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and his Bunny sat down to eat while the others waited, mostly finished with their own plates.

Soon enough the mechanic was leaning back while Bunny wiped at his thick beard with a napkin.

“Okay Captain, everybody know what’s up?”

“The basic premise.”

He nodded.

“Don’t think I have much to add. But I can at least show you what we’re after.”

He fiddled with his fancy-pants wrist computer, shooing the fussing cat-girl way, though he took a moment to give one of her tits a good grope so her efforts felt appreciated. After keying in a few commands and scrolling through the desired menus he brought up a holographic display, the projection from his wrist hovering over the dining table, rotating slowly.

It was an image taken from a mega-corps shopping site. The part in question displayed proudly in the middle of the hologram, with the technical specs and the listed price below it as well as a number of guarantees and glowing endorsements regarding the product’s quality and the level of customer care.

Mostly the image was greeted by blank looks but a few eyes boggled at how much the corporation wanted for the simple-looking part.

Eniella’s eyes were especially wide when she recognized what it was.

“Dios mio! We’ve been flying with a faulty plasma conduit?”

“Yup.”

Despite not being ex-military, Kyle had nerves of steel, as was evident by the fact that discovering that they have been jaunting around the universe in a ticking bomb left him pretty much unfazed.

His brass ones served him well back when he and Bunny took a turn on a scrapper vessel; legal salvage could be good business, so long as you had the grit to hang on to your cargo if the Junkers caught wind of you.

He took a second to dispel the hologram before looking to Donnie.

“I would love to spend some time in dry-dock so that Eniella and I can get into it. The Pixie is rattling and shaking more and more every day. Only so much I can do while we’re in vacuum.”

Donnie blew out a breath of air in frustration.

“And I want a big black cock mounted on the wall of my bunk, but we can’t all get what we- yes Bunny?”

The girl had thrown her hand in the air like an eager student in class.

“You can borrow one of mine! I have three, two of them are strap-ons though.”

There was a brief silence, then a few snickers, then outright laughter from most of the crew.

Kyle looked a bit sheepish, while Bunny just looked puzzled at the reaction of the former marines.

Wiping away tears and still sniggering a bit, Donnie looked to the earnest cat-girl.

“Bunny, my very favorite kitty-cat, I’m pretty sure that most of us are familiar with your collection by now, but I was just trying to make a point. We can’t afford time in dry-dock, we just need to get this old beater running smooth as we can so that we can put away some deks.”

Kyle was grateful that his wife’s collection of dongs didn’t stay center stage, conversation-wise, for long.

Otherwise he might have to field some difficult questions about those strap-ons.

“So with that plan in mind, we’re off to Kentis Four.” Donnie said with finality.

Davie stood from the table.

“I’ll get us pointed in the right direction. Should be maybe eighteen hours in normal space. Good thing Demarco’s gnome hunt put us within spitting distance.”

“How we doing for fuel?”

“Even after the jump we’re still pretty much full to bursting. The other good thing to come out of that shitty deal.”

The crew felt a general sense of security at that: one of the most common prepayments for a courier gig was a top up on slipspace fuel, and one of the most common ways to die in space was to run out of it.

The galaxy was a big place and if a jump went wrong no one wanted to spend decades in normal space trying to find somewhere that sold gas.

“Good to know. While she’s getting the navigation sorted, Kyle, aside from Junkers what else do we need to watch out for on Kentis?”

Even with the grim news about the ship’s life expectancy, the crew took it pretty well. They were soldiers after all, as far as they were concerned stopping to bitch about a situation was just a good way to get shot in the ass. Even Eva’s complaints fell by the wayside once there was work that needed doing.

After finishing with the briefing in the common room and their prep work in the drop-pod they now had a goodly chunk of time to kill.

For some it was sleep, Maria and Eva were both in their bunks, though the redhead’s fingers were too busy for her to get much sleep. For Donnie and Billy it was time spent in the tactical operations room, going over topographical maps of Kentis from the Pixie’s databank in search of a safe landing zone.

And for the others it was... something else.

Chapter 2: Transactions

Kyle Airedale had no problem admitting that he was one lucky son of a bitch.

After Bunny brought up her collection at dinner, some of the other crewmates had opted to once again spend some time in their quarters to peruse her selection.

And Kyle’s cock was certainly part of her collection.

Currently his beloved Bunny was on the bed on all fours with her face buried in Eniella’s crotch. The K’or-Macka was purring loudly while tonguing her clit and rapidly thrusting a pink dildo into her pussy.

The moaning Eniella’s was clenching her head close with her robotic arm while her other hand was hard at work squeezing her breasts and pinching her own nipples.

The price extracted for Eniella’s use of the cat’s toy and talented tongue?

Her lover Davie’s freckled nose buried in Kyle’s

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