wet spot jolting you
>you jerk, and inadvertently thrust into her hips
>Sydney shivers
>then twists
>rolling her body against yours
>her head and shoulders make a full three-sixty turn to face you again
>this way twisted the opposite direction
>"Ffffuck me dude. Just don't move!"
>consider yourself admonished
>she stopped her thrusting just to get you under control
>but as if her body refused to fully obey her mind, her hips started rocking again the moment her concentration slips
>"I was thinking-- unghsssshit yeah-- we should kiss. I want to kiss. C-c-can we kiss?"
>how the fuck are you supposed to answer that?
>she's using your cock like the vibrator cell in the sonic shower and she asks permission to kiss you?
>you wonder at the absurdity of it all
>you'd let your mouth hang open but you don't want to let out a stifled moan
>Sydney bats her eyelashes at you
>"Please?"
>she squeezes you harder
>and grinds harder
>concentrating on your tip, she makes short, rapid thrusts
>gushing over you and leaving streams of droplets floating through the air
>your cock twitches
>"Please!"
>you just stare
>until Sydney lets out a growl of frustration
>"I tried to be nice!"
>pain
>Sydney drives her claws into your shoulders, drawing blood in pinpricks
>fuck!
>ow!
>you open your mouth to express such a sentiment, but of course Sydney expected that
>and replaces the shout of anger with a kiss
>her nimble tongue darting in and out of your mouth
>eugh
>mustofero's kiss weird
>dragging her teeth on your lips
>and clucking like mad
>her grinding goes faster
>and faster still
>and with your mouth forced open by a very alien kiss you let out a moan
>Sydney takes it as encouragement and picks up the pace
>rubbing harder and faster
>trapped between two thighs and a cunt all slick with her heat and your pre-cum, your cock twitches and throbs
>you start to struggle again
>pushing
>twisting
>thrashing
>as you roll helplessly through the corridor
>Sydney using her legs to keep a clamp on you, and her twisting torso to enforce the kiss
>and the squeaking
>the weird, clucking squeaking
>try as you might, there's no escape
>only the ramping pressure of the orgasm she's so desperate to wring out of you
>you can't fight it anymore
>you let go
>and then grab on
>taking her hips and thrusting desperately
>matching her frantic pace for the last few animalistic ruts to drive you over the edge
>you arch your back with force of the final thrust and cum in between Sydney's thighs
>she goes on thrusting and grinding
>wringing more spasms of pleasure out of you
>only releasing her hold once you stop struggling and fall limp
>she spreads her legs and lets you drift slightly
>the kiss breaks too, a long strand of mixed saliva floating in the air between you
>and, you notice with a foggy mind, your cum
>a streak of it slowly flying away from between her thighs
>bizarre
>gratefully you feel a cool breeze as you drift away from Sydney
>breaking from the micro-atmosphere of sweat, heat, and bodily fluids you and Sydney created
>you take several sweet breaths of fresher air, clearing you head
>Sydney too seems to be recuperating
>"Space me, cap. That was wicked..."
>she twists again, angling so she can face you with her entire body
>"You should've cum inside, but I just wasn't thinking. Felt so good."
>she giggles
>running a finger through a trail of your seed still hanging in the air
>"Don't worry. Next one's going right. In. Here."
>Sydney indicates exactly where she's going to make you cum next, tracing a heart in the slick fur of her belly
>oh fuck
>you got lucky once
>but not twice
>a part of you wants to just give in and fuck until the stars die out
>but the more rational part of you says--
>SHE'S COMING RIGHT FOR YOU
>Sydney kicks off the wall, arms outstretched
>you find the wall on your side of the hall and push with your arms
>gotta make it to the engine room!
>you're almost there!
>but not close enough!
>Sydney slams into you at full force
>sending you both hurtling into the floor at the end of the hall, and the breath from out of your lungs
>"Captain! What the fuck?! You already came once! I came like, seven times!"
>she starts to ensnare you once again
>claws finding weak points
>fur rubbing against skin
>then you spot your salvation!
>your pistol!
>just out of your grip!
>you reach
>reach
>and reach!
>almost there!
>and Sydney almost has herself mounted on you
>you snare the gun with a finger, point, and shoot
>BZZZZAP!
>Sydney goes rigid and floats away from you
>you kick off her body to push you to the door to the engine room
>that should leave her incapacitated long enough for you to get the engine functioning and the doors sealed
>you start working on fixing the damage
>thankfully just a few shorted wires to the main cabin power and engine thrust
>but the life support and comms are totally intact
>really it was pretty clever
>Sydney had the ship totally adrift, but still safe and sound
>you get cabin power running first, and throw on the gravity and powered doors
>with the push of a button the engine room is sealed
>safe
>but then a few minutes later, you hear a whimper on the other side of the metal hatchway
>"Captaaain. Pleeease."
>that tugs at your heart strings
>you've never heard her so sad
>like you're really hurting her
>but this is for her own good, and your own
"I'm sorry Sydney, but you're not in your right mind. You'll thank me when you're feeling better."
>”You make me feel better.”
>ouch
>you close your eyes and lean against the bulkhead wall
>taking some deep breaths and waiting for the mewling and whimpering to stop
>there are a few perfunctory thumps and scrapes on the door
>but eventually it gives up and goes away
>you sigh
>letting your heart finally settle down
>you'll have to leave the engine room for food and water at some point
>but Sydney won't take you by surprise by then
>for now you can relax and try to get some rest
>it's chilly, the sweat and other bodily fluids on your body cooling now that the action is over
>but you don't care for discomfort
>you slide down the wall to a sitting position
>just you and the sound of your breathing
>the thrum of the engine
>the drip of water on the ground
>and the smell of...
>wait a minute
>you look up
>that's not water dripping
>in the middle of the hole left by a missing ceiling panel you see two glints of light
>Sydney drops onto you, pinning you to the floor
>"I got you, you son of a bitch!"
>several hours later you lay on Sydney's bed, covered in bite and scratch marks
>you feel like a piece of meat that had been rung of all its fluids and discarded by the side of a muddy road
>only the puddle you're laying in is not mud
>Sydney sits on the side of the bed, puffing on a cigarette with a smug look on her face
>"Think I'm past the worst of it, cap. Still with me?"
>you groan
>Sydney chuckles
>she hands you a bottle of water from the nightstand
>you drink greedily, desperate to replace lost fluids
>once the bottle is emptied you feel revitalized, you pick your head up and look Sydney in the eye
>her twinkling eyes happily meet your venomous glare
>you spit out the question you've been wanting to ask for the entirety of the violent breeding session
"Really Syd? 'No one can hear you cream'?"