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The empty bay is silent a moment as the soldier salutes me before her hand returns to her side and she returns to ‘at ease’ with a stomp of her foot that sets her big tits to jiggling and her massive flaccid cock to swinging.

With a very attractive, crooked, and borderline smug grin she asks. “So what’s our mission, Captain?”

“Um…” My mind is reeling. This towering woman who could break my spine with one hand saw me as an authority figure! It was certainly better than her killing me, or herself, but as a life long independent loner I hadn’t a clue as to how to deal with this. As I stare at her it begins to dawn on me what a stroke of luck this turned out to be. All I needed is her consent and I could still claim The One and be set for life. “First thing’s first.” My eyes flit down her tall, powerful body, lingering longer than I mean them too on her tits and cock before snapping back up to her eyes. “Let’s find you something to wear. Can’t have you walking around here swinging in the breeze.”

Her smirk deepens. “Does my nudity bother you, Sir?”

“Well, yes. It’s not normal.”

“You are sexually attracted to me.”

“Pfff!”

“Widening pupils, erythema of the cheeks, a quickening of your breath, your distracted gaze.” She rattles off the signs of my lustful interest. “The feeling is mutual, Sir, though I fear I might break your weak body.” Licking her lips with a lustful interest of her own she says. “My unit was command locked. Our desire was entirely focused on our male commanding officer alone to ensure unwavering loyalty and make us unbreakable under interrogation. Our monogamous instincts were heightened and our libido designed to imprint to ensure we could never betray our unit. As you are now my commander…”

“Gah! Stop! Take it easy!” I cry, waving my hands. “Enough! How can you be thinking about sex at a time like this? You were in mourning a second ago!”

“I am done mourning.” She says. “You were right. I am the last survivor. The enemy won the battle but in the long arc of history WE were victorious.” She clubs her chest with a fist then returns to her stance. “I stand in triumph on behalf of my sisters. Their death was honorable.” Her hazel eyes glide up and down my body. “And I have found a new mission, a new purpose, a new commander. Why shouldn’t I smile? I am alive! The future is there to be conquered.”

Shaking my head as I deal with this emotional whiplash. “Sure, Valas, sure. I mean, P-309.”

“Valas is acceptable.” She says. “P-309 was a military designation and will not suit a civilian existence. The name Valas honors my sisters. I approve of this moniker. I am now Valas, second in command of the Teddy Bear.”

“Command!?”

“If something were to happen to you.” She says with a clarity and simplicity of purpose I could only admire. Slapping her big hand down on my shoulder she holds it with a grip of iron and looks down into me. “But I will give my life to see no harm comes to you, Sir. And if something does happen to you I will not stop killing until the person responsible…”

“Woah, woah, woah. Nobody is killing anybody! Take it easy. Take it easy!”

She laughs a great bellowing laugh that was more terrifying than humorous. “I am taking it easy, Sir.” Slapping my shoulder twice, nearly sending me to the deck from the force of it, she says. “First mission, clothing.” She begins to scan the bay.

With every sentence she leaves me off balance. Everything she did was so direct and intense. “Just…follow me.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Turning from her I stride for the door, this towering terror of the past right on my heels. Leading her though the hall I glance behind me to see her needing to duck her head to walk through the corridor. As we go I point out the various doors. “Supplies, wet room, head, quarters…” I pause as it hits me that quarters I’d just pointed to, my quarters, the Captains quarters, was the only quarters I had. After Red’s passing I had adapted every last square meter of unnecessary space into either fuel storage or added cargo capacity, including the four extra bunks Teddy Bear once housed. I just wasn’t set up for passengers. Shaking my head I turn to face her and punch the button to open my room door and motion toward the dresser. “See if you can find something that fits. If not…we’ll throw a sheet over you or something.” I nod further down the hall and say with something approaching authority in my voice. “Report to the galley when you’re decent.”

“Yes, Sir!” She says, a sharp amusement glimmering in her eyes at my giving my first real order. Though she saw me as an authority figure she had no illusions about me being some great commander. It wasn’t disrespect in her eyes but a recognition as keen as my own of what a strange situation we’d found ourselves.

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Half an hour later I am just finishing up cooking a pot of protein pasta with red sauce when Valas finally steps through the door. Able to stand to her full height she stretches her back and looks around the unusually homey galley. Unlike the rest of Teddy Bear’s functional interior this room was something that might not look amiss in some rural settler homestead. The chairs and table were wooden, the counters marble, and all around were little bits of kitschy comfort. I have to bite my lips not to laugh at the outfit she’d put together which consisted of my baggy pajama bottoms which she wore as snug capris with the crotch bulging to test the seam and a white t shirt that was stretched so taut across her bosom that it might as well not have been there. What struck me the most however is how her shoulders were more relaxed and that intense look in her eyes had cooled to something almost…friendly.

“What took you so long?” I say, stirring the pot then turning to face her. “I thought you got lost. I was just about to come looking for you.” Her answer is to toss my Pleasure Sleeve 5000 onto the table…or the three broken pieces of what USED to be my Pleasure Sleeve 5000 to be more precise. “What the…?” I approach and grab one the parts and drop it again as I realize the entire thing was coated in thick creamy globs of goo. An instant later the unmistakable pungent aroma of cum hits my senses. “Ugh!”

“We’ll need a tech to repair that.” She says as she strolls past me toward the steaming pot of food. “Your civvy models are pathetic.”

“We don’t have a tech!” I exclaim, staring at my ruined toy and wondering how it got that way. As I see her reach for the hot metal pot I reach out. “Don’t…!”

Grabbing the hot metal handles she lifts the pot from the burner as casually as anything, the heat that would be burning my hands not seeming to faze her in the slightest. She grabs the serving spoon I’d been using to stir the food and returns to the table. Sitting down she begins to eat directly out of the pot with the over sized spoon. Taking the pitcher of water I had set out she ignores the glass in front of her and drinks from it then sets it like a mug beside the pot and continues to eat.

“I guess I’ll just have a food tab then.” I sigh, burying my face in my hands.

“That is very hospitable of you, Sir.” She says without an ounce of shame. “A good commander always looks after his troops first. You’re a good captain.”

With another belabored sigh I sit across from her, staring at the broken PS-5000. “Really? You couldn’t wait?”

With a shrug she swallows down her food and says. “Sex pacifies futanari. I require regular maintenance to control my aggression.”

“Regular…maintenance?” I whisper, my eyes drifting back to shattered toy.

Part 6