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is ammo, Kentis it is.” She declared.

At that point their resident cook and font of sexual joy, a sleek-furred cat-girl named Bunny, rounded the corner behind Donnie. She was humming happily, her tail swishing behind her as she sauntered over to them.

From head to toe she was covered in sleek white fur with brown and black splotches all over, like a calico cat.

A sexy calico cat.

She placed one clawed hand on top of Donnie’s close-cropped brown hair and lifted her leg over her head in a silly sort of half-leapfrog to get by her, her juicy tushy smooshing against the top of the skipper’s head briefly.

She then bent down without a care to give her husband’s mouth a good tongue-fucking while her fuzzy tail tickled the amused Donnie’s face.

Inches from the captain’s nose, her ass looking simply magnificent in her skin-tight booty shorts. Though she had a chuckle at the blocky printed letters going across both cheeks:

Property of Kyle Airedale.

No touchy.

Once the eternally bubbly and eternally frisky calico-coloured cutie was finished with Kyle she turned to smile at the captain, her butt now inches from her man’s face.

“Oh hey Double-D! Didn’t see you there!”

At best Donnie’s chest was a loose c-cup, but she didn’t complain. If there was one thing Bunny was good for, it was brightening her day.

“I’m sure you didn’t baby, what’s up?”

The cat-girl beamed that amazing smile of hers as she replied.

“Dinner! Unless you two want to keep canoodling on the floor?”

Kyle gave her tail a few affectionate strokes as she helped the captain to her feet, then the girl surprised the stressed-out woman by throwing her arms over her shoulders and kissing her full on the mouth with her perfectly soft and perfectly pouty pink lips.

Once she had given Donnie’s mouth the same treatment as Kyle’s, she rubbed the impossibly soft fur of her face against her cheek and jaw with a comforting purr.

“Don’t stress too much DeeDee, I know we’ll be okay. You’ll figure it out, you always know what to do.”

How the cat even knew anything was wrong was a mystery, her intuition for other people’s emotional state was incredible.

“Wish I had your confidence kitty cat, but...”

Donnie trailed off with a frown, the cat-girl’s sharp teeth were suddenly biting her lip and she was breathing heavily through her nose.

She leaned to one side to see that Kyle had pulled the girl’s tight shorts down and had his face buried between her fuzzy ass cheeks, her tail resting on top of his head while his tongue was hard at work on her privates.

Donnie let out a long-suffered sigh and kissed the cat on the tip of her tiny pink nose.

“Right, don’t leave a mess you two. I’m hungry.”

With a shake of her head she turned and left them to it; before she rounded the corner a few seconds later she could see out of the corner of her eye that Bunny was already bent over on the floor with Kyle behind her, thrusting energetically.

She couldn’t help but feel a bit envious of the pair: they were the most in-love couple she’d ever been around, or been with in Bunny’s case.

When you were in deep space for weeks or sometimes months at a time, where legroom and privacy were at a premium and you were totally reliant on the other members of your crew, inhibitions tended to go out the window.

Especially since Bunny had come on board; her species came by their reputation honestly.

Donnie spotted one of the other crewmembers who had just stepped out of the armoury and was heading towards the engine room, likely searching for some of Kyle’s tools.

“Eniella, hey, I wouldn’t. Bunny and Kyle-”

“Mierda, again?” Eniella Mendez let out a helpless laugh and rolled her modded eyes, one pink iris, one white; “I just about had to eat my cereal off of her back this morning!”

Donnie shrugged helplessly.

“We took on a K’or-Macka crewmember, what did you expect?”

The olive-skinned woman ran her robotic hand over her short pink hair, cut in a similar military style as the captain’s. She’d lost her left arm in a dust-up on one of Rymark’s moons back when she and Donnie, along with the rest of the crew except Bunny and Kyle, were still calling themselves corporate soldiers.

“I dunno, but I didn’t expect to find them fucking on every surface on this ship that could hold her weight! You know how hard it is to clean a gun when the table won’t stop wobbling?”

She turned and matched her stride with her captain’s.

Once again Donnie shrugged.

“Hey, as long as he keeps us from suffocating in our sleep and she stays on top of the cooking I could care less. Speaking of which, it’s time for chow.”

Eniella’s face lit up, she had to agree on the food part: back when it was just the six of them and Donnie was doing the cooking she and the others frequently threatened to mutiny if she didn’t hire someone.

So when Kyle informed them that he and Bunny were a package deal, the very first question was ‘can she cook?’

They climbed the ladder to midship and ducked their heads slightly as they stepped through the hatch in the aft bulkhead and into the common room.

Once upon a time the interior of the Pixie Hazard was painted in functional military greys, but when Bunny had come onboard she had livened the place up considerably in more ways than one. Through the copious application of brightly coloured paints all over the common room she had turned it into a welcoming place to enjoy her cooking.

The captain had protested initially, but now she couldn’t picture it any other way as she and Eniella entered the room and the smell of Bunny’s efforts in the galley

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